Unintended Intruder - 06
The hills were alive with the sounds of romance, and Abigale rested in the embrace of her lair. It had been a long time since the trappings of her human life had mattered to her, and this place allowed her a comfort she had never been able to experience in other places. From the base of her belly, a clutch of eggs nestled together in nest ... her nest. Life was everywhere ... and the world was theirs. The sound of birds chirped too loudly and then one flew away. Abigale opened her eyes and breathed deeply the scent of another. Another? A slight movement caused concern in her mind as she realized it was Marcy in her arms. Her slightly smaller friend had curled up into her, using Abigale's womanly features as a cushion. For a moment, the thought of pushing Marcy away caused Abigale's muscle's to tighten, but the sound of her friend's breath, the smell of her hair, and the soft glow they shared stopped her. This moment was a strange one, but it was a pleasant sort of strange. Then, as her thoughts and emotions collected themselves, a single realization occurred to her. We're on the floor. After taking a deep breath, Abigale strained to sit upright. The left side of her body hurt from the carpet and she discovered a dark stain had soaked into it. As she wondered what to do next, Marcy stirred and rolled onto her back. "Morning, Abbs," Marcy mumbled. "Good morning," Abigale replied, a touch of confused concern swirling in her mind as she tried to recall all of the details of the previous night. "Kiss?" Marcy asked, and Abigale leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek. "Weak," the prone woman spoke with an edge of disappointment in her voice. "Sorry," Abigale replied. Marcy's body popped as she raised herself into a sitting position. "No regrets," she said with fire in her eyes. "Right," Abigale replied, not knowing if she meant it. "Say it and mean it," the order came, and Abigale searched inside of herself for its truth. "No ... regrets," she stated and the power of the words seemed to prop her back up. "No regrets," Marcy repeated with a firm nod. "Now fucking kiss me." Unable to think of anything cleaver to say, Abigale closed her eyes, and pressed her lips onto those of her friend. A moment later, her mouth was being invaded by a slippery tongue and both women emitted pleased sounds. "Better." "Yea," Abigale agreed, "better." "Your breath stinks." "Yours too." "I'm hungry," Marcy said with her usual smirk but then she took a sharp breath. "Are you alright?" "Wow," Marcy blinked, "I'm really hungry." "Oh, yeah," Abigale said with a slightly guilty look, "that happens." "Yeah but ... dang, I want a steak." "I've been craving meat and protein ever since this started," Abigale admitted with a stretch. "Let's get something." The next two hours became a montage of food and small-talk. Though old friends, they suddenly had new things to discuss. "You want to run away together?" Marcy asked as she nibbled on her bacon. "Can ... we really afford that?" "Why not?" the business woman remarked in her professional tone. "I've only been sticking around this boring place because you wouldn't leave. I've been offered a mint for the store more than once ... let's sell it and get out of this dead end place!" "But ... where would we go?" Abigale took a breath then added, "How would we live?" "Maybe that video of yours will tell us." "Maybe ..." "Hey," Marcy told her as she took her lover's hand and gave it a squeeze. "You're not alone in this. We are in this together, now." "I ... yeah, that's true," Abigale blushed as she gave her new girlfriend a bashful look. "It's going to take some getting used to." "Well, I've only been imagining this moment in my head for ten years, now," Marcy told her in a casual tone, "so you can let me drive while you get your baring." "Thank you," Abigale half-whispered and the two of them stayed that way for a time as they listened to the clock tick on the wall. "So ... what now?" "Now, we go to your place," Marcy told her." "Why?" "Research!
"Have I ever mentioned how your place screams, fuck me I'm desperate?" Marcy asked as she looked at the leather furniture and a carelessly left out dildo. "Sorry," Abigale muttered as she put the silicone object back in its drawer, "I've been kinda distracted, lately." "Distracted?" Marcy asked with a sly smile. "I've been flopped on the floor like a cat in heat," Abigale pouted and her friend moved into her personal space with mock concern on her face. "Oh dear ... well we simply cannot have that." "No," Abigale said sternly as the instincts of routine pulled away. For a moment the two of them just stood there and she could see the hurt in her friend's eyes. "Sorry ... uhm ... old habits die hard." "Right," Marcy said in unconvincing acceptance. "Damn it," Abigale cursed as she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman and pulled her close. "I'm sorry," she whispered, and. Marcy's smaller arms came up around her and the two of them stayed that way for several seconds. "How sorry are you?" Marcy asked with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Then their lips locked, tongues collided, and before a proper collection of thoughts could be knit into something coherent ... their clothes were flying off and they were crashing into the leather couch. Marcy pinned her lover down, pressing hard against the womanly curves while her hands found special places along the female landscape. Strong fingernails drug down the huskier woman's flanks, drawing throaty gasps. A trail of fiery kisses burned from top to bottom until the blond woman's teeth were nibbling on Abigale's lower lips. "Ooohhh ... gooohhh ..." Abigale splayed her legs wide open as the skilled tongue lapped, darted, and teased. Work worn fingers ran through thick blond hair then gripped her tightly as a convulsion ripped through her and a jet of lady cream spurted into Marcy's mouth. "Ooohhh god ... I'm sooo ... that's never ..." "It's fine," Marcy said as she licked her lips and pealed her panties off. She adored the excitedly frightened look on her Abby's face as she moved closer. "I like your taste." Marcy teased, then she angled herself masterfully, and pressed their nethers together, beginning a special dance. Abigale discovered her friend had a clitoral erection that dragged along her sopping walls, teasing and tickling in ways that drew gasps of pleasure from them both. Abigale wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, palmed her butt, and ground together. In moments they were both peaking again ... and again ... The sun traveled across the sky, but they could not resist the needs of the other. Taste ... touch ... scent ... all were an intoxicating mixture which fed a hunger that had built over a decade of neglect. The day past by as they moved to different rooms, but they never made it far. In their wake they left a trail of mess and discarded sex-toys, which, to Marcy's amusement, were hidden in nearly every corner of every room. "Wasn't there a video we were supposed to watch?" Abigale finally asked as they rested on the floor next to the kitchen table. "Yeah," Marcy whimpered as she lay across Abby's lap and stretched. "You need to get up." "Why?" "Because you're on top," Abigale reminded her. "Oh ... yeeeaaahhh ..." "And I gotta pee!" Marcy snorted but did not move. "I'm serious," Abigale warned again, and then she gave a weak shove that flopped Marcy onto the floor. "Ow." "I warned ya," Abigale chided as she wobbled to her feet and then stumbled to the bathroom. Marcy flung the door open just as her girlfriend was finishing which elicited a surprised shriek from her. "Hey!" "Oh, sorry," Marcy apologized as her eyes studied the other with a possessive edge, "old habits die hard." "Touché," Abigale snorted as she flushed and then washed her hands. Then she turned and checked Marcy on the arm. "Tag, you're it." Marcy laughed and then took her turn. Abigale took the opportunity to kick over an untidy pile of media and then seize the DVD she was looking for. It went into the player and the video was beginning just as Marcy returned. "Oh, so we're finally going to watch the video?" "Well I can't feel my legs," Abigale teased, "so yeah ... let's do something else for a while." "Suit yourself," Marcy shrugged as she flopped down onto the couch and seized a throw pillow. Abigale looked upon her fondly, for a time, before she too settled into place and cuddled up next to her girlfriend. Before them, the FBI warning played and faded to black. The women one the couch drew together, holding each other close while they gained an understanding for their children and the people who they could become.