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[belpaese]

[She's been getting ready for longer than wants to admit--fidgeting, doing and re-doing her hair, changing her skirt over and over. The painting of Hellas is in the next room over, inches away from being done, but she can't. Of course, she's not going to say that. She goes back into the art room to make sure the little table is properly set, tugs

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[belpaese]

[Red-faced, she puts her hands flat on the wall to keep herself from moving again. This isn't as humiliating as it could be, partly because she's wanted Hellas's hands on her in some way, and she's getting what she wants, isn't she? So she sniffs hard and presses her forehead into the wall, too. Her backside doesn't sting anymore, it's gone numb, but it burns where Hellas hits her.]

[belpaese]

[She puts touches Hellas's waist and looks as if she's about an inch away from breaking down into a giggling fit, but from somewhere deep inside of her she musters up an ounce of seriousness. She can't keep the smile off her face, though.] I don't have much choice!

[While she talks, she runs her soft, smooth hands up Hellas's sides, around and down her back, to finally rest on her hips. She's still waiting to be told what to do--she wants to be bossed around, and she's sure Hellas oblige her.]

[gar_demokratia]

Well, I hope you enjoyed it, at least. [leans down a little and mouths at Italy's neck a little, before rocking into her hands]

If you know how my chiton works, take it off.

[belpaese]

Sometimes. [wrinkles her nose and fumbles with the chiton's pins--a little more than she needs to, she still remembers how it works--until it falls off. She braces Hellas's lower back and pulls her in and kisses the spot right between her breasts, looking up for approval.]

[gar_demokratia]

[looks down at her when she's undoing the pins, then smiles when she kisses her] Good. What is your favourite thing to do with a woman, Italy?

[belpaese]

To... put my mouth. Right here. [cups Hellas between her legs and beams up at her]

[gar_demokratia]

[thumbs at her lips, then stands up. The chiton falls to the floor entirely as she moves to lie down on the bed. She leans her upper body against the headboard, then pats the space on the bed between her legs]

[belpaese]

[She gets up too, shimmies out of her skirt and underwear, and practically jumps in bed. But she doesn't go straight for it like people have always told her to; she kisses the inside of Hellas's knee, once again waiting for her blessing.]

[gar_demokratia]

Do it like you would have it done to yourself. [spreads her legs, eager to get to it already.]

[belpaese]

[works her way up Hellas's thigh, glancing up every once in a while, and stops short: just to look at her, to spread her open and put just a finger on her clit, raking the rest of them through the curls between her legs. She's intent--awed, even, like she's trying to memorize the sight and smell of her before even putting her mouth there.]

[gar_demokratia]

[she flushes bright red looking down at Italy, out of arousal. She brings one hand down to the other woman's head and threads her fingers through her hair, then curls a few strand around her hand as she moves her hips up-- Go on, she's quite ready.]

[belpaese]

[she shakes her head to get Hellas's hand out of it, and moves over to mouth at her hipbone, then back over to the spot where her thigh meets her body]

[gar_demokratia]

[well, she did say 'how you'd like it yourself'-- a lesson learned, never ask Italy to do that again because she teases.

She takes her hand out of Italy's hair, but she doesn't stop arching her hips into the touches.]

[belpaese]

[When she's sure Hellas is shaking with impatience, she finally presses one finger into her and licks her clit with a hard, broad stroke, then immediately lightens up the pressure, making tiny circles. Her finger just stays where it is, as a reminder that there's more to come--and to feel the way she knows Hellas is going to tighten around her.]

[gar_demokratia]

[groans hard and grinds her hips down, fisting one hand in the sheets. She's looking down intently, the visual of the girl between her legs another stimulant-- but none of it is enough.]

Italia--

[belpaese]

[pulls the finger out and presses it to her lips, shaking her head, then replaces it. She still keeps the licks light, regardless of what Hellas is doing, and patience has its rewards, and she's certainly not going anywhere.]