Silly woman. I was teasing you.
Who: Clarice and Illyana What: miscommunication leads to hurt When: 6/6 Where: All over the place Status: complte Rating: R for nudity
Illyana popped out of a stepping disk and leaped at Clarice, naked as the day she had been born, waggling her eyebrows as he pounced her lover with kisses and gropes. She was feeling a little silly. Maybe. Life had been odd lately, and she was dreaming again. And she was not entirely sure she liked that. She felt like she was gathering in energy, in life. And preparing for something. Hence her weird mood of the day. And her desire, all too real, for life affirmation.
Clarice laughed, wrapping her arms around Illyana and making a joyful, almost girlish sound. “Illyana!”
“Clarice!” Kissing was done and hugging and stroking of her love everywhere. “I love you.” Her voice sang with the desire, pure and simple, not lust but sheer unadulterated love. This woman inspired her.
“I love you too.” The pink woman sounded breathless. She kissed Illyana back and gave a soft, pleased groan. Being anywhere near Illyana was like putting her into a permanent aroused mode, but sometimes it was nice just to touch her.
Illyana snuggled Clarice close, hands sliding down to plant on her rear, pulling her as close to her as she could. “Thank you for being amazing, dear one. You make me feel so much better than I have ever felt before.”
It was as close as two human bodies could get without actually merging, and Clarice was very happy with it. “I think I like being amazing.” Her green eyes glowed brightly, and she cupped Illyana’s.... face.
Illyana nuzzled her hand and kissed it, then smiled softly. “I am glad. I do not think you can be otherwise.” She wiggled against her love, eyes warm, loving, lustful. “Being with you, living with you, is... it’s perfect.”
Clarice liked when Illyana got like this. The darkness seemed to fade from the Russian girl, and all that was left was the light and the joy of living that she’d fallen in love with. “Only perfect? Is there something better than perfect?”
Illyana snorted. “No. You are perfect for me. What else is there, yes?” She kissed her love and snuggled close, just holding on to her lovingly. It felt like the world was hope and love and life. And sex. yes, that too. One hand swatted her love’s rump.
“Mm. I think you just want to have sex?” Clarice was teasing her. She didn’t mind, and she knew it was more than sex.
“Hey now! I always want to have sex with you, beautiful. But I love you.” She snuggled close and then tweaked her nose. Hmmph.
“Love making then?” Clarice flipped them suddenly and pinned Illyana to the floor.
Illyana groaned. “Acc-acceptable.” She writhed under Clarice, giving token resistance, but her face showed the pleasure she got from being held down by her lover.
Clarice grinned, toothily and happily, then leaned in to give Illyana a hickey, right in a visible spot on her neck.
Illyana groaned, bucking under Clarice, shuddering with desire as pleasure shot from that spot right to her pussy. “mmmn yes.”
Clarice did it again, on another spot. Then her shoulder, then a breast, a hip, a thigh. By the time she was done Illyana had a dozen marks on her body.
And by then, Illyana was a writhing sexually excited woman. She begged and pleaded for more.
More wasn’t forthcoming. Clarice sat on her haunches, smirking at Illyana. “Catch me if you can.” And then she ported away.
Illyana blinked, and sat up, then facepalmed. “Only my love.” A stepping disk enveloped her and she started popping from place to place, through the house, the outsides, the hollywood sign(startling one young couple with her nakedness), and even the beach briefly, before stepping back to the room.
Clarice was waiting on the bed, lounging and playing idly with a toy. She gave her lover a smirk.
Illyana smirked and flopped next to her.”Now that I’ve had my exercise, I think I will take a nap.” She stuck out her tongue and flopped over more.
“Fine.” Clarice shrugged her shoulder and then resumed playing with the toy, like Illyana wasn’t even there.
Illyana blinked, then shrugged and rolled over, pulling the cover over her as she went. Well,m that sucked. She closed her eyes, feeling down.
She stared at Illyana’s shoulder, then smacked her in the butt with the toy. “You’re supposed to play along!” She pounced in top of Illyana and nipped at her ear. “Silly woman. I was teasing you.”
Illyana rounded on her, growling, then sighed. “I have no idea what game you are playing, silly woman. I have no idea what you want. A game is only fun if both sides know the rules ahead of time. Otherwise it feels an awful lot like being snubbed or jerked around by your love.” She spoke the words simply, and stressed each one, her irritation and hurt showing through.
Clarice's face fell, and she sat back on her haunches, staring at Illyana. Her voice was a little shakey. "I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean...I was trying to play hard to get. I thought you would pounce me when you saw me in bed. I was trying to be enticing and exciting."
Illyana sighed and reached out for Clarice. “Dear, I love you. You invited me to life affirming actions, ported off in the middle, and when i found you, you were sitting idly playing with a toy and pretty much ignoring me. It didn’t feel like hard to get. It felt like being sidelined.” Illyana poked her love and shook her head. “This is why communication is needed. Games only work if both sides understand.”
She hung her head, feeling awful. She’d thought she’d invited Illyana into a game by asking her to catch her. “I wasn’t ignoring you, I was expecting.... I’m sorry. I guess I take you for granted sometimes.”
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. We merely miscommunicated. It happens, yes?” She drew Clarice into her embrace and kissed her lips, her cheeks, and her nose. “You don’t take me for granted love. I know this.” Well, she hoped this, anyway.
“Still feels like I did,” she replied, sighing. “I really was trying to … I don’t know, it doesn’t matter.” She hugged Illyana.
“I’m sorry I did not understand.” Illyana kissed Clarice, softly. “Next time I will?” She wanted her love to realize she was not opposed to games, but that they needed to understand them, then Illyana would gleefully play them.
Clarice kissed her back. She swallowed her dismay, knowing that Illyana was the one that deserved to feel hurt. “I’m sorry. How can I make it better?”
Illyana just wished she had understood now, and felt very bad. “You already have, Clarice. You didn’t do anything wrong. We just miscommunicated.” She smiled softly and held open her arms to her love. “Just kiss me?” She looked at Clarice and smiled hopefully. She did not know how to make it better either, and wished she did.
Cupping Illyana’s face, Clarice leaned in and kissed her. She wanted to make it better. She didn’t want Illyana to feel bad about something that wasn’t her fault.
Illyana kissed her back, arms sliding around her, the tenderness of it getting her heart beating. Illyana really loved roughness, but... sometimes,she also loved tenderness, especially as a contrast.
She nuzzled at her, and kissed her, and held Illyana tenderly. Clarice was terrified of chasing her away, or losing her. It would break her heart.
Illyana nuzzled back, kissing and touching clarice everywhere. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was in love and not about to lose the woman she had crossed death for.
Clarice pulled Illyana down, gently caressing and softly kissing and holding her tight. It didn’t seem right, at least not yet, to let things heat up. For now she was content to apologize with her kisses.
Illyana was fine with that and kissed back and snuggled against her love. This would be okay, she knew, eventually. For now, she snuggled and kissed, and let all else go.