The Everlasting Truth

They catch the light like they were made for it. Blonde hair and dark locks tangled on silk sheets, each strand catching a different shine. Serenity reaches out first. Her fingers trace the line of Lexi's jaw, slow and sure, until their mouths meet with that soft click of lips parting. Lexi leans in hard. Her hands find Serenity's waist and drag her closer until the two bodies slot together without a gap. They don't rush. They explore, tracing curves and dips, tasting each other's skin like they have all afternoon. Serenity dips her head to suck at Lexi's breast, teeth grazing just enough to pull a gasp. Lexi answers by sliding two fingers between Serenity's legs, working her open in lazy strokes. Every movement pulls more sound from them, wet and real. They trade positions again and again, taking turns on top, taking turns giving in. Fingers, tongues, the occasional bite. Nothing held back. Nothing softened. Blonde on brunette, and neither one looks away.