Honey x Breezie 2
Breezie and Honey begin their little challenge with a passionate makeout session.
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This is a _Sonic the Hedgehog _fanfiction. All characters are copyright their respective owners and are written as above the age of 18.
Breezie titters at having gotten Honey to accept her challenge. The older hedgehog slips her hands down Honey's arms, clasping onto her and lacing their fingers together. “Oh yes, this is going to be so much fun."
“Yes, it will," Honey says, narrowing her gaze and watching Honey with a sneer. “I can't wait to see how you'll overwhelm me."
Honey blinks, frowning. Of course, Honey, who had more experience here, would trick Breezie into leading. The older woman bites her lip momentarily, mulling over the situation. Then she leans in, pressing her lips to Honey's.
Like the first time the two of them kissed, this is a magical experience, a softness that comes from innocence spreads between them. But Honey can't let Breezie be too comfortable in the situation. The cat reaches around, grabbing the hedgehog by the back of the quills. She can keep herself from being hurt by those spikey things by moving her arm with her fighter's mastery through the well-kept hairstyle. The feline pushes Breezie forward, and despite the cat being slightly shorter, Honey takes the lead, leaning forward, pulling Breezie down so that she is held in the cat's hands.
The rough, feline tongue dances around Breezie's mouth, pushing its way inside and tasting the victory to be had within. Her free hand holds onto Breezie's back, keeping the hedgehog from falling over.
Breezie finds herself overwhelmed by the cat's passion. Through the difficult and overpowering kiss, she wonders just what sort of experience Honey has. Who has been on the receiving end of her authoritative hands? Who has been deceived by the dance of that daring tongue?
One thing is for sure, and that is that Honey is a fighter. So, if it's a fight that she wants, it is a fight that she will get. Breezie grabs Honey by the hair and hooks a leg around the cat's ankle. This knocks the two over, sending them tumbling onto the ground. Breezie pulls free from the kiss, licking her lips and fluttering her eyes. “Oh, that's nice and all, but is kissing all you're going to do?" she asks, moving her hands away from Honey's hair and down to her dress, fumbling about at undoing the thing.
Honey snickers, her hands shooting to Breezie's body, unbuttoning her jacket and shirt one button at a time. “What's the matter, lover? Can't get a girl out of her dress? And you wanted to prove you could woo me? For shame."
Honey pulls the unbuttoned shirt apart, revealing the lacy bra underneath. “And what's this? You dressed up all nice just for me, didn't you? I don't know if I should call you sweetie or call you a slut. That depends on which one you're more excited to be called."
“Call me Breezie, because you aren't going to praise or humiliate your way out of this," Breezie says. However, a neuron does fire in the back of her head when she hears both of those terms—just something to remind herself for later. First, she unhooks the dress from the back and pulls the thing over Honey's shoulders.
Surprisingly, the fashionista does not fight the removal of her dress. Instead, she climbs out, pulls herself free, and lies on the floor. What she wears underneath is a tight black under outfit wrapped around her neck, crossing over her chest. It is a two-piece with smalls that hook to the black stockings and a garter belt as well. When she sits back, she spreads her legs gently, fluttering her eyes and saying, “Impressed?"
Breezie can't help but blush at the sight of the woman before her. Before she can think about what she's saying, she spurts out “Magnificent!" only to clasp her hands over her mouth, her eyes furrowing in anger, either at Honey for tricking her, for herself for falling for the girl, or for both.
Honey laughs, covering her mouth, her legs spread, her other hand slipping down over her exposed body and down between her legs, rubbing gently. “If you want me to listen to this ridiculous payment plan idea of yours," says Honey, hooking her fingers over her undergarments. “Then you gotta play nice and show me what you got."
“I can do whatever you want," says Breezie, getting up on her knees, to her bra, skirt, and shoes. “Many in the business world have underestimated me."
“I wonder if you had to sleep around to get where you are…." Honey teases, pulling her garment aside. She reveals for Breezie her wanting and aroused pussy. “What am I saying? You're so awkward at this. I can believe you when you said you got exactly where you are on your own merit. I'm honored to be the first person you slept with to get to the top."
“I don't need to sleep with you to get what I want," says Breezie.
“Then pay up front."
Breezie grumbles, “You'll regret egging me on like this.
“Oh, I very much doubt it," Honey says, giving Breezie the smuggest of smug cat faces that ever did smug.
Breezie wrinkles her nose at that smugness. How dare Honey believe that she has the upper hand in their interaction? Indeed, Breezie has not done this before, but it can't be that hard to get in there and stimulate a girl like Honey. Breezie begins by bringing her hand to her face, biting at the tip of her glove. She tugs her arm downward, pulling her hand free of the thing. She won't be needing it where she's going after all.