It was an odd shift, Desponia taking control of the Mysteries, moving Demeter along rather than the other way around. It soothed something within her though, allowing her to enjoy the touch rather than feel guilt at forcing it on her daughter. "Yes Daughter," she complied, kissing further down her neck, her hands moving to Desponia's hips, gripping them somewhat firmly, her thumbs brushing over the fabric of the panties.
It was only a moment before she hooked her thumbs and tugged the dingy article down from the slender hips. As she moved lower her lips dragged over the soft pale skin. There was a part of her- a part that was very much influenced by Alice- that was shocked at her actions or their ease. I'm not gay, she kept thinking. And yet they seemed like the most natural of motions, a near worshiping of the girl which, for most purposes, she had only met once before. It's not the first time you've felt this way, she whispered back to herself, mentally. She thought of Saturday and the attraction that she had felt to the woman. If she was honest it wasn't purely personality and friendship.
Deciding it was too much to think about she pushed it aside as she trailed kisses below Desponia's breast and down the soft, barely-there swell of her abdomen.