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grab a bite; closed

WHO: Bridget and Venus
WHAT: Grabbing lunch
WHERE: A cozy cafe in Blossomcrown
WHEN: Nowish

[ As she settled into the city, Bridget had found herself drawn to Blossomcrown. It was a maze of streets and apartment buildings. Everything packed close together with the beautiful park at it's center. It didn't really feel like home. Home had been a small town. It did feel comfortable though, like you could lose yourself in the crowds that lived there far more easily than anywhere else in this strange city. Bridget had picked out a cozy cafe barely the size a small bedroom crammed into an alleyway a few blocks from the park. Now she sat there, hunched over her coffee and e-reading the menu between slightly nervous glances at the doorway.

When Venus finally appears though Bridget brightens as if a switch has been thrown and hops to her feet to wave. ]

Hey! Venus! Over here!

[ Her smile and optimism: restored. ]

I haven't decided what to order yet so I'm just working on a coffee. Did you find the place okay?

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Oh- Oh! Okay. Yeah. [ venus can't quite help the dumb relief that spreads across her expression. sorry, bridget - you're hooking up with a total dweeb. ] I mean. I'd... really like it too? Obviously.

[ she doesn't move in to resume things immediately. but she does smile when bridget calls her pretty, and she does say- ]

I told you too, right? I'm so jealous of you. [ she leans in again, pressing a small kiss to bridget's cheek. slow movements; slow escalation. ] Not that I'm unhappy with how I look. Haha.

[ she shifts a bit to the side - reaches a point where bridget can look directly into the eyes on her face. and then she says, gently- ]

Tell me if you're ever uncomfortable with any of this, okay?

[ that should be enough of a warning. she leans in, pressing her lips against bridget's own. ]

[ They can be dweebs who hook up. It's fine, honest. Bridget's breath catches a little as Venus kisses her cheek again, then again as she finds her eyes caught by those bright, shining ones in Venus' face. Oh.

Oh they shine so brightly. ]

Y-yeah. Okay.

[ An arm slides around around Venus almost on instinct as the other girl leans in for that first kiss. Bridget's head tilts and she presses her lips back to Venus' own with a low sound. Venus is soft and she smells nice and everything feels warm and fuzzy all at once.

She could really, really get used to this. ]

[ bridget's arm around her is... nice. very nice, in a way she's not really used to. there were a few girls back in duplicity like this, and of them, only jiro really felt safe? but this feels. right. just like this. she laughs a bit, relaxing into the kiss and just... staying there for a moment. ]

You smell nice.

[ it's a dumb thing to say. it's true, from top to bottom. ]

[ Bridget can't suppress a giggle when Venus compliments her. She shifts, her her forehead resting against Venus' as Bridget catches her breath. ]

...You do too.

[ Which is one hundred percent true. She's just not quite sure what else to say in this situation. It's a new one! She leans forward again, her nose brushing across skin as she goes for another kiss. This one is a little more forward, a little more eager. Less hesitant. ]

[ venus's own giggle is undignified and a bit breathless and entirely delighted with bridget. ]

You're too cute? You're way too cute. [ a kiss. ] I just... [ another kiss - this time a bit deeper, a bit harder, a bit more passionate about the whole thing. one leg gently slides between bridget's two, and venus pulls away just long enough to murmur- ]

-is this okay? It's okay, right?

[ The movie had been fun, but now Bridget can just feel a rush of excitement. Nerves fighting with desire and mingling into a heady cocktail that makes her head feel light and her face flush. She returns the kiss again. Again. Presses closer only for Venus to tug back.

Bridget's response is a soft sigh, almost a whine. ]

Y-Yeah. It's good. Good.

[ there. that sound, that little whine. there's a familiar feeling coiling inside venus, the heat she felt beneath prismatica's sanguis moon. it makes her want to drag more of those little sounds out of bridget. it makes her want to take the lead. she'd hate it, if bridget weren't so soft and sweet.

she doesn't want to have to be a boy for anyone, ever again. she never will be. but the devil is a woman, and she can tease an innocent girl if she wants, can't she? ]

Haha. Good.

[ there's a breathiness to her voice, the smoky sound of incense and honey dripping from each word. this time, when she leans back in, she doesn't hesitate to slide her leg forward - a gentle pressure against bridget, persistent and warm. and perhaps more pressingly, she shifts her attentions down - moving from bridget's lips to her cheek, her jaw, her neck. what makes bridget squirm? what makes bridget gasp? she wants to know. she wants to drag each cute little sound out of her. ]

[ Bridget is many things. Soft and sweet are but two of them, they certainly apply. She wriggles in closer, her arms wrapped tight around Venus as the Devil whispers temptations with her kisses and her touch. Each brush of lips and teeth along her neck and jaw makes Bridget squirm and sigh all the more.

She can feel her cock pressing against her shorts, wants to arch her back and grind it against the other girl the way she's ground it so helplessly against her pillow before. There's a desperate quality to her movements for all her uncertainty. ]

V-Venus...

[ She murmurs the name of the Devil like she is praying and perhaps she is. ]

[ one wing reaches forward, cradling bridget's head in warm feathers of light; she nibbles and kisses and sucks, leaving little dark marks all the way down her shoulder. when she feels bridget against her leg, she giggles knowingly, then reaches under bridget's shirt to play at the fabric of her bralette.

her radio, unattended and unpowered, sings gently a room over - crystals and choirs and static all in harmony. ]

Hey. [ it's whispered into bridget's ear, a warm puff of air that feels almost smoky in the dimmed light. ] Can I take your shirt off?

[ Bridget's voice when she answers is soft, breathless. Fingers along her skin, the gentle warmth of feathered light--it's all new and amazing and intense. A draw of her hand along what she can reach of Venus, encouraging her. ]

Y-Yeah...

[ Mumbled more than spoken, she reaches down to fidget with the hem of shirt and starts to draw it upwards. It's awkward, if only because she has to untangle herself from Venus to do it and she really doesn't want to untangle herself from Venus just yet. ]

[ it's a moment of silly pique, or perhaps some holdover of the sanguis moon, that inspires venus. she reaches down with her free hand, catching bridget's wrist and shaking her head. when she speaks, she can barely hold back the teasing smile and energy- ]

I didn't ask you to do it. Silly.

[ it's all the warning she gives before she lets go, grabbing bridget's shirt herself and tugging it up and over the girl's head. it's not cruel or overly forceful - and even if it were, the dumb way she giggles halfway through would have defused any tension. but it is a signal, from her to bridget:

just relax. the devil will take care of things.

like this, bridget's bralette is in plain sight. like this, she can see the gentle curves of still-growing breasts, the little peaks of bridget's nipples against the fabric. like this, it's easy to reach up, tweaking gently at a nipple while she says: ]

Is it okay to say... that I kind of want to mess you up a little?

[ As Venus takes hold of her wrist, Bridget feels her heart flutter and leap a little higher in her chest at the sudden feeling of vulnerability. It's a good feeling, though. A sensation that suggests Venus will protect her. Cherish her. Take care of her and everything else going on bright now. She bites at her lip, breaks into her own nervous giggles as her shirt is tugged over her head and she loses sight of the world for a brief moment.

As she flops back, looking up at Venus, her cheeks burn with embarrassment and delight. A hand tries to shift to cover her face in sheer embarrassment at feeling so exposed, even with her bralette, skirt, and shorts all still in place. She takes a breath. ]

Y-Yeah. I...

[ She averts her gaze, embarrassment too acute to keep looking Venus in the eye (any of them). ]

I kind of... want you... to. Um. Mess me up.

[ Another nervous, breathy giggle follows on the heels of her words. ]

If that's okay.

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[ she's!! so!! cute!!! venus nods, almost dizzying herself with the sheer energy behind the motion. ]

Yeah. Yeah, um, that's. I think that's incredibly okay.

[ a breathy laugh - and then she leans in, planting a trail of kisses down bridget's sternum and across the bralette. when she reaches the bottom of the fabric, she gently takes it in her teeth, tugging up and over-

-and just like that, bridget's topless. just like that, there's no fabric in the way; venus can lean in, and kiss all over one of those little breasts, and lean in to lick an already-peaked nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking. the hand at her front dips down, moving down to bridget's hip - and then sneaking just a bit further to grab at her ass, pulling the two of them even tighter together and rolling her hips forward.

she doesn't ask if this is still okay. her mouth is a bit busy. but those eyes on her wings slowly flicker over to bridget, watching her closely for any sign of unhappiness. ]

[ Bridget lets out a soft yelp as she's wriggled free of her bralette. She thinks maybe she should feel a little cold now that she's half-naked but instead all she can feel is the warm prickle of spreading heat that tingles down into her fingers and toes. The sounds she makes are breathy, little groans and whines interspersed with mumblings of Venus's name as the Devil licks and suckles at stiff, sensitive nipples. A hand grips her ass and Bridget cries out aloud, her hips jerking up to grind into Venus. Her butt is, of course, firm with muscle and has a pleasantly squishy layer of fat--some girls get all the luck and Bridget definitely seems to have done so with that ass.

Her expression wavers for a moment, embarrassment and uncertainty writ on her face. What if Venus thinks she's weird for making noise? She turns her head away again, still not able to properly look at Venus. The sheer embarrassment is way too much. ]

V-Venus...!

[ Her hips roll again, the aching tension in her belly winding tighter with each passing moment. ]

[ bridget doesn't have to worry about the noise. the instant bridget calls her name like that, venus shivers - full body, up and down her spine. her wings quiver; a hundred eyes lid, narrowing as they look straight at the girl. ]

You sound so nice like this. [ she speaks it gently, against a nipple; her lips trace each word before she gently bites and tugs. ] Maybe I can get you to scream? Haha. Wouldn't that be nice? Screaming my name when you cum.

[ maybe once, she'd have felt ashamed of the words escaping her mouth. not anymore. especially not right now. each time she rolls her hips against bridget, her own cock presses into the other girl's hip - a tiny bit of friction, just enough to get a satisfied gasp out of her.

she moves back up to kiss bridget on the lips. this time, she's a bit more forceful - not enough to bruise, not enough to scare her. just... the way she'd want to be kissed, right now. deep and hard and overwhelming. ]

[ Venus's words are honey poured directly into Bridget's ears. Sweet and cloying, they stop her hearing to anything else except maybe the shuddering beat of her own heart as it pounds against her chest. Her back arches, rises to meet the kisses and bites that are dazzled across her skin. Bridget lets out a faint sound, not really an acknowledgement or an answer, only a bare noise of want and desire.

She is losing herself and it is exhilarating and terrifying and mortifying all at once. To be known like this is so fearsome, but she wants to go on in spite of it all. Her hips roll again and she can feel Venus pressing against her. Into her. The thought of it makes her shiver.

Then all sound is stopped up by the power of the kiss pressed onto her. She sinks back into the couch and the embrace of Venus's wings, desperate to simply feel everything that Venus wants to pour into her. ]

[ everything the devil can give, she gives in this moment. she kisses bridget harder and deeper than she has ever kissed another; she moves them both with each motion, gasping and catching her breath between frantic kisses. bridget looks so wonderful. bridget feels so wonderful. bridget tastes so wonderful. she wants more - to bring bridget delight, yes, but also selfishly. she wants more for her.

one hand reaches down, fumbles at the foot of the couch - flips up the skirt of the sofa before grabbing a small bottle. she pulls it up to the two of them, managing to murmur out: ]

Lube. [ it's a bit short of breath. she'd apologize if she weren't so incredibly turned on right now. ] Is that... Can I?

[ maybe it's selfish. maybe it's dumb.

but she wants to be inside bridget, so badly. ]

[ Breathless, all Bridget can do is peer up at Venus as the girl looms over her, bottle in hand, and looks at her with an expression that feels at once like the most plaintive sort of supplication and an imperious demand, an order that Bridget has no choice but to follow (she does have a choice, but the thought that she mightn't is exciting in a way that makes her feel heady and guilty and flushed all at once). Bridget takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself, head reeling.

Is her first.... real experience going to be like this? On a couch in a dim apartment, some dumb movie playing in the background while another girl fucks her into the cushions?

The answer seems to be yes and honestly, for all the trepidation Bridget had felt, she thinks she's okay with that. She takes a shaking breath and then gives a hurried, tiny nod. Manages to make her lips form around her words. ]

Y-Yeah. I--I've only--I mean I never had anyone else-- [ She stammers, halting, as she fumbles at the waistband of her skirt and shorts, trying to push them off while her hands are free. She manages to wiggle them down around her knees and her panties are strained by the delicate arch of her cock, a damp spot slowly spreading around the head.

God she's wet. She's never felt wet before and it's a bizarrely intoxicating, exciting thought. ]

Yeah. I- I figured.

[ bridget strips down to her panties, and for a moment, venus can only stare. bridget's always been pretty. she can understand that much. but right now, like this, under the light of her wings... she's almost ethereal. otherworldly. perfectly shaped, perfectly crafted.

it's unfair. she'd be jealous, if she wasn't overwhelmed with the sight. ]

Wow, [ she finally murmurs, reaching down to stroke bridget's cheek. ] Wow. Okay. Just let me...

[ her focus shifts - a few dozen eyes look down to the bottle as she uncaps it, pouring a fair blob onto a finger. gently, she reaches down with her dry hand, tugging the last bit of fabric down before reaching down-

between bridget's legs-

pressing that finger oh-so-gently between her cheeks.

she doesn't move to push inside just yet. she just toys there, more gently than the devil should possibly be able to be - spreading the lube, getting bridget used to the sensation.

has bridget done this to herself? has she touched herself and thought about someone else being inside her? she can't help but wonder, like this. slowly, she presses inward, letting bridget accommodate the new sensation of something foreign pressing against her.

what sounds will she make, like this? ]

[ Bridget sucks a breath in between open lips as a warm finger daubed with cold lubricant nudges against her, shifts aside the thin fabric of her underwear. She gasps, one hand twisting, gripping against the couch as the gentle motion of Venus's fingers ease the lube against her skin. She feels too sensitive, has a brief panicking moment of anxiety oh god what if I'm not clean enough? I wasn't planning on this!

She forces the thought down. Away. The gentle, insistent sensation against nerve-filled skin is enough to draw her back to the moment, her chest rising, falling as she whimpers. Her cock jerks, pushes against her underwear as she finally feels fingers pressing into her. Her mouth opens and a faint, squeaking groan drops from her lips. Oh. Oh it feels like so much and not enough all at once. She is trying to relax and her head twists aside. She can feel her cock leaking onto her belly. Oh God. Oh God. She whines again. ]

Ohmygod--

[ she watches bridget writhe and whimper beneath her; she stares, wide-eyed, as bridget's cock twitches and drips down on herself. maybe if bridget is watching, she'll see the way venus's own tent twitches against her shorts, the way venus licks her lips without even thinking about it. ]

Holy fuck, [ venus breathes out like a psalm, and pushes her middle finger inside the other girl.

it's not much at first - just a single finger, down to the first joint. after a moment, she pushes a little further-

and a little further-

and a little further again, until her other fingers press against soft flesh and venus can't possibly go any further. her hands shake, gently; her own eyes are almost unfocused in their intensity, trying to take in every little motion bridget makes.

slowly, she leans down, pressing her lips to bridget's once again. she doesn't pull her finger out; she doesn't let it move. she just waits, as patient as ever. ]

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[ She's never been looked at like this before. It is utterly exposing. Every eye that Venus has seems fixed on Bridget and embarrassment floods into her chest. She shudders and her thighs try to close around Venus's arm, to hold her where she is as a finger sinks all the way into Bridget.

She's explored by herself but this feels so different, when someone else has charge of it all. Bridget turns her head away, buries her face in the couch as her ass squeezes around the intruding finger. Oh God. She tries to cover her face with her hands, desperate to hide at least for a moment from the gaze that seems to penetrate her as surely as Venus's hands. ]

M-More.

[ Mumbled, anxious and soft. ]

I--I can take m-more...

...ha. Yeah. I know.

[ she stays in that same, intimate spot, her cheek pressing against bridget's as she slowly pulls her finger out. after a moment, she presses in again - this time with two fingers, her third and fourth finger gently spreading the girl beneath her.

she turns her head, just enough to press her lips to bridget's ear, and whispers: ]

Are you getting impatient? Haha. [ this time, she doesn't wait; she pulls back, almost withdrawing both fingers before sliding them in again. ] Do you want me that badly? Are you-

[ her voice falters, some combination of breathless and too turned on to function. she covers for it with her tongue, tracing around the shell of bridget's ear before trying again. ]

Are you imagining what I'll feel like inside you?

[ It's a strange mixture of emotions; secure and safe and simultaneously deeply vulnerable. She closes her eyes tight for a moment and tries to fight back the mortified embarrassment that's threatening her. As fingers tug free, she catches her breath--then Venus is fucking her again, pushing inside of her, stretching her open in a way that aches deliciously. ]

Hhh...

[ Breath is sharp. Caught between her teeth. ]

N-Nooo--!

[ Her cheeks flush dark red and she wishes desperately to hide herself. To hide her face. The embarrassment feels overwhelming even if she's so excited that she's practically dripping onto her belly. ]

D-Don't say that. It's... It's embarrassing--!

[ But she squeezes tight against the exploring fingers. Someone is definitely thinking about something being inside her right now. ]

[ she wants to lap up the mess bridget is making. she wants to steal those little sounds straight from her lips. she wants to see bridget, and for bridget to see her, and for the two of them to exist as they are - without illusions or misconceptions. and right now...

right now, for the first time she can remember in years, she wants to absolutely wreck the girl beneath her.

she moves her fingers, gently scissoring them open as bridget clamps down around them. cute. cute. this is cute. is this what ren saw in her? is this what jupiter gets to see? she's seen herself every time she's been fucked, and it still hasn't felt quite like this. a little bit of movement out; a little bit of movement in. stretching bridget out is her goal here, after all; make her comfortable. make sure all she can think about is how nice it feels. ]

No? [ she pulls her fingers back out, shivering at the sudden air against them. ] Do you want me to stop? We can stop here, if that's what you really want.

[ there's a stain on venus's own boxer-briefs, clear and visible against the light fabric. you're not alone, bridget. venus is thinking loud and clear about you, too. ]

Edited 2023-04-28 05:51 (UTC)

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