'Pat, you're genuinely terrible.'
Her best friend's words still rang through her head like a hammer driving home every ugly thing she'd done. Kunlapat was thoroughly drunk. She'd just been slapped across the face by Anda, her closest friend, and had to stand there and take every word of her disappointment head-on. The sting of that palm still lingered in a numb throb across her cheek, but it was nothing compared to the pain of seeing the look on Anda's face, the sheer depth of the betrayal in her eyes, after Kunlapat had offered herself up as a side piece while Anda was still in a relationship with Lalin. She had nudged Anda, indirectly and callously, to go break up with Lalin and come back to her instead.
Kunlapat knew there was no excuse for what she'd done. It was rotten to the core, despicable in a way that was hard to even look at squarely. And the worst part was that she'd done it all just to use Anda's feelings for her as a chess piece, to pull Anda away, and to make Lalin hurt just as badly as she had.
The guilt ate at her until she couldn't stand it anymore. She went out and drank herself into the ground, letting the alcohol drown out the noise inside her head. But when the haze finally settled in just right, the first face that surfaced wasn't Anda's. It was Lalin's. The only woman who had ever been her first love, her only love... the one weakness Kunlapat had never been able to beat.
She forced her eyes open, scraped together what little was left of her senses, and called a car to take her to Lalin's condo. Her hands shook as she pressed call after call on her phone, pestering Lalin to come down and collect her in the worst state she'd been in in years. All she wanted was some sliver of attention from the person who had once left her behind.
***
Kunlapat had a slim build, but when she was barely conscious, the dead weight of her was something else entirely. Lalin struggled to half-drag, half-carry her up to the room.
She got Kunlapat settled on the sofa. The sharp smell of alcohol clashed with the familiar warmth of Kunlapat's perfume, the combination almost dizzying. Kunlapat just sat there, staring blankly at nothing, in a way that made Lalin's chest ache.
"Why did you drink this much?" Lalin asked softly. She reached up and gently brushed the hair from Kunlapat's face, her touch careful, tender, full of a feeling she still hadn't managed to cut loose.
"Nong Lalin..." The voice that spoke her name was hoarse and raw with something broken. Those sharp eyes, usually so guarded, were glassy now, looking up at her with something close to accusation. "Why did you do this to me? Am I not good enough for you? Why did you have to leave?" The words cracked at the edges, fragile in a way that hurt to hear.
The question hit somewhere deep enough that Lalin couldn't find a single word to say.
"I'm sorry, P'Pat." She said it quietly, just that, while the tears welled up and threatened to spill.
The silence that settled around them was thick and suffocating. Only the soft sound of their breathing filled the room. Eventually Lalin forced herself to speak, to break through the weight of it.
"I'll let you rest here for a bit. Once you're feeling better, I'll drive you back to your place, okay?"
But the woman who had seemed barely lucid a moment ago suddenly moved. From somewhere she found the strength to shove Lalin down against the sofa, pinning her flat against the cushions before climbing over her. She used every inch of her height to block off every way out, and the glazed quality that had been in her eyes was gone now, replaced by something bright and burning.
Lalin's heart slammed against her ribs as everything around her went completely still. Then Kunlapat leaned down and pressed her lips to Lalin's with something possessive and utterly self-indulgent.
The touch was familiar and foreign all at once, carrying the faint ghost of alcohol underneath the scent Lalin had memorized so completely it had sunk into her bones. She tried to push back, brought her hands up to push against her, but Kunlapat pressed deeper, harder, in a kiss that was both seductive and deliberately cornering. The touch she had once been completely taken with began pulling her resistance apart, slowly, piece by piece.
The pull of something known and something she couldn't refuse stirred a desire that had been sleeping for a long time. Kunlapat had always been like this, relentless in these moments. Her long fingers slid up to cup the back of Lalin's head, locking her in place so she couldn't turn away, before she adjusted the angle and made the kiss deeper, hotter than before.
Kunlapat's other hand traced down the smooth line of Lalin's back, and Lalin felt her body beginning to give way, melting into the touch against every intention she'd had.
"P'Pat... mmh..."
Lalin made a sound in her throat that was supposed to be protest. But her lips had already parted, already responding, surrendering to the kiss on their own.
Kunlapat felt the contradiction in her. It didn't take long before Lalin's school uniform buttons were being worked open, one by one, with practiced ease, until the fabric fell apart and revealed skin that was warming to a flush with arousal.
"God, I've missed you..."
Kunlapat breathed it against Lalin's lips, the words soaked through with a want she'd been carrying for a long time. Her lips pulled away slowly and began trailing kisses down the length of her throat.
Lalin felt the heat of every kiss lighting up things she'd been trying to bury. Kunlapat's lips traveled to her ear, the tip of her tongue tracing along the shell of it with infuriating gentleness before she bit down lightly. The sound Lalin made was involuntary. That touch was like a key finding every lock inside her, opening them one after another. Even as something in her mind tried to push back, the want she'd kept locked away and out of sight came flooding up to the surface.
Lalin stopped fighting it. She let herself go under. The heat of Kunlapat's mouth and tongue moved across her skin and left sensation trailing everywhere it went. Her arms came up and wrapped around Kunlapat's neck, pulling her closer, and in that moment she understood with complete clarity that every touch from Kunlapat was something she'd never stopped needing, something she'd never stopped missing. Even if she would never have admitted it out loud.
Kunlapat felt Lalin yielding, felt her surrender. A faint smile filled with love and desire appeared on her sharp-featured face as her hand slowly slid lower, unfastening the black lace bra that stood in her way and baring the beautiful breasts she had once possessed.
Kunlapat's gaze was heavy with infatuation as she looked at them. Then her burning lips moved lower, claiming the soft swell that rose so temptingly before her eyes. Her hot tongue flicked and teased the rosy peak, alternating with possessive sucking, while her other hand kneaded the fullness of Lalin's breast with practiced rhythm. The familiar pressure of her hand, the touch carved so deeply into memory, made Lalin gasp. Her slender body arched into the pleasure before she could stop herself.
"Ah... P'Pat..."
Her sweet voice came out in a breathless moan. Lalin's delicate hand slid into the hair of the woman above her, gripping it as if to release the tremor running through her body. The more Lalin responded, the more fiercely Kunlapat tormented her. She drank in the sweetness of Lalin's body like someone starved, like someone who had longed for this for far too long. The heat that had been ignited left Lalin's skin damp with sweat, and the most sensitive part of her body began to grow wet with desire, soaking through until it betrayed just how ready she was to receive the other woman's longing.
When Kunlapat saw the woman beneath her trembling and gasping as if she could hardly breathe, she kissed her way away from those beautiful breasts and slowly lowered her face, trailing past Lalin's flat stomach before parting her smooth thighs. Lalin flinched slightly in embarrassment when she was gazed at in such an intimate place, but Kunlapat only met her eyes with a pleading look before lowering her head to give her the deepest touch of all.
"Ah! P'Pat... there... mmm..."
Lalin cried out, her voice breaking, the moment Kunlapat's wet heat and burning tongue touched the center of her sensitivity. Kunlapat pleasured her former lover with practiced skill. She knew exactly where to touch to drive Lalin almost out of her mind, her slender tongue flicking rapidly before her lips closed around her with scorching intensity.
The taste she had been denied for far too long returned in the most burning way possible. Lalin writhed, her body tightening and trembling, both hands clawing at the bedsheet until the fabric twisted in her grip. Then every sensation surged at once, carrying her to the edge of bliss. Lalin convulsed, releasing herself as Kunlapat eagerly tasted and swallowed her, her moans breaking apart between ragged breaths.
But Kunlapat had no intention of letting the night end so easily.
While Lalin was still panting weakly from the pleasure that had just overtaken her, Kunlapat moved back up and pressed their bodies together. Her lips captured Lalin's in a deep, consuming kiss, sharing breath with her at the same time her long fingers slowly slid into the intimate heat that was still clenching around her.
"Ah... P'Pat... I just..." Lalin protested in a trembling voice as she was invaded once again.
"I missed you... I missed you so much I thought I'd go insane."
Kunlapat whispered against her lips before she began moving her fingers in and out with steady rhythm. The sensation of those slender fingers sliding inside her and striking that aching spot again and again left Lalin unable to resist. Her body remembered every rhythm of Kunlapat's touch far too well. The longing she had buried for so long exploded inside her once more, and Lalin kept moaning Kunlapat's name without pause.
"Ah... ahh! P'Pat... I... I can't anymore..."
Her sweet voice came out in a dazed, breathless moan. Her small head tossed back and forth against the pillow until her hair spilled messily around her. Both slender arms wrapped tightly around Kunlapat's neck as her nails dug into the smooth slope of her shoulders, trying to release the pleasure swelling inside her until it felt like she might burst.
"I'm going to... mmm! P'Pat..."
Kunlapat pressed a loving kiss to the tears at the corner of Lalin's eye before moving her fingers faster and harder in that final, relentless rhythm. Lalin's slender body jerked sharply, her toes curling tight, before she was carried into pleasure once again.
That night, the heat of their bodies burned feverishly.
Kunlapat refused to let a single moment go to waste. She poured all her longing into pleasuring Lalin and taking in the sweetness of her body again and again, until Lalin was drained of strength, almost melting against her chest. The memories of a love once buried and hidden deep within them came into sharp focus again as they held each other in their arms.