(ง •̀_•́)ง (ember_celica) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-03-06 18:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, evie frye, yang xiao long |
I really wanted to wallow
Who: Yang and Evie
What: A peptalk and snogging
When: Late Feb
Where: Evie's
status: complete
Rating: R
After Yang said yes to her invitation to come over and talk, Evie went about straightening up her flat. It wasn’t messy in the least, but she still did some cleaning, mostly dusting and a little vacuuming. Most of what she did was move her work-related things to her office room. It wasn’t necessarily classified stuff, but she still put it all away in the event Yang wanted a short tour around Evie’s apartment. It was a one bedroom one, but it had some room to it. It didn’t feel closed in.
Luckily Evie was still dressed, so she didn’t have to change clothes. Nevertheless, she did check herself in a mirror to straighten her clothes and brush her hair out to make it look nice. Other than that, she simply waited for Yang to arrive.
Yang hadn’t been in someone else’s apartment in awhile. And those were just friends. But Evie was just a friend too. Except Yang had a bit of a huge crush.
So she pulled on a nice, very, very low cut tank top and took the bus, not wanting to bother the others. With her new dreams, so far, she didn’t want to spend the money on that special device for her arm.
She walked down the street, looking for Evie’s place, and then headed up to the door and knocked.
Some might think that this was a big step, and perhaps to Evie it was. She hadn’t exactly had many people over to her flat. Actually, Yang was the first in a long time. At hearing the knock, Evie got up and opened the door, greeting her with a smile. “Please, come in,” she invited, moving out of the way so Yang could come in.
All in all, it was modest in decoration. It seemed to be an odd blend of contemporary and ‘old world.’ Evie wasn’t certain if the inflection of a 19th century feel in the furniture was because of her dreams or due to her always feeling like she belonged in a different era. Also, as to be expected, the living room had a bookcase that was completely filled with books. Evie had actually read them all, as well. Some more than once.
“Hey.” Yang tucked some hair behind her ear. Unusually, it was tied back in a pony tail. It was a bit of a dream influence, there. She wasn’t in that mental place, but she felt like it would be suiting right now.
The apartment was cute. Yang noticed the books and glanced over the titles. It was a nice selection. Though many people probably wouldn’t think of Yang as a well read type of person. “What’s your favorite?”
The books ranged from history and biographies to fiction. She even had some books about the military and modern warfare. “It’s difficult to choose, I enjoy them all for various reasons. Though I actually enjoy Charles Dickens’ writings quite a bit. Arthur Conan Doyle as well.” It would eventually become amusing to Evie considering both authors would cross her path in the dreams. “And then the romantic in me can’t possibly get away with not mentioning my undying love for Jane Austen.” Though really, who didn’t like Jane Austen?
“Ever see Pride and Prejudice and Zombies?” Yang asked. It didn’t answer if she’d read any of those books or not or seen any related movies. She hip checked Evie. “So you’re a closet romantic huh? Just Jane Austen or do you have a secret stash of bodice rippers?”
“Yes, actually. I enjoyed it.” Evie did give Jane Austen spoofs or alternate versions of those tales a chance. At the hip check, she stumbled a step before recovering, not having expected that. At the questions, her cheeks flushed a bit. “Not just Jane Austen, but I don’t precisely have any so-called bodice rippers.”
“Really? You look like a bodice ripper.” Yang reached over to steady her, then trailed her finger down the front of Evie’s chest. “Or like you’d enjoy a little ripping.”
“I do?” Evie asked, her voice almost squeaking. She cleared her throat, shivering a little at Yang’s finger on her chest. “It’s the accent, isn’t it?” She didn’t have an upper class accent, but Evie was well aware some people found English accents to be really hot.
“It’s the accent,” Yang assured her. She rested her hand at Evie’s hip. “We should get one and do like, a reading.”
Because listening to Evie read a romance novel would be amazing.
Yang had completely forgotten why she was over, feeling leagues better just being here.
Evie licked her lips a bit, suddenly feeling warm. She took a breath and tried to keep herself under control. “What, reading it out loud?” She asked, blinking in surprise. Yang wasn’t the only one who forgot why she’d come over in the first place. Evie suddenly found herself fumbling for words. And Yang’s hand on her hip only added to her feeling warm.
It was too much fun. Evie seemed to blush with every other word and the closer Yang got the more blush she seemed to be. “Yeah.” Yang affected an accent, “Adeline’s chest heaved as Gerard’s hands firmly grasped at her buxom bosom. With preternatural strength he tore the fabric asunder to reveal pale glistening skin.”
The blushing only seemed to accentuate the freckles across her nose and cheekbones. And the blushing only got more intense at Yang’s words and proximity to her. “That’s, uh, something,” she mumbled. And to think the bad ass master Assassin Evie Frye was felled by sexual overtones and ripping bodices. It was probably for the best that she wasn’t currently wearing a bodice. Though she did have one in her closet thanks to her dreams giving her the gift of her Assassin outfit.
“I should wear a bodice sometime. With a corset and everything.” Though on Yang, a corset would probably cause an accident or minor disaster. She folded her arm under her chest as if to accentuate it, and gave Evie a grin. “I’m feeling a lot better now.”
“Oh bloody hell,” she muttered under her breath. The sight of Yang in a corset would possibly be the death of Evie. All of that cleavage… She shook her head slightly to try and get that image out of the forefront of her mind, but that was far, far easier said than done. She managed a smile as the topic changed a bit. “Good, I’m glad. Can I get you anything to drink or something?” Falling into the role of hostess would hopefully allow her to calm down a bit and actually be able to hold intelligent conversation.
“Some water sounds good.” Yang moved around the couch and took a seat, following Evie with her eyes. Despite her flirting she was incredibly shy and nervous. “Thanks, by the way. For letting me come over. I needed some space from my bedroom. You know?”
Nodding, Evie went to grab them both some water. Bringing it back, she handed one to Yang before she sat down. Evie also felt a bit shy at this point, not really knowing how to proceed, but she’d just go with the flow of conversation and see what happened. She wouldn’t flail prematurely! “I understand, and you’re welcome. Sometimes it helps to just get out for a bit. I know it’s not the same, but I had some difficulty transitioning back to normal life after I came back from tour in Afghanistan. Getting out of the house tended to be the best thing for me on my worst days.”
Evie didn’t suffer any PTSD or anything of the sort, but the transition from being in a war zone to being in a peaceful one had been hard. It’s why she’d gone back to live with her father, he understood that mentality and he had helped her process it.
Yang nodded, and turned the glass around in her hand. “Sometimes I still...react badly. To noise or whatever. In my dreams I dropped a glass and it broke, and I flashed back to Adam cutting my arm off. It’s not as bad here, but it still happens some time. Which is kinda stupid, it’s not at all the same sound as a sword.”
Evie nodded a bit in understanding. “I think it will be that way for a while. You went through a trauma, and it will take time and work to completely get through it. Until then, figure out what noises trigger you and find ways to deal with them. And remember that you aren’t alone here. You have people who care about you and want to help you when they can.”
“Thanks. It helps. Even though I have to ignore the urge to make people leave me alone.” This was a depressing conversation. Yang glanced at her arm. “I’m scared of what the dream arm means.”
It was depressing, but perhaps it was one that Yang needed to have. Evie was more than happy to give it to her. She’d had similar ones with a couple friends who had served with her in Afghanistan but had not been so lucky on keeping all of their limbs. “How do you mean?” Evie asked carefully, knowing it was probably difficult for Yang to put these things into words. Luckily for Yang, Evie was patient.
Yang scooted closer to Evie, wanting to be closer for a variety of reasons. “I don’t know if it means I haven’t accepted what happened to me. Or if it means I’m really accepting it. I don’t want to have to rely on it, or hope for something I might not get.”
Evie reached up and set a hand on Yang’s shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze before simply leaving it there. “With these dreams, anything is possible, right? Maybe you’ll get it in the future, maybe not. And if you don’t, maybe there’s someone here who could build you a similar one if it turns out that you do want it.” She gave Yang a little smile. “Though I think it is a sign that you are accepting what happened to you. If you weren’t, you would probably still be having a lot of visible problems with it.”
Leaning into the touch, Yang willed Evie to come closer. She needed the closeness, the contact. There was a lot to like about Evie and she made Yang feel normal. That was important to her.
“Maybe. I guess we’ll see?”
Luckily for Yang, Evie was good at reading body language, so when Yang leaned into her touch, Evie shifted closer and put her arm around her shoulders. “We will, though I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. I know we haven’t known each other all that long, but I have seen people deal with similar injuries. I have seen it break someone. He couldn’t deal with it, and even years after the fact, he still has horrible issues dealing with things. You may still have your hang ups with your injury, but that’s completely okay. It only means that you’re human, but the fact that you are doing as well as you are is a testament to your strength and your will to work through it. Not everyone has that.”
“I didn’t let it break me,” Yang said, a little forcibly. She leaned against Evie, resting her hand on Evie’s knee. “I could have. Especially those first few weeks I wanted to just give up.”
She’d forever owe Li for not letting her fall apart. But she still felt guilty. “My friends helped me out so much. Probably more than they needed to. I still feel a little guilty.”
She liked hearing that force in Yang’s voice. It only solidified the fact that Yang was strong and could get through this. “Don’t feel guilty. It’s times like those where you learn who your real friends are. The ones that really care will go as far as it takes to help, to do everything they can to pull you back up. Clearly they care about you enough to not let you wallow. They wanted to see you back in the world. And you do know if they hadn’t done that, we probably wouldn’t have met.”
“I really wanted to wallow,” Yang admitted. And she had, for months. But bit by bit, she’d gotten motivated, and stronger. She’d always owe Li a little for that push. “But I don’t think it’s in me to wallow forever.”
Her hand moved farther up Evie’s leg. “...thanks.”
“Good because I like seeing you smile and enjoying life.” Evie said, squeezing Yang’s shoulders. She felt her hand moved further up her leg, but didn’t move to try to stop it. “And you’re welcome. I’m happy to be here for you.”
Yang’s eyes fell on a chess set, and she regarded it for a long moment.
“Evie,” she said, the name more like a question than a statement. It was also kind of a subject change but she had to talk about it. “Have you ever dated anyone before? I mean more than just..lunch or dinner.”
The question was a bit unexpected, though Evie knew it was probably one that would’ve been asked eventually. “Yes, but it’s been quite a while. I was sixteen the last time I dated, actually.” She felt a little embarrassed by how long it had been since she’d dated someone. “Have you?”
Yang darted her eyes. “Uh. No. Not really. A lunch date that wasn’t a date or two, but not real….not like dinner and a movie.” She wondered if this was a mistake, talking about this.
“Well then, that puts us on a level playing field,” Evie responded. Which it did. Evie had only really dated one person, and even that didn’t last all that long. Once she’d set her sights on enlisting in the military when she was old enough, she kind of dropped doing anything other than schoolwork and preparing herself for the military. “Do you want to? Date, I mean. Like more dinners and movies and such?”
“That would be awesome. We could go dancing too.” Yang liked dancing and not just clubbing in tight dresses. She actually knew how to waltz and she had before the whole dream thing had happened. “Or dancing.”
“As long as I don’t have to wear a dress, we could go dancing. There may be grumbling if I have to wear a dress.” Evie said with a chuckle. Oddly enough, she also knew how to waltz, but that was from her dream self. Her knowledge of ballroom dances carried over from them. Part of the whole ‘accomplished young ladies all knew how to dance’ mentality of the 19th Century.
“I don’t think my last dress would survive the dance floor, but I got a few outfits that would.” She made like she was looking Evie up and down. “Leather pants and a shirt you could almost fall out of.”
“Me in a shirt I could almost fall out of? That would have to be quite a skimpy top.” Evie wasn’t flat chested by any means, but she wasn’t in danger of falling out of any top unless the shirt was especially flimsy or skimpy to begin with.
“Pretty easy for me, isn’t it?” Yang patted her own chest. Like her arm, she was capable of joking about other features of her body. Except her hair. Her hair was no joke and never would be.
“Yes, yes it is. Which isn’t a bad thing! It just must make shopping for clothes problematic for you at times.” Finding something to fit Yang’s bust size and not be a complete tent on her was probably very difficult to achieve without alterations needing to be made.
“Oh, you have no idea.” Yang was thigh to thigh with Evie at this point, and she leaned against her. “Sometimes I see something really cool but it won’t fit at all. Which is disappointing.”
Evie didn’t mind the closeness. She still had her arm around Yang’s shoulders. “I can only imagine. Do you need clothes specially made? Or do you just get things altered?” She was genuinely curious. Not having the issue of being too busty, she didn’t know these things.
“What I don’t luck out on, I alter myself. Or used to. It’s a bit harder with only one arm. But my sister helps out with that. Though I had to get Ahsoka’s help with that dress.” She was still a little sore from the tape, but it had been worth it.
“That’s very good of your sister to do that.” Evie said with a nod. “That dress was a marvel. I mean, you looked really good in it, but I also was amazed at how well it, you know, held up.” Not that they’d gone and done anything strenuous like dancing or something where a wardrobe malfunction most likely would have happened. But still, it was needed.
“Much more and it wouldn’t have. But I think you’d have appreciated the show.” She grinned, hoping to make Evie turn red again through any means necessary. “I’d like to give you a show.”
Yang wanted Evie to turn red again, and she most certainly did turn red. “I...wouldn’t have minded the show…” She probably would’ve turned incredibly red and stopped breathing in the process, but she wouldn’t have minded the show in the least.
“Even if I made a boob of myself?” Yang moved suddenly, pulling Evie into her lap and stroking her hand down her cheek. They were both probably a little bit of a top, but Yang would save getting into Evie’s lap for something involving a dress or skirt. Just because.
“Technically, wouldn’t it be making two boobs of yourself?” Evie countered teasingly. Though further commentary was cut off when Yang suddenly pulled her onto her lap. This was a definite sudden change in things. She leaned into Yang’s touch before she leaned forward and kissed her, taking the initiative.
“Two boobs and an ass,” Yang murmured, just before their lips met. She hadn’t expected Evie to take the initiative, and she was both delighted and taken again. She grinned into the kiss, holding her arm around Evie. It was really hot when Evie took initiative.
She shifted a bit closer to Yang, sliding a hand up to her cheek. Evie’s other arm draped around Yang’s neck. Her heart was already pounding in her chest, and it only spurred her on to continue kissing Yang.
Hand rubbing up Evie’s back, Yang let the kiss deepen. Coming up for air seemed like a secondary concern when Evie was so warm and close and her lips so soft. She’d never kissed anyone so long before and she never wanted to stop.
Evie groaned softly as the kiss deepened. It had been entirely too long since she’d ever kissed anyone like this. She didn’t want to break contact with Yang’s lips, but there came a point when air was definitely needed. When that point was reached, she reluctantly broke the kiss, though she didn’t pull back very far as she took a couple breaths, a smile on her face.
Groaning, Yang tried to follow Evie’s lips with her own, instead burying her nose against her throat. She breathed heavily, eyes fluttering as she fought a wave of dizziness. “Wow. That really is the second best thing you can do with lips.”
They’d kissed before, but not like this.
Closing her eyes, she shivered lightly when Yang buried her nose against her throat. “Agreed,” she responded, slipping both arms around Yang’s neck. Her fingers brushed against the skin on the back of Yang’s neck.
“The third is smiling,” Yang whispered, leaving the first up to Evie’s imagination. She shivered at the fingers on her neck, and they seemed to make her skin light up with sensitivity. So she kissed Evie’s throat.
Evie had a very good idea of what the first one was. It made butterflies come alive in her stomach. The kiss to her throat sent a shiver through her again, and it only made the butterflies intensify. “I like both of those,” she answered softly as she tilted her chin up, exposing more of her throat to Yang. Her finger tips continued to stroke along Yang’s neck.
The touch on her neck sent sparks down Yang's spin, and her throat kissing started to involve a little more teeth than just moments ago. "I like it when you smile too. It's really pretty."
She groaned again as she felt teeth on her neck as well. It sent electricity through her and she pulled Yang’s head a little closer to her. “Thank you. I like your smile, too.” Her heart was definitely beating faster in her chest now.
“Better to smile than not to.” Yang’s eyes were closed, and she was almost trembling as she willed Evie’s finger to move down her spine. She bit down a little harder and sucked.
The harder bite and sucking made Evie moan softly. It sent a jolt through her body and left tingles in its wake. Evie kept one hand on Yang’s head while her other one started to slid down her back a bit.
Asking herself what she was actually doing, Yang left a trail of teeth mars down Evie’s throat, then followed them back and kissed each one. She rocked her body against Evie’s, very slowly and very hesitantly.
Evie groaned again, her body responding to Yang’s as she rocked her body against hers. This could get intensely heated rather quickly. Somewhere in the part of Evie’s brain that was still functioning, she wondered if they both were ready to get hot and heavy, as it were. But instead of asking just yet, Evie wanted another kiss, so she tilted Yang’s chin up and kissed her deeply, this time with a little heat behind it as she pressed her body closer against Yang’s.
Yang was ready. Yang was ready. If she had her other hand it would be on a breast already. Her actual hand, however, had moved into Evie's hair as they kissed. Heat ignited in her stomach and Yang moaned almost pitifully.
It was definitely difficult to maintain coherent thought with this kiss. It seared through Evie and sent a wave of fire through her. Acting on instinct in this sort of situation was not second nature to her. Though she seemed to be doing an alright job thus far. Echoing Yang’s moan with a groan of her own, Evie broke the kiss. “Do you want to go further?” She asked breathlessly. Best to ask and ensure they were both on the same page, right? Right.
“F..further?” Yang stared at her as though she wasn’t quite comprehending. “Oh. OH.”
Nervous laughter filtered through her mouth and she leaned her forehead against Evie’s. “Really?” Oh, did she want to. “This isn’t how I was planning. I mean how I expected. I mean….”
Foot in mouth.
Oh, Yang was intensely adorable. She gently caressed Yang’s cheek as she leaned her forehead against her own. A warm smile crossed her face. “Yes, really. Though for that we should probably move to my bedroom.” It was better in a bed at any rate. Though Yang wasn’t the only one nervous about this, Evie was just one to keep nerves buried deep inside. Side effect of being in the military.
So this was a thing. That was happening. Yang tried to not hyperventilate. She'd had dreams of a sexy dress and making the dress go 'foomph' hitting the ground and Evie's jaw dropping. And making Evie blush more. Swallowing her nerves, Yang stood suddenly, lifting Evie up with almost no effort. "Which way?"
Evie was surprised by Yang suddenly standing up and lifting her so easily. She hadn’t expected Yang to be nearly that strong. Not that Evie was overly heavy, but she had good muscle weight on her. Her stomach leapt into her throat at the sudden shift, but she recovered quickly. “That way, then left and the room at the end of the hall,” she said gesturing in the right direction before she threaded her arms around Yang’s neck and wrapping her legs around her waist.
Praying she didn’t trip and fall, Yang carried Evie to her bedroom. Luckily the door was already open. It must be nice to live alone for that reason alone! Something Yang was very unfamiliar with. Enough that she closed the door with her foot anyway. She nuzzled Evie’s neck, nerves making her stumble a bit so that they fell onto the bed together.
Living alone was unfamiliar to Evie as well. She’d always shared a place with her brother when she wasn’t living with her father. It was just another thing that made her feel off-balance sometimes in not having her twin brother around. Evie’s room was neat and orderly, just like the rest of the apartment. And like the living room, there was an old world feel to the bedroom as well.
When Yang stumbled, she naturally clung onto Yang tighter, and the blonde came down on top of her. Evie might’ve been crushed a little under Yang’s breasts, but it was a nice death at any rate! Though she quickly got her ability to breathe back and that’s when she came to better notice how close their bodies were. She gazed up at Yang, moving a hand to caress her cheek before she leaned in and kissed her again, some nerves and butterflies playing on her as well.
“Sorry, I...oh…” This, so far, wasn’t an outright disaster. Yang returned the kiss as butterflies went to battle in her stomach. Evie was into her. Despite her arm and despite her puns and everything, she was into her. It was enough to make her feel heady, which only made her more nervous. She was torn between stopping it, and seeing where it went, and the latter won out for now.
There were nerves on Evie’s part as well. Though she would definitely stop if Yang wanted to stop. Even if they didn’t go all the way, as the saying went, Evie made it pretty clear that she was definitely into Yang. And Yang was clearly into her. She continued kissing her, her hands trailing slowly along Yang’s back. She didn’t yet dare tease her fingers under the hem of Yang’s shirt, but she did take in the feel of her back and her weight on top of her.
A little moan escaped Yang’s mouth as Evie’s hands left fire in their wake. She rolled onto her right side, throwing one leg over Evie’s and digging her fingers into Evie’s shoulder. She tried to use both arm and leg to pull Evie closer. She didn’t know what exactly they were to each other, but this was a lot of fun.
She groaned and pressed herself against Yang as tightly as she could. She trailed a hand along Yang’s side, then over her hip and along the leg that was over her own. Her other hand continued to trail along Yang’s back, finally moving down to the hem of her shirt, and her finger tips just barely slipped inside the shirt and brushed against the warm skin there.
Yang made a sound, a bit like a cross between a sigh and a groan. Evie’s fingers were warm and inviting and unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Though she had a vivid imagination, having a beautiful woman touch her back was a lot better than she’d fantasized about. She broke the kiss, staring at Evie as her lilac eyes were dark enough to be royal.
Evie’s breath caught in her throat at the contact with Yang’s skin. She gazed back into Yang’s eyes, the dark royal color sending another wave of heat through her body. Evie’s own eyes seemed to shift color. While her eyes tended to appear blue more often than not, they were probably actually hazel in color. Currently, there seemed to be a larger hint of green within them, making them darker than normal. Suddenly, she wasn’t so certain about what came next, so she just let her fingers caress the skin of Yang’s back.
“Your eyes are beautiful,” she whispered without even realizing she’d said it outloud until the words were out of her mouth.
“I uhm… so are yours.” Yang shivered, trying to move her back into Evie’s touch, no matter which way her fingers went. She could potentially just live like that forever, it felt so good. She ducked her head in the heat of Evie’s gaze, face flushing.
Encouraged by the response to her touch, Evie kept it up, sliding her hands further up Yang’s back. It was intoxicating feeling how soft her skin was. She had to smile as Yang ducked her head. She pressed a kiss to the top of Yang’s head, keeping her body pulled close against hers.
Yang buried her face in Evie’s throat, trying to stay perfectly still sa though afraid that Evie would stop if she thought she was skittish. Not that Yang would ever, ever be skittish. That was impossible. She fluttered her lips against Evie’s skin and pressed into her.
She shivered slightly at the flutter of lips against her skin. Slowly, Evie started pulling Yang’s shirt up as her hands caressed her skin. She did it slowly, partly to keep things from going too quickly, partly so that if Yang wanted to stop her she could, and partly so Evie could ease herself into it as well. She didn’t exactly have much experience in this department, so she was sort of moving as Yang’s sounds and body dictated.
As Yang pressed into her, Evie decided to take a little chance and she rolled her hips against Yang’s. She also shifted her legs slightly, more firmly placing one between both of Yang’s. She was testing the waters, as it were.
Moving her arm, lifting it up so that Evie could pull her shirt up. She started to get stuck so she helped, then tossed the shirt off to the side. Her bra was practical, but not ugly, which was pretty hard to do for the kind she needed.
Yang was a little busy trying to lean in and kiss her when Evie rolled her hips. It sent a surge of electric desire through her body and the solidness of Evie’s leg between hers drew a moan from her lips.
Evie did mind the bra, her own was nothing special. However, she was a little distracted by all the skin now laid bare before her. And she may have been staring a bit at the cleavage. It was definitely a wonder, and it was a sight to admire.
With renewed vigor, her hands moved over the newly exposed skin, caressing and touching Yang. She was getting even more turned on now, and she found Yang’s lips again and kissed her again. This time there was an undeniable fire of desire in her kiss.
Yang decided then and there she needed one of those bras that would make her breasts kill a man. But then Evie was kissing her and there was fire. It ignited her own flame, and Evie’s hands stoked it. No wonder Ahsoka and Li couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, if it was half as good for them Yang never wanted to leave the bedroom. She pushed at Evie’s shirt, not wanting to rip it but wanting her to take the hint.
Evie more than took the hint. Before taking her own shirt off and without breaking the kiss, she pushed Yang onto her back and rolled on top of her. She shifted her legs so her knees were on either side of Yang’s. Breaking the kiss, she then sat up, straddling Yang and gazed down at her as she grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside. She had a simple, plain black bra on, but her breasts weren’t the only notable features on her torso. She was well muscled, though she was more lean than bulky in that department. She didn’t have much in the way of scars, though the couple she did have seemed to be minor wounds from bladed weapons. Those had shown up from her dreams. The life of an Assassin was not an easy one, even in the early stages.
“Is that better?” She asked with a bit of a smirk as she gazed down at Yang.
“Oh fuck.” Yang didn’t really curse. Sometimes but not that often. She even tended to use ‘gosh’ instead of ‘god’ half the time. So getting a ‘fuck’ out of her was an achievement. Yang didn’t have the words to describe how she felt. Like her loins were buzzing, like her skin was on fire, like Evie was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen in this world. Her hand went for Evie’s stomach, tracing her abs, and then a scar.
She stared up at Evie, wide-eyed, and not trusting her words anymore, just nodded.
She shivered as Yang traced her abs and a scar. With clothes on, she didn’t exactly look like a soldier, even if she was wearing her fatigues. But with her shirt off, it was easy to tell she was one. And she did exercise regularly as well.
At Yang’s nod, Evie smiled, then laid down over Yang, groaning a bit at the feeling of skin against skin. And, well, Yang’s breasts certainly were comfortable to lay on, but she was too busy with other things at the moment to really think about that. Her hands trailed up Yang’s sides, and her mouth went straight to her neck, pressing kisses along it with some flicks of her tongue against the skin there.
Shivering, Yang tilted her head back. Her pulse was pounding hard and loud enough that she was positive Evie could feel it through her tongue. Or even hear it. Her mouth hung open as she panted softly. Moving her hand, she slid it up Evie’s back, then down again, finally cupping her butt and squeezing. Oh. Yang liked butts.
“This is probably..obvious..but I’m...my carrier is virgin mobile.” That was a lame one, but she wasn’t thinking very well, considering she’d never gotten to first base before, let alone whatever base they were at right now.
She groaned as Yang squeezed her butt. Evie pressed her body closer against Yang’s. She added a few little nips in as her mouth worked its way along Yang’s neck. Her own heart was pounding, and she found her desire growing higher and higher with each passing moment.
At Yang’s statement, Evie somehow managed to not burst out laughing. She stifled it by latching onto a spot on Yang’s neck and sucking at it long enough to ensure that she wouldn’t burst into laughter the instant she pulled her mouth away. While the pun was hilarious, Evie didn’t think it was very appropriate to laugh about someone being a virgin. Finally detaching her mouth from Yang’s neck, she smiled.
“It’s alright, I’m not that experienced myself. I’ve actually only had sex twice...and it’s been a while since then.” Evie admitted as she shifted a bit and slid her hands up to Yang’s breasts, lightly caressing them through her bra.
“Only twice?” Yang sounded surprised at that admission. She figured men or girls would be falling all over themselves. Evie was smart and sexy and well built. Yang wasn’t a slouch herself, especially in her arms, but still.
“...aah…” She arched slightly into Evie’s hands. “If...if I tell you to stop… not that I want you to stop….?”
“Yeah, I got super focused on getting into the military and then my job afterwards to really care about dating or sex.” Evie admitted. She was proud of her choice and would never think she missed out on something because of it. She just had different priorities in life.
Until she’d met Yang.
“I will stop if you tell me to,” she responded as her hands slid over Yang’s breasts. “I respect you and I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with or ready for.”
“I hope I can get you to focus on me for a bit.” Yang’s breath caught in her throat and she writhed slightly under Evie’s hands. “And...thanks.”
She was genuinely grateful. Yang had needed to hear that, because she wasn’t sure how much farther she’d be able to go. She knew she wanted to, but she was…. Scared.
Though if Evie kept touching her like that, she’d get over being scared. “Enjoying … yourself?”
“You definitely have my focus,” she responded. There was nothing other than Yang in the here and now. And really, if Yang needed to stop, Evie wouldn’t mind or be disappointed in the least. She’d kind of gone against her instincts and plunged head-first into this with Yang, following her emotions instead of her head. She was acting more like her brother in that respect, acting without thinking.
She was getting a little more nervous now, wondering if she was doing this right. Evie tried to cover up the nerves by continuing to caress Yang’s breasts. “Yeah, yeah I am. I’ve got a lot of ground to cover,” she teased lightly, smirking a bit at Yang.
Yang laughed, arching her back again. “Gotta scale the mountains, huh?” Making fun of her own assets was definitely something Yang liked to do. Sometimes she thought about looking into reduction, but she had had her body altered enough so it was only ever out of curiosity. Though the relief on her back would be welcome.
“Yes I do. The view from the top will be amazing,” she said with a grin. Evie leaned in trailed her mouth along Yang’s chest as her hands got more confident in their caresses and she gave Yang’s breasts a squeeze.
Yang groaned. There was too much fabric between Evie’s hands and her skin still, but those lips were doing amazing things to her cleavage. She wasn’t going to be able to get her own bra off at this angle, so Evie would have to get the courage to.
To help inspire her, Yang ran her hand up Evie’s back and started unhooking that cute black bra.
Yang’s skin was soft and intoxicating, and the attempt to inspire Evie worked. She let Yang finish unhooking her bra before shifted her hand to undo Yang’s bra. That done, she sat up, letting her own bra slide off and she cast it aside, then she slid Yang’s off. And then promptly stared at Yang’s breasts. There may even be a bit of a blush on her cheeks.
“Hot damn,” she breathed as she took Yang’s appearance in.
The only thing that tore Yang’s gaze from her first up close look at breasts was Evie’s reaction to hers. The blush on her face was adorable and Yang relished it. Getting Evie to blush had become one of her favorite activities. Mouth dry, she whispered, “Gravity is going to suck for me eventually.”
She should… probably take this more seriously, that wasn’t sexy at all, and she winced. “Sorry.”
Evie didn’t mind the humor. In fact, it did help to keep her from focusing too much on her nerves, otherwise she’d probably not have gotten quite this far. She chuckled. “You could always just invest in corsets to help keep them defying gravity,” she responded as she trailed her hands up Yang’s sides, then over her chest and back to her breasts, taking in the feel of the skin as she caressed them again.
“Are you sure you don’t want me in a corset for your own benefit.” Yang let her hand roam down to Evie’s side, then across her chest. Breasts were soft. Of course she knew that but it was different when it was someone else’s.
Her breath caught again now that there was no fabric between her and Evie’s hands, and her eyes snapped shut. Yang felt like she needed a clever comment, but this was so intimate and her body was buzzing so loudly she couldn’t think of any.
“Well, maybe a bit,” Evie admitted, blushing again. She groaned at Yang’s touch, arching into it. Yang’s hand was leaving a trail of fire on her skin, and she felt like her body was buzzing. She rubbed her thumbs against Yang’s nipples, squeezing her breasts again.
“Gosh…” Yang let her eyes open. This was way better than doing it alone. She wanted to hear Evie groan (and it would distract her from the pulses shooting through her from Evie’s touch), so she mimiced what Evie had done to her.
She still remained utterly blown away that Evie wasn’t put off by her arm.
Honestly, Evie had completely forgotten about Yang’s arm. When she looked at her, she didn’t see a girl who had lost an arm, she just saw a girl. A very hot, funny girl who liked puns way more than should be legal. She groaned again, her eyes closing at Yang’s touch. God that felt amazing.
Gently, Yang pinched Evie’s nipple, judging her reaction and adjusting the pressure. Almost like she was dying of thirst, she kissed the top of her head, since Evie’s face was still hovering just below her clavicle. She was going to combust and they’d barely done anything. Unable to control herself, Yang rolled her hips under Evie and groaned.
She groaned as Yang pinched her nipple, pressing into the touch. God, that felt amazing. It sent a jolt through her body. Evie then got a bit daring and trailed her mouth lower, pressing kisses along Yang’s breasts until she got to a nipple, then she flicked her tongue against it. She groaned louder at feeling Yang’s hips roll under her, and she rolled her hips back against her.
Yang rolled her hips again in response to Evie’s, palming her breast as electric shocks shot through her. If she’d had doubts or fears, they’d faded as soon as that tongue had touched her. She moaned encouragingly. If sex was anything like a fight, encouraging sounds from the crowd could only help. Or the partner, in this case.
Encouraging sounds definitely helped. They made Evie more confident in what she was doing. So she continued doing it, though she did so more vigorously. She flicked her tongue against the nipple again before squeezing it between her teeth gently, testing the waters with that. Her thumb rubbed across Yang’s other nipple. Her other hand trailed along her side.
“Please...” Yang tilted her head back, breathing the word more as a request, than as a plea. She’d never been more turned on in her life. Yang moved her hand from Evie’s chest, sliding it up to her face and then the back of her head. Her nails dug into Evie’s scalp and she held her as a slow shudder ran through her.
She groaned at feeling Yang’s nails dig into her scalp. Taking the request to heart, she moved her mouth to Yang’s other breast while her hands moved to undo Yang’s pants. Once they were undone, Evie started to push them off of Yang’s hips.
That...hadn’t been what Yang had been requesting, but she went with it, lifting her hips up for Evie to remove her pants. She felt like she should be the one in charge, but she didn’t want to mess it up, and she was afraid of scaring Evie away.
Besides, she had no idea what she was doing. She only knew that she liked what she was doing.
Evie was only somewhat certain of what she was doing. She’d only fooled around with girls before, she hadn’t actually gone all the way with them. It had been a boyfriend of hers that she’d actually had sex with. Then she’d chosen her sense of duty over a relationship and broke up with him. However, she reacted to how Yang responded to what she was doing.
As she got Yang’s pants off, her mouth did trail down to her stomach. Her mouth then trailed back up between Yang’s breasts and found its way back to her own lips. Evie kissed her again as her hands trailed up the outside of Yang’s thighs.
Yang mumbled something into Evie’s mouth, tangling her fingers in her hair as she kissed her back. Her hips writhed, Evie’s fingers warm on her skin. They were rough, but the good kind of calloused and that only turned her on more. The downside to only one hand, she can’t touch Evie as much as she wanted to.
She groaned into Yang’s mouth, her hands moving over Yang’s skin, practically drinking it in. Evie then pulled her hands away only long enough to get her own pants off. It was only fair, but the feel of their bare legs touching sent a shudder through her.
Moving her hand down to Evie’s hips, Yang groaned into the kiss, and then whimpered into Evie’s mouth. But she held Evie’s hips against hers. They were naked, skin against skin, every inch of contact making Yang’s body sing. “Are we… sure about this?”
Evie groaned louder as Yang held Evie’s hips against hers. The feel of their bodies pressed together was sending electricity through her body. She felt intense desire, but she was still trying to think as rationally as she possibly could. “If you are, I am,” she said, looking at Yang. She wouldn’t go any further if Yang was still uncertain. Evie suddenly wondered if she’d be terrible at this.
Taking Evie’s hand, she moved it between her legs. She might regret it. She might not, but she wanted nothing more in this moment then to make love to Evie. Do the horizontal Yangarang Bangarang.
Though she’d save that joke for the afterglow.
That was all the answer she needed. Evie kissed Yang, deeper this time. She also wanted nothing more than to make love to Yang right now. She’d give it her all, wanting them both to have a highly enjoyable experience.
And she went about making certain of that.