#they can not tempt me like this and not expect me to go APESHIT over it

[paigemathews]

Technically, the show made it canon with Wyatt scaring off Piper’s dates, but the cousins and Paige definitely can do the glowing eyes thing. Definitely a thing that (at least some of them) can eventually do on command, because hi, an upper-level Warren witch turning glowing eyes on you is a nat 20 for intimidation, but it also happens involuntarily when they’re using a lot of magic or their emotions get intense while using magic. Why? Because the show canonically made that a possibility and having a witch with glowing eyes is cool as fuck man!!

[xhanisai]

What if you had it all, But nobody to call?

AO3 / FFN

Summary:  "...Am I dreaming?" 

Marinette almost leapt to her feet and turned around, only for common sense and the hammered identity rule to slap her in the face and keep her rooted on the spot. 

Her Chaton was crying...crying. His entire body shook and shuddered as the sound of his quiet gasps filled the tense air, his touch now a raging inferno coursing through her veins.

And she couldn't even bring him into her arms and brush his tears away with her pinpricked fingers.

    ~(x)~

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   Ladybug and Chat Noir's abilities were capable of many, many things. Things that were miraculously incredible to say at the very least and beyond scientific comprehension- for goodness sake, how many times have Ladybug brought the dead back to life after the umpteenth distraught puppet villain razed them to the ground?  And how many times have Chat Noir managed to take down La Tour Eiffel with one singular touch, rendering it to nothing but ashes and dust in the wind?  However, as magnificent and majestic as their powers were, not even they were able to prevent the dreaded pandemic that took over the world by a storm and put everyone completely at its mercy.  This time, the heroes that the world needed were those with medical training, scrubs and a vow to the Hippocratic oath.  Mon Dieu, were they such brilliant, resilient heroes indeed.  .  Despite the United Nations worldwide urging all civilians to stay indoors at all times (unless necessary outings were needed) and countries locking down dozens at a time, Le Papillon let it all flow through one ear and out the other. It's as if he has an addiction to sending out akumas left, right and centre as severe as a chain-smoker and the fact that there's an airborne virus that could completely destroy even the most healthiest person was just a muted buzz in the background. 

 Then again, what does one expect from the tunnel-visioned, single-minded, 'father of the year', Gabriel fucking Agreste?

     "There are people literally dying out here and this crusty old man can't even take a hint!?"

   "My Lady, what do we expect from the same man who regularly akumatises M. Ramier?"

 Of course, the teenaged vigilantes had no choice but to risk their safeties as well as their loved ones by sneaking out of their abodes and battling the millionth akuma on the streets. 

   "Chaton...my parents are starting to think I'm constipated. CONSTIPATED."

   "I told you, just use the shower excuse rather than the toilet excuse."

   "But then they'll think I have some sweaty teenaged puberty problem!"

   "Either way it's a bit shit, isn't it?"

   "Oh fuck off..."

 Thankfully, Tikki and Plagg were able to upgrade their traditional superhero suits, extending the masks downwards so that they covered the heroes' lower faces and filtered out the air, keeping them safe as they battled. However, social distancing was a whole new different obstacle that made these very fights thousands of times harder to win.  The numerous events that Chat Noir had to be verbally restrained from going absolutely apeshit on akumas that gave Ladybug a beating that went too far when he could have pushed her away in ordinary circumstances was just insane. The heroine never realised how dangerous her infamous clumsiness could be at times, concluding her completely vulnerable and at the akuma's mercy whilst Chat Noir has no choice but to scream her name in agony a good distance away.  And vice versa.  Oh mon Dieu.    She has had witnessed her poor partner get skewered and burnt alive by the more unforgiving victims too many times, her shaking arms aching to bring his body against hers so that she can feel his heart beating under her touch and lay kisses upon his tousled locks just to ensure her barely sane mind that he was still alive.  That he won't leave her forever.  The pandemic was such a vile curse...  And it made everyone feel so, so alone.  Finally, after months of these life-threatening fights, both physical and internal, both Ladybug and Chat Noir against le Papillon and the doctors and nurses and essential workers against the virus, a new testing system was introduced.

   "I finally got my results! I got negative. What about you, Bug?"

   "I got negative too! Dieu merci...looks like those sniffles I had really was hayfever after all,"

   "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that, Ladybug. I...I couldn't help but think the worst when you mentioned about the sniffles last week...and I even yelled at you for coming out to battle the other day..."

   "Chat, you only had my best interests in mind...and I would have had done the same. But you can make it up to me, now that we can share a social bubble,"

   "How?"

   "Follow me!"

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   "-And now, we can freely grab each other whenever we want and we will be back in sync during akuma battles in no time. Isn't that great? Neither of us has to wallow in guilt or cry because we weren't able to push the other one out of harm's way." Marinette sighed happily, her bare hands squeezing her Chaton's as they both rested their backs against the pillar in between them.  The noir-haired girl couldn't help but let her fingers and thumbs map out every nook, every crevice and every feature of her partner's hands like a desperate lover.  The way that his longer, thicker fingers flexed under her touch and curled warmly against hers, the rough callouses on the palms that indicated years of hard work to whatever sport he's dedicated himself to, the glossy smoothness of his detransform miraculous on his right hand and its ridges poking into her skin and the sweet body heat that emanated from his caresses and sent her entire body aflame.  She missed this.  Dieu, she missed her partner's physical touch so much.

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   "...Am I dreaming?"

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 Marinette almost leapt to her feet and turned around, only for common sense and the hammered identity rule to slap her in the face and keep her rooted on the spot.  Her Chaton was crying...crying. His entire body shook and shuddered as the sound of his quiet gasps filled the tense air, his touch now a raging inferno coursing through her veins.  And she couldn't even bring him into her arms and brush his tears away with her pinpricked fingers.  "Chat Noir?? What's wrong?" She asked, her heart skipping multiple beats when she attempted to move her hands away from his, only for Noir to grip them tightly and entwine their fingers firmly.  A perfect fit.  .  "S-Sorry...heh-I'm not upset," He reassured her, tightening his clasp on her hands lovingly, his lips aching to press against her sweet, bare-knuckles in a sound kiss. "It's just...it's just been a while since I've had proper human contact, My Lady...so I've almost forgotten what it's like to be touched...or touch another..."  Adrien felt her move, rather than saw, his Lady's breath hitching in her throat as she in return sent a squeeze back to him. It was as if his entire being was surrounded by a pool of warmth, lighting up his crushed soul and cleansing his shattered heart. The urge to just turn around and envelope her in his greedy arms was exorbitantly unbearable.   She was right there, just behind him, tempting him with that oh-so-familiar bakery scent of cinnamon and vanilla that he could taste it. Alas, his unwavering sense of loyalty to her rules and his primal feelings to keep her safe kept him chained down.  .  But sometimes, even the most beaten down, the most saddest and the most broken of people can receive a glimpse of hope.

   "Well, now you can have all the human contact you want, Chat. C-Close your eyes and I'll come to you- mine are closed too."

 She didn't give him a chance to answer, using her hands to manoeuvre her way towards him until finally, she found his lap and settled down before bringing him in for a well-needed embrace and burying his head into the crook of her neck. Adrien didn't hesitate in crushing her body against his chest, his arms locked around her waist, one hand digging into her smooth tendrils whilst the other one clenching the fabric of her shirt on the small of her back.  He selfishly inhaled in her scent, his tears saturating her neck whilst she in turn let her fingers tangle with his blonde strands, lips puckered against his nape as she memorised the pattern of his heartbeat in tandem to hers. 

   "How long can w-we stay like this?"

   "As long as you would like, mon Minou..."

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They stayed like that in the same position, all night.

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~(x)~

[imcynfinite]

the bubble.

I wanted to see her.

I told myself I’d quit being the initiator when it came to dating, because I was learning to be patient with other people’s approach towards me. Sometimes, I needed validation in knowing someone was interested, but didn’t leave room for them to show it. So I took a personal vow; set a boundary. But there was something about her that felt real good and genuine, and it was a beautiful Monday that felt full of promise if I let it. I thought I’d break my boundary for her; I knew what I wanted, and I didn’t feel like playing a game. I just wanted to see her. There’s a movie I’ve been dying to see playing at a theater I love in the Lower East Side. It could make for a really fun date, so in the middle of our already flowing conversation, I shoot her a text: “Would you like to go to a movie with me tonight?” She’s at work, so I don’t anticipate a quick respon–– “Yes. Yes, I’d love to.” ...well, then. I give her details about the movie, and she agrees again, and we talk a little more... an hour later, she sends another text: “I’m really happy you asked me out. I can be a normal human today. And I get to make you laugh.” I smiled at the thought of her enjoying the smile she regularly puts on my face. And I carry that feeling with me as I go about my day in preparation for the night I’m about to have. ––––– I’m sitting in the theater’s cafe. Open concept with big windows illuminating the room, which is littered with people here and there, waiting for their movie to start. I check my scent to make sure I still smell of vanilla and pull out my phone to ensure my make-up isn’t caked and my headwrap is aligned. I look fantastic. Everything’s fine... but it isn’t. Because my nerves are getting the best of me. Every time the theater doors open, I’m expecting it to be her. My heart races until I see it’s someone else, and then the process of talking myself down starts and lasts for two minutes... until the doors open again. But when she finally walks in, I take in a deep breath. Her head moves from left to right, searching for me, and I’m right there. Suddenly, I’m not so nervous. I’m excited. I didn’t know how happy I’d be to see her, but her energy's so bright, I couldn’t help but brighten myself. She smiles when she sees me. I rise from my seat and we embrace a friendly one. We make small talk as we head to the snack counter and grab something, and the whole time, I’m giddy that the date has started. The giddiness tries to consume me, but somehow, I do a great job at letting it simmer as we make our way to the movie.

We find our seats and chat as we wait for the lights to dim. A kind chat, asking about each other’s day, talking about what we’re about to see, and everything else in between our curiosities allowed. An Asian film that’s been sweeping the critics’ eyes, she had no idea what she was in for. And, in some ways, neither did I. Suddenly, the lights begin to give way. And somehow, in a room full of people, our bubble developed. The movie begins and I’m in it. I’m concentrated, paying it close attention. Beautiful, airy cinematography and pace as we watch the protagonist, a writer who can’t catch a break as she navigates a lonely world of independence, being thrusted into a world left behind to revisit her family and herself in China. But as we’re twenty minutes in, I feel her shift next to me and our shoulders get closer. Suddenly, my attention is divided. There was something really sweet here, the silence we harbored but the energy we shared. I can’t put a finger on what I was feeling, but I’d sit there wondering if she felt it, too. If it distracted her like it was distracting me. There were moments where I had to cross my legs because the energy made me throb a little. Just the closeness was doing something to me. I swear to God, I watched the movie. It was a soft film that gave us humor and heart I didn’t expect, and I was present for a lot of it. But at some moments, I’d take a peek at the way she sits, like a person who takes up space: legs apart with great posture and her arms crossed over her chest. I’d be so turned on by it. Her masculinity, in energy and embodiment, was really attractive. Throughout the film, there are moments where she laughs, and it’s an endearing one. Almost childlike. A little loud and free. If you see her, you don’t automatically expect such a cuteness to come from her. Her presence is a gentle strength. She doesn’t try, it just is. But when you see her smile? You get it. You see it. I’d catch that smile when I’m surprised by the laugh, and turn to see the light from the screen illuminating her teeth as she grins. It warms me. I’m noticing she’s precious. Finally, the movie ends, and we sit in the dark for a moment. Through the bits of light coming from the credits now scrolling on screen, we turn to each other. A shared, “Time to go?” “Yeah, let’s do it,” conversation. We rise and leave, waddling like penguins through the crowd. As we walk out, we talk about what we saw. What we liked. What didn’t work. Questions we had. We march out of the double doors and into the heat of the night, and that first brush of humid breeze flirts with me. Already, I feel loose. The night feels like it’s just starting, and I don’t want it to end. She leads me towards the direction of her car, and I’m tempted to ask if we could just...walk. Because I just want to keep sharing this time with her. And as if she wanted what I did all on her own merit, we somehow agree without saying so, that we will continue the night. There’s a linger in the space between us as we walk. My arms to my sides, bumping against my hips, and her hands lazily tucked into her pockets, like a gentleman. We talk about where we’d move to in the city if we had all the money in the world with the privilege of the choice. Our bubble is sweet. Flirtatious. Calm, but it can be felt. So much so that I can feel it rush from my toes to my fingertips. We get to her car and there’s a weight. A question. One of us wants to say something. Neither of us wants the night to end. Suddenly she asks, “Are you hungry?” and I say, “Yes.” She opens the car door for me, and I hop in, grinning inside. As soon as she climbs into her car and closes the door, the silence that shuts out the outside world is beautiful. I’m sitting beside her, feeling glad for the confined space. I feel safe next to her as she tells me she’s taking me to a Venezuelan spot in Williamsburg I’m gonna love. She pulls out of her parking space and we drive through the Lower East Side of Manhattan, talking a fun, light conversation with giggles and a game of questions. My passenger’s seat is reclined a tiny bit, so I’m sprawled across it, arms behind my head, comfortable. I’d... also be a liar if I pretended I hadn’t known my bra that night held my girls up beautifully, and if she peered at me, she’d get an amazing view. Because, I knew. And as we drove across the Brooklyn Bridge and I brought attention to the beauty of the water and skyscrapers outside, I caught her peering. And it made me feel good.  ...I like the way she looks at me. I catch her sometimes, and try not to imagine it. I try not to imagine all of this. At times, I think I’m the only one feeling the sweetness in the tension. That maybe, I’m romanticizing our moments together, but I don’t know... –––––   We make it to the restaurant, sit across from each other in this dim, red lighting, order our drinks, and continue talking. I’m a lightweight who ordered a strong margarita, so a few sips in, I’m tipsy and fluid. I start talking, about what, I don’t remember. But, as I speak, she leans in and stares at my lips, and I wonder what she’s thinking. I pretend I don’t notice, but the pit of my stomach dances because even when she looks into my eyes, she finds her way back to my mouth. I’d stop speaking and she’ll take a moment to pick her eyes up and respond. And when she responds, she has an answer. She was listening. But she doesn’t hide the fact that she likes where the words are coming from. The food comes and it looks amazing. This hot dog jam packed with toppings I’d never find on the streets of New York City. Textures of all times, tastes of all levels consume me when I take a my first bite, tastebuds going apeshit. Maybe it’s because the drink was hitting hard, but it was a literal orgasm in my mouth. I moan with happiness, almost tearing up at how good that bite, and every bite after that, was. Behind her food, she’s amused, grinning as she tells me I may be borderline drunk, and she’s right. My eyes are low and I’m smiling a lot more. She cracks jokes and my giggles are stronger. My body’s hot, so I shift and move in my seat. I stare at her with intention as she speaks and as our conversations get deeper. And she watches all of me, sometimes smirking at my freeness the drink provided. Her eyes are just... on me, the whole time, and I’m turned on. From the company, from the food, from the drink, from the beauty I know I’m expelling, from the handsomeness she’s throwing back, and from this sensual ass bubble that keeps filling with our energy. Time passes, and we look up from our bubble to see we’re the last ones there. A worker is mopping the floor and the bartender is cleaning the bar by the time we decide it’s time to go. She gets up to pay and use the bathroom, and as she stands and walks away, I do my best not to stare too hard. But she has a body, man. This... strong body that, just by the way she moves in it, shows a woman who has had numerous life experiences to get to this point of self comfort. To move without inhibitions in her skin. She is gentle and sturdy. Broad shoulders, a smooth chest, slight curves at her hips, thick thighs through her jeans... I loved watching her. And maybe it was because I was so tipsy that the thought of wrapping my arms around those shoulders filled my head. Wanting to kiss her lips. Lips plump and circular. Pink and tempting. But no matter what I want to do, I don’t. Not yet. We walk out, and do that slow walk again. The night’s coming to a close. She has work early in the morning, and I have to catch my train. We walk, side by side, swept into innocent conversation. There’s a temptation we don’t all the way act on. We flirt and we laugh and we marvel at each other’s presence secretly, but what we COULD do? Kiss and touch and taste? We don’t. Not yet. We’re two people eager to get to know each other. And how easy it can be getting lost in the physical of it all, when the test of patience in how well you build your intimacy through energy, vulnerability, closeness, and conversation is right there. I’ve never done this with intent before. Dating it still such a foreign concept for me. It’s a challenge, because I know I want her. And I know she wants me, too. But, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love this. Not rushing to touch, or taste. It makes the moment she tapped my thigh during the movie sweet. Or the time she gave me her button up shirt to shield my hair and face when it rained hard on us at the pier during our prior date, endearing. Or just sitting next to her in her car, feeling her energy, that much sexier. I like moving at this pace. We give ourselves room to learn each other before moving to something more revealing. It’s a ladder we’re climbing. We part ways with a hug. Not like the friendly one when we greeted each other. This one was warm. Sensual. Soft and even sexy. That’ll do for now. But when I get home, she texts me how much fun she had. How pretty I am. How she loves talking to me. My heart races because I share all of those same feelings. I’m swept away by how much fun I had and how good it felt to want someone, and to know they wanted you, too. I notice, though, that she’s shy with her words in person. I can tell. And that’s okay with me. She’ll say what she feels whenever she needs to. We’re still so new to each other, this being our third date, and there are levels to this. I’m learning to appreciate the levels. Because I know a time is coming where she feels completely comfortable enough to say what she’s thinking to my face. “And maybe,” I think to myself as I get into bed, a smile planted so wide as I recall my night. “...when we finally kiss, it’ll be her chance to speak every thought on her mind. And I want to hear everything.”

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They had dressed and sprayed air freshener, but the musky scent of sex still seemed too obvious for their father to miss. He had his feet up on the coffee table with Camdens head in his lap. Were fine, Jacob assured her. Dad came in through the kitchen. Molly heard the garage door open and scanned the room one last time. Camden had lovely feet, with perfectly pink nails. Jacob, Im gonna need you to run me to the airport and pick me up again on Sunday afternoon. Molly was sitting with Camdens legs across her lap and was tracing her bare feet with trembling fingers. Molly had painted those nails a hundred times over the years, but touching them now created a new kind of flutter in her stomach. The satisfied smile on his face made her chuckle. Jacobs eyes were wide as he glanced between Camden and Molly. She smiled at him and nodded. Hey, he muttered, sounding tense and tired. Im gonna have to fly out tonight to fix a screw up in Atlanta. You make a nice pillow. Camden sighed happily, then sat up. Molly was tempted to tease him, but something in his eyes seemed vulnerable just then. He whispered, Youll wait for me? Dad packed in minutes and by the time Jacob had his shoes on they were ready to go. Camden had sat up and was looking over the back of the couch as they came back into the living room. Oh, hey Camden, Dad said with a weary smile. I hope you fix the problem. I didnt see you there. I dont mind Camden hanging out, but no parties, no guests, and no drinking my liquor. Camden gave him a sympathetic smile. Sorry you have to work all weekend. Well clean up and get ready for bed, but well wait. Yes, sir, Molly and Jacob answered in unison. Its for food and emergencies. He looked to his two kids. Of course they will, Camden said. Ill tell Mom so shell know to keep an eye on them for you. Im sure Camdens parents will be happy to help you if you need anything else while Im gone. Heres a hundred bucks, but this isnt spending money. I doubt well even only hairy pussy pics leave the house. Jacob gave them a sly smile as he helped his Dad carry the bags out. Its just technical stuff, but I need to be there to see the problem and fix it. Im trusting you guys to be responsible. Now that she was alone with Camden, Molly felt butterflies in her stomach and couldnt understand why. Lacking anything intelligent to say, Molly asked, You okay? I expect to get change back with receipts. She paused for a moment as her face flushed pink. I never wanted to before. Yeah, she sighed and smiled over at Molly. Itll be fine, Dad, Molly said. Camden sat close and quiet as Robot Chicken played on the unwatched television. It feels that way looking back. I guess I always wanted to kiss you. Call us if you get worried. She took Camdens hand and ran her thumb across the back. Is it weird that I want to kiss you now? She shivered and chuckled to herself. It seemed like the clear categories of brother and friend had run together like a painting in the rain. Then when you were really getting into it, I suddenly wanted to taste you. Im changing the subject, Camden declared with a sigh. The picture may be different, but the colors were just as beautiful to her. Can I borrow some clothes? Sure, we could probably use a shower before Jacob gets back anyway. Theres lube in my panties and it feels weird. It never bothered me or anything. Molly got up and pulled her friend up after her. We were always kinda touchy. Molly turned the experience over in her mind. The dresser was crowded with cosmetics under a large mirror with pictures tucked in along the frame. Her room had white furniture with purple accents. They continued to hold hands as they went down the hall to her room. Molly pulled open a drawer and got out panties and long night shirts for them both. There were pictures of the three of them through the years, always smiling and always together. Camden had begun undressing, folding her clothes and placing them on the storage bench under the window. No, not to me anyway Molly said, feeling relieved. Her full size bed was unmade, with the purple and gold comforter pushed all the way down against the foot board. This is long enough to perm! God, I should keep trimmed but I never had a reason to during winter before. Getting a towel, she headed back to find Camden climbing up on the bed. Let me get Jacobs trimmer. She pulled her pubic hair in a fist to show Molly how long it was. Molly grinned as they bumped shoulders when they passed through the doorway. Turning on the buzzy trimmer, Molly focused on her task. He goes apeshit when I use it, but I imagine things may be different now. The first few passes got the fluff on top of the mons down to a reasonable size, then she pushed her legs open to trim along her vulva leaving enough hair so it wouldnt itch. Molly stepped into the shared bathroom between their rooms and grabbed his electric trimmer off the charger. Once she got the majority of the bushy hair out of the way, she realized Camden was biting her lower lip. Hop on this towel so I can keep the hairs out of my bed. Can you help me do it? Youre lips dont stick out, Molly noted as she mushed the skin around to get into the creases of her legs. It only took a few more passes to leave her neatly trimmed atk natural and hairy ready for a shower. Her strong scent wasnt unpleasant, but the combination of arousal, lube, and personal chemistry kept her from attempting what she wanted to do just then. Like when you give me a pedicure and paint my toenails. Just the opposite, she whispered. She blushed as she asked. Molly answered and quickly removed her own clothes, throwing them at the clothes hamper near the door. Like Camden said, the sensation of being sheared was more pleasant than she expected and she soon found herself biting her lower lip. The tingling in her stomach intensified as she climbed up to place herself on the towel. I told you it was nice. Camden asked with a grin. She wiggled her nicely painted toes and laughed. Lift up your knees, Im going in. Camden said when she noticed. The buzzing of the trimmer felt almost as good as the little vibrating egg shed picked up. Its just so interesting! Camden had a curious expression on her face as she felt around with her warm fingers. Im more pink, but I like the way your lips look tan here. I can only see mine with a mirror. Molly sat up and tried to see, but she couldnt contort herself enough. And I think your opening is smaller than mine. Camden trimmed down her labia and pushed her skin around to get the trickier areas. When she parted her inner lips, Molly looked to see what she was doing. After warming some on her fingers, she stepped back to the bed. Molly asked with a chuckle. Go ahead, Molly said as she watched, more curious than aroused now. Hold on, Camden said, then got the lube from the dresser drawer theyd hidden their toys. It felt tight and tingly, but then Camden started feeling around along the front wall. Like too small or just smaller? Camden took her first two fingers and slid them inside Mollys opening. That makes me feel like I need to pee, Molly said through clenched teeth. Molly put her hand out as Camden coated her fingers with a bit of lube. One hand rubbing up top, two fingers inside pushing here. See if you can find it. Mine swells up when I get close and pushing on it makes me cum so hard. Molly slid her middle and ring fingers inside, feeling along until she hit a kind of rough spot along the smooth front wall. I wanna see something. I feel like were two guys looking at a cars engine. The kiss warmed quickly as Molly scooted closer, but when it cooled again it left them both breathless. Camden stepped closer with an impish grin on her face, then tilted her head as she reached Mollys lips. Thats the spot I have to hit when Im playing with myself. We promised wed wait, Camden whispered. While Molly put their hair in the trash and the towel in the dirty clothes hamper, Camden got the water running in the tub to get it hot. Want me to scrub your back? They didnt waste much time to avoid the temptation of playing without Jacob. It does feel kinda nice to push there. Molly did explore a bit while she had the soapy wash cloth and enjoyed he attention she received as well. Camden was playing with her her hairy pits phone as she waited, sometimes sliding her toes to tickle along Mollys thigh. Just doing normal things like this felt exciting to Molly now. Dressed in Mollys panties and night shirts, the girls sat on the bed together while Molly stripped the chipped polish off her fingernails and applied a fresh coat of her favorite pale pink color. Camden kept glancing at the door while she rubbed lotion on Mollys feet. Molly grinned, then they both laughed at the situation. The silence was comfortable, their occasional touches sweet, but under it all was a passion that bubbled to the surface whenever she stared at Camdens face. Hed have called if something came up. It made her feel jealous in a way, but not as badly as she expected. With her nails finished and drying, Molly lay back with her fingers spread over her stomach. Yeah, she whispered and blushed a deep pink. Watching her friend worry, Molly recognized how strongly she felt about Jacob. She felt her stomach churn as she considered how to say what she needed to say. Their new intimacy had changed things, but if anything it felt warmer and deeper between them. Ive always had a crush on him, ever since we were little. Camden wasnt always assertive, but this was obviously something she felt strongly about. Wait for him to get back, she commanded. He really likes you, you know. Maybe we should call him. Hasnt it been too long? Camden was suddenly nervous, like she didnt know how to act. Okay, Molly agreed and shut her eyes for a moment. Hey, if you guys want some alone time this weekend, she started and was stopped by the hard look in Camdens eyes. Just then the rumble of the garage door signaled his return. I know its corny, but I had to bring you something. I mean, he paused as his flush deepened. She ran her fingers to show where she meant. How the hell did I get this lucky? When Jacob appeared in the doorway he had two small bouquets of three red roses with babys breath all atk hairy amateurs wrapped in green paper. Hey, he said, bluffing a mature air, but it didnt last a second until his cheeky grin appeared. She changed her position on the bed three times before assuming a casual pose next to Molly. I just spent an awkward trip to the airport with Dad, then a long trip home just thinking. And you, he said almost as a question. Shit, youre both so gorgeous. All my twin brothers get to sleep with my hot friend. Are you sure youre both okay with this? Rather than jump in, Molly held herself back and let Camden speak for them both. Weve been talking, Camden whispered. Im never gonna stop crushing on you, either, apparently. Being my brother, of course, Molly laughed. I know its gotta be weird for you two, but Im pretty sure we can work something out, cant we? He walked into the room and joined them sitting on the bed. Im never gonna stop being Mollys friend, even if things change a little from now on. And then you kissed me. Her flush deepened as she took both of their hands. Then maybe Im the weird one, because I liked it. He looked at Molly with his frown fighting his smile. In case you have almost any inquiries with regards to in which as well as the way to employ atk hairy kingdom hairy amateurs (their website), you possibly can email us at the website. Its kinda hard to get my head around, but I cant deny how hot is was watching you two. And I definitely liked kissing you. he shook his head and gave up trying to be cool. I mean, really kissed me. Jacob finally broke the silence when he said, Lets see what happens this weekend. Camden laughed and the tension was gone like it had never been there at all. Camden watched from the bed as Molly straighten her room. Molly got their toys and put them on her nightstand while the shower was running. Now that she knew how powerful the experience was it scared her a little. Molly said and took his hand, then looked at Camden. It is weird, Jacob admitted. In just one afternoon so much had changed. Me too, but mostly happy. In that case, go shower because I can smell you from here, Molly said as she pushed him to get off the bed. Penny for your thoughts, Camden prompted. It was hard to judge if it was better or worse or just different at this point. Jacob came in dying off with a towel. The three of them sat there with the roses between them on the bed, staring around at each other. It just flops around, Camden whispered. He was naked and his vigorous rubbing made his cock and balls bounce around. It was nerves, she knew it. Molly climbed back into bed and huddled next to her friend. Watching him had a hypnotic effect on both women. Oh, Camden exclaimed, nodding as she seemed to get it. I guess its not any weirder than running without a bra and your tits going all over the place. Fucking dance belts, Jeez that was torture. The worst was when Molly made me do ballet with her one year, Jacob said with a wry look in Mollys direction. I always wondered why you guys had to wear those if you had underwear. I have a picture of Molly singing into her hair brush wearing a towel with curlers in her hair. Thats why we wear jock straps. Then they all laughed about it. He turned off the lights in the bathroom, then turned off the overhead lights in Mollys room. Oh, yes, the threat of getting a full page ad in the yearbook is my half of our mutually assured destruction pact. The lamp on the nightstand offered more than enough light for him to climb into bed next to Camden with Molly on the other side. Camden clapped her hands and said, Please tell me theres pictures of him in tights! The full bed was cramped, but the three of them settled in together in the dim light. Molly pulled up the sheets, then made Camden her little spoon. Molly heard them kissing and grinned. At some point Jacob rolled over slightly and sighed. Jacob tossed the towel over the shower rod to dry. Camden scooted down to sit between his legs. I want to taste you, Camden whispered to Jacob. Molly was interested, so she rolled closer to Jacob and put her head on his shoulder. She snuggled against Camdens back and drifted off a little. Camden shot Molly a look of horror. She could tell how intense it was by how hard he squeezed her fingers. Her tongue licked down the front of his shaft as she took him in. His erection was growing as Camden rubbed him along his shaft with her open palm. Camden rolled into his side as he slipped his arm under the pillow. Beats me, no ones ever done it for me before. The effect on Jacob was immediate as he gasped, lifted his head, and squeezed Mollys fingers white. When she lifted it up and licked his head Jacob sighed and took Mollys hand. Camden asked, then slipped his swollen head between her lips. That is so fucking hot, she murmured when Camden gagged silently, then gamely kept on. Up and down, Camden took his shaft in her mouth as she watched his reaction each time she came up for air. Finally he gasped and sat up slightly, straining against some invisible weight as Camden moaned. Then kill me, he replied through clenched teeth. When she did that to me I thought I was gonna die, Molly whispered to her brother. Jacob had been silent for a while with his legs straight and toes pointed down. Her eyes began to water and her breath came in gasps as she tried to keep him deep inside for longer periods of time. Molly realized she was squeezing Jacobs hand just as hard as he was. It tastes better from the source, Camden said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Molly moved her knees apart and lay down between her thighs. When he collapsed back against the bed, Molly touched his sweaty face and blew cool air on him as he panted. The warm musky smell of Camdens arousal made her mouth water. Sitting up as Camden returned, Jacob rolled over to kiss her and rub his hand over her breasts. Camden exclaimed, then reached down to grip Mollys hair in her fists. Tasting her friend was like licking a penny, all bright flavors of copper and sparks. Right there, oh yeah, right there! Pushing her thighs up to open her completely, Molly kissed her swollen lips while pushing two fingers inside slowly. From the noisy wet sounds above she knew they were kissing, but Molly didnt care. Ignoring the discomfort as Camden pulled her hair, Molly opened her mouth to rub the flat of her tongue against the top of her slit. Molly wanted to play and explore, licking the edges and creases, kissing her deeply to press her tongue as far as it would go, all the while massaging that little spot deep inside with her two fingers. Come up here, Molly said as she moved back to her side of the bed to let Camden come back. Camden must had had enough playing and pulled harder on her long hair to direct the attention where it was needed most. The flood of arousal increased, soon covering her face and hand with Camdens sticky emissions. Taking Camdens erect nubbin between her lips, Molly sucked and released like she was giving head to the tiny bump. Camden froze, her legs out straight as she alternated between panting and holding her breath. Following the command, Molly sucked the bump all the way into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it over and over. The frenzy continued as she flexed her hips until the pulses slowed, then stopped. Keeping a steady cycle of motions was more difficult than shed assumed. God, Im so hot right now. Jacob looked up at her with a half-grin that looked like he was proud of her for some reason. Released at last, Molly sat up to sexy hairy pussy girls look at her friend. She was focused on her friends pleasure and knew Jacob was as well. I want to say something stupid right now, Camden whispered. Wiping her face on the sheet as moved, Molly lay next to her best friend, kissing her softly while Jacob caressed them both. Camden uttered a long, low groan as she forced Mollys face into her wetness. Im not sure I know myself, Molly chuckled. Being with Camden clicked in a way kissing her old boyfriend Brian McCue never had. After the tender moment, Jacob whispered, You have to show me how you did that. As she touched her friends flat stomach she wondered what it might mean. Molly realized she wasnt as curious about being with a guy anymore. Her fingers felt like they were sucked in deeper as Camden tensed, then she felt the rhythmic pulse of her inner muscles that signaled her orgasm. It no longer seemed important somehow. She put her head down on the pillow with a sigh. Camdens scent was all over her face, her flavor was still in her mouth. It was more satisfying than anything shed done before. Camden was still running her fingers through her hair, rubbing the spots shed pulled so hard moments before. Come here and kiss me so I dont. After taking a deep breath and letting it out in a low hum, Molly said, Yes. She could tell Jacob was falling to sleep from his deeper breaths. Camden asked this time in the silence. She felt wet drops fall from her chin as Camden stared at her in the dim light.