“Can I come in?” Victoria asked.
“Yeah,” Isabel said, stepping aside. “You can come in.”
The apartment was dim, the last of the daylight filtering through the blinds in narrow bands. The boxes were still stacked in one corner, half-forgotten. It no longer looked like someone preparing to leave — more like someone caught between staying and going.
Victoria closed the door behind her. “How was your day?”
“Strange,” Isabel admitted. “Quiet. I think I’m still getting used to not checking my email every ten minutes.”
Victoria smiled faintly. “That’ll pass. Eventually.”
They moved toward the couch without quite meaning to, their bodies falling into an easy rhythm that came from months of working in sync.
For a while, they just talked — about the DA’s announcement, about Chloe Harper’s reunion with her mother, about the things they hadn’t had the space to process before. The conversation ebbed and flowed, comfortable and unguarded.
Then the quiet settled again — softer this time. Victoria’s gaze lingered on Isabel’s mouth, on the curve of her smile, on the pulse just below her throat.
She reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Isabel’s cheek, her fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “You look…peaceful,” she said.
Isabel tilted her head, a small smirk ghosting her lips. “You sound surprised.”
“I am,” Victoria admitted. “But I like it.”
Her thumb skimmed the inside of Isabel’s wrist, the spot where she’d kissed her the night before. The memory of it flickered between them — tender, grounding, electric.
Isabel’s breath hitched, just slightly.
Victoria leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I missed you today.”
The words hung there, quiet but heavy, leaving no space for misunderstanding.
Isabel’s lips parted, her reply lost somewhere between a sigh and a question.
Victoria reached up, her fingers grazing Isabel’s chin, tilting it just enough to meet her eyes. The air between them shifted — slow, certain, and full of gravity.
The heat built between them with each rising bated breath. Isabel leaned into Victoria, her hands traveling up into Victoria’s tight bun. Their faces were inches apart, so close that she could see the twinkle of mischief spark in Isabel’s eyes.
Slowly, Isabel took the pins out of Victoria’s hair as she whispered against her mouth.
“I missed you too, Vic.”
Victoria leaned in to capture Isabel’s mouth, but she was held still by Isabel’s grasp on her now completely loose hair as her lips twitched into a smirk. The hand clutching Victoria’s silkyblonde strands yanked back, pulling her back toward the couch cushions.
“Let me show you just howmuchI missed you.”
Victoria’s breath hitched as Isabel’s free hand crept under the waistline of her pressed slacks. Firm fingers pressed against the flimsy fabric of her finest lacy underwear, massaging her clit and making her moan.
Victoria wrapped her arms around Isabel, her hands seeking the warmth of her skin. She slipped her fingers beneath Isabel’s T-shirt and explored the expanse of clean, still damp skin. Isabel’s fingers continued to tease on the wrong side of her panties, making Victoria squirm. Again, she squirmed against the tight hold on her hair as she tried to close the small space between their lips.
Isabel tightened her grip further, pulling on Victoria’s hair enough to cause pain but never too much. The sensation whipped Victoria up into a frenzy, her moans getting louder and more persistent.
Isabel finally slipped a finger beneath Victoria’s now soaked panties, sliding between her folds but still not giving her what she so desperately wanted.
Isabel’s voice, low and heated, commanded Victoria’s attention.
“I want to watch you as I make you cum.”
Victoria’s eyes rolled back as she moaned, her lids fluttering closed in pleasure. Isabel stopped her teasing motions. She tsked as she leaned forward, touching her nose to Victoria’s nose.
