Mira tiptoed quietly around Jerry's massive room, her silk robe swaying against her bare thighs. Jerry had finally fallen asleep after taking her pain meds, sprawled across the bed like a shirtless, injured lion—grumbling even in sleep.
Curious—and a little mischievous—Mira opened a nearby drawer, hoping to find one of Jerry's old photos or maybe a childhood diary.
Instead, she found letters.
Lots of them.
Her brows furrowed as she pulled out the pile, each one marked with kiss stamps, red lipstick, hearts, and sexy scrawls. Some had risqué notes like:
"Still thinking of last night… come ruin me again."
"Your hands know how to undo me."
"You said I'm your favorite meal. Hungry, baby?"
Mira's jaw tightened.
But then—she froze.
Tucked at the bottom was one letter. A naked polaroid of a girl pressed against the paper, with lipstick kiss marks and dozens of hearts scribbled around Jerry's name.
Her eyes narrowed. Her blood boiled.
Who the hell—
Behind her, Jerry stirred.
"Mira…?" came a soft, groggy voice.
Mira didn't answer. She calmly placed the photo back down and locked the door.
Jerry rubbed her eyes and sat up slowly, blinking. "What's going on?"
Mira turned, slipping off her robe.
It fell in a slow whisper to the floor.
She stood there, gloriously bare, her eyes blazing with a fire Jerry hadn't seen before.
Jerry swallowed. "Mira…"
"Wanna eat?" Mira asked, voice low, seductive. "Because I want you to eat me."
Jerry's eyes darkened like a storm cloud rolling over.
"What?" she whispered.
"You heard me," Mira said, walking to the edge of the bed. She climbed onto Jerry's lap, straddling her with slow, deliberate movements. "You've had tasteless girls licking your lips through letters. Now taste your wife."
Jerry's jaw flexed. "Mira, I don't even know—"
Mira cut her off by grabbing Jerry's jaw gently, forcing her to look into her eyes.
"I don't care who sent those letters. I care that you're mine now. So prove it."
Jerry's pupils dilated.
She licked her lips and smirked darkly.
"Then sit on my mouth, princess."
Mira's breath hitched.
Jerry shifted down slowly, laying back despite her sore body. She placed her hands on Mira's thighs and pulled her closer.
"Crawl over me," Jerry said. "Be my dessert."
Mira crawled forward, flushed and breathless, positioning herself carefully, until Jerry's hands gripped her and brought her down gently.
She gasped.
Jerry groaned, eyes fluttering shut as she devoured her wife—slow, skillful, worshipful.
Mira's hands braced against the headboard, her body trembling from a mix of pleasure and anger still bubbling inside.
The image of that letter haunted her.
"Mine…" she whispered, grinding gently against Jerry's tongue. "You're mine."
Jerry's deep growl in response only pushed Mira further into bliss.
By the time Mira collapsed forward, panting and trembling, she lay across Jerry's body, sticky with sweat and flushed with heat.
Jerry's fingers lazily traced Mira's back.
"I don't want your past," Mira whispered breathlessly. "But if anyone thinks they still own your body, I'll burn their memory out of it."
Jerry kissed her temple.
"You already have," she said. "I don't even remember their names. Just yours."
Mira smiled against her skin. "Good."
Then she bit Jerry's shoulder gently.
"I might write you a letter too," she teased.
Jerry raised a brow.
"With lipstick kisses?" she smirked.
Mira leaned in, licking Jerry's lips. "No. With real ones."
Jerry sat on the hospital bed, now completely healed but still pretending to be in a little pain. The doctor checked her one last time, nodding.
"You're recovering quickly," he said.
Jerry smirked, leaning closer with a wink. "But don't tell Mira yet, okay? I kind of like how she spoils me."
The doctor chuckled.
What Jerry didn't know… was that Mira was standing right outside the door, arms folded, eyebrows lifted, lips curled into a wicked grin.
"Ohhh… so she's playing helpless just to get pampered, huh?"
She tiptoed back down the hall, trying not to laugh too loud.
Later that day…
Jerry sat on the couch, fake winces and groans sprinkled into every move. Mira, walking by with a glass of juice, raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"You know," Mira said sweetly, "I've been thinking…"
Jerry looked up innocently. "Yeah?"
"You're really brave, babe… dealing with so much pain and still looking hot."
Jerry blinked, sensing something suspicious.
Mira leaned down, brushing her lips near Jerry's ear.
"But you're a very bad actor, baby."
Jerry froze.
"…What?"
"You told the doctor not to tell me you were fine."
Jerry's eyes widened, guilty as hell.
Mira straightened up with a teasing smirk. "Oops. Guess my nurse duties are done, then."
She turned to walk off.
But before she could even take three steps—
Jerry growled and stood up fast. "Oh no you don't."
She swooped Mira into her arms, bridal-style.
"Jerry!" Mira laughed. "You're walking fine!"
"Yup," Jerry grinned, carrying her through the hallway. "Caught red-handed. Now I need to punish you for teasing me."
"You're the one who lied!" Mira giggled, squirming in her arms.
"Shhh," Jerry kissed her forehead. "Don't argue with the patient."
By the time they reached their room, Jerry tossed Mira onto the bed gently, crawling over her like a hungry lion.
Mira's silk robe slipped open as she stretched like a goddess, revealing smooth, glowing skin.
"Ohh…" Jerry's eyes darkened. "So you're naked under this, huh?"
Mira smirked. "I was planning to let you heal fully before dessert."
Jerry licked her lips, slowly pushing the robe open wider, revealing her wife completely.
"You should know…" she whispered, voice deep, "I don't need to be fully healed to eat."
Mira raised a brow playfully, spreading her legs with a smug little arch.
"Then come, baby," she purred, "Let me feed you."
Jerry groaned in hunger, crashing her lips onto Mira's with a growl.
"Don't tease me again," she warned.
"But teasing you is so fun…" Mira whispered, breathless.
Jerry kissed down her neck, "Then I'll just have to make sure you're too busy moaning to speak."
Mira's laugh turned into a gasp.
Mira lay breathless under Jerry, their skin warm and damp, breaths tangled like their souls. Jerry leaned down and kissed her swollen lips gently, wrapping her arms around her like Mira was something fragile and sacred. Mira's fingers trailed over Jerry's bare back, nails lightly scratching—unable to stop touching her.
Then Mira slipped her hand under the pillow and pulled out a small velvet box.
"For you," she whispered, eyes soft.
Jerry sat up slowly, surprised. "For me?" Her grin widened in excitement—but something about the box made her hesitate. "Wait… this isn't—"
Mira's eyes darkened with fire.
"It's the right box," she said firmly. "Use it. Make me yours."
Jerry's heart dropped to her stomach, her hands trembling slightly. "Mira… you mean…?"
Mira leaned forward, cupping Jerry's neck, her voice low and desperate.
"F**k me, Jerry," she whispered. "Take all of me. I'm sure."
Jerry blinked, her chest tightening with emotion and want. "Are you really sure? This is your—"
Mira cut her off with a kiss, hot and deep. "Don't talk. Just do it."
Jerry's hands moved with reverence, unwrapping the straps, her lips planting slow kisses down Mira's chest. Mira lay bare, arching, her legs slowly parting under Jerry's touch. The heat between them was electric—like a storm building.
Jerry positioned herself, her forehead resting gently on Mira's as her hand guided the tip to Mira's trembling entrance.
Mira moaned loudly at the first contact, her whole body jolting.
"It's okay," Jerry whispered, pausing. "Just a little more…"
Mira clutched her arms, nodding through the burn, breath sharp. "Do it. I want it. I want you."
Jerry's hips pushed forward slowly, deeply. Mira's back arched as she gasped, pain and pleasure mixing, eyes fluttering closed.
"F**k…" Jerry groaned. "You're… so tight."
Their rhythm was slow at first. Gentle. Jerry's fingers tangled in Mira's hair, her lips tracing Mira's collarbone, her free hand entwined with Mira's.
Then Mira whimpered something, and Jerry lost control.
She pinned Mira's wrists over her head, moved harder—faster—until the only sounds in the room were skin slapping, gasps, and Jerry's low, hungry growls.
"You look so sexy like this, baby," Jerry whispered, breath hot on her ear. "So wet for me."
"Jerry… ah—Jerry!" Mira cried out, legs trembling around her waist.
Then it hit her—Mira came hard, loud, shaking.
Jerry slowly pulled out, removed the strap, and dropped down beside her, gathering her into her arms.
They lay tangled together, both panting. Mira's fingers brushed between her thighs and caught sight of the faint stain of blood.
She stared at it for a second… until a tear rolled down her cheek.
Jerry noticed immediately and cupped her face. "Hey… why are you crying?"
"You… really made me yours," Mira whispered. "It feels like a dream."
Jerry kissed her gently, then smirked.
"You're mine now, Mira Langford."
Mira wiped her tear and playfully narrowed her eyes. "You took my virginity… now take responsibility."
Jerry laughed, pulling her closer. "Baby, I already bought the ring."