Our Words: Just Between The Two Of Us

by Kirin_Inc

Summary:

Rosmontis misses Amiya. Carnally.

Chapter 1

03:48 P.M. / Heavy Rainfall

Rhodes Island Landship Dormitories

 

A lone feline sat reclined on her bed, her upper body stilled of all movement save the motions needed for drawing breath.

Most people who’d come across this scene might, at a glance, just assume that Rosmontis was doing so as an act of deep introspection; pondering what words that were next to be put to writing upon the terminal which laid actively alight across her lap. But ones in the know could conclude for the opposite to be the truth, even without coming into visual contact with her.

Because instead of her consciousness having been drawn inwards, rather, it was currently being directed outwards. Room by room and hallway through hallway, even elevator shafts, air ducts, and utility tunnels were not spared as the space was filled in a flood of thought-formed filaments. Those with keener senses for Arts might have put a brief pause on their current activities as they felt the presence of… something pass over them—with the even more sensitive not able to shake the feeling of being ever so slightly mired, as though clung to by some strands of webbing.

And such a comparison wasn’t far off the mark for its function. Serving as something of an extension for her perceptions, they were able to feed back to her everything about the comings and goings of those harbored aboard Rhodes Island.

Of course, practically speaking, she couldn’t truly take in all of that information. She was well aware for her own limitations, and that’s why she’d completed some preparations on how to predispose herself to a singular purpose of giving a reaction only when catching a glimpse for that unmistakable familiar figure to set foot back onto the landship.

…Hmmm, actually, that’d make it less like a web and more like a nerve cell, wouldn’t it? With the one whom she was looking for being akin to the molecule that would fit into the receptors.

Though, which chemical would that be? Dopamine? Serotonin? The full complement of Endorphins? Rosmontis could see all of these as reasonable candidates to make an attribution for… ah, but there was one other that felt more fitting. Oxyto—

It really would be in the only moment she’d let her mind to wander that she would receive the signal from her extended senses. An important reminder that any lapse in concentration can carry with it consequences. But, luckily, here it’d only caused her to not be able to continue on in her musing as her mind went to immediately act upon the new stimulus.

Every errant thread of consciousness had coalesced at the speed of thought, braiding together into something like a string (or, from how steely focused she was with regards to this endeavour, perhaps more like links in a chain) connecting her to the whereabout of her love’s heart. Her terminal updated itself with her extrasensory information and charted out the path, directing her towards… Bay 12.

A bit of a trek, but nothing was too far. Thus she set off out from her room without any further delay.

She wasn’t quite running, but those that observed her gait would easily be under the distinct impression that she was not to be waylaid. So none had tried to give her any greetings as she passed, though a good majority did continue to look on at her curiously until she cleared their line of sight.

But just as she thought she was making good time on her excursion, when next she went to consult her terminal for directions, it’d blindsided her to not consider that—as something she really should have had the forethought to factor in—her target had their own objectives to accomplish and was therefore also on the move.

It didn’t take very long to make an assessement using this new intel and pivoting her plans accordingly. And while she couldn't plot a head-on interception, she should be able to put herself on the same trail and simply close out the pursuit from there.

Though… that did necessitate her having to pick up the pace considerably, thus it was under these new orders (from herself) that she immediately went to put them into action with no intention to let any room for failure.

As such, there were no other details that she concerned herself with from the route she was now more or less sprinting through, aside from the faintest bit of attention towards determining which direction was to be taken when met with a crossroads or fork. Even the presence of others also travelling through the same space held no hindrance to her—whereas previously those who saw her thought it was best that she shouldn’t be bothered, now they would think that she couldn’t be stopped.

And indeed, not even her target could stop her. Having finally converged to the predicted path, she didn’t slow down one bit after establishing visual contact. A jacket whose fit was subtly oversized, cautus ears that stood tall and strong, and (now visible from a turn likely initiated from hearing her approach) those beautiful blue eyes and wonderfully sweet smile. All things so quintessentially Amiya. Her Amiya.

…Okay, maybe she had slowed just a smidge as she was struck with the sight.

Or, perhaps, it could have been the world which had sped down. That Terra itself had temporarily adjusted its rate of turning so as to preserve that second for even a moment more, only to collect on its due of lent time when she felt herself move almost too quickly to already arrive at her love’s side.

“Oh, Rosmontis, good—uwah!”

The girl didn’t get to finish her greeting as the feline hooked their arms together and continued on forward.

“Ah. Um, just continue on until you find a wall with ‘R.I.I.M.’ on it and enter the white double doors. It’s not too far after the next left, and another representative there will be fine to pick up from the discussion!”

Those words weren’t for her. Had Amiya been walking and talking with someone else? She didn’t even notice the other presence at all. Perhaps that meant they weren’t anyone she needed to pay attention to.

Could she be blamed for it? The one there held so tightly in her grasp was the person she needed at this moment.

…However, that also held true for many parts of Rhodes Island. Especially with how Amiya only just got back from a long business trip, and perhaps even more so because her arrival had been delayed by the inclement weather.

Yet equally true was that Amiya wouldn’t allow an issue to remain unheeded, going so far as to personally involve herself if she feels it could help resolve the problem more smoothly—even something as mundane as kitchenwork or document delivery would never be beneath her. Thus she wouldn’t be letting herself get dragged along if she knew she couldn’t afford to.

As a little test (and also because Rosmontis herself needed to come down from maintaining that frantic pace) she adjusted the speed of her steps to something much more moderate; to which Amiya had moved to match her perfectly. And despite getting ample time during this span to catch breath and be no longer drowned out by their din of footfalls, there was neither any intent expressed to excuse herself, nor any effort initiated to extricate.

Moreover, if she were to expound even further on that quality of the cautus for wanting to keep that humanised touch with everything, it had a matter to it in of itself. And it wasn’t that she had no proficiency at delegating—rather, the trouble lies in how she sometimes has difficulty for actually deciding to do so. Particularly when she thinks she can handle it herself.

Because Amiya is kind. Her heart feels onus for even the tiniest thing and will reach out her hands regardless of how full they already were. What she needed too were periodic reminders that all the help she’s offered before were more than ready and willing to be repaid even twice over.

And for Rosmontis (despite the impetus for her current course of action being chiefly driven by her own desire) what she’d been planning would also be a requitement of an even greater magnitude.

Which started as soon as the both of them entered her room. Or, more precisely, immediately after she carefully set down her terminal atop the shoe cabinet. Because she felt that she’d be needing both hands available for this endeavour.

It took little manuevering to place that newly freed hand on Amiya’s cheek and even less for planting a peck on the opposite side. The motion was a bit too quick for either to fully enjoy the sensation of contact long overdue, but it was meant as more a teaser for what’s to come.

“I’ve missed you.” Rosmontis whispered to the ear right by where she’d just lifted herself from. But she hadn’t even waited for a response before touching down once more, this time gliding (and doing a bit of smearing and nibbing) across the cheek in order to reach a pair of wanting lips.

And a response did indeed come right after. A little sound surged forth from Amiya’s throat that was carried to her through their shared kiss. A message without words that contained multitudes: Acknowledgment. Affirmation. A mutual understanding.

While the plan was supposed to be that all this was to be done with deliberate measure so as to ease the cautus in for what she had in store, the arm she’d just been slung over with bearing intent to bring their bodies even closer together was indicative that such might have been an unnecessary precaution. Still, considering too that she didn’t quite have any ‘plan of attack’ prepared apart from following the traces of phantom feelings from her own body, it only seemed right to take things slowly.

Yet now those same whims had just been stoked by that inviting action and were now eager to answer in kind, thus her remaining free hand maneuvered its way inside the jacket in order to reciprocate the gesture by pressing itself along the small of Amiya’s back. And it would be here that Rosmontis should have realised that this could only lead into a positive feedback loop which would accelerate the pace of the proceedings well past that ‘deliberate measure’ she’d been intending for.

Because, in turn, that caused the lips on which she was laying her own upon to part. The sigh that billowed out against her skin was feverishly hot—fully saturated with love and longing. Yet even hotter still was the re-establishing touch that followed, which had with it limed a burning request: to allow the direct source of that heat to flow into her without obstruction.

Naturally, she acquiesced.

Thus both breath and saliva had soon began to mix about in a cauldron casted from their connected flesh. However, the construct was imperfectly sealed and had some leakage of the admixture contained within. Not that the two minded it too much as it had been primarily little moans and other vocalisations of pleasure which seeped through.

…Okay, maybe Amiya was a little less comfortable with the bit of drivel that was beginning to bead off to the side of her chin. But there was a simple solution to that.

The hand still pressed to her cheek along with the other planted on her back were giving little nudges in suggestion to reposition. She’d followed without a fuss, but wasn’t sure what was being accomplished as there hadn’t been much distance covered, scarcely two steps before the instructions ceased. All that did was place Rosmontis between herself and slightly askew to the shoe cabi—

“Mmpf…!”

—Correction: She’d been pulled to lean in atop the feline, who in turn was using the fixture’s length (and a bit of the wall) for support. Which now made it so that the mixture they formed could only have one place to flow, and her arm had ended up a bit pinned during the move to be able to otherwise stop it.

What an intoxicating concoction they had created.

And then a tongue was added to the mix. Or, rather, was added to mix. It had been inserted with the intent to both churn the contents inside and to coax its opposite to do the same.

While that second tongue did start moving collaboratively, it wasn’t to the same gusto as that of the initiator’s efforts. So much so that it was more like that the latter had been trying to wring out from the former all of the secretions it had (although, the tongue does not produce saliva, but there is a gland located by its underside that does) to feed into the voracious maw at its terminus.

And that hunger wasn’t just limited to this part of her body.

The hand that had helped direct the two into this position in the first place had grown discontent with their station of merely staying on standby. While the curve of Amiya’s lower back was plentily a lovely shape to remain upon, twinges of tactile memory whispered temptations for somewhere that held even more allure.

All she had to do was move lower, and so lower did she let her hand slide. From the soft fibres of a blouse to the creased pleats of a skirt to the silky smoothness of tights; already such a fine swath of texture her touch sampled. Yet still her urges told her that she needed to go even further down.

…Although, before that, she took just a little bit of a detour back upwards. There she found a singular little balled tuft of a tail just right for her fingers to run through and unfurl into its full (albeit limited) length, nails tracing along each minute segment that was at the core of the outer coating of fur.

A stifled squeek resulted from that, but she had herself already poised with an ‘apology’ conveyed by both taking their kissing to a much more tender turn and making soothing motions with her non-offending hand.

That split second of a conflicted quiver she felt from Amiya’s lower lip on whether to pout or forgive was a unique sensation that only she could savor. Were there to be any lasting complains from the cautus, such would have went unvoiced (or was functionably unintelligible amidst their regular release of little moans) as her hand once more made its way back onto the trail.

And where it took her was… well, towards a crevice—narrows that signposted for only one clean way forward—yet this was indeed where she felt she was meant to be heading. Or at least, that’s what Rosmontis believed had to be true, both at an instinctual level and from the physical sensation that she hadn’t realised was missing.

It hadn’t just been caused by the comparative nature of temperature perception. What ‘cold’ there was with the skirt which wasn’t in direct bodily contact and to even Amiya’s own bum (and she had a pretty cute one. Well-toned from exercise, but had a degree of fat she could never quite fully get rid of) wasn’t what made the sudden heat so striking, that was a feature inherent to the where she’d wandered finger-first into.

Yet now that she was in there, still she felt the urge to come even closer. So she let two digits probe forward along that patch where she found was hotest. Though she wanted to start with a proper profiling of the outline, the two articles of clothing she had to feel past made that prospect slightly difficult to follow-through with. All she could gather from the little line she made was mostly more of the same for what she already knew: Still so hot that she could almost swear her fingers would melt into it.

And that didn’t seem like a bad fate to be allowed to come to fruition as the next pertinent property being how dry it was, standing directly in-contrast to the opposite end where she was still caught in a deluge of their combined secretions. Which made it much simpler too not just for the plan on how to proceed, but also with its execution. After all, Rosmontis had already gotten some experience for it from her preparations.

So she applied more pressure on the backstroke, the skin beneath mounded under the touch until evening out at the terminus that was her original starting point. For completing that round trip she felt a twitch in the gluteal muscle where her wrist was laid to rest upon.

She did it again with even more pressure. And this pass revealed a hitherto hidden groove that seemed like it was hugging back the finger that caressed it, a feeling accentuated even further when Amiya’s thighs closed ever so slightly in response.

Luckily (or perhaps it was done deliberately?) that hadn’t impeded her movements for going back-and-forth along the found indentation, not that she had any intention of stopping even if it’d been made more difficult—especially not when the stimulation she was getting from the act was just so… enthralling. Her fingers exploring every which avenue of motion she could iterate on: fast or slow in pace, light or heavy on the pressure applied, variations on probing using just the tip or running the entire length of each of the participating fingers, even dragging her nails through as though trying to scratch at an itch that wasn’t on her own body.

Yet even as it may have seemed like her brain was being completely commandeered by the constant stream of neuronal activation, she hadn’t lost sight (or, in this case, touch. As she’s had her eyes closed ever since they began kissing) for the impetus of this activity in the first place. So while the place she’d been fondling for had grown ever hotter, what also hadn’t gone beneath notice was that it wasn’t getting any wetter.

Which was… concerning.

This stood out as the clear outlier from all the feedback she was getting, moans and squirms seemingly irreconcilable from what was—or rather wasn’t—present between her fingertips.

But what then was the cause? Was the technique she employed not good enough? At the very least she wished to get the cautus to the same point where she’d been able to bring herself to, and yet… Ah, there had been one difference between then and now that would factor in to this loss of efficacy.

On Amiya’s end, however, the thought that she wasn’t really getting much from all of the feline’s touch couldn’t be any further from the truth.

The unrefined efforts paired with the raw enthusiasm they were being fueled by was a potent combination that she felt herself utterly at the mercy of. But what she felt to the core of her very being that really left her so enraptured was… well, Rosmontis’ own enjoyment.

Any and all loving descriptors she could give to each and every touch she received wouldn’t be for just bits of flowery filigree—those intimate intents behind had bled through with such vividness that this case of happiness shared wasn’t just happiness doubled, but closer to being happiness squared.

However, an anomaly immediately caught her attention in the form of a sudden spike for agitation, followed quickly by the handling for her privates changing from fondling to a grip on the outer clothing that were currently worn over them.

And by the time she reached the conclusion these two factors would follow to, it was already too late. The tug on her tights causing it to wedge into what inguinal creases that could catch it—which served only to further its intended goal by providing an anchor point against the pulling force and thus placing strain upon the material.

And it was some rather thin material.

*Riiip*

“…Rooos!”

Rosmontis opened her eyes to see Amiya having broken away from their kiss, a hard frown formed to take the place of the lips that seemed so soft moments before. And, perhaps most pointedly, rosy red cheeks that remained unpuffed with nary a hint of playful pouting.

Uh oh.

“S-sorry…” Was all she could meekly respond with, hands retrieved in order to lay them upturned and flanking her face. A pose of supplication to make sure they wouldn’t be cause of any undue destruction by being unsupervised.

Amiya thought it a little overboard (having also already pick-up on the near-instantaneous regret that’d welled within the feline) yet expectedly endearing nonetheless. So with a softened expression and tone did she grumble out still her admonishment. “Geez, what’d gotten into you?”

She moved a finger the trace the new hole in order to survey for damage. The good news is that it was actually rather minimal. The bad news is that it was made over perhaps the most compromising part it could have possibly been on.

…And the worst news is that the combination of those two points only accentuated what lewdness was inherent in each to a multiplicative degree. Even if repaired, its mere presence as a conspicuous cover-up communicates clearly what had been done before if seen.

At least she hopes it’ll see some recycling done with it after she sends it off for disposal.

“I… thought you weren’t enjoying it. So I wanted to be sure you really felt me.”

The red on Amiya’s cheeks burned a bit brighter at that, but still smiled gently as she gave her assuagement. “Your touch is always wonderful, Ros.”

To substantiate that, she set down her terminal—wait, was she holding onto that this whole time?—atop the feline’s own and used that newly freed-up hand to guide the one that had previously been on her other end to cup at her face instead. Without need for further words she merely let herself lean in and melt into those diligent little digits just as they sank into her once more.

But as much as Rosmontis would love to let that moment sit as she trusts those words to be their self-evident truth, she still had something she couldn’t let be without explanation: the disparity that caused her to act out so unwisely in the first place.

So it was through tremendous effort that she detached herself from that feeling of oneness and, in deliberate mirroring, she too guided that hand of Amiya’s down to what she believed made the case for her concern.

The cautus had sensed that struggle that still stirred within and recognised her reassurance wasn’t enough to completely resolve it. So she allowed the feline to lead into the topic on her own terms, even as she herself already had an inkling on what it would be about when their joined hands continued down past navel level.

What Amiya wasn’t prepared for, however, was what she saw as Rosmontis’ other hand lifted the hem of her dress out of the way. Even if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would still definitely know about it as her fingers were made to touch a place they were intimately familiar with.

And that was the rub: Direct contact utterly unimpeded by any underwear.

“So then, shouldn’t you be like this too? Wonderful, yes, but… was it not in this way?”

The question of the concern being stated writ large helped snap Amiya back into the present from the various… thoughts that her mind had been flooded with upon this reveal. Although, even then she found her focus being drawn back towards the texture literally at her fingertips, the warm, moistened, and slightly puffy folds of her lover’s lab—

Okay, first order of business: Deal with the distraction.

Politely, she removed herself (paying no mind to the little string that tried to sustain their connection for even a moment more) and tidied up the dress before she composed her reply. “You were doing great, really, but it’s just that I’m a little bit... slower to get like this.” That little quirk regarding her self-lubrication was something she’s explained for before, but quite infrequently. It doesn’t come up very often because the feline is typically more patient than this for such to happen.

And while there was no room to doubt it as an answer, it was still… shameful for Rosmontis to hear that she’d essentially ruined the mood for no reason other than a misunderstanding of something so simple about her love.

Yet no sooner than when the thought had manifested in her head that action had been taken against it, as hands had joined with hers urging and assisting to stand once more. Although, she might have been a bit too keen to comply as the sudden change in orientation from horizontal to vertical made for a misstep that carried with it too much momentum.

But of course Amiya was there ready to catch her, with arms so strong as to have her held in a close embrace while they redirected the excess kinetic energy in an elegant, almost dance-like twirl. Though short-lived—and perhaps even childish to have derived enjoyment from—it was enough wholesome fun to lift the feline up from her momentary funk.

The cautus giggled as she felt that switch in her girlfriend’s spirits, tempting her to remain there cuddling even closer with this bundle of cuteness. But that wouldn’t deal with the… desire which has continued to bubble along since the beginning.

“Come,” so she then bid to her love, ending the hug yet maintaining contact through their hands, “let’s continue somewhere more comfortable.”

That catch of a breath, that uplifting of a heart. Even without her arts she could feel Rosmontis grow aflutter with each of the not very many steps (with shoes also having been shuffled off) towards the only obvious destination. Except it was by those abilities that she had been alerted early about yet another mental obstacle rearing right before she got onto the bed.

So she sat herself down onto the mattress, not questioning when the one she’d been leading along hadn’t followed to do the same. As their still-linked hands remained hovered between them, she ignored the option to just let go and spread her arms open in invitation that she was once more ready to receive the feline—a temptation which she knew would have been hard for this girl to resist—but instead awaited that disclosure of the reason for this hesitancy holding her back from crossing over the threshold.

“Can you… demonstrate?”

The words had been chosen carefully and to the best of her ability. Unfortunately for Amiya’s now rapidly reddening face, Rosmontis’ eloquence tended to be reserved for the theoretical or philosophical, with the opposite being true for matters more on-hand and practical. So straightforward was it that the cautus needn’t ask what was such a ‘demonstration’ would entail, yet would still appreciate an explanation for why.

“I… know that you wouldn’t say it just to make me feel better, but I’m still not so confident anymore. So please? I want to be able to give you my all.”

“…Sure.”

A simple and controlled response. Because otherwise it would have become just a squee over how adorably earnest that was.

Rosmontis then sat patiently as Amiya busied herself with preparations. It was rather intensive—more so than what she was expecting—yet there were a couple things to these steps taken that hadn’t escaped her notice.

First were the rings. Of course those would get in the way and so she’d shed the ones for her right hand, but what surprised her was when the cautus had leaned over towards the bottom drawer of her bedside table for a couple of things. From that compartment did she pull out where she would be storing them: a receptacle that couldn’t be more obvious in its purpose as it had on it emblazoned a logo styled after one of the rings itself.

Right. Because Amiya sleeps over sometimes. So having somewhere to keep those wasn’t anything amiss. But what was weird had been her own reaction, as she should have already known that much without need for any reminder. Why was that bottom drawer suddenly a black box to her understanding of her own room? Not even drawing attention to the other unfamiliar container that’d been brought out as well. However, she couldn’t think on that for too long as something else took her attention.

“Ah. Let me help you.”

She’d offered automatically once she saw Amiya take out a napkin from one of the pockets of her jacket before moving to doff it entirely and move onto the apparel beneath. There was another flash of a flush across her face as it made for a direct reminded for what these actions were leading up to, yet hadn’t dissuaded her from giving the tiniest of nods.

Actually, even without having seen that, the raising up for both arms was about as implicit an indication as any could be for it. At least, that’s what Rosmontis would explain to herself as to why she had her hold already on the blouse’s hem before even realising that she’d moved to do so.

What she had less plausibility for, however, was that tiny bit of tremor in her touch as she lifted that which was firmly within her grasp. She had already laid her hand upon what would be considered by many as the most intimate area she could touch, and yet here she was trembling as more and more of her love’s skin was revealed.

Of course, there was only so much surface that was covered by that single article of clothing to continue eliciting that effect. And yet… there was, quite prominently, exactly one more layer that could keep titillating her so.

How simple it would be for her hands to reach around to deftly unhook and cause to come undone that last bastion so that all may be laid bare.

Except, rather than allow the bra to fall off, the outcome to that action would likely be denied by the one wearing it—to instead be the one to have dropped onto the bed with a cushioned thud, arms crossed to clutch that which was tenuously preserving the modicum of her top’s modesty. A defensive posture, yet one adoped in such haste that left vestiges of the vulnerability which prompted it so plain to see.

So easy to ponce upon.

Yet all of that had just been a fancy that had gotten a little too heartfelt—so much so that, despite Amiya not being able to read minds, the sentiment was strong enough that it wouldn’t be hard for her to have seen the scene play out exactly as imagined. At least, as infered from the crimson blush across Amiya’s cheeks once her head had made its appearance after being briefly swallowed by the blouse raised off of her.

And so Rosmontis had been swayed to overcome the temptation rather than being overcome by it. After all, she’d spoken it herself that this was only an offer to assist, thus she had no part to play in picking which piece was to come off next.

Though, the thing she wouldn’t be aware of was for the other reason why Amiya had such a vivid reaction that wasn’t just because she’d been so thoroughly undressed beneath her girlfriend’s gaze. Rather, it was due to how the inverse of her internally-declared statement had previously come to pass and she’d already pushed down the cautus in a similar scenario. But at least in this instance the disrobing could continue without interruption.

The next to go was the skirt, taking only a simple unclasping on the side’s clip and a quick shimmy before being handed off to her (to which she added to the ad hocly established pile by the bed’s foot; the likely destination of all their articles) while using that position to remove the thigh and anklet suppressors too. Those latter ones were sorted personally, perhaps predictably, with the rest of the rings rather than with the clothing.

Then there was the final big piece of apparel: the tights. And immediately did hungering eyes start needling at that boundary between flesh and fabric—yet this wasn’t like the blouse of before where some help would make the action go much faster. One set of hands was enough.

Though, that also meant Amiya was in full control over how this task’s proceedings shall be handled. And while there wouldn’t be anything wrong with her taking it off as she would any other time she’s done so… she also understood where Rosmontis’ earlier excitement had come from. How could she ever even muster up the heart to disappoint that?

Of course, such an act carried with it some level of risk. A tickle to the tail of the beast may well incite a retaliation of exactly that which had just been held back. But if the feline had done it once before, then surely she could be trusted to do so again, right?

No time to think about the veracity of that statement as focus shifted to the task at hand. Namely, now that her thumbs have dipped into her flanks so that they were snagged on the tights, as to where she was going to take it from that position. How exactly does one… strip sexily?

“Wanna get undressed too?” Amiya managed to squeak out through a throat she hadn't noticed had gotten tense. A tad sneaky, but if Rosmontis wanted to use her as reference for the sake of ‘better performance’, then reciprocating with the same intent should have been fine as well.

The girl blinked at the suggestion as her eyes had been otherwise glued to where the action was to be taking place. Her head had tilted slightly in a moment of wondering about the reason of such a request, but complied right away regardless as, she guessed, the cautus wanted some ‘material’ to aid with what she will be doing.

And it wasn’t too hard an ask for her simple one-piece (without sleeves especially) so she’d just lifted it over her own head in a much easier fashion by merely pulling it up from the fabric which laid on her shoulders.

In doing so, however, it revealed to Amiya that she hadn’t had her bra on either. Save for her socks, she was completely nude.

The feline saw a good number of expressions flit across her love’s face, more than what she could reasonably recount, but she was able to identify the two opposing sentiments that underlied the medley: Mortification and… well, she would identify the other as 'Arousal’, but Amiya might not be so keen to call that as being her exact response. Maybe something like ‘Adoration’ was more flattering?

“R-ros,” she finally brought herself to say, then took another brief swallow before leaving off her perch to put both hands upon those now bare shoulders, “don’t go out so… underdressed next time, alright? It’d be indecent if anyone else saw you.”

Was this a scolding? The words uttered gave it the shape of such, yet the lack of convicion made it ring a little hollow.

“Mmh.” Rosmontis replied with both a curt sound and nod, but that wasn’t all for what she had to her response. “I’ll be sure this is a sight only for you to see.”

She wasn’t able to see Amiya’s next expression as the cautus near instantaneously threw herself into a hug as an attempt to hide her faltering attempt at stopping a goofy smile from forming across her face. At least, so hinted by that thunderous throb felt as the two were once more squeezed together even closer than before.

Composure returned not too long after so that she could show a face with a more dignified expression (or as dignified as one can look while sporting a still smoldering blush) and get things back on track.

“How can you be so cute?”

Okay, maybe just a biiit more to sidebar. But that really was to be the last of it—just a little rhetorical release to the last lingering vestiges for her overload of cuteness.

“Aren’t you the one being cuter here?”

A genuine counter-question was not something Amiya was expecting (though perhaps she should have), yet her mind considerded how to answer for it regardless. Although, as her thoughts on it were incorporating more and more the context of her recent reactions… she could claim it instead as a tie at least, right?

But something about such a verdict dissatisfied her (or maybe she subconsciously knew who was the one currently cuter in this scenario), because, for Amiya, Rosmontis should be the cutest there is. Yet if that statement held true and her girlfriend was already being as adorable as she already could be, then there’d be no reason to contend with such a fixed point.

Meaning the only recourse left was… if she herself was being less cute. And while the first thing would be to make sure her composure doesn’t break, another idea managed to also circled back to what promted this sudden tangent in the first place.

She had to be something else instead. And that started with a preemptive apology to the tights her fingers were grasped upon once more.

*Riiiiiiiiip*

In a single swoop, the fabric that had been mared by a measly tear was now very nearly cleaved completely in twain along the vertical seam.

While what it revealed was her plain and practical panties (worn because she was in work mode before being so abruptly absconded with), the hope was that adding such flourish in the opening presentation thereof would enhance the intended property.

And from the sudden surge of excitement that welled within the feline, that plan seemed to pan out.

But the show caught on a bit of a snag in the literal sense before it could continue on. Though the front half had torn right up to the part banding her waist, the back had remained intact. With hands still holding the two freshly separated sections, she made a slight shift to where the rest that remained in contact with her rear before parking her butt back onto the bed.

As she’d made sure it wasn’t going to be sat upon, she was free to, in essence, flaunt once more her undergarments in a much more daring angle. Her upper body reclined as counterbalance so that she could lift her legs to really present that part of herself to the feline as she peeled back the rest of the tights up to her calves, then thankfully being flexible enough—though just barely—to execute the rest of the doffing maneuver in one smooth and controlled motion.

With the act complete (and ruined apparel segregated pointedly aside to the designated pile) Amiya sat herself back up so that she may take in the reaction from her audience of one. And the first thing she could identify definitively was that her girlfriend hadn't been leaned-in so intently when last seen, hands now on the floor to serve as the foundation for arms that had become load-bearing supports to the amassing anticipation that’d been focused upon her crotch. Now that is cute.

“Oh.”

Amidst the cautus’ internal celebration that her idea turned out as intended, that little sound quickly drew her attention. Well, not just the sound, but rather a shift that coincided with it. The earlier anticiption had suddenly transformed into… intrigue? Though, the eyes of the feline remained transfixed to the same spot as before, so what had prompted the change?

The answer, of course, centered on where the point of interest was. And from there, it wasn’t hard at all to narrow down what exactly it was that’d drawn such attention.

Amiya’s blush returned in full force.

It wasn’t that she had anything against what is just normal physiological reaction. Neither was she some prude who thought that it’d been something to be ashamed of—on the contrary, from Rosmontis’, she’d felt a sense of flattery for—but the timing of it was what’d been so unfortunately inopportune. That (even if only as an interpretation that held true in her own head) insinuation it’d been borne not from yearning desire but out of… well, exhibitionism.

So she’d shimmied out of her underwear with much less of her previously shown grace, even inadvertently stretching them out in the haste of it.

Of course that also meant she was left completely bare-bottomed, but that would have been the state she’d end up in anyway so she wasn’t too conscious of it. At least from there she used the momentum of getting back on track to run through the rest of the motions for completing the rest of her preparations.

Though, it wasn’t just to be the example at the end that Rosmontis was planning to take note of, the process leading up to it too had caught her interest to both see and speculate upon.

The napkin, for instance, hadn’t been set aside just for proper laundry segregation practices, but rather was there to serve as a roosting place to those now naked (and also now lubricating) nethers.

…She wouldn’t have minded if Amiya were to soak her sheets, but such a proposal would quickly cave beneath the self-evident practicality to the current set-up.

Aside from that, Rosmontis saw the usage for the other box that’d been brought out. She didn’t quite fully understand what she saw at first, however.

Though, calling it as just a box may draw the wrong mental image, however. Perhaps, instead, it was closer to being a carton—the small kind that would be the container for equally small consumables like medicines or other minus-sized medical supplies. This she considered more apt a description as the cautus took from it three little circular… somethings.

White, but not completely white. Maybe closer to the colour of cream with its slightest tinge of yellow. They all were also really small, the diameter just barely reaching past that of a finger’s. But most peculiar was its shape, whose closest comparison that came to mind was like a red blood cell: Thicker around the circumference and concaved in the middle, yet here the proportions were wildly unbalanced to leave the center more a thin membrane with the rest of the mass distributed to the outer edge creating a ring.

This focus on the immediately identifiable was to see if it would have allowed her to guess in restrospect at the material of the mystery item. Because the answer to that had been given when Amiya balanced one on top of the tip of her de-ringed middle finger before her still-ringed other hand forced it to stretch over the entire length of the digit, somehow without breaking. Such stretchiness suggested that it was made out of some kind of rubber.

With that in mind, she was able to better observe the kinematics of the action when another was poised over the pointer finger. An amendment could be made to the initial impression in that it wasn’t fully because of elastic ability that’d been responsible for the earlier coverage. Rather, there was an element of mechanical design at play, the thickness of the circumference was due to it serving to be a store of surface area via being rolled-up also readily able to be unfurled. It seemed about as easy as sliding on a sock.

While all that was intreres… actually, it wasn’t really any interesting at all (inherent novelty aside), and Rosmontis felt impatience almost compel her ask a question for why it was part of cautus’ preparations in the first place.

But what words were poised to be put out into the world had vanished in an instant when Amiya, by a simple motion of her leg, parted her pressed-together thighs to bear out a full view her private parts. And from there she began with something quite familiar.

The two sleeved digits traced lines parallel to her slit, up and down repeatedly. Starting steadily, but after a while was readily incorporating some deviations in speed and an occasional differing with which parts of her fingers she was giving focus for applying pressure with—sometimes the nodes of a knuckle, sometimes the flat of a phalanges, or sometimes the curvature of her keratin.

Perhaps the only thing that Rosmontis couldn’t verify as being completely alike was with the face (she’d had her eyes closed all that time, after all), and yet that too felt like it come to match all the same. Eyes shut and focused on the incoming sensations, her expressions had mapped to the same medley of vocalisations that had been composed of the little gasps, pants, and moans just as how they were elicited prior.

She… really shouldn’t have let herself doubt Amiya. Amiya would never lie to her.

Yet it had been one doubt—a doubt for a matter of great importance—that had been the impetus putting into motion all of today’s events. And if it was by muscle memory that she was able to pleasure the cautus in the way she liked it, such wouldn’t be contradictory to the notion either.

Quite the antinomy. While there was a swift resolution that could be had for it if she were to ask only a single question, that option would be hard for her to take due to what it implies.

Thus, for now, she decided that would continue to observe. And at least she was able to pick-up one thing that differed from her own methods: The thumb had also been given its own encasing not just for cosmetic effect.

From what could be initially seen, she thought that it was merely being used as a sort of anchor point there resting near summit of the mound, only being incidentally moved from the motions of the other two fingers at work. Yet now it was clear that it had its own little task assigned, to nudge at what lay beneath it.

On the opposite end (from the thumb) Rosmontis had seen occassional beads of secretions get expelled only to be plannedly soaked-up by the pre-placed napkin. At least that was how it was in the beginning, but it seemed to almost flow freely now with the wet spot it all had been accumulating on encroaching outwards. A long ways to go before reaching the fabric’s end.

Of course, that was assuming things had remained as they were, which wasn’t how this particular biological function is supposed to progress. And Amiya only started slow because that was the natural rhythm of these things, yet she wasn’t looking to extend this out for any longer as her purpose was to show that it really was the same to satisfy her—and a concluding on what ‘ends’ all the effort was building towards would really be the only thing left to learn from.

So she’d sped-up before long. She wasn’t unfamiliar to using her own fingers, though usually only done when she was in the very rare mood for it. Even in this instance it wasn’t the case (she’d much rather her girlfriend be the one doing the touching, of course) but sufficient motivation was easily drawn from the promise of something better waiting once she was done with this.

That did mean it wasn’t going to be especially gratifying, but it didn’t need to. The focus was on trying to reach that hazily intuited minimum threshold. So just a bit more and…

Except, a surprise came when she registered a hand on the back of her head (minding the tie of her hair) which brought her face just that bit more forward, and then a wish had been granted so much sooner than expected.

As such, Amiya had any sense of process completely crumble away in order to make space for receiving that swelling warmth. Although, even then it didn’t seem to be enough as she feel it leak out to make itself manifest onto the world—attempts to communicate back even a fraction of her sated longing through an impassioned moan, the beating of her heart that tried to echo how she felt Terra turn beneath them, or the flood of love which filled every fibre of her being which overflowed through her… uh, parts that didn’t need any further mention.

And then it was over before she even knew it. The next thing her proprioception told her was that she’d become supine on the bed, the sound of her own panting through lips no longer locked with her love’s. Though, it seems that during those throes of passion did her free hand move to meet the quota of contact by filling its grasp with the feline’s breast—where she could feel a heart that closely thundered with the same excitement as hers.

But no more obvious an indicator that things had ‘finished’ than what could be felt on her other hand. Her heaving chest transferring movement on that limb which, even if just a gentle bobbing, was still motion that would affect any other objects attached.

Namely: Her own bodily excretions.

There wasn’t any dripping, or at least not currently. But she could feel a droplet of wetness that seemed to yearn to actually fall as the subtle ups-and-downs of her hand nudged (but never quite giving enough force) to help it break free from its adhesion to the finger tip it had accumulated on.

One might wonder how Amiya would able to discern all that if her two fingers had been specifically fitted with protectives for such purpose. And, indeed, her index and middle had both remained unsoaked, yet these observations had come from what she felt on her ring and pinky. But if that were the state for the fingers not in the… ‘direct line of fire’, then she already felt mortified to see the collateral for the rest of the mess she made.

So she decided to distract herself. With a bit of teasing in an attempt at displacing those feelings.

“Couldn’t stand to just watch?”

Eyes now opened to meet with Rosmontis’, Amiya saw some subtle features of the girl’s face scrunch with some displeasure (superficially, and mostly towards herself) at that being pointed-out. Yet she hadn’t completely gone against her word. “Only for down there. You can tell me if you think I have more to still learn with kissing.”

If anyone would call Rosmontis ‘simple’ they would (well, first they’d get a stern talking to from Amiya) describe her in much the same way one could call a sword as simple: she can cut straight to the point in such a superbly smooth fashion.

So it was no shame to Amiya that the response she could give was to lean forward and press herself once more upon those lips. It wasn’t a particularly deep or passionate one, just to communicate the ceading to that point.

…Also, kisses were exactly what she’d wanted whenever she was to ride out her climax.

Though, on Rosmontis’ end, she didn’t know know that—she’d just initiated it out of instinct. Which, once again, was a point in favour for an ugly possibility. Yet still there was something that wasn’t to what had been her expectations.

“You didn’t put a finger in?”

Do blood vessels ever tire? Was there any risk of them bursting when over-taxed from repeated dialation? Amiya knew the answer, yet this was her only immediate means available to her mind for blunting the bluntness. “I like it better on the outside.”

“Mhm.”

A sound of understanding, yet tinged with intent on further contemplation to be had on the topic. The feline brought up her hand to inspect the digits that, assumedly, had recent experience with what her question pertained to, wondering if there were more subtleties which made it so that she’d done it wrong.

And it was there the cautus had immediately caught onto one potential problem.

“Wait. Ros, you haven’t cut your nails in a while?”

Just barely more a question than a statement, Amiya moved her hand to line-up with her love’s. Peaking out was the free edge which had grown past to maybe about a fifth the size of its nail plate. And from knowing that they don’t grow in particularly fast, that would place it at… maybe three weeks?

“Well, you don’t need to have them freshly trimmed, but this much might already be a bit uncomfortable. You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

Though it was just minor musings, Rosmontis’ eyes went wide at that. The cause not being from some sudden epiphany that those nails had been too long for her own self-comfort, but more in self-horrification at the extrapolated possibility of how close she’d come to hurting Amiya had she gone even further. If she was ill-confident with using her fingers before, then now she was utterly unwilling.

“A-ah, it’s okay Ros!” The cautus sensed it too (well, she’d actually seen the shock in the feline’s eyes first, then it wasn’t hard to connect the cause and see the issue from there) and immediately gave comfort with some soothing strokes applied to her head. “Really! In fact, being a bit rough can feel kinda g-good too…”

Though it might seem mostly because Amiya had soundly ‘self-destructed’ towards the end there and couldn’t continue conveying the counterpoint, it was actually more the principle of the matter that Rosmontis remained unmoved on.

Well, maybe ‘unmoved’ wasn’t quite the right word as Rosmontis had retreated herself off from hanging above the cautus. And, not allowing any earlier embarrassment to persist in deterring her, Amiya sat up so that she could continue her convincing whilst speaking eye-to-eye with the feline.

Yet her gaze had been refused to be met, the sights of the one she wished to communicate with continuing to remain downcast.

…Or so it had seemed. As Rosmontis then tucked her draping hair behind her, a motion that’s usually seen when the girl would sit down for a meal. Which, in current context, was a little too apropos seeing as her head had lowered to meet with a specific target.

There was a dull ‘clap’ that resounded through the room as femoral adipose made contact with facial adipose.

Since the mouth that would have asked was in a slightly too-awkward spot to speak clearly due to its cheeks being pushed up by her thighs, the pair of beautiful green eyes that looked up at her were the ones to instead carry the question wordlessly within them.

“Ros, I haven’t bathed yet.” She was also still a good deal sensitive, but that part didn’t need saying.

The feline took a moment to consider, looked down for a second assessment (along with a sniff that tried to be subtle but had not gone unnoticed), then locked gazes once more with redoubled conviction. How can she even manage to keep such a child-like countenance whilst having been caught so imminent to initiating cunnilingus?

But there was no dissuading her desire to carry out the act. She wanted to be able to give pleasure to her love, yet had found her very fingers to be such frightening implements. So the only tool left to her was one that she’s at least had the efficacy validated for: her mouth.

And Amiya figured as much too. But that didn’t mean they had to sacrifice their sense of hygiene for it, even if sensitivity to such things are supressed during sexual activity.

“You can go down there as much as you want once I’ve at least washed up, alright?”

It was only at that that Rosmontis finally relented, her head lifting itself from the flesh that sought to impeed it. She also retreated off the bed entirely, but that was because she extended a hand to aid with the same action.

Amiya smiled and moved a hand to accept it… until she remembered those two fingers were still wrapped in white. She took a moment to take those off—as well as the rings on her opposite hand and the supressor around her neck, while she was at it—and then she helped herself up with the offered assistance.

It was a short (and breezy) walk to the bathroom, but rather than being allowed to conduct her business there alone, the feline had also followed her through the threshold.

If that decision had been borne from impatience, it was at least the productive sort. For while Amiya decided to also make a momentary detour to use the toilet, Rosmontis didn’t let a moment waste by fetching a second towel and drawing the bath, even disappearing behind the tub’s curtain to check the temperature herself.

The cautus’ ear twitched at the sound of the faucet running, making her mouth open for just a moment to say that she was planning to only take a shower instead. Buuut the prospects of a nice soak was hard to say no to—particularly when so earnestly prepared for by her girlfriend who was also looking likely to partake. And so when she finally left the loo, she merely followed the path shaped by the billows of steam which encroached in a way almost as if to beckon her forward.

The curtain was swung fully open with light clatter to reveal a feline partially submerged by a water level which neared halfway up the recepticle’s sides, eyes (though closed) showing signs of slight discomfort. It was a little hot for her, yet she’d known that this was the temperature the cautus liked it at.

Amiya left the tap to go for just a little longer before stopping it. Because if she estimated it correctly…

Thermoception was the first to tell her that she was at risk of scalding should her foot continue its delve towards the bathtub’s bottom, but experience assured that it was just because of the contrast created by the colder bathroom tiles. Soon it was a soothing warmth that had been the registered sensation being suffused through her, urging the rest to enter.

And while her other foot had touched down undeterred, she had to be a bit more thoughtful for how the other parts of her body would enter the water. The shortest route would have been to just let herself sink in right there by the tap, but that would mean she’d be opposite to the one who was in there first. And that just wouldn’t do.

So instead she had to lean, one hand on the bottom and the other on the tub’s rim, laying herself down to dip below the water’s surface. And she needed to do so gently too as the volume displaced by her body was almost enough to make the bath run over completely.

But that also meant the water was at just the perfect level once settled. Reclined and relaxed, the only parts exposed to air was everything from the neck up. And that ideality had also held true for her bathfellow, the feline looking much more comfortable now that the cautus had laid by her side. Being an additional sink of heat that lowered the mean temperature didn’t hurt either.

“Ah. Ros, your hair.”

She had also used the interim on the toilet to bun up her own hair, but now it was silver strands which slid across the water’s surface with what seemed like almost purposeful intent to tickle at her neck.

“Oh.” The feline’s two hands briefly emerged to gather up every errant follicle in two fistfuls so as to tuck them over her chest. “This better?”

She looked a bit silly, truth be told, but more than that…

Amiya brought her own hand out to brush away the locks that clung to hide those cheeks, taking that moment to steal a quick peck (and also give as an apology for the earlier thigh smack they had to experience) at the revealed skin. “Let’s just make sure to dry it properly after, okay?”

Rosmontis nodded and released the hold on her hair. Then she made a quick dive to fully soak herself, the water hopefully keeping it in check through weight and adhesion. Which worked well enough, but more importantly it freed up her fingers so that they could entwine together with the cautus’. Relaxing in a hot bath with your lover… Was this, perhaps, the zenith of fulfillment?

But as much as either of them would wish for the moment to remain, the world continues through its progress forward heedless of their wants. Thermodynamics in particular providing the description about how, after minutes of basking, the heat hadn’t quite kept to the same intensity that they were initially exposed to. While still pleasantly warm, but hadn’t carried quite the same ‘bite’ which sank through skin and seemed to target the soreness that stowed itself inside weary muscle.

Amiya took a looong overhead stretch. It was nice while it lasted, but it was probably best for them to leave the tub lest they turn into prunes.

Water sloshed as the rest of her upper body righted. Even with some heat still convecting near the water’s surface, it hadn’t spared her from the contast of cold in the space a bit further above it. Although, that in turn also highlighted the soft source of warmth that pressed onto her back which moved to drape over her shoulders.

“Are you done washing up?”

The breath that carried the question was somehow hotter than her own ear. Or at least had been, if only in that instance, for she felt her own blood shoot up to burn incandescently from the implication it conveyed.

She could have said that their dip wasn’t a proper washing yet, but taking a surprise attack like that hadn’t been what she was prepared for. And so crept in the counterpoint that Rosmontis has shown some proper patience to the deal she herself had offered. Thus… a reward wouldn’t be unreasonable.

“Just about,” she whispered back, then glided her lips to plant a line of kisses over what little they could reach of the arm crossed on her clavicle. She felt a shiver spread from the body that mantled her back, which only intensified when she gave a lick too. Tasted like not really anything at all, which made her more comfortable for what was to come. “But you’ll need to let go for me to fully finish up.”

The girl pressed upon her dorsal complied and slunk back into the water with a light sploosh. There was that faint hint of excitement which only intensified as she got into position.

Luckily, the corner of the tub was in such a shape that she could rest her bum on, but was rather on the ‘small’ side as it could only support for about only a third of herself. Though, that wasn’t too big an issue as she could also prop her leg along the opposite edge in order to brace herself while her other foot found some stability by laying flat on the floor. A little wiggle told her that it was still slightly precarious, but at least provided a good berth for ease of access.

…Although, after running other potential configurations through her head, getting down on all fours and letting the feline have her way from there would be the greatest stability-to-accessibility ratio. But that was a bit too bold for her.

Regardless, Rosmontis took that as the cue to make her approach. And while she’d seen Amiya’s down there already, the angle she was at now made it look more… open, like a flower blooming with what drops of water (and one of not-water) that still clung to it glistening like morning dew. And while she considers every part of cautus to be beautiful, this colour found deepest within did unsettle her.

She was no stranger to seeing viscera, but mostly from her enemies. With Amiya it felt… wrong. The anxiety of earlier was back in full force as it’d felt like she was looking at an outcome she so feared—that she’d reduced her love to just the flesh that laid before her.

But before she could flinch away at her own horror, hands had come to hold her in place and confront it. And it wasn’t to be some lonesome stand as a familiar presence had pressed themselves onto the top of her head, followed by a firmly stated decisiveness which gave clarity that cut through confusion like an arts-formed blade does through enemy armor.

“I’m not afraid of you, Rosmontis, and you shouldn’t be afraid of yourself either.”

Circular as it sounds, that simple affirmation helped put things in their place. She wasn’t going to let that trust be misplaced, so she started with a long vertical lick from bottom to top. And the sensation she registered was not of taste but of texture.

It wasn’t… wrinkly. Wrinkly would be what she felt from her own toes as they curled in tandem to the action. Softer and squishier than what the shape suggested, it reminded Rosmontis of something closer to a pair of lips.

…Well, that was one hands-on (tongue-on?) way of understanding etymological origins of anatomical nomenclature. But it also made how she planned to proceed much simpler—to do so below the same as how she did above.

Theory, however, was not practice and attempting a kiss was a much different experience than expected. There was no cooperation to be had between the two pairs to explore each other’s every surface, with some parts probed even feeling like their twitches were in an attempt to retreat ever so slightly deeper within under her touch.

But that wasn’t to say it hadn’t been effective methodology. When her lips puckered together to press into that inner pink before moving apart to smear and suck, it produced a delighted gasps and shivers in the one these had been administered to.

She’d also learned from the cautus’ earlier example, letting the tips of her front teeth glide across that which crowned the rest of the anatomical structure like a jewel. That one earned a tremble in those thighs—almost seemed to threaten their trigger to entrap her once more. Though, this imagined instance was more to prevent her from leaving than to bar her from advancing.

And if that wasn’t enough, her tongue too was more than capable to plumb through what nook or cranny couldn’t be covered with her kisses. This was the option she took most personal delight in due to how she could savor the subtle structure of each new bump and groove she could find. Likewise it was during this that the cautus’ fingers started to run themselves through her hair, as though mirroring experientially the feeling of being explored.

So she proceeded to rotate through that potent repertoire to produce a sweet symphony of reactions.

However, as the minutes went on, Rosmontis realised (albeit belatedly) that she’d been relegated more to the role of being just the ensemble at some point. Each of the instruments were still played by her to the best of her proficiency, but the flow and pace had done away with being based on whim or decided by guesswork.

She was instead being conducted by Amiya. Either directed by the digits that seemed to speak on how to bring out the nuances of her performance for greater satisfaction, or with body language broadly serving as the baton that she followed the tune of.

Though, she’d only noticed this because of the significant shift in instruction. She was now being pressed further forward to be as close to the cautus’ core as she could, with those breaths heaved in such frantic pace making her want to match it in equal fervour. A crescendo.

Another thing she became aware of was how her pool of techniques had also expanded. Her lips finally found purchase with the outer part of their opposite, allowing her kisses substantial contact to trace that more defined shape. She also became emboldened enough to nibble at the nub—even giving it loving licks while held within—which she was previously treating like it had been such fragile flesh.

But perhaps most unexpected was what else she managed to do with her tongue.

With her next kiss she pressed herself in as deep as she could, her lips parting with intent to pry wide those littlest petals. All so that her tongue could make its way into that opening with minimal obstruction.

It was… a strange sensation, reminding Rosmontis of a deep kiss she would share with the cautus, except there was no tongue to dance around with hers. Yet that absence in particular hadn’t meant a lack of presence overall, the structure’s walls squishing down on the entirety of her intruding length.

Which, too, had been uncanny. A texture that also brought to mind a mouth (once more reinforcing the naming decision for the preceeding anatomical structure), except it was enveloping her much tighter than what the said original orfice could manage. Not unpleasant, but gave some semblance of… compunction to her carnal intent of pushing herself even further along inside.

And, unintentionally, given the current preoccupancy of her own mouth and the angle that such a position left her at, it meant that every breath raggedly cycled through her nose had the exhale buffet at the cautus’ clitoris. It was all too much for Amiya.

Actually, she should have already been past her limit a while back. But unlike on the bed, she endured to remain in that excitatory period in order to experince a while longer the full efforts behind those loving actions being done by her beloved. So she’d made a little mental levee meant to serve as only a momentarily buffer, forestalling the feelings from climbing to their peak before being eventually (and expectedly) overcome and eroded as to allow the rest of the reservoir to empty out.

Except, as established, surprise attacks were unfair. The feline had found the weakness in… or rather, was the weakness of her fortifications. This time, instead of being a sudden addition to push her past the threshold, that action had created a new channel to serve as the outlet those feelings to flow through. Which swept up any throughts to try and contain it as those waves passed through her whole body.

The responsibility fell instead to Rosmontis, who’d been at the ready to receive all of it. The force that intensified into a vice around her already clinched tongue, the metaphor of fluid building-up turned tangible torrent that fed into her mouth, and perhaps the thing she needed to be most prepared for was to catch the cautus herself.

While Amiya still had the wherewithal to keep herself from literally kicking out the supports she setup with her feet (though the tub floor did fricatively judder as her sole pushed and slid over it) as many more parts of her body sought to spasm as ecstasy overtook them, the one part she didn’t expect to directly lead into her fall was the locus of where all that pleasure originated from.

Or perhaps because it was there that her hips couldn’t help but buck forward. The three-point arrangement of her gluteus maximus and two feet had the former swapped with her shoulders as the point of contact when her back arched to accommodate her crotch’s movement. And while it seemed to hold stable right after forming, her frame had only been held together by tension wedging her to the corner. That meant the moment any core muscle started to relax, she would experienced a much more literaly come down.

The shock of the drop had come and gone so fast that she wasn’t even able to yelp. Because it had been near instantly supplanted by pleasant surprise as she felt two strong arms of asssurance form the catching arch of where she’d landed. Her bum had nestled itself by the crook and the rest of the length supported her lower back.

But it wasn’t quite the same for her shoulders. She had reflexively tried to re-establish stability by painfully jolting them back towards their previous position, but such would have been unlikely to have done anything effective. She was already under downward momentum (thus in dynamic conditions and not a static one) with the walls of the corner also slickened by the steam condensing on them.

Still, that was better an outcome than if her fall had continued to its completion, so there was really only one thing she could say to that: “Thanks, Ros.”

The reply that came was both typical and caught her off-guard. It was just a quick grunt of acknowlegement as there wasn’t much more that could be said afterwards. But because the feline’s tongue was still burried within herself—something that shouldn’t have been a surprise because her hands were still secured on her girlfriend’s head—the response composed of vibrations had transferred with greater efficiency into that whole area.

It wasn’t enough to send her once more over the edge, but she would like to have come aware for it herself rather than get such an intimate reminder. Still, with all the ‘excitement’ having already been accomplished, decoupling should probably be their next course of action.

Except, it was then that she would recall her stipulating the words ‘as much as you want’ for her earlier offer.

The cautus felt her breath get stolen by the feline once again moving with intent to get even a singular measure of distance deeper into her body. Rosmontis had only halted due to the immediate danger and, now that she was sure her love was safe and also much more secure, she could continue on without interruption.

“W-wait! Ros, I just—” Amiya tried to say, but she’d interrupted her own message with a gasp as the tongue moved to follow the canal’s natural shape upwards. Meaning that intruding protrusion was grinding along her roof, happening upon the most sensitive spot of that space.

This wasn’t good.

A thought that rung repeatedly through her head. Which became particularly resounding so when, as the full length had finally been laid inside, that achievement hadn’t been enough and so breadth became the new objective instead of depth.

It should be said that she hadn’t held such a negative-sounding sentiment because of the way her body was no longer listening to her—albeit, that had been a related reason. Her insides which involuntarily twitched to clench and relax in tandem with the advances and retreats of that squirming invasive muscle to maximise contact. Those hands that could have simply extricated herself away from the ‘problem’, yet unable to do so by their own volition. Those were par for their usual course of coitus.

No, what she marked as so undesirable by that mantra was something simpler: How she wasn’t able to stop herself from finishing so soon. The bit of breathing room she usually affords herself to make the moment last longer had no time to be established as Rosmontis went straight on the offensive. And combined with her current increased sensitivity, it was all too easy to lose herself in those sensations—to so naturally wrap every able part of herself that she could coil around her lover and never let go.

…Although, that feeling had quickly ended up quite fleeting as the feline was already looking to bring upon her fourth climax of the day. The words that she’d already used to describe the situation remained the same, yet differed now in their reasons (several of them) for being. With the most apparent that she could sense for being the cause of all the other concerns.

Namely: Rosmontis’ own ‘needs’.

While the girl had been experiencing gratification from what she was doing, it wasn’t to the extent that it left her feeling fully satisfied. Worse still, it was also at that specific level where it was just enough to only leave her wanting for more; meaning this entire endeavour would only further increase her sexual frustrations than provide a proper outlet.

Though perhaps that was the point. Her intent had been to service her lover, so she paid no heed to the wants of her own body. Yet that also made her unaware of how, even if unconsciously, she was still influenced by those basal urges. How her actions had been tinged with a light touch of franticness to squeeze out satisfaction vicariously.

Yet in continuing with her current methodology, she may never be able to actually reach it. A vicious cycle which meant that this would only end if one of them gave out—an unideal resolution for either outcome.

And despite being cognisant of that, Amiya still couldn’t bring herself to directly interfere. At least, not for any actions that would risk redeveloping those doubts that were being worked on to be dispelled. She didn’t want to push the feline away from all that accomplishment.

But she did manage to figure something out. A simple plan to cool down that passion which was running wild: She reached over and nudged the shower’s knob, dialing it to cold, and then braced for the cascade of consequences that followed.

The hiss of the showerhead as it sprung to its function, the spray that stung in a single moment of contrast against her skin, the actual hiss of discomfort from the one unprepared for the sudden pelting, the drop into warmer (relatively) waters as the one propping her up escaped to the opposite side of the tub.

And, as what she was least looking forward to facing, the expression of betrayal on Rosmontis for being the one responsible for that sudden douche. A sight almost too heartbreaking to behold, sending a nasty chill through her even colder than what continued to spout overhead.

Of course, Ros wouldn’t ever come to hate her. But that was all the more a reason to never have those boundaries be tested. So she chose her words carefully as she once more cut-off the flow filling into the bath.

“Ros, it’s not fair that you have all the fun.” She said as she slowly slinked closer. To validate the feline’s efforts, to let her take the initiative, and, most importantly… “I want to touch you too.” To be the truth of what she wanted to do.

While the cautus wouldn’t deny that she’d enjoyed getting serviced, it was equally true that she couldn’t just sit there and let her girlfriend’s growing desires go on unsatisfied. And such honesty was quite effective on Rosmontis, who offered only silent understanding to show across her face as Amiya’s drifted even closer for a kiss. Just a single simple one (if somewhat prolonged) to make-up for the two times missed due to simple anatomical logistics.

Of course, this wasn’t the extent of what she meant when she declared ‘I want to touch you’. She was intent for something much more intimate, yet this wasn’t the proper place. At least, not especially now that the thermal balance of the bathwater had been tipped decidedly from lukewarm into cold. Which, tactically, she’d made use of too.

Breaking away for breath, she’s sure Rosmontis also felt how uncomfortable the current temperature was. So Amiya stood up instead of continuing their kiss and wasn’t at all surprised when that lead was followed, moving on to them going through their usual post-bath routine. Dry off their bodies and dry off their hair—the both of them, Amiya’s had gotten soaked during the ploy she’d employed—apply some skincare.

Although, when Rosmontis had prepared the towels, pointedly absent were any change of clothes for either of them. Which made sense, but still… Well, at least what linens they had sufficed to give them some modesty as they walked their way back to the bed.

Though, given all they’ve done with each other, was there really any point in covering-up?

Actually, there indeed was. The feline had also learned from the cautus’ much earlier example and unfurled the towel as she laid herself supine atop it and the the bed’s covers, flaunting her form.

Amiya needed a moment so as to not drop her own towel and accept the invitation right there on the spot. It was her turn to service her lover, yes, but straight to sex was not her style.

So it was with great restraint that she sat herself down to the left side of such a devious display and undid her towel as well, then measuredly leaning in to begin with a kiss. And though she started with such a soft opening act, it was a bit of subterfuge for her right hand to make the much more aggressive move of occupying itself with the feline’s breast very soon after.

The shape was defined, but not as well filled-out. Pectoral muscle beneath made up the majority of the textural sensation, yet stood-out was a singular point of contact by the palmar side from her knuckles had pushed back against the pressure being applied. Not in any semblance of resistance, but as its call for want of more attention.

And so it was obliged. That hardened nub was guided between the groove of her middle and ring fingers before being teased with a little tweak upon reaching the tips, causing the girl’s body to similarly twist in a twitch towards her. She continued to play around along that mound, massaging it, making dragging passes through the tangent of the areola, and, most sparingly, tip-to-tip contact between her fingers and the nipple. The other breast was also given much the same treatment during an occassional switch-up.

But she wasn’t to linger on just that part of her love for long. Any more would be no different from the frustration building she sought to avert in the first place. Putting any personal enjoyment aside, her goal was to give gratification and this had only been the set-up. Where she would enact the payoff was located much lower.

And here Amiya realised that the feline had actually succeeded to some degree with the attempt at tempting her. Because she’d skipped over one last step of preparation she had meant to do before beginning.

The box that was still opened atop where it’d last been left: the bedside table. She’d retrieved three more pieces from its contents and it was same standard procedure to fit over her fingers.

…Or at least would have, had Rosmontis not rose from her ready-for-lovemaking position to see what could possibly waylay the cautus. And she was decidedly unpleased with what she saw, catching the hand that had just had the second finished being equipped.

“Amiya… I thought you wanted to touch me.”

She intoned with an almost whine that it made for a bit of uncertainty with what the following response was.

“And I… do?”

Rosmontis didn’t elaborate verbally. She brought the hand she got ahold of closer to her face—the encased digits right to her mouth—and her teeth managed to make purchase on the part of the protective that remained rolled-up at the base of the finger. The message then became quite clear when, with a tilt of that silvery head, the sleeve was slipped-off and so Amiya followed-suit to remove the other by her own volition.

Happy that they’d reached an understanding with that wordless reply, she reclined back onto the bed.

And the cautus too had also re-assumed her previous position. Though with the deviation that they currently weren’t locking lips, her hand had nonetheless continued along its same original course. From breast to belly, the direction her fingers were faced also shifted from cranial to caudal, completing the turn right as she reached the incline to the pubic mound.

She pressed onward, making her way through the thin whisps of public hair briefly greeting her with the familliarity before being brushed past to reach the summit. Yet she didn’t move forward from that spot.

That’s because, during all that time, Amiya had been taking careful observation. Her decision to not continue kissing was so that she could see what the feline’s face would do when free from osculatory obligations, and what she saw was an intense and expectant gaze whose focus was transfixed on the hand making its journey towards the girl’s own genitals. That same hand too had been taking measurements masked within its motions, feeling the warmth and tension build under her touch (and admittedly also savouring such sensations all the while) to reach what could be called a breaking point by where she’d stopped.

In conclusion: Her lover was more than ready to receive whatever was in store for her, but—

“Ros, relax.”

—perhaps too much so. Such overeagerness made it so that her insides were now wound taut, to the point that they could be played like a violin. And strings were meant to be played under her other hand, as this had been her bowing one.

…ahem, wordplay with the term catgut aside, that tightness did give Amiya genuine pause about penetrating her partner. Those very fingers had already snatched away something very precious from that place so long ago (just as had been done onto her by the feline), and so she knew what possible pains continuing on under the current circumstance could cause.

Yet it seemed that her suggestion had not been heard at all, but she had another option that she could use in a situation like this. She shifted her body up and brought her left breast right up to Rosmontis’ face while also placing a free hand on the occipital of her head. It almost seemed like an automatic subconscious response with how readily the position poised the girl to start suckling on the teat presented.

But the more important part it played for Amiya’s purposes was of how well it served to split attention. She felt how the presentation of something to occupy itself with for one set of lips lead to less being exerted on the other.

Not fully, mind, but enough to give confidence in letting her fingers slide down to politely ‘knock’ (and a little less politely for her thumb to ‘ring the doorbell’) in a steady rhythm upon the slickened entrance as a courtesy in her request for entry.

Permission was implied when the maw already working to fruitlessly milk her mammary moved to mouth even more mass into itself—wanting to feel herself be even further filled with her lover—and so Amiya obliged by letting her middle and ring fingers slip inside.

And even against the muscles that were intent to induct her even further within their folds and an anticipated buck of the hips, she maintained her methodology of only slowly and surely make her way further within. It perhaps seemed overlycautious to have been worried with how readily welcomed her digits were, but Amiya would not take any chances.

Which was also the reason why she let herself sink in only up to the second knuckle. Her fingers were fairly long, a boon for her ability to play the violin, but that length wasn’t required at the current venture as she’d already reached right where she needed to be.

That being said, she did still borrow from the technique better-practiced by her other hand: measured movements of extension and retraction, reaching what would have been differing positions to play a chord. And as with the motion needed to make those notes, she applied pressure in the direction towards her palm—meaning very pointedly pressed against the roof of Rosmontis’ vagina.

It should also be mentioned that the other reason why Amiya took her time with all that build-up was because the feline tends to finish fast when subjected to the finesse of her fingers. And even if she wanted to take it slow in this instance, she already knew from all the anticipation that’d been building-up that it wouldn’t make for much time anyway, so she worked to wring out as much pleasure as she could instead.

As she played her imagined piece, moans were also continually sounding as accompaniment into the nursing breast that sent pulses of pleasure through her heart and carried to all corners of her body. Particularly upon her neathers, to which she then borrowed the feline’s thigh so as to also help relieve herself by grinding against it with her dampness.

And not too long into it, because of having so much of her body bustling with activity, gas exchange facilitated via her nostrils were not sufficient supply to meet with the growing demand of cellular respiration. Rosmontis had to release her lips from her lover’s bosom in order to take in a set of rapid breaths that were just barely able to keep up.

Yet not even five cycles after finally achieving an oxygen surplus was her means of acquisition seized.

Though, that word had too violent a connotation given how cooly those lips once more laid against hers. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that her own were seized with such desire and thus had abandoned their obligations to self-preservation. At least it only needed to hold-off until after the world returned from white and her eyes, in a series of slow blinks, resolved the image of the cautus smiling down and panting in satisfaction with her.

To bask in the afterglow was normally meant to be an intimate little moment of reprieve, but the rhythm of Rosmontis’ heart hadn’t lost even a measure of tempo as that experience had been the final piece to convince her that something had been amiss.

“Are you… tampering with my entries?”

Amiya was completely taken aback by the question, for she too understood just how grave a trespass that would be to her person. Rosmontis herself felt especially horrid to even consider it a possibility, and yet…

“Because I have nothing in my terminal for this: how I touch you, how you touch me. Wouldn’t I want to keep such wonderous memories?”

The lead-up would have implied that it was rhetorically meant to further the point, yet was asked as a genuine question. Because, within this line of thought that she didn’t want to explore, the one currently still cradling her was the main lead.

“I would never.”

Simply and succinctly, with nary even a hint of hurt from the accusation that must have stung like a dagger stabbed through her heart. Because Amiya knew that’d be the truth which Rosmontis needed to have reach her ears in order to relieve that scenario of grimmest possibility weighing upon her head.

But of course, there had been two questions asked.

“Then why?” She pressed once more for that second point. “If it’s not you… is it me? Do I have a reason to not commit it to record?”

Tellingly, this did not produce an immediate answer. And more specifically, she saw the cautus’ lips lightly purse—as if they had been prompted, yet weren’t willing to speak it—which made for implications that her imagination that went wild with.

Did it mean their previous intimacies weren’t anything worth writing down?

…No, not possible. Amiya was waaay too good at this. Every effort that she herself had made since the beginning had been matched almost immediately once the cautus took her turn. And that meant the opposite also couldn’t hold true; as another reason she could think of for why she’d intentionally ignore recording the experience was due to how terrible it would hypothetically have to be.

But if a reason didn’t come internally, then was it external?

“Is it… embarrassing?”

While Amiya did say outright that she wasn’t tampering with the entries herself, that didn’t completely preclude her from influencing the contents being accounted.

Yet it seemed that the idea held no sway from just how easily it was done away with. “I’ve never been ashamed of anything about loving you, Ros.”

In hindsight, that should have been so obvious. No one else sees her records, and even in her existing entries, she holds multiple instances of their public displays of affection and the bashfulness that it causes for the cautus. But never to any point that made her uncomfortable enough to warrant putting up a stop to it.

Perhaps that was to clue Rosmontis in that she needed to calm down and look at it more logically. Don’t just jump off from assumptions, build on the truth that’s been established.

And so the thread that stood out in greater clarity was the one that she dismissed without deeper thought put into it. What’s to say that the reason wasn’t from something internal? As absurd as it sounded for a reason stemming from oneself to also be an unknown, it’s exactly by her unique personal circumstance that it could be considered as a possibility.

Yet that too had far reaching ramifications.

“Would you let me write all this down right now?”

“Yes.”

An unambiguous reply with no hesitation.

“But… you won’t give any answers if I ask why?”

A swallow.

“No.”

Plotting a conspiracy against her own self… What had happened with the her of the past that could have caused even Amiya to participate? And in thinking about how gargantuan a task it would be to bring such a mired topic into the light, a much simpler question was asked back by another part of herself: what would it even mean to have it unveiled?

Anxieties for those specific gaps aside, there wasn’t anything today that really went… ‘against’ her. She’d pulled the cautus from her work without any objections, the two had made love to each other with all their heart and without any caveats, and even the intended recording would have been allowed without any restrictions. Really, the only thing that put a pause on the proceedings was how she herself had them waylaid into this very topic.

So then… if she were to commit this conspiracy to a file, would she also be binding herself to the duty of having to uncover it? Turning it into something that’d only serve to haunt all their intimate interactions together as the only lead would be with the cautus who has just explicitly said to not be taking questions about it.

Would this just be a fool’s errand?

Rosmontis flipped them around. Both her hands were free, so it wasn’t hard to find where they could be placed in order to pivot their bodies onto the other towel. There hadn’t been much (if any) resistance by Amiya to the transposition, and less so when her mouth was targetted by an impassioned kiss. Though, its sentiment was slightly soured as it was clearly fueled by frustration.

“Then I’m not going to write.” The feline declared after having vented her vexation. “But can I ask two things?”

“What is it?”

Amiya did not feel the need to qualify it with any sort of ‘no guarantee to answer’, because it was as though she already knew that the desire to dig that deep had been dropped already, or more specifically—

“How many times have I come this close to asking about all of this? And… had I also concluded to keep it secret?”

“Thrice,” she answered plainly, yet the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but curve almost wistfully, “not counting now, and all those times did you also say something like this.” Amiya reached a hand up to tuck away a dangling strand tickling at her cheek before cupping the feline’s own. “I’m sorry.”

The feline dipped down to plant yet another kiss, this one as an apology of her own. Amiya, of course, had the kindness to understand the arc of internal turmoil she would have went through over the course of her suspicions, yet Rosmontis also knew that her empathy meant she would have experienced the weight of all those troubles upon her own self as well.

And it is because of that that she didn’t stop there. Her lips trailed down the cautus’ jaw, neck, and collarbone, lapping up what beads or streaks of sweat were along the way, and eventually landing herself upon the opposite breast of where she had previously nursed from.

She’d still suckled it just as she had done previously, though this time the digits that had directed her to devour even more were now upon her other side. Amiya’s arms had draped over her shoulders in a sort of loose hug, which was actually more to allow those fingers at their ends to freely roam across her back—though, they were also quite clearly aiming for her bum.

Alas, with the position she took which had her face at chest-level, the furthest reaches that could be mustered were only until they could barely caress at the starting slope of its curvature. However, her tail had been very much in range for manipulation and so she’d felt nails (cut short and neat) just barely scratch with their pass at each vertebrae, sending tingles propagating along the entire length.

But that made Rosmontis want to reevaluate her next course of action. Originally, she’d been intending to go through with the established method of using her mouth for pleasuring her lover, yet now it seemed old hat compared to the variety in technique the cautus was still able to provide, and to a highly effective degree too.

Unfortunately, all she had in her repertoire has been explored already—or at least, from what she was willing to utilise. She still didn’t want to make use of her fingers, so the only option left was to discover from first principles even just one more modus of gratification.

To start with, Amiya liked it on the outside: So that simplified the approach to really any part of her that could make contact with the crotch.

Except, what novel options there were wasn’t really doing anything groundbreaking, such as using the length of her arms or legs. While Amiya would have loved in equal measure to get intimate with part of her girlfriend just as any, those choices still just felt too… broad and unfocused with what stimulation they would serve. Subpar when compared to the level of attention that she’s seen could be achieved with a mouth or fingers.

And, again, she wasn’t about to start using the latter.

But then, what did that leave her with? Using her toes? That might have been a little too different-for-different’s-sake, and that’s without considering what level of dexterity would be needed in order to even make those motions with meaningful intent to the degree she wanted.

Well, such was the process of theorycraft. Ideas will (and should) be pursued to their logical endpoints, even if the conclusion is to deem it non-viable. Which just means she should approach from a new angle or test new axioms.

Perhaps, then, there was more to glean from the cause of the cautus’ first climax?

Well, she should ensure that she also attends to that one particular piece of anatomy, which could get neglected if she were to focus only on the softer parts.

Though, the further this line of thought was explored, the more it felt like it was more to make the case that she should stop abiding by that self-imposed restriction and just use her fingers. After all, she had been planning on doing so from the start—and Amiya even assured her that the approach she was going for was not ineffective. But it was the possibility of pain if she were to have followed-through with such intent that had fared far too well as an inhibitor.

…Yet it was also under this careful reexamination did it appear especially egregious for the degree to which it worked as a deterrent.

Of course she wouldn’t want the one she cherished to suffer any more than from what she could control, except that it’s already a learning of hers to know life cannot be devoid of any suffering. She couldn’t just cut-out all the bad and only keep the good.

Or, at least, that would be the philosophy held by the her of the present, who has had the experience to inform such an outlook.

However, she couldn’t shake from her mind how the conspicuous lack of entries had presented the possibility for its inciting incident to have happened much earlier—a scenario that the her of the past who hadn’t yet such wherewithal to handle for. And if faced with an experience distressing enough, it would have been such a circumstance that could have very much made her flinch.

A moment of weakness that would allow it to harden upon her heart as trauma.

Ah… so this was likely why those previous times she had chosen to turn away, for this path of introspection put her on the verge of reopening what may well be her oldest wound.

And, as to be expected, the cautus had been quick to pick-up on the sense of sinking that had striken her. Fingers that had just been busied with fiddling themselves along her tail instead now hovered closer to her heart. They felt so warm against the chill within herself that’d started to spread without her even realising it.

But seeing as she’d gotten side-track by… well, what had been her original motivation for seeking out her lover, the gesture of assurance only reminded Rosmontis that she had a plan of action which still needed deciding upon. And, luckily, the sudden impetus to have her attention refocused worked well in motivating the final formulation for the kinematics her body would follow.

She reversed her course and brought her face back up to the cautus’, which automatically meant that the two were to once more kiss. But that was an incidental opportunity as the movement was more for the purposes of aligning their lower pairs of lips to also meet in a similar manner.

Rosmontis felt the tingle from a confluence of sensations: the mixing of slippery slime that thinly coated both of their privates which made that contact feel almost seem seamless, a scant second of cold between their exposed skin that gave way instantaneously to their own individual intense heat that laid deeper within, and an extra awareness on the anatomical fixture of her own when she thought she’d reminded herself to pay more attention to Amiya’s.

It was certainly the novelty she sought to achieve, but perhaps overly so as she felt the need to prop herself up and pull away from her love in order to see for herself what she’d just accomplished.

“Woah…” The wonder (awe?) couldn’t help but slip from her throat. Was this how it looked like on the side for whenever they kissed? The primary inspiration driving this idea was from how inclined the both of them had been thus far at locking lips, so she tried to see if that held true with the parts of themselves which shared the nomenclature. But still, she wouldn’t have expected it to be like… that.

Amiya herself let a little puff sound from her nose, amused at how the one who manuevered them into this position had let her gaze linger in amazement at the unfamiliar situation. Granted, this wasn’t the most typical of position for the feline to favour, so the cautus let her legs spread a little wider in order to give her girlfriend the needed amount of wriggle room—which may have been a bit too on-the-nose phrasing seeing as Rosmontis made immediate use of the opportunity to explore the range of motion that were made available with her hips.

First was vertically. While the two had already touched each other down there previously, the new mode of contact left such an impression that she couldn’t help but want explore it further. How their folds’ full lengths slid together between themselves with minimal resistance, yet still feeling all the different textures brushing upon differing zones of sensitivity.

But none more so than when she tried to move horizontally. It was like flint striking steel when their hardnesses were struck against each other. And though there wasn’t any need for sparks as the fire in their loins had long since been brought ablaze, their momentary blinding brilliance was just… enthralling.

…Although, perhaps it was one that still needed to be appreciated in moderation. The edges of her vision felt like they were threatening to whiteout in a similar way to when Amiya worked her insides. And, with how much that took a toll on her stamina, she’d need to switch gears if she wanted this to last as long she could manage.

So, instead, she tried a mixed approach of gyrating her hips and really smearing their parts together—pressing upon each other in this less targeted (and perhaps more primal) way that meant what passes made were only chance opportunities to trigger those concentrated pulses of pleasure while still providing stimulation all throughout.

And Rosmontis thought that it was a good compromise. As, while all of this was being done with a different pair of lips, it left her feeling breathless all the same. Thus this was the ideal tempo to follow all the way to the finish.

Or at least it had been, until something happened that hasn’t before. Something that she thought was only really able to be achieved through their upper lips: Cooperation.

Amiya, after letting the feline get comfortable for how she wanted to handle this maneuver, finally decided to add in her own efforts. Although more limited by being the bottom, she had experience informing her technique and so her contributions focused more in moving counter to the current motion. Not as any form of opposition, but rather to create an accentuated contrast to maximise the sensation produced.

But for Rosmontis, who had it be her plan to have an intermittent schedule limiting those spikes in pleasure, she had been completely thrown off-script as those movements were also precisely timed as to collide themselves together at that most sensitive spot.

Additionally, those hands who had earlier been denied their target were now properly aligned and wasted no time in taking their fill, grabbing at her glutes in a rough kneed that made her shudder just as strongly.

“A-Amiya,” she started, but wasn’t sure how she was to continue the statement. Her impetus had been to request the cautus cut-back on the stimulation, but… those words just refused to take such a shape when she saw that look of bliss on her lover’s face. One so virulently infectious that it made the only acceptable option be to express her own ecstasy: “Amiya… Amiya!” She rapturously repeated instead.

And without being aware of it, as she leaned forward so that those moans were sure to reach their intended ears, that had been a cardinal sign to her lover for how close she was.

Which was why the cautus sent a hand up the girl’s back and conveyed to the occipital region of her head the acknowledgement of having heard those heartfelt exclamations—and that, with no further words being necessary, those lips could allow themselves to rest upon their most desired place.

The feline also made motions to let her lover know that she delightfully obliged to this arrangement. With her torso no longer needing support (due to having been laid prone for the two’s finale of a kiss), that freed one hand to caress the cautus’ face while the other latched itself to the upper part of the arm that maintained its hold around her own head, fingers dug in to lock them both into that configuration unless her body would decided otherwise.

And it wasn’t as if they had to hold that position for much longer.

With their upper bodies having so effectively been fixed into place, the only remaining locus of locomotion (besides their tongues that danced around each other) would be by their crotches, still continuing on making their little circles just as how they had last been left. But under an unspoken understanding brokered between them, they had moved past the time for exploration and subtlety—instead their efforts concentrated on all of what they’ve learned to bring the most pleasure to one another in one final act.

Rosmontis, being the one on top, did so by rocking her hips back and forth. The motion was a bit different from her first foray in that she hadn’t needed to make any more long gliding passes for the sake of acquainting herself against those lips, and instead she centered the fulcrum point on that part which now felt like a rivet. One that would make her feel she was going to come undone as it was loosened from being jostled in this loving way.

When it came to the option that so quickly awashed her world with white, she had also been a bit aversed to her second method because of how it would have made the moment pass, causing the her of this present to part all too soon. But now… she’ll let her heart beat loud and unafraid, because even if she herself would not remember this day, Amiya would undoubtedly have upon herself engraved every wordless message that she’d carved out in this passion.

So to that end she held her love tighter; mouth shifting to more devourously take in that opposing tongue she danced with, arms curling to fasten against more of the cautus’ contours, and hips fighting to find some semblance of traction amidst the flooding of fluids that now almost felt like it was obfuscating their continued contact instead of facilitating it.

Then, perhaps by providence, the legs beneath her parted even wider. But not for allowing her more options to find an avenue of feeling an even deeper connection with her lover, rather, it lead to the opposite. Or at least, opposite only in action. For those limbs then bent back in and embraced her with much the same motivation of wanting the two to be brought closer to one another.

Even though this effectively restrained any movements of her hips, it succeeded in far greater measure with the intent as it forced her to stay still and just feel—to realise that this part of her didn’t need to work any harder to get closer, they were already as close as could be such that the constant motion only made her miss that. So now every twitch of contracting muscle inside the cautus was coming through and compelling her to join in that climax.

Not that she would ever needed such coaxing. For Rosmontis would follow Amiya to anywhere, even over the edge and onto blissful oblivion. And thought this was a goodbye to the her of this now, she had been sent off with sweet satisfaction.