The water was still running down Estelle’s body as she stepped out of the shower, the heat from the steam lingering in the air. Her skin was warm, flushed from the intensity of the night and the playful morning she’d just shared with Celeste. The bathroom was filled with a hazy mist, the mirror fogged up as Estelle reached for one of the oversized towels hanging on the rack.
But instead of wrapping it around herself, she paused for a moment, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. She glanced over her shoulder to where Celeste was still rinsing off under the stream of hot water. Celeste’s body, strong and graceful, moved with a kind of self-assuredness that had captivated Estelle since the first day they met. But this morning, Estelle had other plans—plans to push Celeste just a little more.
Her mind was made up. She wasn’t going to bother with the towel.
Slipping out of the bathroom, Estelle padded quietly into the bedroom, her skin still damp from the shower. She grabbed one of Celeste’s oversized shirts from the closet, the soft fabric brushing against her bare skin as she slipped it over her head. It was long enough to cover her hips, but not much more. And, of course, she decided to leave the underwear behind. Today was going to be all about teasing, and she wanted to see just how much Celeste could take.
By the time she heard the shower turn off, Estelle was already sprawled on the bed, pretending to scroll through her phone, her legs stretched out just enough to catch Celeste’s attention when she walked in. The fabric of the shirt had ridden up ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of bare skin.
It didn’t take long for Celeste to notice. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her dark hair damp and tousled as she gave Estelle a once-over. Her brow arched, and a knowing smirk played on her lips.
“You’re already dressed?” Celeste asked, her voice filled with amusement as she crossed the room.
Estelle glanced up, feigning innocence. “Dressed? Hardly. Just threw on something comfortable.”
Celeste’s eyes darkened as they swept over Estelle, clearly noticing the lack of clothing beneath the shirt. “Comfortable, huh?” she said, her voice low as she stopped at the foot of the bed, still wrapped in her towel.
Estelle stretched her arms over her head, causing the shirt to ride up even higher, just enough to reveal the curve of her hip. “Yeah, super comfortable. It’s your shirt after all. Feels nice.”
Celeste’s gaze lingered on her exposed skin, her smirk growing more pronounced. “No underwear, I assume?”
Estelle grinned, tilting her head playfully. “Why bother? We’re not going anywhere today, right?”
Celeste took a slow, deliberate step closer, her eyes gleaming with that familiar possessive edge. “You’re a tease,” she murmured, her voice low and thick with desire. “Do you enjoy driving me crazy like this?”
Estelle’s heart raced, but she maintained her playful tone. “Maybe,” she said, biting her lip as she shifted on the bed, her legs parting just slightly. “Is it working?”
Without another word, Celeste dropped the towel and climbed onto the bed, hovering over Estelle with a predatory gleam in her eyes. Her fingers brushed along Estelle’s thigh, her touch feather-light as she leaned in, her breath hot against Estelle’s ear.
“Oh, it’s definitely working,” Celeste whispered, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Estelle’s spine. “But you know what happens to teases, don’t you?”
Estelle let out a breathless laugh, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her. “What happens?” she asked, her voice a little too innocent for someone who knew exactly what she was doing.
Celeste’s lips curved into a wicked smile as her hand slid higher, her fingers teasing the edge of Estelle’s shirt. “They pay the price,” she murmured, her voice filled with promise.
But just as Celeste’s fingers brushed against Estelle’s bare skin, she paused, pulling back just enough to meet Estelle’s gaze. “You know,” she said, her voice taking on a teasing tone of its own, “we could just spend the day cuddling instead. You don’t need to make it harder on yourself.”
Estelle laughed, squirming slightly beneath Celeste’s teasing touch. “Cuddling sounds great. But I don’t think that’s what’s on your mind right now.”
Celeste chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Estelle’s collarbone, her lips lingering there as she whispered, “Maybe not. But we’ll see how long you can keep up this little game of yours.”
With that, Celeste rolled off her, leaving Estelle breathless and a little frustrated as she walked toward the closet to grab a fresh set of clothes. “Get dressed,” Celeste called over her shoulder. “We’re making breakfast.”
Estelle pouted, sitting up on the bed as she watched Celeste pull on a pair of lounge pants and a tank top, her back still glistening from the shower. She wanted to push her just a little further, but she also knew that Celeste wasn’t one to be rushed. There would be time later for more teasing—right now, she could enjoy the slow burn of the morning.
Reluctantly, Estelle got up from the bed, smoothing down the oversized shirt as she followed Celeste into the kitchen. “You’re no fun,” she teased, leaning against the counter as Celeste started rummaging through the fridge.
Celeste shot her a playful look over her shoulder. “Oh, I’m plenty of fun. But you’re not getting away with teasing me all day without consequences.”
Estelle grinned, loving the way Celeste’s eyes still flicked toward her, dark with that unmistakable desire. “I’m counting on it.”
As they moved through the kitchen, preparing breakfast together, the playful banter between them continued. Every now and then, Estelle would brush up against Celeste “accidentally,” or reach up for something on the shelf, causing the hem of her shirt to rise just enough to give Celeste a glimpse of what she wasn’t wearing underneath.
By the time they sat down to eat, the tension between them was palpable. Estelle could see it in the way Celeste’s eyes lingered on her every movement, the way her hand would rest a little too long on Estelle’s waist when they passed each other in the kitchen.
After breakfast, they curled up on the couch together, Estelle settling herself comfortably in Celeste’s lap, making sure to adjust her shirt in a way that left little to the imagination. Celeste let out a low growl of approval, her hands resting on Estelle’s hips as they sat there, wrapped up in each other.
“You’re playing with fire,” Celeste murmured, her voice low and filled with promise as her fingers slid under the hem of Estelle’s shirt. “I hope you know that.”
Estelle laughed, resting her head against Celeste’s shoulder. “Maybe. But I know you like it.”
Celeste chuckled, her hands tightening on Estelle’s hips as she leaned in to press a slow, teasing kiss to her neck. “You’ll regret it when I finally decide to stop holding back.”
Estelle shivered under the promise in Celeste’s voice, but she smiled, knowing that this was exactly where she wanted to be—wrapped up in Celeste’s arms, teasing her, tempting her, and loving every second of it.
As the day wore on, they stayed curled up together, exchanging lazy kisses, playful touches, and soft laughter. The teasing never stopped, but the love and connection between them deepened with every moment they shared.
And Estelle knew, without a doubt, that this was only the beginning of something truly special.
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