Jungle Fever {3/3}afterandalasiaMarch 4 2014, 12:39:57 UTC
"It's not quite that simple," said Jane. "You see, ladies really shouldn't--"
Tarzan, having apparently decided that Jane was having another of her moments of talking nonsense, kissed her. On the mouth. Jane gave a little squeak that might have been protest, but could well have just been surprise or, frankly, have been pleasure. Tarzan's lips were very warm and very soft and tasted sweet, and a lady wasn't supposed to kiss anybody before they were married, and certainly wasn't supposed to kiss a woman, and--
A lady shouldn't be climbing trees in the African jungle in only her petticoat and slip.
Jane kissed her back. She felt Tarzan's fingers touching her cheek, wondering whether it was as much of a marvel to her as it was to Jane to feel this kiss, their lips exploring each other. Cautiously, Jane reached out to touch her, rough sun-warmed skin and powerful muscle beneath her hands. Tarzan grunts softly, and it shouldn't be erotic but somehow it is, the reminder of where Tarzan comes from and the knowledge that she wants this, is simply not afraid of herself as Jane has been.
Somehow, they wound up lying on the leaves, Jane on her back with Tarzan's weight against her chest and hair brushing her cheeks and mouth against hers and it is perfect. She actually feels a pang of disappointment when Tarzan pulls away slightly.
Tarzan, having apparently decided that Jane was having another of her moments of talking nonsense, kissed her. On the mouth. Jane gave a little squeak that might have been protest, but could well have just been surprise or, frankly, have been pleasure. Tarzan's lips were very warm and very soft and tasted sweet, and a lady wasn't supposed to kiss anybody before they were married, and certainly wasn't supposed to kiss a woman, and--
A lady shouldn't be climbing trees in the African jungle in only her petticoat and slip.
Jane kissed her back. She felt Tarzan's fingers touching her cheek, wondering whether it was as much of a marvel to her as it was to Jane to feel this kiss, their lips exploring each other. Cautiously, Jane reached out to touch her, rough sun-warmed skin and powerful muscle beneath her hands. Tarzan grunts softly, and it shouldn't be erotic but somehow it is, the reminder of where Tarzan comes from and the knowledge that she wants this, is simply not afraid of herself as Jane has been.
Somehow, they wound up lying on the leaves, Jane on her back with Tarzan's weight against her chest and hair brushing her cheeks and mouth against hers and it is perfect. She actually feels a pang of disappointment when Tarzan pulls away slightly.
"Jane... like?" said Tarzan cautiously.
She smiled. "Oh yes. Jane like very much."
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