They were supposed to have gone horseback riding today, she remembered as she pushed him back against the window ledge. Somehow they always ended up here; not the hay loft above the stable they were in neseccarily, but the fact that everything they tried to do ended up in sex. She wasn't sure if she was just a late bloomer-most girls her age already had a good four years experience on her, or if she was just making for lost time because of it. She only knew that Amelia's attempts to separate them hadn't worked once; they really should just leave Saillune. Her thoughts were disrupted by two warm hands on her breasts.
"Hmmm..."she hummed as calloused thumbs rubbed over her nipples, already erect from the cold.
It started with good intentions, a trip to the stables for a walk down the trails, but once she saw Gourry in his riding habit (thanks to Amelia), she lost all rational thought. The next thing she knew, she was pressing him up against the wall, scrambling to find a place where Amelia couldn't find them. As she unbuttoned his shirts she glanced out the window: still safe.
"We need to be quick," she said when he looked up at her.
"But Lina, I'm not ready yet," Gourry protested as he felt her hands on him.
"We'll just have to help that, won't we?" she asked seductively, sliding her hands underneath the cloth.
His head fell back, golden hair draped across his back, covering the window. He could take her not, she seemed ready.
He reached for her pants. He fumbled with the buckle for a moment before she abandoned her post and helped him.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, as she kicked off her matching pants.
"I'm going to have to wait all day," she complained as she straddled him and pushed stray strands of gold from his face. "And all that motion won't really help me at all."
To emphasize her point, she slid around him, feeling herself shudder. This was going to be quick-she already couldn't stand it.
"Oohhh!" she exclaimed as she moved above him.
His hands, gently placed on her backside, was the only control she allowed him. She hadn't made him come in a while-well, five days anyway, and after he caught her in the bathroom, she could never live it down-he kept asking if he could watch. It wasn't quite like Gourry, and it unsettled her a little.
"Lina!" he gasped as she pushed down, plunging him deeper into her darkness.
She placed her hand to his lips, as she pressed her legs against the nearby ledge, gaining leverage. She wouldn't last, and neither would he.
Biting her lip and holding her breath she pushed as hard as she could. The moans, in unison, surprised her. She tried it again. The feeling brought tears to her eyes, but she'd never admit something this simple would do that.
As she prepared for her final push, the climax rocked her body. She shouted his name as she convulsed. He answered with hers.
They sat in silence a moment, trying to catch their breath as Lina heard Amelia call her name.
"Gourry," she said, getting up and buttoning her shirt.
"Huh?" he asked dozily.
"Come on, how is not the time to be sleeping, Amelia is looking for us."
"Oh, damn!" He bolted upright and pulled up his pants.
By the time he was done, Lina was already down the ladder.