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This vignette was written for Ebni as part of my themed Patreon request day for July 2018. The theme this month was "Beating the Heat" and this story contains F/F sex between consenting adults. :3

A Moment in the Shade

All morning Erica had been determined to finish reading her book. It wasn't that it was a particularly good book, in fact it had kinda been a let down in terms of how predictably the plot had progressed, but that was why she was all the more eager to finish it. Erica hated leaving books unfinished, particularly mysteries, and now she was down to the last few pages.

Except... god, it was getting hot. When she'd settled down on one of the loungers outside, it had been seven AM. The sun had been up, but gentle in its warmth. Now though it was almost noon, and the full fury of the day's heat was beating down on the snow leopard to the point where even though she was entirely nude otherwise, she was cursing her lush, thick coat to hell and back. Every word was an effort to read not just because the sunlight was sapping Erica's mental capacity as fast as it seemed to be draining her strength, but also because the glare was so intense that she could barely make out the words on the page.

Could she not have just moved? Of course she could. But, if she could have moved, she could have held off reading the last few pages for a few hours at least. Erica was stubborn that way, and she was determined as ever not to be beaten down, not even by the sun itself.

Thankfully, before the snow leopard could stubbornly read her way into heat stroke, a blessed patch of shade swept over her upper body. Not so much as glancing away from her book for a moment, Erica just grinned triumphantly in her victory over the sun's impermanent fury, and hurriedly began to skim her way through the final couple of pages. Blah blah blah big twist. Blah blah killer revealed. Blah, it was the narrator all along! Blah blah last minute perspective switch to a more reliable version of the story's events, and...

She slammed the book shut with a mewling cry of triumph, and promptly tossed it away onto the grass.

"Well that was a waste of ti-..."

She began to murmur, only to freeze as she glanced around and noticed something. Something that she knew she should have noticed, something that she had been trying so hard to be better about noticing lately, but which right then she couldn't put her finger on until...

"O-oh. Hi, Heather. When did you get home?"

The shade. That was what she was noticing, or rather the source of the shade.

She beamed up at the love of her life, the skunk's lush, thick plumed tail raised up high and casting as much of a shadow over her as the noon sun would permit. Heather didn't smile back. She frowned, and folded her arms pointed.

"About five minutes ago. I went into the kitchen thinking that you'd have our picnic all prepped and ready, but instead I saw you out here. How was the book?"

She glanced knowingly at the discarded book lying on the grass. Erica shrugged.

"Eh, not great, but I've got an amazing new urban fantasy novel to start on this afterno-..."

For the second time in as many minutes, Erica's voice trailed off as her mind jabbed sharply at a different portion of her mind from within. Telling her that she was doing something dumb again, something selfish.

Her eyes widened, and she cursed loudly.

"Shitfuck! The picnic!"

Staring up at the skunk still standing there with arms folded, peering back over her shoulder as her tail continued to provide Erica with shade, the snow leopard shook her head, genuinely aghast.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, I forgot. I haven't been to the shops. I haven't prepared anything. I... god, I'm sorry."

Heather frowned, but her expression softened somewhat even as she did so.

"I know you are. But, the question is what are you going to do to fix it? When you moved in, when you said you wanted to start taking things more seriously with me, you said that you wanted to be a more giving person. You said you wanted to be accountable for the promises you made. And you asked me to remind you of that when you faltered. So, that's what I'm doing, okay?"

Still looking rather anguished by her own selfish absent-mindedness, Erica nodded.

"Yeah. T-thanks. It's just... I don't know how I can fix this one. I don't have time to get more food, and we don't have anything special in the house for me to make right now. You only have an hour till you have to be back at work, right?"

Heather sighed and shook her head.

"No, I have an hour for lunch. Total. It took me ten minutes to drive here, five to get to my car from work. So, I have about... twenty minutes left before I have to go. That's why we were just going to have a quick picnic out here on the grass, with all sorts of tasty, bite sized treats. At least, that was the plan."

With her brow furrowed, Erica was glad of the skunk's tail still even now selflessly providing her with shade so that she could even attempt to think up a solution. It was undeniable that she didn't deserve Heather. The skunk was endlessly patient with her lack of social nuance and tendency to space out on more important responsibilities if she got distracted by the slightest little thing. Hell, earlier in their relationship Heather had joked that they probably wouldn't have even made it that far were it not for Erica's tongue being able to almost always get her out of trouble.

The snow leopard's eyes widened, and in an instant she went from sorrowful to bouncing with glee.

"I... I know what I can do! It'll take less than twenty minutes, a-and... well, we can always grab a bowl of cereal each afterwards if you're still hungry."

Heather opened her muzzle to ask what Erica had in mind, but before she could do so her feline lover was lunging forward from where she had been resting on the lounger. Grabbing at her waist and... starting to unbuckle her belt from behind.

"E-Erica!"

Crying out in shock, but with laughter rather than any discomfort or frustration, Heather blushed and looked around instinctively, unaccustomed to feeling her clothing being unfastened while outdoors even if it was in their high fenced, enclosed back yard.

"Oh my god, Erica, a-are your really gonna... a-aaahh! Oh god, y-you are!"

She felt her slacks being pulled down to her knees, her panties following swiftly behind them, and then... then the snow leopard was pushing her forward, planting two firm hands upon the skunk's buttocks, and spreading them apart even as her tongue delved in between them and began to probe at Heather's ass. Throwing a hand across her muzzle Heather barely managed to keep from screaming as she felt her lover's tongue slip into her back passage as naturally and eagerly as ever. At an earlier point in their relationship she had felt almost guilty for how much she loved Erica's tongue, like she was somehow being disingenuous towards the snow leopard about how much she cared for her versus how much she loved the way Erica could make her feel. But, as their connection had deepened and Heather had come to learn of Erica's own struggles with relationships, she had made her peace with it. What they lacked in certain areas, they more than made up for in others. Their relationship wasn't perfect, but it made them both so happy in their own ways, and of course, together.

Erica had a lover who was happy to accept her despite her limited ability to commit emotionally and with sincere investment, and Heather... Heather had a lover who did not merely accept, but delighted in the fact that she was perhaps more physically invested in their relationship than she was intellectually.

"Oh god. Oh f-fuck, Erica... t-thank you!"

This wasn't a picnic. This was so much better than a picnic. Truth be told Heather sometimes held back on how often she asked Erica to pleasure her in this way, not wanting to seem greedy or like it was all that she wanted from the snow leopard. But if she did indeed admit the truth, there were few things that the woman she loved could do for her that would mean more, that would make her as happy as stuffing her tongue deep into the skunk's tender ass. Thus if this was how Erica wished to apologise for forgetting to prepare lunch, that was more than okay with Heather.

The skunk's tongue lolled out, her muzzle hanging slack as trembling hands reached around behind herself and shamelessly grasped at her own buttocks, spreading them apart to grant Erica even better and more unfettered access to her backside. Her legs quivered, and juices drooled from her pussy down her thighs as the snow leopard worked her magic. Even after months of living with Erica and a year dating her before that, Heather still didn't know what it was that her lover did which drove her so wild. Was it some tongue technique that only she could pull off? Was it simply her eagerness and passion? Was it just that Heather loved having sex with Erica so much that she felt like it was the best she'd ever had, each and every single time?

As far as Erica was concerned of course, there was no trick to her oral attacks upon Heather. It was just a case of her remembering what the skunk had enjoyed the most about her last tongue-lashing, and focusing more and more of her time on those sweet spots. Sex, or so she'd learned over the years, was one area where Erica had no trouble whatsoever maintaining her focus. Emotions were difficult. People's thoughts and hearts were fickle and ever changing. But, bodies? If you learned the way a particular person's body worked, it could more or less be guaranteed to continue working that way for a good number of years with only subtle variations.

Thus, after the first time she'd gone down on Heather and discovered just how personal and intimate the skunk found it that Erica trusted her enough to try rimming on what then had only been their fourth date, she had devoted at least a portion of practically every sexual escapade since to mapping out Heather's ass, and her pussy most of the time too, with her tongue. To exploring every crevice, to attempting every last one of the range of sensations her tongue was capable of provoking within those intimate reaches.

And now, as Erica sat pleasantly in the shade of her lover's tail and put all those many sessions of oral expertise to work, she was able to revel in the sounds and sights of Heather reacting to her with a kind of happiness that was all too easy for her to understand. With grunts, wails and strangled cries of pleasure escaping Heather, the snow leopard delved her tongue deeper and deeper into her lover's backside. She struck out at all the spots that she knew Heather loved, and even attempted a few new combinations of hitting them in sequence. With Heather's hands already happily holding her cheeks apart, that left one of Erica's own hands free to reach down between her legs and rub at the warm, damp exterior of her own nether regions while the other explored between her girlfriend's already soaking thighs.

"Erica!!"

Heather screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing around the neighbourhood far beyond the safety of their garden's fence as the snow leopard's tongue primed her like a grenade, only for a single finger of Erica's hand to graze her clit and pull the pin. Her eyes bulged as she rained down upon the interior of her panties and her slacks alike with a gush of hot ejaculate, Heather grunting, shuddering but somehow managing to stay upright as Erica made her cum. Her head span, and the pleasure just kept on coming as the snow leopard's tongue refused to cease its endeavours within her backside. Without stimulation applied to her pussy it was all but impossible for Heather to find herself over-stimulated and sore, thus as Erica just kept working and working at her ass, Heather wailed and whimpered as she came not just once, but twice, then a third time in non-stop succession.

Gleefully, not to mention blissfully tonguing Heather's ass while she caressed and rubbed at her own pussy, Erica giggled through her open mouth and twitching, quivering tongue as she heard and saw Heather growing increasingly incoherent. What at first had been cries of adoration and delight directed at Erica were now just manic grunts and shrieks of wordless gibberish as Heather was carried from peak to peak, from one soaring plateau to another without pause. She writhed, she squirted, she curled her toes down against the hot, dry earth and the parched grass. It was only when her tail twitched however, and when the shade it provided Erica was momentarily interrupted, that the skunk's multi-orgasmic rapture came to a close.

Erica winced as the shade of Heather's tail shifted to once side, exposing the eyes that had been wide open and fixated on the underside of the skunk's tail to the direct, blazing sun above. She drew back with a gasp as her eyes snapped instinctively closed, and in doing so dragged her tongue free from Heather's rump. There was nothing stopping her from putting it right back there of course, nor was there anything stopping Heather from slipping her tail back into position and giving Erica the shade she needed to keep on working in the dazzling sun and the scorching heat. But the moment had passed. At long last Heather had moved past the apex of her long, drawn out peak, and as Erica removed a dripping hand from between her own legs too, her eyes were heavy lidded with satisfaction as they fluttered gingerly open once more.

Shakily, still with her panties and slacks wrapped around her knees, Heather turned on the spot. She turned, fixed Erica's beaming face with a goofy, overwhelmed smile, and promptly tumbled to her knees as finally her legs gave out.

"Aww..."

Erica giggled and reached out, stroking the face of the blushing, panting skunk now kneeling in front of her.

"...you look exhausted. Shall I bring you a bowl of cereal for lunch?"

Weakly, Heather whimpered and nodded as she laid her head down on the side of the sun lounger. Again the snow leopard giggled, though after rising to her feet and taking a few steps away towards the house, she frowned and turned back to Heather with a more sincere expression written across her beautiful face.

"A-and, Heather? I... I really am sorry that it's just cereal. Next time I plan a picnic for us, I won't forget the food."

To Erica's delight and relief though, Heather just smiled back at her with a dreamy, overwhelmed look in her eyes.

"Thank you, Erica. But... honestly?"

The skunk nibbled bashfully on her bottom lip, glancing down the length of her body at her tangled, soaking wet panties and the trousers she was meant to be wearing back to work in... god, like right now, before looking back up at the woman who had changed her life forever the moment she first entered it.

"So long as you keep on apologising like... l-like how you just did? We're good. We're really, really... really fucking good."

By Jeeves

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