She watched Sienna with cerulean eyes full of a hungry need. She lusted for her, wanted nothing more than to repeat what they'd already done.
It made her nipple hard and her pussy wet, to imagine what she'd tasted like, that warm, wet, slick heat that she'd licked her way up into until her mouth was flush with the lips of her sex and her tongue was busily worming its way inside of Sienna. She'd arched up on her desk, moaning low in her throat, because while school had already over, there was still that slim chance that they'd be caught like this- with Sienna a moaning mess spread out on her desk with her head between her legs, breaking her apart from the inside, so agonizingly gentle.
Thinking about getting caught then had somehow turned her on even more.
But she couldn't think about that now.
She was... She was supposed to be studying.
And so she simmered silently in her loathing for Fortune Lover, Jeord and Maria that as she sat at her desk, her face drawn into a frown as she worked at her homework for once. She struggled in Mr. Gerran class, never did her homework or copying Sienna.
Now she'd never put much stock in Heaven or any of that religious stuff, but she figured if there was a God in Sorcier, He'd created Sienna just to make her hurt.
As the bell rang and Sienna got up and Katarina began following her out the door, Katarina glanced back at her teacher, his eyes filled with a knowing look. And she ached to touch and cursed herself for these idle hands of her that seemed to have a mind of their own.
It was raining heavily, so hard you could hear the water pelting against the roof of the school, by the time her last class ended that day. And it was still raining that night when she'd finally finished her assignment papers at the school, one that she need to send tomorrow. She liked to do that there as opposed to doing it at her own room since it gave her time to herself and away from her collapsing engagement or her possible doom. But that wasn't the point.
The point was that she hadn't been expecting to find Sienna there outside her roomthat night, staring out from the slightly opened window in front of Katarina's dorm door, the wind of the storm making a few strands of her flaxen blonde hair dance while she watched, mesmerized.
Sienna noticed her out of the corner of her eye and her shoulders gave a jerk.
She'd startled her, Katarina realized, and she was still being much too quiet and even what she was sure Sienna describe as "creepy."
"Oh, Sienna. What are you still doing here this late?"
"Katarina? Oh, I'm not sleepy yet, soo.. and the weather make it hard to sleep. With the noises and in this cold temperature."
Suddenly the slightly ajar window in front of Sienna opened widely, the rain and cold wind greeted both of them, drenching both them slightly.
"Ah, I'm drenched."
Do...do you want to go to my room? If you don't changes your clothes, you can got sick, you know."
"Can I?"
"Yeah, though Anne not here now, so you must change by yourself. Of course, I'll helping you."
"Okay then, lead the way Katarina."
She locked her door when Sienna and her both in her room.
And then she had Sienna up against the door, kissing her fiercely.
They were slightly wet from the cold rain, but in that moment her body warmed and Sienna parted her lips for her, letting her tongue in to plunder Sienna's mouth as her hands found her hips and hoisted her up so that her legs were wrapped around her waist.
After a few minutes of the kiss, Katarina pulled back to catch her breath, but her mouth didn't leave Sienna's, choosing instead to move to her neck where she pressed soft, tentative kisses to the sensitive skin that lay above her jugular vein.
She moaned brokenly in response, her fingers clenching in the wet fabric of the back of her nightgown and he could almost feel the blood traveling upwards, up to her brain.
"Sienna, Sienna," Katarina whispered into her slick skin and she only dropped her head back, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent plea.
Staring at her, the beautiful picture she made with her loose, wet lips and this expression of pure ecstasy on her face though Katarina barely even touched her, she was overcome with longing.
"Sienna, can I-"
"Please," came her reply, and she marvelled at her voice, at how ragged and torn apart she sounded.
Katarina carried her to the bed, laying her out on the soft bed before she was undoing Sienna's nightgown and unzipping the fly of her own nightgown, dully aware of her lifting her hips to shimmy out of her nightgown and panties, which fell to the ground at Katarina's feet with a faint sound.
When she looked at Sienna, she stared up at her with eyes that she believed to be the clearest she'd ever seen, her face unreadable.
And in that moment, staring down at her with the sound of the rain echoing in her room, the storm raging outside, the wind howling and screaming, she was the only thing she saw.
Shee knew what she was doing was wrong, knew that if they were caught that there'd be a whole slew of serious consequences, knew that her fiance would leave her if she ever found out. Not that he care.
But in that moment, she couldn't bring herself to care.
Because her angel was reaching for her and lacing her fingers in her long brown hair so Sienna could tug her face down to slot their mouths together in an agonizingly gentle kiss.
And God help her, she was kissing back.
She felt Sienna's legs tighten at her back, felt her sandals urging her on and Katarina raised a hand to cup the side of her face, her thumb stroking over her cheek as she rose up on her toes and drew back... And then she thrust her free fingers into Sienna, Sienna moaning into her mouth at the sensation, with her leg wrapped around Katarina, taking everything her finger gave and giving back so much more.
She made sure to move slowly at first, aware that it was certainly painful for her, as she just pierced her best her hymen, but Katarina couldn't hold back for long and was soon thrusting her fingers into Sienna at ger own pace, alternating between fast, hard snaps of her wrists and long, slow, unforgiving thrusts into her when she arched up and craned her neck to capture her lips with her own.
Katarina milked Sienna's climax out of her and Sienna spilled her juices onto her fingers, Sienna squeezing her eyes shut as Katarina wrapped her arms around her and drew her in close to until chest touched each other, Katarina's warm weight on top of her oddly comforting. She didn't feel caged in or trapped or anything like that with Katarina all around her and her finger inside her and well... everywhere.
She felt... free. She felt so free that it was like she was flying.
