Moonlight Stroll

When Connie beeped her nose it made her laugh and wish to hug the woman. She was so smart and well, worldly wise which made Nyra appreciate and admire her so very much. So few people actually played, they simply trudged through life doing what they should and what they could just to get by.

"Spontenaity is great, now just one more place I want to see before we go. Cmon!"

Snatching up Connie's hand in her own and grabbing the shoes and her purse, she tugged the other woman out of the fountain, towards a path.

She recalled a beautiful area that she had glimpsed briefly on her last time here. But she had also seen Rachyl and made her way out at that time. She wanted to explore that area with Connie now.

They walked side-by-side on their way through another path. Connie looked at all the different flowers, imagining how different they must look during the day compared to under the moonlight.

"I'd forgotten how nice dippin' yer feet in water could feel... Forgotten how a lot of things could make me feel... Thank ya for reintroducin' me to some of them things tonight, Nyra."

Honesty had always been something Connie tried to practice... But there were so many things in her life that she knew Nyra would most likely take issue with... But she decided to take things one day at a time.

Then there was the promise of a kiss... She felt the hairs rising on her neck as she thought about it - the first time she really -thought- about it, as she'd just been excited by the prospect of going out and had only thought of the company, and not much anything beyond.

Nyra led her to an archway covered with vines blossoming with white flowers. The buds and blossoms of the flowers opened like palms raised to the moon. Two benches lay quietly inside the archway to sit on along the sides.

The whole construction seemed about 10ft tall with flowers hanging down a bit but not touching heads. Wide enough so four people could walk through it side by side, it stretches on long enough so those same four people could all enter single file and be inside of it. The benches, along the inside walls, are not touching the greenery but anyone sitting would be seen with the green backdropped against them.

Nodding "We can get so caught up in life that we forget to live. I try to make sure to stop and smell the roses but it can be a challenge."

They reached the archway which had blossomed since Nyra had seen it last. "Oh isnt it beautiful! They opened."

Nyra dropped her purse and bag of shoes to reach out and gently stroke one blossom. Her index finger softly ran along the outside edge of the white bloom.

"Its so soft" She couldnt be sure if the whisper was her talking to herself or just the overwhelming feeling of hushed reverence in this place.

Connie moved next to Nyra, watching silently as she stroked the flower's petals.

The blossoms really did resemble palms open to the sky; Connie's hand stretched out and mimicked Nyra's actions, touching their silkiness and inhaling gently. Then she turned slightly and took Nyra's free hand and did the same, gently running her fingers across the back of her hand, pursed her lips and placed a soft kiss on the artist's fingertips. Her eyes met Nyra's; she couldn't help but wonder if the other woman saw the desire, fear, hope, nervousness, and connection she felt roiling in her chest.

Or was that something from dinner? She let the flower go and raised her hand to her mouth, hiccuping with a bit of a squeak.

At Connie's touch, her attention shifted away from the flowering beauty to the beauty beside her. So little time spent together but she felt she could talk to the amazing woman about anything. It was a frightening closeness that generally only comes after years of friendship.

At the squeek, she grinned and looked around at the floor of the archway. "Is there a mouse in here?"

Just the look on Connie's face made her laugh and throw her arms around the other woman in a hug.

The abrupt hug brought warmth from both inside and out to Connie. She also realized after a moment that, with the position Nyra was holding her in, her fangs would have easily slipped into her neck, the heat of her blood almost visible through her pale, silky skin. She closed her eyes and forced herself to be a bit calmer as she leaned back from the comforting embrace.

Eyes sparkling mischievously, she said, "He musta been hidin' with all those veggies we ate, mouses get hungry too!"

Lauging "Of course they do. Do you think we should leave some leftovers out for the lil thing?"

Relishing in the feeling of Connie's strong arms hugging her, Nyra was at a loss how proceed. Never before being the agressor sexually left her with little guidance. Timidly she raised her face toward the beauty in her arms and watched her through heavy lidded eyes. She bit her lower lip slightly in uncertanty. How does one ask to be kissed?

Connie laughed with her, saying, "No, I'm sure he had plenty whereever he was to make me squeak like that."

When Nyra's face tilted up, those hazel eyes slightly obscured by her half-closed eyelids, Connie was struck by the simply beauty her features displayed, highlighted with the moon's blessings. Nyra nibbled at her lip, and uncertainty shone in those intelligent orbs...

"She wants to kiss me, but doesn' wan' to do it first... An' she doesn' wanna ask..." Connie's mind and body were awhirl with that simple thought as she leaned down, eyes slowly closing, lips closed, slightly puckered.

Softness met softness as her lips touched Nyra's, ever-so-gently.

Connie'd bridged the divide; it was now Nyra's turn to see where the road led.

Her eyes fluttered closed as Connie's soft lips touched her own. Thankfully the two were still hugging as Nyra felt like her knees had dissappeared. Wow.

This had to be the most sensual thing she had ever experienced. The kiss seemed to be gentle and loving yet still turned her insides to molten fire. Her hands clasped Connie closer in reflex. Her head spun like a two year old under a summer sky.

Gently she leaned onto Connie without deepening the kiss but pushing back just as gently. Vaguely hoping that Connie didnt release her before she could catch her balance.

Connie was enjoying the mostly-chaste, hint-of-something-more kiss when Nyra's weight against her nearly disappeared a few seconds into the kiss, then hands grabbed at her lower back...

She never expected to make anyone swoom with a simple kiss.

Connie contented herself with holding onto Nyra until she regained her footing; she tilted her head minutely and merely enjoyed the pressure of Nyra's lips against her own.

Her mind was blank except for the starbursts of colors the kiss evoked vaguely resembling fireworks. The barely preceptable brushing of lips creating a new angle made heat pool low in her body.

Tentatively she barely opened her lips and sucked firmly on Connie's lower lip, stroking it with her tongue lightly. Flushing at her boldness she gently released Connie and tried to regain her own balance. She knew she had knees and feet somewhere, they couldnt wander off ont heir own, could they?

Shyly she looked up at the beauty in front of her with a soft "Wow"

Connie's lip throbbed where Nyra had sucked on it. Her eyes fluttered open when their kiss ended. Awash in the simplicity of what they just shared, she realized that not only -had- they just shared it, but also that Connie had taken the irrevocable step towards making their relationship so much more complicated, and maybe, possibly, hopefully, so much more wonderful.

Nyra's soft "wow" brought her attention front and center. Still supporting Nyra's body, Connie's right hand came up and gently caressed the smiling cheek before her as she whispered quietly, "And it seems you've got a talen' for understatement, too, dear."

Seeing the shy look in Nyra's eyes, she couldn't help but continue, "I hope you don' mind mah forwardness." Her accent almost as thick as honey, and her voice thicker with desire, her brow furrowed slightly as her lips pursed in an almost apologetic expression.

The warm words, touch of her hand and silken accent only made Nyra melt more. Finally she pushed more two braincells together to enable coherant speach.

"Wow sums it up when I cant even think to breathe. Dont expect more than one syllable after your kisses melt my knees." Resisting the urge to fan herself "I was hoping you had not minded my own forwardness."

Thinking back to the rules of dating she had constructed so many years ago, she regretted the second date only calling for one kiss. It had always seemed like a good place to stop before tonight. Of course they were just silly rules she had made up so long ago, perhaps she didn't have to follow them.

In a breathy voice that was barely above a whisper "Just when I think you cannot make the night any better you go and do it. I can barely wait for our next date to see how you top this amazing one."

Connie's mind was awhirl with Nyra's words. "Melted her knees? Wow," she thought as the other spoke ramblingly and yet coherently.

"Wayel, liddul lady, ifn' yer up to it, date three can start as soon as you get us back to your place and get your paintin' clothes on... If the offer's still valid and I didn't melt your mental picture you'd been takin' that you were fixin' ta paint." Connie's heart was racing; "wow" didn't begin to cover the rush she'd felt when their lips had contacted so softly. Her fingers played in the edge of her hair, just before her left ear, then slid slowly around the outside as she spoke, punctuating her sincerity.

"An' besides, it takes two to tango, so the amazing-ness-ness of our date is just as much a credit to you as it is to me."

Her thoughts, had they formed further coherent words, would have said, "Show a little modesty... And realize that you care for her more than you should after just twenty four hours. Help her see how she's entirely beautiful, completely desirable... and maybe she'll come home into your arms. And. Stop. Being. Selfish, dammit."

She knew Connie was speaking because her beautiful lips were moving. But the instant Connie's hand had touched her ear, all of Nyra's brain shut down. She wanted to lean into that hand and nuzzle for more. She wanted to see how that hand felt when it explored elsewhere.

With a soft sigh and smile she gently took Connies' hand in her own, kissed it gently on the back. Pulling back was not what she wanted to do, but neither did she want to get arrested for indecent exposure by throwing herself at her date right here.

"Lets go back to my place to paint some. If I can get my knees working again."

"I'd kiss them to make them all better, but I don't think..." Luckily, Connie stopped her mouth from saying, "I don't think I'd stop there and would want to keep travelling higher. SHUT UP, Connie."

"I think it'd be better if I just wrap my arm about your waist and we walk out together, hmm? I promise to behave so you're not distracted while we're driving back."

At the mention of kissing her knees they went a little weaker if that was at all possible. Nyra felt a warm rush start at her knees and move upward, making her whole body tingle.

Thankfully Connie put action to her words and they walked out to the car together, arms around eachothers waists. As they looked at eachother over the car, both ready to get in, Nyra made sure to tease her date just a bit. "You do realize that teasing me in the car could result in serious consequences. You wouldn't want a cop to ticket me for indecent exposure now would you?"

Connie leaned flirtingly against the car, her breasts pushing up against the edge of the door, barely visible over the roof. "Seventy five dollar ticket might be worth it."


The car ride went swiftly, both women sneaking glances at the other at traffic lights and on empty stretches of road.

"You can't imagine how much of a treat it is to be chauffeured around. And in such a unique car!"

When they got out of the car, Connie picked up the food bag in one hand, and took Nyra in the other, and walked through the hall up to their apartments.

(( Connie and Nyra out ))