A moment like this.
Lucy Lawless/Fangirl.
People were surrounding her, Lucy’s eyes holding a flash of worry. Fanboys had always been vaguely respectful but the fangirls she was surrounded by now seemed to not understand the words ‘personal space’. She was alone in a sea of people and had no real way of escaping.
Panic rose fast and she found herself fighting back tears, then, suddenly, a warm and slightly calloused hand slid into hers, the touch gentle, almost nervous, the girl was somewhere behind her and as Lucy turned she found herself looking up at a tall girl whose smile was soft. She felt safer now, clearly this girl cared and she was safer with this girl than without.
“Come with me.”
The words are soft enough that nobody much hears them and as they move the crowd parts, the girl’s height easily parting them, her hand warm inside Lucy’s. As they leave the crowd Lucy finds herself stumbling, an arm curling tightly around her waist as the girl catches her, her touch still soft, still almost… tender. There’s something like love in the girl’s eyes and Lucy finds herself glad of it. This girl seems sure of herself and when she offers to take Lucy back to her room, be her guard, she agrees.
The two share a small smile as the girl releases her hand, seeming to expect to be shut out now, left to guard the door, Lucy stuns her with a different choice, dragging her in and locking the door, kissing the girl with a flash of passion that leaves them both panting.
“Are you sure?”
The girl’s still quiet, still gentle and Lucy smiles.
“Yes.”
The two meet halfway this time, the girl making Lucy squeak with surprise when she finds herself carried to the bed, laid down and undressed with what can only be described as tender care, the girl’s own clothes soon shed, the two curling close under the covers before they kiss again. Lucy’s small moan of need not going unnoticed, the girl’s touch slow and tender as it skims over Lucy’s thigh, the girl’s fingers light at first as they find her ready, the touch soft but firm as they move together. Lucy finding herself enjoying the feel of the girl over her, inside her, with her, caring and caressing, her lips soft on her neck even as she arches her back, pressing the girl’s fingers deeper.
People were surrounding her, Lucy’s eyes holding a flash of worry. Fanboys had always been vaguely respectful but the fangirls she was surrounded by now seemed to not understand the words ‘personal space’. She was alone in a sea of people and had no real way of escaping.
Panic rose fast and she found herself fighting back tears, then, suddenly, a warm and slightly calloused hand slid into hers, the touch gentle, almost nervous, the girl was somewhere behind her and as Lucy turned she found herself looking up at a tall girl whose smile was soft. She felt safer now, clearly this girl cared and she was safer with this girl than without.
“Come with me.”
The words are soft enough that nobody much hears them and as they move the crowd parts, the girl’s height easily parting them, her hand warm inside Lucy’s. As they leave the crowd Lucy finds herself stumbling, an arm curling tightly around her waist as the girl catches her, her touch still soft, still almost… tender. There’s something like love in the girl’s eyes and Lucy finds herself glad of it. This girl seems sure of herself and when she offers to take Lucy back to her room, be her guard, she agrees.
The two share a small smile as the girl releases her hand, seeming to expect to be shut out now, left to guard the door, Lucy stuns her with a different choice, dragging her in and locking the door, kissing the girl with a flash of passion that leaves them both panting.
“Are you sure?”
The girl’s still quiet, still gentle and Lucy smiles.
“Yes.”
The two meet halfway this time, the girl making Lucy squeak with surprise when she finds herself carried to the bed, laid down and undressed with what can only be described as tender care, the girl’s own clothes soon shed, the two curling close under the covers before they kiss again. Lucy’s small moan of need not going unnoticed, the girl’s touch slow and tender as it skims over Lucy’s thigh, the girl’s fingers light at first as they find her ready, the touch soft but firm as they move together. Lucy finding herself enjoying the feel of the girl over her, inside her, with her, caring and caressing, her lips soft on her neck even as she arches her back, pressing the girl’s fingers deeper.