UNSCRIPTED LOVE

Jenna's mouth was hot and demanding against Aubrey’s, her body pressed flush against her, grinding down in a slow, torturous rhythm that made Aubrey curse under her breath.

Jenna pulled back just enough to yank her t-shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere across the room without a second thought.

Aubrey’s breath caught.

Jenna Ortega — the picture of control, the tightly wound rising star — was stripping in her hotel room like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Aubrey reached up, tracing the line of her ribs with reverent fingers, feeling Jenna shudder under her touch.

"God," Aubrey murmured, almost to herself. "You're unreal."

Jenna smirked — but there was a flush on her cheeks that betrayed her.

"Less talking," she said roughly. "More touching."

Aubrey was very happy to comply.

She flipped them easily, pushing Jenna down into the mattress, straddling her thighs. Her hands skimmed up Jenna’s sides, palms flattening against bare skin, feeling every sharp breath, every tiny tremor.

Jenna’s hands found the hem of Aubrey’s shirt, tugging it upward impatiently.

"Off," Jenna demanded, voice roughened by want.

Aubrey laughed — a low, wicked sound — and leaned down so close their noses brushed.

"Bossy."

"You like it," Jenna shot back, fingers already slipping under the fabric, nails grazing lightly over Aubrey’s stomach.

Aubrey shivered.

Yeah. She definitely liked it.

She stripped the shirt off in one smooth motion, baring herself completely, daring Jenna to look.

Jenna did.

God, she did.

Her hands were almost reverent when they reached up, skimming over Aubrey’s sides, her back, her hips — like she needed to memorize her by touch alone.

Aubrey dipped her head, capturing Jenna’s mouth again, slower this time — a deep, consuming kiss that made Jenna arch up into her.

It wasn’t frantic anymore.

It was deliberate.

Hot.

Messy.

Perfect.

Hands roamed freely now — mouths marking trails across exposed skin, leaving bruised kisses and breathless gasps in their wake.

Aubrey kissed down Jenna’s neck, pausing to suck gently at the hollow of her throat, feeling Jenna’s pulse racing wildly under her lips.

Jenna tangled her fingers in Aubrey’s hair, tugging lightly, guiding her lower — a silent plea.

Aubrey smiled against her skin.

"Impatient," she teased.

Jenna gasped out a laugh that melted into a moan as Aubrey’s mouth found her chest, biting down just enough to leave a mark.

Jenna whimpered — soft, desperate — and Aubrey lost the last shred of her restraint.

Clothes disappeared, tossed carelessly across the room.

Skin on skin, nothing between them now except heat and hunger and the terrifying sweetness of wanting someone too much.

Aubrey kissed a line down Jenna’s stomach, slow and teasing, until Jenna was writhing under her, fists clenching in the sheets, whispering broken pleas.

Aubrey obeyed them all — giving, taking, tasting, worshipping — until Jenna shattered apart with a cry, arching off the bed, clutching at Aubrey like she was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Aubrey held her through it, whispering nonsense against her skin, riding the wave of it until Jenna finally collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and trembling.

For a moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city outside.

Aubrey crawled up beside her, brushing damp hair back from Jenna’s flushed face, watching her with something dangerously close to tenderness.

Jenna opened her eyes slowly, dazed and wrecked and beautiful.

"You’re trouble," she whispered hoarsely, echoing Aubrey’s words from earlier.

Aubrey laughed, breathless and giddy.

"I warned you," she murmured, pressing a kiss to Jenna’s temple.

Jenna hummed in contentment, curling into her side without hesitation.

They lay there tangled together, sweaty and grinning like idiots, the enormity of what they’d just done settling quietly around them.

No regrets.

No doubts.

Only heat.

Only this.

And for the first time in a long time, Aubrey thought — maybe burning wasn’t such a bad way to live after all.