Rain gently fell from the grey skies of elwood one listless weekday morning, in its usual succession.
And with lowered eyes, protected by her roof, emily slowly sipped from her glass mug of green tea she nursed from her hands as she sat in one chair on her large, bosky balcony. She idly scrolled through her messages, with one recipient in particular racking her mind like a swarm of angered hornets. For the longest, the tea progressively growing warm in her palms barely deterred her as she continued to look at the last message winnie shot her two days ago. When memories poured back into her head in droves, she couldn't exactly stop the pang of guilt that nestled itself in the pit of her stomach once she remembered them, let alone blame it. When they burnt bridges on emily's accord, she knew she had no one to blame but herself for that. She was the one who damaged what they've had, who lost her chance.
For as long as she could remember, she wasn't allowed to feel the way she felt; her parents viewed her as only but a mere puppet to their name, a blank slate they could impose, shape and mould into any of their superficial wants and needs with little objection, like a putty. In their hands and beneath their suffocatingly watchful eyes, following their lead was all she knew. Every wide, award-winning smile, every wave, every strut, was all she was supposed to . Be quiet. Don't think. Smile and wave. Feel out your role. Be a perfect daughter.
Until she met her.
When they first met at a gymnastics class, what was a simple petty little rivalry winnie enviously formed on her end would later turn into something a little more when the two became friends. She was up to her neck with many friends at that point, whether they liked her company or the fact that she was rich. But winnie was different; emily couldn't even remember feeling this alive with anyone else whenever they were together. Who knew that freedom would actually lie in her? When they grew up, it was like this warm flutter would burst within her chest whenever they were together. This illusion of winnie transcended into her dreams more often, almost calling out to her, her luscious, light brown halo of locks billowing gracefully, her cerulean eyes sparkling. Every morning, she silently took her time to question herself-was winnie always this beautiful? It took her the longest to realise that her feelings only ran deeper than what she was thinking; every glance, every spoken word, every touch, every shared moment seemed to ignite some kind of fire within her that she couldn't ignore, no matter how hard she tried to bury it for the good of her parents. The revelation hit her like a tidal wave; overwhelming of its kind yet undeniable; so exhilarating yet almost terrifying.
But for her to fulfil her own selfish wants and needs, even if it meant damaging the bond they already had…
When her father met his untimely end, leaving her mother to habitually nurse hard liquor in her now semi-occupied room, all that ever ran through emily's head was how she had utterly failed winnie as a friend. Sh easily abandoned her with no reward in the end. When her mother would demand she'd pack her things and leave in a fit of semi-drunken, tearful rage, those thoughts only continued eating emily alive. After settling in a penthouse she bought with her father's inheritance, the first thing on emily's mind was that she needed to fix it. It was up to her to make things right; she was determined to make things work, and thankfully, winnie was still there as soon as she acted upon it. She had no reason to blame her for being deservedly cold as soon as she reached out, but at least she was willing to listen.
Emily thought that even though no amount of apologies would automatically wipe the slate clean, it was still better than losing years of laughter, secret-sharing and closeness completely. Slowly they rebuilt what they once had, with winnie's pace in mind. It was clear that the days of dress-up, tea parties, playing in the sandbox and complaining about arthur were long gone, but at least there was still communication that was had. The two would sometimes chat, or even go out for yoga and lunch. Whenever winnie was in her presence emily could still feel that same longing pretty much only ever fought with reservations. She was still thankful to know that she hadn't completely lost her chance. For the longest, she was never really sure how to put it into words whenever the time came. But the time was now and she decided she wasn't going to hide this any longer.
The rain had just let up for now; emily continued to look at the sky after sitting up from her chair, tightening her silk mauve robe. Grabbing her nearly empty mug of tea, the tall blonde opened the doors, closing it behind her.
She had a visit to make.
The flame of the pink zippo lighter glowed in winnie's cold palm as she somewhat carefully lit the cigarette, before releasing a long drag of smoke into the heavy morning air. Allowing her cigarette to smoulder between her fingers, she gently held onto her neck with a slight wince, sighing a bit as she felt a touch of discomfort in the column of her neck. She shook her head a bit with a sigh as she absentmindedly traced her fingertips over a foggy glass of orange juice she poured out of boredom as she silently racked her brain as usual.
With another careful stretch, winnie scrolled through her phone before opening instagram. A few hundred likes and comments greeted her from her inbox as usual; she was unsure she liked the attention for it at first, but over time she bought herself to warm up to find out that people out there were actually willing to appreciate her talents. She dragged on her cigarette every once in a while as she quietly scrolled on her feed as if to distract herself, granting the like and occasional comment to posts that piqued her interest, but it took one photo to end up catching her attention. She could feel her heart skip a beat once she practically stared at it; it was from emily's account. The blonde was neatly dressed in luxury clothing as she posed before her balcony on a clearer day. It was like the more she looked at her the more she couldn't bring herself to look away. Emily never looked so stunning. She almost resembled a greek goddess; the way her curled, blonde waves brushed past her shoulders, the glittery contour glowing her skin beautifully, the way her eyes twinkled along her jewellery while the silk white gown she wore hugged her frame perfectly.
In the middle of studying emily's post, winnie could only sigh to herself as her mind instinctively drifted elsewhere; all her life, no one ever spared her glance outside of constant yelling and rapid-fire declarations that their family would've been better off if she wasn't around. It looked better to find peace within inner silence, but that hardly lasted when those voices only continued to get to 're almost perfect. You need to stay out of the way. You're just a disaster warning. You're a mistake. You will never be good enough.
At the age of four, long-sleeved clothing and a smile that matched her ever-so faux headstrong demeanour perfectly remained her uniform for the next few years until she was sure the bruises and her thoroughly destroyed spirit would probably fade in time (but that could only ever work in an ideal world), it was like emily's whole presence was like this spark in the calm, the seldom seen sunshine in her rainy, barren world. Even when the jealousy was still there, winnie still couldn't be any happier to spend her time with her.
But unfortunately, sometimes all good things had to come to an end-an ill-considered notion winnie had the misfortune of learning growing up.
Whether she liked it or not, she could remember that day like the back of her hand; the icy stare emily gave her as she wordlessly walked off with her new friends, leaving her behind. Her frantic calls and texts going relatively unanswered from that day onward, her greetings and questions going unheard as emily only pushed past her, her tears remaining unseen as emily only continued to blow her off, her constant pleas to every god in existence she didn't know or believe in to just make sure that this was just some nightmare only ending up unknown. Emily's actions were something she wasn't too fond of thinking about in recent memory, as well as everything she's ever gone through in life; even when her thoughts still pressured her to anyway most of the time. In retrospect, it wasn't like she didn't understand the why of it all-it was natural to deal with the struggles of fitting in especially when you're in a borderline dog-eat-dog hellscape that was high school. But to have the only person in her life she was so close with when everyone else shunned her, to just abandon her like that even when she was already at her lowest point in life, just like everyone else-it just utterly hurt her, like no other.
Above all…she didn't even get to tell her.
At that, winnie only shook her head with a bitter laugh, angling her cigarette back to her lips to take another heavy drag. Why should she even tell emily anyway? Did she even feel the same way was the million-dollar question.
It was a bitter pill to swallow, but deep down a part of her knew and understood that she shouldn't waste her breath. She seemed better off thinking that she and emily would probably never have some kind of spark anyway. She was a broken, thoroughly complicated person; a sentient, ill-conceived stain on the read family's name first, and a shattered, vulnerable little girl second. And more importantly, she was more than willing to bet that emily was seeking someone different in mind, someone with a far healthier mindset and a better head on their shoulders. When scorn for simply existing oversaw your entire childhood and adolescence, love was some kind of forbidden concept you were callously denied of at every turn. And if anyone deserved true happiness without having the burden of her around-it was emily.
Winnie shook her head with another quiet sigh as she slowly got up from her seat, taking her juice with her as she opened the sliding doors. Closing it behind her, the cooler air moderately bit at her skin as she made it inside. She headed to the kitchen to drain her discarded juice before placing the cup back in the sink and returning to her room. Gently biting down on her cigarette she carefully set up a stray portrait from a few days ago against the far wall, along with a few others she left to dry over time.
The resonant knock on the front door pulled her away from continuing to drown in her thoughts as soon as she intended to head to her kitchen. She slightly grimaced with confusion; who would it be and who would even come in this kind of weather anyway? Was it an amazon package or some food she probably didn't even remember ordering? Kate dropping by from whence she came with another lame-ass apology masking as some blatant need for cash to pay for jane's chemo?
Whoever it was, she was mostly just hoping to get it over with. "Coming!" she yelled reliably to the visitor as she made haste for a bit. She lightly spritzed some perfume she grabbed from her dresser over her neck, hair and the rest of her upper half before brushing out her hair for a second. The smell of ash continued attaching itself to her waist-length hair as she slowly reached her currently occupied hand to scratch her scalp a bit. After standing on her toes to look through the peephole, the doorknob jiggled a bit as winnie opened the door after twisting the turnpiece.
Emily could feel pure, exhilarating warmth burst within her chest as she found winnie standing before the threshold, looking up at her. Even when winnie dressed down or looked like she just crawled out of bed these days, it was like looking heavenly only came naturally to her somehow. When emily kept it classy with a flowy light blue halter top and preppy white skinny jeans, winnie only kept it casual with a black tank top and matching panties. "Hey." with a thick swallow, emily managed a small amicable wave after a reasonable while of silence. "Hey." winnie simply gave a small smile after muttering a small reply.
The huskiness of her voice was lithe, clear in its usual cold charm. Heart beating out of her chest with probably no way to regulate it, emily only looked down a bit as she fiddled with the golden chain of her designer handbag before looking at winnie. "Um...can i come in?" she asked. With a resigned nod, winnie slightly opened the door some more for her, gesturing for her to come inside. The clicks of her white heels echoed against the cold wooden floors as she ushered herself into her apartment with winnie closing the door behind her."Um, I'm...sorry if this is sudden." emily spoke up, turning around after slightly wiping away a bit of rain from her shoulders. Taking one last drag of her cigarette, winnie allowed the ash to drain into her lungs, before releasing another puff of smoke. She looked up after watching it disappear into the air and shrugged at the blonde as she followed her to the couch. "You can drop in whenever you want Em, s'not like i'm gonna bite you or something." she said.
Emily knew that that was something she had to accept, but doubt only continued giving her other plans. She just nodded gently as she shrugged off her purse. "Yeah but...i didnt want to keep giving you trouble, you know?" she said. "It's no trouble, trust me." winnie leant down to dip her discarded cigarette into her ashtray where a few old crushed-up butts resided. "Why are you out in all this rain, anyway?" she sat up a bit to gesture to the second round of rain that quickly tapped onto the windows in a one-note symphony. "Did something happen?"
Emily only shook her head. "...I know this didn't really constitute a visit, but…i did want to talk to you about something." she said. Winnie only nodded, as patient as she could be. "Which is?" she said, crossing her legs as she sat back. As she tried to find the words to say, emily took a breath, before speaking. "First things first, I..." she swallowed, before sighing. "I just...want to apologize again. For everything."
"Oh mygod, Em..." winnie shook her head as she firmly rubbed a hand over her face. "Stop apologising, okay? I thought I told you like, a million times that we're cool. You don't need to keep doing that." As much as it was still a sore spot, there was no sugarcoating it, winnie really didnt want to think about it again. But there was obviously no denying how even after all the apologies she gave, emily still wouldn't bring herself to drop the subject. "I know, i get it." she merely put her hands up in surrender, shaking her head before continuing. "I'm know i shouldn't keep doing this-i'm...not trying to beg for your forgiveness or anything-i know you've told me not to expect something like that, i know I don't deserve that right, I know you told me that sorry isn't going to wipe what I've done, i know. I have no reason to disagree with you on any of that, but..." she trailed off, solemnly. "I...i dont know, i just...couldn't stop thinking about what I've done. You've been nothing but an amazing, wonderful friend to me for as long as i could even remember-and to have me just do what i've done...it's just been hard to live with myself, the more i think about it. The way you protected me from the tibbles, how you were always there for me, how i knew i could trust you with my feelings and secrets...and for me to just do something so stupid, so…utterly childish, just for something that wont even mean anything when im older, at the cost of just leaving you behind...it was really selfish of me."
Emily slowly looked up as she found winnie laying her hand atop her lowered shoulders. She slowly turned around to face the shorter woman who only shook her head. "Em, i get it what you mean, but...it's fine, trust me." her voice was calm and patient as she placated her, keeping her from teetering over the brink of their rocky past. "Look, we do stupid things-but that's completely natural. But...all that's in the past now, i promise you. And all of that...it's not that I don't understand why you did it. And it doesn't really make me think that that automatically makes you a terrible person, not at all! You..can just be self-centred sometimes. I can be too-hell, we all are. Again, that's human. And..." winnie stopped herself with a sigh as she shook her head. "...As much as i appreciate that you're apologising, i...i just really dont want to think about the past anymore. i dont want to keep hearing about it. I just want to move on with my life."
"I-" emily could find another apology on the tip of her tongue, but quickly changed her tone for winnie's sake. "...I understand." she practically whispered.
Her eyes slightly widened as she felt winnie's arms wrapping around her, giving her a tight hug. It was something she hadn't felt in years from winnie, and she could immediately feel it soften the tension in the air a little more. She never wanted to let go, but it was something she had to accept when winnie would be the first to pull away, leaving her hands atop the taller blonde's lowered shoulders. It took emily a moment to realize how she wasn't too far from the meat of the conversation; she cleared her throat a bit, before speaking again. "..But above all…there's been something I've been wanting to tell you for a while. I knew i had to get to that point eventually, but…i just wasn't sure how to say it. I was also just...afraid, of how you'd feel about it-but however you take it, i promise i wouldn't hold it against you. I completely trust and support whatever decision you're comfortable making."
"What is it?"
"...Winnie, I...I'm in love with you."
While it did feel good to gamble with fate, emily couldn't really bring herself to face the look she felt winnie gave her as she bought herself to continue. "I know i've…always felt this way. I've never even stopped thinking about you, even when I left you. But...i knew it was wrong. I knew i wasn't supposed to have these feelings because god knows how my parents would take it if they ever found out. I just...felt that with a little convincing for myself, it'd just completely vanish, just like that-but it was always so hard whenever i think of you. And i thought about you..a lot. I wasn't sure what to do-until maman just decided she wanted nothing to do with me anymore, after papa passed away. I didn't know how to feel about it at first, until I just...felt this massive weight off my shoulders as soon as i moved out. I just...felt so free. Like no one was holding me back anymore. Like i constantly wasn't being watched or had all these expectations put onto me, even when someone would say that they only just have my best interests in mind, even when they don't…i knew with my parents out of the picture now, i couldn't just keep lying to myself anymore. And again-i knew i had to tell you at some point, but-i was never really sure how to do any of that." emily blinked away her tears, giving winnie a wide yet fragile-looking smile. "But...here we are, i guess."
"And trust me, it's…not to say that i dont love the way we are now….but-at the same time, i just…want it to change. I...want it to be more. And, if...if you don't feel the same way…" she carefully dabbed a finger below her eyes for a second, trying not to smudge her mascara and sniffled. "Then I'm totally fine with that. I promise won't hold it against you...i just hope we can still be friends." she takes a breath after finishing, as if to recollect her thoughts. At last she was finally able to be honest, to tell winnie how she really felt. It was forbidden, it was something her parents warned her not to rebel against, but it's not like her parents would know now. It was like she had nothing to fear, especially when she was in the presence of winnie...no one ever made her feel stronger than she did.
"You know, i..." she'd find winnie's voice grabbing her attention as she watched the shorter woman errantly grind her fingernail against her chipped nail polish. "...I've actually...always felt the same way, too."
Emily practically closed in on her, wanting answers at this point. "...You-" she uttered silently, eyes wider than ever at this point. "...really, winnie?"
The brunette just gave a small nod and slowly looked down to cup her hands as some way of occupying herself. "For the longest, i honestly never thought i actually deserved love. I just honestly-could never be sure if it was even "okay" to actually immerse myself in that kind of feeling or even know what it is. I mean, you already know the story but-i was never really given it growing up, between my family and my exes...i was basically always told not told to not expect it from anyone since everyone would always tell me, "wake the fuck up D.W., no one should have the misfortune of being with you, you're just a fucking disappointment, that's all you'll ever be! All you ever do is fuck shit up! No one wants you, no one needs you!" and shit like that. And i do know im like-so many things, but…honestly, it just felt like all of that just...completely goes away when im with you. Like i felt happier. Safer. Wanted…loved. And i get i said i didn't want to talk about the past earlier, but i've…i've never even stopped thinking about you myself. Even when we weren't as close as we were back then, i've always wondered about how you were doing. How you were getting by. Then i just…felt all those feelings start to change into something…more. Something …completely deeper than that. The way you were always on my mind, it just…fuelled that. I…just knew i wanted to call it love. I...i knew i felt comfortable enough to do that…to tell you how i really felt before everything that happened happened. I...honestly just wasn't sure if i'll ever be able to have that chance again, before you told me just now. I honestly didn't even think i deserved you...because i know you deserve better."
After noticing the stray tear that rolled down her cheek, winnie gave emily a shaky nod as she wept it away with her fist. "Okay, fuck it's contagious. Sorry about that." she sniffled, chuckling. Emily just laughed her off with a nod before clearing her throat after a while, slowly looking up to face her once again. "You…really mean it?" she asked.
Warm butterflies burst into emily's chest as winnie answered her question; winnie slowly laid her hand atop hers, gently squeezing it a bit. She slowly brought her eyes back to her, giving her a soft, shaky giggle where the shorter woman did the same. It was her turn to hug winnie, who returned the favour by tightly hugging her back. The two would slowly part after a while, only to gaze silently into each other's eyes for the better part of forever. The more emily didn't break her gaze from winnie, the more she slowly felt compelled to give in to this overwhelming urge to close the distance between them. The dappled sky from out the window left her light brown hair a ghostly beacon, those slightly lowered cerulean eyes of hers sparkling like stars.
When the smell of ash and love spell mingled with chanel no. 5, the bitter taste of ash and rose lipgloss collided as emily found herself almost stunned by the soft warmth of winnie's lips...butgod abovedid it feel so right. She eagerly melted in the otherworldly paradise it brought her, easing into her embrace at last. She let out a nigh-inaudible hum as winnie's fingers gently brushed along her cheeks. Her touch was light, feathery, almost ticklish, with emily slightly tilting her head as her hand reached upward to cup winnie's face. The contours of her curvy silhouette soon ended up enticing her curiosity like no other when winnie dared to deepen their kiss; the tip of her tongue practically urged emily to part her lips even wider for her, and when winnie tightly twined her tongue around hers, greeting her with the thrilling chill of her tongue stud, emily quite simply melted.
Emily slightly caught her breath after a while to recollect her thoughts, only to fail to do so the moment she looked down to face winnie. Right then and there, it felt like something came over her-something so needy, desperate to drown in more of her, to cling to her. Her heartbeat skipped out of rhythm with every waking moment as she looked into winnie's lowered eyes before pulling back in to kiss her once more. She softly moaned as she slowly trailed her arms to gently hold on to her hips, reeling into her embrace from there.
When the two eventually pulled away once again, it was like winnie read her mind as she wrapped her hands into hers, glancing at her. "Em…you sure about this?" she asked in a breathy, half-failing tone, wanting to know what's it to be, whether emily really wanted to continue taking this step or not. She blinks, seeing the reflection in the blonde's eyes all but answering her question from there, her pupils borderline dilated with thrill. "Yes..." emily uttered breathily, pleading winnie for more.
Those lips emily just wanted to kiss ten times over curled into a playful little smirk after that. Hand in hand, slowly the two got up from the couch and walked down the nearby hall and into winnie's bedroom with emily following close behind like a puppy on a leash, the door closing with a resonant click. The two immediately picked up where they left off as they sat down on the front of her bed; winnie cupped emily's face as she invited her lips back to hers before promptly wrapping her tongue around the blonde's. Slowly pushing her hand beneath the soft fabric of her panties, emily slowly hiked her dainty, manicured fingers along the curve of winnie's thigh with utter longing, more than happy to explore all of her. Every pudgy curve, edge, stretch mark and scar; every inch of her warm freckled skin was just purely addicting.
Eventually, emily would bring herself to stop, doing the honours for winnie once she felt the brunette's hand brush downward, desperately fiddling with the waistline of her jeans. She stood up a bit to fully unbutton and unzip them, allowing them to encircle her dainty bared feet before reaching to pull off her top, chucking it somewhere onto the beige carpet. Winnie would pull off her tank top as emily finished stripping for her, the blonde only clad in her undergarments for now. She swallowed thickly, holding her breath as she found herself staring at winnie's huge, perfect breasts; she could feel the blood rushing from her head to thrum between her legs. Her hand eagerly trailed along her side, curiously yet deliberately trailing upwards to the swell of her one breast, just a few inches shy of her nipple. She watched winnie steadily holding her breath as her nipple steadily pebbled to a hard, aching point when she teasingly curved her thumb around it.
Winnie practically lost against an urge to moan as she felt the newly familiar warmth of emily's mouth within it, as the blonde greeted her nipple with one firm suck, holding onto her waist in doing so. "What're…you doing to me...?" her breathless words leave her mouth without even thinking as she continues to moan; she feels emily almost smirk against her nipple, and continues to suck even harder, her tongue firmly lashing at it in doing so. She bought a moan to escape from emily's occupied lips as her hand gently rubbed at her inner thigh, her moaning simply increasing a bit as it later reached to the thin, slightly dampened lace of her panties.
Winnie could feel emily's lips slip slowly part from her aching nipple as the blonde steadily arched her head, moaning more as she continued to tease her, almost spitefully; winnie simply gave her a self-satisfied hum as she tucked her face into the column of her neck gently leaving a series of slow gentle kisses. She'd finally reached her earlobe in the middle of continuing her slow, passionate assault, kissing along it before gently biting at it as she progressively sped up below.
"Winn-..." emily panted to her, arching against winnie as her cold unoccupied hand trailed up to the small of her back to undo her bra. "Hm?" the brunette muttered back, teasingly. She stopped her movements as soon as she found emily slowly detaching herself from her. "I'm...not sure i like you teasing me like this." she hummed lowly. Her hands reached behind her back to continue unclasping her bra, pulling it off to drop it with her other discarded clothing. Winnie simply brushed her hand back up emily's thigh before slowly reaching to cup her breast, smirking playfully as she gave it a small, gentle squeeze. "What shall i do to please her gracious majesty then?" she joked in a formal tone.
When winnie's face disappeared back into the column of her neck to kiss along it once more, emily held her breath, feeling the fluttering within her stomach grow especially faster as she lightly pinched her nipple. All these new sensations were so new and overwhelming, yet it only left her aching and wanting more; to just want nothing more than to just drown in the seductive, loving, amazing, perfect paragon that was winnie before her.
As a rush of arousal ebbed and flowed within her, emily slowly lowered her head as soon as winnie's lips slowly made their way to kiss along her collarbone, her wandering hand slowly going back to where it started. Pain brought a satisfying chill to run down her spine only, adding to the carnal pleasure when winnie's teeth bit into her skin, gently pulling at it. She kept her head raised, tightly holding onto winnie as the shorter woman continued leaving her passionate trail above her collarbone and neck, to a point. Emily stopped her right there, gently holding onto her face and looking into the amorous glance the shorter brunette gave her. "Fuck me." emily murmured, lustful desperation and firmness layered within her tone.
Like so, her demand was a demand winnie was more than happy to make. "Just lay down for me." she hummed seductively, hiking down her panties to drop them to the ground. Emily was quick to lay at the centre of winnie's bed to part her inner thighs after that, granting her full access. Winnie only kept her smirk as she reached to pull emily's soaked panties down her lower half, immediately moving to her next course of action as soon as she threw them to the carpet. Her fingers took in the smooth, moist warmth of her folds as she trailed along them with one slow firm stroke, bringing a burst of pleasure that left the blonde breathless. Smirking at the long drawn-out moan she gave her in turn, winnie simply dragged those two fingers up her clit to greet it with all but hasty stroking this time around, leaving emily twitching and bringing her to that growing adrenaline. When she daringly dragged her fingers downward and past emily's awaiting entrance, a slightly louder moan came from the blonde as she twitched beneath her.
From there, winnie continued fucking her with her fingers at an even pace before daringly adding another to the mix with her thumb rubbing at her aching clit, much to emily's restlessness. Throwing back her head, emily would practically bounce on her hand as winnie's fingers thrust through her tight warmth in one fluid pace. As her heartbeat tripled at that point, her moans encouraged winnie, bringing the brunette to continue building her pleasure with reckless abandon-before she suddenly felt it all but eclipse within her as winnie suddenly stopped.
With widened eyes, another shaky gasp that nearly passed as a moan escaped emily as soon as she felt winnie's tongue brush along her slit. From that moment onward it was like torture; winnie took her sweet time dragging her tongue along her labia to swirl around her sensitive clit at one agonisingly slow pace, eliciting a series of moans from the blonde as she later began to vigorously lap at it. Just like that, sweet aching warmth quickly washed over emily, with winnie deviously taking in the passionate cry she released upon finally reaching her climax. She closed her eyes as she tightly held onto her hips, greedily swallowing every bit of the juices that erupted from her core.
As emily practically gasped for air beneath her, winnie would eventually pull away, licking her lips with a satisfied hum. She giggled coyly as emily quickly twitched with another moan when she teasingly slipped her paired fingers back into her dripping opening. Her body quickly eased itself as soon as she descended atop her, bending her one leg around emily's as she angled her cum-drenched fingers to the blonde's slightly parted lips for her. Emily gently held onto winnie's wrist as she tasted her release with a soft, pleasant moan, suckling on them for a bit, before slowly withdrawing from her fingers.
Winnie gently ran her fingers along emily's locks, pushing them away from her face as the two were nose to nose. She thought she looked absolutely beautiful; her icy blue eyes lowered with yearning, her soft fair skin flushed, her sweet lips parted ever so slightly. She closed in on her, planting another soft, affectionate kiss on them; her hand unhesitantly made its way down to her clit once again, with emily slowly arching her head as she felt her fingers rubbing small, teasing, body-rocking circles along it. "Ready?" she stopped to whisper against her lips before grinning as emily shared her sentiment. "Fuckyes."
"I was waiting for you to say that…" winnie whispered, trailing her hand along emily's thigh as she pulled back in to kiss her once again. She pulled away after half a minute or so, tightly cupping emily's face as she left a brief peck on her lips. Exhaling silently, ribbons of tingly pleasure raced within her, with lustful moaning slipping out of her as she slowly began to rut her clit against emily's with the blonde following soon after. Emily tightly clung onto winnie's waist like a literal lifeline as she ground her hips in time with hers, kissing her in doing so.
The room felt unbearably hot; soundly, airy moans of passion ran like gunfire as soon as they filled the air. In each other's arms the two weakly gripped each sweaty, trembling curve while sighing and moaning, steadily reaching their peaks with every grind. As soon as she messily pulled her lips away from winnie's, emily could feel that thick, tingly pleasure rooting to her sweet spot to spike throughout her body, warning her once again that climax was near. "Wiin-nnieeee-oh-mygod-fuck-"she breathlessly cried out, tripping over knee-weakening pleasure. She could feel her trembling thighs part more against her, her body twitching and shifting as she inched closer and closer to her limit once again. This time, winnie's soft, seductive voice barely anchored her sanity. "Cum..." she moaned to her after a thick swallow, tightening her hand into emily's as she also inched closer to her limit. "Fu-uck-mmmmh-cum...ohhhhfuck..."
When the height of their pleasure steadily reached a turning point, one last simultaneous grind against each other's clits made the dam burst. More of that heavenly bliss poured over them with two beautiful cries sounding through winnie's room as they climaxed together. As warm tingling continued blanketing their nerves, more of their juices aptly dripped from their throbbing cores and into their inner thighs. Slowly riding out of their highs, winnie practically shied away in emily's arms as the two unwinded against each other in silence.
The untold warmth of winnie's embrace, the pure love emanating from her made her never dare to leave-to never seek anything other than this kind of pure unadulterated happiness again. With a slow breath, emily opened her eyes after a while to look into winnie's. "Winnie...could i..kiss you again?" she sheepishly purred into the balmy warmth of her throbbing, sweat-coated skin. "I...i don't think i can stop." Like clockwork, winnie smiled as she eagerly pressed her lips against her newly made girlfriend's. Emily's heart fluttered like a caged bird as the two kissed in silent contentment for a while, melting into the perfect moment. As soon as emily parted from her, she happily indulged in more of winnie, leaving a line of slow blissed-out kisses along every inch of her skin.
Emily slowly looked up to face winnie upon finishing, gently cupping her cheek with one hand. "I...i love you." she crooned to her.
Those words were all it took to seal their deepest passion. It was as if emily rediscovered her purpose in life-like somehow made her realise that there was actually meaning within it. It was like a light had switched on inside of winnie illuminating a dark room that lay a lasting triple threat of uncertainty, hatred and insecurity, and suddenly she was able to find clarity and peace. She knew that no matter whatever misfortune or the dregs of her troubled past threw at her, emily would always be there for her, never daring to leave her again. That she'll be okay, her deepest fears forever buried and laid to rest as long as emily was right by her side.
If winnie hadn't cried all the tears she could cry over the years she'd be clinging onto emily, full-on sobbing with joy at this point. With a wide, purely loving smile she tiredly lay her hand within her soft blonde locks, holding onto her forearm as she pulled her even closer. She tightly cupped her face as she kissed her, losing herself in the moment without a care in the world.
"I love you too."