You smiled at Lovina's note.
It was kinda cute how she cooked for you, (You saw how she choked you with an alcoholic drink, right?) but now… You touched the sweat sweltering on your neck, grimacing a bit.
A bath would be nice. You nodded, agreeing with your own thoughts.
Slightly moving the plate, you turned away from its delicious smell, walking away regretfully. You did really want to eat it….. Somewhat pouting, you looked at Lovina, who was still on the couch.
With a smirk, you patted her head and thanked her. She looked back to you and hmpfed, glaring away, an action typical of her. She did, however, have a red sheen over her cheeks, although she tried to cover it unsuccessfully. You thought was quite cute. For someone your own age anyways.
You took your clothes from the guest room and entered the toilet in a hurry, knowing that NO ONE would go in the washroom and disturb your showering space. (Yes, yes that's what you think.)
Entering the marble tiled bathroom, and closing the door behind you, you place your normal looking clothes on the counter, taking off your own damp and brownish clothes, hitting the ground with a small tap.
Entering the shower, you looked at the handle, that once looked like an airplane controls with all sorts of different things on it, like intricate buttons that would explode if you did the wrong combination. You, however, remembered that one spin on the left was scalding hot and a spin to the right was ice cold. At the end, you had to recruit the help of Isabela to teach you how it worked, while panicking frantically. She took pleasure in doing it too, since she was giggling the whole time.
Agghghghhgg. You put your head between your hands, massaging your temples. It was quite embarrassing now that you think about it.
With a blush on your cheeks, you manipulate the handle, tilting it to the right, until a soft stream of cold water overhead cascaded upon your body. You rested a bit, the heat emanating from your body slowly, making you shiver a bit.
You only felt tired, not dehydrated, so that was a small plus. At least you didn't faint. (Like last time) Rubbing the dirt off your legs with a concentrated frown, you didn't notice the door creaking slowly, or a person taking off their clothes, or the person sneaking in the shower with you. Geez. Actually, you only noticed when you felt their really hot skin against yours. You yelped, jumping a bit out of your skin.
OMGOGGMOGMGOMGOGMOGMOAOSDOASIDOAISDOAISJDOIASJDIAS- All your senses fired at the same time as your heart beat 500 km per hour, not daring looking behind you.
"(y_n), calm down~" Isabel's smooth voice tumbled over your ears, feeling her heat through the thin water veil that separated both of you. She smelled of salt and earth, her own natural scent, though it made you nervous now.
She laughed, her voice sparkling. You turned around, taking a rather big look at Isabel's body. She probably noticed it by now, as she had a grin in the corner of her lips. Really, how could you ignore that when her freaking boobs were in your face? Not that you didn't like it.
You gulped, trying to keep your cold blood. "Isabel-" You began, trying visibly to stay calm, "Er-"
She approached, enjoying that reaction, "Si?" She asked, a hint of amusement in her tinting voice.
"Wh-why, are you here?"
"Can one not make water economy?" You were pretty dense, but hell, there was so much sexual tension the moment she stepped in the bath. At this rate, your breath was so arrhythmic that you thought were going to hyperventilate.
You put yourself against the shower's window, trying to not look at anything except the sides and the smooth floor . You felt her hand on your cheek, catching you off guard.
You know that you shouldn't be turned on by this, as it was hard enough to not look at her direction, even though you felt her breasts pressing up against yours and her other hand slipping down your stomach. You slightly doubted that she wasn't going to do anything too bad. Bad in a way that would make Lovina take out her earphones and blush like mad tomato.
Her hot fingers slid up your torso, in a sort of sensual movement that made your skin crawl with pleasure. You remembered the time when Prussia visited the restaurant. For some odd reason, you heard a lot of people saying "Bad touch trio" or "Perverts." It didn't seem like Spain was a pervert really…. (Though she gropes Lovina , and that was an usual occurrence so it didn't bother you.)
"Wai-" You began saying, though your words got interrupted by the lips being placed forcefully against yours. After that, you couldn't think the least straight anymore (Get it, because gay? Hahahahahaha I'm so hilarious). Your mind was overwhelmed. Mostly the feel of her soft lips on yours did the job one handedly.
Kissing her back, a warm feel in your chest blossomed, as your hands began fondling her bosom. You could feel her smiling through the kiss, while the water seemed to be getting warmer and warmer as Isabel began to lower her hands to your hips, sensually touching your skin, sending delighted chills through your spine. Spain moved downwards, running her index down your thigh. You were breathing heavily, out of breath for several reasons.
One, you were still tired by the tomato picking.
Two, that was a hella deep kiss.
Three, the woman in front of you began stroking your clit.
Clamping your lips together, you tried to keep out any noise that could creep up your mouth and alert Lovina of the activity going on.
While her fingers moved in a teasing motion, your lips curled up in anticipation. She herself took a deep breath, and hiccupped a bit, a smile plastered on her face. It was slightly disconcerting once you felt her inside you. slid up and down, starting slowly, very slowly. Pleasure made your walls contract and decontract under her masterful touch.
Your breath was getting quicker, her strokes more rhythmic. Spain then put her tongue on your clit, which sent a shock of relish through your body.
You moaned, which slipped by your lips. "Faster." You whispered, beckoning her closer. She executed your desires, slicking your insides with her fingers, making the experience even more flavourful with her tongue.
As you approached your climax, Spain got up, making eye contact with you. She brushed your clit, whispering erotic words in your ears and kissing your neck. Finally, your walls contracted and squirmed, all your body tensing under the immense heat that coursed through your body in an instant.
She brushed your wet (h_c) hair above your ear, and smiled. A blush covered your cheeks once again, as you leaned towards her and putted a small shy kiss on her mouth, the little pecks becoming fervent once you knew it was your turn.
"That was a long bath." Lovina commented, not turning around, looking very absorbed by the tomato documentary on the television.
"I was only in the bath for 30 minutes." You replied, sighing. "You go for at least one hour, Lovi."
"SHUT UP!" She blindly threw a pillow towards the direction of your voice. "THEY ARE CONTEMPLATIVE BATHS."
You couldn't even bring yourself to dodge it. It thumped against the wall, off by one meter from your body. Your mind was still whirling around how, with small cries, the brunette had grabbed your body closer to hers, her pleasure ridden face graved in your mind.
The woman in question had popped up behind you, and whispered in your ear, making your heart (figuratively) jump out of your chest.
"You did great, (y_n)." She smiled, her words sounding amused under her pants. "We should do it again tomorrow."
You were pretty sure she didn't mean tomato picking.