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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.

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"Not exactly," she answers, after a brief pause. "I've often wondered how other people feel about it—men; other women; virgins and whores. I suppose because I haven't experienced a lot of it myself, I wonder... But it's informed by curiosity, and not my own desire."

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."

He frowns, but somehow finds himself relaxing as the topic strays further away from his own curiosities. Admittedly sexuality isn't really something he's ever given much thought. He knew he wanted a partner, he knew he sometimes found men as attractive as woman. Other than that he wasn't sure what else he needed to know. It was simple, wasn't it, just instinct really. It's hard for him to think of about it being different for someone else. He had a hard time imagining someone not feeling the same kinds of desires he did, but only because it was such a common feeling for him. That didn't mean he thought there was something wrong with the lack of it.

He watches Anna, it's rare to see her nervous. He reaches out to take her hand in his. "You're not defective."

She's a little surprised when he takes her hand. She hadn't meant to make it sound so serious. She was trying to have humor about her insecurity, but she supposes because they're rare in the first place, it seems like a big deal.

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."

It's so... Flirtatious. His eyes trail down her neck, and briefly his mind wonders what it would be like to suck on it. He hurriedly shuffles the image away, but it's clear the composure he'd gained just a moment ago is gone. It confuses him that she would act this way. He knew he must have been imagining any... Interest... She might be trying to communicate, especially considering what she'd just said. Still, the way she looked at him, the way she pressed into his space, the way she tilted her head, there was something intoxicating about it. Was his own mind so turned around from his own desire that he was interpreting the innocent gestures of a friend as something else? Or was she really doing it on purpose? As though to tease him for his own desires.

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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She's not sure how to answer that. She doesn't even exactly know—she's just speaking her truths as they come with no real intention than to learn and communicate. Her body language is confusing because, well... she's confused.

"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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He has no idea what to even say to that. Was she some kind of empath? Was he manipulating her mind on accident just by being turned on?!

"I'm... Sorry?"

It's very rare that Annabelle feels mortification—but Lauren's response garners it, and she flushes abruptly. She's so sheltered in her own comfort zone that when something manages to get to her, it always leaves her shocked—but she also almost likes it. It's an indication of learning, and she's happy she can learn things from Lauren.

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."

Oh, no. He hadn't meant to embarrass her. He can tell he's bothered her though, even if he doesn't necessarily understand the reasons why. This is odd, and confusing, for both of them. And well, she said herself she didn't know what was happening so that meant they were both in the same boat here. Right?

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.

Annabelle can tell what's going to happen when he catches her gaze again before he does it—she remains still, lidding her eyes. Her heart skips a beat, and she feels that electric heat swell through her body in a tingling pulse just from the warmth of his proximity and breath. Another wave flows through her, stronger this time, when she feels the plush of his lips. It's gentle and sweet, and she finds it suits him.

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.

He's smiling too by the end of it, unable to help himself. It does feel good, but he didn't think it wouldn't. It's not his first kiss, so he isn't surprised by the physical pleasure he gets feeling her lips on his. What surprises him is the gentle eagerness of it. It's the kind of kiss only she could give, and that makes it something special. He's eager to respond as she presses forward again. He angles towards her, his hands moving to hold her hips. He wants to pull her into his lap, but he doesn't. He doesn't want to startle her, even if the way she presses against his lips seems more eager than before. His tongue flicks across her lips, seeking entrance as his hands begin to pull at the fabric of her shirt.

Every small progression kind of startles her, to be honest—but not in a way that scares her. It exhilarates and propels her. Every little thing is surprising to her, from the stroke of his tongue to his anxious hands. She takes in a sharp little breath, jolting with surprise as she feels his tongue, but she takes it as a challenge, which heats her blood. She's still smiling as he escalates their activity, and she opens her mouth a little, countering him with a slow wind of her tongue against his.

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.

He groans as she wraps her tongue around his, and can feel the heat of the gesture run straight to his dick. He wraps his arms around her waist pulling as she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling them both deeper into the kiss. The maneuver has shifted them both and he finds himself pulling her into his lap. Her skirt rides up around her legs, and he can feel the heat of her against him. He pulls her hips down as he rolls his own up, his cock pressing against her heat through their clothes.

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Annabelle makes a surprised sound against his lips as she suddenly ends up in his lap—the movement is so natural and fluid that she feels she can't really protest. But she doesn't really want to, so whatever.

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.

He curses softly in Elvish as she pulls on his hair, his own eyes pressed closed from the feeling. He can feel the heat of her groin through their clothes and it makes him desperate for something he's never had. When she rolls back it's all the encouragement he needs. He grinds against her again, because it feels good and also because he wants to see the reaction he gets from her. The sounds she makes and the weight of her body pressed against him making this so much better than anything he could have ever imagined.

"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.

"Huh?"

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.

Holy Mother, he cannot stop himself from staring as she pulls off her sweater leaving her top half bare. This wasn't what he meant, but he is more than fine with her interpretation. His hand moves up the small of her back, running over bare skin. They're in a library, it is not a private place, but things like that are forgotten for now. He leans down, licking over one of her nipples before sucking it into his mouth (something he read in a naughty book I'm sure).

Her skin is met with the chill, hardening the dark ends of her nipples and putting goose bumps on her flesh. But his hands are warm and soft on her back, bringing her another little shudder.

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.

The gasp and moan send a pulse of heat running through him. Then she moans and he knows he needs more. He wants to see her. He pulls back a bit, licking her again, but she's grabbing his hand, moving it towards her center. He shivers, goosebumps breaking out over his flesh. She's leading his hand towards her and it's so forward and so unexpected and so exactly what he wants that he can't help but moan as his fingers brush against the outside of her panties. His fingers push past her underwear to clutch and grip at her ass.

"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.

Annabelle arches her back when he grips her, her mouth dropping in a slight gape when she feels his hands against her pelvis, especially her crotch. It's hot to the touch, her clitoris pert against the damp fabric of the cotton undergarment.

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."

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As she stands he shifts forward as though magnetized. She's completely captured his attention, and as she removes her undergarments every bit of his focus is on her. He may not notice the dampness of her panties as she idly throws them aside, but he is acutely aware of the fact that beneath her skirt her sex is bare. She looks at him playful and challenging, but he isn't her to play. He moves towards her without hesitation, kissing her again as he gropes her through her skirt. His hand rubs against her heat, and she can feel his prick at her thigh.

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.

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Annabelle moans receptively to being rubbed through her skirt, but seems a little surprised when he gets on his knees. She reddens, supposing it makes sense if he wanted to see it... A subject of his curiosity, she figures, rather than mere lustful whimsy.

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."

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He stops. Then nods.

"Okay." his voice is low, wavering from his own lust. He takes a moment to think. He doesn't want to do anything to hurt her, but he isn't really sure what will feel best for her either. It feels strange to simply grope around with his hand in the hopes of finding something that works. He could use his mouth though. The thought makes his cock pulse and he closes his eyes for a moment as he's temporarily overwhelmed by the sensation. There is no hesitation as he opens his eyes again, leaning forward to lick up her slit.

"Oh!!" Annabelle's hands then scramble to the back of Lauren's head in surprise, and her fingers tangle as she tenses. His mouth is incredibly warm, and the slick, pliant pressure of his tongue against the cleave of her is so much better than the hold of his hand. But it embarrasses her, too, but in a way that makes her want more. She's heard of men doing this once or twice (she remembers the first time she had overheard such a thing she stared in open mouth disbelief in the direction she had eavesdropped from, clutching Lauren's arm and shaking him when she asked if that was an actual thing people did), but she always thought it to be so dirty. Not from a moral, puritan standpoint, but hygienically. The thought of it always made her laugh, because people were so funny and dirty.

But now, here she is, almost naked in a little public inn library, clutching her friend's head as she gently presses into his mouth, practically high off her own scandal. "Yes," she hisses in a whisper, brows knit tensely as she closes her eyes.

He doesn't even hear her, to engrossed in her to focus on anything else. The tip of his nose rubs against her as he licks her again, her wet staining his face. He sucks her into his mouth in some dirty perversion of a kiss. She's so hot against him and he eagerly licks her again. He's still in disbelief that this is happening, but even if it wasn't there was no way he could stop now, something about being so close to parts of her he'd never even dreamed of touching making this intense in a way he never thought it could be. His body is a livewire, and her touch sends sparks running through him. His cock is so hard it hurts, so he stops for a moment, pushing his breeches down with one hand before taking his cock in the other. He wraps a hand around himself, stroking firmly and steadily.

"Fuck... Anna... You're so hot." The only part of it she can understand her own name as he groans and touches himself.

Annabelle is also in partial disbelief this is happening, but the part of her that isn't a horny animal right now also finds it hilarious. She definitely had never thought of Lauren as attractive—not sexually, anyway. Sometimes, when she caught him when light would glow the edge of his warm complexion, his heart soft and happy with Susan, she thought he was beautiful—and she thought that was funny as well, thinking to herself she was like a man admiring the fairness of a lady.

But now, everything is flipped so hard on its head. Everything about him is making her gush urgently. She always thought he had nice lips, kind of in idle objectivity, but now she's completely getting off on feeling them work on her. The routes her thoughts are taking are so fascinating—frantic and carnal and almost incoherent. Each stroke of his tongue, each little suck and kiss, makes her lose herself in a way she's never felt. She doesn't even notice him pleasuring himself at first, until she notices a the movement of his arm by carried vibration.

She supposes it makes sense—he was hard when fshe found him. Breathing heavily, she tilts her head, bending sideways at the hip to see it. She's curious; she's never seen his bare hard cock, and she doesn't know what a man pleasuring himself is like. She can kind of hear it, though, the slickness moving through the right of his hand.

"Do you really like it so much?" she asks, partially teasing. She can't imagine being envious of his position, but he obviously is having a good time. She affectionately combs her fingers through his hair, simultaneously pushing her hips forward against his mouth again, a brief rock forward.

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