I've Made Up My Mind - Part 2

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Part 2

Her jacket hit the floor and neither of us said another word for a while. She kissed like she talked, all teeth and intention, like she’d been saving something up for years and finally found somewhere to spend it. She walked me back toward the bed and I let her, because that part I wasn’t going to fight.

“Say my fucking name,” she said against my mouth, working the buttons on my dress.

“I don’t know your fucking name,” I admitted, and the whole ridiculous night nearly cracked open into a laugh.

She pulled back just far enough to look at me, something sharp cutting through the want in her face. “Vivian,” she said. “Three years and he never once said it in front of you.”

“Dahlia,” I told her, and I watched her file it away somewhere behind her eyes.

“Dahlia,” she repeated, testing the weight of it, and then she kissed me again, harder, like she meant to prove she could take whatever I gave her and want more.

She tasted like cheap wine and expensive perfume, and I took it all in, my hands finding the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Her skin was cool against mine, and I traced the line of her collarbone with my tongue, feeling her shiver. She unhooked my bra with a flick of her fingers, her nails scraping against my back as she pulled me closer. We fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and desperation, her mouth finding my nipple, her teeth grazing it just enough to make me gasp. I slid my hand between her legs, feeling the heat there, and she bucked against my palm, a silent demand. I obliged, my fingers finding her clit, circling it until she was writhing beneath me, her breath coming in ragged pants. She flipped us over, her thighs straddling my hips, her hands pinning my wrists above my head. She lowered herself onto me, and I arched my back, taking her in, our bodies moving in a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect. We didn’t speak, just the sound of skin on skin and the rain outside, until she came with a cry that was half my name, half a curse.