Chapter 60: 60: Doors With Locks

The fact that our floor and bedroom now had doors had my mind fluttering and stuttering with anticipation. After I’d let the obrec back out into the city, I practically ran up the stairs towards the room I shared with Grace. I was still warm and tingly from what had happened at dinner, and well… goodness but I wanted her right then.

When I arrived at our floor, I stepped through into the common room and carefully closed and locked the door. Then I was rushing over to the door into our room, where I paused, my heart thudding in my chest. Was I thinking about this too much? Was I expecting something that wasn’t going to happen? We hadn’t talked about anything happening tonight, we hadn’t really mentioned it since that first night in Millowhall.

Blowing out a huge puff of air, I gently opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind me and leaning back against it to stare at Grace. She was on the bed, in her sleeping clothes, feet crossed at the ankles and hands behind her head, looking relaxed.

“Hi!” I blurted, a little too loud.

“Hey,” Grace smiled, eyes finding mine.

We stared at each other for several long moments before she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “You coming to bed?”

“Um, yup, definitely,” I nodded like a dumbass. Why was I so nervous? They were just doors! Doors that gave us complete privacy to do whatever we wanted…

I stripped down with shaking hands until I was in my underwear and sleeping shirt, then slipped under the covers next to the absolutely gorgeous girl who had my full attention.

With me under the covers, she followed suit, then held out her arms to me. I scooted over and melted into them, and it was like all my nerves and worries and fears and just… everything, it all vanished like so much smoke in the wind. Because in the end, I was with Grace, and I trusted her down into the deepest depths of my heart. I loved her.

I could hear her heartbeat from where my head rested on her chest, and each gentle breath she took felt like it was pulsing life into me too. Pushing myself up, I shifted to look at her, drinking in each curve and line of her recently altered face. I reached up to touch it, playing my fingers delicately across the smooth skin of her cheek as she watched me from behind her lashes.

“You’re so beautiful,” we both said at the same time, which prompted a shared grin.

With that smile still on her face, her fingers snaked into my hair and pulled me down, kissing me oh so gently for just a moment. “Thank you for earlier at the table. I know it was… kinda embarrassing, but… it feels really good to know you care about me no matter who is watching.”

I didn’t get a chance to reply, her lips made sure of that. I didn’t even remember what I was going to say after a moment anyway, so it probably wasn’t amazingly important. Instead, my attention was wholly on her, on each brush of our lips, each amazing burst of goosebumps as her tongue teased at the seam of my mouth, asking entry.

The kiss stayed like that, every time I opened up to her, her tongue backed away with a teasing chuckle. Until I bit her bottom lip, just gently, and got a gasp, followed by a growl. I was on my back in a hurry, a playfully scowling girl above me.

“Cheating,” she stated breathlessly, her eyes alight and wanting. Wanting me.

“I’m not sorry,” I grinned cheekily back up at her, earning an eye roll in return.

Then she was diving back down, but for my neck this time, where she began pressing little kisses just under my jaw, forcing my head back into the pillow in the process.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” she whispered into my ear, her voice low and sexual in a way I hadn’t ever heard from her. Where was this coming from?

“Please don’t stop,” I blurted, my breathing already heavy. Wait, I’d just sounded really sexual just then! Goodness, I wanted this so badly. Not that I knew what this actually entailed. I mean, I knew the like, broad basics, but— 

Grace’s fingers skimmed the underside of my boob, and my eyes flew open, rambling thoughts blasted away. When had her hands gotten under my shirt?

“Ow!” I blurted, one of her fingernails scraping the skin, causing me to twitch as the slight prick of pain startled me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her hand vanishing from beneath my shirt.

“Your fingernail was scratchy,” I mumbled, feeling embarrassed now.

“Oh crap, sorry… I bite them and… I’ll go fix it, hold on,” she said, her own face going red.

I grabbed her before she could get away and pulled her hand close. Summoning one of my small, magenta blades with a flourish, I carefully nicked the offending spike of fingernail off. Damn, I was good with these things now.

“Show off,” Grace laughed as the blade dissipated.

“Impressing a girl,” I shot back, a teasing grin all over my face.

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Then it was her mouth all over my face instead, warm and smiling, leaving damp kisses from the tip of my nose, to my cheeks and then to my lips. “You’re such a dork,” she said, smiling into the kiss.

Instead of speaking, I just sorta shrugged and pulled her down flush against me. Talking time was over, I wanted to be ravished.

As the heat and tension built back up between us, her fingers were tugging at my shirt again, slipping under and taking up where they had left off. They brushed from the underside of my breast, around and up until they met my collarbone. She spent time just tracing that for a while, and I’d never even considered my own collarbone to be at all sexual until that moment. Sure, hers was hot… but mine?

Then her fingers were wandering once more, back down until… they skimmed my nipple, each finger gently tapping it one after another. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes flew open, and she backed off from the kiss to search my face. I nodded quickly, but words were way beyond me now, and she smiled knowingly.

My shirt was already up around my shoulders by that point, but she decided that was too much, and I shifted to allow her to take it off me. Topless now, I watched with nervous excitement as her eyes ran down the length of me.

“Oh…” she whispered, her smile gone, replaced by a look of awe. “Oh… Ryn…”

Hands coming down again, she traced this way and that all over me, over the dip and curve of my waist, to the gentle rise of my stomach, then back up to my breasts again. She didn’t stay there though, and I closed my eyes, relaxing back into the bed as she explored me. The feeling was… wonderful, and not just because I had my lover’s hands on me. It was impossible to ignore the femininity of my own body as her adoring hands highlighted each soft inch.

My eyes flew open again when the wet flick of a tongue across one of my nipples sent shocks of sensation through me. I was pretty sure the image I captured in that moment would be cherished for the rest of my life. I was looking down at her, at the girl I love, with her mouth around my nipple, and my own boobs sitting right there in my field of vision. Holy shit I was a girl, I was a girl in love with a girl… making love to that girl.

She spent long, toe curling minutes there, small flickers of tongue or the briefest brush of teeth sending sparks flying through my body. I buzzed with the sensations, my thighs quivering and my breath stuttering. My heart though, it was full to bursting with raw love for her, for my Grace. My hands were up and into her hair, playing with the short multicoloured strands. I loved her hair, it was so thick and soft, but just rough enough to give a tactile feeling that I relished.

By the time she was moving down my body, eyes locked with mine between each breath-hitching kiss to my chest and stomach, I was wet beyond measure. A wetness she discovered when she pulled my underwear down and my legs parted almost of their own accord.

“Wow,” she grinned up at me.

“What?” I blushed, my hands coming up to hide my face. “You’re hot and you turn me on and you were just sucking on my nipples.”

“I know, but… goodness,” she said, illustrating her point by running a slow finger through my sopping wetness from the bottom up until she brushed a small part of me that pulsed with heady warmth.

I shuddered, my heart doing backflips, and my eyes rolling. Fuck, I was so sensitive. She’d gotten me all worked up since dinner, and now I was made of nothing but nerve bundles, love and a desperate need.

Except… as much as I wanted her to go down on me at some point, I wanted her up here more. “Please come back up? I want to kiss you… while…”

“Sure,” she said, her tone gentle and caring.

That didn’t stop her from giving me a flat-tongued lick however, which had me gasping in surprise. “Oh my goodness… Grace!”

“Sorry,” she laughed, not sounding at all sorry. “I wanted to taste you.”

I grumbled meaningless sounds of annoyance and pulled her towards me, until she obligingly kissed me. I loved the way she settled half on top of me, one leg wrapped around mine, keeping me open to her. I was able to concentrate on our kiss for all of two seconds before her fingers found my center again, and then it was all I could do to even breathe.

I was so hopelessly turned on that I knew I was going to come any second now, my body tensing as her fingers weaved pleasure up my spine. My hips were moving on their own, up and down as I gave in to her, to the affection with which she was now murmuring my name between pecks to my cheek. I couldn’t find it within me to worry about coming so quickly though. We were both girls after all, and if there was one thing I knew about all this, it was that we had a long, wonderful night of this ahead.

Her gentle fingers kept moving, and under their touch my quiet gasps quickly became breathless moans. I had no idea what was even happening down there, just that her fingers were moving over me and it was the most incredible, back-arching sensation I’d ever felt. I was slowly coming undone, and the fact it was Grace here next to me… gosh I loved her. I loved her so much.

Then she did something else, pressed a fingertip somewhere different, and I gave a tiny squeak. “Yes! Grace!” I said, although it was barely a whisper.

She did it again, and I bucked, my hips rising completely off the bed. Holy shit, holy shit… Were my eyes closed? I don’t know, but I couldn’t see, because all I could think, all I could process, was the pulsing thunder of warmth that was exploding through me.

It wasn’t just the warmth of ecstasy that rushed down every limb though, my heart joined in, braiding a note of joyous love in with the pulses that ruled me in that moment. I shook and shook in her arms, clutching at her as her hand kept going, even as her other one held me close.

“Grace,” I heard myself cry, voice husky with exertion. “I love you!”

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