Once again, a new morning in Wrath, Emily felt herself slowly stir as the dappling light from the outside world slowly trickled through their window and danced on her eyelids. She was grateful the three had managed to find another motel to check out right on their way back to the rental lot. It was a very comfortable place to rest, and, they could easily afford the time. Their meeting with the -as Charlie had said- self declared, 'Queen Bee,' of gluttony wasn't until two days from now: unfortunately the only opening available. But, it would take time to make there way to the capital city of Gluttony anyway, so, it wasn't that much of a massive loss. And, this time, the Hellevator would end up taking them there! Instead of the butt-fuck middle of nowhere, which, for Wrath, was basically everywhere.
Emily was pleased to be greeted with the softly lit room as she opened her eyes. It was tiny, and quaint, and exceptionally minimalistic. Only the priorities were there. But, hey. At least they had a bathroom. The bed was firm. A little more so than, perhaps, Emily was both accustomed and preferred, but it was definitely more than serviceable, and it was very pleasant to wake up that morning actually quite well rested, and without an aching back from sitting upright in a car. She let out a yawn, lifting her hand gently out of the covers to stifle it and not make too much noise. She had two, if she had to say so herself, quite stunning women by her side right now.
The evening before, the trio had decided to split up the 'shifts' as it were of which of them got to sleep in the middle. That night had been Vaggie's turn. The evening to follow would be Charlie's. And so, Emily was lying on the right side of the other angel, who was still lightly breathing, asleep. Charlie was on Vaggie's other side. Emily rolled off her back and onto her side so she could look steadily at the silvery-haired angel of a woman beside her. She smiled at her. The three girls had been snuggled up together in various arrangements at various points in the night. But it seemed, for one reason or another, they had ended up separating, and now each was in their own positions of the bed. Vaggie, a petite little island, in the center of her two partners.
Emily sighed at the pretty woman. God she felt lucky. Of course, she was. If she had told herself a month ago this was happening, she'd probably laugh at herself. A year ago? She'd think she'd gone insane. But this was very real, right now, and she was in bed with two, incredibly strong, incredibly gorgeous, and incredibly kind women. She couldn't help counting the two of her blessings.
Her lip quirked as she noticed that the angel had begun to shift. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly spread them open, smiling at the sight to greet her.
"Good morning, sweetie," she said, soft to not wake the third, who was still snoring deeply.
Emily puffed some quiet giggles out her nose. She spoke loosely than maybe she typically would off. Perhaps the early sleepiness hindered her inhibitions a tad. "Good morning, beautiful," she sighed. Vaggie blushed.
"Y'know," she said, breathily, "you're not so bad yourself."
"Oh? Well," Emily chuffed, "I'm glad!"
Another chuckled from the ex-exorcist. "You're adorable."
Emily grinned. "I've been told such."
Emily's eyebrows popped up ever so slightly as she watched Vaggie begin to slowly lift the sheets off the top of her body, making a large open space she expected a certain someone to crawl into. Her cheeks powdered with gold as Vaggie spoke.
"C'mere," she said simply. Emily giggled a little.
"Yes ma'am," she said with a beam, as she scooched eagerly over and burried herself firmly into Vaggie's chest. Though the girl was so much taller than her, she managed to make herself so small, and fit so well into Vaggie's arms. The gracile angel firmly wrapped her arms around the stockier one's waist. For the first time with her partners, she was truly focusing on everything between them. Her mind wasn't chasing random thoughts. Not drifting off elswhere, loosing the here and now as her unthinking hands grasped the nearest for comfort like if she didn't, she'd float away.
No, this time she felt it all. She felt Vaggie's light and steady breathes puff into her hair. The pittering of her heart and the soft up and downs of her chest as she respirated. The surprising softness of her waist -where one would expect to immediately feel hard muscle, it was there, but gently caressed in a moderate softness that was so warm and nice to the touch. She gently entwined her legs in between Vaggie's as she began to practically absorb herself into her, her whole being craving to be nothing more but ever closer to the other woman. Vaggie was drawing gentle circles into the back of Emily's shirt, and the angel shivered, letting out a calm little sigh.
"That feel good, baby?" She cooed. The way she said it was so... tantalizing. Emily gulped.
"Y- yeah..."
Vaggie puffed a laugh. "Good."
And as Emily bathed in the soft warmth of her angel, she felt her own heart pounding in her chest. And as she savored in Vaggie's natural scent, her warmth, her breath, her softness, her heart beating quick but steady underneath her skin, perhaps in spite of her better judgment, she gave to impulse. Maybe it was still the daze of the early morning. Maybe it was the warmth in her heart puffing fuzz in her brain. Or maybe... it was the warmth -that one she was so unused to- that she felt so subtly beginning to radiate from between her legs. But she suddenly pushed herself off of the silver haired woman's chest, pressed her hands to her laying partners cheeks, and pulled her in, pushing her lips onto hers in the most utterly inexperienced way just reflecting evermore how she had never done something such as this before.
It was rough and clumsy but it felt... so, so, so fucking good. The taste of Vaggie's lips was intoxicating, and a part of her reveled in how the woman's breath hitched before a small and muffled sigh slipped out her mouth, as she returned a gentle touch to the seraph's own cheek. The two finally pulled apart with a pronounced enough smack. They stared into each other's own widened eyes for a good couple moments, lips somewhat apart as if secretly hoping the other one would go in again.
Emily swallowed, breathing heavily. "... Wowzers..." This was enough to make Vaggie snicker.
"Take it I was good then?" She said with a smug smirk. Emily nodded stiffly...
"Y- yeah... incredible..."
"That was your first time, huh?" Vaggie's expression shifted to be more soft. Earnest.
"Yeah... yeah, um... yeah..." Emily's brain wasn't quite working at full speed at the moment.
"Oh no," Vaggie chuckled, "did I break you?"
Emily let out a small puff from her mouth one could construe as a meek laugh. "M- maybe a little..."
"Oh, you poor thing," Vaggie said softly; even somewhat sultry. That didn't do anything to help any of the various locations experiencing deep warmth on Emily's body. In fact, it kind of made her shiver, her fluffy wings twitching behind her. She opened her mouth, it moving as if desperately attempting to construct some sort of thought, but the only product ending up being an incoherent stream of vowels and consonants. Vaggie giggled at her.
"For the record. You did a pretty good job for someone who's never kissed before in her ten-hundred-something centuries of existing," she jested. Though she was honest about the surprising amount of skill for someone utterly inexperienced.
"Oh, yeah, sometimes when I was alone in my bedroom, I'd practice on the backs of my hands-" Emily's braindead stream of consciousness was quickly stifled as she slapped desperate hands over her lips, her face a brilliant golden with holy blood. Vaggie, on the other hand, also had a hand stifling her mouth, but only because if she took it away, she'd probably end up belly laughing so loud Charlie would be sent to Heaven with fear, awaken from sleep. Emily slowly peaked her lips out from behind her palms. "D- don't tell Charlie..."
Suddenly, a long, porcelain arm flopped across both angels' waists: they were still quite close together, so it wasn't much distance. "Tell me what?" The princess mumbled, sleepily. She had propped herself via the elbow of her other arm so she could see both of her partners' faces, at least somewhat. She smirked. "I feel like it's something I should be jealous oooooof... you guys doing something without me?"
"Mmm... maybe a tiny bit..." Emily mumbled, a shy smile as she wrung her hands. Vaggie turned her head so she could better see the blonde woman.
"Simply said, baby..." Vaggie gave a sly look to the seraphim. "I think someone owes you a kiss."
Charlie's jaw dropped opened exaggeratedly as she gave a hammed gawk at the five-winged angel. "No fucking way! Vaggie got the first kiss? No fair!" She was very obviously joking but suddenly Emily did genuinely feel a little bad.
"I- I'm sorry, Charlie! It was just... it was the heat of the moment..." She said with the widest puppy eyes as she remained laying, craning her head so Charlie would be more visible.
Charlie smirked. She puffed a dramatic 'hmf' and pouted. "Well, then I guess you're just gonna have to give me one now."
"I- I... n- now?" Emily said with an anxious smile.
Charlie leaned in toward her, slightly over Vaggie, and whispered, "you don't have to if you're not ready, Emmy... But... you can if you want to."
Emily gulped, and took in a deep breath, before slowly sliding herself out of the covers, and sitting up, adjusting to slide her legs beneath herself and prop herself on her calves, apologizing to Vaggie for any potential jostling. Another deep breath, in and out her nose. She turned to Charlie with golden cheeks and a coy smile, shuffling on her knees so she faced the princess. She gave a very subtle, mildly stiff beckon with her pointer to the rosy-cheeked demon. "... C'mere..."
Charlie flushed just a tad as she smirked, getting on her own knees and leaning over Vaggie to meet with the seraph. Emily cut to the chase quickly, though, diving in and meeting the princess more than halfway. Charlie gave a little peep of surprise before melting into the seraph's gentle lips with a soft moan. Emily puffed a light giggle through her nose as she reached her hands around the princess's neck and entangled them into her hair. Charlie brought her own hands up, embracing Emily's head under her chin and on the side of her cheek. The angel shivered all the way through her wings, as she tasted just as good as her partner. Different for certain, a tad sweeter even, but no better, no worse. The two were equally intoxicating.
"Alright, you two are gonna fall on top of me if you keep that up," Vaggie said dryly. Yet there was a smirk on her lips, and a quirked brow on her face.
To Emily's subtle disappointment, Charlie finally pulled away, giving a sly look to Vaggie. "Oh, hush. You're totally into this."
Vaggie teetered her head a little before finally shrugging in agreement. "I... maybe... But, we do also have somewhere to go, I don't think we have time forrrrr..." She cleared her throat. "What this could turn into."
The gears could be seen grinding inside Emily's head as she tried to load what she could have meant. Suddenly, her face dyed full with gold, her wings fluffing out behind her. She let out a little peep as she speedily but not aggressively pushed herself off of Charlie. "Oh, nononononononononononononono, no, nope!" She blubbered, waving her hands about frantically. "I- I couldn't- I mean, I- I- not like I don't want to- w- wait, UM! I- I mean, it- I've never done it b- b- b- before, I couldn't- not this morning, I just need more-"
"Emmy!" Charlie barked, not angrily, but loud enough to snap the seraph's attention, as she reached over Vaggie and squeezed her cheeks for additional grounding. "Breaaaaaath. We're not having sex this morning, okay? We'd never make you do something if you weren't ready for it or wanting. Plus, um..." She chuckled. "We don't have the time, anyway."
Emily was further flushed by the direct naming of the act, as she slowly and stiffly nodded her head in understanding.
"Good girl," Charlie said. Emily made a flustered little murmur as the princess finally released her, and she slumped back on her knees on the bed. Charlie beamed. "Alright, girls! Let's get dressed and head for Gluttony! Our meeting is tomorrow, but we should keep moving. Plus, I booked us a wonderful hotel, oh my gosh, it even has a pool!"
Vaggie sat up in the be at last, the covers laying over her lap. "Does it have a shower?"
"You better fucking BELIEVE it does! Oh. My. God, we're gonna have so much fun!"
"Charlie, sweetie, I hate to stomp on your glee, but we're kinda out and about now to, likeee... save all of Hell. I don't know if the goal is getting out for fun..." Emily, who had finally swept off the earlier embarrassment, put a hand to her heart and nodded quietly in agreement.
Charlie's smile sobered, but remained a smile nonetheless. "I know, Vaggie. Of course I know... But... things are moving as fast as they're gonna. We're doing the best we can, we have the meetings times we have, we can't rush things anymore than they are. So... we might as well enjoy the traveling a little. I mean, neither of you have been to any of the rings much! Vaggie, you've only been to Wrath and Lust. And Pride, obviously... Emily's been to none of them... I thought it might be nice if we tried to at least enjoy some of the time we're spending in them instead of spending all our time either terrified or at meetings... and I know it's hard, I... I'm having a really hard time keeping it together too, but... we can't just drown in all of this..." Charlie put a finger up and switched to a jesting business-woman voice. "Besides, there is a tactical advantage to all this too! If we go talk to the princes one by one, we can have them on stand-by without causing fear in the population. They can work on organizing behind the scenes constructing troops and stockpiling resources, and we wont have a Hell-wide panic! To be honest, in post, I realized causing potential looting and riots in the streets across Hell probably... wasn't the best plan..."
Vaggie sighed. "You... you've got a good point, sweetie... it'll be hard. But... I guess we shouldn't be burying ourselves... Though, I am impressed how far you've thought this through."
"I am the princess, baby. You think my dad taught me nothing?" she purred with a wink. Vaggie chuckled at her. Emily gave a forced smile from her side of the bed, but she didn't say anything. Apparently, Vaggie noticed.
"You okay, sweetheart?" She spoke softly
Emily snapped to. "Y- yeah! I mean... no... not really... b- but I'll do my best to try and keep my head up."
Vaggie shuffled out the covers and to her knees, coming to height to leave a peck on the other angel's forhead. "And we will be right there to catch you if you fall."
"And hopefully distract the Hell out of you!" Charlie cheered with a quick clap of her hands. This was enough to get a snort out of Emily as she broke to a light giggle.
"Well then," she said, "I couldn't ask for anything more."