Alright, darkmessiah17. Here you go.

This time not in Amphibia: Marcy and Anne try sexual role-play. Hilarity ensues.

1. Roll for initiative

"Coffee!"

Sasha turned around and smiled. "Morning, Anne. How was your night?"

"It was … interesting," the Thai woman muttered, yawning and sitting down at the table. She was currently wearing a light brown dressing gown which contrasted nicely with her skin color – kinda like milk mixing with coffee, with some darker and some lighter brown patches … ah yes, coffee. "Definitely interesting."

"Ah? Well, here you are," Sasha put a cup of coffee in front of her girlfriend and sat down herself. She took a sip and studied Anne. The other woman looked … well, beautiful, but that was normal. Sasha's lips twitched. She still couldn't believe her luck of having TWO stunning, kind, wonderful girlfriends. Who had decided that they wanted a night to themselves, with Sasha's blessing of course. It still made her all the more curious of what kind of exotic things her dear Anne and Mar-Mar had tried in bed. There had been hints after all … and according to her analysis Anne looked tired – good, good –, relaxed – very nice –, but also kinda … guarded? What was that about?

"I can feel you stare, Sasha," Anne remarked, taking her own sip.

"I'm sorry," Sasha quickly replied and quit staring into Anne's face, looking at her hands instead. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. But come on, Anne, I'm curious! Is there anything you can tell me?" Sasha leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table. "Anything? Pleeeeeeease!"

Anne snorted, looking at her girlfriend. "Are you that desperate, Sash?" she asked in that patented playful way that drove Sasha crazy. She and Anne had always had a very banter-heavy relationship, even before they had become lovers, but adding real sexual tension to this banter was like adding fuel to the fire. She had to restrain herself from moaning when Anne's finger slowly traced the lip of the cup. Maybe being a cup wasn't as boring as it seemed? Gosh, she wondered what things this finger had done to Marcy the night before …

"Can you blame me?" she asked the brown-haired woman, who was taking another sip now. "This is the first time you and Marcy have tried some role-play. I can see the traces all over you, you look relaxed, but SOMETHING weird happened. I need to know, Anne!"

"Sheesh, quit psychoanalyzing me, Sash," Anne chided her. She became a bit more serious though. She even blushed. Oh, how Sasha loved that dark skin just turn a little darker! "It was … good. I mean, really good. I was REALLY excited once the role-play part was over, and Marcy was too … we've always been so shy around each other, you should know, you told us that Marcy's and my kisses look more like sacred ceremonies than passion." She mock-glared at Sasha, but it was quickly replaced by a sassy smirk. "You wouldn't have said that about us yesterday ..."

"Aw, come on Anne, that's EVIL!" Sasha whined. She took her chair, put it next to Anne and sat down again, folding her hands pleadingly. "I beg you, please, tell me SOMETHING!"

Anne laughed. But as she was Anne, she was merciful even in her teasing. "Alright, alright … she wanted to do a princess/knight story, you know? Both of them wanting each other, but being anxious to break protocol?"

"A classic," Sasha commented, listening keenly. "So let me guess, she was the princess of Newtopia and you the valiant knight of Wartwood?"

Anne raised an eyebrow. "Have you by any chance played this with her before?" she asked mistrustfully. "If so, then I suddenly feel way less special."

"No, we haven't. We … don't actually do that much role-play in bed." Sasha took another sip. "Most often Mar-Mar … just let's me lead. It's pleasurable enough, I do enjoy making her squirm and fall apart, but I hope she'll get enough confidence to take the lead once in a while eventually." She looked into Anne's eyes. "You know … being equal."

Anne smiled sweetly and put her hand on Sasha's. "Maybe that's because you are such a good commander, Sash," she suggested. "Maybe she just enjoys you being so experienced. But she may be ready sooner than you think … just talk to her."

"Oh?" Sasha propped her chin up with the back of her hand, being interested again and ready to listen. "I sense more details coming. Now gimme, Sir knight!"

Anne chuckled. "Well … you are right, she was the Newtopian princess and I was a knight that protected Wartwood from beasts. The scenario was that she had heard of my heroic deeds and asked me to visit Newtopia. We would feel strong attraction for another, but know it wouldn't be proper to express feelings like that … at first." Anne's fingers danced on the table nervously … but she looked more excited than agitated. "And you know … me playing a kinda stuck-up knight, she actually was the one hustling things along."

"Really now?" Sasha encouraged her. Oh, this was gonna be good! "Tell me, tell me!"

"Okay ..."

"Sir Anne?"

"Yes, princess?" Anne's hands slowly and gently moved up and down Marcys's arm. Both of them were still wearing their underwear and were lying in their shared big bed. Sasha was using the guest room that night, as they always did when two of them wanted to have a night together as a couple. She loved that this worked so well between them, without any jealousy. Maybe because they often told each other what had happened on the following morning, giggling like schoolgirls, with maybe a few parts omitted, but no actual secrets. "What bothers you?"

"Do … you really have to go, Sir knight?" Oh my frog, Marcy played the role of a lovestruck, but very shy princess so well! The pleading look in her eyes sent shudders down Anne's spine. "Could you not stay a bit longer?" With me? Forever?

"Wartwood needs me, princess," Anne replied, putting a big amount of reluctance into her voice. She grabbed Marcy's arms gently and looked into her deep, dark eyes. "I enjoyed the time here in Newtopia immensely, my lady …" She closed her eyes as if she was trying to restrain herself from moving closer. This role-play stuff was really getting her excited, Marcy hadn't been wrong … she definitely needed to apologize to her girlfriend for all the good-natured teasing when Marcy had fallen asleep playing RPGs all night AGAIN. There indeed WAS something to slipping into a role and experiencing something from a different perspective … though they had been playing for quite a few minutes now, and nothing but quick pecks and touches had happened. She was getting anxious to get to the … climax of the story. "Especially that you honored me, a mere knight, by spending so much time with me, showing me the castle, the city, these beautiful gardens … but I have to go. My people need me."

"I know," Marcy whispered, taking on of Anne's hands and enclosing it with her own two. "You are such a great knight, Sir Anne … always thinking about the well-being of others." She pulled Anne's hand closer to her face, putting a quick kiss onto Anne's knuckles, which was over way too soon, but DID last a bit longer than her princess persona would have wanted. Maybe Marcy was getting anxious too. Anne hoped so. "I … I respect you so much."

"Daaaaang!" Sasha blinked and licked her lips. When had they become so dry? "That sounds … intense."

"Oh, believe me it was," Anne agreed and laughed. "It really got me in the mood ..."

"Princess ..." Anne stopped. Her heart was pumping, she was breathing faster, but she didn't quite know what to do. Maybe she should leave it up to Marcy? "I will always fondly remember the time we spent together. But we both know that this is the last day we will spend together for a long time. Is there anything I can do for you so you will remember me fondly as well?" Anne's hand found Marcy's cheek, feeling the heat radiating from it.

"I could never forget you, Sir Anne," Marcy retorted fiercely. "Not in a million years! Maybe … maybe I can convince father to transfer you to Newtopia! Then I could show you even more … … of the city ..."

Oh yes, Anne had noticed the long pause before the clarification. Marcy's princess persona was already hot and bothered, and she was getting desperate. Anne herself wasn't doing much better. She got that the reason for such a drawn-out scenario was to increase the sexual tension, but a growing part inside of her was craving the end of the scenario and what would follow. She began to rub Marcy's leg with her foot. It had nothing to do with the role-play, but Marcy didn't complain.

"I told you, my lady, Wartwood needs me," Anne explained, letting her fingers play with a lock of Marcy's hair. Her voice had become huskier. "I know the terrain and the surroundings very well, also the creatures living there. Replacing me would mean sending less experienced soldiers there, and that would mean exchanging one knight for at least two, probably three or four soldiers. It would not be worth it." Her fingers touched Marcy's lips lightly, just a soft caress without actually parting them, but moved away before Marcy could lick them and break character.

"But it would!" Marcy let go of Anne's hand and put both of them on Anne's cheeks. She was blushing harder, but her eyes never left Anne's. "You are worth so much more than you think, Sir Anne! I-I would feel incredibly honored if you were my personal guard … or … would you feel humiliated by being ordered to look after a mere damsel?" Marcy's left hand had begun to slide down to Anne's shoulder, then arm and had reached her waist. A soft squeeze made Anne inhale sharply.

"Not at all!" she countered immediately. "Princess, you are not a mere damsel! You are intelligent and kind and beautiful and you will be a formidable queen in the future!" Anne put her arms around Marcy's waist and pulled the other woman closer gently. She could feel Marcy's warm breath on her skin. She knew that she wouldn't be able to play along much longer. "A queen I will gladly swear fealty to … with all my heart. Please believe me, nothing would make me happier than being close to you, but in the eyes of the king I am just a lowly knight. Not worthy of your attention."

Marcy lowered her head. "I understand ..." she breathed, as a princess clearly unhappy, as herself decidedly less so.

Sasha bit the back of her hand. She squirmed a bit. She couldn't believe that merely listening to this was making her moist. "That's so hot!" she exclaimed, holding back a moan. "I can't believe you did that!"

"I know right?" Anne was breathing harder too, but she was faring better, having just lived through this story herself. "And that's when it got … weird."

"Sir Anne, I … I won't give up," Marcy continued, placing her forehead on Anne's chest. Anne bit her lip. This was getting unbearable. "I will continue trying to convince my father of your worth. But I understand that you need to go … just … would you do me one last favor?"

"Anything, princess," Anne nearly moaned when she felt the ghost of a kiss touch the skin above her chest. "You just need to ask."

"I'm not asking you as your princess," Marcy added. She pushed Anne away a tiny bit, though their waists stayed connected. Anne could feel a wetness other than her own down there. All she could do was stare at Marcy. "I am asking you as a woman … Anne. Would you please … kiss me?"

"I ..."

Something small was shoved into her hand. "Roll to resist my seduction attempt, Anne."

"She did WHAT?"

Sasha gaped at Anne, who was blushing heavily now and rubbing her head. She must have looked like a fish.

"Yeah, I know … she shoved a frickin' d20 in my hand ..."

Sasha couldn't help it. As soon as the surprise had worn off, she started laughing. Loud. Hard. Supported by her fist pounding at the table. She couldn't stop herself, not even when she felt Anne hitting her shoulder.

"It's not THAT funny, Sasha!"

"It-aaah … she … mmmmf! Hahahaha! … it abs-haha! Absolutely is, Anne!"

"Stop it!"

But Sasha couldn't. This was such a Marcy thing to do! She guffawed, she cackled on for at least another minute until she finally regained control, forcing it down till it was mere giggling. Anne was pouting. She was adorable! Sasha wanted to kiss her so badly right now, but she suspected that she would get hit again if she tried.

"I'll let you know that we still had a very enjoyable night, Waybright," Anne assured icily, glaring at her. "It was just a little hickup."

"I-I'm sorry, Anne," Sasha finally managed to enunciate. "I ..."

"Why are you guys so noisy?" they heard behind them. Sasha noticed that Anne's expression brightened immediately as she turned around and looked at their lover. Marcy looked as cute as usually in the morning. Her hair was unruly, her face looked half asleep and she was was wearing a slip and a t-shirt. One of Anne's, Sasha noticed, when she read "Frogspeed!" and saw a cartoon frog catching a fly with his tongue. A smile appeared on Marcy's face too, banishing some of the sleepiness. She walked over to Anne. "Good morning, my knight," she said, her voice turning sultry. She caressed Anne's cheek softly.

"Did you sleep well, princess?" Anne responded, looking up to her.

"Thanks to you." The two of them kissed. It was a short kiss, yet very sensual. Sasha didn't think that there was a tongue at work, aside from the one on the t-shirt, but a short moan escaped Anne's throat while their lips battled with each other. Suddenly Sasha believed Anne. Seemingly their night had not been ruined by Marcy's die fiasco. When they separated, Marcy smiled and said: "I'll be in the bathroom. Morning too, Sasha! Please save some coffee for me."

"Of course," Sasha mumbled. Marcy needed her coffee in the morning, that was a natural law. She watched her girlfriend walking towards the bathroom and locking the door. "Damn … I guess you really HAD a nice night."

"Oh yes," Anne confirmed. A dreamy expression appeared on her face and she stared at the wall. "It was … nice. We both continued to act shy, like our characters, which was perfect since it was our first role-play. I tried to remember what you and I did … but it was as you said, much of it was instinct. We didn't go south, since we thought two shy nobles wouldn't have done this at their first time, so we mostly just used our fingers, but … it was so hot, Sasha. I know you and I have role-played before, but not as two innocent characters. I had no idea vanilla sex could be THAT good in the right mindset." She curled her lips." And I didn't know her fingers are so … dexterous."

"She has had some training," Sasha uttered. She was reminded of the moistness between her legs again. Maybe this kind of scenario could be expanded? By, let's say, a charming bandit as a rival for the princesses affection … or the knight's? "But … how didn't this stuff with the die roll kill the mood? How did you … get on track again?"

"Oh, yes." Anne came back to reality and looked at Sasha. "It nearly DID destroy all the sexual tension, you're right. It felt like a sudden fire alarm." She grinned and ran her fingers through her hair veeery slowly. "Fortunately I had an idea. I did something that … brought back the mood."

Sasha was completely fixated on Anne's lips. "What?" she breathed.

Anne's grin turned saucy. She slowly stood up, leaned down to Sasha's ear and whispered: "I failed my will save." Then she walked back into the bedroom to dress herself, laughing softly.

It took Sasha nearly 15 seconds to shake off her stupor. She blinked. She scowled. The she shouted: "YOU FUCKIN' NERDS!"