Julia Duncan x Cecilia Laroux: Chapter 11

Julia pulled her wife closer. She feels continent and safe at the same time as their skin touched to each other. “Julia... stop it!”

Julia chuckled, then rubbed Cecilia’s stomach gently. “Will our baby become a dispenser or an ice cube like you?” Cecilia turned her body furrowed her brow.

“I’m not married to a plastic, right?” Julia laughed as she looked at her wife’s expression. Cecilia pulled her bathrobe, then snuggled closer to her.

“I mean... you’re cold, and I’m... not that cold. Let’s just say... I’m a room temperature water, and I can be hot too, if you need me to become a hot person.” Cecilia did not response to her words. Her expression remains calm and detached.

Her fingers trace her sleeves tattoo. “Does the commoners love to tattoo their body?” she asked without leaving her eyes.

Julia cupped her cheek, then put her lips on hers. They continue as the desire inside them ignites slowly. Julia turned off the lamp as she kept deepening their kiss.