Alaya comes behind Fiona and unbuttons, unzips and unlocks her clothing. She allows gravity to pull everything to the floor. Fiona remains standing with nothing more than undergarments.

Fiona steps around her clothes and mimics Alaya. She moves behind Alaya and does exactly the same thing as clothing drops to the floor around Alaya's feet, like a mote of fabric protecting her body.

Alaya swings around and pulls her wife close. She takes her time pulling up Fiona's brassiere, slowly over her wife's head. She peeks to see white porcelain breasts with pink solid nipples like two tiny jellies. Alaya then pulls down her wife's knickers to find a patch of auburn hair, beautiful hair. Fiona is now fully naked. Alaya is seeing beauty.

Fiona takes off all Alaya's undergarments and she sees pink and green scales. Fiona walks around the naked Alaya examining every inch of her wife's body.

Alaya begins to clasps hands, Fiona immediately unbuckles them and whispers, "I am attracted to you. I find your entire body beautiful. All of it." She kisses her wife's neck.

Alaya jumps as Fiona grabs and squeezes her ass cheek.

Alaya's human and Silurian blood inside of her is pumping fast, flowing between her heart, between her legs and crown. Alaya can taste the air and feel her Silurian instincts demand to over, but lets Fiona take her time.

Fiona can see Alaya's chest heaving and it is causing her folds of skins between her legs to produce moisture and slight pulsating sensation.

Alaya can smell Fiona as the additional scent of sweet wet rain has just entered the room. She is becoming more turned on as Fiona traces her body with her hands feeling every scale, gliding over every pink and green variation.

Fiona's eyes dilate with each new pattern of green scales, into soft pink and back into the emerald path around her back. Her wife's back has a pattern looking like a tree with symmetrical branches hugging around the rib cage, waist, a small path up to neck to finally explode into a glorious crown. She whispers, "More stunning than Hebe, L'Estasi di Santa Teresa or Daphne combined. An artist would be lost in dreams trying to paint your body."

Alaya's glands between her legs are producing human scents and her crown is releasing Silurian smells ... she wonders if Fiona can smell them? If not, it doesn't matter. She can smell Fiona and that is enough, plenty to drink from their think air filling the room. "Your words, as always are wonderful."

With a curious look, Fiona comes around to face Alaya. Fiona closes her eyes, takes a deep breath with her nose as it expands her nostrils. Fiona's eyes pop open darker green and her lips are slightly puffier.

Fiona needs to investigate.

Fiona smiles at her wife and drags a chair over to Alaya's side.

Fiona puts her hand on her wife's shoulder as she steps onto the chair. From this height, she can see Alaya's crown and with shaking hands she touches each ridge. Gliding from the high forehead to the tip, around the back and taking in her wife's scent. "Magnificent".

Alaya emits more human and Silurian aroma.

Fiona gets off the chair and places the chair directly in front of Alaya. Fiona sits down and bends to smell what is between Alaya's legs. She takes a deep breath in, instantly Alaya secretes more.

Fiona stands and moves the chair out of the way. "I only had one glass of wine. Why do I feel drunk?"

"Just like your body gives off scent when you are turned on, so do I."

Fiona takes a big breath in, "I smell honey."

"My human side"

Fiona take a big breath in, "I smell nature?"

"My Silurian side."

"Delicious."

"Thank you."

"Do you smell me?"

"Yes."

"What do I smell like to you?"

"Rain showers on a hot summer day."

"That is nice."

"It is sexy."

Fiona looking into Alaya's eyes, "I know books, science, bodies …. I am turned on completely. I want to be intimate with you … I am unsure of myself. I honestly do not know what to do ..." she looks down ashamed, "I was not brave enough to ask your mothers."

"We have to learn about each other." Pulling up her wife's chin Alaya kisses Fiona's puffy lips.

Fiona she kisses Alaya along her neck and bites down.

Alaya makes a sound that comes deep inside the throat.

"Was that a good sound?"

Alaya nods and smiles.

"So you like to be bitten?"

"Just in particular spots."

'Where?"

"We have a lifetime to find them."

"Challenges, I love a challenge."

"Do you like to be bitten."

"I don't think so. I like to be licked."

Alaya clinches her hands.

Fiona unbounds Alaya's hands. "Did I miss something? I want to know you, all of you."

Alaya slinks her long tongue around her wife's shoulders, around her waist, up her mid-section and flicks a nipple before she slowly slinks it back into her mouth. She tastes love and desire.

Fiona grabs Alaya's arm and quickly finds the chair to sit down.

Alaya immediately comes to her knees and looks into Fiona's eyes. "I am sorry, I did too much. I am sorry. It is how I understand feelings."

Fiona widens her eyes, "What?" As if woken out of a dream, "No. That was amazing, it sent chills down my spine. Your tongue touches me beautifully. Don't ever hold back, please, my beautiful brown eyed Silurian?" Fiona is looking into the deep brown eyes hoping that Alaya understands that she loves her tongue. "I find your tongue extremely, um…. sensual. It pleases me. It was like a satin ribbon wrapping around me."

Alaya instantly stands, picks Fiona off the chair, lays her on the bed and lets her tongue wash over her from head to toe.

Fiona is squirming and reacting as the tongue goes around the neck, around the breast, a nipple, stomach, down her legs and in between. Fiona is moaning, breasts heaving up and down. Fiona starts to grab her own breasts and pulling the nipples. Alaya is secreting again.

Fiona closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in and sits up, pulling Alaya on top of her. "Please Alaya no more teasing. Please Alaya."

Alaya takes her tongue and slithers down between her legs, and her face begins to narrow the gap. Alaya find Fiona's pearl and start to suck all the while the tongue slips into her vagina. Fiona arches her back, her toes curl and her Scottish mouth begs, "Alaya, oh good. That is amazn'. Doont stop, please."

Alaya pulls out her tongue and concentrates on Fiona's clit with just her mouth and tongue. She reaches over and Fiona's thighs wide and Alaya places one finger in Fiona's wet warm vagina, instantly Fiona's vagina pulled Alaya's finger in and clamps down.

Alaya's throat makes a deep clicking sound, Fiona asks, "The sounds you're making are deeper."

Alaya responds, "Um, all good. It just means I am sexually excited."

Fiona pulls Alaya's face up and kisses intensely. Fiona, "Tell me. Please. Show me."

Alaya takes Fiona's right hand and places it on her crown and Fiona's left hand between her legs. "I have two places. The folds of my crown are very intimate and between my legs is similar to you. I just do not have a vagina opening."

Fiona smiling, "Do you receive pleasure the same way I do? With a touch? Do you orgasm?"

"Oh yes, I do orgasm. The same way you do, touch me like I am touching you."

Alaya takes her hand and gently opens the layers of skin to find Fiona's layers. Fiona follows Alaya's hands and feels the location and repeats it between Alaya's thighs. There isn't hair just soft scales like flower petals, overlapping each other. Fiona investigates as Alaya is secreting more delicious perfume. Fiona has reached the final fold, gently pulling it back and finding a sensitive area.

Alaya instantly groans and the clicking sound is getting louder and deeper. Alaya's scales softer here than any other part of her body, Fiona is enjoying feeling them between her fingers. Alaya places her head on Fiona's shoulder and arches her back. Fiona and Alaya are moving their hands in sync with each other, the heart beats are the same, the breathing is matching and the room is full of a perfume mixture. With each breath, Fiona and Alaya become intoxicated.

Alaya is waiting for Fiona gently coaxing her to a plateau. Fiona is climbing Alaya's finger and can feel the pulsations. Alaya takes Fiona's hand on her crown and places it on a small opening, where the scent is coming from. Fiona feels the warmth and plays inside. Alaya groans. Alaya is moving her finger in and out and with her thumb circular movement under fold of skin. Fiona breathes faster and concentrates on her hands on Alaya. Their motions are rhythmic, together, strong and powerful. Fiona's muscles clamp down hard on Alaya's finger. Alaya unlocks the mental barrier and allows Fiona to bring her to climax. Fiona comes hard, long and whispers affections with a combination of Scottish words and stutters. Alaya comes with glorious sounds coming from her throat. The combined heat feeds off each other like sound waves. Over and over again.

Finally, their bodies unclench and collapse. Alaya moves to her side and kisses Fiona tenderly.

Their breaths are heavy, heartbeats pound through their rib cages and they hold hands.

Fiona with a sullen Scottish accent whispers, "At was amazin."

"Your accent is heavy."

"My Scottish accent comes out the less control I have."

"Why? Your accent is wonderful."

"Good. Because when it is just the two of us, I want to let it flow. But only between us."

"A wonderful gift. But you should not.."

Fiona covers Alaya's mouth with a scented finger, "Hush, this is not a debate. This is about our future. My patients need to understand me and respect me. I have worked very hard to get the linguistics down, don't try to convince me otherwise."

Alaya nods and understands, "I do, I will. Please promise me that you won't hold back when we are alone."

"Aye, Ye ur mah loove."

Alaya smiles and teases, "Ah better, I think. Wait. What did you say?"

Fiona gives a fake sad face and teases in her heaviest accent, "Ye better be jokin' ur 'at is th' lest time ye tooch me Silurian."

Alaya smiles devilishly and pulls Fiona close.

"Are ye done, have you run out of steam? I would like another go if ye don't mind."

Alaya joking retorts, "We are just taking a wee break. This is our honeymoon."