So...this is my first time ever writing a femslash story! I was always curious about exploring the relationship between Megara and Esmeralda (our two favorite Disney ladies). So I hope I was able to do this first chapter justice!

Read on my loves!

She wakes, not only to the familiar fabric of soft silky sheets that are embracing her naked body. Nor was it the morning light trickling in through the blinds that deviously assaulted her violet eyes. It was the extra set of thighs that were pressed against hers. The arm of her lover wrapped protectively around her thin, curvy waist. Their naked bodies blanketing one another with the warmth that they were always content with. Shedding herself of the remaining glimpses of a dream, her eyes were still shut in the heat of the covers with the warmness of her lover's naked breasts mushing against the flesh of her back.

It was all of a sudden that she felt the aching in her skull that ebbed and flowed like a cold tide.

With a heavy sigh slipping from the seam of her pinkish lips, she wastes no time in lazily placing her fingers over the hand wrapped around her waist. Rubbing a thin finger across the soft skin of her lover's forearm, a small smile tilted at the corners of her mouth. Without a second thought, she quietly moves her foot and rubs the tip of her freshly pedicured toes over the supple skin of the woman's leg. The corners of her mouth tilt higher at the feel of her sweetheart's body shivering against hers.

Megara Korso always knew that it was no accident that after every Saturday night, she would find herself waking up in her sexy companion's bed the next morning.

Saturday nights were their date nights.

Nights that consisted of Top 40's music that always dominated the atmosphere with smoke that was twisted in artistic ways that formed curls in the gloom that were illuminated only by the age-speckled bar lights. Nights that were often filled with hundreds of conversations told in loud, drunken voices. A massive stampede of warm bodies jumping up and down in the crowd, pumping their fists in the air while they screamed at the top of their lungs to Katy Perry or Rihanna.

They drank three bottles of Sangria poured in pint glasses, five or six shot glasses of whiskey and vodka, two porn star shots to wash down the bitter taste that trickled down their throats, followed by a night of intense dancing and grinding in tangled limbs, and two extra shots of tequila to end the night.

Immediately, the images of last night play out in her brain.

The heavy drinking after a long hard day of work. The drunken men - old and young, some were even eighteen - insisting on buying them drinks in exchange for a wild night of 'fun' back at their places. The way how their bodies moved effortlessly together as they danced, exchanging lips and tongues with one another, the way how they stumbled into a cab, making out furiously in the back seat while the cab driver eyed them lustfully in his rear view mirror that almost cost them their lives. The drunken make out session in the elevator, only to stumble their way back to her darling's apartment and strip each other of their heels and dresses and engage in their own wild night of fun for the remainder of the night until the crack of dawn came.

A low moan slipped from Meg's lips again. The hangover feeling like a balloon under her cranium, slowly being inflated with the pressure mounting. She wasn't sure what time it was, nor did she give a damn if they had overslept. Right now, none of that really seemed to be of much concern to her. She sinks her body further into the mattress, wishing for the wave of nausea to pour out of her system. After all, this wasn't the first time she had experienced a rather unpleasant hangover. For some reason, this one seemed to be the worst out of all the ones she's experienced in her lifetime. And frankly, she knew that this wouldn't be her last time.

After a few minutes, she finally manages to open her eyes and focused them on a single spot on the ceiling, hoping to put a stop to her impending dizziness. And just as she's about to shift her body to the farther side of the bed, her lover's arm wraps tighter around her frame, pulling her closer towards her and preventing her from leaving. Then Meg's body shivers and convulses at the feel of those full lips pressing kisses amongst her shoulder. A light but croaky chuckle laced with a soft moan slips through Meg's lips.

"Mm…you awake?" The woman's husky voice mumbles into her hair.

"…I am now."

"Hm…good." The woman murmurs into her shoulder. "How're you feeling?"

Meg manages a single, exhausted snort. "Like a hammer is bashing my brains out." She groans and buries her face deeper into the pillow. A husky chuckle vibrates against the crook of her neck, and then a pair of lips press softly amongst her shoulder blade.

"Bad hangover again?"

Another groan. "Why do we always get the worse hangovers?"

"By we, you mean you?"

"You drank just as much as I did." Meg mutters miserably into her pillow. "If not more."

"I know." The woman stifles a giggle. "I guess that's the beauty of having a strong liver."

Meg huffs under her breath. "Damn you and that iron liver of yours."

There's a hot breath on her neck, then the tender brush of lips soon follow. Burning as they make contact with her neck, and just like that, Meg finds herself losing all rational thought. Despite the fact that she had gotten used to this, Meg was always amazed at how just one touch of her lover's lips could hitch her breath, or cause her body to elicit such sweet shivers. The other woman's kisses become harder, more urgent, and Meg moans into the pillow at the sudden sharp sting of teeth against the tendons of her neck.

"Mm…babe…" Meg whimpers. "S-stop…"

The other woman's chuckle was muffled by the layer of skin that's against her mouth. "You like that, baby?" She teases lightly with a husky whisper to her ear.

Meg has to force herself to ignore the question. Because there was absolutely no doubt that she wasn't not enjoying feeling those full lips sucking, nipping and now gently biting into her flesh. 'Damn those luscious lips of hers' Meg thinks miserably to herself as more moans rise from her vocal cords and spill out between the seam of her own lips. Her breathing grows heavy as her lover licks a hot stripe up the side of her neck and traces her wet tongue gently along her jaw line. Her eyelids squeeze shut as she fights against another moan that's begging to be released. Then a sharp gasp mixed with a delicate whimper flies out of her mouth as the hand on her waist slides higher up the curve of her side and her lover's fingers softly twists the nipple on her breast.

"I love seeing you turned on like this." The woman whispers fervently with a grin. "I love everything about you."

Meg huffs another moan and a breath. But she whines slightly as the hand from her breast withdraws. Then when she feels her body being rolled onto her back, a pair lips capture her own and she wastes no time in allowing herself to welcome them. Her lover's body is now mounted on top of hers, her curvy hips straddling her own, soft breasts pressed against one another's, and Meg wraps her arms around the woman's neck. Her lips were always warm and full, and they had the slightest taste of mint on them. Her lover's hands were resting on Meg's curvy waist and she pulled their bodies closer. Their tongues danced delicately with one another's, and Meg moans at the contact. When they finally break apart for air, Meg rests her forehead against her lover's and gathers some much needed oxygen. And as she slowly opens her eyelids, her lips tilt into a lazy smile at the beautiful woman gazing adoringly down into her violet eyes.

"Hey Beautiful."

Meg chuckles softly. "Hey Sexy."

Meg couldn't deny that Esmeralda Ayres was one of the most beautiful women she's ever laid eyes on. She was that and more. She was the kind of woman that most females either admired or envied. Yes. She was all woman, and that was the main reason why Meg was so drawn to her. But Esmeralda still had the exuberance of youth, which was most likely thanks to her striking Latin look. She had a kind of understated beauty that made her darker skin completely flawless. Her hair was black like Raven, with long luscious curls.

And her eyes.

Her eyes were the first characteristics that stood out the most. They were the glimmering color of emerald. They were the kind of emerald green that pushed its way through the piles of gritty snow to remind you that spring was coming. The kind that brings hope and life no matter what has happened. And looking into those eyes, right away when they had first met, Meg could see that. And Esmeralda only knew that she could too.

Unable to contain themselves any longer, Esmeralda brings her hands to frame them gently on either side of Meg's cheeks and she leans down and brings their lips together in another passionate, albeit fiery kiss. Meg finds her hands work their way around Esmeralda's body, feeling each curve and each line along her perfect figure. She continues lying on her back as Esmeralda's body matches her body's form. They pull apart briefly, take shallow breaths, and then Esmeralda leans down and softly places sweet kisses up and down Meg's neck. Meg lets out little whimpers of anticipation at the feel of those full lips nipping at her skin. Then Esmeralda works her way back to her tender, smooth lips.

"Mmm…Gods I love you." Meg sighs in between kisses.

Esmeralda giggles softly. "I love you more." She nuzzles their noses together. "Is your head still hurting?"

"Yea." Meg miserably mumbles with a slight dent in her brow and brings a hand to her throbbing head, dragging it down her face. "Ugh…I really hate these stupid hangovers."

Another giggle as Esmeralda gently brushes the curly fringe of Meg's bang from her face. "My poor baby." She coos and places a soft kiss to her forehead. "Maybe I should get you an icepack or something."

Meg frowns at her through the cracks of her fingers. "I'm a big girl." She lets out a childish huff. "Do you always have to keep 'babying' me so much?"

Esmeralda chuckles. "I see someone's a little cranky."

"Youwould be too if you were having a hangover from hell."

"And still cheeky as always." Esmeralda uses her finger to softly stroke Meg's cheek. "I forget sometimes that you're not a morning person."

"And that still surprises you?"

Esmeralda giggles delicately yet again. "Hey…" She places a sweet kiss on Meg's eyebrow. "You know if there was anything I could do, I would do it for you in a heartbeat, right?"

"Hmm…like you always do." Meg sighs a breathy sigh as she lightly runs her fingers up and down Esmeralda's arms. Then a smirk tilts at the corners of her mouth. "You said you would do anything to make me feel better?"

"Maybe…" Esmeralda lifts a brow. "Depends on what you have in mind."

"Surprise me."

"If you're hoping for another round of sex, then forget it."

Meg pouts, bottom lip quivering. "Why?"

"Well for one, my body is still sore from last night." She grins. "And two, you kinda tired me out."

"So…"

"So? Babe, in case you haven't noticed, I'm kinda getting old." She smirks. "I'm not as young as I used to be."

Now it was Meg's turn to cock a brow. "Oh please." She rolls her eyes. "You're only two years older than me."

"That still makes me old enough to be ancient."

"Okay, now you're just being ridiculous."

"Am I?"

Meg frowns. "Aren't you supposed to be making me feel better?"

"I'm not giving you sex."

Meg lets out an impatient groan. "Ugh! Well then can't you at least…" She pauses for second. "I dunno…do something that involves using your mouth?"

Esmeralda raises a brow. "…Like eat you out?"

Meg's eyes light up almost instantly. "Can you?"

"No."

A scowl. "You're despicable."

"You love it."

"Do I?"

"You do." Esmeralda chuckles and kisses Meg's forehead. "Just how I love you."

"You tryna butter me up again?"

"Hmm…" A kiss to her temple. "Is it working?"

Meg's breath hitches in her throat as Esmeralda's places another tender kiss on the corner of her eye. "…Maybe."

Esmeralda gives another kiss to her nose. "Any luck?"

Meg smirks. "Nope."

She kisses her ear as Meg flutters her eyelids closed and sighs deeply as Esmeralda's lips lightly nibble on her earlobe. "…What about now?"

"Mmm…" Meg fights against the low moan that's begging to be released. "…It's…" A short whimper. "…Getting there…"

Esmeralda's lips pull into a grin and she uses her tongue to trace lightly along Meg's jawline. Then she starts kissing and nipping at her neck, only provoking more whimpers and moans to pour from Meg's mouth. Though Esmeralda finds herself groaning slightly at the feel of Meg's nails slowly digging into her skin, she ignores it.

"Now?" She murmurs against her neck.

"Mmm…fine." Meg strains against a groan. "You win."

"Good."

Esmeralda smiles as she softly kisses Meg's lips, who was eager to return it. They share another long, sensual kiss with another, tongues wrestling for dominance.

"Mmm…did I-" Meg says between kisses. "Did I mention how much I-" Another kiss. "How much I love you."

Esmeralda chuckles. "And I love you." She places another kiss to her forehead. Then a thought suddenly comes to mind. "Babe, what time is it?"

Meg frowns. "How should I know?"

A scoff followed by the rolling of eyes was Esmeralda's response as she shakes her head and forces herself to lean over and grab her phone from the side table next to her bed. She uses her thumb to press the little 'home' button on her IPhone. When the screen comes to life and her eyes scan over the numbers of the time, her eyes widen and her jaw drops.

"Shit! 11:45 already?!" She gasps. "Fuck!"

"Jeez. Language, babe." Meg smirks with a raised eyebrow. "It's only quarter to twelve. It's not like we have work today or anything."

"I know that."

Esmeralda grumbles as she miserably leans back over to set her phone down. Meg is confused and slightly irritated when Esmeralda rolls herself off of Meg's body and lays on her own side. Meg slowly turns to lay on her side as she watches her girlfriend with a skeptical look.

"Are you seriously mad that we slept in?" Meg props herself up on her elbow. "Look, I know you usually hate waking up later than nine am." She rests her head against her hand. "But we've slept past eleven before. No big deal."

Esmeralda doesn't respond to that. She's staring up at the ceiling while her hands are resting against her stomach. It was the way how her expression suddenly hardened that was beginning to have Meg question whether or not if she should've just keep her mouth shut.

"Come on, babe." Meg decides to ignore her gut and make the best of it. She slides closer towards her girlfriend and nuzzles her nose in the crook of Esmeralda's neck and shoulder. "Lighten up." She nibbles on Esmeralda's neck, who's still refusing to budge. "Neither of us have to go into work today, so…that could give us more time to…" She pauses as she slowly slides her fingers down between Esmeralda's thighs. "…have some more fun…hmm?" She kisses her neck again and whispers in her ear, "What do you say?"

Esmeralda says nothing, but winces at the feel of Meg's lips against her neck. Immediately, Meg finds her lips curving into a grin.

"You like that?" Meg whispers seductively in Esmeralda's ear. "Hmm?...Do you?"

"Meg stop."

Meg chuckles. "You want more don't you?"

"I said stop, Meg."

It wasn't only the tone in Esmeralda's voice that had forced Meg's smile to disappear from her face. But it was that, plus the fact that Esmeralda had nudged her away. A frown dents her brow and Meg can't help but feel as though she had done something wrong.

"What was that for?" Meg frowns.

Esmeralda groans. "It's nothing."

"Don't give me that, Esme." Meg spits in a harsh tone. "What's wrong with you?"

Again, Esmeralda refuses to say anything. And instead, she decides that scowling up at the ceiling was a much better answer.

"You know what, fine." Meg sighs as she shifts her body and rolls her eyes. "I'll just go then."

"You don't have to do that." Esmeralda finally spoke.

"Well if you're suddenly going to act like this," Meg looks over her shoulder to frown at her, "then maybe I should."

Meg barely sticks her leg out from under the covers, when a pair of hands grip onto her waist and gently pull her back from the edge of the bed. She tries to shrug the hands away, but she knew damn well that Esmeralda's grip had their strong hold. She has no choice but to give up, and to allow Esmeralda's lips to press softly against her shoulder, as Meg just lays on her side and frowns miserably up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry." Esmeralda murmurs affectionately into Meg's ear. "I didn't mean to get upset with you."

Meg sighs. "Of course you didn't. You never do." There's a sarcastic edge to her tone. "But I always end up getting the short end of the stick."

Now Esmeralda sighs, a regrettable one. And deep down, she couldn't even deny the fact that there was truth to her girlfriend's words. So as always, she places another kiss to Meg's neck and slides her arm around Meg's waist. She pulls Meg closer towards her so that her breasts are pressed up against Meg's back. She traces her thumb gently over the flesh of Meg's soft abdomen, but there was some definition to those small muscles that were just coming in.

"I know." Esmeralda admits softly. "And I'm sorry, babe."

Meg snorts. "You gonna try and make it up to me with sex again?"

"Nice try." Esmeralda smirks, picking up on that line. "But that's not going to happen."

"…Worth a shot I guess."

"Are you really still that horny?"

Meg feels her cheeks flush, then nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders. "Maybe."

Esmeralda chuckles. "When did you turn into such a sex feline?"

Meg couldn't resist tilting the corners of her mouth upward. "It's not my fault that sex with you is so addictive."

"Oh really?" Esmeralda cocks a brow. "Scale of one to ten…how addictive exactly?" She kisses Meg's neck again.

Meg utters a sigh laced with a breathy moan. Then a thought comes to mind and suddenly, her brows dent to a frown. "Stop trying to butter me up." She quips. "I'm still mad at you."

"I know." Esmeralda sighs. "I was hoping to lighten up the mood, that's all."

"Well, here's a thought." Meg begins. "You can 'lighten up the mood' by telling me what the hell your problem is."

"…Guess I deserved that one."

"You think?"

"Babe, I'm not upset with you, okay?" Esmeralda reasons softly. "I'm just…" a pause, "a little frustrated, that's all."

"Frustrated with what? With the fact that we slept past eleven? That's what you're upset about?" Meg scoffs. "Give me a break, Esme." She rolls her eyes. "You know we always sleep in on Sunday mornings."

Esmeralda frowns. "Look, you're annoyed with me, I get it." She pauses. "But you being snippy isn't making it any easier for me to explain."

"Well you were being snippy with me just a second ago."

"Okay, yes. I realize that." Esmeralda fights the urge to also roll her eyes also. "But there was a good reason."

"You had a good reason for shoving me away like that?" Meg glares up at the ceiling as she spits the words out. "Yea, that's very convincing."

"Meg." Esmeralda sighs. "Look, I don't want us getting into another fight, okay?"

Meg says nothing as she frowns miserably up at the ceiling. Deep down, there was a part of her that knew that her girlfriend was right. Now was not the time to be starting up any arguments.

"I love you." Esmeralda places a gentle kiss to Meg's shoulder. "You know that, right?"

Which as true. And deep down, she knew it was true. It was amazing for Meg to think that those three little words could easily cause the bitterness inside of her to melt away in an instant. Sure, she's heard those three words before in her life time, and none of them had meant a damn thing. But it was different when the words were coming from Esmeralda's mouth. There was trust, and there was love. The two things that she needed the most.

"Yea." Meg says finally. She places her hand over Esmeralda's, lacing their fingers together. "And I love you too."

Meg closes her eyes and lets out a sigh as Esmeralda buries her nose in her neck. Their bodies linked together like two perfect puzzles pieces that clearly belonged together. They lay together in silence for a few moments, allowing the symphony of sirens and the blaring of horns honking fill the void. Nothing like waking up on a Sunday morning to the good ol' sounds of New York City.

"It's Labor Day tomorrow." Esmeralda decides to speak first.

Meg smirks. "I could've told you that, babe."

"No, I mean, Labor Day is tomorrow."

"And…?"

"Which means that all the stores will be closed."

Meg has to crane her neck to peek over her shoulder. "And you say I'm the one that's hung over?" She cocks a brow. "How much did you drink last night?"

Esmeralda sighs. "The grocery stores will be closed tomorrow." She says again with a distant look. "Which means that…all the stores close at two today."

Meg blinks once, and then another. "Oh…"

"Yea, oh."

"So…were you planning on going to the grocery store today?"

"…I was."

Meg turns to look towards the closed door. "We have enough groceries to last us for two days. Don't we?"

"…I guess so."

"Okay so we'll be fine, babe." Meg lightly runs her fingers over Esmeralda's hand. "We can salvage."

"We have enough food for only the two of us." Esmeralda grimaces. "It's not enough."

"What are you talking about?" Meg asks, then a smirk reappears on her face. "It's not like we're planning on having people over any time soon."

Esmeralda is quiet. Chewing on her lower lip, she closes her eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. She knew she would have to come clean eventually. She just wondered if now was the right time to do so. You need to tell her! Now! Deep down, she knew that this conversation would not be heading down the path that she wanted.

"We can survive two days without going grocery shopping, babe." Meg chuckles. "I mean, we've done it before so-"

"My family's coming into town, Meg."

Meg pauses, her words put on hold. She cranes her neck to look over her shoulder once again. Brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"My family." Esmeralda begins softly. "They're coming into town."

"Town? As in…"

"As in they're coming to New York, Meg."

Meg stares at her. And she blinks. "What exactly are you saying?" She asks slowly with a slow dent in her brow.

"They're coming to visit me."

"…You're kidding right?"

Esmeralda presses her lips into a tight line. Judging by the look on Meg's face, with her brows pinched and the fact that those beautiful violet eyes of her were now glaring heat waves, was telling Esmeralda that this was definitely not going to be heading down the direction she wanted it to.

"You can't be serious."

Meg huffs and turns to slam her head against the pillow. A glare now masking her expression as Esmeralda inhales a deep breath, holds it, and lets it go slowly. Because the absolute last thing on earth that she wanted, was opening the door up to yet another argument that was bound to take place any second.

"Babe," Esmeralda says gently, "Please don't be mad. They called last minute." She sighs, a regrettable sigh. "I couldn't just tell them 'no'."

"You know how your family feels about us." Meg quips. "About me."

Meg was right. Of course Esmeralda knew exactly how her family felt about their relationship.

"Meg, listen-"

"Why do you even still talk to them?" Meg asks bitterly. "You should've cut them off by now."

"Meg, they're my family." Esmeralda tries to reason with her, though Meg's back is turned towards her. "Yes. I live my own life. But I still need to maintain a level of respect for them."

"They don't respect you, Esme." Meg turns to glare at her. "They don't. They never did, and they never will."

Another sigh. "I know."

"Then why bother having them come over?"

Esmeralda breathes out. "They wanted to come and see me." She explains. "To see how I'm doing and all."

"Hm. Your sister too?"

"Yea."

"She's coming as well?"

"I don't see why she wouldn't."

Meg is silent a long moment after that. Which is a combination of both apprehensive and bewildering. To Esmeralda, Meg Korso for as long as they've been in a relationship, is rarely ever silent. Especially considering that she has always had to bite back with something. In other words, she was used to having the last word. But maybe that was starting to change.

"They hate us being together, Esme." Meg says quietly, staring up at the ceiling. "They hate me especially."

"They don't hate you, Meg." Esmeralda sighs as she tightens her embrace around Meg's waist. "They just…don't understand."

"They don't understand what? They don't understand the fact that you're-" She pauses, sighs, "that you're…"

"A lesbian?"

Meg says nothing. Her body goes stiff.

"They don't." She admits it. Because it's the truth. "And I know they never will."

"Esme," Meg sighs as she eases herself upwards and rest her back against the headboard, "They don't accept our relationship, okay?" Esmeralda joins her and rests her head against Meg's shoulder. "Nothing on Earth is going to change their minds about that."

It was all true. "I know." Esmeralda admits, lightly running her fingers up and down Meg's arm.

"When do they arrive?"

Esmeralda closes her eyes and sighs. "Tuesday evening."

Meg gapes. "As in the day after Labor Day?"

Another sigh. "Yea."

Meg finds herself grimacing as the words. And truth be told, this news wasn't doing much in terms of allowing her hangover subside. What felt like a hammer mashing against her skull had just turned into a bulldozer that was just about ready to kick her brains out.

"When were you planning to tell me this?" Meg asks through gritted teeth.

Esmeralda takes her head off Meg's shoulder and looks her in the eye. "I didn't find out until yesterday morning."

"Yesterday morning?" Meg raises a brow. "And you decide to spring this on me now?"

Esmeralda barely has a chance to say anything more as Meg huffs and turns to lay back on her side. The Raven haired woman only pinches the bridge of her nose, suddenly beginning to feel an ache creeping up in her skull. Maybe her having responded back to her family's email wasn't the smartest idea after all.

"You don't get it, do you?"

Esmeralda sighs a regrettable sigh at Meg's choice in words. But she stares at her, waiting patiently for her next response.

"Are you forgetting those times they've tried to break us up?" Meg quips again, swallowing down a painful lump at the memory. "Or the fact that they…" A painful pause, "always berate me…"

Esmeralda says nothing as she buries herself against her girlfriend. Meg says nothing as she fights against the tears that were threatening to well up. She doesn't respond as Esmeralda only presses soft kisses to her neck and shoulder. Then she plants a warm kiss to the side of her cheek, her ear, and to her temple.

"I'm never going to let that happen. They will never come between us." Esmeralda whispers fervently in Meg's ear. "I love you."

Meg chews on her lower lip. Frowning.

"My heart belongs to you, okay? Nothing will ever change that."

"But you don't know that." Meg says quietly. "How do you know that something won't-"

Her words are cut off when Esmeralda reaches around to cup Meg's jaw in her hand and tilts her mouth to meet hers. And when their lips meshed together, it was like the whole world fell away. Slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. It was kisses like that that made Meg remember that there was absolutely no room for doubt.

When they reluctantly break the kiss, it's Esmeralda who rests her forehead against Meg's.

"You just have to trust me." She whispers. "Okay?"

Meg sucks in a breath, holds it, then lets it go slowly. Her heart beats in sync with some muffled techno music that's playing far too loud in an apartment a few floors below theirs, pulsating and thrumming. "Okay." She says finally.

"Good." Esmeralda nuzzles their noses together. "And…I decided I'll make it up to you."

Meg raises a brow. "Oh really?"

"Mhm." A smile slowly tilts at the corners of Esmeralda's lips. "Really."

Before Meg could get a word out, she watches as Esmeralda carefully slips from the bed and rises from the mattress. The stream of sunlight leaking through the thin curtains manages to paint over Esmeralda's coco skin of her naked body as she stretches out her limbs with a not so subtle – albeit even seductive – moan, and Meg can't help but watch intently. She takes her time in reaching for her red robe that somehow managed to be hanging off the foot of the bed, and Meg finds her lips going dry as she admires her girlfriend's glorious body.

She watches as Esmeralda slips on her robe, which was short enough to cover up to her thighs and the fabric was thin enough to still be able to see her naked body peeking through. For as long as they've been together, Meg always believed that there was nothing more bewitching than Esmeralda's naked form. For what it's worth, the world could keep their anorexic looking supermodels as they are. She had the body of a dancer. Curves everywhere that would never stop. Her legs were toned, with slightly thicker thighs to die for. Meg didn't doubt that other women had seen her naked, but for what it's worth, she was honored to possibly be the last and only woman on the planet that will be lucky enough to continue seeing her naked for as long they lived.

Esmeralda was hers. No one else's.

Though the sight of seeing her girlfriend's naked form through that fiery red see-through robe was driving her absolutely insane, Meg's brow was still raised in skepticism.

"If you're thinking of doing another strip tease, then you can just forget it." Meg smirks and Esmeralda turns to cock an eyebrow at her. "I've seen those too many times."

Esmeralda turns fully to face her, and Meg has to chew on her lower lip at the sight of seeing those full breasts peeking through. Enlarged dotted nipples staring right at her. Taunting her. Esmeralda smirks, cups a hand around her hip.

"I wasn't planning to, Miss Smarty Pants."

"Good." Meg grumbles, pulling the covers more securely around her waist. "Cause it won't work."

"I was actually going to take a shower instead." Esmeralda's murmurs. "But, alright then."

Meg says nothing as she watches her girlfriend slowly glides towards the bathroom. Each step was slow, practiced, her hip swaying seductively with a single one she takes. "And you said you would make it up to me?" Meg snorts. "Yea right."

Esmeralda pauses at the doorway, hand grasping the golden handle as she slowly peers over her shoulder. The smirk was still plastered on her face.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to take a shower on my own…" She steps inside the bathroom, unties her robe, lets it drop to the floor and she pokes her head from behind the door. "I was going to ask if you wanted to join me…" A seductive smile, followed by a soft hum as she casually leans against the door with a hand cupped around her hip. "But…I guess not…"

Immediately, Meg's ears perk up and she slowly turns to crane her neck to stare at her girlfriend, her eyes twinkling. "A shower?"

"Mhm."

"Well why didn't you just say so in the first place?"

"You joining me?"

Meg purrs. "You don't have to ask me twice."

"Good."

Meg wastes no time in slipping out of the bed a little too eagerly, revealing her own remarkable nude body as she walks towards the bathroom. Esmeralda bites her down on her lower lip, carefully eyeing Meg's naked body up and down, those pale nipples and beautiful curves increasing the burning hunger inside her. A seductive smile was now plastered on Meg's face as Esmeralda eagerly latches her mouth onto Meg's and she slowly drags her inside, shutting the door behind them.

According to my new bestie (and also my amazing Beta), I'm a tease. Yes, I know! I ended the first chapter right when things were about to get steamy! But if you think this is worth continuing, I promise there will be plenty of steamy scenes between the two;-)

Is this worth continuing? R&R! Mwah!*