IAMP Mesmerised
Title: Mesmerised
Characters: Jenna, Olivia
Genre: Romance
Rating for this chapter: M-
Pairings: JennaxOlivia
Summary: Olivia observes Jenna.
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Mesmerised
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Girl power. Birthday fic for birthday girl. Enjoy!
IAMP
Mesmerised
Olivia woke up, when she felt the bed shift beside her. She heard Jenna stretch and turn over. She dared a peek, trying to be discreet, without her girlfriend noticing her. It was already morning and she wasn’t ready just yet to confront the day, but she liked observing Jenna, when she woke up. She truly was a remarkable sight.
After she stretched, Jenna pushed off the blankets from her body and jumped out of bed, stretching again. Olivia felt her cheeks burn at the sight. Jenna was still in the nude and there was something beautiful about how the early morning light reflected off her body.
Olivia found Jenna to be a very beautiful woman. No matter what, Jenna embraced her body and everything that came with it. From scars, to marks, to imperfection and hair, Jenna proudly stood by her body and she was not ashamed to display it to anyone who cared. Jenna’s body was nice and even though her stomach wasn’t flat, she did not care. Jenna looked healthy and her skin always seemed to glow. Olivia was jealous of it and she would have liked to have a similar body.
In her opinion, Jenna had full, firm breasts that put her smaller bosom to shame. Jenna would always slip her bra off, when she would get home, from work, and Olivia liked the way they looked, with or without clothes. She had been caught staring, more than once, and it greatly amused her girlfriend. If she felt bold, Olivia liked to sneak up behind Jenna and pass her hands under her shirt, cupping Jenna’s breasts in her hands. Jenna loved it when Olivia held them in her hands and fondled them, and Olivia never minded.
She watched her lover’s body with hungry eyes, from the rosy pink tips of her breasts, down her stomach, to the patch of curly hair between her legs. Olivia wanted to run her fingers down her body and hear Jenna gasp, but instead, she kept feigning sleep and observed, as Jenna slipped on a pair of underwear she took from her drawer. Jenna only ever wore one type of underwear; they were always delicate and feminine, with lace that would tickle her soft skin and make her bottom seem perfectly round. The garment would curve over her behind, showing most of it off and Olivia loved the way it looked on the older woman.
Jenna had gotten her a pair, once, but she had felt inadequate in them. She could not convey the same type of beauty Jenna did, no matter how hard she tried. However, nothing stopped her from bestowing delicate, lacy underwear upon her girlfriend, when she felt like it.
What she loved and always had loved about her girlfriend was how comfortable she could be about anything and everything. Jenna was always ready to try new things with her and Olivia could honestly say that there had never been a night spent with her where she hadn’t been satisfied. Jenna knew her body well and knew how to make her feel alive.
Jenna was never afraid to use her body to please her, or to bring in a new toy, or technique, to the bedroom, to make things interesting. Olivia craved her touch and her kisses, despite the fact that she deprived herself of those very things, because she was stubborn.
She remembered their first time and how eager Jenna had been to undress her. She still remembered her curious hands on her body, re-exploring new territory, and finding out just how far their land went. Olivia remembered everything about that night, but most of all, she remembered hot patient Jenna had been, with her.
There had been an incident, once, when Olivia had tried to surprise her girlfriend, with sexy lingerie. Jenna looked good in whatever she wore and she would often buy daring silk or lacy garments, to please Olivia, or maybe even herself, and it always worked. Olivia would ravish her, leaving needy kisses to her body, her hands undoing the complicated bows and strings.
She had wanted to return the favour, once, and had summoned her courage, to pick a piece for herself, but she was not like Jenna and she was much more conservative, when it came to these things. She had always been shy about her body and she could not wear little to no clothing - no matter how many times she had been intimate with Jenna, but she had tried.
She still blushed to the root of her hair, when she recalled the way Jenna had been with her that night, when she had seen her in her almost see through three-piece set.
Olivia thought for sure Jenna wouldn’t bother with a shirt, but instead, she pulled out a t-shirt and slipped it on. It reached her navel and Olivia had to admit that it was a very lovely sight. There were many mornings when her girlfriend would dress this way. She would put on a short top that was tight enough to hug her chest, but that would loosen up around her stomach and stop at her belly button, leaving Olivia with a nice view of her panties.
In her opinion, it was the perfect picture of comfort and it was that much easier to feel her girlfriend’s body against her own, to touch her skin, and to gaze at her beauty, for as long as she wanted.
Jenna left the bedroom soon afterwards and Olivia turned over in bed, closing her eyes to keep the images of her girlfriend in her mind.
She recalled the previous night with ease - of Jenna’s murmured exclamations, as she pleasured her with her fingers, while sucking on her skin. Jenna had come completely undone by her and it aroused her to see her girlfriend this way - to know that she could bring her to these heights with her own body, no matter how inadequate she thought it was.
She was slowly snapped out of her thoughts, by the strong smell of coffee and the soft clank of a tray being set by the table at the foot of the bed. The mattress dipped once more and still she pretended to sleep, when Jenna kissed her way up from her stomach to her lips.
Olivia wrapped her arms around Jenna’s neck and pulled her down for another kiss, making her laugh, in a form of greeting.
“Bon matin...”/ “Good morning...”
“’Morning.” She said, offering Jenna a smile that she returned.
“T’as l’air d’être de bonne humeur. T’as aimé la vue, tantôt?”/ “You seem to be in a good mood. Did you enjoy the view?” She teased, her chest brushing against her own bare one. Olivia was tempted to pull off Jenna’s shirt and to mesh their bodies together, as they had been hours before.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Je dormais.”/ “... I was sleeping.” She tried, but Jenna knew better. She always did. She laughed and the sound of her laughter pulled her closer, until she could smell Jenna’s hair.
“Dans c’cas, j’ai fait à manger.”/ “In that case, I made breakfast.” Olivia ignored her, gently pushing her down on the bed. She clambered on top of her, her hands going from her underwear to her shirt, while Jenna gave a breathless laugh, her own hands on her body.
“Breakfast can wait. I’m having you first.” She murmured, pushing Jenna’s shirt up, trailing a series of kisses down her chest, marveling at the beauty that was Jenna, and worshiping it as only she could. Jenna was hers and hers only.
OWARI
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started writing: October 12th 2014, 11:32pm
Finished writing: October 13th 2014, 12:28am
Started typing: November 25th 2014, 1:57pm
Finished typing: November 25th 2014, 2:41pm
Characters: Jenna, Olivia
Genre: Romance
Rating for this chapter: M-
Pairings: JennaxOlivia
Summary: Olivia observes Jenna.
IAMP
Mesmerised
53
Girl power. Birthday fic for birthday girl. Enjoy!
IAMP
Mesmerised
Olivia woke up, when she felt the bed shift beside her. She heard Jenna stretch and turn over. She dared a peek, trying to be discreet, without her girlfriend noticing her. It was already morning and she wasn’t ready just yet to confront the day, but she liked observing Jenna, when she woke up. She truly was a remarkable sight.
After she stretched, Jenna pushed off the blankets from her body and jumped out of bed, stretching again. Olivia felt her cheeks burn at the sight. Jenna was still in the nude and there was something beautiful about how the early morning light reflected off her body.
Olivia found Jenna to be a very beautiful woman. No matter what, Jenna embraced her body and everything that came with it. From scars, to marks, to imperfection and hair, Jenna proudly stood by her body and she was not ashamed to display it to anyone who cared. Jenna’s body was nice and even though her stomach wasn’t flat, she did not care. Jenna looked healthy and her skin always seemed to glow. Olivia was jealous of it and she would have liked to have a similar body.
In her opinion, Jenna had full, firm breasts that put her smaller bosom to shame. Jenna would always slip her bra off, when she would get home, from work, and Olivia liked the way they looked, with or without clothes. She had been caught staring, more than once, and it greatly amused her girlfriend. If she felt bold, Olivia liked to sneak up behind Jenna and pass her hands under her shirt, cupping Jenna’s breasts in her hands. Jenna loved it when Olivia held them in her hands and fondled them, and Olivia never minded.
She watched her lover’s body with hungry eyes, from the rosy pink tips of her breasts, down her stomach, to the patch of curly hair between her legs. Olivia wanted to run her fingers down her body and hear Jenna gasp, but instead, she kept feigning sleep and observed, as Jenna slipped on a pair of underwear she took from her drawer. Jenna only ever wore one type of underwear; they were always delicate and feminine, with lace that would tickle her soft skin and make her bottom seem perfectly round. The garment would curve over her behind, showing most of it off and Olivia loved the way it looked on the older woman.
Jenna had gotten her a pair, once, but she had felt inadequate in them. She could not convey the same type of beauty Jenna did, no matter how hard she tried. However, nothing stopped her from bestowing delicate, lacy underwear upon her girlfriend, when she felt like it.
What she loved and always had loved about her girlfriend was how comfortable she could be about anything and everything. Jenna was always ready to try new things with her and Olivia could honestly say that there had never been a night spent with her where she hadn’t been satisfied. Jenna knew her body well and knew how to make her feel alive.
Jenna was never afraid to use her body to please her, or to bring in a new toy, or technique, to the bedroom, to make things interesting. Olivia craved her touch and her kisses, despite the fact that she deprived herself of those very things, because she was stubborn.
She remembered their first time and how eager Jenna had been to undress her. She still remembered her curious hands on her body, re-exploring new territory, and finding out just how far their land went. Olivia remembered everything about that night, but most of all, she remembered hot patient Jenna had been, with her.
There had been an incident, once, when Olivia had tried to surprise her girlfriend, with sexy lingerie. Jenna looked good in whatever she wore and she would often buy daring silk or lacy garments, to please Olivia, or maybe even herself, and it always worked. Olivia would ravish her, leaving needy kisses to her body, her hands undoing the complicated bows and strings.
She had wanted to return the favour, once, and had summoned her courage, to pick a piece for herself, but she was not like Jenna and she was much more conservative, when it came to these things. She had always been shy about her body and she could not wear little to no clothing - no matter how many times she had been intimate with Jenna, but she had tried.
She still blushed to the root of her hair, when she recalled the way Jenna had been with her that night, when she had seen her in her almost see through three-piece set.
Olivia thought for sure Jenna wouldn’t bother with a shirt, but instead, she pulled out a t-shirt and slipped it on. It reached her navel and Olivia had to admit that it was a very lovely sight. There were many mornings when her girlfriend would dress this way. She would put on a short top that was tight enough to hug her chest, but that would loosen up around her stomach and stop at her belly button, leaving Olivia with a nice view of her panties.
In her opinion, it was the perfect picture of comfort and it was that much easier to feel her girlfriend’s body against her own, to touch her skin, and to gaze at her beauty, for as long as she wanted.
Jenna left the bedroom soon afterwards and Olivia turned over in bed, closing her eyes to keep the images of her girlfriend in her mind.
She recalled the previous night with ease - of Jenna’s murmured exclamations, as she pleasured her with her fingers, while sucking on her skin. Jenna had come completely undone by her and it aroused her to see her girlfriend this way - to know that she could bring her to these heights with her own body, no matter how inadequate she thought it was.
She was slowly snapped out of her thoughts, by the strong smell of coffee and the soft clank of a tray being set by the table at the foot of the bed. The mattress dipped once more and still she pretended to sleep, when Jenna kissed her way up from her stomach to her lips.
Olivia wrapped her arms around Jenna’s neck and pulled her down for another kiss, making her laugh, in a form of greeting.
“Bon matin...”/ “Good morning...”
“’Morning.” She said, offering Jenna a smile that she returned.
“T’as l’air d’être de bonne humeur. T’as aimé la vue, tantôt?”/ “You seem to be in a good mood. Did you enjoy the view?” She teased, her chest brushing against her own bare one. Olivia was tempted to pull off Jenna’s shirt and to mesh their bodies together, as they had been hours before.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Je dormais.”/ “... I was sleeping.” She tried, but Jenna knew better. She always did. She laughed and the sound of her laughter pulled her closer, until she could smell Jenna’s hair.
“Dans c’cas, j’ai fait à manger.”/ “In that case, I made breakfast.” Olivia ignored her, gently pushing her down on the bed. She clambered on top of her, her hands going from her underwear to her shirt, while Jenna gave a breathless laugh, her own hands on her body.
“Breakfast can wait. I’m having you first.” She murmured, pushing Jenna’s shirt up, trailing a series of kisses down her chest, marveling at the beauty that was Jenna, and worshiping it as only she could. Jenna was hers and hers only.
OWARI
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started writing: October 12th 2014, 11:32pm
Finished writing: October 13th 2014, 12:28am
Started typing: November 25th 2014, 1:57pm
Finished typing: November 25th 2014, 2:41pm