Since I've been seeing this damned scene over and over
If there was one thing that her current "relationship" had taught her, it was that as opportunity knocked, temptation leaned on the damned doorbell.
A glance to Selene's left found a sacked out Lucine sprawled katty-corner on her bed.
They were normally in Lucine's room on that over-stuffed nest she called a featherbed.
No idea how they wound up where they did, except teasing and groping that landed them there.
That could have landed them there.
And it was the teasing and groping that Lucine had been growing unfond of, almost impatient as of late.
Opportunity refused to knock on the doorbell out of sheer respect for the sleeping person.
Temptation glided over two heaving mounds and down a soft stomach, down two legs, and wove around Selene's legs, caressing her skin and sending the proper shivers to the right places.
Temptation was leaning.
And Lucine was wearing a shirt that clasped in the front.
She had honestly thought the young woman knew better, but even the smart ones tended to laspe in judgement when they only got six hours of sleep a week.
Temptation smacked Selene upside the head, sending her into the motion of getting a knee up next to a denim-clad leg and crawling up the body of one of her favorite blonds. She moved slowly, well aware that her mattress gave her movements away.
The slow, deep breaths let her know that her little "seme" wasn't waking up any time here soon, unless something shocked her system.
Something Selene planned on doing quite soon.
She settled with her knees tucked into Lucine's armpits, as the girl had her arms over her head in an all-too convenient manner. One silk scarf would keep her hands out of the way, that's for sure.
Leaning down and grabbing a belt from the floor, Selene made sure that the girl couldn't use her hands if she did decide to wake up. She then started to work on that shirt.
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Pain laced through her chest, startling the blond out of her slumber and staring right into the green eyes of her lover as warm lips locked and sealed over her own.
A tongue invaded and swiped around her mouth, not unwelcome, but definitely unexpected.
There were times when she loathed her lack of experience in certain areas.
Long fingers thread in her hair as Selene pressed her mouth tighter, rendering the girl beneath her boneless and willing to do damned near anything.
Lucine arched upwards as she felt her shirt fall open and the mouth left her own to latch unto an exposed nipple.
She loathed that bra on some days.
A glance to Selene's left found a sacked out Lucine sprawled katty-corner on her bed.
They were normally in Lucine's room on that over-stuffed nest she called a featherbed.
No idea how they wound up where they did, except teasing and groping that landed them there.
That could have landed them there.
And it was the teasing and groping that Lucine had been growing unfond of, almost impatient as of late.
Opportunity refused to knock on the doorbell out of sheer respect for the sleeping person.
Temptation glided over two heaving mounds and down a soft stomach, down two legs, and wove around Selene's legs, caressing her skin and sending the proper shivers to the right places.
Temptation was leaning.
And Lucine was wearing a shirt that clasped in the front.
She had honestly thought the young woman knew better, but even the smart ones tended to laspe in judgement when they only got six hours of sleep a week.
Temptation smacked Selene upside the head, sending her into the motion of getting a knee up next to a denim-clad leg and crawling up the body of one of her favorite blonds. She moved slowly, well aware that her mattress gave her movements away.
The slow, deep breaths let her know that her little "seme" wasn't waking up any time here soon, unless something shocked her system.
Something Selene planned on doing quite soon.
She settled with her knees tucked into Lucine's armpits, as the girl had her arms over her head in an all-too convenient manner. One silk scarf would keep her hands out of the way, that's for sure.
Leaning down and grabbing a belt from the floor, Selene made sure that the girl couldn't use her hands if she did decide to wake up. She then started to work on that shirt.
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Pain laced through her chest, startling the blond out of her slumber and staring right into the green eyes of her lover as warm lips locked and sealed over her own.
A tongue invaded and swiped around her mouth, not unwelcome, but definitely unexpected.
There were times when she loathed her lack of experience in certain areas.
Long fingers thread in her hair as Selene pressed her mouth tighter, rendering the girl beneath her boneless and willing to do damned near anything.
Lucine arched upwards as she felt her shirt fall open and the mouth left her own to latch unto an exposed nipple.
She loathed that bra on some days.