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Carla Connor's side job was her personal business until Lisa Swain discovered it while searching for a woman to ease her aching body.
Their lives change from this point.
Black & White turns into colour in the most unexpected way.Or
They realise they can’t keep their hands off each other.
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Carla and Lisa carve out some much-needed time for themselves
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The door closed behind them with a soft click as they toed their shoes off, the warmth of the house soothing their cold cheeks. Lisa moved to pull the horns off her head, ready to make a brew and head to bed, put a weirdly emotional, but eventually lovely day behind her, but Carla had other ideas.
‘Ah ah missus,’ she said, her tone gravely, instantly sending heat between Lisa’s thighs, ‘leave them on, I have plans that involve you, those horns, and nothing else.’
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(Or: post Hen-Do, emotional discussions while walking home, and Door Sex at Number 6)
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“You know, there’s a word for women like you.”
Lisa quirks an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” Carla nods. “MILF.”
Lisa laughs then; a real filthy laugh that makes Carla feel totally weightless. The blonde casually slings her arm over the back of Carla’s chair, her face only inches away from the brunette’s as she leans in and says-
“There’s a word for women like you too.”
Carla blinks, her throat bobbing as she swallows. “Uh-huh?”
“Mmm,” Lisa hums. “Trouble.”
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The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.
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Another Swarla affair fic in which they are both morally questionable but they’re soulmates so it’s probably okay