Gwenog and Marietta
Marietta relished the kiss. She hadn't been kissed as a woman deserved since she could remember. The way her body screamed for more wasn't a sensation she often experienced. She could identify each chill bump as it formed on her arms. There was a sudden awareness of the air blowing through the building as it caressed the exposed parts of her skin.
When the kiss broke she couldn't stifle the whimper of desire that escaped her. "More," she breathed out pressing herself against the other woman so that she was acutely aware of the leg that had worked its way between her's earlier.