The rain tapped faintly against the wide glass window, but inside Isabella's room, it was warm, dim, and heavy with silence. Not the awkward kind, this silence carried weight, every unspoken word between them, every stolen glance, every touch that almost happened but didn't… until tonight.
They were both nineteen, still figuring out who they were, yet somehow knowing this moment was inevitable.
Ava sat at the edge of the bed, her hair falling in soft waves, her hands clenched in her lap. She was nervous—Isabella could see it. But beneath that nervousness was something rawer, a hunger she tried so hard to hide.
Isabella stepped closer, her fingers brushing along Ava's jaw, lifting her face gently. Their eyes met, and in that moment, Ava's walls crumbled.
"Bella…" Ava's voice trembled, fragile but laced with need.
"Shhh," Bella whispered, pressing her lips to Ava's forehead, then her cheek, then finally, finally capturing her lips. The kiss started soft, almost careful, but desire broke through quickly. Ava responded, hesitant at first, then desperate, her hands clutching Bella's shirt as if she'd fall apart without her.
The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, breaths stolen. Bella's hands wandered, one sliding up the curve of Ava's waist, the other gripping the back of her neck to keep her close. Ava gasped against her lips when Bella pressed her down into the sheets.
"You taste like wine," Bella murmured between kisses.
"And you…" Ava's voice caught when Bella's lips grazed her throat. "You taste like trouble."
Bella chuckled softly, her breath warm against Ava's skin. "The kind you like."
Ava shivered, her legs tightening around Bella's hips before she even realized she was doing it. The sound of her own soft moan embarrassed her, but Bella didn't let her pull away. She kissed her harder, devouring her lips, her neck, the line of her collarbone.
"Isabella…" Ava whimpered, her voice breaking. "Please…"
Bella pulled back just enough to look at her, her eyes dark, her chest rising and falling fast. She let her hand drift lower, teasingly slow, tracing Ava's stomach, stopping just above where Ava needed her most.
"Tell me," Bella whispered, her lips brushing Ava's ear. "Do you want me to stop?"
Ava shook her head violently, her breath ragged. "No."
"Then tell me what you want."
"I… I don't know" Ava stammered, cheeks flushed deep red.
"Yes, you do." Bella kissed her again, biting her lower lip just enough to make her whimper. Then she pulled back, her voice low, husky. "Do you want one… or two?"
Ava's eyes widened, her breath hitching. The question alone sent fire rushing through her veins.
"Do you want two fingers, Ava?" Bella asked, slow, deliberate, meant to leave her trembling.
Ava turned her head away, ashamed at how badly her body wanted it. "Bella… this is my first time," she whispered, her voice breaking.
For a moment, Bella froze, then her lips curved into the faintest, tenderest smile. She caught Ava's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. "Good," she whispered softly. "That makes us both."
"Say it," Bella urged. "Say what you want."
Ava's lips parted, but then panic flickered across her face. She grabbed Bella's wrist, whispering harshly, "Bella, what if your dad walks in? You know how strict he is, and we are both women,what if he catches us?"
Bella smirked, leaning down so her hair brushed against Ava's cheek. "Relax. No one's coming in here. The door is locked." She kissed her again, slow and reassuring. "Not even my dad will see you like this. You're mine tonight."
Ava wanted to believe her, God, she wanted to—but fear and desire clashed inside her. "Promise me, Bella…" she whispered.
"I promise," Bella breathed, her lips grazing Ava's ear. "No one's ever going to see you but me."
But neither of them knew Bella's mother had been in her bathroom before they came into the room silent, unseen, the water still dripping from her shower.
Oblivious, Ava finally surrendered, hips arching against Bella's teasing hand. "Yes… two," she whispered, her voice breaking under the force of her need.
Bella's smirk was dangerous, but her eyes softened with something Ava hadn't seen in years,love.
"Good girl," Bella murmured.
And then her hand slipped past the last barrier, her fingers finally pressing where Ava ached most. Ava gasped, her back arching, nails clawing at the sheets. Bella kissed her again, swallowing every sound, every plea, as her rhythm deepened.
"The room filled with the soft, broken moans of a girl who had spent her childhood trying to figure out if Isabella was just her best friend, or something far more dangerous, far more irresistible, only to be undone in the arms of the only one who ever truly owned her heart."
For Ava, the world outside disappeared. There was no Adrain, no Claire, no expectations, not even her own mum Joyce , only Isabella. Only this. Only them.
And then—quiet footsteps echoed from Bella's bathroom.
The door creaked open.
Isabella's mother stepped out, her damp hair clinging to her face, her eyes widening in shock as they fell on the bed.