When You Least Expect It

by Haley Cass

But mostly, she wishes that Hannah could look in the mirror every day and see that she shines as bright as the moon and has twice the gravitational pull.

Hannah is so very much like a sunset – with all of the layers that make her who she is, every single one of them different and absolutely beautiful, but sometimes concealing what else is in the sky – Caroline can’t quite read all of the emotions under that vulnerability.

She didn’t mean to fall in love with Hannah at all. But here she is, curled up with a family that isn’t quite hers, and she’s never wanted anything more. So. Fucked.

She kind of still can’t believe she’d essentially had in-person phone sex with Hannah, because it sounds extremely unlike what she would ever intend to do in the sober light of day.

She wants Hannah every night. All of the time. In every way. Hannah’s mouth opens, a trembling breath escaping her with the slightest whimper and fuck.

“For the record, I’m wearing the Suffolk law shirt you forgot here once. And my underwear. Goodnight.”

She really isn’t sure how good a job she’s doing of hiding her feelings on her face as she reaches out to take Hannah’s coat. “You’re failing,” Hannah whispers, her breath warm against Caroline’s ear, as she brushes by her.

Hannah tilts her head before she bends down. Her hair falls over Caroline’s shoulder, the scent intoxicating and making her entirely forget about the tangled lights she’s struggling with. “I’d very much like to kiss you right now,” Hannah whispers. Caroline is hungry for it.

“I’m letting you guide us. I don’t want to… push you.” She’s trying so hard not to cross any boundaries, even though with every single day that goes by, she wants more. Hannah leans back against the door, her tongue sliding slowly over her bottom lip, and Caroline’s eyes trail after it, hungrily, before snapping to Hannah’s. “Push me,” she rasps.

It costs just about everything she has, but she slides her hand down, leaving Hannah’s heat. Hannah’s eyes open, looking utterly confused. “What – why?” Caroline’s own heart is pounding so hard in her chest, just wanting Hannah so fucking badly. She wants to come, but more than anything she wants to make Hannah feel so good. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

“That night at the lake house,” she starts, leaning in to press an open mouthed kiss against Hannah’s collarbone again. Hannah’s breath hitches, her hips jumping as Caroline starts easing her thong down. “I was thinking about you.” She works her mouth down, pausing to suck on Hannah’s nipple. God, she hadn’t even been wearing a bra and Caroline hadn’t known all night.

“I thought about how much I wanted to taste you. How much I wanted to press your hips down and lick you. Suck you. Feel your clit in my mouth when you came for me.”

“That night. At the lake house. I went to the bathroom and I touched myself.”

I love her body. I can’t stop staring. I get it. The curve of her waist. The fullness of her breasts. Her hands. I just, get it. Desire. True, sheer desire.