PROMPT: Could you do grenna's first time and Brenna is a virgin? -Anonymous

RATED M for a reason: Excessive kissing. Beware. (It's kind of fun to say, beware. O.o )


It started out slow, with a careful press of lips. There was something about kissing another girl that Brenna couldn't get enough of; the femininity, the sensuality, or maybe it was just that she was kissing Greer. Either way, Brenna's hands ended up tangling themselves in Greer's shirt and dragging the taller girl backwards until they fell into the bed. Greer landing atop her, hips pressing between her legs. Greer pulled away from the kiss, leaving both girls breathing heavily, and looked considerately at the smaller girl beneath her. "Are you sure?" she breathed. She was aware of Brenna's sexual history before her.

There wasn't one.

Brenna was a virgin.

There was a thought that Brenna had heard before, that the first time was supposed to hurt, and it gave her pause. She wouldn't be lying to say that she was nervous. She'd never been with another person before; had never imagined it being with another girl. But now? With the other girl looking down at her with that love and concern in her eyes? Making sure that Brenna knew they could stop if she wanted them to? Her anticipation and excitement overrode any doubt she had. Her love and trust for the other girl.

"I'm sure," she murmured. "I want my first time to be with you."

And that was all the confirmation between the girls that either of them needed. Greer kissed her again, a quick peck to the lips, and then again in growing ferocity. She moved with an expertise Brenna wasn't aware she had, nipping lightly at Brenna's bottom lip. Her tongue meandered into Brenna's hot mouth like a cool drink of water, caressing the whole of Brenna's being; Brenna hadn't known how thirsty she was for the other girl's touch until just then. There was a sudden shock to her system from the chill of Greer's fingertips as the gently brushed the skin of their stomach, reaching down to clasp at Brenna's shirt and pull it over her head.

Greer pulled back to look at Brenna, flushed with heavy, half-lidded eyes, top clad only in her black bra, brunette hair sprawled across the pillow. There was a moment of self-consciousness that Brenna experienced, wondering if Greer found her attractive enough, if she looked ridiculous of was acting the wrong way. "Stunning," Greer declared, biting her bottom lip at the sight of her girlfriend beneath her. "Brenna, you're gorgeous."

Brenna released her intake of breath, reaching behind to unclasp her bra.

Things moved a bit quicker after that.

Hands traveled, clothes were thrown off until both were laying intertwined, naked. Greer had rushed to take one of Brenna's erect nipples into her mouth, tongue swirling around the bud, sucking on it hungrily as her other hand groped and kneaded the other breast. Brenna threw her head back, gasping at the sensation, hips jerked up in response. Her abdomen tightened, there was a flush of heat, and need, and desire building in her lower region as Greer trailed her hand down and gently raked her nails against Brenna's stomach. Greer avoided the area that Brenna needed her most, choosing to instead stoke the area around her upper, inner thighs.

Touch is such an intimate feeling. To touch another person in a familiar manner requires a trust between the two in some way, shape, or form. A closeness, or affection. This was something that Brenna had drastically avoided over the years, until she met Greer.

As such, Brenna was all the more sensitive, acute, and aware of Greer's intimate touch. She needed her, Greer. Brenna needed her.

Greer kissed down the valley between Brenna's breasts, leaving occasional love bites here and there, sucking at her skin. She sunk lower and lower down Brenna's body until Brenna was left clutching at the sheets at the feeling of Greer's hot breaths and the brushing of Greer's hair as her head snuck between Brenna's thighs. And then… a ghost of a kiss against her soaking folds. Brenna inhaled sharply. And then again, with more pressure, Greer kissing against her folds. And then again, pressing her lips against Brenna as Brenna's hips rose to meet her and her thighs twitched.

And then Greer was licking her, tasting her, moving up and down and sucking all of Brenna's desire in. Brenna cried out; a clear, seductive keen that caused Greer to move faster. Then Greer's fingers were inside her- and God, if this wasn't anything but pure heavenly pleasure- in and out, in and out. Moving, licking, touching, tasting. Her fingers curled and twisted, hitting her right where Brenna needed her and Brenna lost all sense of control. Her legs reached out to stretch around Greer's upper back, to hold her there and bring her closer because something was building-

"Greer! Greer! Mmmm…" everything sensical was dancing away, and all she knew was the blonde girl between her legs and the feeling that was rising within her, and her hips kept jumping up to meet Greer's fingers. Her own hands grasping and clawing and scraping at the sheets. "Yes… Right there- right there."

And Greer began moving faster, licking faster. In and out, two- three fingers, in and out, in and out. Her mouth was at her entrance, sucking her in, in a way that should be illegal, fingers filling her and stretching her and bringing her to-

"Please! Please!" It was coming, something was coming, and- oh God- "Greer!"

And Greer pushed in harder, rougher, faster- She bit down of Brenna's clit- "Greer!"

With another touch, Brenna came undone, screaming out in overwhelming bliss as Greer helped Brenna ride out wave after wave of pleasure until her fingers were softly rubbing Brenna's swollen folds. She moved back up Brenna's body to deliver a sweet kiss to Brenna's lips, letting Brenna taste herself on Greer's tongue.

Their bodies were coated in a thin sheen of sweat; Brenna's hair mussed up in a way that screamed I just had thoroughly great sex. It was the most unraveled, the purest, that Greer had ever seen her. The most intimate. Vulnerable. The trust and love that Brenna looked back up at her with, knowing that she, Greer, was the only one allowed to touch Brenna like this, to taste her like this, to see her like this.

Greer kissed her again, softer, pulling away to lay down beside Brenna in bed. "Are you okay?" Greer asked quietly. Brenna hummed her approval, giving the blonde a lopsided smile.

"More than okay," Brenna blissfully replied. "A little sore, but I didn't know I could feel like that!" She sighed happily, "I love you."

Greer grinned, curling around the other girl and resting her head on Brenna's shoulder, "I love you too."

Brenna was well on her way to falling asleep in Greer's arms when a thought occurred to her and she turned to the other girl. Lazily mumbling, "What about you? You didn't get off."

A butterfly kiss on Brenna's neck was Greer's response, following a gentle, "We can worry about me tomorrow. Tonight was all about you." Another kiss, "Go to sleep, Bren. I'll still be here when you wake up."

"Okay," Brenna murmured as her eyelids fluttered closed, wrapped safely in Greer's arms. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."


A.N.

To Beauty. Is. Strange:

Lol- I thought it was funny too. The prompt called for something nervous, so I thought that almost everything regarding Greer could make her nervous :) Maybe I'm a little evil for that...

To shakalaka7:

Dude, I will totally take your suggestion in mind and I promise to write something based on it! Don't know when, or how, because I've been getting enough prompts in my feed to drive a person crazy (which is why I've been trying to keep things written on the smaller side, though it doesn't always work), but I swear I will. :) Glad to hear you're enjoying these! Thanks for your review!

To Everyone Else:

Thanks for reading! Hope this was okay- my first detailed-ish rated M fic. I was blushing and trying not to think about hot naked bodies the entire time I was writing this.

Please don't be thinking about hot naked bodies now.

O.o

I know, I'm evil.

Anyway, thanks for reading! I appreciate it.