“I can’t wait,” Madeleine gasped.

Her hands dove between their bodies. It took a moment for Hæra to realize Madeleine was unzipping her own jeans.

Her vision whited out. As Madeleine fumbled with the zip, Hæra shoved her sweater and shirt up, revealing her bra; she pushed the bra up too, until Madeleine’s breasts bounced free.

Madeleine cried out as Hæra pushed her to the nearest wall. “Please, I⁠—”

Hæra shoved her jeans and panties down her thighs…and stopped there. “Hold up your shirt. Hurry!”

Madeleine obeyed her, gasping.

Hæra stepped back just enough to look her up and down. The sight made her moan. Madeleine held her shirt and bra up over her breasts, which were full and flushed. Her jeans and panties stopped mid-thigh, revealing her thatch of dark hair as she exposed herself to Hæra in the middle of the kitchen.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” Madeleine gasped, which were fine words for a woman who lifted her shirt even higher. “It’s shameless.”

“So are you,” Hæra said hoarsely. “Offering me the only parts I need.”

“Oh!” Madeleine turned her head away, even as her legs parted as far as they could before her jeans stopped her. “I-I’m not like that!” Her hips rolled forward, giving the lie. “Please, I can’t wait, do something to me!”

“Ah, never fear,” Hæra breathed. Her mouth was wet. So was something else. “I will.” She stepped forward, crouched, and feasted.

As Hæra sucked her breasts, Madeleine arched up into her mouth and cried out again. “Oh God, oh God! It’s so much!”

“Too much?” Hæra nipped the tip of one tight nipple. “I should stop?”

“No. No. More, please—” Madeleine shuddered. “H-harder⁠—”

Hæra gave it to her harder. She sucked one breast, and then the other, going back and forth while Madeleine writhed and begged for more, hips circling frantically, as if hunting again for pressure between her thighs.

“Enough,” she gasped. She grabbed the back of Hæra’s head, sliding her shaking fingertips into Hæra’s hair. “I need—below⁠—”

Hæra licked her nipple and growled, “Not in bed.”

“No. C-can’t wait. Can’t⁠—”

“Turn around.” Hæra seized her hips. “And brace yourself.”

“You’re going to…from behind?” Madeleine sounded shocked.

“From behind.” This had been in her reading too. They hadn’t tried it. She always looked in Madeleine’s eyes when they made love, and tonight should have been the perfect time for that—a tender seal on their pact⁠—

But Hæra would never be a tender creature, and she knew Madeleine didn’t want her to be.