[anonymous requested: Madison/Zoe, NSFW]

Madison gripped Zoe's outer thighs tightly, digging her fingernails into the soft flesh until Zoe groaned and closed her eyes for a moment. Her fingers ran through Madison's hair softly, pushing it away from her face, preparing for what she knew what come next (it was going to be her.)

Madison leaned into the touch briefly, the feel of Zoe's hand sliding through her straight hair, tugging on it just a little bit, was enough to keep her going. It was almost enough to make her feel, almost. She pressed a wet kiss against Zoe's inner thigh, just one, and waited, smirking until Zoe sat up and looked down at her, kneeling on the floor mostly naked.

"Are you sure about this?" Zoe asked, mistaking Madison's teasing for hesitance.

Madison resisted the very strong urge to roll her eyes. It was just like Zoe to assume the worst. "Obviously I am," she said, "or I wouldn't be down here. Listen, I know you have a complex about your 'killer vagina,' but I figured even you would know a little bit about foreplay."

Zoe's legs twitched and Madison held them in place firmly, easing the sting of her words with another kiss to the thigh. The skin was soft and warm and inviting, so very inviting. Madison couldn't get over it. There was so much life in such a relatively small part of the body. There were muscles, bones, blood, nerves. There was life. Zoe had life and Madison had to remind herself that she had all the same parts that Zoe did.

But it didn't feel the same. It wouldn't feel the same until Madison was buried deep inside Zoe, feeling muscles clench around her fingers, tasting the sweat that broke out across Zoe's skin, hearing the sound of Zoe crying out ring in her ears until it was all she knew anymore.

Zoe opened herself to Madison and Madison took until she trembled along with Zoe. She pushed deeper and harder and Zoe let her, urged her on until she felt everything again.

The rush lasted for only a little while, fading after Zoe had insisted on post-sex snuggling that Madison would never publicly admit to. It was enough.