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[Fang suddenly stops and lets out a shuddering breath; with how ridiculously aroused she is, even that little brush against her clit is enough to bring her ministrations to a halt.]
[The stinging slap is enough to spur her back into action, and she (gently) tugs on that nipple with her teeth in retaliation, accompanied by a throaty growl. A hand seizes one of Vanille's wrists and pushes it against the shower wall; if she didn't need her other arm to steady them both, she'd have done the same with the other wrist, too.]
Cheeky minx. [Just for that, she's going to leave the other breast unattended. She finishes at the current one with a hard suck and a last flick of the tongue before Fang starts downward again, kissing and nipping at her lover's stomach.]
[now pinned against the shower wall, options have become limited for vanille, who revels in the feel of fang's teeth grazing at her nipple. instead of teasing her love's skin any further, she chooses instead to tangle her fingers into fang's messy mane. it's far more workable now that the water has loosened the dark strands to the point where they're pliable. looping the hair around her fingers, she presses her fiancée's head closer to her stomach, steadily encouraging her...
until she tugs a little at her partner's head, her voice low and soft; it's the kind of tone that implies an ulterior motive.]
We're plenty clean now, don't you think?
[clearly they're not, given that both their legs must be slick to the touch with something other than bathwater, but... a shower's hardly the best place to do much of anything they seem to have in mind.]
[Fang makes a quiet, very irritated noise. Why interrupt her now? Vanille knows well that she could support her. Though, it was a little impressive her partner could tell her no, this close, after all their attentions.]
What are you playin' at? [She mutters into Vanille's skin, her fingertips ghosting up the back of her thighs into a caress of her cheeks.]
Fine. [Fang's still displeased with the disruption, but she's in a very good position to carry Vanille up with her as she stands, hands shifting to support her under her legs again. Her steps aren't as quick as she'd like, but now would be a horrible time to slip on the floor, straight out of the shower as they are.]
[The older woman dips her head to murmur into her fiancée's ear.] You're not gonna stop me when we get to that bed, you hear? [Fang says it like a warning.]
[a devilish giggle escapes vanille's lips, pleased to have gotten exactly what she wanted. her legs lock around fang's waist, and she quickly reaches over to grab a towel from the rack before her finacée leads them out of the bathroom. she loosely drapes it around the both of them before resting her arms around fang's shoulders as well, her fingers tracing hearts on the skin of her partner's back.
fang's breathy whisper serves only to excite vanille further. her voice is equal parts playful and husky as she replies,]
If you were planning on stopping, I think I'd have to divorce you before we even got married!
Might have to do the same, if you interrupt me a third time.
[Honesty, taunting her like this. So far along in her first night with her finacée, and making Fang wait longer to listen to her lover unravel under her—to say nothing of her own need.]
[The older woman still regards her partner's motives with a shred of suspicion, but ardor easily overpowers it. She certainly wastes no time crossing to the bed, hardly having time to nip at Vanille's throat again before lowering the two of them down to the plush surface. Fang only pauses to wipe back the bangs plastered to her own face, before giving her partner a pointed look and moving down, intent on picking up where she left off.]
[vanille's last word is cut short as her teasing turns into a whine upon fang's renewed exploration of her body. it's a very happy whimper, though, as evidenced by the grin on her face feeling fang's eyes try to figure out where to attack next.
... there's a slightly masochistic part of her that actually wants to find out what fang's "punishment" would be should she continue to hold out, but... hm. perhaps that could be saved for a night other than the evening of their engagement.
with that decided, she finds a comfortable hold around fang's neck and brings her fiancée's face closer to hers. at the same time that she forces her partner's mouth open with her tongue, she pushes down on the small of fang's back to press their breasts together. after flicking her tongue against the backs of fang's teeth, she withdraws quickly to sigh,]
Can you believe... this is our first time as an engaged couple? I almost feel like a schoolgirl all over again...!
[Vanille's assertiveness earns her an approving groan. The fingers of one hand curl into the sheets and the other scratches down Vanille's side as they kiss, and at this point Fang can't not grind a little against her lover's leg.]
[She nips teasingly at the other's lip as they part.]
Oh, don't you even start.
[Another quick kiss, and Fang's sliding down to kiss her partner's breast. The hand resting at Vanille's side trails down, palm pressing against her center.]
It hasn't been that long since you were a schoolgirl.
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[The stinging slap is enough to spur her back into action, and she (gently) tugs on that nipple with her teeth in retaliation, accompanied by a throaty growl. A hand seizes one of Vanille's wrists and pushes it against the shower wall; if she didn't need her other arm to steady them both, she'd have done the same with the other wrist, too.]
Cheeky minx. [Just for that, she's going to leave the other breast unattended. She finishes at the current one with a hard suck and a last flick of the tongue before Fang starts downward again, kissing and nipping at her lover's stomach.]
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until she tugs a little at her partner's head, her voice low and soft; it's the kind of tone that implies an ulterior motive.]
We're plenty clean now, don't you think?
[clearly they're not, given that both their legs must be slick to the touch with something other than bathwater, but... a shower's hardly the best place to do much of anything they seem to have in mind.]
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What are you playin' at? [She mutters into Vanille's skin, her fingertips ghosting up the back of her thighs into a caress of her cheeks.]
Fine. [Fang's still displeased with the disruption, but she's in a very good position to carry Vanille up with her as she stands, hands shifting to support her under her legs again. Her steps aren't as quick as she'd like, but now would be a horrible time to slip on the floor, straight out of the shower as they are.]
[The older woman dips her head to murmur into her fiancée's ear.] You're not gonna stop me when we get to that bed, you hear? [Fang says it like a warning.]
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fang's breathy whisper serves only to excite vanille further. her voice is equal parts playful and husky as she replies,]
If you were planning on stopping, I think I'd have to divorce you before we even got married!
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[Honesty, taunting her like this. So far along in her first night with her finacée, and making Fang wait longer to listen to her lover unravel under her—to say nothing of her own need.]
[The older woman still regards her partner's motives with a shred of suspicion, but ardor easily overpowers it. She certainly wastes no time crossing to the bed, hardly having time to nip at Vanille's throat again before lowering the two of them down to the plush surface. Fang only pauses to wipe back the bangs plastered to her own face, before giving her partner a pointed look and moving down, intent on picking up where she left off.]
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[vanille's last word is cut short as her teasing turns into a whine upon fang's renewed exploration of her body. it's a very happy whimper, though, as evidenced by the grin on her face feeling fang's eyes try to figure out where to attack next.
... there's a slightly masochistic part of her that actually wants to find out what fang's "punishment" would be should she continue to hold out, but... hm. perhaps that could be saved for a night other than the evening of their engagement.
with that decided, she finds a comfortable hold around fang's neck and brings her fiancée's face closer to hers. at the same time that she forces her partner's mouth open with her tongue, she pushes down on the small of fang's back to press their breasts together. after flicking her tongue against the backs of fang's teeth, she withdraws quickly to sigh,]
Can you believe... this is our first time as an engaged couple? I almost feel like a schoolgirl all over again...!
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[She nips teasingly at the other's lip as they part.]
Oh, don't you even start.
[Another quick kiss, and Fang's sliding down to kiss her partner's breast. The hand resting at Vanille's side trails down, palm pressing against her center.]
It hasn't been that long since you were a schoolgirl.