Firewatch Ch 3

“Is she nice? The skeleton?” Meghan asks.

On the TV, gourmet food is being prepared in pornographic detail.

“The word that I would use is guarded,” Flores replies, watching a knife slice into what is no doubt very expensive meat.

“That’s ironic.”

Flores looks up with a funny expression. “How so?”

“Guarded is the word for you too, babe. It’s why you date a big, dumb construction worker instead of a lawyer or something.”

Flores is momentarily taken aback. “I don’t think you’re dumb.”

Meghan smirks. “But you do think I’m big.”

“Everyone’s bigger than me.”

“Not what I meant.”

“OK. Nice one. And you’re smart. You just used the word ironic correctly.” Flores snuggles closer. “Almost nobody does that. It’s super hot.”

“All the stuff I can do, and that’s what impresses you?”

“I was impressed when you put those floating shelves up for me in the bedroom,” Flores assures her.

“OK. Hey.” Meghan turns and uses her fingertip to lift Flores’s chin. “I’m gonna miss you while you’re out catching serial killers.”

Flores doesn’t need to tell her for the hundredth time that the FBI does not in fact exclusively chase serial killers. She welcomes Meghan’s lips, and it’s easy to lose track of time when they’re warm and cozy this way. Meghan’s rough hands and forceful tongue never fail to wake up Flores’s body. She gives in with a little sigh and climbs into Meghan’s lap, feeling plenty of firmness bulging in her jeans. Now on top, Flores takes charge of the kiss, cupping Meghan’s face. Meghan’s denim-covered erection feels incredible against a mound covered only by cotton panties. Flores grinds and rocks tenderly, drawing a soft groan from her partner.

She looks at the condom that Meghan holds up. “You had that in your pocket?”

“We covered this. I’m smart.”

Flores raises her hips and leans forward to give Meghan room. Meghan giggles into Flores’s chest as she struggles to get zipper open. She gets her hard cock out and rolls the condom on. Flores bats her hand away and looks into her eyes. She pulls her panties aside and lets herself down. With every inch she sinks, Meghan’s mouth grows wider.

“Oh my god,” Meghan says quietly when she’s fully sheathed.

Flores wraps her arms around Meghan’s neck and looks into her eyes.

Meghan’s hands reverently trace Flores’s sides and settle on her bottom. “Val.”

Flores moves to kiss her, and Meghan’s eyes pop open because of something on the TV screen. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s killing someone.”

“Close your eyes, dummy.”

Meghan does so, and they move slowly until Meghan hugs Flores tight. Flores bites her lip, then closes her eyes and smiles as she feels Meghan’s cock expanding and contracting. She kisses Meghan’s breathless face, and then relaxes, still connected. There’s no hurry to recover, although there is a risk of falling asleep.

Flores reluctantly climbs off. Meghan sighs and pulls off the filled condom. She holds it up.

“I’m gonna miss you a lot,” she announces.

“Throw that away,” Flores says, straightening her wet, fragrant underwear. “And you’re taking a shower before we go to bed,” she adds sternly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

[ There’s a little post about F-Files on the blog if you care, nothing serious: www.vfuniverse.org ]