Firefly Glen I'm dying to see how this one ends

A shiver lit through her spine, her stomach turned to knots.  She closed her eyes and hummed a low note, the tip of her tail wiggling furiously.  Usually she wouldn't be so bold, but that felt so good, and she felt so close — she rolled over and buried her nose in Speedy's chest for a beat before moving up to trace her jawline with her nose.  Her heart hammered in her chest as her flesh warmed; she hadn't known Speedy's touch to be innocent... she just knew what she wanted and in this moment it was Speedy.

It seemed her affection was more than welcome, and speedy's tail wagged in response, matching pace with her new friend's own wagging. When Ceara rolled over to place her face in her chest, the empath smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the closeness. The feeling of the fiery female's nose moving along her jaw forced her eyes open in surprise. Oh. She hadn't offered affection for that reason, but now that the other woman was initiating, she couldn't ignore the tightening in her stomach. She became hyper-aware of every place Ceara's body was in contact with her own, and her breaths quickened in response. 

Speedy gently nibbled on Ceara's neck just under her jaw before offering small, soft licks where her teeth had been. She was a little nervous and so her heart was racing as well, and she released a soft, husky chuckle in response to her nerves, unsure how else to try and calm them.

Okay!  Okay, this was happening.  She too became hyper-aware of each of the contact points where their bodies blended together, and the feeling of Speedy's teeth through her fur lit a flame deep within her stomach.  She could feel the girl's rabbit heart beneath her own chest, and she found that she enjoyed this — having power, instead of giving it up like she had to Bruges — much more enjoyable.  

Her eyes flicked upwards, her breath catching in her throat.  What now?  Her nose moved down to the soft down of Speedy's underbelly, teeth teasing the inside of a thigh.  This was right, right?  She didn't want to take advantage of someone or use them like she'd been used, but she couldn't stop herself.  Her eyes kept moving to find Speedy's, seeking reassurance.

Their eyes locked, and Speedy swallowed hard against the intensity of the moment. When Ceara began to move farther down, she stayed completely still aside from her rapid breathing, afraid any movement would stop this from happening. She wasn't even sure why she wanted it so much, but she didn't care. All she knew was that it felt good, and she would have let this happen even if she hadn't been slightly under the influence. She drew in a quick breath as teeth lightly met the sensitive area on the inside of her thigh, skin heating in response. Every time Ceara's eyes sought hers, Speedy met them, her own gaze needy and encouraging, ensuring her that she wanted this just as much.

And she wanted it too.  She could feel every inch of her skin light up beneath her fur, her heart pounding against the cage of her chest.  She takes her tongue and drawls it once across the source of her companion's desire, imagines it is Raven she's pleasing, then freezes.  Just as much as she wanted it, she couldn't do it.  Not here, now, like this.

She pulls back, mouth parting slightly, and then shakes her head.  I can't do this to you — she says, Because I like you, and someone did this to me, when I was like this.  And I regret it.  Which was part of the truth, but she couldn't admit out loud that she was still in love with someone else, in love with someone who could never love her. 

She's embarrassed, ashamed.  She clears her throat and crawls back up if she's allowed to bury her nose in Speedy's neck.  But this is fine, she murmurs, if it's okay.

Her eyes closed and she sucked in a breath as Ceara's tongue swept across her swollen heat. She stopped suddenly, though, freezing for a second before pulling back. Speedy's eyes flicked open, and she looked down at the other woman, concern crossing her face as Ceara stated that she felt bad doing this when Speedy was under the influence. She didn't feel like it impaired her judgement at all, but she didn't want her friend to feel any kind of discomfort if they were going to do this. When Ceara moved back up to nuzzle into her neck, she sought reassurance that she was okay with just affection. The empth nuzzled the top of her head. This is perfect. She was perfectly content with just the company and affection of the fiery woman; they didn't have to take it any further than that.

She got to thinking about Ceara's words--how she implied that someone took advantage of her at a time when her judgement was impaired. Speedy's heart ached for the female and the obvious pain she had sensed from her when she spoke of the ordeal. I'm sorry that happened to you, she said quietly into Ceara's fur. She assumed the other woman would know what she was talking about without her having to go much further into detail.

She would stay there as long as Fire wanted her to, and then they would part ways with the promise from speedy that they would see each other again.