Karol leaves her car with the hotel employee and takes the elevator up to the luxurious suite. Despite having a spare key, she prefers to knock on the door twice, hearing footsteps approaching. She adjusts her satin shirt and the door opens, revealing the other woman in front of her.
Lana wears a red dress that hugs her curves, revealing only parts of her white skin, near the necklace at her neck and the slit in her leg.
She holds Karol's chin and lifts her head, making their eyes meet.
"Up here."
Karol holds both her hands and lifts the one with the ring, placing a kiss on the symbol of the union between them.
"You look spectacular. As always."
Lana smiles, letting out all her intentions to Karol.
Promises that will be fulfilled that night.
Karol brings her face closer to Lana's as if she were going to kiss her, but they both know she won't. Instead, she veers off at the last second and presses the tip of her nose against the side of the other's neck — inhaling deeply the refreshing scent of champagne with drops of black fruit liqueur.
What she would drink that night.
Lana tilts her head slightly to the side, allowing Karol to appreciate the perfume she herself chose. The other caresses the tip of her nose in the pale skin and looks back into Lana's dark eyes.
"Ready to go?"
She refines the collar of her shirt and intertwines her fingers.
"Ready."
*-*
The two go hand in hand at the intimate restaurant in the south of the city. Although well located, the restaurant is relatively empty, being frequented only by those who get reservations.
And almost no one can.
It is the owner of the place, a close friend of the two, who comes to welcome them.
"Good evening, hotties."
Lana steps forward to hug Rune.
"How long."
The two of them walk away and Rune turns to Karol, wrapping her in a bear hug.
"I thought you had forgotten about this modest space that united these two little hearts."
The two move away and Karol again interlace his fingers on Lana's. The gesture does not go unnoticed by Rune, who puts his hands on the heart.
"If I didn't play on the opposite team, I would definitely invest."
Lana smiles and lays her head on Karol's shoulder, who retorts in a barely disguised tone.
"Don't let Hugo hear that."
"I'm sure he would agree with me."
Rune leads the two of them to the table reserved for them.
"Dinner tonight is the responsibility of a five-star French chef. Bon appetit."
The two of them are alone and Lana picks up the drinks menu — her eyes wandering over all the options. Karol notices the same concentrated expression her wife has when she is composing plots or playing instruments.
"You're staring."
Karol smiles and rests her face on one hand and caresses Lana's hand with the other.
"I'm just thinking how lucky I was to find you here that night."
"Wine?"
Karol waves and minutes later a waiter pours the liquid into both glasses. He nods and walks away.
"If I hadn't insisted, you would never have paid attention to me."
"If by insisting you mean bringing a whole band to play for me, you're right. I never would have."
Karol pouts.
"But I only sang for you."
Lana takes a sip from her glass.
"That didn't stop the others from looking at you."
Karol watches Lana move her hand away.
"If I knew what was waiting for me, I would have shortened my presentation."
Lana waves her hand and the waiter refills her glass.
"And may I know what awaits me today?"
Karol looks at Lana's red lips.
"If you want, we can skip dinner."
The two smile and Lana opens the menu.
A mere whim.
They already know what they're going to order.
"Two chef's specials, please."
The two finish dinner and Lana takes a last sip from her glass.
"Do you think if we sneak out someone will notice?!"
"Get another bottle of wine."
Lana gets up from the table and walks straight out. Karol swipes her card as quickly as she can and leaves the restaurant with the bottle in her hands. She receives the keys from an employee and gets into her car with her wife already in the passenger seat.
She throws the bottle in the backseat at the same time that Lana's mouth slides over hers. Her wife's hands caress her face while hers sinks into her waist, wanting to press their bodies together but being prevented by the gearshift.
Karol snorts against Lana's lips, which she finds funny.
Even after so many years.
"Better go before we offer another show without charging a ticket."
Karol leaves a kiss on Lana's cheek and puts the car in first gear, accelerating.
*-*
Karol opens the door with one hand while the other is attached to Lana's waist, who holds her shoulders, without taking their lips off each other.
They stumble inside, making Lana part her lips and look at her.
"It's been a while since we did this."
Taking advantage of their height difference, Karol lifts Lana who wraps her legs around her waist. Karol walks to the bedroom while receiving kisses all over her face, neck and shoulders.
The two arrive in the bedroom and Karol lays her wife on the bed. She tries to move away but Lana hugs her with her arms and legs.
"Stay."
The two look at each other.
"I want to."
Karol grabs the side of her dress tightly and Lana smiles.
"Let me just…"
Lana's hands slide to the front of the satin shirt the other wears. Without needing much strength, she pulls on both sides of the fabric, making the buttons break.
"You have a lot of these."
She takes off what's left of the shirt while Lana gets up and turns her back, tossing her hair to the side, revealing the zipper of her dress.
"Take it off."
Ignoring the request, Karol's hand wraps around Lana's neck, while she presses her body against hers from behind and her other hand begins to lift the hem of the red fabric to the other's waist.
She brings her mouth close to her wife's ear, who gasps when she feels her fingers on her pulse point.
"Quiet."
With the path already memorized, Karol's agile fingers dribble the tiny panties and begin to make circular movements on the other's clit, who bites her lower lip, squeezing her eyes tightly. Karol feels Lana's effort not to moan and, to reward her, applies more pressure on the spot. Taking advantage of all the lubrication in the area, she stops stimulating the other's nerves and penetrates slowly.
Karol leaves a kiss on her wife's sweaty temple, feeling the salty taste.
Lana exhales through her mouth and falls on all fours, taking Karol with her, who puts another finger in, making the other's walls contract around her, and she lets out a moan.
Her fingers curl and Karol hits Lana's spongy spot, who muffles her moans in the pillow.
Karol removes her fingers from inside Lana who lifts her face.
"What..."
"Turn and lie on your back."
Even with the urge to swear, Lana obeys, getting rid of her panties in the process.
Karol climbs up her body to leave a kiss on her lips and look into her dark eyes.
"You can scream if you want."
She goes back down to the middle of Lana's legs and without thinking twice, leaves a kiss on the other's clit, licking from bottom to top and sucking her pulsating point. The other grabs Karol's hair with one hand and the other goes to her own breast, covered by the dress.
She could curse Karol for not taking off her dress but when she feels the warm tongue invading her, she forgets what she was thinking.
Karol feels Lana's walls tightening and that is the signal she needs. She replaces her tongue with two fingers while her mouth goes back to sucking on the nerve point. Lana shivers.
"Ahhh… I'm going to…"
Karol feels her fingers being smeared, and she replaces them with her mouth again.
She cleans it with her own mouth and Lana relieves the pressure on her hair. She continues to run her tongue up and down, making Lana spasm with pleasure.
Karol climbs up her body and kisses her, forcing her to feel her own taste.
Lana tries to push her away by the shoulders but doesn't have enough strength and Karol falls on top of her body, burying her face in her neck.
"It's your turn."
Karol sighs and shakes her head.
"Karol..."
Lana heads away enough to see the bewitched smile of his wife, for whom he fell in love in college.
"I've already gone."
Lana looks at her in disbelief that, even after so much time together, Karol can manage this feat without needing her touch.
"Next time, let's at least take off our clothes."
Karol agrees with eyes almost closed.
Lana lets her lay her head on her shoulder, kissing her shoulder.
"Sleep."
She feels Karol's breathing become more steady. And without realizing it, she also falls asleep.