it shouldn't have been a dreaded day

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

It shouldn't have been a dreaded day. Sure, most students dreaded laundry day to some extent. The school was willing enough to do some laundry, but for the most part, the students were responsible for their own maintenance. Zoe probably wouldn't have wanted to leave her clothing to staff anyway: most of it required delicate handling, some outright dry-cleaning while others required care. Zoe had carefully sorted most of her clothing, and then come to a slightly terrifying conclusion: most of her demure clothing needed washing. Zoe had done several checks to make sure, but this was the drawback of having roughly a week's worth of clothing. She normally did laundry on Sundays, but, well, she'd spent the last few Sundays in someone else's arms instead, feeling much better. It was actually impressive that she'd stretched her clothing as far as it had.

Every pair of gloves needed tending. As did all her long-sleeved shirts, most of her leggings, her longer skirts, and her two pairs of pants. This meant that she had on a pair of terry cloth shorts that she hadn't worn since her power manifested and an old t-shirt with random French words on it. Zoe had dreaded going out in just that, and had mostly yelped and avoided people. She'd organized her laundry, to be sure, though it had mostly involved sorting it. That sorting had the unfortunate circumstance of putting some of Zoe's more... delicate items on top.

Making matters worse, Zoe's phone had buzzed just as she was finishing. Devyn liked to send flirty text-messages, and Zoe proved a little better at flirting through text than in person. This time, Zoe had informed her girlfriend that they couldn't spend time together because it was the dreaded laundry day, adding a winkie face. Devyn had then said something teasing that Zoe took to be her usual flirty banter. She'd thus headed off to the laundry room tucked against the student dorms. She'd just dodged around someone, nearly reaching the door, when she saw the person she least wanted to see at the moment:

"Devyn!" Zoe squeaked. She tried to shift her wicker laundry basket to cover up the "delicate items," "I--what are you--laundry,' she managed, flushing and pointing. She also tugged at her shirt, suddenly feeling practically naked despite being decently covered by any normal standards.

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn had not doing much today, it was Sunday, that meant a workout, eating, getting all of her homework done, and either sleeping the day away or hanging out with Zoe. She had been mostly spending that time she could have been napping with Zoe. Enjoying it just a little more than naps, even if she would still end up napping over at Zoe's room or wherever they ended up spending time together at. Things had been going pretty well, at least in Devyn's book she saw that they were. Even if there was still that whole having to take a lot more cold showers then she was used to taking, it was all still worth it. Devyn even worked on texting more, enjoying the little playful flirts over the phone and Zoe seemed to be just fine at flirting right back. She is so cute. Devyn had wanted to invite her over to her room to cook her something to eat since she still had not had Zoe over in her room yet but Zoe was busy with laundry.

Text: I'll come help you wash your delicate, my delicate Zoe.

Devyn had texted that back, sure it was not her best, but she was still getting you to the whole texting thing. Either way she knew where she was headed, and in a hurry. She was not really joking at all about the whole helping Zoe with her delicate. A chance to see them! How could she pass that up? She tended to do her laundry on Mondays so she didn’t have anything to bring down with her besides herself and her cellphone. Well keys and her iPod where on her too, but they often where on her. She took the quickest route to get to the laundry room and made herself comfy right on top of one of the washer, waiting for Zoe to show up; since she didn’t think anyone else would be coming here any time soon at this hour. A big sly grin was on her face when Zoe let out the squeak when she saw her.

"Zoe." Devyn said in a sly tone as she watched Zoe move to hide something, possibly those delicates Devyn was after to get a nice little peek of. Devyn chuckled at Zoe's broken statements and flushing. That’s my Zoe. Devyn thought as she slid off the top of the washer and went over to her girlfriend, eyes eager to get a scan not only what was in the basket but at what Zoe was wearing. In fact she might have been staring a little as he eyes drifted down and at what she could see. "I told you I was going to help you was your delicates." Devyn said dropping her voice a little lower because she knew what they did to Zoe. Hands reaching out for the basket to give her girlfriend a hand, but more so so she could not have the basket in the way, blocking her view.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

There was Devyn, laying in wait like some kind of.. predator you think that's kind of hot, don't you? Well she is, and so is that look she's giving OH DEAR LORD, ZOE! For Zoe was again made all too aware of just how much dangerous, dangerous skin she had showing right now. She was just thankful that the t-shirt was one of those larger, looser ones as opposed to some half-shirt number. There was a certain... lack underneath said clothing (who bothered with undergarments for laundry?); Zoe even lacked makeup.

Devyn's eyes raking her didn't exactly help reassure Zoe either. She practically shoved the basket at Devyn and then scurried around a rickety table that had been set up for laundry folding. "I'm doing laundry!" she chirped, waving her hands. "This is not an activity that requires a girlfriend!" she flushed and then realized that she'd just given Devyn everything that she had to actually do that activity, leaving her with nothing to protect herself with or busy herself with. There weren't even any machines running, since most people weren't likely to use a Sunday afternoon for such activities, not when there were so many more enjoyable activities to pursue at the time.

"You..." said Zoe, scanning her girlfriend, "you don't even have any laundry," she was also tempted to point out that for the first time ever, Devyn wore more clothing than Zoe. That whole "nearly naked" feeling was returning again, so much so that Zoe was beginning to wish that she'd grabbed a sheet; that would have worked splendidly to cover her. Her arms weren't really doing a great job, and the t-shirt could only stretch so far (plus, there was some worry about dragging fabric away from her neck, since that had already proven to be quite the weak spot).

[Devyn Solway]

The basket was shoved into her arms and Devyn for sure was watching Zoe as she moved to go past her and over to the rickety table. Devyn could not wipe that sly smirk on her face, but it was a mix of sly, lust, and appreciation. There was want in Devyn's eyes, as well as curiosity. Zoe didn’t have the basket in front of her to block Devyn's view if her, and Devyn was fully taking in the view. Downright staring as he eyes moved slowly over Zoe's body. This is the most skin I seen on her. Wonder what she is wearing under that. Is she the type to not wear undergarments when she washes her clothing? Devyn's mind wondered, knowing that she herself rarely wore a bra, having a t-shirt under everything she wore to do the job. Her underwear varying all the time from boxers, girl boxers, men’s underwear, and the few normal girls’ underwear, you would never catch her wearing anything lacy, ever.

"I know you are and my text said I was here to help you wash you delicates." Devyn said with a sly smile, as she had that very clothing basket in her arms. Shifting a little so that she could hold the basket with one hand, reaching with her now free one as if she was going to grab something nice off the top of the pile. "Let’s start with this one." Devyn said with a slight twinkle in her eyes as she moved to set the basket on the table as she moved smoothly closer to Zoe. Having grabbed one of Zoe's bras from off the top of the pile of clothing and dangled it in the air. She was no pervert or anything so would not have snagged the underwear, at least not yet. "Oh, so this is your taste in undergarments?" Devyn asked as she went to move to make sure Zoe didn’t get the chance to grab it right away.

Now don’t be too mean to her. Devyn scolded herself a little as she stopped herself from doing several things that came to her mind. She could have put the bra on her head, or even try it on, but she was not sure if Zoe would stay conscious for all that. So instead she settled for running her hands over the material. Thinking back to the time in the woods when she was only able to get a light graze of Zoe's bra. "Soft." Devyn said after a moment, having zoned out and forgetting to comment on Zoe's earlier statement. "I do mine on Monday, but I can change to Sunday's if you want to play dress up and try on my clothing." Devyn said giving her girlfriend a wink, hopping up onto a washer and keeping a hold on Zoe's bra still. "So what were we doing in the last dream you had about me." Devyn decided to throw that in there, it still having always been on her mind and she still really wanted to know, which was why she had not forgotten to ask.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe flushed; she did recall the text, after all. She'd just thought that it had been Devyn joking about, not being serious. The flushing turned into blushing as Devyn pulled out one of Zoe's bras, and, since she'd purposefully sorted her laundry to put her delicates atop, said bra happened to be a lacy number, perhaps one of the more expensive undergarments that Zoe owned... and also what she'd worn on a date with Devyn, the association of which was not helping with the whole flushing thing. Zoe was so mortified, however, that she couldn't actually manage any responses, no flirtatious marks, no protests, just a sort of mortified stare.

Soft; of course it was soft; who wanted a rough bra? Zoe usually threw hers away when they got too uncomfortable, though she was having to be a little more careful given her very limited amount of clothing. When virtually everything you owned fit into a laundry basket, care was very much needed. There was an offer of dress up, which did give Zoe the strange picture of herself attempting to wear one of Devyn's button up shirts. For some reason, the thought, which Zoe figured should have amused her, almost aroused her. She didn't want to dissect that too much, especially not with how scrambled her brain was at the moment. And, as if all this weren't torment enough, Devyn had to ask Zoe about dreams, which made her start fidgeting incredibly nervously. She walked toward the basket, seemed to realize that was the same direction as Devyn, and then backed away.

Zoe looked over at the door for a moment, only to realize that she'd actually moved deeper into the room with her darting, which put Devyn between her and the door. Which left Zoe pretty well out of options. She actually let out a whimper and ended up looking at her laundry basket. "Please, I need to do my laundry," she murmured, and no sooner were the words out of her mouth than she realized how very pathetic and sad she sounded. This was Devyn; Devyn teased her; Zoe really was used to it by now. It was just a lot to take in was all, and, again, she nearly felt like someone had removed all her armor and sent her out to duel a dragon...

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn held up the lacy bra in the air, closing one eye and matching it up to Zoe's body, picturing her girlfriend wearing. That look still on her face and didn’t seem like it was going to go anywhere anytime soon. "These feel familiar too." Devyn teased; really she was not sure if they were not. Her memory was not that good that she would remember the exact feeling of a bra. There were other things that she was better at remembering. Like Zoe's scent, which she could smell on the bra without having to be creepy or anything and hold it up to her nose to sniff it. Devyn liked Zoe's scent and she would not deny that she had the slight temptation to hold onto the bra. However she felt like a creep just thinking it and decided if she was going to keep something of Zoe's it be a hat or a shirt.

Zoe was not saying anything, Devyn assuming the whole snagging on of her bras being a bit too much for Zoe. Now I kind of wonder what she do if I chewed on it or put it on. Devyn thought this as she slowly moved the bra closer to her mouth for a moment, looking right at Zoe as she did it. Seeing Zoe move but then step back made her glace over at the door, no one was there. "Scared of me Zoe?" Devyn asked with a smirk, sliding off the washer and quickly over to close the door, part of her wanting to move something to block it, but instead she moved to head over closer to Zoe. Stopping however to put Zoe's bra back into the basket and look at her when she gave the oh so very fragile request. "Alright, I'll just watch then." Devyn said as she went back to sit on an open washer once more and just looked at Zoe.

I can wait. Devyn thought to herself, planning on only leaving Zoe alone for now, unless Zoe really didn’t want to be bothered. She would wait until Zoe would at least get her clothing taken care of then then possibly do something. She was not sure yet. She was not really thinking all too much with her brain at the moment, since her eyes were practically glued on Zoe, moving to slide her hands into her pockets. Wanting to touch. Wanting to pull Zoe closer, wanting to feel that skin. Heck just take Zoe on a washer while her clothing washed. Or on the table and make it break. That be an interesting story to explain. "Can I at least get a hello kiss?" Devyn asked after a moment, staying on the washer but hunched forward and rested her arms on her legs.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Well, apparently Zoe could get more embarrassed; who would've thought? She watched as Devyn mentioned the familiarity of the garment. Zoe was almost certain that her girlfriend could smell Zoe's scent on the garment; that was part of Devyn's power, after all. Zoe watched as Devyn took her fanciest, most expensive garment and almost appeared to be eating it; she couldn't help but let out an "eep" about it, actually moving forward. Zoe really couldn't afford losing any clothing, and she definitely couldn't afford losing that piece of clothing in particular.

"What? No, I'm not--" managed Zoe, watching as Devyn put the bra back and stepped to block the door. Zoe waited for a few moments, as if thinking that Devyn was just waiting for her to get close so that she could outright pounce on her. Devyn's eyes did remain on Zoe, no doubt enjoying the sight of her girlfriend more exposed than ever before. Zoe again found herself wishing for the sheet. Hands went to a pocket too, which Zoe supposed was probably Devyn attempting to behave herself.

Zoe took a few tentative steps toward her laundry, pausing to look over at Devyn. Devyn spoke, and Zoe had to smile at that, "I suppose," she said, coming around the table. You're not afraid of her. She walked up to stand just before Devyn. You're not afraid of her. Then Zoe leaned forward and lightly pecked her girlfriend on the lips, not even lingering enough to really feel how very soft her girlfriend's lips usually were. you're not afraid of her... you're afraid of you.

"There," she said, moving away and smiling up at Devyn, "kiss, now, I really do have to do this," she said, turning her back to Devyn and focusing on her clothing. she began extracting them in neat little piles, each one presorted and ready to go.

[Devyn Solway]

The eep was just too cute and now Devyn was already thinking about how Zoe would react if she really had taken a nibble on then. How would Zoe be if she nibbled other undergarments, nibbled Zoe's clothing, or nibbled her neck...down her [ii]HEY![/i] The small part of self-control in Devyn's brain screamed at her to keep her mind from going too far down into the depths of the very soft, warm...Devyn was on the breaking point of trying to keep her thought pure. The pure ones already being twisted and trained like Devyn would do so with others words when she was teasing them and trying to get a reaction out of them. She had to take a deep breath for a moment, which always helped her settle a little.

"Are you sure?" Devyn asked still in a teasing tone as she looked at Zoe like she was about to eat her for a moment. Well she was thinking it but...funny how as soon as I can see more of her I just want to touch more. Devyn said mentally shaking her head. She wanted to blame Zoe for exposing Devyn too much too soon after always being covered. Sure Devyn had touched Zoe's skin under her clothing, but she never actually got a look. Hands turning into fist in her pockets as she thought about how nice it would be to fun her hands along Zoe's arm, to pull her close, and keep her then. I need to be taken to the nearest vet, and get fixed. Devyn thought with a slight pained chuckle still in her head, where she was doing her best to keep a lot of things, not speaking because she was not sure if her censor would work at the moment. She needed a moment to gather her thoughts, however Zoe was moving closer and she had to fight with herself to keep her hands in her pockets.

"You suppose huh?" Devyn asked with a sly smile and a raised eyebrow, not moving from where she was as Zoe moved closer. Leaning in the rest of the way so her lips got to actually press back against Zoe's but Zoe moved away to quick. Devyn didn’t even to get her lips good and numb, only a small tingly feel, not where near as satisfying. Tease. Devyn thought, at least having wanted a pretty good kiss that left her lips numb after for a moment. "Fine, fine." Devyn said after licking her lips and remaining good and staying on top of the washer. However Zoe's back was too her, and she was distracted with her clothing.

Pounce! Devyn's brain seemed to override any of the other thoughts that were trying to hold Devyn back as she tried to move silently off the washed and closer to Zoe. Reaching a hand to lightly brush her finger's along Zoe's neck, as if really wanting to be sure she in fact had her neck exposed, then quickly leaning in to replace her fingers with her lips, planning on giving Zoe's neck a few quick kiss, lingering on the last one. "Is my mark still there?" Devyn whispered close to Zoe's neck, her hand already sliding out of her pockets to try and go grab ahold of Zoe's hips.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

For once, Zoe wasn't actually thinking about how she could be perceived as a tease. Sure, she was more undressed before Devyn than before, and she'd just given a short little kiss when she'd even been comfortable enough delivering a much better one not that long ago, but Zoe was still more than a little shaken up by the whole experience, what with having Devyn suddenly appear and flirting as hard (if not harder) than ever and the whole underwear and many other things that poor Zoe simply couldn't handle. So the idea of her having essentially dangled meat in front of a wolf didn't come to mind.

And Zoe became so involved with the sorting of her clothing and arranging that she'd momentarily forgotten that her girlfriend was behind her. She really should've known better; they'd spent hours together, slept together a few times, and had done their fair share of kissing and touching by now. Soon a finger drew along her neck, and Zoe felt a little chill shoot through her. While that sensation still shot through Zoe, a new one joined, that of lips touching her lip. Zoe tilted her head, letting out a soft little "mm" of pleasure at the sensation. Unfair, so horribly unfair of Devyn to just pounce straight for Zoe's weak spot. She mumbled a "not fair" though it was so half-hearted as to nearly be comical.

Hands held her hips, and Zoe leaned back a little. why not? They were alone; nobody ever came in to do laundry, and Zoe was beginning to care less and less if they did. Devyn wasn't the only one getting frustrated and having dreams that made you wake up wanting a cold shower. "No, it's not," she mumbled, blushing a little, moving to shyly look over her shoulder at Devyn, "you didn't nibble hard enough," oh why did she say that? Zoe bit her lip immediately after the words left, as if wishing that she could take them back. Okay, it was true: Devyn hadn't done enough to leave a mark that lasted, especially not after Zoe went back and tended to herself.

I should've grabbed a scarf... but who wore a scarf to do laundry?

[Devyn Solway]

Zoe pretty much sealed her necks fate when she let out that soft sound, clearly telling Devyn that she liked that a lot. Even if Devyn already knew that was a weak spot of Zoe's already, the sound just encouraged her. She was going to lavish that soft neck, brushing her lips along it for a moment before pulling back just a little so her lips had a moment to regain feeling. She was getting a little better at being able to track just how long she could touch Zoe skin to skin before she would go too numb and have to wait longer for the feeling to return. The head tilt just gave Devyn more to kiss and soon as she felt she waited long enough she was back to kissing along Zoe's neck, snickering a little at Zoe's mumbles words, catching the comical tone so didn’t say anything at first.

Hand holding on tighter to Zoe's hips as she felt her girlfriend leans back against her a little, Devyn making sure to pull Zoe's hips full back against hers. She was not really worried about anyone showing up and was praying that they didn’t. She never did kill that rabbit, but a student would not move as fast unless their power was super speed. Anyone that walked in now was going to get punched. Devyn at least wanted to kiss Zoe's neck a lot and leave the girl squirming or what have you. Zoe informed her that the mark was no longer there, not only that but she said that she didn’t nibble hard enough? Was that a challenge? Devyn was taking that as a challenge and Zoe was going to regret it, in some form of way. Teeth sliding along Zoe's neck until Devyn found that perfect spot right on the pulse point, biting down a little herder then last time, and then sucking on the skin, this time a little longer, but pulling back a little to blow cool air against the mark.

Devyn wanted to ask if the one was better now, or if she needed to make more, but her mouth was still busy trying to get feeling back. So since her mouth could not be busy, her hands decided to have a little fun. One remaining on Zoe's hips so Devyn was ready to grab her if she tried to move to far, while the other played with the bottom of Zoe's shirt, starting to try and lift it up enough so she could slip her hand under it and run her hands along Zoe's abdomen.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

The hands gripped Zoe's hips a little tighter, and the lips drew more kisses against her skin. Zoe's words had been taken for a challenge, as Zoe had nearly expected... wanted, perhaps? Teeth found Zoe's neck and she let out another little gasp. There was no protest or shy remark though, instead Zoe again moved to let Devyn attack her neck. The lips and teeth upon her tender flesh felt sinfully good, causing Zoe's limbs to again begin to melt. She leaned back against her girlfriend, her hands sliding over Devyn. There was a difference this time though, as Zoe's bared hands drew along Devyn. Her fingers hooked into belt loops, though she felt her arms just touch Devyn's own moving one, no doubt leaving a tingling sensation throughout. Zoe herself was feeling quite tingly for all different reasons. Cool air touched her reddened skin and she let out another sharp breath.

Hands tugged at Zoe's shirt; she felt the air tugging at her. Something reminded her that she should resist or something, offer up some kind of protest. She even moved her lips, mumbling a "we shouldn't," that sounded so much like a "we should" that Zoe wasn't even sure she'd said the right words. She felt her fingers slide a bit, just touching Devyn's bared skin. Zoe squirmed a little, feeling like this whole position was just unfair for some reason...

...because she should be facing Devyn?

[Devyn Solway]

Zoe was not putting up a fight at all, not even saying anything to stop or deter Devyn from what she was doing. That meant it was okay right? That Devyn could do more so long as she was careful? She just had to be careful, meaning she just had to time things right, might sure she didn’t linger anywhere too long. That should not be to hard really when you think about it. However it was hard to think when all you wanted was well want. Devyn wanted Zoe, in a bad way. All the teasing, hands wondering, and kisses. Devyn had never been use to stopping. Once a person started with her she go right back and they keep at it until the other person was done. Devyn had started it however, even if she knew she should not have and that she really didn’t like being the first to make a move. It was too risky, but Zoe would move and let out small wonderful sounds that made Devyn think it was okay. She wanted to hear more of those sounds, to make them louder.

Her arm felt tingling for a moment, first time Zoe's skin actually touched her skin, feeling the finger hook in her belt loops of her pants. Does she not want me to stop either? Is she just holding herself up? Devyn started to question herself a little, but was pretty sure that it was Zoe not wanting her to stop, that she wanted more, and Devyn was happy to give her more. A sharp breath was let out from Zoe as Devyn let out a deep one, moving to give the other side of Zoe's neck some attention once she had feeling again. "What was that?" Devyn asked not clearly hearing what Zoe had said and she bit down on another part of Zoe's soft skin, sucking and going to leave yet another mark right on her girlfriend's neck. There was no doubt that Zoe was hers. Zoe would have to wear a scarf in order to cover up that marks Devyn was leaving on her, and she wanted to leave them other places as well.

Zoe was squirming, was she wanted to get away? Was she about to fall? Once she left the mark she moved to unhook Zoe's hands from her belt loops and try to turn her girlfriend around so she could face her. Moving in close to her in order to get Zoe to back up against the table and hope up on it if she really needed to. Heck if Zoe looked like she was having an issue getting up on the table Devyn would help lift her up onto it.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe felt things strongly.

It was what made her a beautiful poet and photographer, really. It was almost as if there was no filter between her and the rest of the world. When she wrote a poem, she poured her soul into each line. The lens became her way of capturing what she saw of the world and preserving it for people. When she fell for someone, it was hard. When she spoke, she showed her emotions, wearing them. It was simply how she was; she could no more change that part of her than she could change her power.

And she'd felt for Devyn for some time, nearly since their first meeting, and she was sick of playing around. What was that, Devyn asked? It was the part of Zoe that she'd attempted to bury coming to the surface, the part that had caused Zoe's first female kiss, the part that had made her blurt her feelings to Devyn, the part that took control of her now, letting her again let out a soft little cry as Devyn began attacking her other neck, even as some part of her noted the prolonged contact.

Devyn unhooked this Zoe, and this Zoe turned to face her. She placed her arms around Devyn's neck, and without thinking, raised her legs, locking them over Devyn. It was therefore a good thing that Devyn moved Zoe toward that rickety table, because otherwise she'd be taking the full brunt of Zoe's affections. Even still, Zoe moved to grip Devyn's hand, clenching, feeling her arm pulling against her girlfriend. She felt her legs slide a little, brushing against. She moved a hand lower, tugging at Devyn, wanting to touch more, forgetting about anything else. She moved her neck, preventing Devyn from dealing more kisses to the neck and instead taking Devyn's lips in hers for a hard kiss, her tongue entering Devyn's mouth, the touch of it almost instantly paralyzing Devyn's own.

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn started to let out a low growl, pleased with every moment of what was happening right now. It was just her and Zoe, where were they, Devyn had pretty much forgotten, they could have been anywhere and Devyn would not have really cared. Zoe was the one after all that would be the one to bring it to Devyn's attention and on those rare few moments Devyn would be able to have some self-control. This was not one of those times clearly. Zoe was not stopping Devyn and Devyn was not even thinking about how this could be a bad idea, even less at the soft little cry Zoe let out. Devyn's hear was already beating fasted but practically stopped before jump starting at the feeling of legs suddenly wrapping around her. Arms had come before that, but Devyn was more so focused on the legs and the fact that they were around her.

Is this Zoe? The thought crossed Devyn's mind for a moment. What if this was some other mutant that took on the appearance of Zoe so she have a hot moment with Devyn. No, this smelled like Zoe, felt like Zoe, but this was so...raw for Zoe. Was it really her? Devyn might have been questioning but she was too busy being in a mix of stunned and super turned on that she didn’t really know how to react but to just act. She made sure to prop Zoe up on the table, but kept her body close against her. Her hand being taken and going with the pull, not even able to feel it, but was not thinking about that. Zoe could do with that hand whatever she pleased, Devyn didn’t care at all. Thankful Devyn had pants on like away so there was no numbing there, but she did feel all tingle as the legs still touching hers. She moved her free hand to just tug open her shirt, not worried about any buttons breaking.

Her mouth opened to say something but Zoe was moving her neck, blocking Devyn from having a nice place to land kisses. However her lips were met with a far better place and there even was tongue. Devyn was extremely turned on, this was so hot. This could not be Zoe? It didn’t even matter. Devyn kissed her back just as hard as she could, but she could not feel her tongue at all, using her still free hand to make Zoe was still flush against her, pressing her hips against her girlfriend while her hand slid up that back of Zoe's shirt, pressing and running her fingers against Zoe's spine, loosing feeling pretty quickly. What was worse was that it was spreading. From her hand to being numb to her arms, and from her tongue to her whole mouth. Part of her was telling her to stop now. The ruling part said f that and went on to take in every second of this moment.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

This felt wonderful; Zoe had never, ever felt so good in her life. Her blood felt as though it sang at her, and she couldn't hold still for a moment. Her hands wove their way through Devyn's hair for a moment, helping hold the other girl in place so that Zoe's tongue could memorize the contours of Devyn's mouth. She noticed the tongue feeling a little slow, almost lethargic, but she didn't care. Her lips slid for a bit, or Devyn's slid; Zoe just knew that she was soon nibbling for a bit, or Devyn was; it was getting hard for Zoe to tell who was doing what. Was it Devyn or Zoe that pulled at Devyn's shirt, baring the other girl's front? Zoe's hands certainly felt the new territory for the first time, trailing over it, running over the tight abs before finding the waistband of pants and dragging it back to soon press against the small of Devyn's back. Zoe's hand curled then, pulling the other girl, as if they could somehow just evaporate their clothing. Zoe didn't care.

She felt a hand draw along her spine, felt all of Devyn's arm pressing against her, the warmth of that touch spreading across Zoe's skin. She felt that tingling, and it vaguely reminded her that Devyn's arm was probably doing a little more than tingling by this point. Zoe rolled her hips, pushing so that she felt the sot stomach of her skin pressing against Devyn, their warm bodies touching for the first time. Zoe's lips skid for a moment, and she gasped, arching against Devyn.

So good, so much feeling, so much sensation. Zoe adjusted, pulling Devyn against her, feeling her warm hand spread across that flesh, not quite remembering, or possibly not realizing, that she was spreading the paralysis with her increased touch. Zoe moved to kiss Devyn again, and would likely find her girlfriend's lips a little more slack, almost as if they had gone... numb.