Curiosity & Other Good Influences

by kricera

Jericho and Guila finally ease into each other's comfort zones.

Jericho always felt embarrassed when Guila spent the night in her bed. Her room wasn't very tidy, and Guila always made sure to point that out, but they both knew that time spent together was better shared somewhere without Zeal nearby. If they lounged in Guila's single-room at the castle instead, it'd be harder to determine where Zeal would be, and they couldn't exactly tell him he wasn't allowed to come home.

They realized that early into their relationship. Being a young, eager couple, they craved privacy. It wasn't as if they did anything filthy when they were alone. Far from it, in fact. It was only that Guila would be too anxious to kiss and explore new affection if she thought her baby brother could potentially wander in by accident. Fortunately, Jericho had come up with the solution to start sleeping over at her manor instead. She had expressed it proudly, even though that answer was very obvious.

There was no need to worry when Zeal could get some time away in his own room, or play with the house-help. On top of it all, Jericho was able to spend time with the two of them as a family. If he ever needed them once night fell, they were never far away. Although, Guila always cautioned him to knock before entering their room.

Jericho would much rather deal with the embarrassment of bringing Guila into her room than risk him walking in on something unsavory. A few gentle reminders to pick up her clothes were definitely better than that.

That was their routine, for all the passing time they spent as a couple. Through everything, long past the war in comfort. It made Jericho's heart melt. Just a little.

However, tonight seemed different. Guila hadn't even commented on the mess in the room. As soon as they both put Zeal to bed, went upstairs, and undressed into their nightclothes, she took Jericho by the hips and pulled her close. She could always tell when Guila wanted to kiss her; the sweet features on her face would ignite with confidence. But as Guila brought her hands up behind Jericho's head to untie her hair, she noticed that even her expression was different tonight. There was definitely confidence in the look on her face, but it almost seemed like there was something bothering her. Jericho didn't have much time to think about it before Guila pushed her against the mattress and took the kiss she wanted so badly.

Almost like instinct, Jericho drowned in it. Guila sprawled on top of her, warm hands cupping Jericho's cheeks as they rolled into each other. But just as quickly as Guila started kissing her, she began relinquishing more and more of her control. Jericho certainly wasn't going to complain about that. There's only one thing just as good as being kissed by Guila, and that's when Guila asks you to kiss her. She ran her hands up and down Guila's back as she tried to guide the pace from beneath. She then pulled Guila closer, flipping their position and earning a quiet grunt from her. As Jericho was re-adjusting herself, she groped at the ticklish skin of Guila's hips and waist, pleased with how she shifted against the bed in response. She felt Guila begin to smile against her- she didn't have to see her face to know she was satisfied, and Jericho bubbled with happiness at the thought of it.

Jericho kissed her at a sweet, leisurely pace, outreaching her arm so that she could rest on it. Almost out of nowhere, Guila pulled Jericho's bottom lip between her teeth, catching her off guard and reigning some control from below her. But Jericho could tell she wasn't asking for her control back, it seemed more like she was guiding Jericho to kiss her a little deeper. So Jericho cupped her cheek, craning in to give her exactly what she was asking. Guila then hooked her arms around Jericho's neck, pulling her closer as she wrapped her legs around her firm waist. She was soon melting under her, just as Jericho hoped she would. Without thinking, Jericho began pushing her hips down hard in approval, eliciting a whimper from Guila that tore their mouths apart. Jericho scrunched her nose, huffing at the pleasant sensation.

"Sorry," Guila gasped. "I didn't mean to pull away like that."

With a reassuring grin, Jericho moved in once more, peppering her partner's neck and upper-jaw in kisses. Guila squirmed beneath her, exhaling contently. That was where she would normally let up, but the feeling of Guila pushing up against her was something she wanted to let linger; she felt herself wetting. The sound of Guila's whimper kept replaying in her head. Both arousal and shame flooded her nerves, and she could only hope that Guila wasn't able to sense it. Making her uncomfortable would be the last thing she'd want. She held her breath, a vain attempt to distract herself from the predicament she had walked herself into.

In spite of her thoughts, Jericho spoke simply: "That was my fault, don't worry about it."

Guila smiled lovingly, her lips still flushed red from the kissing. "Perhaps we should put longer bottoms on," she suggested as she playfully slid the tips of her fingers over the curve of Jericho's back. "Hmm, or maybe not. I like you where you are right now. I don't think we should move."

"Sounds good to me," Jericho said.

Still feeling playful, Jericho shot her hands down, tickling up Guila's belly and ribs. She jolted in surprise, hurriedly trying to hold her breath. Jericho bit down on her lip, snickering in triumph. But once Guila broke her usual composure in a boisterous fit of laughter, Jericho softened into a smile. She adored the sound of her laugh, there was hardly anything else in the world more healing to her. That loud laughter was short lived, as Guila quickly settled herself down to softer giggles.

The sun had already set a little while ago, but the candlelight flickering around Jericho's bed provided the clarity she needed. Guila's beauty was bathed in the warm light and Jericho never wanted to look away. Their faces and bodies were so close, she didn't know how to behave tactfully, her pulse was beating out of control. So, she leered relentlessly with half-lidded eyes. Her stunning girlfriend kept giggling, all while reciprocating the dangerous look through her profound squint. But before too long, Guila leaned forward to peck her on the cheek- a peace offering. Jericho laughed and stilled her hands; she knew she had lost, but she didn't mind losing to her.

Guila took a deep breath. "You should be thankful I'm so forgiving."

"I thought you wanted me on top of you?" Jericho rose up to straddle her with a smirk. "Besides, you'd be doing the same thing if I hadn't pinned you down."

"Oh, of course you're going to chalk that up as some kind of strategic move," she whispered, trailing her fingers across the thighs that held her in place. "You just like how I look when I'm cornered."

"Well, I mean... maybe," Jericho said, bashfully breaking eye contact. She struggled to ignore the presence of Guila lolled so comfortably between her knees. It was true, she really did love how she looked in moments like that. She squeezed her hands and realized she was still bracing Guila's love handles. Making out was routine for them, but this was far more perverse; her stomach churned with excitement.

Guila grinned sweetly before firmly cupping Jericho's hips. "Don't be so embarrassed, you're a cute flirt. I think it's nice, being with someone who can give to you what you give to them."

Jericho's nerves ran cold with adrenaline. She wasn't sure what to do, but Guila laid there expectantly, not saying a word. Like she was waiting for something. She could only hope that meant she wanted her to keep pushing the boundaries. Her hands shook with trepidation before they slowly sneaked farther up the thin girl's top. Jericho knew what she herself was hoping for right now, but she had no idea what was going through Guila's head. She watched for any signs of discomfort as her fingers traced along smooth skin. Relieved to see none, she groped a bare breast with her right hand, flexing her fingers a bit; it was soft and firm, just barely a handful.

Guila tensed in surprise. "Oh my, what are you doing?"

"I- well, you know. Feeling you up." Jericho met that gorgeous smile again and she shivered. "Sorry, do you want me to stop?"

"No, it's okay. I just want to be sure of what, um," she stammered, a noticeable blush sneaking across her face- a reaction very rare from Guila. "Whatever's on your mind. Is this going somewhere?"

Jericho's heart jumped in exhilaration, but she tried to relax. She felt her palms sweating, and she knew she must've been far more red in the face than Guila. "I was just fooling around. But do you- do you mean like sex?" She stopped to compose herself. "I wouldn't mind that. But only if you want to," she said as calmly as she could manage.

"Well, yes. I mean sex. That's quite to the point, isn't it?" She said, her light-hearted teasing just barely disguising how frazzled she was. "But I... I think it'd be nice to try. We can take it slow, just figure it out."

Suddenly, something clicked in her head: Could this have been on Guila's mind since she took her to bed? The idea set her pulse racing. She began to realize that in spite of Guila's forwardness and smooth-talking, it seemed almost as if she had handed herself over to her. It felt strange seeing her like that. Jericho had become so used to Guila's initiative flirting, she was rarely so timid. Maybe she was too nervous to outright ask... had Guila been relying on her to pick up the hints? The thought flattered her, and she hoped this all lined up with how she had wanted it to.

A slow creeping fondness began to warm up her heart, and she smirked, unable to keep it hidden. She realized, in a way, Guila had still been very initiative. Even if it wasn't in the way she so often fantasized. This had been her decision. Without it, Jericho knew they wouldn't be where they were. Her stomach fluttered as the reality of their situation began setting in. Jericho had thought about this for so long, but she herself was just as nervous to bring it up. She silently thanked Guila.

Cautiously, she slid her fingers around Guila's nipple, rolling them against it. Guila winced under her touch, letting out a quiet gasp. A familiar ache pulsed deep in Jericho's gut; she felt herself growing hot. "Wow, you're sensitive... I barely even touched you," she whispered, staring down in awe.

"Yes, I'm aware." Guila smiled, turning her face away in embarrassment. "I'm so relieved. Honestly, I had been afraid for awhile that you weren't interested in getting intimate with me," she confessed.

Jericho's heart panged with worry. Using her free hand, she coaxed Guila back into eye-contact. "Huh? Of course I'm interested."

Though, Jericho couldn't act like she hadn't been scared of the same thing. It was a silly thing to get caught up on, but she couldn't help it either.

"I- I know that now. Thank you." Guila shifted anxiously against the mattress. "Now then, would you please help me out of my top?"

That kind of demand would be scary from anyone, but hearing it from Guila made her mouth run dry. Despite her own virginity, Jericho knew quite a bit about sex. She had an idea of what she needed to do, but she still wasn't completely confident in her knowledge. After all, Guila was a virgin too, so this would be a big step for both of them. She began to worry that if she made the wrong decision or messed something up, she'd disappoint Guila, and she'd want to stop. But Jericho quickly shook that thought away. Even if she fumbled a bit, she knew Guila wouldn't be upset.

Either way, Jericho understood now that she'd have to somewhat ease Guila into the situation, at least until she was more sure of what she was doing. The fact that she had asked Jericho to undress her was proof enough of her nervousness. But at the same time, it was proof of her eagerness and trust. Jericho didn't want to betray the love Guila placed in her.

With all the courage she could muster, Jericho grasped at the hem of her girlfriend's shirt and began to slip it up her body, stopping just before her chest. She guided Guila's arms up behind her and quickly tugged the cloth over her head. There was no time to think once Guila's small breasts met the open air, goosebumps slowly trickling up her torso. Jericho's sight trained on perked nipples, but the topless girl squirmed uncomfortably at the sudden attention. Instantly, she broke her eyes away and instead looked down at all of Guila's other soft, pale contours. She held her sight on her ribs as they rose and fell with each breath; she noted how the warm, supple flesh of her stomach met nicely with developing muscles.

Jericho felt nothing short of overwhelmed. She wanted to take all of her in. And now she could, if she really wanted to. But remembering to breathe was hard enough.

"You're- Oh, wow," Jericho stammered, searching for the right compliment. "You're so cute. I- I like them. Your boobs, I mean. Everything else, too."

Guila took a deep breath. "I'm happy to hear that." She slid her hands forward, groping at the length of Jericho's thighs. Her thin lips upturned with warm affection when she met her face again. "It's your turn, Jericho," she continued, trailing off at the last sound.

Jericho's body flushed with embarrassment, but she did her best to push it aside. She started to shimmy out of her top, pulling the cloth to reveal herself. She discarded the shirt at the end of the bed, not really caring where it landed. The sudden exposure to the cool night air rose the fine hairs along her body and she shuddered. Guila's cheeks burned red, her unabashed gawking was almost tangible, and the feeling of vulnerability that came with it was a hot mix of fear and excitement.

"Is this better?" Jericho asked.

"Mmm, Yes. Much better," Guila cooed. She slowly ran her hands up Jericho's body, gently caressing her hips and ribs. With no inhibition, she pressed both hands against her breasts, softly squeezing them. Jericho tensed at first, but she quickly relaxed into it as Guila continued to fondle her. After a few short moments, Guila sighed contently, and then let her hands fall back against the mattress. "I've wanted to grab you like that for a long time, you know."

Jericho chuckled, trying to bury her embarrassment. She began scooting backwards, giving herself just enough room to where she could start settling herself back down on top of her. She slotted her torso between Guila's legs, and shuffled forward on her forearms until her hips were anchored into her. "Then I'm guessing you don't count all the times you've put your hand on my chest when we're cuddling?" She teased, hovering over her face.

"That's very different, you always have your shirt on," she retorted, lightly stroking Jericho's cheek. "And I don't get quite as nice of a handful."

They came closer together, and Jericho leaned in to lay claim to her lips once more. Guila softened beneath her, wrapping her long legs completely around Jericho's waist again. Eager to pick up where they had left off, Jericho's hand sunk between them, groping blindly at Guila's breast. She tentatively pinched one of her nipples, rewarded by the strained exhale that caught in her mouth when Guila hitched her ribs. She continued to passively roll it with her fingers as they kissed, unsure how to progress. Well, she knew what she wanted to do, but she felt nervous about making the jump.

But she knew Guila was ready for more, and there was nothing more encouraging than that. Jericho cut free from the kiss with a gasp. While Guila caught her breath, Jericho honed her teeth on her throat and nipped discordantly down its length. Her fingers continued to work the breast as she gently sucked her way to the collarbone, driven along by the content huffs that fell from Guila's lips. Subtle red marks bloomed in the wake of her nibbling. The moment Jericho noticed, she washed over with anxiety. Normally, Guila wouldn't mind hickeys, as long as they weren't too visible. The base of the neck, or the collar-bone. But she could tell at first glance that they were way too high. She'd have to apologize later, just in case. Guila seemed too lost in the feeling to notice them anyways.

Her mouth parted over a hardened nipple before she took it tenderly between her lips. Guila let out an airy sigh, and Jericho's gut churned with desire; she found that she really enjoyed playing with her breasts, and she felt more than pleased that Guila responded so nicely to it. She focused intensely, massaging one breast with her hand and the other with her tongue. Her careful attention paid off when Guila's breath began quietly choking out of her in inconsistent waves, her thighs shifting and tensing around Jericho's waist.

However, Jericho wasn't satisfied with just that, she knew there was more she wanted to try. She ran her fingers down the curvature of her body, trailing nerve-ridden circles where their hips met. She slipped her hands into Guila's shorts and palmed at her panties, which were considerably damp. Jericho grunted against her chest in surprise, far too proud of how wet she had already made her. She pushed her palm down against the damp spot and her girlfriend gasped pitifully; the sound reverberated in Jericho's head, driving her curiosity and arousal.

She popped her lips off of the nipple. "Can I take those off?"

"How would we have sex if you didn't remove my underwear?" Guila asked; her light, playful tone contrasted with the heavy breath rolling from her lungs. "Yes, of course you can."

"Nice." Jericho could tell Guila was getting more comfortable, which was relieving. She shuffled back on her elbows. "Uh, I'll undress myself first."

She sat up on her haunches and pulled at the bands of her shorts and underwear, slipping both of them down her legs and gracelessly kicking them off. The cold air hit between her legs, making her tremble unsteadily on her knees.

"Fine by me," Guila purred in amusement, quirking her brow. "You look so beautiful... I can't believe I'm lucky enough to see you like this."

Jericho fell onto her side, resting on her forearm to keep distance between their bodies. Her other arm snaked forward to grope at Guila's thigh, brushing against the fabric of her shorts. "Back at you. Your body is so- I mean, it's just- Gah! I can't word it as smoothly as you can. You look hot."

"Thank you, dear," she said. "And, oh, you think I'm smooth?" Letting her speak, Jericho squeezed one of her hands down to wordlessly coax her legs open. Guila hesitated for a moment, and then slightly parted them. "Not to be blunt, but I'm so turned on that I can hardly think, let alone speak. Any 'smoothness' is a miracle."

Hearing Guila put it so directly was unexpected, and it sent another wave of arousal down Jericho's body. It was easy to elicit such reactions from Jericho, and she wouldn't be surprised if Guila knew that. A thought suddenly crossed her mind, that maybe she could get that same kind of response from Guila. Pondering her words carefully, she slid her hand between Guila's inner thighs. "I like it when you're blunt. Just wait, I- I still have so much that I want to do with you," she said, the words not coming out as suave as she had hoped.

Nonetheless, Guila bit down on her lip and held her breath for a moment. "I certainly hope you do," she replied, composing herself with a smirk. "My heart is going to give out."

Jericho overflowed with pride, and she couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were going through Guila's head. But If her words excited her that much, she was eager to find out what more her touch could do. She pressed down between her thighs, running her fingers along the slit through the fabric, and only stopping when Guila tried to roll up into her hand. "I'm, uh- I'm going to take these off."

Guila merely nodded in response, and Jericho sat up as she prepared to strip her. She curled her thumbs under the elastic of both the shorts and panties, excitement thrumming in her chest. She tugged them down to her ankles as fast as she could, revealing the swollen, wet evidence of her girlfriend's arousal. Almost immediately, Guila shook out an embarrassed laugh. Jericho averted her eyes back to her face, making sure to meet her with a comforting smile. She gestured to her own groin- a silent reminder that the feeling was mutual- and Guila smiled back at her, like she couldn't help it, before breaking into giggles.

For a second, Jericho was puzzled. She wasn't entirely sure why she was giggling, since she didn't sound embarrassed this time. Maybe she just found the way Jericho gestured to herself to be a bit funny, or the whole situation in general. No matter the cause, it was hard for Jericho to resist, and she caught Guila's laugh like an infection. They sat there for a moment, joy resonating between them with each snicker. Guila just barely covering her lips with her knuckles, Jericho hanging her head as her own shoulders hitched. To Jericho, this is what being in love with Guila felt like. She always found a way to lighten the mood between them.

Once they settled back down, Guila kicked her bottoms off of her ankles, sending them flying to somewhere out of sight. In turn, Jericho quickly came down on top of her, cradling the back of her neck in a desperate attempt to kiss her again. When their lips came together, Guila let out a long, relaxed exhale through her nose, as if being kissed had relieved her of some tension. From beneath, she traced her nails along Jericho's stomach, distracting her just long enough to gain the upper-hand and flip herself on top. Jericho hummed at the pleasant surprise and ran her hands up Guila's biceps, snaking them over her shoulders so she could anchor them into her back; Guila dug her hand into Jericho's hair, grasping at the scalp to bring her closer. Their mouths lingered apart for a moment before Guila craned deeply into the kiss once more. Jericho eased beneath her, doing her best to follow the rhythm Guila set for them. She quickly found herself lost in the passion, giving herself fully to Guila.

The hand on Jericho's chin slid down until it rested on her chest, where it then groped down hard. Jericho groaned in response. She had waited a long time for Guila to pin her down and touch her like this, and the payoff came with relief. Guila rubbed her thumb against the nipple, returning the favor for what Jericho had done to her earlier; she caught the nub between two fingers, pinching and rolling as she experimented with the rhythm. Jericho tensed at the sudden pleasure; she dug her nails into Guila's taut back, moaning exaggeratedly into her mouth in the hopes that Guila would do it again.

Thankfully, she did, and this time Jericho moaned in earnest. Her hips rocked hard against Guila, who ground down with equal need, gasping into her mouth. Jericho sighed into the kiss with appreciation, but again with discontent when the groping hand let go far too soon.

Guila threaded her hand under her body, prodding between Jericho's thighs. Jericho clenched her legs together at the groin to relieve some of the pressure, but Guila did her best to keep them spread. Suddenly, Guila broke her mouth away, now aiming for her neck instead. She planted wet kisses down the length of Jericho's neck as she continued to experiment with her hand. In every way Guila touched her, it felt as if she was saying, 'Thank you for being patient with me, I love you.'

"It's a little embarrassing, how much I've thought about making love with you," Guila whispered against her collarbone. She continued the descent of her lips, kissing the skin of her breasts to her belly. Guila's fingers slipped in-between, pushing in on her clit, and then around it. Jericho winced, gyrating against the touch as she let out low huffs. "I only know what feels good based on... well, self-experience. I know you're the same, but still. I hope I'm doing a good enough job," she said hurriedly.

Jericho heard the nervousness in her voice. "This- this is more than a good job," she said, feeling pleased when she caught a glimpse of Guila's smile.

Guila nipped at her navel and ran her teeth along her hipbone; she watched in disbelief as Guila kissed her way down between her legs. Her mouth hovered over the wetness between her legs, her warm breath tickled her in the most arousing way possible; she leaned in as close as she could without touching, her long hair brushing against Jericho's inner thighs.

"Well, I suppose this is where I start improvising," Guila murmured. "For the most part, at least... I think I know enough."

Jericho's jaw quaked. "Fuck, Guila, this is so-" Before she could finish, Guila abruptly slit her with a broad stroke of the tongue, reducing her voice to a squeak. A labored breath was all she could manage before the motion repeated and spun her thoughts; her eyes shut for a moment, every word running through her mind was lost in translation.

Jericho steadied on her elbows to achieve a better look at her girlfriend. Guila must've noticed, because she giggled against her with the next slit of the tongue; she clearly appreciated that she was being watched, probably because she was still a bit nervous. Two of Guila's fingers moved in to spread her, giving her mouth a better advantage. She kept her pressure light, smirking against Jericho in approval of what must've been the little noises she was making on her behalf. Her tongue teased around every bit of her. Each broad, drawn out lap brought a shudder up her entire body; she was throbbing with need, she ached with so much more desire than she thought possible. She almost couldn't believe it was happening, it felt like a dream to have Guila's head between her legs. All she could think about was how much she loved her, and how nice her mouth felt against her.

Now this was everything Jericho had fantasized. She closed her eyes again as she ground against the tension, sucking in a cool breath of relief when Guila gave into the friction by slightly increasing the pressure. Her tongue swirled around Jericho's entrance, and she whimpered. Guila experimentally darted in for a moment as she tried to figure out what exactly to do, and seemed to have noticed pretty quickly that wasn't gonna work. She retracted, instead returning to dragging her tongue along the sensitive flesh, sighing hotly into all of it. She tried suckling and kissing her instead of just lapping, and another sudden pulse shook Jericho from within. Whatever Guila was doing, it all felt nice to her. She moaned out, clasping at the bed and craning her hips. Gradually, Guila's pace became more and more consistent, as if she was slowly understanding what exactly worked, and what didn't. Jericho simply threw her head back, letting the pleasure envelope her.

Before too long, Guila brought her mouth nearer to her clit. She still ignored it for now, instead flicking the skin around it with her tongue. Another whimper clawed from Jericho's throat, followed by a strained expression of Guila's name; respite was edging in on her closer and closer. Her ankles dug into the mattress and she twisted pathetically, her hair tousling from the way she twisted about. Guila continued to tease her, methodically running her mouth all up and around her, once again using the full length of her tongue. She moved her arm up to instead grip Jericho's waist and better anchor it, pulling her tighter to her working mouth in the process. Jericho quivered, softly moaning out incoherent nonsense among the occasional cries to Guila; it felt so incredible, she wished she could come up with the words to tell her, but her mouth wasn't cooperating. She could only hope saying her name would get the point across. She arched off the bed and pushed herself firmly against Guila's face. A low groan resonated from Guila's throat as Jericho bucked desperately into her.

It still wasn't enough. One hand dug into the sheets while the other grasped the back of Guila's head, pushing it down harder. Jericho whined again, louder than intended. Guila grunted in response and gripped her fingers into the soft flesh of Jericho's love handles. Giving in, she flattened the tip of her tongue gently against her clit, carefully rolling against it. Jericho knew she was on the brink, nothing coherent was passing through her mind anymore, just the word 'good' on repeat. Another strong press of the tongue toppled the heat coiled in her belly, stunning the muscles in her body; she struggled to keep her eyes open as she rode through the spasms, the sight of how beautiful her girlfriend still looked while pleasuring her only added to the feeling.

Jericho very reluctantly released the grip on her head, sacrificing how good it felt to thrust into her face for an even better look at her. She was wincing considerably at this point, only able to see through one of her eyes. Guila's messy black hair fell over her back and the sides of her face. Her brow was creased in an attractive conjunction of both nervousness and concentration. That image burned in both Jericho's mind and gut. Her eyes fluttered shut; warmth filled her to the brim and she fell off the support of her elbows, the ecstasy coming out as audible sobs and curled toes. Guila continued diligently, albeit much lighter, between the tensed thighs. She finally stopped once the final quirk went through Jericho's body.

Guila pulled away, inhaling deeply before wiping the mess off her face with the back of her wrist. "Was that alright? I felt a little lost."

Several seconds passed before Jericho's mind cleared enough for her to respond. The muscles on her face relaxed and she opened her eyes, looking down at the girl resting between her legs; there was a loving, tender expression on Guila's face and it made Jericho's heart swell. "That felt really nice, I promise," she mumbled. "Damn, my head is still spinning."

Guila chuckled in response, looking both embarrassed and relieved. She squeezed Jericho's bottom as her voice dropped into a low whisper: "May I join you up there?"

Jericho nodded, and then patted the empty space on the left wing of the bed, gesturing her to do exactly that. She appeared satisfied with that answer, and her eyebrows rose along with a lazy grin. Her weight caved the bed in as she propped herself up. A pretty look of excitement held itself confidently on her face as she crawled over to join her, erasing any uncertainty Jericho was feeling. After what Guila just did to her, she certainly had a lot to live up to. More than anything, she was just happy that Guila had felt at ease enough to take her like that.

Before either of them could speak, Jericho suddenly sat up, taking a good look at the sweat glistening Guila's forehead before pressing her back against the mattress. Jericho sulked in, running her lips up Guila's neck and along her jaw; Guila shifted beneath her, letting out an airy sigh when Jericho's mouth hovered over her ear. She stopped to plant another kiss before blowing against it, satisfied by the goosebumps that rose along her body in response. Guila tilted her head, baring her neck as if to ask for more. That need was tended to happily by Jericho, who leaned in to nibble and suck the earlobe, eager to amplify the sensation. Guila's nails traced up and down Jericho's sides, soothing, but with an edge of impatience.

She spoke into Guila's ear, her voice not much more than a low rumble: "Have I told you how much I love you today?"

Guila shuddered. "Yes, but feel free to do it again."

"Well, uh, I love you a lot. A whole lot."

"Mmm, I bet."

Jericho slowly drew her mouth along Guila's flushed cheeks; she cocked her head and captured those smiling lips again. Her shoulders rolled forward, moving her torso with the kiss as Guila gave into it with relief. She re-adjusted the weight on her forearm, resting the supporting hand against Guila's breast. She absentmindedly thumbed at her nipple, twirling it while she nibbled her lips.

The slow pace was disrupted when Guila suddenly pulled her by the scalp, smashing their mouths together in a way far from graceful. Jericho quickly broke the brief, desperate kiss. She knew that Guila must've been losing her patience, and part of that felt a little satisfying. But the only thing that excited her more than the idea of Guila aching for her was the idea that she could ease the ache she built. She exhaled against warm skin before distancing their bodies. Guila's breath shook out of her inconsistently as she struggled to relax. Jericho brought her other hand up, sucking on her middle and ring finger to wet them thoroughly.

"I am far beyond the point where you need to be cautious," Guila said.

Jericho snickered around her fingers, then pulled them out of her mouth with a loud wet pop. Her hand began its descent uninterrupted, pushing between the apex of her girlfriend's thighs. Guila hissed in response, clamping her legs around the tension. Jericho's expression melted into a sick combination of pity and complacency. "I can't really do what you want if you don't spread these," she said, feeling a sudden surge of confidence.

The meek expression that befell Guila's face just about stopped Jericho's heart; before she could apologize for her own forwardness, Guila huffed from arousal, spreading her legs as instructed. Relieved, Jericho parted her with two fingers, exhaling sharply. Guila wasn't exaggerating, she was far wetter than she was the last time she had felt her up. Her head began to spin wild with excitement. She focused on Guila's eager face to ground herself again. She didn't want to make her wait anymore. Jericho inhaled, and then slipped both fingers through, smiling a little when Guila let out an impatient whine. She teased the flesh with long, broad strokes to try and work out the boundaries of her sensitivity; her clit was well swollen and Jericho hesitantly ran both fingers against it, watching with great intent as Guila eased against her.

She continued to rub her carefully, reveling in the sounds gathering at the back of Guila's throat. "Is that too much?"

"No, not at all," Guila gasped. "It's very nice."

"Cool. Keep, uh, enjoying yourself." She slid two fingers into her and held them there, allowing her time to grow used to the foreignness of it. They both held their breaths for a moment, Guila doing so in response to Jericho entering her, and Jericho doing so to calm herself down. "Oh man... this is so exciting." Jericho's voice was wavering.

Guila sighed, releasing some of the tension in her body. "I was just about to say the same thing."

Jericho pushed the digits against an inner wall and continued prodding attentively at the sensitive skin around the clit. Her thumb maintained the pressure, making sure not to overstimulate her. Jericho started a rhythm, alternating between wriggling inside the wetness and stretching her as considerately as she could, and removing herself to rub her with the full length of her fingers. She groped the breast under her other hand, making sure to give it some attention. Guila buckled into the touch as she let out quiet, gentle sighs; Jericho lovingly noted that her noises held far more restraint than her own.

Gradually, her awkward pace leveled into even strokes and thrusts. Guila splayed her legs wider in satisfaction, allowing more room for her partner to maneuver. Jericho took the hint and fully pushed in both of her fingers, curling both tightly within the heat. Guila choked out a hushed exclamation of Jericho's name, kneading her other breast in desperation; her hips rocked delicately, as if she was trying to match the movement. Pleased with the response, Jericho crooked her fingers upwards, pushing and curling them. Her palm pressed and rubbed against her clit with each thrust, and Guila gasped something unintelligible every time. Jericho's cheeks burned hot, it was almost too much to witness; she really wanted this to last, and she lamented at the fact that Guila probably wouldn't maintain as long as she did.

She watched the twisted expressions on Guila's face, occasionally groaning to herself in admiration. "Are you close?" She asked gently.

"Yes, I-" Guila interrupted herself with a low moan; her chest hitched as she tried to ease her breath, her voice quiet and as sweet as ever. "Jericho, I love you so much- but please, no more talking. I just can't- mmf!"

Jericho smiled, entirely washed over with affection. She crooked her fingers again and Guila let out another pretty sound; she slightly arched her spine off of the mattress, her whole body heaving with the motion. She hopelessly massaged at her breast to help guide the pleasure. Jericho took care of her other breast, thumbing her nipple the best she was able without collapsing off of her elbow. She angled her fingers upwards with each dive of the hand, keeping her motions consistent and gentle.

She soon found herself lost in a deep concentration as she continued her steady repetition. She was overwhelmed by the intimacy, focusing on the sensation of her girlfriend's insides pulsing around her fingers; pinpointing where was best, thinking only on the way her body would react to her touch. The focus paid off when Guila began to writhe beneath her, babbling incoherently as she quickly started coming undone. It was a sight to behold, and Jericho felt extremely lucky- even more so when she heard Guila softly cry her name again. Another thrust had Guila silencing her noises with the back of her hand as her hips rolled slowly through the pleasure. Her moans muffled around her knuckles; every muscle in her body seized and unhurried convulsions overtook her.

Jericho dropped the pace; her thrusts were slow crawls that allowed Guila to ride the pleasure out as long as she needed to. Her partner met each thrust happily, eager to take the opportunity given to her. Jericho was full of affection as she watched her quiver against the bed, it wouldn't be long until she was spent. She wanted nothing more than to make Guila feel as good as possible. Jericho leaned forward a bit, planting a brief kiss on her cheek. She listened to her sob into the back of her hand as her body began to jerk through the final bout of her climax.

Her muscles hitched one final time, and she quickly started to still. A few moments passed, and then she sighed and stretched languidly against the sheets, resting her hand against her belly as she took in several deep breaths. Jericho soaked up the view of Guila still spread out beside her, still reeling at the realization of what she just did to her. Her eyes lingered between her legs, where her fingers were still buried deep inside. She carefully slipped them out, chuckling a little when she heard Guila sigh in response to the abrupt emptiness. The hand was coated and sticky, but there wasn't a tissue in sight. Unsure of what to do, Jericho gracelessly wiped it clean against the sheet.

"I'm glad we didn't do this on my bed," Guila groaned, gesturing to the sheets; her voice was groggy and it was hard for Jericho not to grin when she heard it.

"Where do you think the mess on the back of your hand went?" She teased.

"Hmm, good point."

Guila patted her chest, beckoning Jericho to lay with her. Jericho did as she was told, flopping heavily against the mattress with an airy puff. She buried her face into the crook of Guila's neck and inhaled deeply; she smelled musty and sweet, her skin was clammy and warm to the touch. Guila reached for the candle on her side of the bed and stamped it out with two fingers. The other candle glowed unaccompanied from behind Jericho, flickering warmly and amplifying the soft features on Guila's face.

"Not fair, you covered your mouth," Jericho whispered against her skin. "Were you worried about being loud? There was nothing to worry about."

'You were all quiet and cute,' she finished in her head.

"It was a bit overwhelming, that's all. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with my hands." Guila rolled over on her side, wrapped long arms around Jericho, and pulled her into an embrace before continuing: "Speaking of which... as nice as you sounded, I hope no one else heard you."

"I couldn't help it," she replied, burning with embarrassment. "You really did a number on me, I've never gotten off like that before. You put my hand to shame."

Guila snickered. "Oh, is that so?"

Thankfully, Zeal was nowhere around to hear her, and he was probably sound asleep anyways. But she hadn't even considered that the house-help might've been nearby. She could only hope that she would be too uncomfortable to comment on it, if she heard anything at all.

"And what are you doing there, looking at the little marks you left on me?" Guila continued, nuzzling against the top of Jericho's head. "Are they anywhere else, besides my chest?"

Jericho winced. "Yeah... just a few up your neck. But they're small, at least..."

"That's good. But still, please remember to be more mindful about where you leave them," she replied. "They're not easy to explain."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"You're fine, dear."

Jericho stretched out her legs and nudged tighter into the hug. "So, uh- how was it? What we just did, I mean. Not the hickeys," she said.

"The hickeys were part of what we just did, weren't they? Lucky for us, these ones look like they'll fade before morning." She took a deep breath and ran her hands down Jericho's back. "But I suppose I'm not very considerate about these things myself," she giggled. "I have little right to demand your carefulness."

"You have every right to demand my carefulness- and, you dodged my question," Jericho muttered anxiously. "Was this okay for you? I- I know it's probably a dumb question, I just want to be sure."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't ignore you intentionally," she reassured, extending her arms to flick out the other candlelight. She suddenly curled forward to collect the blanket. "It was amazing, Jericho. I really enjoyed myself."

Her heart fluttered with relief. "Perfect... I'm glad to hear you did, too," she replied. Her eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness, and she sighed in disappointment when she could only barely make out Guila's pale shape pulling the covers over them as she tucked herself back in. Jericho curled back up against her, inhaling sharply as the warm, heavy fabric enveloped her.

"I wouldn't object if you ever wanted to do that again," Guila elaborated. "Your eagerness was flattering, to say the absolute least."

"Mmm, you took the words right out of my mouth." Jericho wormed up until she could feel Guila's breath tickling her cheeks; they leaned in together, sharing a quick, chaste kiss.

Guila grinned against full lips. "You're too sweet... I'm fortunate to have you."

Jericho whispered something in appreciation, but the words came out muffled and unclear; Guila hummed sweetly in response, her lips still ghosting over her. The rhythm of their chests fell in tandem and Jericho's eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion quickly catching up with her. She dozed off soon afterwards, soothed by the gentle sounds of Guila breathing.