Ok, this is a very loose interpretation of First Time. Obviously, neither of these characters are virgins. However, Tracy has never been with a female-bodied person. This is her first time being with someone who is, at the moment, presenting as female.

Cheating? Maybe. But I just couldn't write something that revolved solely around hair pulling, which to me is a spice, not the main course.

If her Pet kept that up, Loki was going to shove her face between her legs.

Her wife had become more and more comfortable with her female form, but still Loki restrained herself from following the thought with action. Having never been with a woman, Tracy had been shy and hesitant when it came to physical affection when Loki chose to go femme. She hadn't been disgusted or turned off...far from it, in fact. Loki had seen the way her Pet's eyes had dilated, heard her breath catch the first time she presented herself in her femme form to her Pet's eyes. She had attempted to cover up her true reaction with a comment about hair conditioner...although Loki knew conditioner hadn't been on her Pet's mind when she ran a hand through her waist length black hair.

No, it wasn't disgust that had her hesitant. It was shyness due to lack of experience, and being unsure of herself. Even with the non-sexual touching, Tracy was slow, gauging Loki's reactions, using her various abilities to monitor if she was touching her right, wandering if she needed to do anything different with Loki as a she than Loki as a he. Her poor Pet just couldn't understand that it didn't matter how she touched her, just that she did.

The two of them had worked on her confidence, and over time they had touched, teased, and even kissed. But they hadn't gone all the way when Loki was presenting femme, not yet. Loki hadn't wanted to rush her wife, and since she didn't push, neither did Tracy. Loki had been patient. She remembered that it had been hard to get her Pet to open up sexually at the start of their relationship as a him. Being with her as a her was brand new and something her Pet stumbled over. Loki's self-control was very, very good and she respected her Pet's boundaries.

But now...

The two of them were cuddled on the sofa, watching more of Supernatural. Tracy had been a big fan of the show before she had been captured, and had recently discovered that during her imprisonment, 12 more seasons of the show had come out. She had been excited when she made that discovery, and now the two of them were slowly making their way through all 15 seasons of the program. Loki had to admit the story was intriguing, and the show was entertaining overall. And had her Pet not ruined her for anyone else forever, she might have found the lead actors to be good eye candy.

It was difficult, however, to concentrate on the story and dialogue when her Pet's finger was making those little circles on her chest. Especially when they stroked the underside of her breast and then traced around the top swell of the same breast. Loki fought not to squirm even as her nipple turned into a stiff peek and her core began to slowly heat up.

Not to mention that she was picking up something through their bond that was making it even harder not to get the both of them naked, grab her wife's hair, and guide her face to her throbbing cunt.

Her Pet had to know how she was affecting her. How could she not, with her empathic abilities? Even without those, she had her sense of smell, better than any animal's, that would pick up the scent of her arousal. Or her hearing...surely she could hear Loki's breath hitch, or her heart pounding?

Her Pet's finger grazed her hard, aching nipple. Loki grabbed her hand with lightning-fast reflexes, careful not to hurt her. "Pet..." she snarled.

Tracy lifted her head from her shoulder, her face bewildered and a little hurt. "You don't want...?"

Loki blinked down at her. She hated seeing that wounded look in her Pet's eyes, even for a single moment, especially since she was the cause. She could pick up all sorts of things over their link now. Arousal. Determination. A desire to please her Mistress. Her pet was fully in a submissive space, and was more sensitive when she was there.

But Loki had to hear it first.

"Are you sure?"

"You know I am."

"You need to say it, my sweet." Tracy was bad about not using her words. Loki wanted her to speak of her desires out loud.

Her wife licked her lips, and Loki saw her struggle to maintain eye contact as she said, "Please, Loki. Let me love you. Let me learn your body all over again. Let me pleasure you."

Her words ignited the simmering fire in her core into an inferno.

She wove her hand through her Pet's hair and tugged her face forward. "Good," she growled, her melodic voice dripping with lust. Then she yanked her Pet's head back by her hair and kissed her greedily.

Her wife's responding moan almost made her come undone. She swept her tongue into her Pet's, plundering her mouth, making the kiss a branding, a claiming. Loki pulled on her hair again and purred in her ear: "You have been driving me mad for the past half hour. I need you to worship me as the goddess I am, Pet."

"Yes," she responded in a whisper. "Oh, yes."

With a thought, their clothes melted away and Loki shifted, gently pulling her Pet off the sofa and rearranging them so that she knelt between her legs, their lips still locked. Loki kept a firm hold on that chestnut hair even after her wife broke the kiss to trail her lips down her neck and trace her collarbone with her tongue.

Loki was not in the mood for more foreplay. She yanked on the handful of dark locks to pull her Pet away from her breast, and pushed her down. "I said worship me. Stop teasing me."

Tracy tried to keep the snicker quiet, but Loki heard it anyway. She yanked on her hair again, much harder this time. The harsh gasp her Pet let loose was music to her ears. Even after that, she decided to risk further wrath by kissing and then biting on her inner thigh. Loki growled in response.

Her Pet's touch was tentative, exploratory, and despite the urgency she felt Loki did not rush her. This was like their first time all over again, and despite her assurances that all her Pet had to do was keep in mind what she liked and do it to her, Loki actually liked things a little differently. She preferred it rougher, but she would not force her Pet.

Tracy nipped at her inner thighs again before leaning in and pressing her lips to her mons. She followed that with some kittenish licks to her outer labia. Loki moaned and tightened the hold she still had in her Pet's tresses. The kittenish licks became dragging sweeps of her tongue before Tracy slid it to her inner labia, taking the lips into her mouth one at a time and sucking on them.

She wasn't gentle either. It was exactly how Loki loved it.

It was nice being married to an empath.

Loki felt her tongue lick up her slit, then those fingers hold her folds open while the tip of her tongue dipped into her entrance. "Norns," Loki groaned, her fist in Tracy's hair tightening even more, "That's It, Pet. You are doing so well."

Her Pet glowed at the praise, swirling her tongue inside her as far as it could do before sliding back through her folds to lash at the button at her apex. Loki sucked in a breath and bit her lip. Oh yes, this was worth the wait and then some. Her little submissive was earning herself a very nice reward. She lapped at her clitoris for a minute more before wrapping her lips around it and sucking while sliding two fingers inside her.

There was nothing shy or hesitant about the way she thrust those fingers inside her, wet squelching sounds echoing. Her Pet was doing it right, her fingers curled so they struck at just the spot they needed to. Loki panted and moaned, tugging on her Pet's hair as she rode her face, gyrating her hips and writhing.

Her screams might have awakened all of New York were it not for the soundproofing spells wrapped around their home. "Don't stop, love, do not stop!" Then she came again.

Several more orgasms later, Loki slowly loosened her hold on her wife's hair. Her Pet was helping her come down, lapping at her gently, kissing her through the aftershocks. She finished by kissing her thigh before laying her head in her lap.

Loki petted her, stroking the soft tresses in her shaking hand while her other arm covered her eyes.

"May I do that to you more often now?" Tracy asked, trailing her fingers along her inner thigh, traveling up...

Loki caught her hand, and brought it up to her lips to kiss the knuckles. "I may need to recover for a little bit before you do," she told her eager love. "For now, I do believe I owe you a reward..."