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“Alright, now just place one hand here on my face, and the other… can go, er, on my side!” Fiona instructed, guiding Daniella’s hands to their proper positions. She was worried the other woman might take her advice too literally, but it was a start. Daniella looked about as interested in this as she had been about the news channel on the television, or the modern gothic novels in Fiona’s personal collection.
So, entirely uninterested outwardly, with an underlying, undivided attention that was easy to miss. Fiona had certainly glanced over it many times since the two began living together. Like when Daniella had wanted to learn how to snuggle but didn’t know how to put it into words, or her desperation for finding the last answer in that crossword puzzle from a few months ago.
“You’ve already kissed someone before, right?” Fiona asked. Daniella stared back at her impassively, but gave a nod. If Fiona had to guess, her first kiss was probably stolen by Lorenzo or, worse, Riccardo.
“I am familiar with this kind of contact,” Daniella added. “Though I did not… lead it, myself.” Yeah, that checked out. Fiona resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she imagined Lorenzo, decrepit old man he was, showing a younger Daniella the ropes. It was a bit difficult to imagine Daniella as anything but an adult, but Fiona supposed she must have been a child at some point or another.
“That’s okay! That’s what I’m here for,” Fiona encouraged. She scooted closer until their folded knees were touching. “Just follow my lead, then let yourself experiment.” Daniella nodded again, shoulders set. With her hands in position, she pulled Fiona’s face toward her own until their lips tentatively touched.
It was light at first, barely a peck on both ends, but Fiona grabbed onto Daniella’s arms and tugged her closer until their lips were meshed together tightly. Her kissing partner momentarily stiffened, but soon after relaxed as they both settled into the contact. A brush against her lips surprised Fiona more than it should’ve. Of course she would escalate it. Daniella had done this before, after all. And wasn't she just telling Daniella to try anything out?
Fiona allowed Daniella’s tongue entry, eagerly meeting it with her own. It didn’t bother her that the other woman didn’t let out nary a sound - Daniella had a penchant for silence even in the most bizarre of times. Instead, she focused on the rhythm of the deepening kiss, their tongues surging forward and falling back like the tides. For a bit, she felt herself heat up a little and minded carefully the breaths she took through her nose. Passing out from suffocation was not a part of the plan.
Though her partner was a fast learner, the whole experience felt a little artificial - practiced, but not passioned. Moving her hands to Daniella’s face, she tapped a couple times in the signal they’d developed and Daniella pulled back, expressionless as always. Fiona scrunched up her face, searching for something she didn’t find.
“Daniella, you don’t have to just sit there repeating the same motions. You can touch me if you'd like. Just... if you want to do something, try it. I’ll let you know if I don’t like it.” Daniella blinked in that slow way that Fiona always took to mean recognition. In lieu of inviting the next kiss, she leaned back in and pressed their lips together again, starting from the top. It heated up much faster than before, progressing to french-kissing before Fiona knew it. Wasn't this a little quick-?
The moment the kiss deepened, Fiona was lurched forward and pitched into Daniella’s lap. All she could muster was a muffled gasp as she landed straddling one of the older woman’s thighs. Heat swam like fire in her veins, making her head spin dangerously. She attempted moving away, but the more she tried to reposition herself the hotter she grew, heart pounding in rhythm with her movements.
As she moaned into the kiss, which hadn’t lessened in intensity any, it occurred to Fiona that this was her and Daniella’s first time together. Arms around her back, ensnaring her in place, suggested Daniella was all too ready for it. The thought made her moan again as she gave in and began gently rocking against Daniella, need blooming in her center. That glorious friction set Fiona even further ablaze and pushed her to go faster, grind harder.
Her arms slung around Daniella’s neck with reckless abandon, drawing her even closer than before. Likewise, the arms around her back tightened until their chests were smushed together. It was the greatest indication that Daniella was as engulfed in this fervor as her, aside from the enthusiasm she poured into their scorching kiss. Fiona's mind was filled with touch and sensations and seeking out more - needing more.
Fiona molded herself into Daniella, needing with every fiber of her being to get closer. One of Daniella’s arms left her back, and just as soon there were fingers creeping along the side of her thigh. Would she reach between her legs...? No, they instead tiptoed their way up until the hand wormed its way between their tightly-woven bodies and rested against the general location of Fiona’s womb.
Ah.
A thrum of heat settled deep in her gut, and she rutted especially hard against Daniella’s leg, even though the pressure against her stomach got slightly in the way. It's presence reminded Fiona of one of her early encounters with Daniella from back inside the castle. But instead of the confusion and violation she’d felt at the time, all she could register was pure lust and a silly joy at being coveted so openly by Daniella. And, well… she supposed… there were worse fetishes in the world.
Fiona managed to hit just the right angle and stars burst behind her eyes, her gasp breaking off the prolonged kiss. Ducking her head, Fiona avoided Daniella's lips as she chased that feeling. With a few attempts, it began spreading throughout her body, warm and electric. She registered something touching her head and, after a few especially hard thrusts, she collapsed onto Daniella’s shoulder.
She panted, mind completely blank. Intense… Too intense. Probably too much all at once. Really, a monumental leap in their relationship that they probably weren’t ready for.
But… nice. Satisfying. Fiona heaved a heavy sigh.
There was a hand rubbing her back soothingly, and another carding fingers through her hair. Fiona melted into the caresses. Her breath began to even, and Fiona lifted her leaden head to gaze up at her girlfriend. Daniella stared back. There was a quirk to the corner of her mouth that betrayed her brazen pleasure at her handiwork.
“Did you like that?” she had the gall to ask. Fiona giggled, slow at first until she was hunched into Daniella’s shoulder again, her whole body shaking with laughter. Looking back over, mirth was clearly visible in Daniella’s face; in the angle of her eyebrows and the crinkles around her eyes. What a tease.
“No,” Fiona managed between intermittent giggles. She shook her head and captured Daniella’s lips gently in one last kiss. “It was even better.”