And Now A Pressie for Arie
When I'm right I'm right. el_em_en_oh_pee did in fact request a Hannah/Lisa smut an after a long battle with the illogical Evil Twin of Amber I decided to give it to her...and thus--as a pressie for her I give you:
They did this every week, in a kind of bizarre twist on a genteel tradition. In her morre sarcastic moments Lisa Turpin commented that they must both be mad, to which Hannah Abbot would laugh girlishly and place a top hat on her head, convenintly conjured to be a brilliant purple. "Then you can be the Hatter this time."
And then Lisa would sigh and begin to hypnotically begin to prepare the tea, with practiced fluid movements as Hannah watched in fascination, while fingering the hem of her petticoats and dress in anticipation. Nothing was rushed, and it always had an air of calm about it...but Hannah always laughed when Lisa added a good deal of firewhiskey to her own tea.
As the tea and firewhiskey dwindled the settings disappeared and so did what pretend inhibitions the pair had, as articles of clothing were hastily removed, wordlessly.
But things were always differnt from that point on, and Hannah reflected, as Lisa bent her over the small table, so that her back was flat against the cold wood, and a fork poked unceremoniously into her spine, that different was very good.
And as Lisa's hand teased her folds she moaned, and reached for the girl, wanting contact elsewhere, but Lisa stayed away, teasing her, and just as she was about to complain, whine with whatever breath she had left, Lisa kissed her. It was one of those toe-curling, steal-your-soul kind of kisses. She wound her hands through her lover's hair, wishing she could just absorb Lisa into her completely.
She arched into Lisa's kiss as the girl's hand wandered to the smooth well of her hip, pushing her slightly harder into the table.
With practised ease, Lisa slipped her finger into Hannah, making her moan with pleasure as she tightened atound Lisa's hand, moans that were quieted by slow, feather-light, drug-like, addictive kisses by her lover. She groaned as those kisses moved to her neck, collarbone and she arched her back as they reached her breasts, her nipples hard against her lover's lips. but then shivered in more than cold as those kisses continued southward down her stomach, giggling slightly and gasping as Lisa laved her bellybutton with her tongue.
"Oh, Sweet Circe," she moaned loudly as Lisa kissed her folds and removed her fingers. "Please Lisa!" Her body tensed further as she heard Lisa chuckle, and it wasn't long until she had started licking Hannah's clit lightly, not enough to make her come, still teasing.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Hannah, Lisa changed position, angling her head differently and began hitting her pliant lover's clit in a different way, so much so that Hannah began babbling "Oh...please ohpleaseohpleaseOH...LISA!" As she wrapped her legs around the girl's head, begging as orgasm pended ever closer, due to the girl's tongue-work. As Lisa curled her tongue around Hannah's clit and sucked slightly the girl came.
After making sure that Hannah could support herself again Lisa stood, and brushing a hand through her mussed hair, retrieved a tart from the far end of the table, nibbling on it. And then offering her lover a bite as well.
"Next week." She murmured, kissing Hannah chastely on the forehead, "I get to be Alice."
They did this every week, in a kind of bizarre twist on a genteel tradition. In her morre sarcastic moments Lisa Turpin commented that they must both be mad, to which Hannah Abbot would laugh girlishly and place a top hat on her head, convenintly conjured to be a brilliant purple. "Then you can be the Hatter this time."
And then Lisa would sigh and begin to hypnotically begin to prepare the tea, with practiced fluid movements as Hannah watched in fascination, while fingering the hem of her petticoats and dress in anticipation. Nothing was rushed, and it always had an air of calm about it...but Hannah always laughed when Lisa added a good deal of firewhiskey to her own tea.
As the tea and firewhiskey dwindled the settings disappeared and so did what pretend inhibitions the pair had, as articles of clothing were hastily removed, wordlessly.
But things were always differnt from that point on, and Hannah reflected, as Lisa bent her over the small table, so that her back was flat against the cold wood, and a fork poked unceremoniously into her spine, that different was very good.
And as Lisa's hand teased her folds she moaned, and reached for the girl, wanting contact elsewhere, but Lisa stayed away, teasing her, and just as she was about to complain, whine with whatever breath she had left, Lisa kissed her. It was one of those toe-curling, steal-your-soul kind of kisses. She wound her hands through her lover's hair, wishing she could just absorb Lisa into her completely.
She arched into Lisa's kiss as the girl's hand wandered to the smooth well of her hip, pushing her slightly harder into the table.
With practised ease, Lisa slipped her finger into Hannah, making her moan with pleasure as she tightened atound Lisa's hand, moans that were quieted by slow, feather-light, drug-like, addictive kisses by her lover. She groaned as those kisses moved to her neck, collarbone and she arched her back as they reached her breasts, her nipples hard against her lover's lips. but then shivered in more than cold as those kisses continued southward down her stomach, giggling slightly and gasping as Lisa laved her bellybutton with her tongue.
"Oh, Sweet Circe," she moaned loudly as Lisa kissed her folds and removed her fingers. "Please Lisa!" Her body tensed further as she heard Lisa chuckle, and it wasn't long until she had started licking Hannah's clit lightly, not enough to make her come, still teasing.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Hannah, Lisa changed position, angling her head differently and began hitting her pliant lover's clit in a different way, so much so that Hannah began babbling "Oh...please ohpleaseohpleaseOH...LISA!" As she wrapped her legs around the girl's head, begging as orgasm pended ever closer, due to the girl's tongue-work. As Lisa curled her tongue around Hannah's clit and sucked slightly the girl came.
After making sure that Hannah could support herself again Lisa stood, and brushing a hand through her mussed hair, retrieved a tart from the far end of the table, nibbling on it. And then offering her lover a bite as well.
"Next week." She murmured, kissing Hannah chastely on the forehead, "I get to be Alice."