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It's 2:03 AM when Michelle's phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table. She glanced at the screen, Willow's name flashing like a siren call. 

With no hesitation, Michelle puts on some khaki shorts and a black tank top, grabbed her keys and slipped into her car. The engine roars to life in the quiet night.

The roads were empty, street lamps casting long fluorescent rays as she sped toward the bar Willow had mentioned in her slurred voicemail.

She spotted her almost immediately slumped on the curb outside a nearby convenience store, wrapper crinkling as she nibbled on a protein bar. 

Willow's short bodycon dress hugged her like a lover's grasp, the fabric shimmering under the moonlight. Her brown hair was tousled, makeup slightly smudged from whatever chaos the night had wrought. 

Michelle exhaled through her nose, something between relief and annoyance. Of course.

She stepped out, walked up, didn’t say anything at first. Willow looked up like she had been expecting her all along, doe green eyes a little glassy, smile a little slow.

“Mich!” Willow says, voice airy, "Hehe you found me!"

“It’s 2 in the dead of night, Will.”

She has the audacity to giggle, "And yet you came.”

Michelle doesn't respond to that. She gently pulls Willow up by her hips and walks her to the car. 

She should have brought a coat for Willow. It's cold.

Willow slid into the passenger seat with a clumsy grace, the door clicking shut behind her. The car fills with the faint scent of something sweet and sharp. Alcohol and her perfume tangled together. Michelle eased the car back onto the road, her foot pressing the accelerator a little harder than necessary. 

The drive starts quiet.

Then Michelle cranks up the volume on the stereo, thumping bass and sultry vocals filling the cabin.

The windows are down. The night air rushes in, tugging at Willow’s hair and the thin fabric of her dress.

Willow's giggles bubbled up suddenly, light and infectious, cutting through the music. Michelle's lips twitched into a smile despite herself, the sound easing the knot of worry in her chest. She tore her eyes from the road for a split second, stealing a glance at her friend.

“Well you sure are enjoying yourself after giving me a heart attack” she mutters.

Willow just keeps giggling, maybe a little guilty.

She is forgiven anyway.

Michelle glances over for half a second, then looks back at the road.

But then, from the corner of her eye, Michelle spots a subtle movement. A rather familiar shuffling that made her pulse spike.

She whipped her head around just in time to catch Willow shimmying her panties down her legs, the lacy thing dangling from her ankle before she kicked it aside onto the floor mat. The dress, already scandalously short, rode up her thighs as she settled back.

Michelle gulped, heat flooding her face as she forced her gaze forward, hands tightening on the wheel. Her breath came in shallow bursts, the air suddenly too thick, too charged.

Another rustle pulled her attention again. Willow had twisted in her seat, propping her head against the window, staring out at the blurring streetlights. 

The position arched her body just so, making her tits strain against the halter neckline of the dress, the soft swells threatening to spill free with every bump in the road. They looked impossibly perky, nipples faintly outlined through the thin fabric, begging for her attention. The dress clung to her like it was painted on, accentuating the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.

She looks away again.

Focus.

Focus.

FOCUS!!

Her eyes betrayed her and peeped another look.

Michelle's eyes traced downward, lingering on the scattering of cute moles across Willow's exposed skin like stars mapped on a supple, smooth canvas that glowed faintly in the light.

Michelle's chest tightens. Her stomach drops, then flips, heat pooling low and fast.

Willow's legs had parted slightly in her relaxed pose, the hem of the dress hiked up enough to reveal everything. Her pussy was bare, trimmed neat, the pink folds gleaming with a subtle sheen. Arousal or sweat from the humid night, Michelle couldn't tell. But it made her throat feel dehydrated. Nestled just beneath those delicate lips, peeking from between her firm cheeks, was a delicate blue gemstone buttplug, its facets catching the passing lights.

Blue. As in Michelle's favorite colour...

The music pulsed louder, bass vibrating through the seats, but Michelle could barely hear it over her heartbeat roaring in her chest. She gripped the wheel harder, forcing her focus on the road, but her eyes betrayed her, flicking back every few seconds. 

The sight of Willow so brazenly exposed, so vulnerably open, sent a throb straight to Michelle's core. Her own pussy clenched, a warm dampness spreading between her thighs as she imagined reaching over, sliding her fingers along that slick slit, feeling the heat radiating from her.

Willow stirred then, lifting her head from the window. Her expression was serene, almost dreamy, lips painted a soft pink and slightly parted, cheeks flushed with the remnants of alcohol. Their eyes met in the rearview mirror first, then directly as Willow turned. Green met brown. Time stretched, the air crackling with unspoken want. 

Something inside Michelle snapped. A fierce, unaddressed hunger that she'd buried for too long.

She swerved into the nearest empty lot, tires crunching on gravel as she killed the engine. The sudden silence amplified their heavy breaths. 

Michelle unbuckled and twisted toward Willow, her face a storm of anger to mask the raging in her stomach. 

"What the fuck are you–" she hissed, voice low and edged with strain, her chest heaving, "Do you even know what you are doing?"

Her face twisted in a scowl. But her eyes roamed hungrily betraying her. Down to those perky tits, the naked pussy still on display, the buttplug gleaming like an invitation. Her hands itched to touch, to claim but she held back, thighs squeezing together against the insistent ache.

Willow watches her. Surprisingly unbothered. It unsettles Michelle a little.

“Yeah,” she says, quiet. Tilting her pretty head.

And that calmness might have done something worse than anything else could have.

Michelle exhales sharply dragging a hand through her hair, looking away for a second before forcing herself back.

“You can’t just… get in my car and…” She stutters, the words slipping out involuntarily, "an– and you are sitting there with your legs spread and that... that thing in your ass?? Were you around others like this? You're parading yourself like some cheap hookup. Do you even care how dangerous that is?"

The words tumbled out fueled by jealousy and fear but as soon as they left her lips, regret hit like a punch to the gut.

Willow's eyes widened, a flicker of hurt flashing across her face, her full lips parting in surprise.

That sight pierced Michelle's chest, making her stomach twist with guilt. She wanted to take it back, to wrap her arms around Willow and apologize but her gaze betrayed her, dropping inexorably to the exposed V between Willow's thighs. The pink folds there glistened under the dim lights filtering through the windshield, slick with fresh arousal that made them swell slightly. Michelle's throat tightened and she swallowed hard, the saliva thick and hot as it slid down. 

In her mind, it wasn't just spit. She imagined it was Willow's juices coating her tongue, tangy and warm. Her mouth buried between those thighs, lapping greedily at the source.

"Will, this isn’t funny. Please. I—"

"Oh I am not laughing."

'And isn't that the problem right there?' Michelle thinks.

That she isn't laughing. And that this isn't a prank. And she just looks so good. So...

So delicious.

She tore her eyes away, cheeks burning, and tried again, her voice softer but still edged. "I mean, come on, Willow. You can't just... wear that stuff out like that. It's reckless. What if someone else saw?" 

The music hums in the background. Michelle leans back in her seat, eyes closing for half a second, trying to steady her entire soul.

When she opens them again, Willow is still looking at her. Patient.

Her expression had shifted from wounded to defiant, a sly spark igniting in her eyes as she unbuckled her seatbelt with slowness. Before Michelle could process it, Willow was moving, swinging one leg over the console in a fluid assertive motion, straddling Michelle's lap with confidence.

Michelle's eyes went wide as saucers, her heart slamming against her ribs like a trapped bird, each beat echoing in her ears. The sudden closeness was overwhelming. Willow's heat pressing down through their clothes, her dress hiked up so high that the blue gemstone buttplug brushed against Michelle's thigh, cool and smooth. Willow's hands planted firmly on Michelle's shoulders, pinning her back against the seat, her breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hard peaks straining the fabric.

"You think I couldn't have just gone home with some hot butch from the bar?" Willow murmured leaning in, her voice low and commanding. 

Her breath was warm against Michelle's lips. "I had options, you know. Girls lining up to take me back, fuck me senseless. But who did I call, hmm? Who did I want to come get me?"

She rocked her hips subtly, grinding her bare heat against the rough fabric of Michelle's shorts, the friction drawing a soft gasp from both of them. Willow's folds parted slightly with the motion, smearing wetness onto Michelle's lap.

Michelle's breath hitched, her hands trembling at her sides, but Willow wasn't done. 

"I don't understand why I have to hear you talk down to me." She tilted her head, lips curving into a provocative smirk. "You keep looking down this whole drive like you want to devour it. So tell me, Mich. What do you want to do to me?"

Willow rolls her eyes, "Or I can go to someone else. You know, I met this girl named Carly today. I could be letting her touch me instead. And you can go back to your boyfriend."

The challenge hangs in the air, thick and electric.

Michelle's resolve shattered.

Her hands moved on instinct, sliding up Willow's thighs to cup the firm globes of her ass, fingers digging in just enough to feel the muscle tense under her touch.

The skin was silky smooth, warm, and she brushed the edge of the buttplug accidentally (or maybe not) sending a shiver rippling through Willow's body.

Willow arched, a soft whimper escaping her.

That sound undid Michelle completely. 

"Please," she whispered, voice breaking with desperation, her lips brushing Willow's collarbone as she leaned forward.

"Please, baby. I'm so sorry. Don't go to anyone else, ok? I can't stand it. Let me touch you, yeah? I need to feel how wet you are, n' make you come for me."

Her mouth found Willow's tits then, yanking down the halter neckline with her teeth to expose one breast. She latched on, sucking hard on the nipple, then grazing it with her teeth in a sharp bite that made Willow buck against her.

Willow's fingers tangled in Michelle's hair, pulling her closer even as she held back, teasing out the plea. 

"Beg a little more darling" she breathed, her domineering edge softening into something almost affectionate, her pussy throbbing against Michelle's thighs. 

Her breath hitched as Willow's fingers tightened in her hair, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her at the teasing touch.

"Willow, please. I can make you feel so good, baby. Please." Her voice comes out broken, rough with nothing but desire, "I need you. I need to make you feel good. Let me pleasure you, baby. I promise I'll make you cum so hard."

She punctuated her plea with kisses along Willow's neck, her lips trailing up to her ear. All wet and sloppy. Like a dog hungrily licking her owner for treats.

Willow sighs and brushes her fingers through Michelle's hair, soaking in her newly tamed pet's thorough worship.

Michelle whimpered, her hands gripping Willow's hips tighter, "Wanna fuck you baby. Wanna bury my tongue inside you and make you scream."

Michelle feels Willow shiver in her palms and takes it as a hint to buck her hips so that her thighs can be a good pressure pad for Willow's bare, swollen lips. Willow couldn't help but hump back, grinding herself against her thigh, chasing more of that delicious pressure.

"Baby," Michelle pleaded, her voice aching with desperation, "I'm sorry baby. Don't be mad at me okay? Wanna make you feel good. Please."

And after a few more insistent kisses and bites, leaving red marks and wet trails, Willow relented with a husky laugh. "Fine. You can touch me. But make it good."

She cups Michelle's cheeks, "Okay?"

Michelle moans, "Okay. Yeah, okay."

Michelle's fingers dove between them immediately, sliding through the soaked folds of Willow's pussy, two digits plunging deep into the tight, clenching heat. Willow moaned, grinding down to take them fully as she rode Michelle's hand right there in the front seat.

Michelle lunged forward, capturing Willow's mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling hot and desperate. Willow bucked against her palm, whimpering into the kiss, her walls clenching around Michelle's fingers as she pumped them in and out. The buttplug added pressure, making every thrust feel even more intense.

Michelle latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while her fingers curled inside Willow, hitting that spot that made her cry out.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet," Michelle groaned against her breast, thumb flicking Willow's clit in rhythm with her thrusts.

Willow's hands fisted in Michelle's hair, pulling her closer, hips rolling to meet every plunge.

"H-Harder," she gasped, her body trembling as pleasure built. Michelle obliged, adding a third finger stretching her wide, the slick sounds filling the car alongside Willow's moans. She could feel the base of the buttplug pressing against her hand, the vibration of Willow's shudders traveling through it.

They moved together in the dim glow, Michelle's free hand sliding under her own short to rub her aching pussy through her soaked underwear. The tension that had simmered all drive exploded into raw need, bodies slick with sweat, the windows fogging from their heavy breaths. Willow came first, her pussy spasming around Michelle's fingers, juices coating her hand as she arched and cried out.

Michelle pulled her fingers free, bringing them to Willow's lips. 

"Taste yourself, baby," she whispers, voice hoarse. Willow sucked them clean eagerly, eyes locked on Michelle's, who hungrily watched her pink tongue swirling around her digits to drink herself.

With a low groan, Michelle reached down and reclined her seat, giving them both more room. She delicately shifted Willow, turning her around so that her perfect, round ass was now facing her.

"O-Oh." A soft, almost inaudible moan tears out of Willow's throat.

Michelle licked her lips, eyeing her bare, glistening heat and the blue gem-encrusted buttplug stretching the tight pucker of her asshole.

A beautiful thing.

Did Willow know beforehand? That this is how they were going to end up?

Michelle smiles to herself.

Willow is so fascinating.

She pulls the buttplug slowly as it stretches out Willow's ring harder. She hears a whine mixed with the sound of nails scratching her dashboard.

She plays around with the plug, watches in deep interest as it shines. Willow's thighs quiver the more she drags it.

Finally it gets out with a wet pop. 

Now Michelle is faced with two pretty holes ready for taking.

She leaned in, dragging the flat of her tongue along Willow's slit in one long, slow lick. She could taste the sweet, musky flavor of Willow's arousal, feel the comfortable warmth of her folds. Willow gasped and shuddered, her back arching as she pressed herself back against Michelle's mouth. 

Michelle growled in approval, gripping Willow's ass cheeks and spreading them wider. She dove in, sealing her lips around Willow's clit and sucking hard. At the same time, she pushed two fingers deep into Willow's tight asshole, feeling it clench and flutter around the sudden intrusion.

"Oh fuck, M-Michelle!" Willow cried out, her voice echoing in the car. She rocked her hips, grinding her dripping cunt against Michelle’s sucking mouth and pushing her ass back onto her fingers.

She fingered Willow hard and fast, pumping in and out of her tight hole as she licked and sucked on her clit. She could feel Willow's pussy clenching, could hear her desperate moans and whimpers. She knew she was close.

"That's it, baby," Michelle moaned against Willow's heat, her fingers never slowing their relentless pace. "Cum for me. Cum all over my face. I want to taste your sweetness baby."

She sucked Willow's clit harder, flicking her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud as she curled her fingers inside her ass. Willow screamed, her body convulsing as a massive orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed and clenched, gushing clear fluids that dripped down Michelle's chin.

Michelle lapped up every drop, moaning in satisfaction at the taste of Willow's release. She could feel Willow's body trembling, her thighs quaking around her head as the intense orgasm consumed her. She didn't let up, continuing to suckle and lick at Willow's sensitive flesh, drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible.

As Willow came down from her high, Michelle slowly pulled her fingers from her ass, bringing them up to her own lips. She made a show of licking them clean, savoring the taste of her essence. Willow watched her with hooded, lust-filled eyes, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

"This..." Michelle pauses, her throat has tasted nothing but her best friend for the past hour and so.

"This should have happened sooner."

She sees Willow's hole clench around air and finds herself gulping her saliva down.

Car's stuffy. They need to go home fast.

Michelle doesn’t remember the drive back much. She drives faster, jaws clenched, mind swirling a thousand different scenarios as the culprit behind them sits oh so innocently on the passenger seat.

Willow’s thighs are coated in the wetness of their coupling. And she makes no attempt to clean herself up. 

She just sits there, eyelashes fluttering once in a while, swaying her head at the car's motions while humming a slow melody. 

Michelle exhales and presses the accelerator. The taste of her still lingering, impossible to ignore no matter how hard she focuses on the road. Every nerve in her body feels turned outward, raw and humming.

Michelle pulls into her building a little too sharply, the tires whispering against the ground. She cuts the engine and the sudden quiet presses in around them.

“Um... Willow?” she says, already reaching for her keys. “Just uhh... sit for a second.”

Willow hums.

Michelle steps out, the night air hitting her all at once. She circles the car, opens the passenger side.

Willow looks up at her.

She looks sobered up.

She takes Michelle’s hand and gets up, leaning her entire body weight into her without asking.

It isn’t necessary. She’s steady enough to stand on her own now. But she presses in anyway, warming Michelle's sides.

Michelle lets her. Helps her, even.

An arm slips around Willow’s waist, firm, steady. Willow’s hand comes up, resting against Michelle’s shoulder, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of her jacket.

“Careful,” Michelle murmurs, slightly concerned, slightly amused.

“I am,” Willow says softly.

They move together toward the building.

She fumbles the keys once before getting them right, the metal scraping too loud against the lock in the early morning hush.

The front gate creaks open.

Michelle steps inside and then stops to notice Jake's shoes neatly tucked over the mat.

Oh right. Her boyfriend.

Beside her, Willow stills. She hears her take a deep breath.

It must have dawned on her. The poor girl. That she had betrayed her step brother and homewrecked his relationship.

Michelle looks at his shoes for another second.

Well, Michelle gave her the wrench to break that home anyway. Didn't she?

Then she kicks El's shoes aside with her foot casualy and dismisses them.

Willow doesn’t say anything but her slouch seems to be suddenly gone now.

Michelle crouches slightly, fingers brushing Willow’s ankle as she slips off her heels. One, then the other. She sets them on the mat with care. Her hands linger again, thumb grazing absentmindedly over the skin that’s still warm.

Willow’s breath catches.

Michelle straightens, slips off her own sandals, keeps them beside Willow's heels and pushes the door open.

Inside, everything is dim and still. The clock on the wall reads 4:32 AM.

El is in the other room sleeping.

Michelle doesn’t look toward it. Instead, she keeps her arm around Willow and moves down the hallway, slow, each step careful to avoid the small sounds that echo too far at this hour.

Her room is at the end.

She nudges the door open with her shoulder and slips inside, closing it gently behind them.

Willow moves away from her only once they’re inside, drifting toward the bed and sitting down without a word. The mattress dips under her weight. She looks… not tired, not exactly. Just... distant for a moment, like she’s following a thought that hasn’t quite formed yet.

Michelle watches as her heart thumps. This Willow feels so different than the cute girl she grew up with. And yet, they are the same.

She reaches for the bottle of water on the nightstand, and holds it out.

“Here.”

Willow takes it, their fingers brushing. They were in Michelle's hair only an hour ago, pulling her. Training her. Michelle shivers at the thought.

Willow opens the bottle and drinks, head tipping back slightly. Michelle’s gaze lingers at the line of her throat, the slow movement as she swallows, the way her shoulders relax just a fraction with each sip.

Her lips are wrapped around the bottle's head. The bottle Michelle also drinks from.

The thought that Willow can taste her... Her saliva...

It does nothing to steady Michelle.

If anything, it makes it worse.

Willow lowers the bottle after a few seconds, lips still faintly wet and looks at her.

It's that same fucking look again. The eyes that broke Michelle as she traced her gaze up from between her legs.

Michelle leans back against the wall for a second, in an attempt to ground herself. Just a little bit.

It doesn’t work.

It's as if Willow is Pied Piper. As if her body is the music and Michelle is the rat enticed by everything Willow Byers.

"Do... do you... umm," Michelle stammers as she speaks. Her brain comes to a halt as she meets Willow's doe eyes.

"Doyouwannadoitagain?" She gets it out and screams at herself internally. Who says that? Who the fuck says that? It's over. No more pussy for Michelle. She has zero game.

Willow smiles. She looks slightly bashful.

"Oh..." She fiddles with her hair, "you want to?"

"YES!" Michelle's squeaky broken voice surprises both of them.

She attempts to calm herself.

"Um I mean, yeah. I want to. If you do too."

"I want to."

"Oh." 

Michelle probably looks stupid with how hard she is grinning.

"Yeah."

Michelle is sure she hasn't seen anyone more beautiful than how Willow looks right now as she smiles. Cute bunny teeth out, nose scrunched, eyes full of love.

"Yeah..."

They both bobble their heads at each other, the familiarity of them being just Mich and Will in this moment changing the air in the room into something soothing.

This time when Michelle leans towards Willow, she looks at her with not just lust, but love.

Michelle's heart races as they kiss.

Willow's lips are soft and pliant, yielding to her insistent pressure. Michelle's tongue traces the seam of Willow's lips, seeking entrance, and Willow grants it with a sigh.

Michelle moaned softly into Willow's mouth, feeling her tongue dance with hers. Willow's nails raked down her back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Emboldened, Michelle broke the kiss and hastily pulled Willow's dress over her head, tossing it carelessly aside. She took a moment to admire Willow's naked form, her eyes hungrily taking in every curve and mole. Willow was even more gorgeous without clothes.

Unable to resist, Michelle climbed on top of Willow, straddling her hips. She leaned down, capturing Willow's lips in another searing kiss. Willow arched her back, pressing her ample chest against Michelle's. The sensation made Michelle's head spin with desire.

Her hands roamed Willow's body, caressing the soft swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Willow whimpered into her mouth, her own hands gripping Michelle's shoulders tightly.

Michelle kissed a path down Willow's neck, her collarbone, the soft mounds of her breasts. She took a pert nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hardened bud. Willow cried out, gripping Michelle's hair.

Lost in a haze of desire, Michelle continued her worship of Willow's body, determined to make her feel pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. The rest of the world faded away as they lost themselves in each other.

Michelle will make sure to learn every stretch of Willow's skin. Burn the feeling into her soul forever.

She feels Willow's fingers pull at the strap of her tank top. 

Michelle looks up to see Willow pouting, eyes furrowed.

"...off. Please."

She smirks and licks her lips, sitting up to pull her top over her head. When she looks back, Willow is staring at her torso with her mouth open and eyes wide.

"Yeah? Like what you see?"

Willow looks into her eyes and nods quickly.

Michelle's hand slid inside Willow, her fingers gliding through the slick folds. Willow was dripping wet, and it made her heart race with excitement. She circled Willow's clit with a firm finger, feeling it swell under her touch.

"Tell me if I'm doing good, Will," Michelle whispered, her breath hot against Willow's ear. "I don't know much about... this... but I wanna try. For you. Wanna make you feel good."

Willow reached down to hook her fingers in the waistband of Michelle's shorts, tugging on them insistently.

Michelle quickly complied, standing up just enough to shimmy off her shorts and boxers, kicking them aside.

Willow guided Michelle's legs as she stretches her left leg and hooks it over Michelle's shoulder. Michelle follows suit and comes closer, positioning her own aching core near and rubs herself against Willow. 

Willow gasped as she felt the first brush of Michelle's pussy against her own, and she couldn't help but moan at the sensation.

They began to move together, their hips rolling and gyrating in a sensual dance. Willow matched Michelle's rhythm, her own hips lifting to meet each downward thrust. Their moans and gasps filled the small closet space, a symphony of their shared desire.

"Fuck, Willow... you feel incredible," Michelle panted, her fingers digging into the supple flesh of Willow's thigh as they continued their passionate embrace. She could feel her release building, the pleasure mounting with each passing second.

Willow tangled her fingers in Michelle's hair, tugging lightly as the pleasure became too intense. 

"M-Mich, don't stop... It's so good..." 

Michelle could feel Willow's breath growing ragged against her neck, could hear the desperate moans spilling from her lips. It spurred her on, driving her to move faster, harder, until Willow was writhing beneath her. 

"Come on, baby... come for me," Michelle encouraged, her voice a low seductive growl. 

She could feel her own release barreling towards her, but she wanted Willow to find hers first. She needed to hear Willow scream her name, needed to know that she had brought her to the heights of ecstasy.

Willow arched her back, her body tensing as she teetered on the brink of oblivion. "Mich! Mich! Oh god! I... I'm... I'm gonna..." she stammered, her words dissolving into a pleasured scream as her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave.

That scream, Willow's scream, was music to Michelle's ears. Their cum mingled, Willow's slick coating Michelle's pussy as she continued to grind against her lover's quivering form.

Her body shivered every time she pushed herself down into Willow. The feeling of Willow's body spasming against her own pushed Michelle over the precipice. "Fuck, Willow!" she screamed, her own release pulsing through her as she clung tightly to Willow, their juices mingling and coating their thighs.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, panting heap, the afterglow of their passionate encounter leaving them both drunk on endorphins. Michelle peppered Willow's face and neck with soft kisses, murmuring sweet nothings into her skin.

"Fuck, Willow... That was... incredible," Michelle breathed, a small, satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "You're amazing."

She tangled her fingers with Willow's, interlacing their hands and bringing them up to rest over her heart. She asks, hesitant, "This... this isn’t a one time thing right?"

Willow turns to her. She looks like she is going through a hundred thoughts per millisecond.

"You..."

"I would like it not to be." Michelle says, sincere.

They stare at each other in silence as Michelle rubs her thumb over Willow's palm. Then, quietly, she hears from her, "Then... El?"

Michelle hums. There were a lot of ways to go about this new found situation.

She chooses honesty.

"I don't think there can be anything anymore. With him, I mean." She thinks for a moment and continues, "I don't know how to go about this to be honest. This is so new to me..."

She laughs, "But I know what I feel for you is different. I umm... I still feel a little jealous about that Farly girl—"

"Carly."

"Yeah yeah. Carly. Does she get the honor of seeing your art pieces before anybody else? Fuck kinda name is Carly anyway??" 

They are both giggling now.

"But... yeah. I think... I mean, I want to... you know... do that with you."

"Make out?" Willow jokes, eyes glassy.

"Date." Michelle smiles, her eyes shining with a newfound affection and adoration for the stunning woman in her arms.

A sob breaks out of Willow's throat and Michelle instinctively jumps in to soothe her. She nuzzled into Willow's neck, breathing in the scent of their lovemaking, and felt a sense of contentment wash over her.

Something tells her that it will be way easier telling Willow Byers "I love you" than anyone else.