WARNING: Here be femslash. Never written it before so apologies if it's a bit of a mess :P
Friday July 10th 2015, 0:36am
"Made you feel any better?," Kaitlyn asked with a gentle smile, laying the cup down on the table at Sasha's side of the bed. Her best friend nodded in gratitude, legs stretched out on the mattress and back rested against the pillows and headboard. It was times like this that she was extremely thankful that seemingly every hotel room in England came with its own tea-making facilities.
She'd been storming down the corridor, heart fit to burst, ready to physically prise Sasha and Matt apart if need be, when all of a sudden 115 pounds of frightened, confused and embarrassed girl had sprinted into her arms and not let go until they were safely back within the confines of their room. She refrained to say 'I told you so' when Sasha relayed the tale of her mortifying last hour; all that mattered was that she had not gone ahead with her plan. She was back at Kaitlyn's side, where she belonged, and the older woman was determined not to weasel out of coming clean yet again just because the immediate danger of being beaten to the punch had passed.
"Bored of picking up the pieces yet?" Sasha asked.
"Wondering when I'll finally learn how to deal with these things like a grown woman? When I'll find some 'lucky' guy so you can shoulder the burden?"
That was it. She couldn't hear those words of guilt and self-doubt any longer. She needed to let Sasha know, regardless of the consequences, that she was no hindrance whatsoever, and that she wasn't sharing her with anyone. Time for just about the deepest breath she had ever taken in her life.
"Mercedes, there will never, ever be a time when I won't be here for you. I want to be the first one you come to, always the one you can depend on, the one that reminds you what an incredible person you are. Anyone who considers you a burden doesn't deserve to have you in their care, and I could personally beat the shit out of the people who've made you feel that way about yourself," Kaitlyn rolled onto her knees, facing Sasha and looking right into those captivating brown eyes, watching them widen with awe, as if she was not worthy of this amount of devotion and compassion. From this point on it would be Kaitlyn's goal in life to convince her she was more worthy of this than anyone else on the planet.
"Why are you so nice to me?" Sasha questioned; thankful, disbelieving tears beginning to form.
"I don't do anything for you."
Oh how wrong she was. Kaitlyn slowly, gently brushed the pad of her thumb across the immaculate light-brown skin of the younger woman's face, drying her tears before they could even begin to fall.
"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You brighten up my days, you can charm me senseless with just a laugh or a smile. You think you're weak, you think you weigh me down, but it's just not true. All this temptation, all this darkness, and you remain pure. You've never done a thing to hurt anyone, regardless of what they've done to you. You stay true to who you are, regardless of whether it's the easiest option or not. That was what tonight was about. You're not a coward, a coward would have just gone with the flow and let him fuck you, then woke up in the morning hating herself cos it's still easier than taking a stand. And what's more, you've allowed me become the best I can possibly be. You've given me a purpose, a goal, and that's to be there for you at all costs. I love you."
Kaitlyn didn't need to elaborate, Sasha knew this was a different kind of 'I love you' to any that had previously been exchanged between the two of them. She'd idly contemplated it over the past few months, but always told herself she was imagining things and to stop thinking the whole world revolved around her. But Kaitlyn's whole world did revolve around her, and this explained everything; why Kaitlyn was so patient with her, so dedicated, at the expense of having any kind of love life of her own. Only love, true love, defied logic like this; took people beyond the point of patience and exhaustion in the name of that special someone. But that special someone was her? Kaitlyn could do so much better.
"Y-you don't want me, Celeste. You think I'm difficult to deal with now, you just wait til I'm your girlfriend. Why do you think Phil and Mike did what they did?"
"Because they're not what you need. It's not all you fucking up. I've been trying and trying to make you see that ever since we first met. And now I know why I care so much. And I know how I can make you see. This doubt you have in yourself; I can make them all go away. I know it's out of nowhere, I know you've probably never thought this way about another girl in your life. I haven't either. It's only you. And it'll only ever be you."
Kaitlyn took both Sasha's hands in hers. She knew the look on the Bostonian's face. It meant she was trying to process everything she had just heard and arrive at a conclusion. Sasha didn't rush into anything, and Kaitlyn was more glad of that than ever in a situation like this. The answer she gave would be the one she would hold to. Kaitlyn just wished she would hurry up and get there.
Kaitlyn's eyes were just about the most comforting sight in Sasha's world. They always carried so much fondness and regard whenever they looked upon her. It told her that no matter what, this was one person who loved her unconditionally. They were beautiful eyes, brown with fascinating flecks of green. Everything about Kaitlyn was beautiful, she'd always said that. Any physical contact she made with the Texan was reassuring; the feel of her fingers knotted through Sasha's own, the knowledge that she could burrow into that torso any time she wanted and those sturdy, rippling arms would be more than willing to receive her.
Kaitlyn's body had just the right ratio of hard muscle to soft fat that made cuddling her one of the most rewarding experiences imaginable. She was more physically at ease with her housemate than either of the men who had been in her life. So to recap: this woman was kind, gorgeous, understood her better than anyone and she trusted her with her body wholeheartedly. The answer was rather obvious, really.
"I love you too, Celeste. Really love you," she said as the tears began to fall again. The second the words left he she knew they were the truth. Their bond was on another plain from any other connection in her life entirely. Way too strong to be merely friends. How had she not seen this before?
Kaitlyn grinned. How else did one react upon getting everything they wanted? Something that up until this moment she had considered as unrealistic a dream as sprouting wings. She didn't know what to do. She knew what she wanted to do, but so unexpected was all of this that she feared any instance of jumping the gun would cause Sasha to reconsider. So she just held her; held her as tightly as she possibly could; stroking her luscious golden brown tresses, drinking in her warmth, trying to make their bodies feel as one.
"You won't regret this, darling. I'll always protect you, I'll always listen, I'll always care, I'll always..." to her surprise, Sasha interrupted these gushing proclamations with a sudden hush of her lips and a raised finger. All of a sudden she was leaning in so their faces were almost touching. She looked almost... hungry.
"You did all those things for me as a friend. How about you show me what the next level means?" she said with a mischievous smirk. Kaitlyn had never been more turned on by a facial expression in her life. This was escalating at a quicker pace than she was anticipating, and that was anything but a bad thing.
Their lips met; whether it was through their many conversations about their preferences or just intuition, there was nothing the slightest bit awkward or ungainly about it; just a gentle, gradual exploration of each others' mouths and bodies, with Sasha's forearms pinned against Kaitlyn's chest as they sat side by side on the bed. Kaitlyn inevitably overpowered Sasha, both due to her superior strength and ravenous desire to take things further, and soon the smaller woman found herself flat on her back with the Texan perched over her, much as Matt had been a short while prior. Comparing the two in Sasha's mind was like night and day.
"We don't have to do anything, you know," Kaitlyn said gently. However much she wanted to enact every single one of her many fantasies involving the body beneath her, it would be defeating the purpose and betraying the promises she had just made if she did not give Sasha the chance to opt out.
"I know, but... I trust you, Celeste..." Sasha reached up and cupped Kaitlyn's smooth cheeks. It had been so long since she felt the touch of someone who loved her. It was a testament to how safe Kaitlyn made her feel that what should have been an extremely daunting an unnatural process held no fear for her whatsoever. She knew Kaitlyn would know just what to do to not only avoid causing her any pain or discomfort, but bring her the pleasure she was yearning for.
"...I need this... I need you." she breathed, watching Kaitlyn's eyes widen with both lust and adoration.
Kaitlyn didn't need a second invitation. She allowed Sasha to sit upright. They had changed into their bed-wear upon returning to the hotel room, so Kaitlyn barely had a second to fantasise before Sasha flung her nightshirt over her head and lay before her topless. The young girl looked at her almost apologetically. Kaitlyn knew why. Sasha had many hang-ups about her appearance, and her insistence that she did not 'measure up' in the chest department was among the most severe.
"They're perfect..." Kaitlyn smiled with gentle insistence.
"...just perfect."
"You're just saying that," Sasha mumbled bashfully.
"When do I ever 'just say' anything?" Kaitlyn countered, augmenting her words with a tentative grope at Sasha's perky chest, eliciting a glorious, high-pitched moan that was absolute music to her ears.
She met her with another tender kiss as Sasha lowered back down onto the mattress, Kaitlyn continuing to tease around her nipples with her thumb, making the occasion glancing contact with them to more desperate moaning. Once their lips had separated, Kaitlyn trailed her way down Sasha's neck with swift pecks, before pausing above the hardened bud of her right breast. She glanced up at Sasha's face. Things were about to get serious and she needed to check one more time if she was clear to go on.
Sasha's reply came in the form of one tremulous, desperate utterance.
"Please."
The woman she loved was begging to be pleasured by her. Kaitlyn almost felt like asking again and again, but she could not deny her a moment longer. For five minutes she gave Sasha's breasts the most glowing appraisal she could, lapping her tongue across the nipples until she reached the peaks, then sucking upon them in atypical rhythms so Sasha never knew quite when the next wave of pleasure would hit. It certainly seemed to have the desired effect.
Kaitlyn's own body was responding in the most demonstrative of ways to proceedings thus far. She felt that for both Sasha's and her own comfort, it was best she took the lead on the undressing front.
Sasha watched as Kaitlyn fell back onto her knees at the far end of the bed. She hoisted her tank top above her head, her large chest emerging from beneath, then lowered her black knickers down over her improbably muscular, sculpted legs. More often than not, setting sight on her best friend's various voluptuous assets in all their glory had made Sasha feel somewhat inadequate in the past. Now she just felt grateful; privileged that this curvaceous goddess of a woman had chosen little old her.
Now it was Kaitlyn's turn to feel self-conscious. It was unfamiliar territory for her to doubt the effect of her physique upon the opposite sex, at least if things had progressed as far as the bedroom. But this was not the opposite sex, nor someone who had exhibited any genuine attraction towards the female form. Maybe this was where she woke up and her dreams came tumbling down. Things had been going suspiciously well so far.
"You... you do think I'm hot, don't you?" Kaitlyn asked with words and a tone of voice that made her feel seventeen again.
"I mean, seeing you like this turns me on like you wouldn't believe, but..."
"Haven't I always said that if I was into girls you'd be exactly what I'd go for?" Sasha interrupted, hesitating due to the unfamiliar feeling of being the one doing the reassuring.
"Um, yeah I know... but that doesn't mean..." Kaitlyn blustered.
"You're strong, you're beautiful and you're sexy as fuck. Now get your fine self back over here," Sasha said heartily, then allowed herself a shrill giggle at the surreality of the situation.
Her confidence restored, Kaitlyn assumed the position astride Sasha's petite form once again. They locked eyes once again, both knowing what came next and regarding it with both immense excitement and trepidation. It was virgin territory for both, but if they were to share such an experience with anyone it would be each other. No words needed to be spoken to communicate this. They understood each other perfectly.
"I really do love you, Mercedes..." Kaitlyn reiterated anxiously. She needed to lay it bare one last time before she felt able to proceed.
"...I've wanted you so bad for so long. This isn't a one-off, this isn't an experiment... This is me showing you what I want the rest of our lives to be. Do you believe me?"
"Of course. I want it too. I'm not gonna lie and say it had occurred to me before now, but... it feels so right," Sasha breathed. Her heart continued to pound, but now her body's sense of urgency was born purely of anticipation rather than nerves. She wanted to be touched there. She wanted the love radiating between them at this moment to be made flesh.
Kaitlyn gave a relieved, almost victorious smile. She glanced over the entirety of Sasha's tight, petite frame one last time before zeroing in on her flat, wonderfully toned midriff, kissing her way down across her belly button before coming to a stop at the last area of flesh that remained covered. Sasha elevated her lower body off the mattress as Kaitlyn gently removed the translucent, lightly soaked white lace from around her waist.
Sasha closed her eyes in anticipation, worried that the visual would throw her into instinctive panic. She felt Kaitlyn's warm, damp tongue at her entrance, slowly breaching her folds as the ecstasy began to swell and swirl. The tongue slid its way along her walls with slow, deliberate intent. Then she reached the middle, and at that point Sasha lost the ability to feel anything else. Nothing but the blissful sensation as Kaitlyn began to suck and release. Now she felt brave enough to open her eyes. Kaitlyn's face pressed between her legs, a look of pure relish crossing it as she delved deeper and deeper. It only heightened the pleasure. She was so gorgeous, and so skilled. It had been so long. This felt incomparably phenomenal.
Kaitlyn couldn't pretend to be a little unnerved at first. The taste and the texture were somewhat bizarre, and not exactly pleasant, but knowing she was coming into contact with the very core of the woman she loved kept her going. That and the glorious moans of satisfaction Sasha began to let out. To know she was the one causing those wondrous, primal calls; this was the stuff of her deepest fantasies. After a while everything became one; the more sweet juices tumbled onto Kaitlyn's tongue, the more vigorous and intense the moans became. The end began to justify the means and Kaitlyn found herself well and truly getting off on the act as well. Then all of a sudden Sasha tensed up, her breathing becoming shallow.
"Celeste!" she exclaimed in near hysterics. Kaitlyn extricated herself from between the younger woman's thighs and knelt beside her.
"Are you OK, darling? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" she questioned worriedly.
"No... nothing at all, I just... I'm close... v-very close. Hold me..." Sasha almost fell into Kaitlyn's middle as the tumbled back onto the mattress, this time with Kaitlyn underneath. The Texan draped one arm around her lover's back, and with the other reached back toward her groin, feverishly working between her folds.
Sasha couldn't ask for a better ending to it all; being held still as she began to wail, shudder and finally let go of a glorious rush of pure elation.
"I love you," she breathed one more time into Kaitlyn's ear as she fell limp atop her.
"I love you too, angel. So much," Kaitlyn replied, wrapping Sasha tightly in her arms, taking in her innocent afterglow, feeling the slickness of the younger girl's orgasm coating her right hand; tangible evidence that she'd fulfilled her in just the way she envisaged. All the pining, the heartache; it didn't matter anymore. Her pipe-dream had come true. It felt like anything was possible now.
