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Chapter 22 - Sugar Glass

The door clicked open with a soft chime.

Mika turned from the window just as Elle stepped inside — all sunlit curls and impossible confidence. She didn't walk; she strolled, hips swaying under a flowing red sundress, like she'd just stepped off the set of a French art film.

And she smiled — like she'd already won something.

"You must be Mika," Elle said, letting the door shut behind her with a whisper. "I was hoping you'd be even prettier in person."

Mika blinked. She'd been expecting elegance, maybe aloofness. But Elle radiated something else entirely — a kind of sensual playfulness that wrapped around you like silk.

"You're not what I expected," Mika said, stepping forward. Her voice was even, but something in her chest buzzed.

Elle tilted her head, amused. "I get that a lot."

She closed the space between them without hesitation, her hand brushing Mika's arm like it was second nature. "I hope that's a good thing."

Mika smiled, lips curling with instinct. "So far."

They poured wine — something chilled and expensive — and drifted toward the balcony, where golden light poured in like honey. Mika watched Elle as she leaned on the railing, hair tousled by the wind, sipping like it was part of some old ritual.

Every little movement she made was flirtation, deliberate and feather-light.

"So," Elle said, glancing over her shoulder. "Do you usually get this dressed up for strangers?"

Mika arched a brow. "Do you usually flirt this hard with escorts?"

Elle laughed — soft, melodic, and a little wicked. "Only the ones who make me nervous."

There it was again. That pull. Like gravity, but warmer.

Back inside, Elle drifted toward the sofa and sank into it like it belonged to her. She patted the seat beside her.

Mika sat.

And suddenly the air felt charged — not heavy, but alive.

Their thighs touched. Their voices grew quieter.

"So," Elle said again, voice dipped in silk, "can I kiss you?"

Mika didn't answer with words. She just leaned in.

Their lips met in a kiss that started soft — curious, exploratory — but quickly deepened, like both had been holding their breath since the moment they locked eyes.

Elle's hand moved to Mika's thigh, fingers curling, not demanding — just present. Her other hand tangled gently in Mika's hair as the kiss slowed and stretched.

Mika exhaled against her lips. She didn't realize how much she'd missed kissing someone like this — playful, relaxed, intimate.

When they finally pulled apart, Elle was smiling again.

"God, you kiss like someone who wants to be ruined slowly."

Mika's breath caught. "And you flirt like someone who wants to be the one to do it."

Elle leaned in again, their foreheads brushing. "Maybe I do."

Absolutely — let's continue with Act 2, Chapter 10 – "Sugar Glass"

Elle kissed Mika again, slower this time — like she was savoring her. Like she had all night to explore and no intention of rushing through a single second.

Mika's hands found Elle's waist, fingertips brushing soft fabric, then skin. She could feel the quickening of Elle's breath. They moved together in small, instinctive motions — knees touching, bodies tilting closer, hands finding places to rest that didn't quite stay resting.

"Is this okay?" Elle whispered.

Mika nodded, lips parted. "Yes."

That was all Elle needed.

Her hands moved with a dancer's grace, tracing along Mika's arms, over her shoulders, sliding down to the small of her back. She kissed the corner of Mika's mouth, then her jaw, then just below her ear — a path of heat that made Mika's breath catch.

The red sundress slipped from one shoulder.

Then the other.

Mika let her fingers slide under the thin straps, guiding the fabric down slowly, almost reverently. Elle shifted just enough to let it fall to her waist, baring smooth skin and the soft curve of her back.

She was all golden light and perfume and skin that practically invited worship.

"Don't look at me like that," Elle said, teasing.

"Like what?"

"Like you're about to write poetry on my stomach."

Mika smirked. "Maybe I am."

Elle leaned back into her, tugging Mika's blouse loose at the hem. Her fingers toyed with the fabric before slipping underneath, skimming over bare skin.

There was something tender in every touch — not timid, just deliberate. Elle wasn't rushing to strip Mika down. She was taking her time, learning her texture, mapping her edges.

Their kisses deepened as the last layers slipped away. Buttons gave way. Straps slid down. Breath mingled. Skin warmed.

By the time Mika was bare to her underwear, Elle sat back slightly to look at her — and smiled.

"You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you?"

Mika flushed under her gaze.

And Elle kissed her again, this time with a low, content sound — almost a hum. She guided Mika back until they were lying together on the bed, legs tangled, hearts thudding.

No hurry. No agenda.

Just hands.

Just warmth.

Just the soft gasp of breath when a kiss landed lower, or a fingertip traced a line it hadn't before.

Elle's mouth traveled to Mika's shoulder, then the dip of her collarbone, her kisses light and lingering. She hovered just above her chest, not quite touching yet — as if waiting for permission even now.

Mika arched toward her, fingers sliding into her hair.

"Yes," she breathed. "Please."

And with that, Elle sank lower.

This part builds the sensual energy to its peak — still within guidelines, but rich in detail, tension, and emotion. It's about physical closeness, mutual pleasure, and the erotic rhythm of trust.

Elle didn't rush.

Her lips barely brushed Mika's skin, each kiss a question, a promise, a gentle tease. Her hands moved with soft authority, gliding over Mika's waist, her ribs, her hips — pausing only to appreciate the way Mika responded to every touch.

Mika's body hummed beneath her. Every breath felt longer. Every sigh, more open. Her legs shifted instinctively as Elle kissed lower, her warm breath raising goosebumps along Mika's belly.

The room was silent, save for the rustle of sheets, the soft gasp of air between them, and the growing rhythm of their connection.

Elle looked up — her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted.

"You're trembling," she whispered.

Mika's hand found her cheek. "You're doing that to me."

Elle smiled, slow and sensual. "Good."

She moved lower, her kisses now less teasing — deeper, more generous. She pressed her face against the inside of Mika's thigh, exhaling warmly. Her hands parted Mika gently, her thumbs stroking soft skin as she looked up for a moment, just to watch her.

Mika could barely hold her gaze.

And then — Elle kissed her.

Not rushed. Not aggressive. Just a slow, devoted motion that made Mika's head tilt back against the pillow, her breath escaping in a gasp.

Elle took her time.

She moved with focus, her tongue tracing careful, reverent patterns — listening to Mika's every breath, every twitch, every soft, involuntary moan that escaped between clenched lips. She didn't rush the rhythm. She let it build like music — slowly, steadily, until Mika was arching into her, thighs trembling, eyes fluttering shut.

Her fingers curled in the sheets.

A whimper escaped her mouth.

Elle paused only to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh — tender, grounding.

"You okay?" she whispered.

Mika nodded quickly, her voice breathless. "Don't stop."

Elle didn't.

Her mouth found her again, deeper now, more deliberate. Her tongue moved in circles and strokes, guided by every sound Mika made, every movement of her hips.

Mika felt her body tipping forward, the world narrowing to Elle's touch, her mouth, her breath. She held on — to the sheets, to Elle's curls, to the fragile, exquisite edge she was being pulled toward.

And when it came — that full-body wave that hit her in slow, warm pulses — she let herself fall.

Eyes closed. Mouth open. Breath ragged.

Elle stayed with her through every breath of it, kissing her softly, murmuring something Mika couldn't quite hear — only feel.

When it passed, Mika exhaled with a trembling laugh, wiping at her damp brow with the back of her hand.

"You're… dangerous," she managed.

Elle looked up, chin glistening, eyes bright. "And you're hot."

This part lingers in the softness and vulnerability that comes after intense pleasure — intimacy deepening not through action, but through presence, emotion, and quiet revelations.

Mika lay on her back, one arm draped over her eyes, her chest rising and falling in a slow, delicious rhythm. Her skin still tingled, every nerve humming in a kind of quiet, golden aftershock.

Elle lay beside her, one leg tucked over Mika's, propped up on an elbow, watching her with open amusement.

"You look like you just survived a hurricane," Elle said, brushing a strand of hair from Mika's face.

"I feel like I did," Mika murmured.

They both laughed — the kind of laughter that came easily, effortlessly, now that the heat had softened into warmth.

The room had gone quiet again, the city sounds muffled by thick curtains and thick desire already spent. The wine sat forgotten on the table. Their clothes lay scattered like petals.

Elle reached for the silk sheet and tugged it up over their legs, not out of modesty — just comfort. Her hand found Mika's, fingers weaving between hers.

"You don't do this like it's a job," she said softly, almost to herself.

Mika turned her head. "What do you mean?"

"You weren't performing. Not once." Elle traced her thumb across the back of Mika's hand. "You were… present. Hungry. Generous. That's rare."

Mika smiled gently. "I'm still figuring out who I am in all this. But when it's like this? It feels real."

"It was real," Elle said. "Even if it only lives in this room tonight."

They lay like that for a while — tangled in silence, tangled in sheets, tangled in something neither of them tried to name.

Eventually, Elle leaned in, pressing one last kiss to Mika's shoulder.

"You ever think about not doing this?" she asked quietly. "This work, I mean."

Mika didn't answer right away. Her gaze wandered to the ceiling, her breath still steady, but slower now — thoughtful.

"I think about everything," she whispered. "But right now, I'm just thinking about you."

Elle closed her eyes and smiled.

"I like that answer."

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