The metallic ring of her old-fashioned alarm clock made Fiona groan in frustration beneath her thick blanket. With the quite obvious impossibility of ignoring the constant ringings, the rustic violinist of Class Pon-3’s hand groped around, hoping to stop the evil device that annihilated her usual Saturday sleep-in. When it finally reached the infernal clock, Fiona, who had her face buried deep in her pillow, blindly searched for the stop button. She quickly resolved into employing her father’s technique: she slapped the clock off her nightstand, silencing it as it crashed on the ground.
Works every time! Fiona thought before she pushed herself off her mattress. Why did Ah even put the alarm for a saturday morning?
As she walked wearily towards her small bathroom, Fiona’s blue eyes fell on the calendar she had taped next to the sink’s mirror. She narrowed her eyes to focus on the writing on today’s date, writing she recognized as her own.
Tavi’s B-D!!!
Right! We decided to spend the day here! Fiona remembered while rubbing her scalp absently.
She glanced back at the living room, concentrating on the mess that filled the main room of a fifty squared-meters flat. Deciding that showering should probably wait for after she made her living room presentable for her friends, Fiona picked a pair of sweatpants and put them on. She then grabbed her signature orange scarf and wrapped it tightly around her neck, leaving a long trail of it to cover the tantalizing cleavage given by the white tank top she was wearing as a pajama top and got herself to work.
The mess was quite less important than what Fiona had first thought from what she could see in the bathroom. It mostly consisted in the remains of the many, coupon-filled magazine’s pages she had started sorting the evening before. Ever since Fiona had been accepted in Celestia’s Royal Academy a few years ago thanks to her musical scholarship, her mother had sent her those along with some cash. While most of her lodging fees were taken care of by the scholarship, she still had to eat, buy some clothes, her wifi connection and so on, hence the coupons to have better prices at the supermarket for the first two at least.
After throwing away the coupons she knew she would never use, Fiona put the others in the appropriate folder under the coffee table. Then she proceeded to clean up the floor, as most of her friends would have to use sleeping bags for the sleepover once they’d return from the club. After all, she had only her couch and her one-person-sized bed to offer.
The girls had decided to use Fiona’s apartment for the sleepover for two reasons: it was the closest to the club they had chosen to go to, and there would be no parents, younger or older siblings to disturb them should they decide to get drunk or to keep partying until the morning. Though Fiona doubted both cases would ever happen, considering who the birthday-girl was.
As soon as she finished her cleaning job, she hopped into the shower after discarding her clothes in her laundry basket and hooking her scarf next to her towel. Under the nice sensation of warm water pouring on her skin, Fiona grabbed the bottle of shampoo and placed her head out of the water jet. While she lathered her waist-long dark hair with her orange-scented hair product, she started to think about where all her friends would sleep tonight.
Since it’s her birthday, Ah suppose we’re gonna let Octavia have the bed… and considerin’ Laura’s funny ways to sit, she wouldn’t mind sleepin’ on the floor! Lil’ Diana would be fine with whatever… Beatrice complained about her back recently, maybe she should take the bed and Octavia should take the couch… If Viola don’t come arguing that she needs her comfort…
The thought of the other violinist made Fiona stop her lathering, as memories of the Nightmare Festival flashed her mind. A scarecrow woman and an evil witch dancing in the most fiery way that Fiona remembered seeing, or doing for that matter. She had no idea of why they started dancing, probably each trying to outperform the other like they would with their common instrument, but it had quickly become dancing with one another instead of against one another.
Then someone had decided to play some salsa music, and it became a blur then. Just like it took two to tango, one must have a partner to dance salsa, and the closest person Fiona had at that time was Viola. She remembered grabbing the sorceress’ hand and pulled her so strongly that Viola had slammed into her body with her own. Viola could have complained about that, heck she often complained about how Fiona talked so something like that was certain to get an angry reaction out of the prissy violinist.
It didn’t.
Viola had reaffirmed her grip on Fiona’s leading hand while her left found its way to the scarecrow’s right shoulder. Fiona had reacted instinctively by placing her hand on Viola’s left shoulder blade, and after that she couldn’t remember anything else than Spanish music and Viola’s gorgeous body moving in tandem with hers until they changed the song. She had made her twirl, sometimes carried her for a few seconds, more than often tipped her partner backwards, leaning over her while they were staring at each other with hazy, passionate eyes. Fiona and Viola clearly had made many boys excited that night, and probably a much more large number of them jealous.
When the dance had finally stopped, Fiona had blinked a couple of times, like she was waking up from a dream, and the same could be told about her usual rival. Ignoring the crowd staring at them, the two violinists had let go of each other. What happened next had confused Fiona a great deal: Viola took off her sorceress hat and replaced it with Fiona’s creamy white stetson before covering Fiona’s naked head with the black pointy hat. After that, Viola had excused herself to go take a drink, leaving Fiona alone with a hat that didn’t match her costume. Yet at that time, she was only thinking that Viola looked kinda cute with a cowgirl’s hat on.
And there Fiona was, two weeks later, still wondering what exactly happened between them when they started dancing. The monday that followed, the other violinist had resumed her usual contact with her, which consisted mostly in “Hello”s, “Goodbye”s, “Doesn’t, not Don’t, Fiona”s and the likes of those. Since there wasn’t anything to talk about for Viola, Fiona brushed it under the proverbial carpet and forgot about it. Well, she forgot about it until she met the other violinist, thought of her or whenever she was mentioned in a conversation.
Still thinking about that more than sensual dance during Nightmare Night, Fiona rinsed her soaped hair before turning the faucet of her shower off. Then she leaned forward and wrung the water out of her hair. It was at that moment that her doorbell rang.
“Ah swear if it’s once again that old geezer from the ground floor to complain about a misplaced letter in the mail box...” Fiona muttered angrily as the bell rang once again.
She immediately stepped out of the shower, wrapped her towel around her body and her scarf around her neck, and stormed to the front door. She opened it just a bit to hide her attire and peaked outside. She blinked in surprise when Viola was standing before her door, a cardboard box her size and many bags of clothes in her arms.
“Oh!” Fiona let out in surprise. “Ah thought ya were supposed to come a bit before noon...”
“I know!” Viola said sharply. “My little brother kept pestering me at home, so I thought I’d come early.” She glanced at the large package behind her. “Can you bring Octavia’s gift inside? I have my arms full,” she nodded at the bags in her hands.
“Sure,” Fiona said without thinking before the door was wide open for her guest.
Viola blinked in shock at the sight of the white, wet cotton that hugged Fiona’s toned body like a second skin, quite stressing her well-shaped figure out. Since she had already seen it in the school’s locker rooms for PE, Viola didn’t blush in embarrassment but it still frazzled her to be welcomed in that outfit.
“...I interrupted your shower, I presume?” Viola asked in a tone that clearly indicated that she knew the answer to her question. “My apologies,” she added with sincerity as Fiona simply lifted the crate as easily as it were empty.
Viola stared jealously at the tour de force of her classmate. She had dragged the cardboard box from her car to the elevator because of its weight alone, and the bags she carried didn’t help in the slightest. That was why she was a bit angry when she rang the doorbell. Had she had Fiona’s number, she could have asked her to come and help. Though she would have been unlikely to pick up, since she was in the shower not two minutes ago.
“Kinda,” Fiona replied with a shrug, while carrying the box to her living room. “Well, Ah was finished, but Ah still needed to dry ma hair.”
Fiona had grown up on her family’s farm in Appleloosa. A very old-fashioned property with shared showers for her and all her female cousins that lived there too: a total of twelve girls. Twelve girls that used to take their shower at the same time, in the same room. Needless to say, it had changed Fiona’s modesty about her body, not that she walked around naked of course, but wrapped in a towel was equivalent to be in a racy bikini for her. At least the towel hid more of her skin than the swimsuit.
“Yet you found the time to put your foulard on,” Viola commented with a cocked eyebrow, her eyes focused on the orange fabric around her classmate’s neck.
“It ain’t a foulard!” Fiona replied matter-of-factly. “It’s a scarf!”
“Isn’t,” The curly haired violinist corrected automatically. “And, yes! It IS a foulard!”
“Ma Mum made it for me and said it was a scarf, so it’s a scarf, okay?” Fiona insisted firmly to the other violinist.
Viola held the light blue glare of the foulard-&-towel-clad girl before with her own icy blue eyes for a good minute; mentally musing on how blue they were while she frowned at their owner.
“Fine, you can call it a scarf!” Viola admitted in defeat, sighing and looking away from Fiona’s still wet face.
Nodding softly, the out-of-shower woman decided it was time for her to get properly dressed and excused herself to her room. As she passed the threshold, she heard a comment from the other violinist that made her want to slam her face into the door: “It doesn’t change the fact it’s a foulard.”
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“So, what have ya got in them bags?” a freshly dressed Fiona asked with curiosity as Viola brought her bags inside Fiona’s room in which they had moved Octavia’s present just a few moments ago.
“Those bags.”
“Whatever!”
“Anyway, I have clothes for tonight!” Viola explained with excitement. “I took a few things from my older sister’s closet and some of my old clothes…. This would be perfect for Beatrice, wouldn’t it?” she asked while displaying a flounced, light blue cocktail dress on the bed. “She wanted something to wow Frederic!” she added with a short giggle.
“It’s nice!” Fiona nodded with a smile. “It sure got more wow-factor than her carebear costume.”
“Not really much of an exploit,” Viola chuckled softly.
“Not really.” Fiona’s smile widened at her classmate’s laughter.
Viola started to show all the things she had brought with her: the grey dress she had taken for Octavia from her closet, the black cocktail dress for Diana that used to be hers a couple of years ago -She and Fiona would not tell the flautist that-, the jeans and top she had taken from her sister’s old clothes for Laura. Then she showed her the dress she had picked for herself with excitement before she went over the bag of shoes she had taken for her and their friends, oblivious to the fact that Fiona’s smile fell down a bit when she realized that there wasn’t any bag left after the one with the shoes.
“... Huh… Fiona,” Viola called with unease as she noticed her classmate’s saddened frown. “I’m..I’m sorry I have nothing for you,” she said in a sincere whisper after realizing what the problem was. “I probably should have told you that before showing what I brought for the others.”
“...Yeah, ya probably should!”
Fiona’s bitter and hurt tone was enough to make Viola look at her feet in shame. She took a short breath and forced herself to look in Fiona’s eyes. She owed her that much if she wanted to prove she was really sorry.
“I tried to find something. I really did,” Viola assured in a small voice. “But my sister’s clothes would have never fit you. She’s more ...built like Octavia than like you or me,” Viola explained by pointing at her chest that was roughly the same size as the other violinist’s. “… And the few of mines that would have fit you, just...I don’t know... felt wrong when I imagined you in them.”
“So, it’s wrong for a country hick like me to wear yer clothes?” Fiona asked with a dark glare.
“THAT is NOT what I said!” Viola snapped, nearly shoving her finger in her interlocutor’s cheeks. “I just meant that I didn’t think they were your style.”
“And, how would ya know that for sure?! It ain’t like we talk fashion a lot, matter-of-fact we hardly talk about anythin’!”
“Do you really think I never heard you snort or scoff at me whenever I show a picture of a dress I bought to the girls?” Viola asked angrily, while a small tear rolled down her cheek. “I know you never did so with the others, so I thought you really disliked my style!”
“Ah-Ah don’ dislike it,” Fiona replied softly. “It’s-it’s just…”
“It’s just ME that you dislike, isn’t it?” Viola sniffed loudly.
“No! Well, not exactly…” Fiona scratched the back of her head in confusion. “...Ya’ve been always hard on me, always correctin’ me whenever Ah speak…”
“Just like you’re hard on me whenever I try to play what you call a pedantic snob’s piece, or whenever I talk about my rich daddy’s girl’s frilly dresses!” Viola snapped, quoting some of Fiona’s most used expressions about herself.
With that the dam broke. Viola started to cry and lashed out on all the mean things that Fiona had ever done to her: that she had constantly and unfairly made her feel like a heartless bitch that kept showing off how rich her parents were when probably all their other classmates’ parents were as rich as Viola’s if not richer, how she would ignore her advice only to listen to the same advice given by someone else...
Fiona responded in kind by telling Viola how often she felt belittled because of her origins, be it by her or the others, though mostly by Viola: how she was probably the only student of their school who came there on her bicycle when most of them had their own car or a chauffeur: a detail that Viola stressed out more than necessary, how Viola would always suggest those group birthday presents that she couldn’t really afford and only to receive a few phone calls or text messages for her own birthday at the end of July while she was all the way back at Appleloosa...
They had shouted. They had cried. They had called each other names that would have made Beatrice faint of horror. They had shoved each other aside… In short they were finally letting out all the frustration that had built up between them during three years of cold shoulders, angry glares out of the blue, sarcastic comments and many tears shed on their own at night. It ended when Fiona wrapped her arms around Viola’s sobbing figure and started whispering sincere apologies in a voice torn up by emotion, only to have Viola hug her back with strength and apologize as well.
Their hug felt like it lasted for days when it barely lasted two minutes. Fiona pulled away from her fellow violinist and wiped away the tears under Viola’s aqua eyes. Wiping her own tears away, she glanced at her alarm clock. They still had an hour before the others would arrive with their captive.
“Wan-Wanna watch a movie?” Fiona asked in a soft hesitant tone. “...While we wait for the others, Ah mean!”
“A movie does sound nice,” Viola cracked a small smile, causing Fiona to reply with one of her own.
No other words needed to be said. They had told each other everything that had been on their minds and both girls had never felt so light in many years because of that. They sat on Fiona’s old couch while its owner took her keyboard and computer mouse from under the coffee table. Her flat wasn’t big enough for her to have a separate room other than her bedroom, the kitchenette and her bathroom, so she had plugged her computer tower to the television screen in the living room. After Fiona found a random movie on her favorite streaming website and relaxed on her couch, Viola leaned against her shoulder to get comfortable.
They watched the movie, a generic romantic comedy, in silence. They smiled or lightly chuckled at a few scenes, but for most part they didn’t say a word. Viola never thought of saying something in response to Fiona’s right arm circling her shoulder and pulling her close instinctively. Viola had never realized before that Fiona’s chest was quite comfortable to lean on. Neither did Fiona comment when Viola entwined her fingers with her right ones shortly after. She did notice that Viola’s hand was smooth and soft like a patch of the finest silk though.
They remained like this for most of the hour during which they waited for their friends, somehow so focused on the movie that neither of them took notice that the thumbs of their joined hands were softly rubbing each other. It was only when they heard the voices of their classmates beyond the front door overcoming the ones from pair of women on screen that they let go of each other.
After their three black-wearing friends stormed inside with their captive, Fiona and Viola didn’t say a word to each other, except that playful remark thrown at Viola by the host before they gave Octavia her present. Present that had taken its toll in Fiona’s finances, but she’d make do, after all there weren’t many more eighteenth birthdays left to celebrate in their little group of friends.
Though, she had been really scared when the police came knocking at her door. A fine for disturbance of the peace due to Octavia’s shrieks would have ruined her. Laura’s attempts at explaining the situation by telling them they had just committed a kidnapping didn’t help in the slightest. The fact that Fiona was about to murder her for babbling stupidities in front of the cops didn’t help either. If Viola hadn’t played on her father’s influence to reassure the policemen, Diana, Beatrice and Fiona would have probably spent the day in jail, the first two for kidnapping Octavia and the latter for strangling the third kidnapper to the death. It helped to have a Judge for a father, as Viola said to Fiona with a small smile. The host couldn’t agree more.
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As soon as they stepped inside the club, the throbbing beats and the flash of multi-colored neon lights assaulted the students of Class Pon-3. It didn’t take long for them to reach for the dance floor to party like there was no tomorrow. While they were all dancing close to each other, Fiona and Viola got separated from the group by the moving crowd around them, and because of a clumsy or wasted, probably both, pretty boy with spiky grey hair bumped rather violently into the curly-haired violinist.
Viola almost lost her footing, but the man managed to catch her arm before she fell down. Sighing in relief, Viola rested her free hand on her chest and thanked the man for his quick reflexes, then tried to go back to her friends. Though the man tried to chat with her and held her back by the arm that was still in his grip. A detail that didn’t escape Fiona’s watching eye despite the dense crowd around them.
She walked up to the man’s back and tapped his left shoulder with her finger while she stood at his right. The man looked away from Viola and turned his head to the left before he felt a strong stomp at the back of his right knee. While he winced in pain and grabbed his hurt leg with both his hands, Fiona quickly took Viola’s hand and pulled her away from the spiky haired wannabe drunk-rapist and disappeared from his field of vision. Maybe Fiona was exaggerating about his intentions and he was just being a bit too forceful because of drinks, but she didn’t feel like risking it.
“Ya okay?” Fiona asked/shouted to make herself heard over the music.
“Yes, thank you for the rescue!” Viola answered with a grateful smile. “Though I don’t think you needed to be that brutal.”
“Ah wouldn’t take any chances,” Fiona simply shrugged before glancing around, seeing nothing but people she didn’t know. “Do ya see the others anywhere?”
“I don’t think I do.” Viola looked around and her gaze fell on a couple of other patrons climbing down one of the giant podiums scattered around dance floor. “We’ll probably see them from up there!” she called Fiona and pointed at the podium with her finger.
“Good idea!”
The pair quickly made it to the top platform of the sturdy structure before someone else could. Despite the platform being not more than a two and half square-meters wide surface, Viola and Fiona could easily stand up tall without disturbing one another. They spotted their friends not forty feet from them and were about to come down to join them when a sudden bass drop startled Viola and made her press her back against Fiona’s chest.
Fiona, being a lot more stable on her feet and not as easily startled as her friend, didn’t budge at all and caught Viola in her arms. Both their heart rates had sped up massively though, because of the sudden noise, the slight scare they both felt, and the fact that they were very close to one another. Trying to put her friend on her feet, Fiona’s hands brushed against Viola’s sides, sending some hot shivers through her entire body.
Both exhaled softly when Fiona pulled her up, making Viola’s back rub all its length against her too tight shirt and the two prisoners it held locked up. Viola looked back at Fiona and saw her panting with rosy cheeks and a fiery haze in her sky blue eyes. Much like how she remembered them to be during their dance last Nightmare Night.
“We…” Viola licked her suddenly dry lips. “We don’t have to join them right now…”
“No. No, we don’t,” Fiona replied in a whisper, which was the equivalent of speaking at normal volume in another environment than a club.
“We know where they are…”
“We do…”
“We could dance a little bit on our own…”
Fiona’s sole reply was to place her hands on Viola’s hips to make them follow her own movements. After a few seconds, Viola chased them away as she didn’t need any guidance anymore; she had already caught up Fiona’s rhythm. Since they didn’t have much more space to use, their dance was nothing but a succession of leaning backwards and forwards, sway of hips and heads, and delicate caresses from the tip of their fingers.
Both musicians quickly got lost in the music and the feelings of their bodies being so close to one another, like they were touching but without the actual physical contact. It felt so good that both wanted one single thing: they craved for the contact to happen for real. So when Viola took that more than awaited step back and let her neck fall on Fiona’s shoulder and her back pressed against her friend’s torso once again, her mind exploded like fireworks.
Fiona’s hands quickly responded by caressing her stomach with her whole fingers and palms while they rocked their bodies in tandem, causing more friction between the cowgirl’s breasts and the classy girl’s upper back. Viola panted rapidly in direction of Fiona’s right cheek, her left hand mustering the strength to come up her partner’s left one to caress it.
The only thing Fiona could do was to flare her nostrils to exhale the steam she felt inside her without moaning in pleasure. She had known since this morning that Viola’s hands were soft, but she hadn’t realized how warm they would be against her skin. Then Viola lowered her nose to her partner’s neck and softly applied some pressure against her sc-foulard, whatever. At that small contact, Fiona’s inner passion erupted like a volcano and she couldn’t hold back an exhilarated moan that only Viola managed to hear over the club’s loud music.
When Viola pulled her head away from her neck, Fiona desired for her to continue. She wanted the other violinist’s touch. She needed it. After nuzzling her cheek against Viola’s hand, Fiona barely opened her eyes and turned her face toward the curly-haired girl pressed against her. She leaned forward; licking her lips before brushing them against Viola’s slightly parted ones.
As she pulled them a centimeter away, Fiona felt the tip of something wet touching her upper lip. She opened her eyes wider, seeing Viola’s red cheeks and ocean colored eyes. They stared for a few seconds before Fiona leaned forward once again while Viola used her hand to pull her down on her. As soon as their lips made full contact, the club disappeared from the surroundings: the lights were gone, the music was gone, the crowd was gone, their friends, their past, their family, the school… Everything had left their minds. Nothing was left besides fireworks and volcanic eruptions.
The kiss quickly turned into a sloppy, but otherwise well-executed make-out session that earned them a few whistles from the few boys around, including the grey haired dude from before. Viola turning around passing her leg around Fiona’s waist to try to climb on her kisser was quite the turn-on for the boys around them, and for quite a few girls as well.
After the kiss, the pair still didn’t acknowledge the people around them. None of them mattered. All that mattered, all they wanted now was to keep dancing and kissing, and more often than not both at the same time, much to their audience’s great pleasure. Too bad they wouldn’t remain in the club for more than half-an-hour.
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Snoring peacefully, Fiona felt like she was in paradise. Her bed was ten times more comfortable than usual. The blanket was warmer, her sheets softer and her pillow was giving her the best support her head ever had. She was happy and asleep until someone poked her nose a few times. She wiggled her nose in discomfort before blinking her eyes open, revealing a pair of ocean-colored irises that looked into her sky blue ones.
“Good morning,” Viola whispered with a warm smile on her face, her usually well-coiffed curls wildly encasing her visage. “Did you sleep well?”
“Ah was having a good dream…” Fiona complained sleepily before looking around her.
The first thing she noticed was that despite her dream and the sensation of warmth she felt, there wasn’t any blanket on top of her. The heat she felt solely came from the pale, nude and curvy body that was pressed against her more tanned, also nude and a bit more chiseled figure.
“...but Ah guess reality’s way better today,” Fiona mused as she recalled what happened the night before with a small smile.
“Agreed,” Viola commented while passing her arms around Fiona’s shoulders.
Fiona closed her eyes again before she snuggled against Viola’s hot body while its owner hugged her close. Viola wandered her gaze on the faintly tanned skin of the woman next to her. Her eyes stopped on one little detail on her neck. She stretched her own to look for Fiona’s orange’s foulard, which she found by the head of the bed. She moved her body in its direction to grab it, causing her chest to move up to Fiona’s face.
“HMMMMMM, thish ish niffe!” Fiona moaned as her words were muffled by the two decent-sized mounds that hugged her sleepy visage. “Choft ash filk!”
“Pff... do-don’t sp-spea-speak…” Viola bit her lips to not laugh. “It-it tic-tickles!”
“Hmm-hmm!” Fiona nodded delicately to let Viola accomplish what she was trying to do.
The curly-haired violinist managed to reach for the orange piece of neckwear and wrapped it where it had always been since she had first met the girl before her, hiding the large burn scar that occupied the right half of her neck. Careful to not put too much pressure on it, for she had found out last night that that patch of skin to be extremely sensitive to the touch, she went to make a knot on the scarf and hide the whiter flesh of her lover with it. Fiona interrupted her with her hand.
“No… No more hidin’ from ya...”
“It’s not hiding if I know it’s there,” Viola mused with a smile.
“Oh!” Fiona let out in realization. “Ya don’t wanna see it again, Ah suppose. Ma mistake.”
“Fiona, I first saw it last night when I undressed you. Remind me how did I react to that?”
“Ya…” Fiona blushed massively. “Ya took yer dress off as if nothing happened.”
“When you warned me that it was sensitive, what did I do?”
“Ya caressed it… Then kissed it…” Fiona’s face was probably redder than a fire truck.
“And I enjoyed doing so!” Viola assured with vigor, blushing at the memories of her actions. “I have no problems seeing it again. You told me that you didn’t like for it to be visible, that’s why I took your scarf to cover it. Nothing more!”
“Ya sure?”
Viola answered to Fiona’s worry by pulling the orange fabric away from the burn. Without any hesitation, she planted her lips on the childhood, white scar of her lover, earning a high-pitched moan from Fiona. That part of her neck was very, very sensitive. The small peck took another turn when Viola’s tongue delicately brushed the whole width of the burn, making Fiona grab the mattress so strongly that her nails ripped the fitted sheet. A very tiny part of her mind hoped that the motel they were staying in didn’t charge ripped sheets too expensively.
“Positive!” Viola replied with a smug grin.
Before she realized it, Viola was pushed back on the mattress with Fiona straddling her stomach. She bit her lower lip at the sight of her naked, dark-haired lover who licked her own at the sight of the curly-haired woman beneath her. Fiona slowly and purposefully lowered her head to Viola’s awaiting lips.
“The others already sent me a dozen of texts and called a few times to know where we are…” Viola stated in between heavy pants.
“What did ya tell them?”
“We were kinda busy when they called, so I haven't told them anything yet,” Viola replied as her hands caressed their way up to Fiona’s hips. “What do you want to tell them?”
“To mind their business!”
“That would be rude…”
“Ya liked me bein’ ‘rude’ to ya last night…” Fiona blew softly, just a millimeter or two above Viola’s rosy lips.
“True… Would you like me to be rude to you as well?”
“Oh, yes!”
Viola giggled softly at the very interested nod of Fiona. “In the end… We’ve hardly changed our relationship compared to before yesterday,” she added playfully. “We’re still basically rude to each other.”
“True… but it’s far more enjoyable now!”
“Quite… though, I’d need a little reminder,” Viola stated in a low purr before Fiona kissed her.
Just like their first kiss a few hours ago, Viola’s tongue quickly came into action. Licking her lover’s lips before Fiona opened them for her. The country girl tilted her head to the side, moaning softly as she sucked on the invading pink muscle with fervor, causing her long dark hair to hide her face and Viola’s like a shining black curtain.
Viola’s hands slid up to her paramour’s shoulder blades while she was sitting up, keeping her lips locked with Fiona’s. She felt Fiona’s hair tip brush against her bare skin, causing her to shiver in excitement and to giggle into the kiss. Viola was extremely ticklish. Fiona pulled away from the kiss and nuzzled Viola’s right cheek, peppering it with quick pecks before going down to her neck. Viola started to breath heavily because of the country violinist’s lips, while their owner’s fingertips caressed her navel, going lower every second passing.
BUZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZ
“Hmmmm, let it ring!” Fiona ordered in an amorous whisper, nibbling Viola’s earlobe tenderly.
“Don’... Don’t worry! I wasn’t going to answer,” Viola answered with difficulty, her right hand leaving the contact with Fiona’s skin to grope at the nightstand in search for her phone. “I’ll just put it on plane mode!”
“Good idea,” Fiona approved and awarded Viola for her quick wits by biting on her lobe softly.
Closing her eyes and moaning softly, the pleasured violinist student managed to reach for her buzzing phone. She lightly opened one eye to stare at the screen, seeing the picture of Frederic on her smartphone. Viola rejected the call and was about to turn the plane mode on when she received four simultaneous text messages.
From: Beatrice Bluenote
It’s not funny anymore!
Where the hell are the two of you?!
From: Octavia Philharmonica
I asked it once, I’ll ask it a hundred times:
What the heck is going on between you and Fiona?????
From: Diana Hoovet
Girls, please just tell us where you are!
I’m worried! :’(
From: Laura Hart
So, what is it like to have sex with an authentic cowgirl?
Did she ride you all the way to the sunrise? ;)
More seriously though, just text us a little something.
Muffin’s freaking out! :(
Viola didn’t get the time to frown at Laura’s rather straightforward question before Fiona’s fingers had reached their destination. Gasping loudly, Viola let go of her phone that bounced back from the mattress onto the carpet floor. She wanted to tell Fiona that she wasn’t done with cutting themselves from the world. Though, she quickly found out she only needed the scarred violinist’s touch for that, so Viola let herself getting lost into an explosion of pleasure.
Viola’s phone buzzed a couple of times: new text messages from their friends, or phone calls from them as well. Even Viola’s father called, probably to know by what time his daughter would be back home. The phone kept buzzing for a long time, only to be ignored by the two violinists for an even longer time. After all, Viola said she needed a good little reminder. In the end it wouldn’t be little, but it would be good, extremely good one could say.
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One hour and a half later,
“HEY! I got a reply!” Laura shouted excitedly as her phone rang its text message tone.
That earned the attention from all the girls in Fiona’s apartment and Frederic who had just come to see if the girls had heard about the two missing violinists. The lyrist opened the text message that came from Fiona at the moment when she received one from Viola as well.
From: Fiddlesticks
Ask Viola about sex ONE more time,
and Ah’ll murder ya! Ah’m serious!!!!
From: Classy Violin
What my girlfriend just texted!
