Chapter 14: First Date Night: Dessert

Dinner seemed to pass by almost instantly even if both women took their time savoring the food and each other’s company. They discussed Claire’s college courses, and Sophia’s work in IT. Somehow there was no awkwardness at all to having light conversation over a meal even though Sophia had just came in front of an entire restaurant.

Thinking about it on the ride to Claire’s home, Sophia blushed and thought more than once how it was the least awkward date she could remember having.

Not only was the orgasm a good way to get rid of that sexual tension, but something about her… I feel like I’ve known her for a very long time. I feel like I knew her, and I enjoyed being near her the entire time.

There’s no way that I would ever let myself forget someone so important… and she’s so young!

When they arrived, Sophia could barely believe that her date owned such a large home. Three stories tall, it looked big enough to easily house three entire families. Its blue paint looked impeccable and fresh, and the garden was full of vibrant, exotic looking flowers.

Claire held open the door for Mae and Sophia to enter before she quickly moved to stand beside Sophia and took her arm and her hand. Besides just being large, the house was impeccably well decorated without seeming the least bit gaudy. Something about how casually all of the wealth was displayed, from fancy artwork, to trinkets casually displayed that looked worth more than everything Sophia had ever owned, and even the many silent maids dressed in frilly black and white that watched them enter.

Each one of the maids seemed to only have eyes for Sophia’s curves.

“And here we are… the Guest residence.” Claire chuckled proudly, and gestured around the wide open entry way even as she began leading Mae and Sophia to a set of stairs. “Welcome.”

Sophia could only shyly laugh as she allowed Claire to lead her deeper into the luxurious home. “Thank you for having me—for having us—Claire…! I… I can’t believe I’m here with you, in your home, after our first date…”

As they reached the top of the stairs and Sophia’s hand was still grasping the railing, and Claire retained a tight grasp on the other, Sophia tensed as though expecting another vibration. When it didn’t come she almost whined.

The toy remained hidden away inside of Sophia, and neither dinner nor the car ride had been innocent enough, or distracting enough, to blunt her arousal. Claire had promised more, and Sophia was hungry for it. Even as she walked alongside Claire it was impossible to stop herself from actively rubbing her breast against Claire’s arm even as the maids watched her with their voyeuristic stares.

“Can you really not believe it…? Is it so… unlike you?” Claire giggled, clearing her throat only to laugh again in a way that sounded vaguely more classy and sophisticated. “I’m shocked to hear that after all that we’ve experienced together…”

Sophia looked away from Claire only to quiver when she tried to lock eyes with a nearby maid who instead seemed far more interested in staring down Sophia’s dress. “No… I can believe it if I’m honest, especially after how… charming you are. I’ve never had dinner at a restaurant where doing what we did wouldn’t get us kicked out…”

Claire giggled, either enjoying herself too much to realize she hadn’t given a more dignified laugh or simply allowing herself to enjoy the moment. Either way, she squeezed Sophia’s hand tighter for a brief moment. “Oh it was better than that! You put on such a good show that our meals were both free. We’re welcome back any time, though they might request that you wear less concealing clothing, or remove more of it.”

Sophia quivered, unable to even think clearly enough to respond quickly. She imagined lifting her dress to reveal even smaller undergarments, something so small that her lower lips framed it more than hid under its concealment. She imagined wearing nothing at all under her dress, and something with spaghetti straps or a halter top that would be easily opened.

One hand holding up her dress, the other one holding one of her large breasts for all of them to see… Sophia had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.

It was just as easy to imagine herself stepping in through the front door fully dressed, reaching the dining area, and then dropping her dress to the ground to stroll through the other diners wearing only her heels—and possibly some jewelry. There were plenty of undergarments that would make her appear even more naked instead of hiding her body away, and all of those seemed every bit as alluring.

When Claire stopped them in front of a door that Sophia could only presume was her room, Sophia finally managed to recover her voice. “L-less… concealing…? But they…” Sophia forced herself to stop as all of the words she found to describe what she was about to say sounded too extreme, too suggestive for what she wanted to communicate. Swallowing hard, the older woman did her best to concentrate past the myriad of fantasies Claire’s words birthed in her mind. “But everyone at the restaurant saw so much already…!”

“If I might say but a single thing before we proceed?” Mae followed close behind, and both Claire and Sophia turned to watch Mae raising a hand in a cute mockery of a polite student. “I think that the next time you visit, the dress code for you might be far stricter… but you may also need to bring a collar for your lovely partner, Claire.”

Claire raised an eyebrow.

Sophia moaned.

“And a leash.”

Sophia moaned louder, pressing her curves into Claire with a renewed insistence. “Yess, that… that would be… I usually would want it to be… subtler… concealed, but… but if you… if you would want to do that, then…”

Claire grinned so wide it almost hurt as she reached for the knob. “I might… but first, I think we’re getting a bit ahead of ourselves. Tonight is still young.” Claire opened the door and motioned inside. Though a relatively small room, it was as well decorated as the rest of the home. The centerpiece was a four-post bed with dark black satin sheets.

Though the room contained large bookshelves, a fancy armoire, and a desk, Sophia couldn’t make herself look away from the bed.

That’s why I’m here…

“So…” Claire arched her back, leather jacket slowly falling down along her arms. “There’s a lot that we could do. The longer we’re together the more I get the feeling that you’re a very kinky woman, and I would hate to disappoint you, but…” Leaning up on the tips of her toes, Claire gently cupped her hands around Sophia’s cheeks, drawing her down until their faces were so much closer. “I really didn’t have anything much more dramatic planned besides a little bit of very fun sex.”

“A little…?” Sophia was nearly breathless, her lips so close to Claire’s that the shorter woman felt warmth with each of the taller woman’s syllables. “That’s the only part of that sentence I don’t like very much. Claire…” Sophia blushed, quivering as she arched forward to rub herself against Claire slowly. “I almost feel like I should be calling you something more… something like…”

Mae chuckled, her arms moving around Sophia’s waist as her breasts pillowed against her back. “Something like… ‘Mistress’…?”

Sophia groaned, her eyes rolling back so quickly, so dramatically, as her eyes fluttered and her mouth twisted in useless shapes. “Yesss…!”

Claire quietly mewled, rubbing herself forward against Sophia as she stared at her eyes. For the moment, most of what was visible was purely white. She could feel her nipples straining against the vinyl of her dress. “You can call me that if you want, but… this is just our first date. I think something like that… if that’s what you want…That’s a big deal, isn’t it…?”

Sophia nodded, her nose rubbing against Claire’s as her head moved up and down. Both women mewled, their lips so very close but neither of them moving to be closer.

With a kiss to the back of Sophia’s head, Mae pulled away.

“It… it can be a big deal, but it’s all about… what we make it mean… isn’t it…?” Sophia’s eyes finally rolled forward. The gaze she gave to Claire wasn’t purely one of need, or submission. Something inside of them was warmer, softer—and infinitely more vulnerable. “It’s what… what we want it to be, what we want… us to be.”

“And just what…” Claire whimpered, tears sparkling in her eyes. “What do you want us to be...? I-I mean I know this is just a first date, and that might be a little quick to ask but what would you want us to—”

One of Mae’s fingers moved to fill the air just between Claire and Sophia’s lips. Instinctively Sophia’s pursed, kissing the offered finger. Claire spent a moment simply staring with wide eyes before she returned the kiss, moaning and melting against Sophia as Mae wrapped an arm around her waist.

Mae’s lips found Claire’s ear, and she whispered in so quietly that even with Sophia so close there was no way she heard either word the woman spoke.

”Want…? Take.”

Teeth tugged Claire’s ear, and she whined as she rubbed her waist against Sophia amidst her helpless shuddering. Not nearly as quiet, she whispered back with trembling lips still pressed to Mae’s finger. “B-but… I want… want to find what we both want, what—”

A second of Mae’s fingers joined the first, pressing more firmly to Claire in an obvious signal to silence her. There was no tingle to the sensation, nor any unnatural pressure.

“She wants you to take. It won’t be the same if she offers it first… not for her. You want to give her what she wants…?” Mae’s voice, lips, and tongue all teased Claire enough to make her tighten and shake. “Then that means taking what you want, and adapting based on how she reacts. This isn’t just as easy as wining and dining her… you need to fulfill your promises.”

Claire moaned, nodding slowly as Mae’s lips again kissed her ear before she delicately drew back.

“Make me proud, Claire-bear…”

After quickly fluttering her eyes, Claire’s eyes met Sophia’s again. Where there had once been hesitation and uncertainty there was something new. The fires of passion and lust burned hot, searing away what remained of her nervous anxiety, but those had been there before.

The same confidence she’d worn during dinner was back.

Seeing that alone, a subtle but unmistakable shift in how the shorter woman was handling herself, thinking of herself, and prepared to act, was enough to make Sophia squirm. She remained quiet, her breathing still audible and peppered with the occasional mewl, but it was clear that she was waiting.

Claire was the one in control of the situation, and Sophia could be patient.

Her hands moved from Sophia’s face to behind her head, grasping a chunk of her hair as hard as she possibly could. Sophia moaned, slackening against Claire as though the grasp alone had sucked away so much of her strength and volition. “I’m going to take you, Sophie-m—Sophia.” Claire’s cheeks burned, but she recovered quickly from the moment of embarrassment. “I’m going to take you, and I’m going to use you, and this is your last chance to turn away and avoid being my little sex pet for the rest of the evening…”

Tugging Sophia’s hair, Claire mashed their lips together and moaned at both the sensation of her mother’s lips pressing back, consciously and actively returning her affections, and the feeling of all of her mother’s strength turning to passion the longer they held the kiss.

Sophia didn’t simply passively accept Claire’s lips. Even if she seemed nearly limp, standing as much because Claire wanted her to stand as from any desire or action of her own, there felt no risk that Sophia would fall. Claire’s lips pressed so firmly into Sophia’s, and Sophia’s lips pressed back with the same passion without simply reflecting Claire’s own.

Mmm Sophie-mommy is kissing me… she’s kissing me and it doesn’t feel like she’s thinking of me as just her daughter, or comparing me to Mae-mommy… She’s just kissing me and thinking about me…!

When the kiss broke, Sophia spoke first.

“Make me your little sex pet... please… I’ve never felt like this before… never felt so…” Sophia moaned, a sound of pure yearning that refused to be translated into any more complicated sounds. “Maybe it’s because you’re a younger woman, maybe I just really like shorter, curly haired dominant women, I don’t know, but please…

“Don’t give me a choice…”

Claire groaned, pulling Sophia back in for another kiss. It was hard to focus on her surroundings with Sophia’s lips so full and hot against her own. Awareness of anything outside of Sophia became even harder when their lips parted and Claire did her best to claim Sophia’s tongue and her mouth.

Still, Claire stubbornly held on to the world around her just enough to tug Sophia towards her bed, and then use her own kissing lips to pin Sophia down. The remote sailed across the bed, and Claire’s hands moved under Sophia to find her zipper.

The almost ripping sound of the metal teeth coming apart was quickly followed by both women on the bed panting helplessly for every breath, and then Sophia’s dress being pulled down around her waist. “Sophia… When I’m in control like this, and you’re mine to use however I want…” Claire looked into Sophia’s eyes for only a moment before her lips found her lover’s neck, kissing, sucking, and biting her way down. “I’m going to call you mommy. If this doesn’t turn you on now?”

Claire paused, her heavy breathing and Sophia’s the only sound in the room as she unhooked Sophia’s bra and tossed it to cover the remote.

“It will by the time I’m done, mommy.”

Sophia moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head as Claire’s lips wrapped around one of her nipples and sucked. “O-ohh… Y-yes… M-mistress…. Mistress… C-Claire…!”

Claire’s thighs clenched, and her toes curled. She didn’t stop sucking for a moment, but her vision blurred from the sheer pleasure of her mother calling her “Mistress.” She nibbled and tugged, moaning as her ass, still wrapped in vinyl, wiggled side to side in the air.

Mae grinned, nodding to herself happily as she moved to lay beside them on the bed, nails teasing their way through Sophia’s hair. She moaned louder, her back arching higher off the bed as she reached up a hand to hold Claire’s back to keep her tightly against her breast. Claire was happy to oblige, tongue stroking at Sophia’s nipple, flicking in time with every heartbeat that throbbed through the stiffened nub.

“You look so good together like this… so… natural. This was inevitable.” Mae’s nails pressed down harder, and Sophia cried out louder. “Do you mind if I make a little suggestion, ‘Mistress’ Claire…? When you have a moment, anyway… don’t let me stop you from enjoying those amazing tits of hers…”

Sophia’s cheeks were incapable of flushing any more than they already were, but she was still capable of whining as she squirmed under the constant onslaught of her Mistress’s mouth. Even if the remote was inaccessible, the egg was still buried deep inside of her and Sophia couldn’t stop herself from squeezing around and rolling her hips as she clutched Claire to her breasts in a way that was less possessive and more desperate for sensation.

Claire’s eyes met Mae, but she didn’t stop what she was doing. She sucked, and she sucked, her hips wiggling a little more dramatically each time Sophia’s cries quivered or rose in pitch for even the slightest of moments.

It hadn’t been the first time Claire had enjoyed a pleasant dinner with Sophia, but it was the first time she had after watching Sophia cum. It was the first time that dinner had been explicitly about the two of them being intimate, pushing away all of the boundaries between them to be closer and closer. It was the first night Claire and Sophia had ever kissed as lovers, the first time that anyone had called Claire “Mistress”, and the first time she’d ever pinned a woman down on her own bed.

She’d had sex before—even with Sophia—but fucking Sophia as a mindlessly obedient sex slave felt so very different from fucking Sophia with only one very simple change.

Sophia had no idea that she had a daughter—or a wife.

The loud pop when Claire pulled her mouth back was almost as dramatic as Sophia’s moan that followed. “Mmm… Did you like that…” Claire breathed cool air across Sophia’s wet nipple, wiggling her hips more as Sophia writhed and breathlessly stuttered. “I didn’t hear you… did you like that, mommy?”

At the exact moment Claire drew the emphasis on her special title for Sophia, her nails grasped both of Sophia’s nipples, and twisted both hard away from the center of her chest.

“O-ohhhh…! Yes, yes Mistress…! M-mommy… l-likes that…! Mommy likes that… a… a… a lot…!” Sophia gasped for every breath she took, panting hard until Claire finally loosened her grasp, and allowed Sophia’s nipples to fall back into place.

That done, Claire’s gaze turned to Mae who was grinning at her approvingly. “You had a… suggestion? They’ve all gone over pretty well so far, so I figure… why not at least listen?”

Mae laughed, stroking down through Sophia’s curls, along her neck, and down her chest until she could easily squeeze at Sophia’s nearest breast. “Mm. I’m glad that I’ve been a big hit… do you mind if I use her name, or would you prefer if I call her ‘mommy’ too, ‘Mistress’ Claire?”

Coming from someone else, Mae’s words might have sounded mocking, hurtful, or at least insensitive. Instead, Mae’s playful tone only managed to make Claire take a thoughtful expression, and made Sophia moan as Claire fondled her breasts, and still aching nipples, with far more gentle attention.

“I think while she’s obeying me like this…? Her only name is mommy, and she’s my mommy…” Claire turned back to face Sophia, kissing right beside her lips to whisper low and quiet against her. “You like the sound of that, don’t you, mommy?”

“Oh god!” Sophia’s eyes crossed, her whole body twisting and shifting to press as much of herself against Claire as she possibly could. “Yes Mistress! O-only name… mommy… and I’m… y-your mommy…!” She whined, her eyes so hazy, her hips squirming as her thighs clenched. “No one’s ever made that word sound so hot before, Mistress Claire…!”

Claire drew back, her hands continuing their work of playing with her mommy’s breasts.

“I think we have our answer there. If you want anyone to know who you’re talking about? You better call her mommy, because while I had a lovely dinner with Sophia…” Claire’s nipples dug in again, and her mommy screamed as she arched in response. “She’s not here right now! I’ll be very happy when I see her again, but I think we can keep our focus on mommy… sound alright to you, Mae?”

“Of course it is.” Mae chuckled. “You wanted her name, so you took it. Someone’s going to say that makes you sound like some sort of fae pact, but as long as that doesn’t bother you…” Her voice trailed off, and both Mae and Claire laughed together as Sophia continued to writhe.

She’s just using me… Treating me like a possession… feels… so… good…! Sophia couldn’t stop trembling, feeling so weak that the idea of raising her legs to wrap them around Claire sounded like too much effort—unless Claire wanted it.

Then she would have done it in an instant.

“Regardless… Mommy. It sounds like you’re feeling very good, but you’ve been feeling good all night, haven’t you?” Sophia nodded breathlessly, the only sounds she found it easy to make being pitiful whines and moans. “You’ve been sharing yourself with her, but I think there’s… more that you could do, mommy. How would you like to taste your Mistress, and show her just how good you can make her feel…?”

Claire’s eyes widened as Sophia’s head began to frantically nod. “Yes…! Yes, Mae, I… I would love to, want to make Mistress feel good, want to serve her, want to obey her, want… want… fuck..!” Sophia screamed, her voice more pleading than Claire had ever heard Sophia sound before. “Please, Mistress… let Mommy make you cum… ride mommy’s face…!”

She… she’s calling herself mommy now… she’s calling me mistress so… devotedly, so… ohh fuck! Claire whined, nodding as she crawled her way up Sophia’s body. I was so focused on making her feel good… Mae mentioned this before, but I didn’t even think of it!

I was so completely distracted with wanting to enjoy my mommy and her yummy body…!

“A-alright, mommy…! Then that’s exactly what we’re going to do… Mmm… fuck…!” Claire’s whole body was shaking, so much that it took a lot of effort to crawl until she could kneel above Sophia’s face. “You’re going to make me cum until I’m satisfied… and then we’ll decide just how my mommy is going to spend the night…”

Claire had some sexual experience before her mother, but none of that was the same as this. It wasn’t as dramatic as any of this.

That, and it had been a long time since she’d had a woman go down on her—and even then none of them had been much older than she was at the time. It’s probably time for me to admit to myself that the reason I’m attracted to Elizabeth is because she acts like such a mom… mature… always wearing sweaters… Those hot hips of hers… that sexy laugh…

Fuck…

Claire blushed as she pulled up her dress, and then hooked her thumbs under her panties.

I just really like women that make me feel younger… mom vibes a definite plus! Vibes… maybe I could have her with a remote just like Sophie-mommy…

Wet warmth trailed up along the inside of her thigh as Claire lowered herself down closer and closer to Sophia’s lips. Sophia’s lips, and her tongue, were already making Claire feel so hot. She’d briefly imagined making her mother kneel between her thighs once before, but that felt so different to imagine compared to being up above Sophia, ready to do exactly what Sophia herself requested.

Sophia’s hands grasped Claire’s thighs, the grasp so much stronger than any touch Claire had ever felt from her before.

Then her tongue at last began to tease her slit, and Claire bent in half barely able to do anything but whine. Sophie-mommy… her tongue… her mouth… they’re on my pussy… she wants to make me cum, and I already feel so close…!

“Don’t worry about holding back, ‘Mistress Claire.’ She won’t stop until you decide she gets to stop…” Mae’s nails trailed over Claire’s bare ass, squeezing tight in the perfect way to make Claire squeal and arch back into her hand even as she felt Sophia’s tongue graze alongside her clit. “You don’t need to worry about anything but enjoying yourself, and a woman like this…? There’s no way she doesn’t have an amazing tongue and the knowledge of exactly how to use it… isn’t that one of the benefits of sleeping with an older woman…?”

“Ha-hadn’t thought about that…!” Claire whined, grasping at the bedsheets as she pressed herself down and felt Sophia’s lips suck as insistently on her clit as she’d been sucking at Sophia’s nipples not long ago. “I’d just… ohhh… Mommy… You’re so sexy… so gorgeous… you’re so clever and I just fucking love spending time with you… I love being near you…!”

Claire screamed, her first orgasm of the night shuddering through her body. Sophia moaned from her place trapped between Claire’s thighs squeezing so tight around her face, and her cunt grinding Sophia helplessly down against the bed.

“I don’t want this to be our last date… I don’t want to imagine that we could ever have a last date… I just keep wanting to get closer and closer to you forever, mommy! I want to talk with you late into the night, to fuck you early into the morning…!” Claire whimpered, the movements of her hips so quick, so desperate, and her breathing just as ragged. “I… I know we haven’t had… m-much chance to explore each other… like… like this… but I want to learn… to grow… to be with youuu!”

Sophia moaned louder between Claire’s legs, her lips shaking from the vibrations of her own pleasure. Claire couldn’t lift her head to see that down between Sophia’s legs, Mae’s tongue, and her fingers, were hard at work adding to Claire’s pleasure by adding to Sophia’s.

Mae moaned against Sophia less as a display of her own erotic euphoria, and more to enhance the sensations she was giving her. Sophia grasped tighter at Claire, her tongue moving faster, her lips sucking harder—her whole world revolving around obeying her Mistress and the first sexual encounter they’d shared that she could remember.

Claire came again, her ragged cries making Sophia smile as she eagerly lapped up every drop of her honey, and then continued to learn all of the ways to make Claire’s pussy sing.

“Ohhh fuck, your tongue is magic!” Barely able to keep herself from collapsing, Claire continued to grind, to whimper, her eyes shut tight. “That’s it… keep… sucking… licking… want you to make me cum until I can’t take it… until my mommy satisfies me… knowing she’s going to be doing it again… really… really… soon…!”

A proud smile briefly passed over Mae’s face before she closed her eyes and focused on her wife’s breathing, on her heartbeat, and on keeping the movement of her tongue or her fingers from being too much. It would be easy to make Sophia so exhausted that continuing to obey Claire would be too difficult, but that was the last thing she wanted to do. There was no jealousy for her, only swelling pride as her own panties soaked through with delight.

Sophia enjoyed yet another orgasm, and Mae enjoyed drinking down her nectar.

Claire moaned, her hips twitching as she shook her head and rubbed her forehead down against the bed. “No… no more… need… need to stop… s-sore… so… sore… fuuuck…!” Sophia’s mouth stopped worshipping Claire’s body, though it took a little longer for Mae to stop. Once she had, only the loud panting sounds of heavy breathing filled the room for several long moments. “That was… fucking… amazing… Mommy, you were… so…”

“Mmm…” You were amazing, too, Mistress…” Sophia groaned, nuzzling and kissing at one of Claire’s thighs. “I’ve never… ever had a night like this before. I didn’t know that I could enjoy a night like this… Mmmm… Mistress…”

Claire quivered.

Mae drew back, laying beside the two as she watched them with a warm smile of approval.

Each time that Sophia called her Mistress tingles of rightness spread out through Claire’s body. Each time, it felt more like something she’d wanted for so long without knowing it, and had long since decided it was impossible without trying to seek it out.

Until recently I was pretty sure that both Mae-mommy and Sophie-mommy were off-limits on the whole… sex thing… but now, not only are they not, but we’re all this close… Claire sighed, slowly crawling her way down to rest her head against one of Sophia’s breasts. I definitely wanted this… I wanted this with what looked like the next best thing when I asked out Elizabeth… when I thought about asking out a professor…

I am really into older women that I can call mommy… nothing else feels like it could compare…

Sophia sighed happily, sliding her fingers slowly and tenderly through Claire’s curls. She moaned, and nuzzled more towards the spot between Sophia’s breasts, stopping to kiss at her heart along the way.

I’ve never met a woman like Mistress… Sophia sighed, watching Claire’s contented smile and her adorable wiggles as she squirmed to find the perfect way to fit into place. Nothing about her screamed child, or even teenager, but there was a certain cute youthfulness about her every move that made Sophia’s heart melt. She has these moments of extreme confidence, and then nearly as extreme doubts… It’s like she can’t remember how good she is one moment to the next.

I would have thought dating someone younger than me would make me feel like I was babysitting them, but even when Claire isn’t sure what to do she’s not that young. She’s obviously fooled around before, but has she ever had a long term girlfriend, or a committed submissive?

Sophia smiled shyly.

“I… think I remember… earlier…?” Sophia fluttered her eyes, nuzzling into Claire as she squeezed the other woman closer and Claire gave the sensitive skin at the center of Sophia’s chest another long, slow kiss. “You said something about wanting to talk all night, fuck until dawn… not let this be our last date, right…?”

Claire stiffened in Sophia’s arms and took a deep breath before replying. She tried to keep her voice in an even keel, but it was even obvious to Claire that she failed. “Uhm… yeah?”

“Relax…” Sophia squeezed Claire tighter. “This is… afterglow. We’re cuddling. I’m not going to drop any scary bombshells.”

“Okay…” Claire exhaled slowly, and then sighed. “Yes, I did say that… and… I realize now that I was going a little… I was being… very dramatic, but… I did mean all of it? I’ll understand if I came on too strong, said too much, but… I meant it. Still do… well…”

Claire shyly laughed, burying her face deeper in the center of Sophia’s chest.

“Maybe not fuck until dawn? It can’t be two AM and I’m absolutely exhausted. I can’t remember if I have school tomorrow and I don’t care, but you have work…” Claire sighed, squeezing her arms as tightly around Sophia as her arms were around Claire. “and I don’t want to keep the city’s most important IT woman from her job…!”

Sophia laughed, slowly shaking her head as she kissed Claire’s forehead. “I don’t know if I’m quite that important, but… I appreciate the thought. But no, I wasn’t going to chastise you, Mistress.”

“You can call me Claire again—if you want.” Claire shifted shyly, kissing over Sophia’s heart again as she squeezed a little tighter.

“Do you want to call me Sophia again, or mommy?”

Claire squirmed. It was impossible to feel like any of her defenses were up after all they’d shared together. It was just so much easier to be honest with the woman of her dreams. “…Mommy.”

“Then I want to call you Mistress, Mistress!” Sophia laughed, squeezing her Mistress so tight and close. “What I was trying to say is that I don’t want this to be our last date, either. I want this to be a date that starts something… important. Special. Something… more.”

“More, like…” Claire couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice.

Sophia smiled down at her, kissing Claire’s forehead again. “I don’t know, Mistress. I want to see where things go, but I think that I’m falling in love with you.”

Mae smiled, and raised her hand.

“You two are so wholesome. I wish I could let you two keep at this all night, but… it is late…”

Mae lowered her hand.

Snap!