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Three days. It had been three days that Emily had been home. And it almost felt like -almost, mind you- that she had never even left. Every break, every dinner, every longing look, every unsavory tease, every joke with Angel, every awkward encounter with Alastor, everything Lucifer made another jab at when the three would be marrying, it all felt so... normal. Correct. Like this was the way things were always supposed to be.
And as the slender angel tenderly nursed a mug of tea in her hands, a fluffy grin on her face as she rested under the blanket with her loves beside her in the bedroom, she felt at peace. The week off was an excellent way for her to get back in the swing of things, especially with her relationship.
She chuckled as she felt the princess of Hell nuzzling further into her side. "Getting comfy?" She asked softly. The demoness only responded with a simple, 'mm...' in affirmation.
"Why does cuddling have to be, like... so comfy, but, like, not?" She asked, a lazy lilt to her voice.
Vaggie gave a noise in affirmation from the other side of the seraph, who was once again sandwiched between the two. She'd been getting a lot of extra attention since her return for obvious reasons. Not like she could complain about it. "Yeah..." The silver-haired woman spoke with a nod, "My neck is absolutely destroyed right now but I can't bring myself to move..."
"Noooo, Vaggie, hunie, roll over or something," Emily chuckled, "I don't want you to pinch a nerve or something..."
"Make me," she said simply.
"I gladly would, if I didn't have a cup of tea in my hands right now," the seraph pouted, taking in another sip. "Charlie, you make her."
Charlie nodded into the seraphim's t-shirt, of which was hanging moderately off her shoulder. "Vaggie, roll over," she spoke simply.
"Nope. Also, not a dog," she chuckled.
"S'not what you say when I put on your collar," the princess spoke as if it was the most natural sentence in the world. Emily sputtered as a sample of her tea went backwards and out her nose.
After a fit of coughs, she finally squeezed out, "Why are you collaring our girlfriend?"
Vaggie blushed deeply, trying to adjust herself in some way that would mostly hide her face. "It's a, um... it's a... sex... thing... sweetie," she mumbled.
"And usually there's also a leash involved," Charlie teased with a pump of the eyebrows.
Emily made a little, 'O,' with her mouth in realization. "Oh! Like the rope-bunny thing." Vaggie let out a flustered squeak that wasn't unlike a sound that may be made by an actual rabbit. "That's kinda cute! You can tug her around and stuff," the angel giggled. Vaggie was spattering out a collection of incoherent sounds of embarrassment.
"Yeaaah," Charlie purred, "She likes it when you yank on it."
Emily gave the angel who now seemed to be attempting to create a burrow in her like the bunny she was a devious little look. "Ahh... I bet she does."
Vaggie let out a low groan. "Why are you two always ganging up on me?"
"'Cause you seem, like, super-duper into it," Charlie said flatly.
In response, the two women received nothing more than a little whimper from the short angel: more affirmation than anything.
"Also, we think it's really cute how you react," Emily added. Charlie gave an affirmative noise and a nod.
Vaggie looked up and gave a stony glare at Emily. The short-haired angel swore she could detect a hint of mischief sneaking into the look as well. The seraph gulped.
"A- Am I in trouble? Wh- why are you-" She started to stumble before the short angel pounced onto her from under the covers. Emily let out a squeak as the smaller woman started peppering kisses into the crook of her neck. As Vaggie continued, she began to elicit pleasant little sighs from the freckled girl. She decided to risk it. With a nip of her teeth, Emily gasped. And after another, she moaned. Maybe even just a tad louder than she meant to.
She devolved into snickering. "Vaggie, stoooop! You're gonna make me spill my tea!" The angel squealed, holding the mug as far as she could reach from the fray, her arm extending toward Charlie. "Charlie, help!" She giggled. She fell to, 'horror,' as the princess did not. Instead, a playful smile teased her lips. She took the mug gently from Emily's hand and set it on the side table.
"There we go," she purred, "Now it's no longer a problem." Emily gulped as Charlie sidled closer next to her and felt a hand along her cheek. Vaggie kept up her assault and was still drawing little whimpers and moans and sighs from the poor woman as Charlie began pressing more firm and calculated kisses along her cheek and the edges of her chin.
What in Hell was happening? Where was this going? Where they-
"Please stop," the angel whimpered in genuine discomfort. Both of the other women immediately backed off.
"S- sorry!" Charlie yipped, now worried she'd made a mistake, "Was that too much?"
"N- no! I... no, I just..." Emily sighed, looking up at nowhere. "... I didn't know where it was going, and... I guess I didn't like that or... I dunno..." She sighed. "I'm sorry, I keep doing this I feel like such a-"
"Ah-" Vaggie called, clasping a palm over the seraph's lips, gently, who let out a little meep. She pulled her hand back. "Don't shame yourself, hun. We're not bothered, you're not doing anything wrong. I know that stuff's sensitive for you."
Charlie nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Now we know: teasing is okay. Acting on is not."
Emily shook her head. "N- no. No, it's not that either..." The woman let out a frustrated grumble. "I... I think I'm gonna go for a walk." She said simply, shuffling her way out of the covers and fluttering off the bed in a way she thought would least disturb her partners.
"Okay," Vaggie said softly and nonjudgmental, "Alone?"
Emily nodded in response. "S- sorry. You two didn't do anything, I just... I wanna think about some things..."
Emily noticed Charlie looking down at her lap, an anxious look on her face. She smiled tenderly. "Charlie. I'm gonna be back. I promise."
The princess gave a nod. "N- no, of course. Do what you have to do, Emmy."
Emily gave a fond smile. "Thanks..."
She threw on a pair of shorts and her flats and was out and away. From her butt pocket, she retrieved her now newly replaced phone and typed a message to the most recent conversation.
Emily: Angie, are you home?
A moment passed before she received an answer, still walking down the hall.
Angel: Ye. Got a couple hours before work. Whats up?
She shot a quick response.
Emily: Just wanna talk about something...
Angel: Sex again?
The angel squeaked only somewhat reminiscent of a dog toy.
Emily: You don't have to be so casual about it!
Angel: Babe. U know me
Angel: So yes?
Emily: ... Mhm...
Can you meet me in the garden?
Angel: Sure feathers gimme just a sec
Now?
Emily: If you can?
Angel: Omw!
Emily chuckled at the enthusiasm of her friend before tucking her phone back in her pocket and making her way to the small garden within hotel grounds.
"Alright," Angel sighed, stepping carefully to avoid crushing a sprig of a lavender-like flower of a reddish hue as he approached the awaiting seraph, "What's it, the third... fourth time I've given you a boning pep-talk?"
Emily squeaked as she flicked to look at him. She narrowed her eyes. "Gosh, can you just-!" She sighed. "Angie, please, I really need your help right now, I don't need you to be teasing me..."
Angel was taken aback. After his brain registered the response in its entirety, he gave a tentative little nod. "O- okay... sorry..." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "What's on ya mind, Em? Strugglin' with... things... again?"
Emily sighed as she looked out across the field of dirt paths and sparse flowers. The garden wasn't even close to the botanical facilities in Heaven. But it had a pleasant charm to it Emily found quite endearing, with the scarcity of foliage and the exotic -to her, at least- flora.
"N- no... well, yes. But, not in the way I have been before," the angel tried to explain. She heaved a sigh. "Angel. How do you know you... want to... t-to..." She gulped. "...have sex with someone?" She flusterdly elaborated, "I- It's not that- I dunno, I- They both... they..."
"Em," Angel spoke patiently, placing a hand on the seraph's shoulder, "Breathe. Pace yourself and start from the beginning. How do you mean want to."
Emily did as she was told: in, out. "I..." she started, "... I know I have feelings for them. Vaggie and Charlie. And I know they're romantic and... very... um... yeah..." She cleared her throat. "B- but... the times when I'm thinking... 'I wanna do this,' with them... It's always the heat of the moment, and I'm... um..."
"Horny," Angel finished dryly. Emily blushed and crinkled her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut with furrowed brows.
"... Yeah. But... in the past, once we started doing things... I'd have this little moment of clarity where my mind was like... 'What are you doing?'"
"... Didya have another moment like that?" Angel asked. Emily shook her head.
"No... well... not really. We were... well... they were getting... f- frisky... and I got caught up in the moment of it and I... I had a moment kind of like that... but... It wasn't the same. This time it was, 'Where is this going? Am I really ready for this? I don't want to lead them on again... Is it just a-arousal?' that, um... kinda stuff..." Emily gave a shake of her head and groaned out another sigh as she looked upward toward the Hellish horizon. "I guess what I'm asking is... How do I know I... I want to... do that with someone. Not just because my body is screaming at me to, but... also because my heart wants to. That I'm truly willing to go that far and have that incredible level of intimacy with someone and... and it's not just the... the dirty thoughts talking?"
Angel frowned as a few unpleasant memories of his own flickered by. Memories of where he was now. And memories of where he had been before. Some particular moments from his time on Earth... first loves and shy looks trickled into his mind. He'd known what that felt like once. To truly want such intimacy with someone. Not have it just be foul thoughts and raw violation. But to be from a genuine place. A craving for closeness.
"... Y'know you can trust 'em..." He said, softly, "Know you wanna know more about 'em. You wanna see them at their best and their worst, 'cause... 'cause y'know they'll be beautiful regardless. 'N that they wanna see you at yours the same. And whether... whether you're at the high or low end... they don't see that... they just see you." He swallowed some emotions he had gathered in his throat and blinked back a threatening tear. "That's... that's when ya know."
Emily looked to the demon. But he didn't look back, simply looking out at the fields before him hallowly. She looked down at a wide-faced flower before her and sorted through a handful of thoughts swimming in her head, and the words angel had spoken.
There came a memory of Charlie, ugly crying in a restaurant as the weight of the world finally forced her to buckle, and it pulled at her soul painfully. Then one of a one-eyed angel shuddering up from a nightmare that should never have graced her thought. Both tugged at the strings of her heart... but there was a warmth, too. Those moments... they were horrendous. But they happened. And she was there. She helped. And she saw parts of them they never would have revealed to just anyone. But they did show them to her. There was no disdain or distaste, simply a desire to be there. To lead them out of the dark.
Another memory flickered of Charlie soothing her mind when the thoughts started racing. When she blamed herself for things barely in her control. Another of Vaggie holding her tight the last evening she would ever be able to speak with her sister, softly hushing her to a light sleep. Something told her that both of them felt a similar way. That desire to support and to protect. To lead to lighter days.
Yet again, another memory: Charlie in the backseat of a Wrathian rental, mouth agape, and drool trickling down as she loudly snored and snorted and mumbled vague utterances in her restful state trickled into her mind and brought up fond thoughts that spread into the gentle softness growing in her chest. Another of Vaggie singing a cheesy Spanish love song she didn't know Emily could comprehend as she worked on dinner in the kitchen, hips subtly swaying with the sounds of her own voice, and stumbling into blushy incoherence when she noticed the other angel in the doorway.
A glass of water as she fell at the door.
Chasing each other on Hellish Streets.
Lapis lazuli.
A romantic dinner four rings down.
An engraving on a precious gift.
Soaring on a thermal late in the evening.
Lazy nights at the end of the world.
And passionate kisses and tears shed upon coming home.
'...I know.'
Emily took in a shaky breath. Then she smiled. She tentatively sidled up to Angel, and until she was close enough she could rest her head against him. And she did.
"Thanks, Angel... I... I think I know what to do, now..."
"Charlie and Vaggie?" Angel snickered. Emily pulled away and gave him an unamused look. He bursts out into a fit of giggles. "I- I'm sorry!" He managed to squeeze out, "But ya gotta admit you set that up for me!"
Emily looked back out to the flora as a smirk graced her lips, and she chuckled. "Oh, whatever am I going to do with you."
A moment passed and Emily made no movement to leave. Neither of them did. The seraph finally spoke, "... I think you'll feel that way again someday."
"Huh?" Angel asked, a brow quirked, "Feel what?"
"You know. What you said. When you're with someone, and you want to see them at their best and worst. Someone who wants to see you the same. Someone who just sees you..."
Angel gave a dry sort of chuckle. "... Already have. But... Guess I'm used to bein' deceived..."
Emily looked down solemnly. "... I'm sorry, Angel."
He chuckled. "Don't be. The Hell you got to be sorry for?"
She gave her own dry chuckle. "I suppose not much. I just... I dunno. Trauma's hard. And I don't understand what you're going through, not even a little, but, I've got my own stuff. And as you know I'm still working through a lot of it..."
Angel gave a weak nod as he looked to Hell's sky. "Yeah. It's hard. But... It gets easier. Just a little bit. As time goes on."
Emily sidled back up to the far taller demon, wrapping her arms around him. And as she looked at the fields of various fire and ink-colored flowers, she nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. It does."
When Emily returned to the bedroom, her loves were not to be seen. She frowned, entering the room and closing the door behind her. She gave a cursory look meant to sus out any potential note or notice of where they may have gone. She plopped on the bed and tugged her phone out of the butt of her shorts. As she looked at her notifications, she smiled to see her explanation.
Group: Charlie! ‹3, Vaggie, You
Charlie! ‹3 : Hey Emmy! We wont be gone too long and ik youre outside anyway rn but I wanted ice cream...
We shouldn't be gone too long!
I promise!
Fifteen minutes tops!
See you soon!
Love you!
She rolled her eyes as she scrolled through the volley of double-texting
Vaggie: Hey, hun. Sorry for our girlfriend's horrible inability to put all her information into one message. Anyway, we love you and we'll see you soon.
Charlie! ‹3: Um rude!
I'm not that bad!
You're so mean Vaggie
Emily tell her I'm not that bad!
All of those had been sent about thirteen minutes ago, now. Emily chuckled as she shot a quick response.
Emily: Charlie, I love you so much.
But you're that bad.
She chuckled as she received a prompt answer.
Charlie! ‹3: Omg rude!
You two are so mean!
:'(
I feel assaulted
Anyway were back at the hotel now so you can just say that to my face
Bully
Emily: Char, that was SIX text messages.
Charlie! ‹3: ):T
Emily: LOL.
Charlie! ‹3: Least I dont end my texts with periods
I feel like Im reading an English paper sometimes
A very cute, very sweet English paper with pretty blue eyes
But an English paper nonetheless
Emily pouted as she typed an answer.
Emily: Well, at least I'm a cute English paper, then.
Emily squeaked as the door opened and Charlie, lazily still dawning nothing more than a t-shirt and sweatpants and a pair of clearly not well-maintained sneakers came in with an already opened, large-sized tub of ice cream, a spoon sticking out the top. A smirking Vaggie entered behind her."See, there's our sexy little AP essay!" Charlie cooed with an overexaggerated amount of sugariness. Emily gave her an unamused expression as Vaggie just snorted.
"Oh my gosh," the seraph deadpanned, "You're so funny."
"You see," Charlie spoke as she kicked her shoes clumsily off her hooves, "I sense sarcasm but I have no idea why since that's just a fact."
"Don't quit your day job, babe," Vaggie said with a smirk.
Charlie pouted, tugging the spoon within her ice cream free, a helping of the treat coating it. "So mean," she spoke with jest disapproval, pointing the coated utensil judgingly before shoving the thing into her mouth and going over to plop close beside Emily. The six-winged angel chuckled.
"What flavore'd you get?" She asked with a cock of the head."Rocky Road," she beamed, as at the same time Vaggie responded, "Type-2 Diabetes."Emily snorted. "Oh boy, my favorite flavor," she chuckled. "It's, uh, actually cookie dough but I do still want some..."
Charlie snickered as she scooped up another spoonful -quite easily so with how long the stuff had been out the freezer by now- and held it up as Emily opened her mouth to take it in. She let out a little sigh of enjoyment as she beamed.
"Ish goob," she slurred through her mouthful. Vaggie chuckled as she pulled off the tightly fitting top she had thrown on -she had elected to put slightly more effort into her appearance than the princess- and shuffled around in the dresser for something else to haphazardly toss shoved another spoonful into her mouth.
"Ishn't it?" She squeezed out through the food in her mouth. Emily let out a light giggle as she watched the blonde intently. The way she lightly kicked her legs as they dangled off the bed. The way her large eyelashes fluttered whenever she blinked. The idle movements of her eyes in her head as they shifted focus to different places in the room. The way her tongue curled its way around the spoon in her mouth as she tried to get everything that was left on it into her. Emily gulped.
She hadn't realized how long she'd been staring until the princess turned to her and asked, "You okay, Emmy?"
"Okay..." She mumbled absently before letting out a small squeak as she came to, "Okay! Y- yeah! I'm alright. J- just..." She gave a shy, airy laugh, shifting to look to Charlie more out the corner of her eye. "You're very cute." Charlie grinned.
"I know!" She chirped, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Emily let out a tiny chuckle at her antics as Vaggie finally came to sit down with them, t-shirt on. She frowned as Charlie shoved another spoonful worth of her sugary pleasure into her waiting lips.
"Charlie, you're gonna make yourself sick," she sighed. The princess frowned at her.
"Vaggie, I'm fine! I haven't even had that much," she refuted. Vaggie gave her an un-humored look.
"It's half empty," she spoke flatly.
Charlie's eyes perked wider ever so slightly as she glanced back down at the tub. "... Huh."
Vaggie frowned as she took the thing away from her, an action greeted by a sad little whine. "Yeah," she deadpanned, "Huh." She shoved a single half-spoon into her mouth and grimaced.
"Welp, that's all I can take. Want some, Emily?" She asked, already handing the tub toward the girl. Emily chuckled nervously as she shook her head.
"N- no, thank you. I'm alright."
Vaggie sighed. "M'kay... I'll take this back to the freezer," she grumbled as she stood to her feet.
"Mm-mm," Charlie said as she snatched the dessert from the small angel's hands, "Nope. It's my ice cream, I'll do it."
Vaggie gave her a smirk. "You just wanna eat more on the way there."
"... It can be for both reasons," Charlie said quietly, pouting. Vaggie had to chuckle.
"Touché," she relented, "Hurry back though. We'll miss you."
"I willlll," the princess said as she nearly skipped out the door. Vaggie rolled her eye as she watched her clumsily shove another spoon of ice cream into her mouth mere seconds after leaving the room.
As soon as the door was clicked behind her, Vaggie flopped backward onto the bed with a long sigh. She chuckled. "I think the past few days of laziness are getting to me. I don't wanna do anything right now.
Emily's only response was a despondent, 'mmm.' She fiddled with her hands in her lap nervously, staring at a spot seemingly quite interesting spot on the wall.
'I should tell them.'
"Emily?" Vaggie spoke tentatively, a concerned frown on her face, "Are you... okay? Especially after this morning and everything..."
"H- huh? What?" Emily stumbled as she flicked to look at the silver-haired woman. She was now propped up on crossed elbows, laying on her side with her thighs curled moderately up, and calves still partially hanging off the edge of the mattress.
Vaggie gave a small huff of a chuckle. "I asked if you were alright, sweetie. With this morning especially."
"O- oh..." Emily spoke. She gave a nervous laugh. "Th- that's kind of funny... I was just thinking of that..." She shifted to sigh. "I... There's something I need to talk about with you two. When Charlie gets back."
Vaggie gave a tentative nod before smiling sweetly. "Okay."
Emily smiled at her. She really was quite radiant. There was a gentle loving sweetness in her soft smile that pried at her heart tenderly. With the way she was laying, the curves and divets of her body were quite emphasized, with the gentle fold where her waist slightly curved into her hip. Her shirt had ridden slightly in the process of her shifting revealing just the ever so slight hint of her midriff as it poked out and squished slightly over the waist of the sweat-shorts she was wearing.
'... God, I want to bite that little bit of pudge so fucking bad...'
Emily's face dyed golden. As she quickly snapped her head away from the woman beside her.
'... What the frickin' cats Emily!?'
Vaggie chuckled. "Enjoying yourself, love?"
Emily awkwardly cleared her throat. "Y- you could say that..."
Vaggie let out a light laugh. "You're adorable."
Emily let out a flustered little sigh out her nose as she elected to stupidly smile down at her own lap. She felt a sense of relief as the door finally opened and Charlie came through. Then a brand new flush of nervousness as she remembered what she had to discuss."I'm backkkk!" Charlie beamed. Vaggie chuckled.
"And where's the ice cream?" She spoke smugly.
"... In the fridge?" She spoke awkwardly. Vaggie quirked a brow. "... In the me..."
"Yup. That's about what I expected."
"Shush..." The princess pouted as she proceeded to move over to the bed and flopped belly first onto the bed alongside the other girls, burrowing her face into the covers as she starfished out. "Comfyyyyy..." She sighed.
Vaggie gave a huff of laughter at the action, and after the moment of quiet that passed, she turned to Emily. "Emily, sweetie... Did you want to...?"
Emily swallowed, knowing she had to but just a tad nervous nonetheless, and nodded. "Y- yeah... I did..." She took in a big sigh until it puffed up her cheeks before letting it out deeply. "I- S- so... this morning..."
As she paused for a moment, Charlie, who had moved out of her flopped position on the mattress to sit up, prompted, "What about this morning, Em?"
Emily goldened slightly at the thought of it. "R- right... so... after you two started... y'know... I... I dunno. Thoughts started running through my head, l- like... 'Where's this going? Am I ready? I- I don't want to let you two down again...' Just... Just that kinda stuff... And... More importantly, I thought... 'I think I might want this...'" Vaggie's eye widened a tad, and so did Charlie's. The seraph's cheeks began to shimmer even brighter as she reached to brush her hair behind her ears, though there was no longer any to brush. "And I think... I am... I think I do, now... Genuinely and fully, a-and not impulsively or in the heat of the moment... V- Vaggie... Charlie..." Emily squeezed her eyes shut and blurted it out. "I- I want to have s- sex! With you! L- like... fully a- and- and not that we did those few months ago..." When she opened her eyes, she made sure to avoid eye contact at all costs. "I... I'm ready..."
A moment of silence went by and during that time Emily made strictly sure to keep her eyes as far away from contact with her partners as possible. What was it she was afraid of? Rejection? They wouldn't... probably. Maybe the whole thing was just a flustering, embarrassing mess.
The quiet was first disturbed by the sound of the mattress creaking as Charlie shifted off of it. The freckled angel squeaked as she saw a pair of white, black-nailed hands gently slip into her lap and entwine with her own lithe fingers. She tentatively lifted her head to see the princess kneeling in front of her, a tender, sweet look on her eyes and her lips.
"I trust your judgment, Emily. But... Just to make sure. You're positive you're ready?" She spoke sweetly, "Because you know we'll wait as long as you need."
Emily smiled at the tender look. The princess waited for a response like she would wait until the world caved in for her. The angel had to smile at her, her cheeks glowing a soft yellow.
"Yes," she spoke softly, "Positive."
Charlie's lips quirked ever so slightly further, pleased to have her angel's comfort confirmed. "Good. Then... whenever the moment comes. We will. As long as, and only if you say yes when it happens. Okay?"
Emily nodded with a grin, face still flushed, somewhat with embarrassment, somewhat with a wholesome fluster at Charlie's gentlewomanly way in which she was addressing her, and somewhat with a series of relatively unpure thoughts and fantasies inching at the edges of her mind now that this could... happen.
"Okay," she answered coyly. Charlie leaned up from her place on the floor and freed one of her hands from the entwinement it was in with Emily's, using it to gently cup the woman's cheek as she pressed a sweet-tasting kiss onto her lips. Emily sighed softly at the action.
"Then that's what we'll do," Charlie spoke to her tenderly, the minute their faces parted.
"... Y- y'know..." Vaggie spoke quietly, "We're... free all day... and evening..." She cleared her throat awkwardly, eyes looking elsewhere as her own golden blood dusted her cheeks the same sheen as her lover's.
"YES!" Emily yipped, far louder than she'd intended. She tried to slightly diminish the goofy, brimming smile on her face as she cleared her throat and tried again, "I- I mean... I would... yes... I- if you two are... y'know..." She clasped her face in her hands as she let out a long, low groan. "God, I'm a dork..."
"Yes," Charlie spoke as she finally crawled from her knelt space on the floor to plop beside her seraph on the bed. "A cute, horny dork. Wouldn't want you any other way," she cooed. Emily whimpered as she flopped into the princess, trying to bury herself.
"Awe," Vaggie chuckled, reaching a hand to gently rub circles on the taller -but not seemingly so at the moment- angel's back, "You are just so adorable when your brain is broken, sweetie," she purred.
Emily threw her head back and moaned, "This is what we do to Vaggie all the time!? We're monsters!"
Charlie snorted a loud laugh. "But you love it though, don't you?" She chuckled, a still very suggestive tone in her voice.
Emily shamefully buried her nose back into Charlie's shoulder. "... Yes..." She mumbled into the fabric of the princess's shirt. Vaggie smirked as she spotted the sly look Charlie gave to her before she looked back down to the girl nuzzled into her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, my love," the blonde purred deviously, "I'm afraid I didn't quite hear that." She leaned into her angel's ear as she tenderly ordered, "Speak up."
Emily whimpered, speaking slightly louder. "Y- yes..."
Emily felt a hand slip under her chin as Charlie proceeded to guide her off her shoulder, leading her to make eye contact with the demoness's predatory eyes.
"Yes-?" She prompted. Emily gulped.
"Y- yes, ma'am..." She sputtered. The dumb little grin on her face was a very unsubtle indicator of just how much she was enjoying this. Charlie gave a lofty little chuckle.
"That's a good girl," she purred. Emily let out a little sigh as the fluttery feelings in her gut and the heat radiating between her thighs compelled her to bite her lip. Charlie pulled the woman in, pulling her lips between her own as the two locked together. Emily sighed happily as she felt the blonde's soft, black lips melding and moving against her own. Then she let out a little meep, fading into a thirst-filled moan as the princess's tongue slipped between her lips and teeth and into her mouth. She, 'fought,' back, wrestling her own tongue with the other as both women let out contended sounds of pleasure and satisfaction at the sensations in their mouths and bodies. Vaggie just watched the interaction, nibbling at her lower lip, a hungry grin on her face.
As the two tall women finally pulled apart from each other, the need to breathe the only thing stopping them, Charlie spoke softly, "Free all day..."
Emily lidded her eyes as she held her face close to the princess's. "Free all day."