Time for dessert.

Natalie and Naomi cleaned up together, joking and splashing each other playfully at the kitchen sink. Natalie felt her anxiety ebbing as they fell into the old familiar routines. It really felt like Naomi was back.

After cleanup, Natalie needed to use the bathroom. As she sat on the toilet, her thoughts swirled manically inside her head. She decided to be done with them for the day. Whatever came next, Natalie was going to simply enjoy it.

Back in the living room, Naomi was slouched on their sofa. Natalie wasn't sure how to proceed, so she asked. Naomi suggested a cuddle session, much to Natalie's relief. After the craziness of the weekend, she just wanted to feel close to Naomi.

In the bedroom, Natalie threw on a pair of booty shorts. She was surprised to see Naomi not opt for some sexy, revealing outfit but a comfy set of PJs. She caught Naomi staring at her bare chest and blushed. It felt good to be the object of Naomi's lust, not just her servitude.

They climbed into bed and Naomi snuggled up next to her. After a second, Naomi reached out and began to stroke her face. She felt fingers exploring her features, playing across her lips, her cheeks, and her temples before running through her hair and down her neck. She hummed with happiness as Naomi kissed her gently on the cheeks, then the jaw. She instinctively looked up and Naomi began to gently kiss her neck.

Natalie closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as Naomi began to kiss her chest. It was hypnotic, with just enough erotic thrill to keep her awake. There was real love and real desire in Naomi's kisses, which slowly mounted her breasts in a spiral pattern before reaching the peak of each. She felt a twinge inside of her and gasped as Naomi lightly kissed each nipple before moving on.

Natalie felt like she was floating. The cool air from the fan tickled as it dried the traces of Naomi's saliva on her chest. Her breaths deepened and Naomi continued her inexorable journey downward. All the worry of Naomi and school and life was gone now; Natalie drifted serenely through a semi-conscious fog as Naomi tugged at her shorts to kiss her hips.

Just as she was about to ask Naomi not to go further, Natalie felt her skip right over the glistening spot between her legs and pick up below her shorts. If Naomi had tried, Natalie might have let her, but it wasn't what she wanted tonight. It felt like little raindrops on her thighs and calves, like she was floating high above the treetops in a beautiful forest in a light spring rain. Her sex tingled and her mind swam and, like the sun disappearing into the horizon, Natalie slipped away from consciousness.