RoTM 1.52.1 -- Completely unexpected
ooc: Written with permission of ambitious_woman's mun. And not canon. Um. Yet. *g* *might have evil!plots in mind*
You just woke up and found yourself in bed with the very LAST person you ever expected to. How did this happen, is this real, and now what will you do?
Aislinn didn’t sleep with girls. It had been a long and loudly proclaimed maxim, despite the threesome or four she’d managed to get herself talked into by Byron through the centuries. But as a rule, she didn’t. She’d even proclaimed it upon first meeting to the woman she was currently nuzzling sleepily. Reinette was warm and soft and curved in all the right places that Aislinn had never really considered could be the right places to have pressed so closely. Always before there had been a man in the bed, a buffer between another female body, and clearly the recipient of the intended attention.
Not last night.
She woke up slowly, the night’s exertions making every movement feel like moving through liquid, and yet her skin seemed to sing with renewed energy, pulsing with what she’d pulled from Reinette with the other woman’s permission. Her skin tasted sweet, everything gentler, warmer than the men she was used to, and she had savored it, then drank deeper, shuddering at the complex richness she found there. It was rare in mortals and intoxicating in its own way.
Stretching, Aislinn trailed her fingers up Reinette’s side, around the curve of her breast, eyes wide with wonder at the way her skin puckered, goosebumps rising on it. Their curls mingled on the pillow, deep auburn and honey gold making a riot of color that autumn would envy.
It had started out as a game for Byron and the Doctor’s benefit, something silly Aislinn had seen mortal girls do in clubs. Too much wine and too much laughter, and after all, the two men had indulged, so why shouldn’t they? Just a kiss, a brush of lips, the merest taste. They hadn’t meant it to go farther, but Reinette shivered, and Byron was giving off a too familiar heat and having the Doctor so close was always heady, so she’d deepened the kiss, linking lightly with the other woman’s mind, sharing the sensations she was causing.
Once the link was formed, there was no going back for either of them. They’d let the men watch for a while, and then they ceased to exist except to heighten the electricity in the room that Aislinn drank down as greedily as she ran her tongue over slowly bared skin. She’d felt a masculine hand brush over her skin, and she’d batted it away irritated, not wanting anything to block this journey of discovery.
Reinette laughed, winding her fingers through Aislinn’s and with a blown kiss at the two men, they’d made their way to the bedroom. The look on Byron’s face when the door closed before he could step through it had almost been enough to jar her from the sensual awakening, but not quite.
Peeking over the edge of the bed, she looked at the line of clothing trailing from the door to the bed. The sofa cushions were disturbed from their explorations there, and one table was upended. Reinette would likely have a bruise on the back of her thighs from that enthusiastic exploration, and Aislinn trailed her fingers lower to brush over her skin in silent apology. Reinette stirred with a sleepy murmur, opening her eyes to smile at her slowly.
With a wicked grin, Aislinn slid down to follow the path her fingers had traced, tasting her again with a small purr. The boys could wait a little longer.
You just woke up and found yourself in bed with the very LAST person you ever expected to. How did this happen, is this real, and now what will you do?
Aislinn didn’t sleep with girls. It had been a long and loudly proclaimed maxim, despite the threesome or four she’d managed to get herself talked into by Byron through the centuries. But as a rule, she didn’t. She’d even proclaimed it upon first meeting to the woman she was currently nuzzling sleepily. Reinette was warm and soft and curved in all the right places that Aislinn had never really considered could be the right places to have pressed so closely. Always before there had been a man in the bed, a buffer between another female body, and clearly the recipient of the intended attention.
Not last night.
She woke up slowly, the night’s exertions making every movement feel like moving through liquid, and yet her skin seemed to sing with renewed energy, pulsing with what she’d pulled from Reinette with the other woman’s permission. Her skin tasted sweet, everything gentler, warmer than the men she was used to, and she had savored it, then drank deeper, shuddering at the complex richness she found there. It was rare in mortals and intoxicating in its own way.
Stretching, Aislinn trailed her fingers up Reinette’s side, around the curve of her breast, eyes wide with wonder at the way her skin puckered, goosebumps rising on it. Their curls mingled on the pillow, deep auburn and honey gold making a riot of color that autumn would envy.
It had started out as a game for Byron and the Doctor’s benefit, something silly Aislinn had seen mortal girls do in clubs. Too much wine and too much laughter, and after all, the two men had indulged, so why shouldn’t they? Just a kiss, a brush of lips, the merest taste. They hadn’t meant it to go farther, but Reinette shivered, and Byron was giving off a too familiar heat and having the Doctor so close was always heady, so she’d deepened the kiss, linking lightly with the other woman’s mind, sharing the sensations she was causing.
Once the link was formed, there was no going back for either of them. They’d let the men watch for a while, and then they ceased to exist except to heighten the electricity in the room that Aislinn drank down as greedily as she ran her tongue over slowly bared skin. She’d felt a masculine hand brush over her skin, and she’d batted it away irritated, not wanting anything to block this journey of discovery.
Reinette laughed, winding her fingers through Aislinn’s and with a blown kiss at the two men, they’d made their way to the bedroom. The look on Byron’s face when the door closed before he could step through it had almost been enough to jar her from the sensual awakening, but not quite.
Peeking over the edge of the bed, she looked at the line of clothing trailing from the door to the bed. The sofa cushions were disturbed from their explorations there, and one table was upended. Reinette would likely have a bruise on the back of her thighs from that enthusiastic exploration, and Aislinn trailed her fingers lower to brush over her skin in silent apology. Reinette stirred with a sleepy murmur, opening her eyes to smile at her slowly.
With a wicked grin, Aislinn slid down to follow the path her fingers had traced, tasting her again with a small purr. The boys could wait a little longer.