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I'm in the race but I already won
And getting there can be half the fun
So don't stop me 'til I'm good and done
Don't you try to rain on my perfect day
June stretched out on the bed luxuriously. She was not unused to waking up alone, since she wasn't a morning person at all and Elle started her work day early. With a great yawn, June sat up and blinked until the view came into focus. On the wall in front of her, a portrait of Bruiser accompanied photographs of June and Elle holding hands, kissing, and dancing.
Elle was in the bathroom, just starting her morning preparations. A lot of beauty work went into bringing Elle Woods from awake to world-ready. June could get dolled up as much at the next girl, but her public appearances usually happened much later in the day than Elle's courtroom battles. The toilet flushed and then humming with a few curses interspersed here and there wafted into the bedroom.
June endlessly admired the version of herself that was Elle. Every day, she thanked God for whatever miracle had brought this alternate self into her life. Sometimes, she wondered if in the multitude of universes there existed even more doubles of herself out there and if any of them had been, or would be pulled into her life. Although she was curious about them, she would never need more than Elle.
If she was polished leather, Elle was lace. June was a pretty little brunette with a Southern twang; Elle was a perky blonde with an attitude hotter than a pepper sprout. Each woman shone like anything on her respective stage, like she could dazzle the entire world with just one word. When June started to sing and dance, she was not so different from the everyday theatre Elle employed as she navigated the world; when Elle presented a case and slotted each piece of evidence into its respective spot within the truth known to the jury, she was no less captivating than June singing and playing her autoharp on the Grand Ole Opry stage. Both of them had known love and loss, had been let down by men who should have held them up. When it came down to brass tacks, they were the same woman, just different expressions of her.
Elle was incredible, a powerhouse of a woman. It seemed like she could accomplish absolutely anything, should she wish it. June had been married, twice before, to big stars. Elle shone brighter than either of them, though she couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Once she picked apart the current laws in court, undoubtedly successfully, she hoped to make June a wife yet again. There it would be in the newspapers, first her name in black and white and then both of their names. June was head over heels for her. She had already said yes and she would do so again, when the time came. Fiddling with her bare ring finger, June smiled to herself as she watched Elle pad back into the bedroom quietly.
The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Oh, but the fire went wild
Elle was still on the sleepy side of her morning routine. She had worked a serum into her hair and pulled it into a loose bun under a hair towel. She was wearing pink bunny slippers and a pink charmeuse silk slip that danced along her body like it was grateful for the privilege to touch her. June couldn't help herself. Naked as the day she was born, she rose from their warm bed and planted a great, big kiss on Elle's mouth, running eager hands down her silk-covered sides.
"You're awake," Elle breathed.
"Yes, ma'am," June tipped an imaginary hat to her beloved. It wasn't that she wanted to take on a man's role in a relationship, precisely. She simply didn't know how else to properly woo a woman. "I'm all yours until you go dazzle that court, my love."
"And afterwards?" Elle inquired.
"Tonight too," June confirmed. "I'm writing, not playing."
"Alright." Elle stepped in between June's legs, hands coming up to rest on her bare hips. She kissed June deeply and June leaned into her, skin pressing against silk, soft on soft. Feeling the silk charmeuse move against her skin, June whined softly and wriggled, seeking more of the sensation. Her nipples hardened against Elle's silken breast and her drenched sex dragged moisture over Elle's leg as she rubbed herself on it.
For her part, Elle delighted in the feel of June's bare skin. She let her hands roam from June's hipbones to her bum and walked her backwards to the bed. June fell back onto the mattress and crawled backwards, so that her head rested on her pillow. Elle eagerly climbed onto the bed after her and then on top of June. The slip had ridden up to her hips, and her sex, covered now only in damp silk panties, rubbed against June's.
"You're so wet for me," Elle exhaled with wonder.
June rubbed the damp spot on Elle's panties between them, finger sliding against her own clit. "This isn't all mine. You're no different."
"No, we're quite the same," Elle confirmed with a secret smile and kissed her.
June fingered Elle through her underwear as they kissed until Elle impatiently pulled them down, kicked them off of the bed, and ground down on deft fingers until she came, soaking them. June sucked her lover's juices off them eagerly, as Elle watched, transfixed.
"You're so beautiful."
She moved lower on the bed and settled between June's legs to kiss her bare thighs. Elle then bit one of them tenderly, before moving back up to her sex. Once there, she focused all of her attention on the task before her, just as she did in the courtroom. Elle lowered her lips to kiss, suck, and bite, holding June's hips down gently. No one else, not even her husbands, had ever known what June needed so instinctively and intimately as Elle.
Every movement, every lick, every bite was crafted specifically for and by herself. It was a kind of closeness she thought she would never have. Elle also knew when to let go, so that June could fist hands into her hair and fuck her face roughly too, on days when the passionate fire between them demanded no less. On the times they did that, June would brush her hair gently and sing Wildwood Flower afterwards. Secretly, those were some of Elle's favorite moments. But this time, June needed a different kind of passion. Elle flipped around on the bed so that they continued in a 69, as she moved to sit on June's face. As June lapped at her eagerly, Elle smiled with satisfaction and trembled with desire. This love was soft, sweet, and delicious. It was good, Elle mused, that she hadn't yet showered. She'd need to go do that in about twenty minutes, if she wanted to make it to the courtroom early enough.
Oh, I'll dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm ev'ry heart, in each crown I will sway
When I wake from my dreaming, in your arms I may
Find portions of love endless in every way