3~ Since you expressed interest in threading.healsforjusticeDecember 3 2011, 13:49:04 UTC
This was not good, not good at all. Amelia might have understood that the hotel was prone to giving people unusual impulses, but when that meant she found herself randomly leaning in to suddenly kiss a complete stranger, she was more than a little embarrassed with herself.
Luckily the need for air meant she had to pull back from making out with the woman eventually, even if it had been nice. She wasn't sure what was worse at this point. The fact that she enjoyed herself, or the fact that her body was telling her there was more more skin she could indulge in with her lips.
"I-I'm really sorry about that, honestly!" she stammered, face red and trying her hardest to focus on a sincere apology and not on the wish to start exploring the person in front of her more with her mouth.
The gentle tugs earned more whimpers from Amelia, the girl squirming as the assault on her neck continued. She continued her own touches and actions, rocking into her companion, feeling rather lightheaded. It certainly seemed like there was no turning back now for either of them.
Breath light and gasping, one of her legs hitched up to rub against her partner again, this time going all the way across, over Shepard's lap as she pressed up against her. The friction that was builing up only made things all the warmer, and the princess hoped that the woman would soon come across the zip at the back of her dress. Meanwhile, at least there was something she could do, her free hand slowly moving down and carefully sliding under the hem of her partner's top. Hopefully she wasn't being too forward, letting her hand trail up her body, warm palm cupping one breast gently.
Shepard made a pleased noise as Amelia draped herself across her lap, rocking against her, practically grinding - the other woman's uninhibited need was a pleasure to feel. Most of the women she'd been with in the past had been shy creatures, and this encounter had started out that way, but was rapidly turning into something else. And Shepard definitely couldn't complain.
Her fingers caught on the zipper on the back of Amelia's dress, tugging it down, baring smooth skin underneath it which she stroked her fingertips over as it was revealed. The hand on her breast, warm through the cotton of her bra, drew an approving sound from low in her throat, and she arched up to kiss her again, nipping at her lower lip, a little rougher now with her rising desire.
Truth be told, Amelia wasn't one to be terribly forward, no matter who she was with. Any act was usually done with the aim of reciprocating and pleasing a partner, and that was the case here. Still, the feelings that the mistletoe had stirred up had boosted her confidence somewhat, enough for her to be less hesitant, and more secure in believing her actions would not be disliked.
Thus, she had no trouble kneading that breast in her palm, firm but gentle. That touch to her back did have an effect though, making her arch up, pressing closer as well, moaning more into the new kiss. Of course, those little nips only kept her lips apart, giving Shepard easy access to her mouth if she desired it.
The dress was quickly dealt with - or at least tugged down out of the way so Shepard could have free reign to do what she wanted right then, which was slide a hand up to one of Amelia's breasts to squeeze it in turn, a little less gently than the other woman, although still with an attempt at being mindful of her comfort. She figured Amelia was at least assertive enough to tell her if she was being too rough.
Amelia was still straddling her lap, and that gave Shepard just the right position to shift up underneath her, nudging her to lie back on the mattress and settling her body in between her legs. With a soft, satisfied sound at the change of position, she pulled away from the kiss - breathless by now, her hair falling forward over her shoulders - only to bend her head and nip at Amelia's collarbone, soothing any particularly rough bites with a stroke of her tongue, gradually making her way downward. She couldn't help but want to taste every inch of her.
Even with the brat still in the way, Amelia responded well to the sudden touch to her chest, mewing into the kiss all the more. It seemed she hadn't caused any discomfort, so Shepard was more than welcome to continue, as she got no protest from the other female. If anything, she pressed up more against that hand, squirming a little at the pleasant sensations. Of course, she still kept up her own actions with her companion's chest, rubbing and massaging more carefully, but still very tenderly and with a lot of feeling.
The quick shift, the world turning upside down as she was laid on her back was a bit disorientating, but not really an issue. She still enjoyed the ministrations, head falling as she moaned at the attention to her skin. Despite her daze, she did find her partner to be appealing to watch as she attended to her, fingers running through those loose strands of hair. She writhed against the sheets, feeling rather helpless due to the position and onslaught of pleasure. Still, she would get to reciprocate soon enough, she was
Luckily the need for air meant she had to pull back from making out with the woman eventually, even if it had been nice. She wasn't sure what was worse at this point. The fact that she enjoyed herself, or the fact that her body was telling her there was more more skin she could indulge in with her lips.
"I-I'm really sorry about that, honestly!" she stammered, face red and trying her hardest to focus on a sincere apology and not on the wish to start exploring the person in front of her more with her mouth.
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Breath light and gasping, one of her legs hitched up to rub against her partner again, this time going all the way across, over Shepard's lap as she pressed up against her. The friction that was builing up only made things all the warmer, and the princess hoped that the woman would soon come across the zip at the back of her dress. Meanwhile, at least there was something she could do, her free hand slowly moving down and carefully sliding under the hem of her partner's top. Hopefully she wasn't being too forward, letting her hand trail up her body, warm palm cupping one breast gently.
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Her fingers caught on the zipper on the back of Amelia's dress, tugging it down, baring smooth skin underneath it which she stroked her fingertips over as it was revealed. The hand on her breast, warm through the cotton of her bra, drew an approving sound from low in her throat, and she arched up to kiss her again, nipping at her lower lip, a little rougher now with her rising desire.
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Thus, she had no trouble kneading that breast in her palm, firm but gentle. That touch to her back did have an effect though, making her arch up, pressing closer as well, moaning more into the new kiss. Of course, those little nips only kept her lips apart, giving Shepard easy access to her mouth if she desired it.
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Amelia was still straddling her lap, and that gave Shepard just the right position to shift up underneath her, nudging her to lie back on the mattress and settling her body in between her legs. With a soft, satisfied sound at the change of position, she pulled away from the kiss - breathless by now, her hair falling forward over her shoulders - only to bend her head and nip at Amelia's collarbone, soothing any particularly rough bites with a stroke of her tongue, gradually making her way downward. She couldn't help but want to taste every inch of her.
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The quick shift, the world turning upside down as she was laid on her back was a bit disorientating, but not really an issue. She still enjoyed the ministrations, head falling as she moaned at the attention to her skin. Despite her daze, she did find her partner to be appealing to watch as she attended to her, fingers running through those loose strands of hair. She writhed against the sheets, feeling rather helpless due to the position and onslaught of pleasure. Still, she would get to reciprocate soon enough, she was
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