“I’m sorry I got so pissed,” Rachel said, nuzzling Ainsley’s neck. “But…”
“But what?”
Rachel swallowed. She wanted to be very careful how she said this next bit.
“But,” she began, “I can now see a silver lining to your slob-like qualities.”
Ainsley pulled away enough to look at her in surprise.
“Really? Explain.”
“You’re comfortable with me,” Rachel said, smiling up at her girlfriend.
Ainsley smiled back.
“I am,” she said.
Staring at Ainsley, Rachel felt there was more being said with their eyes than with their mouths but that perhaps now was not the time to try to bring whatever it was not being said out.
Instead, she went back to nuzzling Ainsley’s neck and murmured, “Just pick up after yourself, please. I’m not your maid.”
“Housekeeper,” Ainsley said. “Maureen used to get pissed if I ever called her a maid.”
Rachel continued nuzzling Ainsley’s neck, which had that fresh-out-of-the-shower smell, a combination of just Ainsley and the shea butter body wash Ainsley favored.
Ainsley, running her hands over Rachel’s back, moaned a little.
“You need to stop doing that.”
“You mean this?” Rachel whispered, now planting little kisses on Ainsley’s neck.
“Oh fuck,” Ainsley sighed, tightening her embrace. “No fair…you weren’t doing that before…”
“So?”
“Babe. Please.”
Rachel ran her tongue under Ainsley’s jawline.
“What?” she whined.
“Babe, I’m horny enough as it is,” Ainsley said softly but not soft enough to hide the desire in her voice. “I’m always horny on my period.”
“Okay,” Rachel said, ghosting Ainsley’s ear with her lips. “Then what’s the problem? It’s been almost a week…”
Ainsley moaned again and then huffed in frustration.
“What?” Rachel asked. “Do lesbians not have sex on their periods?”
Another huff of frustration from Ainsley.
“Of course we do,” she said. “I mean, sometimes. It depends on who’s having the period, I guess. But…”
“But what?”
“You’ve never done anything with a woman while she’s on her period and I don’t want it…” She trailed off.
“Grossing me out?” Rachel suggested.