Inspiration

Warning: yuri, lemon, PWP

Feedback: Always loved and cuddled!! ^~

She didn't, hadn't ever, expected it to be like this. What "it" was, she wasn't quite sure, but it wasn't usually like this. Or, maybe it was and she just wasn't that experienced. She knew she wasn't experienced, actually. She wasn't experienced at all, but that wasn't supposed to matter when you were with someone you cared about, doing something you were sure you wanted to, going somewhere you had never gone before. There was touching, a lot of touching and kisses and tongues. There was heat and warmth and short sensations quite unlike warmth, but not exactly cold. It was different, and she liked it that way. Was she supposed to do it this way? Was this right? Should she touch here or maybe here or over there? This was nice, warm, cold, together. She leaned into the touch, was it a touch, or was it something else? A touch seemed too mundane a description, but how else should she describe it? Was she thinking too much, was that nice? Oh yes it was, but was it supposed to be?

The touching continued, going down to areas that usually made her blush to think about touching herself, but when someone else touched there, it was just nice and she liked it a lot and she never ever wanted the touch to stop. She wanted to touch the other there, too, and the shirt just came off. She had thought that the shirt had come off a while ago, but obviously not. She was touched gingerly, harshly, in just the right spots. This was nice, definitely nice. She tried not to think too much, but she was thinking more than she ever had, her thoughts were just racing around in circles, or was it rectangles, or maybe even a trapezoid. The touches continued, everywhere, on the chest, down there, on her legs, down there, on her face, down there, down there. She tried touching back, but, no, she was told to just let her do what she wanted. She didn't want to argue, didn't want to make her mad, no, just be happy, be happy, love me.

She touches her, always so nice, always nice, whenever and wherever she touches her and she likes it and wants it. It was nice, even though what it was hadn't been defined yet. Could it be sex or was it just snogging? Was there a word to define it, was she ruining everything by trying to capture it with a word, just one word. Defining things is hard but sometimes--oh, that was nice the tongue and the heat and the shivers just kept on coming. That was nice, yes, it most certainly was. Every time she did that to her she couldn't think, phrases just kept on coming, not making sense. It was like she was underwater, like she was a flower. She felt shy, open for the world to see, unchaste, there, always there, waiting.

There was that kiss again, that nice kiss that only she could do it was there. Impossible, can't stop, please, oh, oh, please. It was so nice, but there was that word again: 'it'. What did it mean, what exactly did it specify--oh god. Did she love her, if she didn't love her, then why did she love her? She loved her, love, oh, there it was, the tongue was back down there, doing the nice things and, oh, that, oh, that was all that she could think about. Never, never, never stop, oh, please don't. It's so nice; it hurts slightly, but so nice - never stop liking it, so much touching, pleasing, licking, arching, wanting. It should never stop, never. She reached up, grasped her head, massaging, trying to show love. Can't speak, thoughts blurred, eyes muddled, or was it the other way around … did it matter? No it didn't. Could only think of the tongue down there was this an, an, an--oh it had better be, if this was an or—ooh, if this wasn't then she didn't know if she could stand an actual one … what was that word again? Who was she? Where was she … look at the stars!

She slowly started to regain speech, the use of her mouth, eyes and hands and reached down and stroked her hair. Her hair, her beautiful hair that she didn't like, but she did. It was so luscious and long and frizzy, sure, but so was hers and it fit and it was so soft and pretty and she could just nuzzle it forever. Dazed smiles from everywhere, sparkles still resting on the edge of her vision. She thought that she had just had an orgasm--that was the word she was thinking of earlier, couldn't think of, but now she could. Warm smiles there now in place of the dazed ones, happy smiles that warmed her inside a little more than what she had just done did; it warmed her in a different place but it was nice and she liked it. She cuddled up to her, resting her head on her chest listening to her heartbeat and listening to her deep ragged breaths and just living. She was cuddled and cuddled back and kissed and kissed back and this was nice in a way nicer that what they had just been doing, but in a different way it wasn't like she wanted to give up what they just did cuz that had been very nice but this was a very nice end to it and she just was in love.