(Miley is sleeping. Lilly is drinking in all of her lover, using all of he senses to revel in the girl beside her. I don't own the characters. Liley. Rated "M" for sexual situations.)
(Sight)
Lilly cracks one eye open. There's just enough moonlight coming through the window to illuminate the bed and the other girl on it with her. She can't see all of Miley with her head pillowed on the taller girl's shoulder but what she can see is wonderful. As always. She lets her gaze drift up the slender legs to the flat stomach. She catches her breath at the swell of the breasts and the two pink nipples. Carefully she cranes her head just a little to look at Miley's face.
Long eyelashes and closed lids hiding her girl's sparkling eyes. The lips she loves to kiss are slightly parted. And a look of soft peace on the face of her angel.
(Sound)
If Lilly strains she can hear the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. But she doesn't want to listen to that. She only wants to listen to Miley's soft breathing. She closes her eye, the better to listen. It reassures her. Her Miley is asleep and all is well.
(Touch)
She can feel Miley's shoulder under her head. The other girl's body is plastered against her own all the way down to their toes. Miley's side and hip and thigh are pressed to her. Lilly's leg is thrown over Miley's. If she wanted to she could rub the side of her foot against Miley's calf but she doesn't want to disturb her. Lilly's arm rests on the firm tummy and her fingers rest on the hip her own tummy is not tight against. Very, very gently she moves her hand, letting her fingertips explore just a tint bit of the smooth skin. Bit by careful bit she moves her hand until it rests on Miley's thigh, just beside the secret area she is tempted to delve into again. But she doesn't. Morning will be soon enough for that, for the next chance to feel Miley shudder against her as their bodies strain together once more.
(Smell)
The room smells of Miley. It's the mingled scent of her perfume and the perspiration generated by the force of their love-making. It's the aroma of her arousal and her release. It's the aroma of her hair, spilled across the shoulder Lilly's head rests on. It's a heady scent and it always makes Lilly tremble with desire.
(Taste)
Lilly licks her lips. How do you describe the taste of your lover? In Miley's case its strawberries and whipped cream, its salt and pepper, its sweet and tart. Her lips taste one way, her skin another. Her breasts, her legs, her back; all of it has its own unique flavor and Lilly has explored all of it. But for right now she simply savors that taste; the same way she savors all of the sensations that Miley stirs in her even as the surfer girl's eyes slowly close and falls back asleep herself.
(The End)