Smut Time!
Zoisite could not help but grin. Every time their hands brushed, the woman walking beside her would blush prettily and smile a secretive smile. She did not withdraw her hands, but let them fall to her side gracefully as they walked, and Zoi was fairly certain that Amelie, occasionally, allowed their hands to brush intentionally.
“I hope the talks have not been too tiring. I know that the minutiae of a treaty can be rather tedious.” Amelie was blushing even more as she spoke, and the “King” of the Northern Kingdom of Earth realized that the slight grazing of the Mercurian’s fingers against her wrist was fully intended.
She smirked, “It helps that when the subject matter gets too lifeless, there’s a beautiful woman sitting across the table from me. I simply picture her naked and find that I can, quite easily, deal with any amount of tedium.”
The cheeks of the Mercurian Princess grew even brighter, and Zoisite saw the twinkle in Amelie’s eye that tended to appear only in private. “I doubt Astarte would mind knowing that you picture her naked.”
“Imp!” The Terran woman smirked. She knew full well that there were precious few who got to see this side of her beautiful princess. “You know full well that it was not Astarte to whom I was referring.” She winked at the other woman, “Kunzite would have my head for such thoughts were I to entertain them.”
Amelie laughed, and her laughter was sweet to Zoisite’s ears. “Juno then? Or Brigid? Perhaps Serenity?”
Zoisite cursed the few yards remaining between them and Amelie’s room. She wanted desperately to pull the other woman into her arms. However she settled for an affected sigh, attempting to sound hurt. “You wound me, Princess, with your accusations that I’d be unfaithful in my fantasies. Though, even were I tempted to stray in my thoughts, none of those quite lovely ladies would attract my attention.”
Amelie blinked and turned slightly to face her as they finally reached the doors to her chambers. “Dare I ask who would?”
“Hmm… your cousin, the Neptunian might. She reminds me of the goddess I worship.” Zoi leaned close to Amelie’s ear, “And it is time for my prayers… if she’ll kindly open the door to her inner sanctum?”
Blushing furiously now, Amelie turned and opened the door, fumbling with it only slightly. “You shouldn’t blaspheme.”
“If there are any among the gods who consider my words blasphemy, then I challenge them to come meet the object of my affection and tell me I’m wrong. Since they’d take one look at you and wish that they could be in my place, I feel rather safe.” Once they were in her room and the door was shut, Zoisite grabbed Amelie’s waist and pulled her close to herself.
“You’re horrible.” Amelie’s cheeks were still stained red, but she was smiling.
“Mmm-hmm. But I’ve yet to hear you complain.” Zoisite grinned as she ran one hand, splayed through the relatively short hair of the blue-haired Mercurian. She closed the hand, pulling firmly but not too roughly, on Amelie’s hair as she tilted her face to her own and caught her lips.
Amelie gasped momentarily at the gesture, but she did not hesitate in returning the kiss. However, there were subtle things that Zoisite was determined to do something about: the way she remained straight, almost formal, in her arms; the way her kisses were too perfect, to well thought out (Zoisite was sure that if you were to time or trace them, there was a deliberate pattern to them); the way her hands traced the same pattern over her back that they always did.
She broke the kiss and looked down into the other woman’s eyes. “Tell me, Princess, do you ever let yourself go completely? Ever allow yourself to relax?” She moved the other woman towards the wall as she spoke, her eyes gleaming dangerously, “Do you ever let go of your perfect control?”
Amelie swallowed, blinking as she tried to figure out where the change in tone had come from. Zoisite could see her confusion, her self-doubt. Of course, her Mercurian was wondering if she had done something wrong. She smirked, and the gleam in her eye simply increased as Zoisite pressed the smaller woman against the wall near her bed.
“Have… have I done something to offend you?” Amelie’s voice was confused, and Zoisite could not help but to laugh a bit at the question.
“No, love. Not at all.” She stepped back slightly, pulling her hand gently from Amelie’s hair and catching her left wrist.
“Have I been a disappointment as a lover? I know I’ve not had a lot of experience, but I have tried to learn what it is that you like.” Her voice now betrayed a touch of self-doubt, which simply fueled Zoisite’s ambition for the evening.
“No. You’ve been incredible. But, I think there is one more lesson you need to learn.” She pinned Amelie’s left wrist above her head against the wall and quickly grabbed her right wrist, pressing a kiss to the pulse point before joining it to it’s mate, holding both firmly in her right hand.
“I… I don’t understand.” Amelie did not seem threatened or frightened. And for that, Zoisite was thankful. She had not been sure how the woman she loved would respond to her plans for this evening.
“You will.” She slowly began to unbutton the princess’ shirt, “Do you trust me, Amelie?”
Amelie nodded, “Of course, I do. I love you.”
“Then I want you to do something for me. Actually, for you.”
Amelie shivered slightly, though Zoisite knew that the other woman could stand quite cold temperatures. “What?”
“Let go of your precious control. Stop thinking so much. Just let yourself go.” Deciding that it would be too detracting from her purpose to lower Amelie’s arms and release her wrists, Zoisite ripped the opened shirt off of her.
“I… I don’t know if I can, Zoisite.” There was a note of desperation in Amelie’s voice. Zoisite was not surprised. After all, the woman was friends with a woman whose sexual escapades were legendary. At some point, Astarte must have given the shyer, more reserved woman, pointers and advice about sex.
Actually, for all she knew, Astarte had quite possibly taught Amelie about sex directly. She shook her head slightly, dismissing the scene that aroused not only her lust but also her jealousy.
Focusing back on the task at hand, Zoisite smiled, a slightly predatory look on her slender face, “Then give it to me. Trust me.”
Amelie blinked a moment and then nodded. “All… all right.”
“Good girl.” Zoisite leaned in and kissed her deeply, pinning Amelie to wall and making sure that she lead the kiss rather than the too precise Princess. She moved to her left ear, suckling on her earlobe and whispered. “If you want me to stop, love, all you have to do is say ‘purple’.”
Amelie blinked again, “Purple?”
Zoi laughed, “It’s a safe word. For the next bit, it means stop, because you may find yourself saying no when you don’t mean it.”
“Oh…” Amelie’s eyes widened as she began to understand what exactly it was that Zoisite meant. “OH! Um… I… I don’t know…”
“Can you fully relax without giving control over to me, Amelie?” Zoisite hardened her tone. She would not press her love further than she could go, but she needed Amelie to understand just how good sex could be when one simply relaxes and allows oneself to enjoy it.
Amelie shook her head. “No…”
“Then trust me. I’m not going to hurt you.” She grinned, “Unless you want me to…”
A nod and a soft smile, accompanied by a deepening of the red in Amelie’s cheeks, assured Zoisite that this was a good idea, and she scooped the woman into her arms, “Good girl.” She kissed her deeply and then placed her on the bed, “Stay put. Do you have any rope?”
“There’s some… um… strips of silk in the top drawer. Astarte gave them to me. Said I might want them some day….”
Zoi laughed and made a mental note to thank the Venetian as she drew them out. Light blue. Perfect.
Amelie’s hands were bound to the bed posts, and Zoi traced her kisses down her now bare torso, slowly licking, and watching her lover squirm. This was definitely going better than she had dared hope.
“Lift up your hips. This skirt has got to go.”
Obediently doing so, Amelie whimpered softly. “Patience, love. Relax. We have all the time in the world.”
***
Amelie woke in the morning, still bound spread eagle on her own bed, naked, and with Zoisite holding her closely.
“Zoisite… um… can you untie me now? I’m supposed to meet with Serenity this morning.”
Zoisite opened her eyes and grinned up to her lover. She had seen a new side to the Mercurian last night, and was pretty sure that Amelie had thoroughly enjoyed herself. “No.”
“Purple?”
Zoi laughed a short laugh and then pouted at the woman laying sprawled on the bed. However, she sat up and began doing as she was asked. “I already told Serenity you’d not be making the meeting. Endymion said he’d keep her occupied. But, if you really want up…”
Amelie blushed as her right hand was freed and brought it to gently cup and caress Zoisite’s breasts. “Oh… well, then, perhaps I can just have the freedom to touch you some? I feel like we focused too much on me last night.”
Zoi moaned softly and then lowered herself on top of the other woman, “I assure you, Amelie. It was my pleasure.” She kissed along her jaw line.
“Oh… ok then…” With a mischievous grin of her own, Amelie’s freed hand moved down Zoisite’s chest, stopping for a moment at her belly button, before slowly moving further down. “If you don’t want this…”
“I hope the talks have not been too tiring. I know that the minutiae of a treaty can be rather tedious.” Amelie was blushing even more as she spoke, and the “King” of the Northern Kingdom of Earth realized that the slight grazing of the Mercurian’s fingers against her wrist was fully intended.
She smirked, “It helps that when the subject matter gets too lifeless, there’s a beautiful woman sitting across the table from me. I simply picture her naked and find that I can, quite easily, deal with any amount of tedium.”
The cheeks of the Mercurian Princess grew even brighter, and Zoisite saw the twinkle in Amelie’s eye that tended to appear only in private. “I doubt Astarte would mind knowing that you picture her naked.”
“Imp!” The Terran woman smirked. She knew full well that there were precious few who got to see this side of her beautiful princess. “You know full well that it was not Astarte to whom I was referring.” She winked at the other woman, “Kunzite would have my head for such thoughts were I to entertain them.”
Amelie laughed, and her laughter was sweet to Zoisite’s ears. “Juno then? Or Brigid? Perhaps Serenity?”
Zoisite cursed the few yards remaining between them and Amelie’s room. She wanted desperately to pull the other woman into her arms. However she settled for an affected sigh, attempting to sound hurt. “You wound me, Princess, with your accusations that I’d be unfaithful in my fantasies. Though, even were I tempted to stray in my thoughts, none of those quite lovely ladies would attract my attention.”
Amelie blinked and turned slightly to face her as they finally reached the doors to her chambers. “Dare I ask who would?”
“Hmm… your cousin, the Neptunian might. She reminds me of the goddess I worship.” Zoi leaned close to Amelie’s ear, “And it is time for my prayers… if she’ll kindly open the door to her inner sanctum?”
Blushing furiously now, Amelie turned and opened the door, fumbling with it only slightly. “You shouldn’t blaspheme.”
“If there are any among the gods who consider my words blasphemy, then I challenge them to come meet the object of my affection and tell me I’m wrong. Since they’d take one look at you and wish that they could be in my place, I feel rather safe.” Once they were in her room and the door was shut, Zoisite grabbed Amelie’s waist and pulled her close to herself.
“You’re horrible.” Amelie’s cheeks were still stained red, but she was smiling.
“Mmm-hmm. But I’ve yet to hear you complain.” Zoisite grinned as she ran one hand, splayed through the relatively short hair of the blue-haired Mercurian. She closed the hand, pulling firmly but not too roughly, on Amelie’s hair as she tilted her face to her own and caught her lips.
Amelie gasped momentarily at the gesture, but she did not hesitate in returning the kiss. However, there were subtle things that Zoisite was determined to do something about: the way she remained straight, almost formal, in her arms; the way her kisses were too perfect, to well thought out (Zoisite was sure that if you were to time or trace them, there was a deliberate pattern to them); the way her hands traced the same pattern over her back that they always did.
She broke the kiss and looked down into the other woman’s eyes. “Tell me, Princess, do you ever let yourself go completely? Ever allow yourself to relax?” She moved the other woman towards the wall as she spoke, her eyes gleaming dangerously, “Do you ever let go of your perfect control?”
Amelie swallowed, blinking as she tried to figure out where the change in tone had come from. Zoisite could see her confusion, her self-doubt. Of course, her Mercurian was wondering if she had done something wrong. She smirked, and the gleam in her eye simply increased as Zoisite pressed the smaller woman against the wall near her bed.
“Have… have I done something to offend you?” Amelie’s voice was confused, and Zoisite could not help but to laugh a bit at the question.
“No, love. Not at all.” She stepped back slightly, pulling her hand gently from Amelie’s hair and catching her left wrist.
“Have I been a disappointment as a lover? I know I’ve not had a lot of experience, but I have tried to learn what it is that you like.” Her voice now betrayed a touch of self-doubt, which simply fueled Zoisite’s ambition for the evening.
“No. You’ve been incredible. But, I think there is one more lesson you need to learn.” She pinned Amelie’s left wrist above her head against the wall and quickly grabbed her right wrist, pressing a kiss to the pulse point before joining it to it’s mate, holding both firmly in her right hand.
“I… I don’t understand.” Amelie did not seem threatened or frightened. And for that, Zoisite was thankful. She had not been sure how the woman she loved would respond to her plans for this evening.
“You will.” She slowly began to unbutton the princess’ shirt, “Do you trust me, Amelie?”
Amelie nodded, “Of course, I do. I love you.”
“Then I want you to do something for me. Actually, for you.”
Amelie shivered slightly, though Zoisite knew that the other woman could stand quite cold temperatures. “What?”
“Let go of your precious control. Stop thinking so much. Just let yourself go.” Deciding that it would be too detracting from her purpose to lower Amelie’s arms and release her wrists, Zoisite ripped the opened shirt off of her.
“I… I don’t know if I can, Zoisite.” There was a note of desperation in Amelie’s voice. Zoisite was not surprised. After all, the woman was friends with a woman whose sexual escapades were legendary. At some point, Astarte must have given the shyer, more reserved woman, pointers and advice about sex.
Actually, for all she knew, Astarte had quite possibly taught Amelie about sex directly. She shook her head slightly, dismissing the scene that aroused not only her lust but also her jealousy.
Focusing back on the task at hand, Zoisite smiled, a slightly predatory look on her slender face, “Then give it to me. Trust me.”
Amelie blinked a moment and then nodded. “All… all right.”
“Good girl.” Zoisite leaned in and kissed her deeply, pinning Amelie to wall and making sure that she lead the kiss rather than the too precise Princess. She moved to her left ear, suckling on her earlobe and whispered. “If you want me to stop, love, all you have to do is say ‘purple’.”
Amelie blinked again, “Purple?”
Zoi laughed, “It’s a safe word. For the next bit, it means stop, because you may find yourself saying no when you don’t mean it.”
“Oh…” Amelie’s eyes widened as she began to understand what exactly it was that Zoisite meant. “OH! Um… I… I don’t know…”
“Can you fully relax without giving control over to me, Amelie?” Zoisite hardened her tone. She would not press her love further than she could go, but she needed Amelie to understand just how good sex could be when one simply relaxes and allows oneself to enjoy it.
Amelie shook her head. “No…”
“Then trust me. I’m not going to hurt you.” She grinned, “Unless you want me to…”
A nod and a soft smile, accompanied by a deepening of the red in Amelie’s cheeks, assured Zoisite that this was a good idea, and she scooped the woman into her arms, “Good girl.” She kissed her deeply and then placed her on the bed, “Stay put. Do you have any rope?”
“There’s some… um… strips of silk in the top drawer. Astarte gave them to me. Said I might want them some day….”
Zoi laughed and made a mental note to thank the Venetian as she drew them out. Light blue. Perfect.
Amelie’s hands were bound to the bed posts, and Zoi traced her kisses down her now bare torso, slowly licking, and watching her lover squirm. This was definitely going better than she had dared hope.
“Lift up your hips. This skirt has got to go.”
Obediently doing so, Amelie whimpered softly. “Patience, love. Relax. We have all the time in the world.”
***
Amelie woke in the morning, still bound spread eagle on her own bed, naked, and with Zoisite holding her closely.
“Zoisite… um… can you untie me now? I’m supposed to meet with Serenity this morning.”
Zoisite opened her eyes and grinned up to her lover. She had seen a new side to the Mercurian last night, and was pretty sure that Amelie had thoroughly enjoyed herself. “No.”
“Purple?”
Zoi laughed a short laugh and then pouted at the woman laying sprawled on the bed. However, she sat up and began doing as she was asked. “I already told Serenity you’d not be making the meeting. Endymion said he’d keep her occupied. But, if you really want up…”
Amelie blushed as her right hand was freed and brought it to gently cup and caress Zoisite’s breasts. “Oh… well, then, perhaps I can just have the freedom to touch you some? I feel like we focused too much on me last night.”
Zoi moaned softly and then lowered herself on top of the other woman, “I assure you, Amelie. It was my pleasure.” She kissed along her jaw line.
“Oh… ok then…” With a mischievous grin of her own, Amelie’s freed hand moved down Zoisite’s chest, stopping for a moment at her belly button, before slowly moving further down. “If you don’t want this…”