[Adara Mires] The weather was warm, the sky cloudy, but it wasn’t raining so far. it was saturday night and many people were out and about, most were downtown to enjoy the various clubs. Groups of younger guys and girls, those not old enough to drink, gather in the park with beer they managed to obtain, drinking, having fun. If one looked pretty carefully, there was a few couples, hetero and gay, making out here and there. Gangs of guys, gangbangers to be, guys who were just hanging were harrassing single or small group of girls with catcalls and wolf whistles. All except one gil that noen dared approach.
She was young, barely legal, if she was, with long dark brown hair and beautiful emerald eyes. The very pretty young woman was sitting on a bench, dressed in sandals, faded skinny jeans and black tank top, leaving the black tribal like tattoo covering her left arm, shoulder to back of the hand, completly exposed. Her pink lips were curled into a soft smile as her fingers played on the guitar she had on her lap. Her senses were heightened tonight as she watched nad listened to her surroundings, particularly the boys harassing the girls. If they decided to do more than be foul mouthed…well they might learn that not all women are defenseless.
For now, she plays a melody then starts to sing: Marilyn Manson Coma White.
[Rory] Rory liked the park at night, with its couples and rowdy teenagers and the air of excitement tinged with unease, with fear. The cause of the later is so often herself that she disregards it for the most part, as people take a wide path around the pretty redhead who would never, ever admit that she’s anything special. She is a born weapon, honed and beaten into submission, trusting and tortured, surviving against all odds, thriving now, in ways she had never imagined she could..
Chicago has been good for Rory O’Bryne.
She is drawn to the music, as always, even if she chews on her lower lip absently when she sees who it is that plays, her head ducking to hide a shy smile behind her curls as she steps closer, stopping when Adara starts to sing, sinking to a crouch just a few feet away, wrapping her arms around her knees, resting her chin on them as she listens…
[Adara Mires] She had heard and felt Rory before the Ahroun had crouched to listen to her. She sang the song with just the right emotions, a very good performance that one will clasp to except maybe a shy redhead. But she didn’t mind it, she never expect to play for others when in public, knowing her rage keep people at bay. She play for the love of it. Though she have to admit to herself, she miss performing on stage.
She stops playing once the song was over. Her gaze rests on Rory, her soft smile turning into awarm, pleased one at seeing her “Good evening gorgeous, how have you been? I missed you” She says, honestly, he voice like a velvet purr tonight. Maybe it was jsut for now, to see what kind of reaction Rory would have if she was sensual in her voice, maybe some future gesture. She was curious to see if her friend liked what they did last time enough to do it again.
She certainly did.
[Rory] She listens with rapt attention as the Fury sings, to both the voice, and the guitar, and how they are woven seamlessly together. She adores music, enough that she strives to learn to play herself even if she admits that she’ll never be as good as Adara, Kora, or any other galliard. She, too, plays because she loves it. No other reason.
She blushes brightly as Adara purrs at her, ducking her head to hide her face behind her curls, answering softly “Hi.”
Single words are easier.
She does, after a moment, uncurl, stretching to stand and make her way to the bench, almost hesitantly as the purr works it’s way through her. she remembers vividly what they’d done last time, and that blush slides across her skin… she settles to sit, and rubs absently at the side of her nose as she searches for what to say next…
[Adara Mires] Her eyes follows Rory, her smile widening slightly, showing perfect white teeth. Well it seem Rory had liked what they have done, from the bright blushing. The Fianna sits beside her and she shifts position slightly so she can look at her better. One hand reaches to take Rory’s, the one not rubbing at her nose, her thumb sliding along the redhead’s skin, the touch soft, warm but not exactly as warm as Rory’s.
“So what have you been up to dear?”She purrs again, looking into the Fostern’s eyes “I’m really happy to see you again. And, is there a song you’d like me to play for you?” She said, emphasis on the you. Letting the shy full moon know that she wanted to offer all her skills to her for the time of a song at least.
Then maybe she’ll offer other skills for something else. Who knows.
Adara looks comfortable and relaxed, as she usually is. There was the ever present warmth of her personality showing, slightly cheerful, the little something that made the young fury a captivating presence. And all of that was directed purely on Rory.
[Rory] She looks at Adara’s hand as it smooths softly over her own and the blush deepens, and she considers briefly pulling away, so exposed and in public and where anyone [Kora] could walk by at any moment… the heat of her skin heightens a degree or two, and she bites on her lower lip as Adara fastens every bit of her charisma and captivating presence on her…
As if she’s the only person in the whole damn world…
It’s disconcerting, uncomfortable, yet something undeniably attractive about it too. She is not touched often, let alone with anything other than rage… and she cherishes each and every moment those in chicago have showed her the simple kindness of skin against skin…
What has she been up too? She remembers the question, finally, and murmurs “Patrols…” And as for a song, she shrugs slightly, and peeks up through her curls “Anything.”
[Adara Mires] Adara lets the touch linger only for a moment, she was conscious that they could be seen in public. Of course she was confident she would hear or smell anyone before they got too close but well you never know. Rory had no scent, others mgiht be that way too. She stays focus on Rory as she replace her grip on the guitar.
“Oh about…I touch myself?”She ask with a wicked, playful grin, watching Rory. Then her grin turn into a smile as she starts playing Love you till the end by the Pogues. Then just to show that she wasn’t trying to completly seduce her..well not just seduce her..she plays Disarm by the Smashing Punkins.
Each song rang true and of course during the first one, she did look into Rory’s eyes for a long moment, then broke contact so shewouldn’t make her friend too uncomfortable. During Disarm, she looked at her once in a while, not as intesely as she wanted to change the atmoshphere just a bit. She knew she could be too intense sometimes and she didn’t want Rory to think she liked her just for sex. She really did like the young metis, period.
[Rory] She… blinks… and it may be very likely that the young metis isn’t aware such a song exists, and the thought of it has her blushing brightly, something that doesn’t abate with the song choice. She listens just as intently as she did the first song, committing very note, every sound to her memory as she is absorbed into the performance.
She doesn’t move away, she listens. She likes Adara, that’s no lie, for many reasons, even what happened last time. She’s been a constant friend when Rory was sure she had none. She trusts her.
and she enjoys listening to her play and sing – a private concert just for her. IN the end she sums it up with a single word. “Wow.”
[Adara Mires] She smiles softly, slightly blushing at the single word of praise “Thank you. It’s fun to play for someone who really appreciate what you’re doing and takes the time to truly listen” She look into Rory’s eyes “I’m lucky to have a friend such as yourself, you know that”
She hand her guitar to Rory “Would you like to play something? Or work on one of the song I played tonight?”She ask, the guitar offered without hesitation, trusting that Rory will take care of it. She has seen her handle her own guitar, she knew the metis would be careful.
“Or maybe you’d like to do something else? I’m open to anything you’re in the mood for” She let one hand rest on Rory’s knee, another brief but soft touch. She was sitting face toward the redhead, knee brushing the Fianna’s thigh and she seemed to be prefectly fine being in such close proximity of her friend. She pass her other hand in her long dark hair, pushing it off her face.
[Rory] She ducks her head, unworthy of such praise, such friendship in her mind, but she gratefully accepts the guitar, handling it as if it’s something precious, something worth more than anything she owns, because it belongs to a friend.
She settles it on her lap, the tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her lips as she thinks, concentrates, and then decides to play something she’d been working on already instead of trying something new just yet. It’s a light, airy Celtic piece, of course, one on Ruarc’s MP3 player. She plays it, perhaps, a little heavier handed than intended, as she’s not quite yet got the hang of it, and its no where near the perfection of Adara’s pieces, but it is passible, enough…
She’s getting better, every time.
As for what she’s in the mood for, she blushes again, and ducks her head away, to concentrate on the chords as she strums the guitar.
[Adara Mires] She listens to Rory playing, her attention wholly focused on her friend. Emerald eyes looking at Rory’s face but also her fingers, watching the way the young Fianna played. It was good, not perfect but it could be. Once the song was over, she tells her friend what she did wrong, her tone soft, not scolding but giving advice, helping. She reach to take Rory hands and place the fingers in the right position for an accord, or a string of note Rory played too heavy, or jsut not completly right. Her touch is soft, light, delicate as if Rory’s hands were precious.
They both knew how strong and tough the fostern was, yet the softness wasn’t due to underestimating, it was because she cared.
“Want to go at it again? And I think I have a feeling what you might be in the mood for, but you’ll have to tell me…or whisper it to me. I don’t want to confuse what I want with what you want hun, ok?”
[Rory] She isn’t strong, or tough, not in social matters, not in relationships […forbidden…] not in so many things that don’t involve blood and gore and tearing things apart. Adara is patient, and kind, and helps her around the spots that she’s had trouble with in the songs… to anyone watching, it’s a friend teaching another a guitar piece.
To Rory, it’s magic.
She nods as Adara asks if she wants to go at it again, and starts to play- though the next words have her blushing again and hiding behind her curls as she stops, then starts over again…
A single word, then, murmured under the music.
“You.”
[Adara Mires] She smiles at her friend, having heard the word but not replying, not yet. She lets Rory play, lets her improve herself without distractions. She wanted the redhead to succeed in learning how to play well. She’ll do everything she can to make it happen.
Once the song his over, she look into Rory’s eyes “It was beautful, like you are”And the way she said it, meant she really did enjoy the song. No sarcasm, just honesty. One hand moved up, fingers brushing the metis’s cheek very tenderly “As forme, yhou can hanve me anytime you want. You only need to ask. You may visit me at the Brotherhood at any time of the day and night. I doubt I’ll ever be unavalaible for you. And of course, we’ll keep things discreet. I don’t want you to get in trouble”
She had no fear for herself, she was afraid for her friend. “Want to continue playing for a while, or should we look for a private place so we can enjoy each other’s presence?”
[Rory] Adara’s fingers slide across her skin, feeling the heat that burns under the freckles, and Rory’s arms slide around the guitar, and hold it close. She squirms slightly under the compliments, unsure, as always, how to take them. and the promise to always be available…
Well, she ducks her head, and peeks at the Fury through the fringe of reddish lashes and curls. She is torn between the choices, but finally she offers the guitar back to The Fury, [forbidden] decision made.
[Adara Mires] She took the guitar and placed it back in the soft case she had placed under the bench when she had arrived earlier. She zipped it and then placed the case on her back, one strap across her chest to hold it there. “And I”m also always avalaible for teaching you and helping you with the guitar. Next time we should try and play together, maybe sing a duet too”
She smiles as she gets up, moving in her usual fuild, manner. She’s graceful, sensual, almost feline. One could wonder if she wasn’t Bastet and not Fury. She starts to walk when Rory was ready “Do you think we could leave my guitar at the Church? It’s closer than the Broho. Then I want us to head outside the city, into the woods. I think it’ll start raining soon…and well, I’d like to be with you under the rain”
She glanced at her friend, knowing none of them would catch a cold in they ended up wet under the rain. She had a feeling Rory might like that proposition. Too bad there wasn’t a thunderstorm tonight. She so had to have sex during one again.
[Rory] and maybe sing… “Oh I san’t cing!” She can hardly speak, let alone sing and while she has a good ear for notes, it doesn’t exactly translate to her singing voice, which is.. well, awful. And not just because her words mix up. she’ll never be able to carry a tune vocally. Ever. But she intends to learn to play passably well, at least.
She looks up at the sky, then to adara, and in the direction of the church, where she bushes brightly, and shifts her weight slightly from foot to foot, before she falls into motion with Adara. She nods, slightly. The Guitar will be safe there, with her own.
But all she can think of, now, is being naked in the rain… “Ok..”
[Adara Mires] She walks with Rory, keeping an easy pace, smiling to her friend “Hmmm can you hum well then? Or do some good oooh or aaahh in a song? You could do the back vocals”She shrug, still smiling “And if you can’t then you’ll play, I’ll sing, it’s all right.”She paused, tilting her head “And you know? We won’t be live on stage. If you feel liek singing, even if you can’t carry a note or mix the words…who cares? We’ll do the singing part for fun and focus on having you play even better than you do right now”
She grins and jump on the back of a bench, pivot on the tip of her of her feet and start walking backward on it “After all, when we can, we need to have a little fun. So we have reasons to live when we fight. If you don’t want to die because yoiu’re enjoying your life. Chances are, you’ll find a way to make it” She jumps down “Granted, sometimes there’s nothing you can do, but you know. It certainly won’t hurt” She wasn’t usually flashy, showing up her athletic skills liek that but she wanted to prove a point.
Just let loose sometimes. “Ever played tag? Goal of the game is to touch someone, brief contact then run your ass off and avoid getting touched or it’s your turn again to touch someone?” She smack Rory’s butt gently “Well tag, you’re it”
She start ot run, laughing softly, intent on playing tag until they reach the Church. It should be fun and a fair test of skill for both women.
[Rory] She watches her, even as she shakes her head, the chances of her humming along, let alone singing is slim to none… but she flushes and shakes her head at Adara’s carefree attitude about it all. She’s never been that way, might not ever be…
Then Adara suggests tag, and her brow furrows until the Fury explains the rules. She’s seen children running around, slaping each other, laughing and dashing off again, giving chase. Even Garou children in the sept in Arizona… here in Chicago… but she has never played herself.
She never was invited.
Adara smacks her and Rory’s hand falls to her own ass where the touch was, blinking… and then? She’s off chasing the Fury, her single mindedness only broken by the little smile she doesn’t have time to hide….
[Adara Mires] They run after each other, two young women having fun, both focused on touching the other, but very deft and skilled, dodging people, exchanging tag a few times. Even slightly handicaped by her guitar, Adara was a slick one. In the end, it didn’t matter to the Fury who won as they arrived at the doors of the Church. The important thing was that both were slightly sweating, breathing faster and having fun
“Enjoyed playing?” She asks as they step in and went to place her guitar with Rory’s. Then if the Fianna didn’t need anything, they left and headed toward the city limits “Would you prefer we take a cab, take a walk on te otherside or jsut go on foot like this? We could always take the bus and scare people”
She smiles warmly. She was teasing about the scaring, though they would make them very much uncomfortable.
[Rory] She runs after Adara touches her, runs away again over and over again as they make their way to the church. She isn’t breathless when they arrive, but she is laughing – something that rarely happens. She’s trying to duck away from another tag just as they hop up the steps to the Church, settling down only then so that they don’t disturb anyone in the pack house as they drop off the guitar.
She doesn’t need anything, having a place at last to keep her things, and knowing there’s no need for her tools or the like where they’re going – for why they are going.
She shrugs a shoulder, slightly. “I have mo noney..” Which would negate half of those ideas. The other’s she is open too, equally.
[Adara Mires] She smiled at her “I can pay for the rides, it’s no big deal. But we can walk some, I don’t think it’ll rain for an hour or two at least, so we can just take our time, talk..or you know, do this” She gnetly nudge her into a dark alley and press her body against her very softly and taking Rory’s face in her hands, she kiss her, softly at first then more deeply, for a moment.
Then hse breaks the kiss with a smile “So you know..to keep things interesting until we reach the woods” She winks and then step out f the alley with her, walking close but not touching..not yet. There might be eyes. “So, is there anything you’d liek to knoe about me? I know some about you, maybe you’re curious about me”She say, glacing at her friend “And ask anything, I’ve no secrets for you”
[Rory] She’s nudged into the alley, and she blushes, brightly, hidden by the dark, even as she reacts instanty to the press of lips against hers, her hands lifting, shyly, to rest at Adara’s hips, before sliding around her as she’s pressed close, returning the kiss breathlessly…
Dangerous…
[forbidden]
intoxicating…
They step back out into the street, and she’s glad for the darkness that covers her blush, even as she pushes her curls back, only to have them bounce free into her face again.
She thinks a moment, of what questions she might ask, and settles for what she is curious most about in just about everyone, first… “Where did grou yow up?”
Everyone’s experience is so very different from her own….
[Adara Mires] She smiles at Rory, hands going to her hair, bringing it over her right shoulder to play with it “I was born, adopted and raised in Phoenix. I never knew what happened to my birth mother, not her name, nothing. I was raised by two loving parents who never did anything wrong by me. I was grounded and punished like any other normal kid, but nothing bad.
I stayed at my gathering place after my change. It happened at home and my mother caught me. She never recovered mentally” She said with a sad sigh. She felt so guilty about that. “When I was 16, I moved to Greece and lived amongst my sisters. Eventually I spent a year in Seattle before moving here”
She smiled at Rory. All in all, she had a good life. It’d have been almsot as good as any Garou could ask of their youth, if it wasn’t for traumatizing her mother who was in an Asylum to this day.
[Rory] She tips her head, listening closely, as she speaks of being raised by loving parents. A shadow flickers through her gaze, unable to understand the concept, really. She never had what so many people felt was common pace, normal, loving… Its something she will never have, nor understand.
But it results in kind people like Adara… and her own upbringing results in things [wrong] like Rory…
“Nounds sice…” Wistful, that. even with the trauma to her mother… she had a mother. Rory never knew hers. Never knew anything…
[Adara Mires] She nods, placing a hand on Rory’s shoulder “It was nice. I’m a very lucky girl. I wish I could’ve shared my youth with you. But we both know it would’ve been impossible.” Her hand move from the closest of Rory’s shoulder to the fartest, bringing her gently against her
“I know your childhood was far from fun. That, I can’t change. But now you have a friend, a sister..”She whispers the next wrds “A lover” She speaks normally again “What I can do is make sure that your remaining days, and they shall be numerous will be better. That I swear to you” She smiles, kissing Rory’s forehead raising up slightly on hte ball of her feet then let her go, so they can continue their walk
“Anthing else you want to know?”
[Rory] She resists a moment, then melts against the other girl, letting her pull her lithe form close as she comforts her for something she’ll never quite understand… the losses she suffered affected her profoundly – she never would have known had she no come here.
She would never have known Ray. Derek. Adara. Kora. Roman. They all have profoundly helped shaped her new destiny…
She ducks her head, blushing, as she’s let go, and they continue walking… Then.. “What’s Leece grike?” She’s never been anywhere but Arizona and here…
[Adara Mires] She chuckled softly “It’s beautiful, absolutly gorgeous with beautiful beaches, mountains, some forests and plains. It’s warm, with periods of heavy rain. Though sometimes during the hottest period, the rivers dries up. Still, it’s colorful, with many wonderful smells. I miss it sometimes. Maybe I could take you there for a couple of weeks if you’d like. It’d be really fun.”
She smiles to her “And my tribe is harsh on people like you, but not as harsh as it was in Arizona. Beside you have standing and you’re my friend. You’d be welcomed”
They were walking at a good pace, approaching the city limits.
[Rory] Her people are harsh, and she blushes, and shakes her head. She is barely comfortable here… going there would be almost unbareable… even if she has standing, and is her friend. Especially because she is her friend. She wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt her, especially in the minds of her sisters.
They walk at a good pace, and she tucks her hands into the pockets of her jeans, comfortable with walking great distances, with the exertion of muscles and freedom of movement. All she says though, is a soft…
“Nounds sice…”
[Adara Mires] She nods “It’s really nice. You really need to visit one day. We’ll have a blast. And we could be a little more…free than here, if you know what I mean” She grins “My sisters are more open minded than some on girls with girls. Being who you are wouldn’t be that important you know. Think about it”
She flashes her a smile. She seemed entirely comfortable with the ida of having her metis friend there and even be kinda public with her. It would be forwned upon because Rory was sin born, but it wouldn’t be damaging to her standing, so in the end, she didn’t care much. She only wanted to show a beautiful part of the world to the Fianna.
She could see the woods as they left the city and her smile widen. The air was heavier, rain should start pretty soon. And then, she’ll be enjoying Rory’s body and touch under the warm summer rain.
[Rory] She blushes, brightly, and peeks at Adara as she asks that she think about it. She nods, slightly, that she will, but makes no promises. It is difficult to think about for the socially inverted Metis… to go abroad, meet others – though learning more of the world holds its own appeal….
They leave the city, and she looks up at the sky, and breathes deeply, before she offers Adara another shy smile, and nudges her with her shoulder…
then, softly… “tag.”
before she takes off like a shot…
[Adara Mires] She blins then laughs as she starts to run after the beautiful metis. She sprints after her running to the woods with her, ducking bushes nad branches, jumping over roots as the sky opens up and rain start to pours. It was slightly cold to their warm skin and for Adara it felt really good.
After some time she managed to tag Rory and starts in another vdirection. Rain is soaking them both and after a moment, she turn with a grin toward Rory, taking off her drenched tank top, exposing her firm breasts, looking lustfully at the Ahroun
“Come and tag me” She purrs softly, waiting for her friend to come closer.
[Rory] She doesn’t make it easy for the Fury to catch her, and she laughs as the sky opens, and the rain falls and soaks them both. Adara tags her and starts off, Rory giving chase as the rain drips through her curls…
she skids to a stop when Adara stops and faces her, and takes off her shirt. Rory blushes, brightly, and ducks her head, but she can’t quite look away… and when adara purrs at her, she swallows, hard, and steps closer… closer still..
and daringly, when she’s within reach, she lifts her hand, and brushes her palm against Adara’s nipple, feather light…
“…tag…”
[Adara Mires] She watches Rory, biting her lower lip slighty in anticipation. The feather light touch on her nipple send a jolt through her body, making her nipples hard, finishing the job the rain had started.
“I think we’re about to tag each other a lot” She whispers softly as she moves closer to Rory,her breath caressing Rory’s neck. She lift Rory’s shirt to expose the Fianna’s beautiful breasts, pressing hers against them, hands moving down Rory’s side, coming to a stop in the small of her back
“I want you so badly, my sweet, beautiful Rory” She breathe before her lips brushes the Ahroun’s. She kisses her deeply, her tongue moving past parted lips after a while, to seek Rory’s. She’s more passionate than the first time..well maybe not more, but less controlled. Under the rain, in the forest, being wild, lustful, burning with passion seemed to fit.
[Rory] She’s fascinated by the instant reaction to her touch, brushing Adara’s breasts again before submitting to having her own shirt taken off and tossed to the side… she gasps as she is pulled close to Adara, her breath caught and held as the Fury whispers…
Then she’s being kissed, and she slides her arms around Adara and parts her lips, returning the kiss fully, her tongue teasing, tasting, timid yet with confidence blooming as it’s not the first time, and she knows… knows that the Fury will not hurt her…
She’s trembling as the kiss deepens, her fingers spreading against Adara’s back, a soft moan sounding in the back of her throat…
[Adara Mires] If Rory doubted Adara’s attraction to her, or how much she enjoyed her touch and her body after their first time, well now it’d be hard to deny it. The tell tale signs are there, pheremones, quickening of the heartbeat, a certain wetness between the Fury’s legs that has nothing to do with the rain, and everything to do with the Fianna. Rory might even be able to smell Adara’s arousal despite the rain.
The Galliard undoes Rory’s pants and pushes them down, panties as well, leaving her naked. Her hands starts to explore the redhead’s body: back, wet hair, cheeks, breasts, belly, hips thighs, inner thighs sex…never staying for long, the velvety touch just moving slowly, reexploring a body she remembered perfectly.
Eventually one hand cupped one of Rory’s breasts, her thumb and index teasing a nipple, while her other hand was half pressed against the full moon’s cheek, half hidden in red hair, grabbing some tightly but not to hurt, but to possess. She wanted Rory for herself, in this moment. She wanted her all and she would give herself entirely, to be possessed by the metis.
[Rory] She kicks her pants aside, leaving herself bare to adara’s whims, as hands start to explore… her touch maddeningly brief in all places, lingering no where and everywhere at once until she finally cups a breast, fingers hidden in her hair, the kiss deepening, possessive…. Rory makes another soft sound, even as nimble fingers fight to remember how to work, to get the Fury into the same state she is – naked under the rain….
When they are finally bare to the elements, to each other, she slowly, shyly, does to Adara what had been done to her, touch lingering a bit longer, but sliding away again, over cheeks, breasts, belly hips… and after a moments hesitation, so achingly shy, she slips her fingers between the Fury’s thighs, dipping to feel silken wetness…
[Adara Mires] She moaned softly into the kiss as Rory explore her body. She loved the way her fingers felt on her skin. She didn’t break the kiss as she finds herself naked, their clothes now wet and muddied on the ground. Adara couldn’t care less, in fact the clothes aren’t even remotly on her mind when Rory touches her warm, soft, almost dripping sex. She broke the kiss a moment, taking a sharp breath in, biting her lower lip jsut before a loud moan escape her lips.
“I want you to badly” She confesses before kissing her once more, fiercely, as hard, lusful and hungry as any of her previous male lovers. Both women were lithe, both were much stronger than they looked, in fact both were as strong if not stronger than most men.
One hand keep cupping, caressing, fondling Rory’s breast, teasing her nipple. The other eventually leave her cheek and move down her back, sliding sensually, almsot achingly slow over the curve of her soft butt, middle finger moving between Rory’s cheeks to tease her tight hole, pressing her a little against Adara, but allowing hr enough space if she wanted to continue exploring her sex.
[Rory] She moans softly, the sound caught by the intensity of adara’s kiss, her body reacting as it has with each of her lovers, making her hungry, filling her with sensations she barely understands as Adara’s hands linger and slide and play…
She parts the Fury’s labia softly, and when Adara presses her close, she uses the movement to slide her hand farther, exploring along wet folds, before sliding a finger deep inside, feeling slick muscles ripple against her skin…
Her breath is a soft pant, a softer moan as she loses herself in the sensations Adara builds in her with words and touch and reactions…
[Adara Mires] Rory’s finger slide very easilly inside Adara her tight sex contracting around it, making the Fury moan even more into the kiss. Her finger continue to tease Rory’s hole, pressing against it but not entering. Maybe later using Rory’s or her own juices to make her finger slick, allowing it to glide more easilly in the fianna’s butt. And Gaia knew she was wetting for two at the moment. She part her legs slightly, allowing better access to Rory.
Her other hand was caressing Rory’s breast more, the touch still soft but the desire unmistakable. She slowly break the kiss, letting her lips rest against the Ahroun’s as she whisper “I want you to taste me..and I want to taste you as wel.”
Keeping her contact with her lover’s ass and letting her stay in contact with her sex, she slowly move to lay down on the ground if Rory wants it. She guide her into a sixty nine, her finger still teasing her hole, while her lips left soft kisses all over Rory’s inner thighs and sex. Finally her tongue joins in and she start to tease her with hte tip, tracing pattern all over her sex, then she licks her labias and clit.
[Rory] Her breath catches, the pressure against her teasing sensations and tingling delight deep in the pit of her belly even as she sinks to the ground with adara, and submits to her guidence for position… each little kiss electric, as she mirrors the movements the touch, trying to excite the Fury as much as the more talented, experienced Adara does herself…
Her breath catches as lips and tongue find her wet and wanting, the lack of scent forgotten in the sensation of taste… and she parts Adara’s thighs, her breath a soft pant f need, before she dips her head to taste, to slide her tongue in gentle exploration, her fingers finding tight sex and sliding deep inside as she finds sensitive clit with the tip of her tongue..
she trembles as Adara’s explorations build the response deep in her belly… her breath a soft pant against the slick wetness of the Fury’s sex, before she does her best to prove herself a worthy partner, teasing, tasting, licking, suckling.. all while her fingers work deep inside sensitive folds….
[Adara Mires] Rory could be the worst lover in the world and she would still manage to give Adara pleasure. She was so turned on by the Fianna that just clumsy touches might do the trick. Thing was, Rory was not the worst lover in the world and she was a fast study. Which meant that she managed to have pleasure rise quickly and steadilly inside the Fury’s body.
Adara brought her middle finger to Rory’s sex as her tongue continue to lick labias and clit. Once it was covred with her lover’s juices, she pressed it again against Rory’s tight hole, slowly pushing it inside as lips closed to suck gently on sensitive, swollen clit and fingers slid inside her sex, curling, finding her g spot and rubbing it.
Adara was in a state of lusful, passionate bliss, trying to to climax too soon under her friend’s touch, wanting them to reach the edge at the same time or close to it. She had rarely been as aroused as she was tonight. It was a step more than their first time. Maybe it was the settng, the anticipation, the knowledge of how good it could be since they had done it once…maybe it was a combination of all that. It didn’t matter, it just felt so damn good.
[Rory] She falls still for a moment at the slow pressure, before it combines with the other sensations rocketing through her system, and she cries out softly against Adara’s wet sex, her body trembling as she is overwhelmed for a moment… before renewing her efforts to bring the Fury the same level of mindlessness that’s so quickly rising within her own skin…
muscles tremble as hips curl into Adara’s mouth, her touch, her own fingers sliding deep within tight muscles, stroking her, teasing with lips and tongue, her breath a soft pant as she presses herself close… wanting so much to fall over the edge with Adara… to fall and fall and fall again until she is breathless and mindless with need…
It doesn’t take long, it takes forever, it is a whirl of taste and scent and touch, and heat under the cool spill of rain from the heavens as glistening bodies writhe and try to get closer still… soon her belly tightens, almost painfully, and she cries out, holding on to the Fury as release slams through her, exploding through her system in a myriad of sizzling reactions, desire and delight….
[Adara Mires] It odoesn’t take long after Rory’s climax to bring her over the edge herself. Muscles tighten, back arch, toes curl as pleasure explodes inside her, making her release even more juices, her breath fast and warm against Rory’s sex. She lay still ofr a moment, letting most of the sensation pass, enjoying the moment hten she move, facing Rory again, kissing her deeply, each tasting herself on the other’s lips. Adara doesn’t seem to mind as the kiss last for a long time until she breaks it to lick Rory’s fingers, offering hers to her lover.
It doesn’t stop there, so much to do, to touch, to lick and kiss: breasts, neck, back, belly, ass, thighs. Their passionate exploits last for a few hours, both being insatiable for the other, at least the young Fury is. Over and over again, she brings Rory to the edge, sometime with multiple climaxes, jsut as the Fianna brought her into an ecstacy state as often. The rain stops before they do, the night leaving them sweaty, wet, muddy, panting and curled against the other.
Adara holds her close in a tight, loving embrace, leaving soft kisses along Rory’s neck, jawline and cheeks. When she speaks, her voice is low, slightly hoarse from all the moaning and groaning and exclamations. “You are wonderful” She says, one hand caressing Rory’s hair “Tell me you liked it enough to do it again many times”
[Rory] Exhausted, wet, muddy, panting and curled close, she’s held in a tight embrace, covered in kisses… and she curls close, safe and warm and breathless against the Fury… hiding her face against Adara’s neck as she tells her she’s wonderful, her body pressing tight against hers as she trembles in dellighted aftermath…
She murmurs softly against the pulse that still flitters at the hollow of Adara’s neck a single [forbidden] word….
“…yes…”