Javiera gulps and misses Flavia’s lips as soon as they leave her skin but she forgets about it right when she falls in the stone blue of her eyes, scarcely visible, like a luminous ring eclipsed by the deep, large pupil. Tapered fingers tease the inspector’s shivering, hot skin, travel along the valley between her breasts up to where her collar bones reach her sternum, where the blood pressure makes her skin throb like it was the tensed surface of a drum, beaten to sound out the rhythm of an ancestral dance. The neckerchief is still there, because Flavia likes it, loves the contrast with her girlfriend’s amber skin, loves how it matches the pure green of her eyes.

Tapered fingers weasel their way around the soft fabric and gently pool. Javiera feels like fainting, like drowning in the sweetest syrup the world has ever known and her lungs fail her, and her mind gets lost in the enchanting smile now blossoming on velvet red lips. Javiera exhales a long breath and follows it’s path towards the heavens above, towards Flavia Betancourt.

She, She catches that breath and eases it down on the other woman’s lips again, pushes it deeper inside her mouth with the tip of her tongue and Javiera gets back to life. She moans in the kiss, sitting up not to part from what’s keeping her alive as She slowly pulls back. Flavia’s hands rest on the inspector’s shoulders and push her down, soft but resolved and that grin shows up again. Flavia is delicate, even timid at first, but in their intimacy she knows what she wants and knows how to get it. When it’s just the two of them she’s hungry, even eager, but she can wait, and this is the most thrilling part, she knows how to charge the atmosphere up before letting it explode and smash the walls, the windows, the air.

“Mirame” she asks, sweet but firm, with a tone that leaves no chance, that can make Javiera do whatever it takes to fulfil its needs. So she does, she looks and she wishes to be able to do it forever. Flavia looks down at her, composed and regal, her naked body painted in the dense air of their bedroom, glowing in the lamplight like it was made of gold powder. A curly lock falls from her shoulder and she brushes it back, and she never stops smiling.

“Eres tan hermosa” She lets out, like thinking out loud, adoration guiding her gaze all over the figure of the woman laying down before her eyes, as her hand outlines the soft curve of her thigh.

“Me encanta mirarte” she says and those fingers move towards her pubis.

“Me encanta sentirte” she says and the sweetest pressure finally reaches the inspector’s sex. She closes her eyes at the contact and focuses on the painfully slow circles savouring, more than stimulating.

Flavia bends forward to press a soft kiss on her woman’s lips but their shape is too enchanting, their texture too beguiling not to linger a little longer. The tip of her tongue maps their tender volume with little touches and Javiera loses the last pinch on sanity left in her mind. With a perfectly fluid movement Flavia brings both of her knees next to the other woman’s right hip and both of her hands go grabbing the hem of her thong. She peels it off, tosses it somewhere on the bed and Javiera’s legs fall open. The first touch with her wet labias makes Flavia’s eyes go wide, the absence of friction and the slicky sounds her movements are eliciting take her out of her mind.

“¿Es esto todo por mi?” she lets out roughly and almost breathlessly.

“Sì Flavia, tomas todo lo que quieres” Javiera almost cries and both can’t wait anymore.

Flavia licks her fingers clean and the taste of her lover pushes her past the border. She presses her fingers against the inspector’s clit once more and finally, finally makes them sink inside of her.

For a second Javiaera feels like this is enough to make her climax and she’s quite surprised by herself when she doesn’t. Flavia’s long fingers feel amazing but she wants more of her. The inspector pulls her down to devour her, to be devoured by excited kisses and for a while it feels like they share the same brain. Some equal enthusiasm guides their bodies and their pants, Flavia’s fingers and Javiera’s hips. Nothing drives Flavia wilder than seeing pleasure taking over her woman like this, nothing makes her more hungry than her smell, more thirsty than the simple thought of her taste. She moves aside to outline Javiera’s jaw and suck her lobe, to lay wet kisses down her pulse point, to bite and scratch the tensed, hot skin of her chest and concede herself a longer stop on her breasts. Her free hand so bites into the soft flesh and there is no restrain in the voracity guiding her mouth around the inspector's hardened nipple.

Javiera holds tight onto the sheet and Flavia’s soft locks as her head moves down. Javiera’s body is nothing short of enchanting and Flavia knows that she can never be seated but this can’t hold her from trying, over and over. She makes her lips brush everything she can reach, she makes her tongue kiss the path her desire is defining, past each of her lover’s ribs, down her toned but soft stomach, until she reaches for her pubis. She sighs and something wild glows in her eyes as she surrenders to her softest spot. She quaffs her lover like she’s been kept in the desert for years and this is her first glass of water, she sucks and licks as if this was the last time she can do it and she doesn’t want to leave anything behind, as if her life depends how much she can let into each second, how many details she can collect and remember.

Javiera’s groans and whines increase and grow more desperate with each second, it feels like all of her body is confined to the space between Flavia’s hand and her tongue and the pressure is about to make it explode.

“Sì, Flavia…mi amor, estoy…” she manages to babble before she’s left with no air to speak. The tension gathered releases from each of her muscles at once and the inspector lets it go with a raspy, long gasp. Her fingers have no strength and let go of both the pillow and the other woman’s hair as her back collapses on the mattress, exhausted.

Up on her knees again, Flavia is looking at the splendour before her eyes, at her woman’s flushed face, her eyes closed, her lips parted both to let air in and because her muscles can’t figure out how to keep them closed yet.

Javiera smiles, and she’s beautiful when she smiles, the whole world turns beautiful with her when she does. Flavia knows that even her own smile is nothing but a reflection of it, and she’s sure because it had never been there before Javiera tiptoed in her life, before she opened the curtains and let the sunlight in. Javiera is not aware, perhaps she never will, too humble to see that her only presence in it is able to make the world a better place.

Javiera covers her face with her hands, rubs her lids with the tip of her fingers and softly laughs.

“¿Te das cuenta de lo hermosa que ves?” Flavia whispers as her gaze kneels at the sight of her green eyes.

“Vienes acà” The inspector chortles and Flavia bends forward. Javiera’s face is just a breath away, so close that she can feel its warmth kissing her own almost aching cheeks, so close that she can’t help moving a little more to catch her lips.

Again Flavia feels her woman’s arms holding her waist, again she dives her fingers in the scent of her curls and holds on to it.

“The amo” Javiera vows and Flavia covers her face with pecks.

"Te amo" Flavia whispers without pulling back, like it was a secret between them, between her lips and Javier's ear, between their flesh, their skin, their hearts.

In the darkness come to embrace their bed they don't need anything else but each other and this secret comes to cover them like a blanket, fresh and pure and cradles them to sleep.