[ She makes a soft sound of approval against her lips, idly noting how eager Heather is but not caring to stop her. Meg's hand curls into those soft, blonde curls as she returns the kiss, echoing that warmth with her own and pressing against her hand to encourage her. ]
[ Guided by instincts, Heather rucks the fabric of her shirt up and cups her breast, lightly teasing her nipple by running her index finger around the tender flesh. Her kisses slow, but her body moves instead, gently rubbing her thigh against the apex between Meg's lovely legs. ]
There you go, Barbie, [ she says softly, smiling against Heather's lips. Meg's free hand settles on the other girl's hip, playing at the edge of her underwear, from the small of her back to the front, where her fingers hook in but don't pull just yet. Another moment or two of enjoying the attention, then she'll get work. ]
[ She squeezes her, laughing softly. ] You know, [ Heather mumbles against her lips as her free hand joins the other. ] People joke around but you're the only one who really calls me that.
Well, you've got the looks. [ She makes a soft, approving sound, and slips her hand inside the thin fabric, gradually moving lower. ] Though I wonder if you can be as... [ her voice trails off for a moment as she presses her lips against Heather's. ] ...flexible.
[ She nips her bottom lip before kissing a slow trail down her neck, pushing some hair out of the way to nip her skin. She wants to have her mouth all over her chest, but is more curious about what Meg's plans are with her hand under that lacy black fabric down there. ]
I'm betting you could go to the Olympics with this body, [ Meg hums thoughtfully, remembering the musculature that accentuated those curves of hers. Heather here may have the Barbie look, but there was definitely more to her than just that - exactly what Megara likes. It's a crying shame she's got her other hand in the girl's hair, or she'd have to remind herself of each and every little detail, each muscle or curve - just in case she missed something before.
But for now, there's the matter of what to do with her hand. These long, slender fingers of hers left a lot of options to choose from, and it's hard to decide which appeals the most. So she starts off simple, teasing little circles down and down, feeling out the soft skin she has to explore, and eventually Meg comes to find a tender spot, her touch featherlight as her fingers brush over it. ]
[ Heather is not shy about any noises of pleasure, whining quietly against her skin. Gently, she kneads her breasts with her deft hands, still figuring out what else she wants to do. Inexperience with women doesn't mean she lacks enthusiasm, though, and she tries slowly rubbing her thigh between her legs in response. ]
What else do you like about me? [ Her voice lacks its usual chirpiness, breathy and low, moving up her neck again to lightly nip her ear. ]
[ Inexperience or no, that kind of enthusiasm is always a plus, and it has Meg taking in a slow breath as she rolls her hips back against the girl's leg. She's not so bad at this; maybe Meg should be doing a little more - you know, reward her for all the hard work. ]
Ah, so you're in need of a little... ego boost, is that it? Well... [ she murmurs, shifting to curl her free hand in Heather's hair, tracing circles down to the nape of her neck, ] You're hair's gorgeous, Goldilocks. And I know the carpet matches the drapes...
[ The way her voice has changed is intriguing, Meg thinks as her fingers continue teasing at her apex, wondering just what other changes she could draw out of her. But there's no rush here; they've got all day. Dipping her head, she presses a kiss to Heather's shoulder and makes her way inward, saying, ] And you have really nice bone structure. [ To demonstrate, she bites down, gently pulling the skin over Heather's collarbone between her teeth. ]
Not really, [ she confesses, lifting her chin for her, ] I just like hearing you talk and - bonus if it's about me.
[ Meg has an old fashioned kind of voice, like a movie actress from golden age Hollywood. She knows exactly how to stretch her words to make her squirm. Heather's not ashamed of her clipped, girly speech, but she'd rather let her talk. Bonus points if it's dirty.
Heather moves one of her hands around her, drawing her fingertips down her spine. She doesn't want to rid her of her shirt yet because that means she'll have to pull away and she definitely doesn't want that. She gasps and giggles again at the bite, pressing her knee against her in retaliation. ]
[ She smiles, her mind spinning because there are a million things she wants to do to her, with her, like steal a million kisses. ]
Well, I like looking nice. [ The same tropical scent every day, too. (Thankfully, she got past her glitter lotion phase.)
It's about time she'll give her something to talk about. Slowly, she draws a line down her front, replacing her knee with a feather light touch of her middle finger over her center. ]
You do look good, [ Meg assures her, and takes a deep breath at Heather's neck. ] You don't smell half bad, either. [ She's more fond of musky scents for herself - vanilla, amber, and the like - but it fits Heather, girlish and pretty.
Her hand continues circling down as Heather touches her, drawing a quiet sigh of approval. She scoots up a bit, dropping a kiss or two on the girl's neck until Meg can catch her mouth instead, nipping at her bottom lip. The favor should be returned, she thinks, brushing her other hand over Heather's center again, this time gently slipping her fingers between folds. ]
[ Meg's a step ahead of her, which is fine. More than fine, if the way Heather moans into her kiss says anything about it. She's melting against her, not used to being the girl at someone else's mercy. Especially a gorgeous brunette who's talking about her better qualities.
As sweet as she is, she'll try to prove she isn't all sugar. Her fingers don't press into her just yet, simply stroking, hardly touching, enough to let her know she's there and she's going to get her off - just not at this very moment. ]
[ There's a smirk playing at her lips as they kiss, smug and quite pleased at how Heather sounds. And the way she melts like butter under her hands... well, they can count that as one more thing Meg likes about the girl, sweet and willing and all too eager to please and be pleased. This is a deal she could definitely stand to keep.
Her hand trails down, eventually coming to stop at Heather's chest, giving her a light through the fabric of her shirt. Meg makes a soft, humming sound at what the hand below her navel is doing, encouraging her to keep going. ]
[ Heather is very confident in the fact that she could probably do the job with the fabric between her skin and her fingers, and until Meg decides to say something, she'll continue her touching. Even now, she can feel her warmth and wetness and it makes her wet her lips. Her hand moves in short but pressured strokes, running along the outline of her folds.
With a delighted grin, she moves away from her mouth and runs her tongue down her throat, nipping her skin. ]
[ Without a word, only a titter of a laugh as she leans in to kiss her, Heather gently and reluctantly extracts herself from Meg's embrace so lower her tiny body. She trails fluttering kisses as she goes, disappearing under the sheets as she settles between her legs. Like a puppy, she noses away her top and presses her lips to her stomach while her hands busy themselves by tugging down her underwear. ]
[ Meg laughs softly, the sound musical and light as Heather’s lips tickle at her stomach. She squirms playfully, in no real effort to get away, shifting just right to help her underwear down. Barbie’s in just the right place for Meg to play with her hair again, so she does - hands tangling in those blonde locks and gently pulling in encouragement. ]
[ The pull of her hair is nice, but it's the laugh that keeps her going. She plants little kisses over her stomach and hip, nipping her skin before spreading her hand over the light mark she's made. Moving even lower, she settles there, curling the other arm around her leg to trail those butterfly kisses along her inner thigh, towards her heated center. ]
[ Meg has half a mind to stop her - after all, she doesn’t remember saying she was done with Heather just yet. She just keep reminding herself that there is plenty of time to do whatever she likes later, and if Heather wants to start the show off - who is she to complain? She’ll just have to play catch up later. ]
[ Heather wants to hear Meg make pretty noises for her, which is why she's got her head between her legs, angling herself to kiss her center gently at first, flicking her tongue out to taste her. Her free hand slides over her leg, inching closer to join her. ]
[ As she scoots lower, Meg shifts a tiny bit, spreading her legs just enough to make enough space so she's comfortable there. She inhales slowly as she feels Heather's tongue, moaning softly. ]
[ Another chuckle follows as Heather tries to remember that tried and true technique that's worked on her in the past. Her mouth forms soundless letters, a little to fast and eager - she's bound to run out of alphabet if she wants to see her satisfied. Her free hand joins her mouth and she brushes her fingertips over her folds to start. ]
[ Meg's breath comes in a hiss, her hand tightening in Heather's hair. ]
Not so fast, Barbie, [ she murmurs, though her hips are still rocking in time with whatever the girl is doing, eagerly soaking up every ounce of attention offered. ] We've got all day, remember?
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[ She nips her bottom lip before kissing a slow trail down her neck, pushing some hair out of the way to nip her skin. She wants to have her mouth all over her chest, but is more curious about what Meg's plans are with her hand under that lacy black fabric down there. ]
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But for now, there's the matter of what to do with her hand. These long, slender fingers of hers left a lot of options to choose from, and it's hard to decide which appeals the most. So she starts off simple, teasing little circles down and down, feeling out the soft skin she has to explore, and eventually Meg comes to find a tender spot, her touch featherlight as her fingers brush over it. ]
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What else do you like about me? [ Her voice lacks its usual chirpiness, breathy and low, moving up her neck again to lightly nip her ear. ]
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Ah, so you're in need of a little... ego boost, is that it? Well... [ she murmurs, shifting to curl her free hand in Heather's hair, tracing circles down to the nape of her neck, ] You're hair's gorgeous, Goldilocks. And I know the carpet matches the drapes...
[ The way her voice has changed is intriguing, Meg thinks as her fingers continue teasing at her apex, wondering just what other changes she could draw out of her. But there's no rush here; they've got all day. Dipping her head, she presses a kiss to Heather's shoulder and makes her way inward, saying, ] And you have really nice bone structure. [ To demonstrate, she bites down, gently pulling the skin over Heather's collarbone between her teeth. ]
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[ Meg has an old fashioned kind of voice, like a movie actress from golden age Hollywood. She knows exactly how to stretch her words to make her squirm. Heather's not ashamed of her clipped, girly speech, but she'd rather let her talk. Bonus points if it's dirty.
Heather moves one of her hands around her, drawing her fingertips down her spine. She doesn't want to rid her of her shirt yet because that means she'll have to pull away and she definitely doesn't want that. She gasps and giggles again at the bite, pressing her knee against her in retaliation. ]
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[ She’s already doing fabulously, though, Megara has to admit. She shivers pleasantly at Heather’s touch, and licks at her collarbone in response. ]
And such soft hands, [ Meg murmurs, her hand slowly circling down from Heather’s neck over her shoulder. ] You must moisturize every day.
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Well, I like looking nice. [ The same tropical scent every day, too. (Thankfully, she got past her glitter lotion phase.)
It's about time she'll give her something to talk about. Slowly, she draws a line down her front, replacing her knee with a feather light touch of her middle finger over her center. ]
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Her hand continues circling down as Heather touches her, drawing a quiet sigh of approval. She scoots up a bit, dropping a kiss or two on the girl's neck until Meg can catch her mouth instead, nipping at her bottom lip. The favor should be returned, she thinks, brushing her other hand over Heather's center again, this time gently slipping her fingers between folds. ]
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As sweet as she is, she'll try to prove she isn't all sugar. Her fingers don't press into her just yet, simply stroking, hardly touching, enough to let her know she's there and she's going to get her off - just not at this very moment. ]
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Her hand trails down, eventually coming to stop at Heather's chest, giving her a light through the fabric of her shirt. Meg makes a soft, humming sound at what the hand below her navel is doing, encouraging her to keep going. ]
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With a delighted grin, she moves away from her mouth and runs her tongue down her throat, nipping her skin. ]
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C'mon, Barbie, where's your sense of adventure? [ Meg teases, giving her nipple a gentle pinch with a mischievous spark in her eye. ]
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Not so fast, Barbie, [ she murmurs, though her hips are still rocking in time with whatever the girl is doing, eagerly soaking up every ounce of attention offered. ] We've got all day, remember?
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