2020-08-05 Luu on Top
Luu on Top
Location: Luu's Bedroom, Winters Retreat
Date and Time: July 05, 2020
Summary: They weren't supposed to be doing this
Mood Music: New Order - "Temptation"
Mature Content Warning: This log contains erotic undertones. They don't do it, but they get close.
"Just, just don't rush me," Luu says, putting out a Hello Kitty palm for emphasis, as she sits on the edge of her bed; dirty blonde hair swept up into a bun. Against the hard wood floor, her toes curl slightly, uncertain if they're trying to dig in or retreat; sparse leg hair revealed by high cuffed denim. "Look, like," she begins to say, her voice a mixture of hesitance and certainty, "I've done this before, of course, but -- right now I'm thinking about that first moment, and -- well -- that's obviously different from how it feels after, how it ends up looking." The straps of overalls hang loosely over her bare shoulders, moving with her body as her breath rises and falls, before she admits, "-- and honestly it's been awhile." A beat as she mutters, "fuck," realizing what she's about to do. That her words are only delaying the inevitable.
Closing her eyes, and taking a breath in, Luu reaches up and touches her own face. Her fingers falls softly and move slowly, they're motions are calming, but they're also studious. Trailing past her nose and cheek, her fingers briefly pull on her bottom lip, revealing a word; and yet at this moment that word can only be 'princess' to those that know her intimately. Opening her eyes, Luu tilts her head slightly to regard Jinny for a few tender moments, as she says softly, "thank you for being patient with me, for letting me take my time for -- " Luu reaches out to give Jinny's hand a gentle squeeze, as she adds, " -- for being here for this."
"Ok," Luu exhales definitely, letting go of Jinny's hand. Turning her head to the side, she looks into the mirror they had setup earlier. "Ok," she repeats, trying to psyche herself up, and knowing that the moment is approaching. The tops of her feet press against the floor, her big toes holding onto each other for dear life, her feet curled all the way back in nervous anticipation. Still staring into the mirror, she attaches the clips, and instantly gets goosebumps; though it's more the knowledge of what's about to happen than the feel of the cold metal on her flesh.
"OK, count to three?" Luu asks, with an almost pleading look on her face. "No, no, wait, no," she says frantically, puffing her cheeks as she slowly exhales, and bends forward.
"Fuck it," she says with sudden confidence as she straightens up, looks into the mirror and ... "Fuck!" she lets out loudly, before noting softly, "actually, that hurt a lot less than I remember." Looking back to Jinny, Luu wonders, "is it crooked?" But thanks to the wonders of Ars Conligationis, the metal needle that's just been jammed through her septum, is probably the straightest thing in the room right now.
"Ok," she says, a big grin coming to her face as the euphoria of her endorphins take charge, "besides the rollerskating, I also gotta remember not to let my piercing close up." Having made that mental note, Luu makes a deft exchange for a small metal ring, before putting the piercing needle and latex gloves off to the side by the mirror. Taking a triumphant breath, she lifts her arms way up, and collapses backwards onto the bed; an additional piercing accidentally revealed in the process.
Moral support? This is something Jinny definitely can do. She had spent time with friends getting tattoos, intimate piercings, and more than a few pregnancy tests, so by this point in her life, sitting with someone while they get something done to themselves is old hat. Going through ordeals is one of her instruments, and acting as a witness for someone else's ordeal is something that she marks as a great honor. What may seem like a minor ordeal for some is major one for others and, while Jinny does have a trio of piercings in each ear and a stud in her bellybutton, she had never toyed with the idea of a septum piercing. About the most daring piercing she'd consider would be a pair of barbells through each nipple, but that would require quite a bit of building up and, yes, more than likely someone there to hold her hand while it happened.
"I'm not going to rush you." Jinny says quietly, sitting cross-legged with Luu's feet nestled in the triangle made with her hips and legs, her hands resting on top of the exquisitely manicured toes. She's dressed similarly to Luu, albeit with her legs freshly shorn, as is her habit. A simple pair of shorts and a plain white t-shirt make up her outfit, her feet bare, her sandals left over by the door when she first got here, the woman preferring to be barefoot in the Chantry as much as possible. "I'm just here for you whenever you need it. Support. Friendship. All of that sappy stuff. Maybe a little teasing if you take an hour to do something that takes ten seconds." She squeezes Luu's hand and sits back slightly, watching the inevitable preparation. To her, it's like jumping off a diving board. The anticipation at the top is the worst part, while stepping off? That's just letting gravity do the work and you've given yourself over to the universe for a brief moment to let forces beyond your control and understanding have their way with you. Pleading, cajoling, begging for something that's utterly indifferent to be considerate to your feelings - like pain - just brings it that much more to the fore.
"On three." Jinny murmurs, her voice calm, hands on moving from the tops of Luu's feet to her calves, stroking lightly back and forth, acting as the supporting friend, watching the needle go up, watching the resistance as it's positioned just so and pushed through the yielding flesh to the other side. "Looks even." she says from her vantage point on the floor, lifting up on her knees slightly to give a critical view from the side of the mirror, lowering herself back to the floor just in time to get a view of an additional piercing she didn't know Luu had.
Must not blush...must not blush...!
"So we should check your piercings about every month or so, in time for the roller skates?" Don't think about the piercing...
"I feel like this is when people usually have a cigarette," Luu responds, still sprawled out on the bed after flopping backwards with her arms up; a small amount of light colored underarm hair visible for those trying to keep their eyes off of something else. Letting out a contented sigh, Luu lays there for another few moments before sitting up back up, still leaning back slightly with her palms pressed against the bed. There's a big smile on Luu's face, as she turns her head to look in the mirror and admire her new piercing. She seems completely unaware of the fact that the barbell of an older piercing has hooked itself to the outside of one of her overall straps, refusing to let the small amount of clothes she currently wears to settle properly.
Reaching a hand upwards, she almost touches the piercing, when she realizes this is probably a bad idea. Despite having avoided septum jewelry for enough time to allow the hole to close up, it's still a piercing she's had for some time, so it takes her paying some attention to remember that it is in fact fresh. "I gotta keep this one in for a bit before I can change it," Luu notes, as she tilts her head side-to-side in the mirror to examine it from different angles, "but they have those 'U' shaped ones that you can flip up into your nose when you don't want to show it off. I need to get one of those soon, so I don't have to go through this again anytime soon. Although -- " Luu, pauses as she turns to look at Jinny, a mischievous and slightly turned on grin, as she admits, " -- I forgot just how good it feels afterwards. Total natural body high, like -- anyway, as nice as that felt, I still am not in a rush o do it again." Despite what she says, there's a small twinkle in Luu's eyes that seems to suggest that the endorphins have probably got her a couple of drinks or even a daring suggestion away from making possibly bad decisions.
"Ok," Luu says as she slaps her thighs with the palms of her hands and leans in close to look at Jinny. "I owe you for your patience," Luu says, as seemingly her eyes and barbell meets Jinny's eyes, "so your choice for the evening, what do you want to do? I'm up for anything."
"If you need one, I have my Social Currency pack in my purse by the door." Jinny says, studying the wispy curls beneath the presented underarm, her gaze straying, from time to time, to the glimmering barbell presented just at the edge of Luu's overalls. Surely the other woman notices...right? Swallowing, her mouth suddenly dry, Jinny continues. "If you decide you absolutely need one, I'd suggest that we head outside since tobacco tends to linger if you're not careful. With some of your clothes, getting the smell of smoke on them would be a tragedy of the highest order. I smoked one during the disco skating expedition and it took me a while to get it to where I couldn't detect the smell anymore, and that was in a big ballroom. I wouldn't imagine how hard it'd be to get the smell out somewhere more intimate."
Jinny clears her throat, giggling faintly. "Um, Luu?" She points to the offending nipple. "You're showing off just a little bit. Not that I mind, of course, but I thought you should know." As far as being up for anything? Jinny bites her lower lip momentarily and gestures to the exposed nipple again. "I've been considering getting my nipples pierced for a while, but never really could get the nerve to go through with it. Did...did it hurt when you got yours done?"
Shaking her head slightly, Luu says, "I have some as well, somewhere, though I'm sure it's stale as hell at this point. Only tobacco I've ever smoked is mixed with hash, which is also the only pot I really smoke." A sheepish shrug, as she says, "I spent a few formative years in Rome, I think I've allowed a few European affectations. I mean, I speak enough Romance languages, that it probably shouldn't even count as an affectation. And water pipes? Totally gauche." Blinking her eyes slightly, Luu gives an almost whistling exhale, as she squeezes her hands a few times into fists. "I dunno, my brain and body are just all -- " Luu begins to say as she does a little torso-to-shoulder wiggle, " -- tingly." The word is said, as if it's an almost sinful pleasure, that she feels no shame in delighting in.
This wiggle of course just further exposes Luu's nipple. Looking as if she's about to crack a joke about 'intimate smell,' she pauses as she's informed that her nipple has made an appearance, though in her understanding this is something that just happened, not something that's been eyeing Jinny for a couple minutes now. "Wooops," Luu says as she looks down, grabbing the straps, she adjust her overalls pulling them away from the barbell; this of course has the momentary effect of pretty much exposing the entirety of both of her breasts, but it also leads to them both being hidden one more behind a thin layer of denim. "Thanks for letting me know," Luu says with a slightly embarrassed, but also mischievously amused smile, as she meets Jinny's eyes. "Not the first time that happened, and I doubt it will be the last time."
"I think that depends on how sensitive your nipples are," Luu notes matter-of-factly, "but I can pretty much guarantee it'll hurt a lot more than a septum or an ear, it's just a question of how much. The problem, though, isn't the act of piercings, it's -- "" Luu looks down to where her now covered nipples are, and then back to Jinny, noting, "-- well, you saw what just happened. That can happen when they're fresh, and that ... that is not fun. Also -- " Tilting her head slightly, Luu wonders, "how many friends do you have who are real 'huggers' ? Because I guarantee you no matter how cautious you are, you're not going to be able to fend off everyone for two months. Some people actually wear half tennis balls covering their nipples for the period afterwards, though honestly, there's much more fashionable and better looking ways to protect yourself, as long as you can accept the fact that every top you wear for that period is going to have people's eyes going right to your chest."
"Then the other real question is, how much do you like to have your nipples played with?" It's quite the question Luu just asked, but she seems to be asking in a more clinical way, despite the fact that she's beginning to feel a bit flush. "You see, if the answer is 'a lot' or such," Luu continues, "then you have to be aware of the fact that the piercings might stretch. This isn't painful, like it might sound, but it does mean the hole widens, which means bigger jewelry, and if you're not paying attention or just go with it, well -- " Luu thinks for a moment on how to put this, before deciding up, "-- you might end up with pencils piercing the pencil erasers."
Jinny goes through a pack every month or so as social currency and the occasional quick smoke to calm her nerves after running from the police or to take the edge off of a long night of exploring the outer reaches of the Umbra for stories, so hers are pretty fresh. They're all the way downstairs, though, and if she went to get them she'd end up out of the room and would unfortunately miss Luu adjusting her overalls. Missing that meant that she'd miss being accidentally flashed and, well, she *is* into girls, so there's nothing wrong with looking, right? She clears her throat and scoots back, pushing herself up and sitting down in the chair right next to the bed, pulling her legs up beneath her and crossing them before lowering herself to the cushion. "I won't complain too terribly much." she says off-handedly, a little giggle and a blush following a shake of her head.
Looking down at her chest (and thankful she chose a sports bra today) Jinny looks up at Luu after a moment or two. "Well...to answer your questions in order. My nipples are..." She rubs her hands over her arms, crossing them over her chest. "They're...pretty sensitive. Yeah." Jinny doesn't go into the fact that she can very nearly send herself over the edge with the right kind of stimulation because they're friends and that may be a little sensitive of a topic to bring up. "And I do have huggers. People I hug, people who hug me. Would you have to have a band or something to keep people from squishing you too badly when they hug while they heal? And how long does it take to heal up? You said two months?" She pulls her arms out and looks down at herself again, then over at Luu. "I admit...yours look pretty nice, but two months...is it worth it?"
And then the next question, about playing with her nipples. This actually triggers a cute little blush that's almost the color of Jinny's hair. "Well....not that I've had them played with for a little while." A long time, really. "I...um...I really like my nipples played with. A lot. So..." She looks down again. "Either be careful if I do get them pierced, put up with the two months of discomfort and lack of hugs and then have to worry about being able to loop my fingers through it or...just don't go through with it and enjoy pretty brown nipples unmarred by jewelry."
"Two months," Luu confirms, before reiterating, "You'd need something to really cover them or deal with the pain of the huggers. As I noted, some people will cut tennis balls in half and wear them over their nipples for two months, but that kind looks ridiculous. Luckily, sewing bras into tops is totally in right now, so you have a fashion-forward way to handle it, at least for this season. At the same time, such an outfit totally highlights things, and people are going to look. I mean, despite there being a bra sewn in, the way it works -- well, it basically /looks/ like you're not wearing a bra, while also accentuating your chest. It has support, though, so that's a plus." Glancing momentarily at Jinny's chest for purely fashion reasons, Luu looks back up and meets her eyes, noting, "So imagine the attention you might get if it basically looked like you gained gained two cup sizes, your sweater shrunk a size, and there was no bra -- but really, there is a bra, it's just doing that, but of course we'd have to customize it further, as that's just a look and you're going for protection, so on top of that your nipples would seem extra large and accentuated and always erect." A beat, as Luu says, "So that's the fashionable way to deal with that for two months, at least this season, but most people either avoid huggers or go with tennis balls or what not."
With one hand, Luu scrunches the straps and top of her overalls together into the center, holding it there for a moment to expose both of her pierced nipples. "What I described before is a look," Luu notes to Jinny, "but this is also a look. Like the septum or your ears, you can take the piercings out, but they'll never be identical to how they were before, so think for awhile if it's what you actually want."
Unscrunching the top of her overalls, one of the straps doesn't fully cooperate, hooking again on a barbell, the other though is covered; it's unclear if Luu notices, or if at this point she doesn't really care. "I mean, basically hands off for everything, but cleaning for two months," Luu notes to Jinny, "and afterwards, well ... again, played with enough, the hole loosens, and then you're basically gauging your nipples. I mean, you've seen those people with the earlobes that you can see through? I mean, that can happen with any piercing. Usually people intentionally do that, but with certain piercings? You don't really get a choice, and after awhile, you either need to resize or give them up, because a too loose piercing can be dangerous." A beat, as Luu grimaces, noting, "That's when things can get torn." Despite being the one to say this, the words have Luu reflexively bringing her hands to cover her chest as she winces.
"I think." Jinny says, studying Luu's chest, clinically, of course, for as long as it's on display, her gaze going from the ornamented nubs to the light blue-green eyes of her friend. "That this is something I really, really need to think about before taking the plunge, as it were. Now, if I were just starting to blossom, I'd definitely take you up on the larger cups/smaller shirt combo, even with the seemingly erect nipples. Maybe around Christmas. Bulky tops and the like means a little less attention to the chest area, and plenty of time to heal up before Spring hits." She looks away, contemplating something. "I mean....just look. What do you think?" Jinny says this matter-of-factly, pulling the hem of her shirt out of her shorts, leaning forward slightly to get the back out and, with a quick movement, pulls her shirt up. And as she does, she hooks her fingers on the underside of the cups of her bra and pulls it up as well, shirt and sort of inside-out sports bra high on her now exposed chest. "Honest opinion, now....as is or ornamented? Or one of each?"
Shaking her head slightly, Luu says, "Well, what I'm talking about there's no way to hide it. The bra sewn into the shirt means no matter what it's on display, it's brought to the forefront, but then again, there are other ways to do it. Definitely make sure to get someone who knows what they're doing. I trust myself on the septum, but a nipple? There's a lot of nerve endings and ducts there. Things can get really screwed up if it's not handled right." Tilting her head, Luu takes a moment to think as Jinny lifts her top up. "I don't know if I can decide for you," Luu notes to Jinny, though still keeping her eyes on the other woman's chest, "It's like asking me whether one should follow the Left or Right Hand path, or both, or if that's meaningless. Plus, there are so any different ways, and -- " Now meeting Jinny's eyes, Luu says, " -- and remember, this is ornamentation, but it's not just ornamentation. There's serious considerations and implications for one's healthy and sexuality." Shaking her head slightly, Luu notes, "Sorry, this is just one of those places where fashion advice won't do. It's something you need to decide for yourself."
Looking down at her own chest, Luu notices the hooked barbell, and fixes the strap of her overalls. Looking back to Jinny, Luu narrows her eyes and says, "Let me guess, you were just about to tell me." With that she lets out a laugh and notes, "we're awfully close to my bed for all this talk." Though it's quite hard to tell exactly what Luu means or intends by that, or even if she really knows.
Slowly, carefully, Jinny pulls her shirt back down, making sure her sports bra is positioned just so beneath the swells of her breasts, the little bit of Lycra not doing any favors for her figure, but then, that's not the purpose of such things. She takes a second, too, to imagine having a bra built in, to keep pressure off her nipples while they heal for two months, the slightest jostle causing discomfort, and the whole 'if you play with them, the holes get bigger.' This is definitely something that she'll need to consider over a longer period of time if she's even going to start on it. There are lots of bits in her nipples that she'd prefer to not have damaged with an errant needle, so figuring that out might be the first step.
"I was going to tell you." Jinny says softly, sucking a breath through her teeth as Luu adjusts herself again, her brown eyes glancing from the revealed bit of skin to Luu's eyes and then back again as it's put away beneath the strap of the overalls. "I guess that's just a....peril....a peril of choosing to have a piercing, not wearing a shirt, and wearing overalls at the same time. You're inevitably going to do a little bit of showing off...." She trails off, sitting back in her seat, just looking at Luu. "It is a big bed..." she agrees. "Pretty comfortable, from what I remember, too."
A small nod is given, as Luu softly says, "Sometimes we have to suffer for fashion, but that comes in many ways. I suppose working making clothes, you just get so used to being nude or being around nude people. Maybe on someone's first day, they'll try to find an out of the way and discreet place to change, but really? At a certain point, you realize just how many different outfits you're going to have to try on. I mean, clothes are constantly needing to be worn, adjusted, and so clothes are constantly being removed. When you're a professional, you don't really think about such things, they just happen. Fashion shoots don't have changing rooms, they have backstages. I mean, maybe it's strange to some people, but if you do sports or even go to the gym? You're going to end up showering with other women, so it's just kind of like that."
Luu is a consummate professional when describing the above scenarios, as it really is just a natural phenomenon of her industry. But the lingering endorphins from the re-pierced septum, the lengthy discussion about nipples, the closeness of Jinny, and the fact that Luu is sitting just above her on a bed, well they begin to subconsciously affect Luu as she speaks. The words begin to be spoken in a slower manner as she goes, as if the whole situation she was describing was something she hadn't given a second thought to until these very moments. While the explanation was intended in a neutral way, not as a seduction of Jinny, Luu finds herself being seduced by her own words. They begin to betray this fact, taking on an almost sensuous quality, as if they were not just mere description, but full mental projections of scenarios. Her breathing becomes slower as well, and she becomes acutely aware of the fabric of overalls glancing her warming flesh with each rising breath. The euphoric tingle she felt it in nose, spreads to a flight flush in her cheeks, before moving both up her jaw line towards her ears, and down her neck, past her shoulders; it's a few moments before she feels a distinct bodily awareness of all her piercings.
Luu doesn't verbalize any of this, and somewhere back in her mind, she recognizes the situation seems to be unfolding. Jinny's comment on the bed has Luu look to her side for a moment, becoming very aware of all the space available on the very comfortable bed. It's something she tries to pull her mind away from, which has her looking right back to Jinny, and as she meets the other woman's eyes, her shoulders betray her best intentions; voicing an option for the two, with the tiniest motion of an upward shrug. If she really thought about what her body just did, Luu's eyes might go wide, but they're already transfixed; her lips parts the tiniest bit, but no words are forthcoming, instead she just swallows.
And an eternity passes, before she can even blink.
The subject of Jinny's nipples, the decoration of piercing being worth the sacrifice if one determines it to be worthwhile to the self, and suffering for fashion seamlessly transitions to talk of casual nudity and the prevalence of such with a simple turn of a phrase. Jinny finds herself entranced, just a bit, unconsciously leaning forward in her seat, looking over at Luu with hands clasped together low between her knees, her shoulders curled close, her head tilted at just the right angle to gaze warmly at the other woman. The cadence of the spoken words are seductive and hypnotic, the cadence soothing and exciting and gentle all at the same time. In the brightness of day, were Jinny in her right mind and not suitably primed by an evening of rather intimate moments strung together like pearls on a string, she might recognize it. The heart wants what it wants, though, and there's really nothing to prevent that.
If Luu were deliberately seducing Jinny there might be an issue with what's going on but it seems that the pair's interactions are coming together in a way that neither of them expected. Oh, sure, they're both lesbian and there's the inevitable joke about the second date requiring a U-haul and moving in together, but they both thought, for the good of the Chantry, that something like this could be detrimental. Could give people the wrong idea about how the Chantry was set up. But....
There's always a but.
Jinny's breathing slows, her movements become more languid, and even her blinking ends with her eyes half-closed. Her lips part, the tip of her tongue darting out barely to deftly dampen them, followed by a small bite of her lower lip and a glance away. What are they doing....she thinks to herself as she becomes more aware of everything. She feels the tingle between her ears and in her cheeks and neck, the skin flushing slightly with each intake of breath. She finds herself gazing at Luu, seeing what can be seen in spite of the overalls, and then sees herself reaching across the gap between the bed and the floor with one hand, trailing fingertips over Luu's forearm and down, taking hold of Luu's hand and gently pulling the other woman towards her.
It's not just fashion where Luu is a consummate professional, and if the codes of her professions come into conflict? Well, that's just something to be sorted out later. Right now, Jinny's touch against Luu's arm is electric, and whatever rational thoughts or doubts she might have had are overpowered by the pure energy of the current moment. While Jinny's touch itself might be gentle, it's still the spark that sets the whole system off. Was there something Luu did to suggest this course of action? Such things are not being thought of now, they're irrelevant. All prior thoughts, intentions, and plans have gone out the window. Right now, there is simply the touch exchanged between two women in the privacy of their bedroom, and that's really all Luu needs to know, all Luu can know.
That eternity following that inadvertent shoulder shrug -- if it was inadvertent at all, but that's a discussion Luu will have to have with herself later -- shatters into a blur of passionate motion. The gentle pull from Jinny towards the floor acts as the fulcrum of desire that in an instant has the two of them together on the unmade bed, a roll towards the center that leaves Luu on top of her Chantrymate, and pressed close. Gripping Jinny's leg between her own, Luu's toes search out those of the other Angeleno, one hands moves upward pulling Jinny's tee with it; Luu's other hand grips onto Jinny's hip, holding it in a firm yet gentle manner, in order to place her first kiss right above the band of Jinny's shorts. Releasing the hip, Luu's hand begins to travel slowly along Jinny's side, just leading the kisses as they move up Jinny's stomach and towards her rib cage. Each time her lips land on the Dreamspeaker's flesh, they say no words, but still convey the many stories that Luu has been crafting for this very moment; the unleashing of repressed daydreams and the dreams of solitary nights still hazily grasped and cherished in the morning light.
For all the talk of sensitivity, Luu's kisses move from the bottom of the sports bra to the top, never touching in between. It is not a missed opportunity, though, for Luu is sharing her body with Jinny and with herself. As a kiss lands on Jinny's clavicle, Luu's body has shifted upwards, her chest now pressed against Jinny's as their breaths now rise and fall as one; their hearts synchronizing to the beat of their passion.
"Jinny," is her whispered moan, as her kisses make their way up the eponymous neck. Her legs and toes curl around the other woman's, or maybe it's the other way, she's beginning to lose track of the separation between the two of them, as she pursues their union, no more in control of herself as she is of the rotation of other Heavenly bodies as she feel's the Moon's pull.
The gentle touch against Luu's skin is enchanting. Jinny can feel the prickle of gooseflesh beneath her fingertips as she strokes them over Luu's forearm, and when that gentle pull is reciprocated, the room swirls and she finds herself looking up at the ceiling, the softness of the comforter beneath her back and the very insistent - and welcome - pressure of Luu's body atop hers. She relaxes, moving her arms as Luu pushes her shirt off to help with the removal, using one free arm to fling it somewhere to be discovered dangling from a mirror on the wall or on the floor next to the bed. Unencumbered, she presses against the other, the other half of her, that she's been aching, no, dreaming of almost since the first night they met.
The touch on her hip, the gentle brushing exploration of lips over sun-kissed skin are things that Jinny is hyper aware of, her muscles tensing beneath Luu's lips, beneath her touch, the sensation almost too much to bear. She lets out a soft, breathy whimper, her hands moving from Luu's colorful hair to her shoulders, fingernails dragging over her biceps and shoulders, catching the straps of Luu's overalls and pushing them down, deftly unhooking one so that as Luu pushes up, the overalls move down. The first touch of Luu's barbell piercings through the Lycra covering her chest has her arching her back, pressing up against the woman pressing down against her. Her arms curl around Luu, beneath her armpits, one hand in the small of her back, the other between her shoulder blades, fingers curling, fingernails dimpling Luu's skin, holding her close, not wanting to let her get too far away. Jinny turns her head slightly, leaning up to run her nose and lips along the curve of Luu's ear exploring the nape of her neck and higher, nestling in the technicolor splendor of her hair. There's a deep inhale and a soft puff of breath against Luu's neck as her eyes close, a full body shiver as her lover, her Luu, whispers her name barely loud enough for her to hear. But that little bit? That's enough.
She wants me, Jinny thinks to herself, the realization settling over her like a warm blanket, the heat, the closeness sending little sparks of warmth through her form, settling in her chest, in her belly, between her hips, glowing like a coal in a campfire that's being tended to flicker into a blaze. She wants me and I want her. No...I need her. We need this... "Luu...Luule..." she gasps, one calf curling around the other's leg, heel hooking to hold her close, toes curling and entwining with the other, not willing or even able to let her go any further than this. When you think of something enough, when you imagine it, when it keeps you warm on lonely nights, having it suddenly become a possibility is a temptation that even those with the strongest willpower would have trouble denying. Her head turns a hair, her lips brushing over Luu's jawline, her mouth opening slightly to taste the other woman's skin. Just a little. Like the hand holding. Just a little and it'll be okay. Just a little won’t change anything.
In the hallway, a skittering sound can be heard. Something hard presses against the baseboard, moving deliberately, scrabbling against the well-worn wooden floors of the Foreboding Jacobean. Whatever it is moves closer at its own pace, making good time down the hall towards the master bedroom, dragging something behind it.
In soft earth, nourished by warm energy, a leaf with morning dew. Supple limbs, pliant to the movements of winds, and yet still strong enough to hold when needed and feel the breeze run across. Bearing sweet and early ripening fruit.
Bones not feared as a reminder of death, but a testament to the life of their flesh. Marked to recount the Moon and how it moves with her; her priestess, her temple. A Goddess tripartite, recognizing their shared divinity, and sacred feminine bonds.
Movements that are sacraments, exaltations that are hymns and poetry, to that which gives life, and makes life worth living. Apricot, Luu, Luule; she bears these names, and they bare her soul. These sweet Words that are so much more, and yet at this moment, on her lips only, Jinny, in word and form.
The movements skittering across the hallways, hidden by her own movements, silenced for her by breath. There are countless stars in the night sky, but at the moment, there is but one constellation. It’s light traced by gentle fingers moving from kiss to kiss, in motions of desire and pleasure.
At other times, her thoughts might be on the latest fashions, but for now they are mere rags on the floor, for all the good they do for them. Her heart, often alone, connects with an agreeable partner, their warm pulsations in time with the Music of the Spheres, here in the City of Angels. Their breaths rise and fall not like Empires, but a Heavenly Kingdom; the keys of which have always been as close as the right actions, the right word. Jinny.
Breathing in the rich fragrance of pheromone, with gentle tastes of warm flesh in holy communion. Which am I and which is she? These are things that do not matter, this is what she has dreamed of, and until these moments denied herself. Denied themselves, connections of spirit and flesh, that are almost laughable for having previously seemed so distant, but now nothing but ecstatic joy.
Lips moving away from the other woman’s neck, she raises up slightly and takes an eternal movement to gaze lovingly into the other woman’s eyes. Reflected in them the Goddess they both are and are becoming. Desire, need, passion, lust, these are there, but they are also something she has moved through and transcended. A gentle hand touches the side of her cheek, and she can’t help, but smile, as she readies herself for a kiss that means love.
It’s in that moment, when she hears it skitter across the hardwood floor. She pauses in confusion, and blinks.
Time, in this moment, becomes meaningless, with the eons stretching to a fine edge that extends beyond the infinite past and future and leads to something more. The light, the warmth of the other and the one intermingle in the most interesting and delightful ways. This was desired. This was needed. Perhaps the denying of this intense desire was wrong to suppress, but at this moment, did it matter? Anything outside these two, anything beyond, becomes muted, muddied, and faded while the sensations, produced by touches, by movement of lips against skin, by breathy whispers and gasps, by scents of sweat and breath and arousal, become more real than real, solidly enfolding the pair, a cocoon against the world outside.
Being in love, in some cynical views, can be a horrible, horrible thing. It makes you so vulnerable, love. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up and that, dear reader, is exactly what has happened here. Jinny wasn't entirely sure when Luu worked her way beneath her hastily built defenses that she had constructed to keep the entanglements from happening. They may not have been well thought out, but in the moment, they were the only thing she could think of that would keep the self safe from emotional entanglements. The sacrifice of desire for the good of the Chantry, for the good of enlightenment for the world and not just for a select few, was a chivalrous and noble goal.
And now this.
She couldn't be absolutely, positively sure when it happened, or how, but in one moment they were good friends and then in the very next, barely a second later, they were much, much more. Perhaps the first chink made in her barricade was the inadvertent meeting on the street one late, lonely night, where conversations of Magick and secrets and leylines and graffiti led to a breakfast touched by the rising sun. Perhaps it was the ordeal of the roller skates, when a late night call from Luu brought her from the street to the technicolor miasma of a punishment being fulfilled, when Luu didn't have anyone else to call to help who could understand the reasoning. Perhaps it was the moment in the desert, when her eyes were opened by the other's touch to the brilliance of the spirit world beyond, the murmured words 'Trust me.' holding so much more meaning than either could have known. She knew though. She knew, somehow, that this was right. This was where she should be. The words of love she wrote were carefully sealed inside a battered doll with a length of her own hair, the woman forgoing the desire she had for the potential benefit of the world to come, giving the hope of this very moment up, living in the warmth of her dreams. of what could have been.
The next morning will most likely be painful, yes. But dancing tonight? The fulfillment of a shared desire? That will be exquisite and might be something worth burning for.
Her eyes open, gazing up into the other's, nostrils flaring as she takes in the scent of her, one hand lifting to brush through, to tangle in hair that, for once, does not share a color that one might find on a tropical bird or beneath a balmy sea, to hold her close, lips scant millimetres apart. Were this a Hollywood movie, the orchestra would swell as their lips touched and a montage of lovemaking would follow, ending with the camera on their satisfied faces, their bare bodies barely covered by a thin sheet. That, of course, all starts with a kiss, and the touch against the side of her face sends her heart fluttering, her stomach twisting into a knot.
Her lips part slightly, her arms tensing as she helps pull Luu closer, to take the first step in the consummation of their tryst when....
*skitter skitter skitter* *thump thump thump thump* *thud* *thump...thump…….thump*
That's not a sound one would normally relate to anything in a house that's good. And when Luu pauses, an expression of confusion visible, Jinny turns her head slightly to look towards the door. And what she sees is completely unexpected.
Rolling to a stop from where it hit the door is a left skate made of turquoise suede studded with a few rhinestones, the rest missing, little black specks against the turquoise background. The boot itself has been roughly disassembled, some of the stitches popped, the tongue pulled out, the laces frayed and worn, snapped in a couple of places. The wheels, once translucent cream, have been scribbled on with black marker, random designs that are chaotic and simplistic. A large chunk has been taken out of one wheel, too, making the skate look like it had endured an afternoon at a daycare for creative, overly-rambunctious toddlers, where one decided to throw a tantrum with art supplies. The once perfectly designed skate sits on the floor, disheveled, a mirror of the pair on the sheets.
"...what...?" Jinny whispers, sitting up on her elbows, her bra-covered chest pushing against Luu's bare one. "Where did that come from?"
Reality hits Luu like a bucket of cold water in the face, providing a prelude to the cold shower that will certainly follow later on. Eyes wide, she looks down at Jinny, seemingly just now fully realizing what exactly it is they are doing, and were about to do. It takes her a few dazed moments to turn her head and see the deconstructed rollerskate that has seemingly reappeared by magick. “Rocket bunny,” she says, the words an astonished whisper.
Looking back at Jinny, Luu begins to open her mouth to ask if she sees it too, but before the words can materialize, it really hits her that the two of them are in bed together, about to go to bed together. “Uh, wuh um,” is about all Luu can manage to get out, as she realizes that she’s still on top of Jinny. Luu’s brain and body know something must be done to change the situation, but they seem unable to coordinate a sensible plan. Rolling off Jinny, the wrong way, Luu drops off the bed and lands with a thud on the hardwood floor.
“Fuck!” she exclaims loudly, the word carrying more than just the pain of her landing. Slightly dazed from the fall, and largely dazed for other reasons, Luu grabs on to the edge of the bed, working to slowly stand herself up. Rubbing her shoulder and her head, Luu seems to be unaware of just what Jinny managed in their past few moments? minutes? hours? life times? of passion, and isn’t even paying attention as the unbuttoned overall strap slips off her shoulder. There’s a realization, and she glances back to Jinny momentarily, just as the overalls drop.
“Fuck!” she exclaims again, moving to catch the overalls and maybe preserve some dignity. Unfortunately, the overalls tangling around her legs and her hasty movement, causes Luu to trip herself, falling forward to the ground, just barely managing to brace her landing with her arms.
Laying there on the ground, bare-bottom exposed and head tilted to the side, Luu stares at the newly re-found and reformed rocket bunny. “I’m just going to lay here for a few hours,” Luu mutters in a slightly dazed fashion, “gives things a chance to make sense again.”
“Hello?” a female voice calls out from downstairs, the sound of the front door closing a moment later, as someone enters the house.
“Alison,” Luu responds reflexively, just loud enough for herself and Jinny to hear. With this new knowledge, and this new challenge, Luu quickly pulls up her overalls, as she begins to scramble to … do what exactly? She isn’t quite sure, but she knows whatever’s just been going on isn’t going to look good, and so it better look different, and fast.
Jinny’s fairly observant, as far as things go. With her senses hyper-aware, she can’t help but notice things happening right in front of her face, even if she’s looking towards the Rocket Bunny. Glancing down, she notices her firm, flat chest smooshed against Luu’s. Once the realization of exactly what is pressing up against her and what those little hard, pointy bits of cool metal are, a blush boils up almost instantly. With a soft squeak, Jinny’s eyes flick up and catch Luu’s blue-green gaze, communicating wordlessly. They were just about to do something very adult on Luu’s bed, and she realizes it the exact moment Luu realizes it too. That sudden realization setting in for the both of them almost at the same moment causes a rather instinctive reaction for each of them, with a quick separation. When Luu goes left, Jinny rolls right, the red-headed woman ending up in the middle of the mattress with the thousand thread count sheets, turning to witness as gravity takes hold and the painful convergence of flesh and hardwood flooring happens a few seconds later.
Pushing herself up, Jinny scoots to the edge of the bed and peers over the edge at Luu, flat on her face, the grab at the side of the bed landing just in front of her nose, Jinny turning her head slightly to look up at Luu as she stands and following the fall of the overall strap and the fall of the rest of the overalls, eyes going wide again as she claims another memory of Luu standing there, struggling to maintain her dignity and pitching over again, Jinny reaching out to try and catch Luu’s shoulder, or arm, or something, as she falls, to lessen the impact and ending up fruitlessly swinging, looking over the edge of the bed at Luu, her overalls around her calves in a misshapen bundle and not much else between her bare backside and Jinny’s gaze.
Then the door downstairs opens and closes, and a call comes.
Sometimes swearing isn’t appropriate. This isn’t one of those times.
The novelty of the Rocket Bunny roller skate making an unexpected and disheveled re-appearance out of nowhere is set aside. The whispered name of Alison and the trepidation in which Luu says it sprinkles the same fear in Jinny’s heart that one would feel when threats of going to the principal’s office or promises of having your parents called if things didn’t straighten up immediately.
“I don’t think we have a couple of hours.” Jinny whispers urgently, pushing herself up to her feet and looking around the room frantically. Her sandals and bag were near the front door, so Alison almost certainly knows she’s there or, at least, someone is there. Helping Luu to her feet, Jinny quickly formulates a plan that, considering the lack of time they have to actually plan, is fairly brilliant.
She hopes.
“Stay here.” Jinny says urgently, as if Luu were planning anything else. She darts to the closet and takes several different outfits out, laying them haphazardly across the bed, like a trying on extravaganza was going on but more importantly, camouflaging the rumpled sheets. Then, grabbing her shirt off the mirror, she quickly pulls it on, heading to the door and glancing down the hall. She bends and picks up the Rocket Bunny skate, tossing it over on one of the padded chairs in the room and then looks to Luu. Stepping in bravely, she gives Luu a hard, two-armed hug, holding her tight for a count of two, a light kiss brushed over her cheek. Then, releasing luu, Jinny takes a step back, turns, and run-walks down the hall to the bathroom where the sound of the shower coming on can be heard.
Hopefully Alison won’t ask Luu too many questions...
