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“Marie, would you-“
Marie turns around, half-hopeful, to see Schethea in her doorway again. The blush hasn’t faded from her cheeks, and Marie knows her own face matches. The gith woman fiddles with the hairpin she had given her.
“Yes?”
Schethea’s voice goes high and quiet.
“Would you like to um, come in?”
Marie feels several dozen emotions flash through her body at once as she weighs what she’s being asked. Her voice is almost hoarse when she responds.
“Yeah.”
The door closes behind her with a soft thud and there’s a moment in which Schethea simply gazes at her, hairpin still twirling between her fingers. She looks almost like she’s about to say something but then changes her mind, choosing instead to take a few steps into the room. She sets the pin down on her desk. Turns around. Marie is admiring the soft lilacs and blues of the blankets on her bed when Schethea approaches again, standing just a few inches taller than her.
“What do you-“
“Listen, I-“
“Sorry-“
“Sorry-“
Marie is about to open her mouth to apologize again when Schethea quickly, unexpectedly, moves in and presses her lips to hers. She makes a soft noise of surprise, shocked, unable to respond. Her lips are so soft and warm, she thinks, dumbly.
Almost as suddenly as it had happened, Schethea pulls back, cheeks a bright, flushed pink.
Stunned, Marie stares at her for a handful of seconds.
“S-sorry I um, I sh-“
Marie interrupts her by slipping a hand behind her neck and pulling her in again, kissing her urgently. Schethea lets out a muffled gasp but kisses her back, hands coming up to grasp at the front of her shirt.
Her lips part, and Marie tilts her head to kiss her deeper, letting herself get swept up in the taste of sweet white wine on Schethea’s lips, of the way the other woman’s hands shake just slightly when she pulls her closer, of the soft, surprised hum that she makes when Marie grabs her by the waist with something nearing desperation.
They break apart to breathe, watching each other. Marie can’t keep her eyes off of her, the dilation of her pupils, the pink of her now-flushed lips, the peek of cleavage visible from where her robes have come loose.
Marie slips out of her coat, casting it to the floor as she tugs Schethea into another kiss. She could get lost in this, she thinks. She’s so warm, soft to the touch yet lean underneath. She lets her hands wander across her back, craving more .
Emboldened, she dips down to mouth at Schethea’s jaw, her neck, her pulse. The other woman’s shaky inhale has her bringing one hand around to the front of her body, resting just under her breast, feeling Schethea’s heartbeat hammering against her ribcage.
“Fuck, Schethea, I want-”
“Yes, gods...”
Marie cups her breast gently, reverently, her soft flesh the perfect handful as she ducks in to kiss her again. Schethea’s hands do their own wandering, slipping down to grab her ass and pull her closer, their hips bumping together. The heat building between them is becoming harder and harder to ignore, and Marie tentatively strokes over the peak of where she can feel the other woman’s nipple stiff through the fabric. Schethea gasps.
“Marie!”
“Is this okay?”
“Y-yes!” she presses another frantic kiss to her lips, “um, bed?”
Marie is already pushing her back towards the narrow monastery bunk, hands working at the buttons of her own blouse as Schethea scatters kisses across her lips, jaw, neck. Her back bumps into the wall, breaking them apart for a second.
“Bed,” Marie agrees, shrugging off her unbuttoned shirt, reveling in the way that Schethea eyes her hungrily. She tosses the shirt to the floor next to her coat, and when she turns Schethea is already climbing into her bunk, looking breathless and debauched, lips bruised and robes half-untied. Marie feels the room grow ten degrees warmer when she gets close enough to touch her.
Schethea tugs her onto the bed, legs parting to allow one knee to slot between hers, and their lips meet in a messy kiss. Marie drinks in a soft, breathy moan when she presses her leg up against the apex of Schethea’s thighs, and immediately knows she needs to hear that sound again.
She starts a steady, rolling rhythm, grinding down against her with purpose, her heart almost skipping a beat when Schethea’s hand goes to her ass, grabbing, encouraging her. She shifts so that her own cunt is grinding against her thigh, and she’s not too proud to admit the low moan that escapes her lips.
An urgency quickly grows, and Marie can feel it in the way Schethea’s teeth bump up against her own in her fervor, the way that she whines low when she slips one hand to grope her breast through her shirt.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, fuck-”
“Fuck,” Marie kisses her again, “me too.”
The gith woman is panting underneath her, the heat between her thighs growing to a fever pitch as she lifts her hips to grind against Marie’s thigh. Her lips part in a shaky, breathy moan and she immediately knows that she’ll do anything to hear that sound again.
Marie unties the closure of Schethea’s robes, hungrily drinking in the sight of her soft skin, her slight cleavage, her toned stomach flexing with every roll of her hips.
“Schea, I want to-“
She splays her hand on her lower stomach, fingertips dipping under the waist of her smalls.
“ Fuck , yes-“
Marie shifts slightly to encourage her to spread her legs so she can slip her hand into her smallclothes.
“You’re so fucking-“
Her fingers immediately meet impossibly warm slickness, and she’s astounded by just how wet the other woman is. Her hand is drenched in seconds as she quests blindly between her folds to find her clitoris and she makes a couple of slow, broad strokes over her. She’s rewarded by that high little moan that goes straight to her own cunt, and she shifts in her position to get some much needed friction.
“ Marie- “
“You’re so wet .”
Schethea nods, biting her lip, letting out a short, gasping moan when Marie slips two fingers inside of her.
She’s entranced by the wet, slick heat of her cunt around her fingers, sinking deeper and crooking to find that soft, rippled-
Schethea’s quick gasp turns into a surprised moan as Marie focuses on her inner walls, beginning a slow, steady rhythm that pulls muffled noises from her despite the hand she’s now thrown over her mouth to keep herself quiet.
“ Fuck! ”
She watches as Schethea’s eyes screw shut and she gasps with every stroke inside of her. Marie finds herself breathless as well, the sight of her pink lips parted in a wordless moan, her cheeks flushed high with pleasure. It’s better than any fantasy when she can feel the warmth between her thighs, the way she moves her hips to meet her hand in a desperate grinding rhythm.
“Wanna make you come like this, fuck-“
Marie murmurs against her lips, drinking in the breathy affirmation that follows.
“ Marie- shit- “
Schethea’s eyes catch hers in a wild glance before she’s gasping, lips parting in a breathy moan as her body tenses underneath her.
“Fuck! Fuck Marie I’m- “
She can feel blunt fingernails dig hard into the flesh of her upper arm as Schethea’s hips buck against her hand.
Marie drinks it all in, watching her face wordlessly as her moans go high and breathy and desperate and she feels her cunt convulsing around her fingers. She’s impossibly beautiful like this, near tears from the pleasure, eyes closed and crying out and fuck, moaning her name-
She’s close herself, rutting against Schethea’s thigh, trying to memorize the sight of the other woman underneath her, flushed and sweaty and- gods , coming on her hand. She doesn’t stop moving inside her, not until Schethea’s hand weakly pushes her away, overstimulated and breathless.
“ Gods, Marie-“
Schethea pulls her in for a kiss, sweet and messy, as Marie slips her fingers out of her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she murmurs against her lips. She tries to hold herself back from grinding on her thigh, but knows her desire shows on her face when Schethea opens her eyes and looks up at her.
“Let me-“
Schethea grabs her wrist, pulling her slick fingers up to her mouth, making a show of sucking her fingers clean. Marie watches helplessly, the feeling of the other woman’s tongue against her skin quickly turning her want into a need and she can’t hold back the moan that escapes her lips.
“Schea, I need -“
She unbuttons Marie’s trousers and slides her fingers down into her smallclothes. Her hand, nimble and warm, seeks out and finds her wet heat easily, and Marie falls forward onto her extended arms above Schethea as she makes contact with her clit.
“Gods, fuck - Schea I’m already close-“
“What do you want?”
Her sweet, hot breath compounds the eager way she rubs at her, hazel eyes meeting darkened amber, and Marie realizes she’s going to come on her hand embarrassingly quickly.
“Just- fuck, right there, that’s- gods, Schethea-“
Marie is babbling at this point, her words a saccharine mixture of expletives and her lover’s name, panted into her ear as she races toward that peak.
Her thighs are shaking, fingernails dug so firmly into the bedlinens that she wouldn’t be surprised if she tore them.
“Fuck, Marie, you look-“
She cuts her off with a messy kiss and Marie feels that thread of tension deep in her belly begin to stretch thin and her hips buck against Schethea’s hand once, twice, three times and that thread snaps, her eyelids fluttering and spine curling, lips parted to let out an embarrassingly high whimper.
“ Schea - I’m coming-“
Pleasure erupts through every cell in her body as she screws her eyes shut and comes wordlessly, trembling violently at the waves of sensation as Schethea gently strokes her through her orgasm.
“Oh- oh gods -“
Marie quivers atop her, gasping and whimpering through every mind-meltingly delicious spasm of her cunt against the other woman’s fingers. She needed this, this physical and emotional release of the tension building between them, needed this orgasm spent breathlessly pressed against her cheek, panting.
“ Schethea- “
She shakes her way through the aftershocks and messily catches her mouth with hers. Gods, she can taste Schethea’s own arousal on her tongue, and through the haze of heady satisfaction she feels a dull spark of want.
Marie comes down, panting, resting her forehead against Schethea’s.
“You-“
“That was incredible.”
Marie laughs, breathless, opening her amber eyes to meet her soft grey ones. Schethea moves in for another kiss: gentle, tender. The kind of kiss reserved for lovers, the kind that lasts several long moments before either of them move to pull away.
“I really like you,” she whispers against Schethea’s lips.
Schethea’s mouth turns up in a shy smile, kissing her back before she responds.
“I really like you too.”
“Maybe we should,” Marie tucks a stray stand of hair behind Schethea’s ear, “do this again sometime.”
A renewed blush blooms across pale green skin.
“I’d like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Marie shifts to lay next to her, head resting easily atop her breast, where her heart beats loud, steady, gradually slowing, her body impossibly warm. She finds herself lulled by the sound of her breathing and before she knows it, she’s asleep in Schethea’s bed, limbs tangled easily with hers like long-time lovers.
It feels safe, it feels right .
Marie thinks she could get used to this.