A Perfect Fit

Call it sparks, call it fate, call it whatever. They just clicked right away. Slid into each other like they'd practiced it their whole lives. Fit together like they skipped the awkward part and went straight to cocky perfection. Between all that playful magic the one thing that flat-out ruled? The sex. Every single damn day if they could swing it. Corners of kitchens, quickies in parked cars, long slow fucks on lazy Sunday afternoons like they were out to fuck their way into legend status.