ahahaha. (Not very well written?) Smut warning.

The night before.

What a night.

Her wedding is tomorrow. The house is more or less empty- save for Shrignold, who wanted to be in the bridal party, and Manny, who is still a kid and can't do stag dos yet.

As there is a December chill, and nobody is quite inclined to do a huge party, you all huddle outside. The fire roasts you; you all wear huge coats and fluffy blankets; and you talk about life.

And for a moment, it's all normal. Paige is discussing silly things she remembers from years gone by;  Shrignold is pushing his cult on everyone; Manny is discussing his latest hyperfixation (Minecraft) and you feel warm and loving and gentle.

Everyone went inside to get an early night. You and Paige lingered outside. She inches closer to you, placing one hand on yours. "I'm far too nervous to sleep, Y/N."

You nod. She comes ever closer. Her thigh is pressed against yours.

"I'd much rather stay out here with you. Even if it meant freezing to death."

"Paige..."

"If dying with you was the only way we could be together forever, then I'd do it in a heartbeat." She smiles. "I'm not drunk, Y/N. I've longed to say that to you since..."

Your mind wanders to that day you kisses. A shiver goes through your body.

Paige comes closer and kisses you- but there's something different. This is passionate; hungry; pleading. You feel completely susceptible to her every want; her every need. As you feel the heat of her body against yours rise, you wonder briefly if this is all wrong; or if you're about to wake up from a dream.

The two of you stand up. Surely you should go inside? If you're doing this, really, fucking your best friend, in December, the night before she gets married, surely you shouldn't do it in the chill of the garden?

The trampoline. It was a birthday present from Harry to Manny, but like most things, the adults use it more than him. You're about to use it for something else entirely.

It creaks under your combined weight, and you sink into that slightly uncomfortable material. You watch as Paige hovers over you for a moment. "Is this right, Y/N?" She whispers.

"No." You whisper back. "And I've never wanted something more."

She nods, and you feel her cold hands at your waist. Slowly, but surely, your body is exposed to the cold, winter air. Paige runs a gentle hand up and down your hips, as though she's soaking up any lasting warmth from your skin. You watch as the smaller woman slowly removes her own dress. You stare at her body.

Of course, Paige is stunning. But in this moment she seemed to take on some other form; some ethereal Greek goddess knelt before you; like the moon in all her beauty.

Paige's head dips down, her tongue introducing you to a new form of pleasure. The cold air on the rest of your body, and the warmth of her combined causes some kind of strange shiver throughout you. As her tongue explores deeper, a gentle moan escapes your lips. She taps your hip; an indirect instruction.

Your legs seem to spread by themselves; Paige's free hand goes to stroke your thigh in a soft motion. It sends tingles all up your back, and you bite your lip to prevent any further noise being made.

As you approach climax, you manage to whisper "I'm close." She simply continues; and before you know it, you finish in a way you never have quite experienced before. Paige raises up and gives a coy smile as you pant.

"You okay?" She asks quietly.

"Yeah." You reply, feeling your breath slowly return. She comes closer to you and cuddles up.

You run your hand up and down her hips. "Don't you want..." you start, but she stops you.

"Seeing you like this was enough. It's all I wanted before... tomorrow." She replies, quietly. She says nothing for a moment, before speaking again. "This is it, hm?"

You pause for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. I guess so. Heh." Neither of you say anything for a moment. "We'd best get inside, hm?"

She nods, collecting up her clothes and making herself decent again. "Yeah. Wouldn't want to catch a cold." She smiles sadly.

You redress in silence. As you're about to go inside, she calls.

"Y/N. Wait." She says. You turn and look back at her.

"What?"

"Let's run away."