Nyra tried to keep a straight face, really she did. But Connie's response just struck her as funny. The woman was all warm and sleepy. Finally, giving the goddess a reprive, she trailed her still damp fingers upwards. She ended the fingerpainting by tweaking both nipples.
Smiling perkily she leaned down and sucked on each prominent tip, licking up the musky treat. With a swift move she bounced out of bed and tugged on Connie's hands.
"C'mon slug-a-bed! You promised me a virgin shower. Once we are clean we can decide what to do."
Artistic Exuberance (Date Five - Day after the Gallery)
The raven-haired vampire stared at the three different sets of sheets, "Old Glory" quilt, and the moon-sun throw pillow sitting on the edge of her bed, taunting her, laughing, shouting "Hahahahah you'll never ever decide which to put on the brand new bed for your brand new apartment."
Connie Stone picked up the crowbar left behind by the construction crew - "Strange omen," she thought - and beat each of the wrapped sets of sheets once with it, quieting their imaginary voices. She shouted into the apartment, "Nyah! How 'bout that!"
"Which do I want first, really?" She wracked her brain, trying to think of which one would be more comfortable first. It was the middle of August; her air conditioning kept it more than adequately temperate in the loft. A thought wormed its way into her brain from an area down below that had been overactive all day. "Which would -you- rather be seduced on?" She then dropped the navy blue flannel and white cotton sheets onto the floor and nudged them under the bed, leaving the black satin.
Picking up a pen and pad of paper, she wrote down, "modular closet, under-bed storage drawers, throw pillow to match quilt," then set it aside. Shopping lists were always an interesting chore. You write down the obvious things, but forget the important ones and end up in a tizzy trying to find what you need when it's almost too late.
Good thing she was neither male nor human, or she'd really be up shit's creek without a paddle when sex entered the picture.
And the combination of thoughts that just stampeded through her brain knocked her breathless, and she plopped onto the bed's surface...
"Have I really been trying to seduce her?"
"No, I haven't. I've been treating her the way I think she should be treated, the way she deserves to be treated."
"But what if that leads to, well, something more?"
"Isn't that the point of dates?"
Would she have been so forward about thinking, feeling, or even saying what she had to Nyra over the past five days - and she knew deep inside she'd been saying it because, in her opinion, it was the truth - if "it" weren't a possible eventuality?
Her mind and spirit shouted out, "YES!" as her head nodded and voice croaked to the ceiling, "I sure would have. Everybody deserves to be told how wonderful they are."
Ignoring the familiar tug in her body that seemed to surface whenever she thought of Nyra (which actually was quite often) she flipped over and dug her nails into the heavy plastic wrap bundling the satin sheets.
She unfurled them slightly and separated out the elastic-bound mattress cover. Connie gripped the long side - though in truth, with a queen sized bed, "long" is relative - and flipped it, causing the far end to open further and to settle back down on the bed. She darted around, tucking in the corners, then flipped out the coversheet and tucked it similarly. "Dad gummit, I need pillows." She jotted it down.
"Might as well put on the quilt," she thought, and she unwrapped that and flipped it too. The moon-sun pillow was set at the top.
Connie turned and looked at the remainder of the loft; it still needed a few things. Sofa, TV, stereo system. Computer and desk.
"Stupid me left my other list at work." She sighed, and trudged over to the island. Into her purse she dug, and she checked the time on her cell.
"Clock!" and she skipped back over to the pad of paper, wrote down "alarm clock," and then returned to the island.
She wondered as she looked around the loft for other things she'd need how Nyra had fared for sleeping and the cleanup at the Gallery...
Nyra
19 years ago
Connie
19 years ago
"How fair is that? Leave a high-strung, horny southern woman alone in her bed..." Giggling, Connie rolled off the bed and saw the pile of clothes there, lying right next to that crowbar she'd forgotten about.
"You know, we never did use the crowbar last night," she commented, still giggling, as Nyra guided her to the bathroom. "Uh, there's only one problem, I haven't gotten ta go shopping fer towels, so we'll need some from your place. I do have soap and shampoo'n'all, but I dunno if it's stuff you'd approve of. I had it left over in mah overnight bag."
"You know, we never did use the crowbar last night," she commented, still giggling, as Nyra guided her to the bathroom. "Uh, there's only one problem, I haven't gotten ta go shopping fer towels, so we'll need some from your place. I do have soap and shampoo'n'all, but I dunno if it's stuff you'd approve of. I had it left over in mah overnight bag."
Nyra
19 years ago
"I can run over for towels." Nyra stepped back over to the pile of clothes and dug up her smock. As she was putting it on she raised a brow at the crowbar.
"Just what exactly were you planning on doing with said crowbar, young lady?"
Giggling she raced out of the loft and into hers, snatching an armful of towels out of the shelf before racing back. She hadnt been gone more than a minute. Connie was still standing at the bathroom door grinning at the crowbar.
"Towels for you my dear!" Nyra handed over the missmatched towels, green, purple, canary and blue. Two had stripes, one had an outrageous print while the last had a plaid design.
"Ah a fresh shower to break in. I am sure whatever products you have will be fine. Next batch I make some extra for you of soap and lotion, if you pick a scent."
"Just what exactly were you planning on doing with said crowbar, young lady?"
Giggling she raced out of the loft and into hers, snatching an armful of towels out of the shelf before racing back. She hadnt been gone more than a minute. Connie was still standing at the bathroom door grinning at the crowbar.
"Towels for you my dear!" Nyra handed over the missmatched towels, green, purple, canary and blue. Two had stripes, one had an outrageous print while the last had a plaid design.
"Ah a fresh shower to break in. I am sure whatever products you have will be fine. Next batch I make some extra for you of soap and lotion, if you pick a scent."
Connie
19 years ago
"Something sweet and fruity would be lovely," the ravenhaired beauty commented as she piled the towels on the sink. She reached out and took hold of the sides of Nyra's smock, and pulled her close.
"You'll recall on our second date... Ah said somethin' about bein' alone... and I asked if'n you had the crowbar from my apartment... but you said no, the kinky stuff would wait til our fourth date..." A mischievous sparkle appeared in Connie's eyes, enhanced by the desire and tenderness there, as she placed her lips against Nyra's chin, then slowly travelled down the artist's throat to the deep V created by the smock's long t-shirt-like design. Her lips and tongue lingered there, then she looked up with a smile into Nyra's eyes, and danced backwards into the shower stall, arms open and inviting.
"You'll recall on our second date... Ah said somethin' about bein' alone... and I asked if'n you had the crowbar from my apartment... but you said no, the kinky stuff would wait til our fourth date..." A mischievous sparkle appeared in Connie's eyes, enhanced by the desire and tenderness there, as she placed her lips against Nyra's chin, then slowly travelled down the artist's throat to the deep V created by the smock's long t-shirt-like design. Her lips and tongue lingered there, then she looked up with a smile into Nyra's eyes, and danced backwards into the shower stall, arms open and inviting.
Nyra
19 years ago
Nyra followed Connie's beckoning form into the shower, stripping off the smock belatedly before she stepped in. This woman had the ability to mezmerize her without even trying. With her arms around the dripping beauty her mind could not grasp or remember anything but this moment.
With her nose in the crook of Connie's neck and shoulder she mumbled damply. "Peaches. I bet you would smell delish with peach soap."
She took a gentle nip at the curve of collarbone before her. Reluctantly she stepped back and rached for the shampoo. Lovingly she washed and rinsed the black locks. Next she scooped up the soap. With the spirit of exploration Nyra soaped her lover carefully from head to toe and back to front. Paying attention to the tiniest of details.
Soapy fingers lingered or stroked the wet skin. Gentle hands ran over large expanses and careful fingertips played in valleys. Once she was done soaping, she would get to do it all over again with rinsing.
With her nose in the crook of Connie's neck and shoulder she mumbled damply. "Peaches. I bet you would smell delish with peach soap."
She took a gentle nip at the curve of collarbone before her. Reluctantly she stepped back and rached for the shampoo. Lovingly she washed and rinsed the black locks. Next she scooped up the soap. With the spirit of exploration Nyra soaped her lover carefully from head to toe and back to front. Paying attention to the tiniest of details.
Soapy fingers lingered or stroked the wet skin. Gentle hands ran over large expanses and careful fingertips played in valleys. Once she was done soaping, she would get to do it all over again with rinsing.
Connie
19 years ago
"I like peaches," Connie murmured absently as Nyra mumbled against her neck.
Nyra was silent as she picked up the shampoo and began to lather her raven mop. Connie began to kneel, so as to give the somewhat shorter woman better access, but Nyra indicated she wanted her standing. In front, behind, wherever Nyra stood to wash her hair was exquisite torture, feeling her rounded body against her own, the quickly-learning play of her soft fingertips against her scalp.
The vampire briefly was glad that she'd gotten the detachable showerhead on the long hose as her companion rinsed her hair.
She was more than slightly surprised when those same exploring fingers began their silent dance across the expanses of her skin. Her heavy, wet breasts were cupped briefly; fingertips dipped between the various valleys of her body. She veritably shivered as Nyra stood back up; she found herself leaning against the cool wall of glass blocks, breath shallow and eyes heavy.
She stopped Nyra with a gentle hand as her companion, her neighbor, her lover reached up to take the showerhead in her hands again. Stretching her own hands out, Connie placed them gently against the sides of Nyra's neck, then allowed them to slide across her shoulders, moving closer until their bodies touched. Leaning her face down, she took Nyra's lips against her own, soft, tugging against the plushness, the pliant muscle of her tongue as it was offered to her. Connie began to move against the rounder woman, her hips rolling against those before her, arms sliding against the amazingly flawless slick skin against her own lathered body.
Connie pushed her breasts against Nyra's, rotating her torso as she moved the peaks of her globes in giant circles about the larger chest of her lover. She slowly began to kneel, dragging herself down along Nyra's body. Kneading her lover's chest with her forearms, she placed a closed-mouthed kiss against the slightly puffy lips between the lush thighs as her knees came to the shower's floor. She stood again, and turned around, playfully pushing Nyra's seeking hands away. She leaned her head against Nyra's shoulders and kissed the blushing cheek near her lips. "No touching except to resoap me," she whispered huskily, as she flexed her buttocks against Nyra's center.
Nyra was silent as she picked up the shampoo and began to lather her raven mop. Connie began to kneel, so as to give the somewhat shorter woman better access, but Nyra indicated she wanted her standing. In front, behind, wherever Nyra stood to wash her hair was exquisite torture, feeling her rounded body against her own, the quickly-learning play of her soft fingertips against her scalp.
The vampire briefly was glad that she'd gotten the detachable showerhead on the long hose as her companion rinsed her hair.
She was more than slightly surprised when those same exploring fingers began their silent dance across the expanses of her skin. Her heavy, wet breasts were cupped briefly; fingertips dipped between the various valleys of her body. She veritably shivered as Nyra stood back up; she found herself leaning against the cool wall of glass blocks, breath shallow and eyes heavy.
She stopped Nyra with a gentle hand as her companion, her neighbor, her lover reached up to take the showerhead in her hands again. Stretching her own hands out, Connie placed them gently against the sides of Nyra's neck, then allowed them to slide across her shoulders, moving closer until their bodies touched. Leaning her face down, she took Nyra's lips against her own, soft, tugging against the plushness, the pliant muscle of her tongue as it was offered to her. Connie began to move against the rounder woman, her hips rolling against those before her, arms sliding against the amazingly flawless slick skin against her own lathered body.
Connie pushed her breasts against Nyra's, rotating her torso as she moved the peaks of her globes in giant circles about the larger chest of her lover. She slowly began to kneel, dragging herself down along Nyra's body. Kneading her lover's chest with her forearms, she placed a closed-mouthed kiss against the slightly puffy lips between the lush thighs as her knees came to the shower's floor. She stood again, and turned around, playfully pushing Nyra's seeking hands away. She leaned her head against Nyra's shoulders and kissed the blushing cheek near her lips. "No touching except to resoap me," she whispered huskily, as she flexed her buttocks against Nyra's center.
Nyra
19 years ago
Head spinning, skin tingling, and muscles quivering in arousal Nyra could only revel in the teasing touches and kisses. Somehow she found the soap, intent upon turning the goddess in her arms into the same state as she found herself. With slick hands she roamed randomly all over the flesh within reach. Keeping Connie's back pressed tightly to her front all the while.
Her hands carressed frimly, moving with gentle strokes across her lover's abdomen, chest and arms. Light fingertips played along every curve, delicately frolicking along the hills and rounds of Connie's breasts, shoulders and hips. Finally, covered in suds her naughty fingers began a full on assault. Pinching the beautiful nipples that Nyra could only feel, not see. Seeking out hidden valleys and damp grottos, they were quick and sure. Moving forcefully, intent upon causing her lover to peak.
The suds were washed away quickly by the water streaming down on both of them but their slickness was fun while it lasted. Knowing how irritating some soaps could be on delicate skin, Nyra took the shower head and directed it upon them. With concentrated bursts, she deliberately washed and stimulated the raven haired beauty in her arms.
Briefly she worried about the amount of hot water they were using up. Weather this was about conserving it or if there would be enough for her to get clean she couldnt decide but figured it was unimportant for now.
Her hands carressed frimly, moving with gentle strokes across her lover's abdomen, chest and arms. Light fingertips played along every curve, delicately frolicking along the hills and rounds of Connie's breasts, shoulders and hips. Finally, covered in suds her naughty fingers began a full on assault. Pinching the beautiful nipples that Nyra could only feel, not see. Seeking out hidden valleys and damp grottos, they were quick and sure. Moving forcefully, intent upon causing her lover to peak.
The suds were washed away quickly by the water streaming down on both of them but their slickness was fun while it lasted. Knowing how irritating some soaps could be on delicate skin, Nyra took the shower head and directed it upon them. With concentrated bursts, she deliberately washed and stimulated the raven haired beauty in her arms.
Briefly she worried about the amount of hot water they were using up. Weather this was about conserving it or if there would be enough for her to get clean she couldnt decide but figured it was unimportant for now.
Connie
19 years ago
Connie gasped as the shorter woman played her fingers and hands all about her, then voiced a quiet "Oh!" as the forceful jets of the removable showerhead pressed into her molten heat from below. "If we don't wash quickly, we'll spend all day in here, and while I don't mind, the hot water won't quite last that long, and we'll turn into prunes," she whispered into Nyra's ear.
She reached out and took the hose from Nyra, and turned down the water, keeping the same relative temperature, as she slid, catlike, around and behind the artist, and repeated her rolling, gyrating, sliding against her lover's backside. Freeing the soap from those delicate hands, she lathered her hands, then duplicated the firm caresses, sure strokes, and confident touches Nyra had treated her to a moment or three ago. She turned the water back up, and brought the head to bear upon Nyra's flesh, her palms sluicing the suds from her, and teasing more than a little. Her arms were beneath Nyra's, holding her close and ready to support her. As her fingers dipped between Nyra's folds, those firm arms came up, her gentle artist's hands latching into her hair, cradling her head. She nibbled upon the tattooed left earlobe, breathily requesting, "Climax for me, mah Sunny one."
She reached out and took the hose from Nyra, and turned down the water, keeping the same relative temperature, as she slid, catlike, around and behind the artist, and repeated her rolling, gyrating, sliding against her lover's backside. Freeing the soap from those delicate hands, she lathered her hands, then duplicated the firm caresses, sure strokes, and confident touches Nyra had treated her to a moment or three ago. She turned the water back up, and brought the head to bear upon Nyra's flesh, her palms sluicing the suds from her, and teasing more than a little. Her arms were beneath Nyra's, holding her close and ready to support her. As her fingers dipped between Nyra's folds, those firm arms came up, her gentle artist's hands latching into her hair, cradling her head. She nibbled upon the tattooed left earlobe, breathily requesting, "Climax for me, mah Sunny one."
Nyra
19 years ago
Nyra needed no encouragement but the warm breath and nibbles on her ear pushed her over the edge. She trembled and quaked with pleasure, eyes closed and mouth open in a silent whine of completion. Thankfully Connie helped her stay upright somehow.
She floated in a blissfull state while her lover finished rinsing them both and got them dry. All Nyra could do was quiver and moan 'mmmmmmm' every now and then. Finally she recovered enough, to hug the goddess to her firmly. They shared a long kiss with more feeling than fire.
Pulling away slightly she looked into those smokey eyes, smiling. "So, what would you like to do this fine day?"
She floated in a blissfull state while her lover finished rinsing them both and got them dry. All Nyra could do was quiver and moan 'mmmmmmm' every now and then. Finally she recovered enough, to hug the goddess to her firmly. They shared a long kiss with more feeling than fire.
Pulling away slightly she looked into those smokey eyes, smiling. "So, what would you like to do this fine day?"
Connie
19 years ago
"Ah've got a bit of a shopping list around here that needs to be cleared of items so's mah new apartment works more like an actual living space than a hotel room. It'd be nahce to be living out of closets and drawers insteada mah suitcase." She tilted her head, her still-damp raven locks brushing against her nose. She reached for Nyra's hand and gently bonked herself in the forehead with it. "We should get dressed, before we start enjoying ourselves silly."
Nyra
19 years ago
Laughingly, Nyra gathered up her discarded clothing. "Yes, clothes are generally required to shop."
Putting on her smock one more time and holding her rumpled clothes from yesterday. "Meet me out front? Say 10 minutes."
Putting on her smock one more time and holding her rumpled clothes from yesterday. "Meet me out front? Say 10 minutes."
Connie
19 years ago
"That's fine." Connie leaned forward, her hands rising to cup Nyra's face. She placed a tender kiss against the artist's lips, then smiled, and lightly swatted her bottom. "Go on. We're taking my car though."
Connie watched with muted desire as Nyra returned to her apartment... Her neighbor stopped at the door, turned, and wiggled her fingers in a cutesy wave. Giggling as the door closed, Connie blew her a kiss.
Turning to the completely mussed, freshly christened bed, she whipped the sheets off onto the floor, leaving the quilt and pillow.
She virtually skipped to the suitcase lying against the stairs to the office-loft - "It's not really an office yet, Stone." - and quickly selected a grey cami, matching baggy pants, soft pink boy shorts and bra, and dug out her strappy low walking sandals. Quickly dressing, she brushed her hair out again. "Still damp," she mumbled to herself as she stroked her deodorant under her bare arms and applied some light pink lip gloss.
With four minutes remaining she looked frantically about for her purse, keys, and the shopping list she created the day before. Perusing it quickly, she added the last few items.
Modular closet, under-bed storage drawers, throw pillow to match the quilt, bed pillows, slippers, alarm clock... "I gotta be fergettin' somethin', but darned if I could figger out what."
She dug back into the suitcase one more time and brought out a short white jacket, with elbow-length sleeves. "Might as well wear the white before Labor Day," she commented to herself. She jumped back into the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth. Morning fuzz just wasn't fun when sharing a kiss with one's lover.
Picking up the list, a couple extra pens, her purse and keys, she stepped out into the hall and locked her apartment behind her.
Nyra exited her apartment, and locked her own door. Smiling at each other, they stepped down the stairs, arm-in-arm, and walked to Connie's little blue Saturn. Connie opened the door for Nyra, giving the younger woman a kiss on her cheek before letting her sit. Leaning into the door for a moment, she whispered, "You look great. Clothes or not." With a wink, she closed the door and got in the driver's side.
Connie watched with muted desire as Nyra returned to her apartment... Her neighbor stopped at the door, turned, and wiggled her fingers in a cutesy wave. Giggling as the door closed, Connie blew her a kiss.
Turning to the completely mussed, freshly christened bed, she whipped the sheets off onto the floor, leaving the quilt and pillow.
She virtually skipped to the suitcase lying against the stairs to the office-loft - "It's not really an office yet, Stone." - and quickly selected a grey cami, matching baggy pants, soft pink boy shorts and bra, and dug out her strappy low walking sandals. Quickly dressing, she brushed her hair out again. "Still damp," she mumbled to herself as she stroked her deodorant under her bare arms and applied some light pink lip gloss.
With four minutes remaining she looked frantically about for her purse, keys, and the shopping list she created the day before. Perusing it quickly, she added the last few items.
Modular closet, under-bed storage drawers, throw pillow to match the quilt, bed pillows, slippers, alarm clock... "I gotta be fergettin' somethin', but darned if I could figger out what."
She dug back into the suitcase one more time and brought out a short white jacket, with elbow-length sleeves. "Might as well wear the white before Labor Day," she commented to herself. She jumped back into the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth. Morning fuzz just wasn't fun when sharing a kiss with one's lover.
Picking up the list, a couple extra pens, her purse and keys, she stepped out into the hall and locked her apartment behind her.
Nyra exited her apartment, and locked her own door. Smiling at each other, they stepped down the stairs, arm-in-arm, and walked to Connie's little blue Saturn. Connie opened the door for Nyra, giving the younger woman a kiss on her cheek before letting her sit. Leaning into the door for a moment, she whispered, "You look great. Clothes or not." With a wink, she closed the door and got in the driver's side.
Nyra
19 years ago
Once inside her studio she glanced out the overcast skies outside the uncovered windows. Bleh! No sunlight to lay Connie in to paint her. Maybe tomorrow.
She jumped into her fast 'getting ready' routine. Fast teeth brushing, smeared on moisturizer, swift brush of the hair and rolled the deoderant on. Standing naked in front of her closet she wondered just what to wear. Finally she plucked out a casual pink and yellow broomstick skirt and the matching tunic she had made herself, yellow with pink embroidery along the edges.
She slipped into her flats and grabbed up her backpack. The bag was suspiciously light so she ransacked the loft looking for her wallet, keys, art pad and paper. Stepping into the stairwell, she watched her lover exit her loft. They each locked their doors and went down to Connie's Saturn.
Nyra blushed at the kiss and comment but smiled happily as she arranged herself in the car.
"To the mall!"
((ooc: Nyra & Connie out. Please lock))
She jumped into her fast 'getting ready' routine. Fast teeth brushing, smeared on moisturizer, swift brush of the hair and rolled the deoderant on. Standing naked in front of her closet she wondered just what to wear. Finally she plucked out a casual pink and yellow broomstick skirt and the matching tunic she had made herself, yellow with pink embroidery along the edges.
She slipped into her flats and grabbed up her backpack. The bag was suspiciously light so she ransacked the loft looking for her wallet, keys, art pad and paper. Stepping into the stairwell, she watched her lover exit her loft. They each locked their doors and went down to Connie's Saturn.
Nyra blushed at the kiss and comment but smiled happily as she arranged herself in the car.
"To the mall!"
((ooc: Nyra & Connie out. Please lock))