[ 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?
[ That's when Heather's blonde head resurfaces and she smiles brilliantly up at her, resting her chin on her hip. Her fingers remain inside and she curls her finger just so in a way that she, at least, knows drives herself wild when someone else does it. ]
You wanted me to prove me worthy of your praise, didn't you?
[ That gets a quiet gasp out of her, and it'll be a moment before she responds, voice light and airy and obviously trying to cover up that little mistake as her eyes trail down to meet Heather's. ]
Well, yeah, but what's the rush? We can take our time here, you know.
All day, [ she reminds herself, taking care to slow down because she has always rushed into things headfirst, even a roll in the sheets. While not naturally obedient, she will follow her request or suggestion, lowering her head and slowly kissing the inside of her thigh. ]
There you go, [ Meg purrs, settling down in the sheets with a content sigh. That's better, Barbie, and her fingers trace little shapes over her scalp to show her appreciation. ]
Tell me what else you want, [ she murmurs against her skin, mostly to get her talking as she presses her lips against her folds again, parting them to slip her tongue in, replacing her fingers. ]
[ She hums thoughtfully, trying to gather words into a proper sentence that she might reply. Everything Heather has been doing so far has been wonderful, even if she did ask the girl to slow down a bit. ]
Touch me, [ she instructs finally, ] all over. Everywhere you can reach.
[ Meg has her own set of relationship issues, and what she wants most is to feel wanted. ]
[ It hardly takes any thought, though Heather's never been one for overthinking. She rakes her chipped black painted fingernails over her thigh, barely leaving any marks in their path. Her other hand slides over her stomach, circling her navel and blindly tracing over her ribs. God, why doesn't she hook up with girls more often? The sounds she makes are much more satisfying than those low, animalistic grunts from the boys she's been with. She moves her lips, mouthing words nonsensically, wondering if that will bring her more pleasure.
Maybe she's just as starved for attention, tired of being unappreciated. It is good to feel wanted and she knows how to let someone know that she wants them in return. ]
[ Megara lets out a soft moan, smiling up at the ceiling. Rolling her hips into the rhythm being set for her, she curls her fingers in Heather's hair, and murmurs, ] That's it, Barbie. Just like that.
[ She's got some room to be cocky here, smiling against her. Easily, Heather follows her movements, though putting enough weight on her to keep her secure so she can keep pleasuring her. Her left hand doesn't stop moving, as she asked, palming her breast before tracing her fingernails around her nipple. ]
[ Her breath comes in a series of light gasps, and Meg isn't stingy with any of the approving sounds she wants to make. For someone who had been hurt so much, Heather definitely knows how to love someone, and it's for that very reason that Meg wants her to know every time she does something right. And boy, is Heather doing that. She rakes her fingers lightly over the girl's scalp, murmuring wordless encouragements. ]
[ Heather groans against her, enjoying the way her hand feels curled in her hair. Knowing that she's satisfying someone is a wonderful sensation - of course, she would love to have that returned, but for now, her focus is put on her partner as always.
She has to part for air, gasping and giggling, nuzzling against her inner thigh. ] How you doing?
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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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You wanted me to prove me worthy of your praise, didn't you?
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Well, yeah, but what's the rush? We can take our time here, you know.
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Touch me, [ she instructs finally, ] all over. Everywhere you can reach.
[ Meg has her own set of relationship issues, and what she wants most is to feel wanted. ]
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Maybe she's just as starved for attention, tired of being unappreciated. It is good to feel wanted and she knows how to let someone know that she wants them in return. ]
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She has to part for air, gasping and giggling, nuzzling against her inner thigh. ] How you doing?
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[ Playfully, she bites her thigh, not leaving any marks. ] You can pull my hair, if you wanna. I like it.
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