Doing Things You Might Regret (Wart)

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Tock gasped at the feel of the hand on her breast, the first time such contact had ever been welcomed, or pleasurable. She'd been felt up by would-be rapists more than once in Sunberth, but that had always been rough, hard, and painful. It had also always ended with either a knee to the groin or a blade piercing the man's flesh to drive him off and protect her virtue. This, however... was quite different. Wanted, welcome, and ever so tender. She couldn't wait to get out of here. She ignored Frederick's disparaging remarks about their behavior, and how they had used him just to get what they wanted. It served the fool right. Out the door, she immediately turned in the direction of her house. It was nearby, and she didn't know where Wart lived or if Wart's place would be private (for all Tock knew, the girl had roommates or lived with family, and she didn't want to spoil the erotic mood with pointless questions when her house was just a few blocks away). Though they didn't quite manage to make it all the way there before she couldn't resist the urges any more. She turned and pinned Wart up against a wall, pressing her mouth on the other girl's and slipping her hands up her shirt. She'd never touched another girl's breasts before in her life, and the warm, soft flesh felt so nice. Home was close... and she wanted to get Wart there... but she needed a few more moments of sensual contact first. It was getting dark, but the sun wasn't quite set yet thanks to the long days of summer. Some passerby stared, and a few even made disgusted remarks about two girls putting on such a display on a public street, but Tock didn't care. Though she retained enough awareness to realize that she couldn't get Wart's clothes off until she got her home and behind the privacy of a locked door. So after a few minutes of fierce kissing and exploring fingers, she pulled Wart off the wall. Holding Wart's hand in a trembling, nervous grasp, she led the way home. She realized she was shaking, as this was completely new territory for her. She didn't know, as she pulled Wart into her house and pinned her against the door, how far this would go. Even with half a bottle of wine in her, she wasn't sure how much she was ready for. But as she kissed those sweet lips eagerly once more, she knew the answer was more than this.

[Wart]

OOCUntil I can settle on a better frame I'm going without one, I'm sorry for the complete madness of them changing so much!

Wart followed Tock's lead. She could hardly remember the unplanned random route she'd taken that ended up at her house so long ago, but she assumed it must be where she was headed. It was likely for the best anyway, Wart's bed was so often covered in random assorted junk and supplies that would get in the way. And as Tock's next move made it clear to anyone around there was not be anything getting in the way tonight.

Her back so suddenly against the wall, lips taken over yet again, and hands on her breasts, Wart could hardly keep up with what was going on. Though she was most certainly not against it all.

It was so foreign, to be touched like this. As far as she knew there wasn't much of anything physically about her that attracted anyone to want to touch in such a way that didn't involve inflicting some sort of violence or pain. This was new, this was pleasure. And she wanted it.

Wart's hands moved to Tock's lower back, around her arms, and pulled her closer. All of the years of pushing people away so fierecely, it was as if it was simply collapsing on her. She needed this warm body against her, needed it closer…

It was taking everything she had to control herself. When Tock pulled her away, it was almost a relief as much as it was a regret. Following again she held tight to the shaking hand holding hers. Shaking. For the first time it hit her how new all of this was. Not knowing why, she felt an inexplicable urge to comfort her friend. Without time or focus to consider the strange feeling, she pulled Tock's hand to her lips and kissed it firmly, still keeping pace.

When they reached the darkness inside of the house, she could feel herself being pushed against the door again. No, she couldn't hold back any longer. This time it was her turn. She quickly turned them around and pushed Tock back, lips eagerly returning to those that had started kissing her. Wart's hands moved down to the neck of Tock's shirt. Her heart was racing, nervousness feeding into adrenaline. They were alone now. The clothes were a barrier between her and what she wanted. They had to come off.

She meant to pull it off, over Tock's head. The excitement, the need, the alcohol. The cloth was just too fragile, her movement was too urgent, too rough, and instead she ripped down the fabric. Ah SHYKE. A part of her cursed herself hoping Tock didn't prize the shirt, but another, more dominant part only cared for the sudden exposure of skin. Her hands greedily explored the soft, smooth skin of the girl's sides, her stomach, her breasts...

All of the fighting the cursing the anger... How could she possibly have been missing out on something so wonderful for so long...

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

The lips that touched her fingers were exactly the reassurance she needed. A moment of tender comfort among the lust and passion. A moment of understanding. That was what made Tock know this was right. In so many aspects of her life, she was dominant. She bullied people into doing as she said. She got into arguments. She never backed down. She liked getting her way. Yet at the same time, she didn't just want to get her way. She wanted an equal. Someone who wouldn't resist, but wouldn't just submit either. Someone who had just laid there wouldn't have attracted her. Someone who let Tock have all the control would have been a let down. But Wart didn't do that. She was just as fierce as Tock herself. Equal. And it drove her wild. She didn't give one damn about the ripped shirt, but was aroused and invigorated by the way Wart ripped it. She pulled at the fabric herself, tearing it free, dropping it to the side. There was a scurrying sound. One of her babies. She wasn't sure which. She wasn't sure about anything but the hands on her breasts and the tongue caressing her own. She gasped and started clawing at Wart's clothes. Buttons were popped off, fabric pulled, skin exposed. She steered her friend, her soon to be lover, towards the bed. She pushed Wart down, straddling her, and caught a flash of movement. Bitey, the wooden spider hurrying away from his perch on the bed. "Damnit," Tock whispered, "one sec..." Reluctantly, she stood, and shouted, "Corner, go, all o' ya!" She pointed to the corner of the room, grabbing one of the sheets off the bed. "Go on, git! You too... go!" Her babies obediently moved, huddling in the corner. "Stop!" she told them, and they froze. She then threw the sheet over them... she didn't want her children to see what Mommy was about to do. She turned back to Wart, hurrying back to her, undoing the laces of her pants as she went. She climbed atop the artistic girl, pulling at her shorts, tossing them aside. Then for a moment she just stared. Then she lowered her body atop the other girl, hand reaching low, eager to explore...

[Wart]

Wart just as willingly helped rid herself of the shirt she wore, allowing it to be dropped to the floor. Falling against the bed she looked up at Tock, her lungs taking advantage of the brief moment to catch a desperately needed breath. Then, hearing a noise nearby, it caught in her throat. Tock's 'babies'…. Wart nodded silently as she got up. She'd all but forgotten the mechanical little creatures that would be there in her home. Normally she may have been made uncomfortable now realizing their presence, but nothing was about to rip her focus away from this moment.

She watched, eyes not leaving the figure of the woman as she went to take care of her creations. Wart had no idea as to what was going to happen when she returned. But it didn't matter. With Tock there was no hesitation, no asking for permission. That's what made it work. Had it been anyone else it never would have gotten this far. As it was this all being a new experience was more of an exhilaration than a setback. They would both venture further, no guess as to how far but no care, no turning back.

Wart's heart beat wildly as Tock hurried back. She watched the pants slip to the ground and then as her own were slipped off. That was it. The last breath before the plunge.

As she lowered herself she pulled Tock closer. A slight shiver followed the girl's hand and almost as a reflex Wart lurched forward and firmly kissed her neck, allowing a small bite into the delicate skin. Her hands, now the ones with subtle shake, held tight to the body laying against her, bracing herself against the intense stimulations surrounding her.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Inexperienced and uncertain, Tock simply let her passion guide her. She didn't know what to do to a girl, but she knew what she liked, in those moments of weakness when she surrendered to her own urges. So she let her fingers, lips, and tongue move as they wished, seeking guidance and encouragement in each gasp and moan the actions provoked. First and foremost a scientist, for Tock this night was about experimentation. Clumsy movements and tangled limbs took time to sort out, but she enjoyed every moment of it, until finally they discovered a rhythm of mutual sensuality and pleasure. Gasped words of guidance and desperate requests urged the other woman's returned ministrations, until everything build towards an inevitable, unavoidable moment, so unlike any she had experienced before. But once wasn't enough, as there was so much more to experience, and she insisted on more. And so the hours passed, met with suggestions of more possibilities, things she had heard of, things she thought of on the spot, things that simply felt right in the moment. Until finally, far beyond satisfied, she collapsed against the sweat-soaked sheets, clinging to her new lover with trembling limbs. She gasped for air until she caught her breath, then grabbed Wart's face and planted tender, grateful kisses on her again and again. Slowly she grew still, staring into those colorful eyes, holding her close, legs still tangled together. She had no words left, and simply let out a shuddering sigh, content, in that moment, just to lie there in the other woman's arms...

[Wart]

Wart sighed, the tenderness of each kiss making her skin tingle after the intense passion that consumed them so. Opening her eyes she gazed back into those of the girl laying against her. Growing up with ever-changing eyes everywhere, there was always something nice in eyes that stayed consistent. Her own now rested at rosy pink, considerably lighter than the fierce vibrant color they had been through the night.

She had enjoyed each and every motion and action that had transpired, experiencing all new sensations as well as causing them. Just as inexperienced as Tock, perhaps even more so, she played it by ear and by touch, responding to and returning each feeling according to vocalization and pleasure.

Now, she lay there, drained of energy but simply at ease, gazing at the face of the friend that had so unexpectedly just been her lover. She held her close, still bathing in the warmth of the other girl's skin against hers. Wart was in no hurry for this serene moment to end, though she knew it eventually would have to. A hand idly reached up and played with Tock's streak of color. Beyond her hand her eyes caught site of the door, and the inklings of light coming in underneath it. A faint smile spread across her lips. They had spent all night together. Gods, time had flown by.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Eventually, Tock fell asleep, arms and legs still entangled with the other girl. She slept quite well, better than she could remember sleeping in awhile. It had been quite a long time since she'd been with a girl, and her previous experience, while quite nice, hadn't been nearly as... energetic as this. They'd done things tonight she hadn't thought of with her previous lover, and the whole experience had a different feeling to it. One that was much more of sex, instead of... certain oral activities. While both experiences were pleasurable, and her time with Kyra was always a source of fond memories, the difference was quite strong. Something about the tangled limbs, the raw passion, the heat between both women, the grinding, writhing flesh that went so much beyond just getting the other girl off, and instead became a shared experience of... Of she didn't know what. She couldn't put words to it. She could only think that the things she'd done with Wart tonight were much closer to the way she imagined sex with a man would be, which was a very different thing than getting on her knees and pleasing a man with her lips (not that she had ever done either, with a man). One act, while enjoyable, didn't have the degree of intimacy that the other had. And along those same lines, the pleasure she'd given, and then received from Kyra, during that magical end of her time in Ravok, didn't quite compare to the mutual passion, the simultaneous, hot, thrusting, driving lust that had consumed her and Wart tonight. She dreamed of it all throughout the night, what little was left of it with the dawn already approaching. These thoughts and dreams left her quite invigorated, and so she woke with thoughts on her mind that she wanted to explore. She shifted, peering at the other girl through the faint light drifting through the closed shutters. She felt movement, and glanced down to see Bitey had crawled up onto the bed while she slept. Unlike the other Automatons, he couldn't obey her commands, for he lacked the intelligence to do so. Thus, while her other children had stood quietly in the corner all night, as she had ordered them to, Bitey had been free to wander as he pleased. And he was programmed to be drawn to her, and thus liked sleeping with his Mommy. She shooed him off, then proceeded to wake Wart back up for another go, before she had to leave for work. She straddled her in reverse, pulling Wart's legs apart to find the treasure she sought, and proceeded to do the things she'd dreamed about...

[Wart]

As Tock drifted to sleep Wart watched for a moment, staying awake to admire the peace on her face. After so long she too succumbed to what was left to the night and was forced to close her eyes.

Her dream wasn't quite as exciting as Tock's was to begin with. In it she found herself naked in a wide open expanse of sidewalk with a lot of chalk. She started drawing, though what she didn't know. After so long it became apparent that it was her friend's face, eyes closed. She didn't think much of it, no thoughts of it being strange or perhaps creepy ever occurred to her. Instead she continued, onto her neck, her arms, stomach, on down to her legs. When she was done she stepped back and looked at her work. Just then, the eyes opened. The drawing suddenly looked very real, and it reached an arm out and grabbed Wart's wrist. She gave no resistance, letting Tock pull her into the "drawing" with her. Once there pleasureful acts ensued that drew from everything the two had just experienced, and then some.

When she felt herself being woken again she opened her eyes slowly, regretting being pulled away from her dream. It didn't take long however for her to readily leave it far behind when she realized what it was Tock had woken her for. She caught on quickly, moving in accordance to the other girl and participating fully in enjoying and returning, yet again, everything she did.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Holding Wart's legs apart, tongue eagerly attending to her friend's pleasure, Tock moaned as the girl responded in kind. Her hips moved, adding pressure to the attention she was receiving, until the pleasure built up inside of her. Her fingers added to the work her tongue was performing, eager to ensure that her friend ascended to climax at the same time she did. Finally, it exploded inside her, and she clung to Wart's thighs, trembling and gasping. She collapsed atop her friend, then slowly rolled off, flipping around to be able to face her once more. She planted her friend's face with eager kisses, slipping her tongue into the girl's mouth, tasting herself on Wart's lips. Then she laid her forehead against Wart's, giggling, looking into those amazing eyes. Then, belatedly, she realized something. "Petch," she muttered. "I gots ta git ta work..." She rose, stumbling a bit, her legs not quite wanting to work. She searched around for her clothes, grabbing panties off the ground, unable to see what color they were in the bare light seeping through the closed shutters. "'Ese mine o' yers?" she asked, then shrugged and pulled them on anyway. She finished dressing, and pulled on her tool belt, feeling energized for the day. She smiled at Wart, still not worrying about the meaning or consequences of this night. It had been a good time, a great time, with someone she enjoyed a great deal. And maybe it would happen again. But from her point of view, that was it. "Guess I's... see ya 'round?" she said with a shrug. Hopefully her friend wouldn't get all... emotional about it. A good petching was a good petching, but it didn't have to mean something more...

[Wart]

She held Tock's legs just as she held hers, responding to everything both by what the girl was doing herself and by intuition and sheer passion. Everything intensified as the feelings escillated, until she felt herself reaching the peak of bliss just as Tock did.

When it subsided it was all she could do to simply lay there and breathe. She welcomed her friend back into her arms, holding her close and returning each kiss, reveling in the taste that each held. Wart answered the giggle with a breathless laugh. She couldn't help how adorable the sound of it was.

And then her face fell. "Oh yeah… shyke…" She remembered that she herself had to be at work as well. No doubt Lewd, and Tongue if he bothered to quit crying and show, would be there fuming.

Wart sat up a little too quickly and swooned a little, making her vision blurry. She squinted trying to see what Tock was holding but just laughed. "No idea." It took her a moment but she too scrounged up what was maybe most of her clothes and put them on. She noted that her own shirt had ended up with its share of tears but she wasn't exactly about to start caring what people thought of how she looked now. Finding her boots she sat down on the bed to slip them on and going through lacing each. Smiling up at the girl she nodded. "Maybe we can work on some project or somethin' sometime."

Her mind was far from any sort of emotional conclusions about their night together. She was in a great mood, which was rare, and she'd have a whole lot of memories to keep her mind busy for a long while. If anything she just hoped that she'd have the chance to work with her as they did that day on her wall outside. She was a valuable artist, not to mention a hell of a lot of fun. And of course perhaps have the chance to have another night such as this one. But for now, they each had life out there to go out and deal with.

Finished with each boot she stood, moving to the door. "Hey, that vagik boss o' yours keep givin' you a bad time, you jus' tell me where he lives an' his house is gonna have some not-so-pretty pictures on it," She said with a wink.