a.k.a. The Chapter Where Nothing Important Happens
a.k.a. The Chapter Where They Have More Sex
a.k.a. I Just Wanted To Write More OctaScratch Sex
Octavia unlocked the door and kicked it open, already unbuttoning her shirt. Kicking the door closed, Octavia was finally able to toss her jacket to one side, her bra soon after. The grey shirt hung open, and a chill breeze made her realize she had left the window open. Crossing, Octavia shut it before moving to the kitchen and opening the fridge. The supply was short, so Octavia chose something simple. Picking three good looking eggs, she turned and selected a few slices of bread. She broke the eggs into a bowl, beating them into a smooth mixture. A skillet was placed on the stovetop, and set to warm. The first piece of bread was dunked in the egg, then tossed onto the skillet, fizzing happily. A few more followed.
She was almost done with the last slice of bread when a pair of small, pale hands snaked out from behind to encircle her waist. They hugged for a moment before parting, one hand going up, one hand going down. Octavia braced herself against the counter and closed her eyes, barely remembering to turn the stove off. The hand that went up was caressing her breasts, casually toying with one nipple before leaving for the other. The hand that went down had only a moment's difficulty with the pants, but quickly unbuttoned them and continued, ignoring Vinyl's favorite tease of rubbing through her panties and instead delved beneath, seeking the warm and moist. Octavia moaned. The hands were a bit cold, but felt so good. Vinyl knew her body too well, all her soft and tender spots were easy targets.
Octavia was growing more excited by the moment. By ignoring her usual teases, Vinyl indicated that she was very horny, and Octavia was more than happy to oblige. The hand on her pants pulled away, and Octavia began to pout, but was cut short as she was pulled and turned around, pressed back against the fridge. She had just enough time to notice that Vinyl was already completely naked before their mouths were pressed together, tongues doing the dirty dance.
The kiss was intense, and Vinyl's hands weren't idle. Octavia felt her pants hit the floor, her underwear being pulled along as well. Vinyl pulled away, lips sparkling, and began to kiss her way down Octavia's body, careful to not missing an opportunity to hit a sensitive spot. Octavia ran her hands through Vinyl's spiky blue locks, and closed her eyes again. Vinyl's head was now between her legs, and Octavia was forcibly relieved of all her worries and cares. All she could focus on was that tongue, those fingers, the next wave of ecstasy.
Octavia voiced her opinion on Vinyl's performance. Her squeals came higher pitches and faster, until they were one, long, warbling shriek of beautiful agony. As the last waves of the orgasm died away, Octavia grabbed Vinyl's hand and dragged her lover across the room to the next. Vinyl was pushed down onto the bed, and Octavia crawled on top, a predatory smile on her face.
My turn.