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angst, and also porn: the keys to a balanced diet
Annabelle has been combing the shelves, more excited than worried about the word of a planned attack tomorrow evening. Both she and Lauren were unable to sleep, though their nerves were alive for two totally different reasons. And she got it, she really did! She just didn't relate; Lauren was such a pessimistic worrywart, she and Susan constantly agreed.
She understood why, of course. She just didn't agree.
She's found and neatly stacked a couple of books on some magic she thinks will be useful, and she's already dreaming of the coin they'll be rewarded with for their heroics to this nice village. It's got lux, which she hasn't encountered with the Tanners much. It's not unaffordable, but kind of cushy; the fact that their inn has a dining hall, upstairs halls of rooms, and a library is a testament to the town's hospitality. The library is beautiful as well.
Annabelle turns a corner from behind a book shelf, catching Lauren. He's leaning over a desk, pouring thoughtfully into some text. She grins ear to ear, throwing herself beside him, elbows hitting the desk. Unlike Lauren, Annabelle is not blessed with elvish grace. She beams at him, looking just a hair beneath demonic.
"Fiiinally found yourself a good one, have you?" She leans towards him, bumping her shoulder against his. She's mostly bothering him because she's growing bored.
She understood why, of course. She just didn't agree.
She's found and neatly stacked a couple of books on some magic she thinks will be useful, and she's already dreaming of the coin they'll be rewarded with for their heroics to this nice village. It's got lux, which she hasn't encountered with the Tanners much. It's not unaffordable, but kind of cushy; the fact that their inn has a dining hall, upstairs halls of rooms, and a library is a testament to the town's hospitality. The library is beautiful as well.
Annabelle turns a corner from behind a book shelf, catching Lauren. He's leaning over a desk, pouring thoughtfully into some text. She grins ear to ear, throwing herself beside him, elbows hitting the desk. Unlike Lauren, Annabelle is not blessed with elvish grace. She beams at him, looking just a hair beneath demonic.
"Fiiinally found yourself a good one, have you?" She leans towards him, bumping her shoulder against his. She's mostly bothering him because she's growing bored.
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"I don't know what that entails," she says sincerely. She's never been preoccupied with those sort of thoughts, before—and she isn't right now either, exactly. But being around someone who is actively and presently supercharged with sexual energy is... influential, almost.
She just wonders about his perspective, and how he must be feeling, and how all he feels with this sort of thing to begin with. After all, Lauren's the only same age friend she's had since becoming adolescent.
"What there is to be curious about... Bodies, I guess?" She tilts her head, eyeing Lauren up and down with an inquisitive lean, purely to fuck with him. "Pleasure?"
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"Bodies... a bit I guess." She was right though in her teasing. It was mostly the pleasure of it that caught his attention. He didn't know what it felt like to do something like that with a woman, but of course he wanted to. Though he wouldn't say no to having a more intimate idea of what a woman's body actually looked like. He swallows hard, forcing himself to look away, it wasn't right to imagine such things about his friend just because she was here and because he was... Well because he was her friend.
"...Anna... I.. I think..." he mumbles, trailing off as he tries to think of a polite way to excuse himself from the situation. He can't think of any excuse though, and he saw the way she looked him up and down, part of his brain is telling him that's something. If he really was curious he could stick around, right? There wasn't any harm in talking with a friend, was there? He falls quiet, glancing back at her shyly.
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"You think...?" she implores. She can sense his discomfort, and his arousal is obvious and thus not worth presently mentioning... but he hasn't stormed off yet. She feels like maybe he's trying to trust her; he's being vulnerable with her.
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"You've really never wondered about those kinds of things?"
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She feels self conscious admitting it. She suddenly coils a wirey, dark curl of hair around her finger in a rare, anxious gesture. "...I sometimes feel that I want to understand. I feel like I'm—" She can't find the words exactly. She drops her head with a little chuckle, raising her palm. "—defective, maybe. Sexually."
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He watches Anna, it's rare to see her nervous. He reaches out to take her hand in his. "You're not defective."
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Also, she feels something jolt through her when he touches her hand. It surges through her, hitting and blooming in her pelvis. Her pupils dialate a little, and she lifts her head to look at Lauren, almost confused, her expression searching. Then, she smiles slowly.
"Hm."
She tilts her head, elongating the look of her neck.
"You're right."
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The thought stings, and it's hard not to think he's being toyed with. He wants to give her the benefit of the doubt, but why would she keep looking at him like that if she didn't feel desire unless she wanted him to respond. Unless it really was all in his head. Her body language was just... Confusing.
"I don't know what you want from me..."
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"I don't know either," she admits. "But... I think, I..." She feels a flutter of nervousness that makes her chuckle almost breathlessly. She glances back at him. "I feel like I might be attracted to you, right now. I feel something. Like ...your desire is contagious."
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"I'm... Sorry?"
annabelle. an empath. cackles
Even if, right now, it's super embarrassing. This situation has shed light on Lauren's tendency to be as far from candid as possible.
"N-no," she stammers, her composure shaking away. "No, it's fine! It's not your fault," she says with a short, airy laugh, and she drops her head again, pushing her fingers back through her wild hair to clear her vision. "It's mine."
excuse you he is super candid
Her hand is still in his and he squeezes it tighter for just a moment. She really is attractive to him. Maybe others wouldn't think so, but to Lauren the thing that was always most attractive about someone was there ability to be themselves. Annabelle was always very much herself and that was always something Lauren had very much admired about her.
"Anna..." he murmurs, trying to catch her attention. When she looks to him he hesitates only a moment before leaning into give her a kiss.
tell that to his 3 layered response filter of anxiety
She isn't positive how to respond, but she presses into the kiss with amateur uncertainty and eagerness. It's still soft, though, especially from someone as clumsy, confident and fiery as Annabelle. When the kiss breaks, she makes a breathy little laugh of amusement.
"...That feels good," she reports quietly. So she leans forward a little bit again, giving him a kiss herself—and it's a little more confident, like she's understanding what she wants.
3 LAYERED RESPONSE FILTER ROFLMAO
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She feels a burning bloom between her legs, and she breathes a heavy, heady sigh against his lips. The feeling—the permeating warmth through her body—just builds and mounts, and she takes in a shuddering inhale through her nose. She turns, facing him properly, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.
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She's too surprised when she feels his cock press against her. It's like a rolling rub upwards against the split of her sex, and it makes her gasp aloud into Lauren's mouth.
"Oh," she stammers against his mouth, her eyelids fluttering closed. "Lauren." Her brows knit, slanting back, and she bites her lip. One of her hands pulls at his hair at the back of his head, half gentle, half firm. "Oh, I—I feel like I'm on fire."
Experimentally, she rolls on him, and her head drops. The friction is hot, and she feels like her clit and labia are engorged. She aches. She shivers hard.
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"Anna, can I... Can I see you?" he asks stuttering more from arousal than embarrassment at this point, though it takes no small amount of courage to ask.
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Annabell pushes her hair from her face, feeling a little groggy from hormonal intoxication. She's not as sharp like this, but she's exactly as shameless and impulsive. It's not that she doesn't realize the risk as she does this, but she doesn't care; she's not terribly considerate in the first place, but in her first forray into the haze of sexuality, she's even further from caring.
She doesn't really know what he means, but she acts instead of waiting for an answer. Feeling too warm, she pulls her sweater off over her head, mussing her hair in a bounce, exposing her upper torso in full bareness, completely unbothered.
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The risk is actually compounding Annabelle's drive to continue—not because she's an exhibitionist, but because she likes to cause trouble. When he leans down and licks her nipple, she makes a sound that's almost a gasp—it's confusing, and not something she's familiar with as a sexual move. But the sensation delivers, and she knits her brows with a little bit of a needy moan when he gives it a suck. She also can't help but imagine them from a third eye perspective, the adrenaline of danger in being caught making her inner walls throb.
It's surprising—interesting, even—that it feels so good. She clutches the back of his head, her breath quickening.
"I'm aching," she breathes, overwhelmed. She takes one of his hands, moving it towards her crotch—but all the folds and layers are in the way. Frustrated, though only compromised for a moment, she leads his hand up her skirt. "It hurts," she laughs, sounding bewildered and amazed.
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"I want to see your cunt..." He says, groaning, his other hand moves to push her skirt up her leg so he can see the cotton of her panties beneath.
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It's all very fast. She almost feels dizzy. It's overstimulating, and almost overwhelming—so she's soaked and slick. When he expresses his desire so clearly and so crudely, she can't help but laugh a little. A topless girl in his lap is enough to get him to talk.
She gazes at him as he lifts her skirt, smiling and biting her lip on one side. "Can't show you much this way," she teases, given that she's sitting on him. So she carefully steps off, giving him a little kiss as she does. She hikes her skirt enough to hook her thumbs on the bands of her underwear, pulling them down as she bends forward. She leaves the (honestly, totally saturated) panties discarded with her sweater, leaving her only in her long, waist high skirt.
She looks at Lauren with a smile, tilting her head playfully, smoothing her skirt as she raises her eyebrows.
"Come see it then, I suppose."
okay go ahead.
He breaks from the kiss, gaze hungry and intense before falling to his knees. He lifts her skirt, and stares at the source of her heat. Her slit is slick and flushed red with her arousal. He brings up a hand to hold her again, and his hand comes away wet. He spreads her outer lips wide, completely entranced by the sight of her. He can see her entrance, and without thinking raises a hand to slip his finger inside of her.
LOLLL LAUREN also lol struggles with mysterious format error
Having the split swell of her cupped like that makes Annabelle shudder as she sets her jaw, the contact burning sweetly. When she's spread, however, it feels a bit strange—and embarrassing, obviously. It's easy to do even though she's standing because of how thin she is.
When she feels his fingertip, Annabelle gasps, hunching a little as she grasps his wrist with both hands. "Lauren," she breathes out, then gives a breathy chuckle, her wild hair all fallen around her face as she looks at him. "I've never... I haven't ever really done that," she explains, tucking some hair behind her ear. Uselessly. It falls right back down. "Go slow... I'm not sure if it will hurt."
that was so embarrassing to write too lmao
lmf dumb baby
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