Archive of Our Own

• [F4TF]
• [18+]
• [transfem listener]
• [post-op listener]
• [vulvoplasty]
• [surgery had complications]
• [stubbornly insecure listener]
• [established relationship]
• lots of [cuddling]
• [playful]
• [teasing]
• [comfort]
• [validation]
• [you are enough]
• [depth doesn't matter]
• [and I'll prove it]
• [first sex since surgery]
• [slow burn]
• also just [easily distracted]
• [making out]
• [mirrored touch]
• [breast play]
• [fingering]
• [reach around sex]
• [listener orgasm]
• [speaker orgasm]
• [showering together]
• as part of [aftercare]

[Home, as shared by Lily and the listener. Evening, after dinner. Lily and the listener are finishing cleaning up from dinner, putting the last dishes in the dishwasher, etc.]

(warmly) Al∼right, all cleaned up, I reckon. And thank you for helping, princess, even though I told you not to. (kiss) You made dinner, and it was very good. Just like always ^_^

« Ehehe. I'm glad you enjoyed it. But it's not that big of a deal to help clean up, so I don't mind helping. »

And I appreciate it. (playfully) But if it's not a big deal to help clean up, then it must not be a big enough mess that I can't handle it myself, hm? I'm a big girl.

[The listener flusters, without a good comeback.]

Ehehe. You're cute. (after a moment, sighs) Besides, you had a long day at work—a long week, even. You're still readjusting to being back. Three months is quite some time to be off.

« I mean, that's true, but... »

But you're stubborn and so you helped anyway. But now I'm going to be stubborn and insist that you come lie down with me, 'kay?

« (chuckling) Yeah, I guess that's alright. »

Ehehe. Good girl. I'll make some tea for us and I'll meet you in there, okay?

« Sure. On the couch in the living room? »

Nn, I was thinking the bed, actually. The couch is nice, but... (sigh) I want to actually have room to lie down and cuddle, you know?

« Yeah, that makes sense. The bed is more comfortable anyway. »

Mhm \^_^

[Lily begins making tea, settling the kettle of water to boil, then walks over to the listener.]

Go get comfy, and I'll be in in a moment. (kiss)

« Sounds good. »

[The listener walks into her shared bedroom and lies down on the bed whilst Lily finishes preparing the tea. After a minute or two, Lily enters the bedroom as well, walking over to the bed and setting the two mugs on the nightstand.]

(playfully) Mind if I join you?

« Of course not. Please do. »

[The listener pats the bed, gesturing for Lily to join her.]

Ehehe. Don't need to tell me twice.

[Lily climbs onto the bed next to the listener. She pats her stomach, gesturing the for the listener to climb onto her.]

Come here. Climb up on me.

« Ehehe. Don't need to tell me twice. »

[Lily giggles. The listener climbs up, lying stomach-down, head nestled against Lily's chest. Lily wraps her arms around the listener then takes a deep breath, exhaling in a comfortable sigh.]

(softly) This is nice... just what I needed after a long day... (comfortable sigh)

« What happened? What made it so long? »

I mean, it wasn't terrible... (chuckles) We've both had way worse days at work before. (...) No, it was mostly just busy. Everyone trying to get stuff done before the weekend, a couple of meetings this morning that were 45 minutes long— (aside) scheduled for 30, mind you—that could have been simple emails...

« How was that big client you've been working with? Is that going any better? »

(sigh) No, not really. Spent more time going back and forth with that client today, yeah. They're still being very... (slowly, pointed) vascillating. (normally) But at least my contact person with them has been nice and apologetic.

« That's good. »

Mhm. (giggling) Honestly, he seems even more frustrated by it than I am, and he makes no effort to hide it on the phone when there's no paper trail.

« (giggling) That's kinda funny, actually. Don't blame him for being annoyed. »

Yeah. (chuckling) It does make those phone calls a bit less unbearable.

« I'm glad, then. Anything that can make the day a bit better... »

(giggling) Well, your phone call made things a lot less unbearable, sweetheart. As did fantasising about doing this, lying here together... you being such a wonderful and sweet and lovable little weighted blanket...

[The listener looks up at her, a bit flustered.]

(giggling) ...your head on my chest, those bright eyes looking up at me all adorable and flustered...

[Lily leans her head down, kissing the listener.]

Ehehe.

« (flustered) You're doing this on purpose. »

(playfully, falsely innocent) Oh? Whatever do you mean, hun? What is it that I'm supposedly doing on purpose?

« (flustered) Uu, teasing me, getting me all flustered like this... »

Hm... You think so? (giggling) And what, pray tell, would I have to gain by getting my girlfriend all adorably flustered?

« (pouting) It's obvious. »

Obvious? Is it? (giggling, whispered) It is pretty obvious, isn't it? (kiss)

[The listener blushes, averting her eyes.]

(giggling) Okay, okay, I'll stop... For now, anyway.

[The listener looks up at her, pouting as if annoyed.]

(laughing) I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But even your pouting about it is adorable and you can't quite hide that smile. I know you enjoy it.

But... I'll give you a break, at least.

« ...thanks. »

Alright, change of topic. How was work? I know we've talked about it the last few days too, but... now that you've gone through a full work week now, I'm curious.

[The listener gives an answer; Lily gives a few audible vocalisations that she's listening.]

I know you'd felt a bit antsy, largely cooped up here all day for the last few months. We tried to get out when we could, but...

As much as work is... work and you don't exactly love your job, has it been nice to at least have more reason and opportunity to get out of the house?

« Mm... a little bit, but... not really? At least, not for that, but... kinda need to. »

Mm... I imagine part of that is also just the contrast between not working at all and immediately going in for a forty hour week. Your body isn't really used to that anymore.

« (sigh) Which is kinda annoying. »

(sigh) Yeah, for better or worse. But you remember when I had my knee surgery last year, right?

« Yeah, of course. How could I not remember? »

Hm... Incidentally, I think we were off from work for about the same amount of time.

« Were we? About three months? »

Um... ten weeks between surgery and being allowed to walk on it, and then I went back a week or two later.

« So yeah, roughly the same. »

Mhm. Anyway, point being, that first week back was really rough. I could walk on it without any real issue, but that didn't mean that being on my feet and walking around for seven or eight hours didn't leave me sore and exhausted.

But after that first week or two, I was pretty much fine—

« (laughing, playfully) You still complain about your leg hurting. »

Hey! (laughing) Okay, yeah, sometimes it gets stiff or sore, especially when it rains for... some reason, and I'm only now getting to the point where I could kinda run on it a little bit, but it's not that bad. (playfully) And , sweetheart, that's not the point.

All I as trying to ask was: do you think some of the soreness and tiredness this week has been just the readjustment?

« Yeah, probably. Not all, but some. That and, as antsy as I got around the house, work also just hasn't been fun. »

Mm, very fair. (mischievously) I guess we'll just have to find other, better options to get you out and, in the meantime, find some good ways to relax and decompress together.

« Hm? Do you have any specific ideas? It sounds like you do. »

Hm... I do have a few ideas. There was that park we found a while back that we liked but didn't get to fully explore. There are a few trails that are supposed to be quite pretty this time of year.

« Oh, that's right. I'd forgotten about that. »

Yeah, it's not exactly close by, but it might be good to make an effort to get over there... It may be better to wait a little bit longer, when you're more adjusted and less tired from work. (giggling) Unless you're up for a good hike right now?

« (giggling) Yeah, no. Waiting is probably for the best, for better or worse. I can't imagine going and doing a bunch more walking tonight—or even tomorrow. »

(giggling) That's what I thought. Another time, then.

But I do have a couple other ideas that might work?

« Hm? What are they? »

Well, there was that game we played together recently... I still need to get new clothes for this changing weather, so we could go hit up a couple thrift stores nearby and see if we can find anything super cute... I think I saw an email about that big aquarium about an hour's drive from here having a couple new exhibits... Maybe some other options that aren't immediately coming to mind. I think you were the one who suggested some of those, but if you'd like to add anything, go for it.

In the meantime, I guess we can just lie here, cuddle together and whatever else. (blatantly sarcastically) Oh no, such a horrible way to spend an evening. (laughs)

« (laughing) No, we definitely can't possibly have that. »

[The two kiss, then simply lie there for a few moments. Lily's gentle breathing can be heard.]

(sighs contentedly) No, this is hardly a bad way to spend an evening, hm...

« Oh, absolutely. This is really nice... »

Mm... I just really love getting to feel you buried in my chest, watching your expression soften and relax on this cute face, rising and falling in time with my breast as I breathe... your weight pressing into me like a perfect weighted blanket...

« (giggling) You've said that before, you know. »

(giggling) Yes, I know I've told you before, but, well, it's as true now as the last time I said it... and the time before that... and the time before that, and... (kiss)

I always loved the idea of weighted blankets but was disappointed in practice. Even the heaviest one I could get my hands on—despite it being quite a bit more than the recommended "ten percent of your body weight"—felt like basically nothing. I ended up giving it to one of my friends who wanted it even though she thought it was a bit too heavy—despite it actually being about ten percent of her weight—and then I just... kind of wrote them off after that as being kind of... not that great?

(warmly) But then... I met a certain sweet girlfriend of mine who taught me just how good the concept can get. (playfully) And now, I mean...

« (giggling) You've told me all of that before, too. »

(laughing) Yes, I know I've told you before, but well, it's as true now as the last time I said it... and the time before that... and the time before that, and... (kiss)

I considered making my own, just a big weighted quilt, with beads or sand or something in the squares, that might instead weigh half... or all of my body weight, but... I reckoned it would one, be a lot of work; two, be pretty expensive; three, might not even work effectively since, I mean, I'd already shown that even the one I'd gotten before was functionally little more than a throw or a top sheet— (slightly heated, exasperated) and I'm not even that strong! I'm just a tiny, frail little girl, and I—

« (giggling) You might be smaller than me, and you're a little on the small side, but you're not that small, and certainly not frail . »

(sighs, resigned) Okay, fine, I'm only slightly shorter than average, but I'm light and small and... okay, I'm probably a bit stronger than people would generally think from just looking at me, but (more exasperatedly) I'm hardly strong —certainly not enough to compensate for a weighted blanket that was twice the weight that it should be.

[The listener continues laughing.]

(pouting) Hmph. Besides, you know I like being just a tiny, frail little girl... (warmly) all safe and protected in her big, strong girlfriend's arms like this.

« I'm not that big or strong, am I? »

(nonchalantly) Well, you're bigger and stronger than me... and I reckon that's more than enough \^_^

« (giggling, teasingly) That's not saying much, you know. »

(fake pouting) Hey! Meanie. Hmph. Just because you've actually lifted weights at least... uh... once ... (breaks out laughing) No, you are stronger than me, but it doesn't really matter much one way or the other to me. Like, yeah, the buff bodybuilder girls can be quite attractive, but equally can all the other girls. (giggling) Hot girls are hot. Simple as that.

And more important anyway are all of the personality traits— (aside, a bit ramblingly) I've met a few absolutely gorgeous women, one of whom I think was a runway model?, who were just terrible people. Not that all of them are, of course. Many of them are also lovely people, but that's not the point.

« (giggling) And what was the point? »

Um... (with realisation) Oh, right. Personality traits. More important are all of the personality traits that make a girl a good person... (playfully) as well as whether she's at least... hm... 59.5% as cuddly as me.

« (giggling) ...59.5%? »

Mhm. 59.5%.

« ...why 59.5%? »

(nonchalantly) Rounds to 60... D minus... passing grade.

« Fair enough. What if a girl was a 10 out of 10 but was only half as cuddly as you? »

(laughing) Well, such a girl wouldn't be a 10 out of 10, silly. At best a 9 out of 10, maybe 9.5 if she were willing to work on it.

« I see... And what if a girl was only 5 9 % as cuddly? Would that dock her rating? »

Hm... if she were 5 9 % as cuddly, then... maybe it would dock her a tiny bit... That is an F, but... (giggling) I'm not a monster, hun.

« How would you even judge that precisely? Isn't cuddling pretty subjective? »

Well, a lot of subjective things can be graded—essays, for example. But it sounds like you want to hear my cuddling grading rubric, huh?

« ...Do you have one? »

...Girl, who do you think you're talking to? Of course I have a cuddling grading rubric.

« ...you know, I guess I'm not surprised. »

Yeah, exactly. You shouldn't be surprised.

« Then yes, I'd like to see it. How would you grade someone on their cuddling? »

Okay, so... a person is graded on a few different categories: initiative, receptiveness, attentiveness, softness, and connection. Each is scored out of 20 points.

"Initiative" is a measure of how much and how willing the person is to start cuddles on their own, either by initiating them directly or ask for them; "receptiveness" is the complement: how the person reacts to someone else initiating them and how willing they are to participate.

"Attentiveness" measures how well the person can notice and accommodate the needs of their cuddling partner, without sacrificing their own comfort and needs—things like initiating cuddles if the other is having a bad day, but also things like adjusting positions if the other person seems uncomfortable, reading reactions in order to adjust, for example, how tightly or where to touch or not touch...

"Softness" is... a subjective measure of how good the cuddles feel, any other gestures of affection, et cetera.

"Connection" measures the other nonphysical aspects of the dynamic—"is it awkward?", "is the conversation good?", "do I feel safe and cared for?".

« Hm... that does seem like a pretty good rubric. Makes sense to me. »

Ehehe. I'm glad you think so. I've spent a lot of time thinking about cuddles, if it wasn't obvious.

« (warmly) And it shows. But how would you grade me? »

You? (playfully) Sure, as long as you're willing to accept the consequences if you should score below 59.5. Are you feeling confident, sweetheart?

« (playfully) Should I not be? »

Hm... (playfully) we'll see now, won't we? Ready?

« Yeah, I'm ready. Lay it on me. »

"Lay it on you"? (giggling) But you're the one who's laying on me .

« (giggling) You know what I mean. »

Mhm, I do know what you mean. It's not going to stop me from making that joke though. Anyway... let's see...

Initiative... 19. You are very open about wanting cuddles, and you come over and start cuddling with me all the time.

« I'll take that. »

Receptiveness... 20.5. You—

« Isn't it out of 20? »

Yeah, out of 20.

« (confused) But...? »

(giggling) Do you want the bonus half point or not?

I'm being genuine. I think you're even a bit more receptive and responsive to cuddling than I am.

« You really think so? »

Mhm \^_^

Attentiveness... 18. You're really good about it, but (chuckles) sometimes, I think, you get too cosy and get lost in your own little world, just completely zoning out.

« (giggling) I do that, yeah. I just get cosy and my brain kind of shuts off. »

(giggling) And it's adorable, seeing you get that comfortable. But it is going to only score you an 18.

Softness... 19.5. You are very soft. Simple as that.

And connection... I mean, the fact we've been dating for a while really solidifies this score, but... 20. All of the connection we've built across the board carries over.

So. Let's see... (half to herself, mumbling) 19, then 39—I'll add the half point in a moment... 39 and 18 is 57... plus 19.5 and the other half point make 57 and 20, or 77... and another 20 makes for (normally, fully aloud, brightly) a total of 97.

(warmly) I think that's a pretty good score, don't you? A very, very respectable A.

« Yeah, I suppose that's pretty good. What would your score be? »

My score? (giggling) 100, obviously. I'm the ruler against which the scale is set because I'm clearly 100% as cuddly as myself. Plus, I'm the cuddle queen.

« Hm... But that rubric isn't just a score for how cuddly someone is, but also how good someone is at cuddling, which isn't the same thing. »

Okay, sure, that rubric isn't just about how cuddly someone is. (sarcastically apologetic) Forgive me for making an imperfect rubric off the top of my head. I think it's a good grading scheme, just... (giggling) maybe not for the thing I said it was for.

« (giggling) I suppose that's fair. It's a pretty good rubric for grading cuddling more generally. »

Thanks. But... (playfully) if you don't like my 100, then... what would you score me?

« Hm... (thoughtfully) Let's see... (playfully) probably a... 97 or so? »

(laughing) Alright, that's fair. I guess I'm good with that.

Among my exes, I think the highest that any of them would have scored on that is... maybe a 75 or so? She was good at cuddling, but she didn't really like doing it—understandably: she had some pretty bad experiences with an ex—so it was rare that she'd initiate and I often felt uncomfortable asking her. Which is fine—I was never upset with her about it; it was just a compatibility thing.

Anyway, point being... (warmly) it's really nice to have someone who's not only as good at it as you are, but someone who's also practically cuddle-insatiable. (kiss; playfully, teasingly) ...cuddleslut. \^_^

« (flustered, blushing) I-I... »

(giggling) It's not like I have any space to judge you, and besides, I love it. (kiss; quietly, slyly) And do you know what we do with lovable good-girl cuddlesluts, hm?

« (flustered, nervous, excited) ...what? What do we do with them? »

(giggling) We cuddle them, of course! (kiss; quietly, slyly, seductively) And... maybe some other things, too?

« ...other things? »

Oh, don't play dumb with me, sweetheart. I think you know perfectly well what I mean. Or have you forgotten over the last three months?

« (flustered) N-No, I haven't... forgotten... »

(warmly) Mhm, you've been a good girl and waited all this time— (chuckling, teasing) well, except for that one time, hm?— (as before) and yeah, you've been cleared since the same time you went back to work this week, but I think we've both been too tired to think about having sex this week, especially with the particular care and attention that I think your... (chuckling) "first time", as it were... deserves. Even more than usual, I don't think fucking just to satisfy libido is the right way to play it.

« I mean, it's not my first time, but... »

(laughing) Oh, please, hun. I know it's not actually your first time—it's not even our first time. But it is your first time post-surgery, and I would like to take my time and figure out how to press all... (kiss) ...of your new... (kiss) ...buttons. (giggling) Besides, with your general libido and how excited you were to get a vaginoplasty in the first place, I would think you'd be champing at the bit to... have some fun, as it were, after your however-many weeks of forced celibacy— (teasingly) aside from that one time fairly early where you couldn't help yourself... (more neutrally) and that one time we at least tried with you just giving.

« (forlorn) But I didn't get a vaginoplasty... »

(softly) Yeah, yeah, I know. I know that you're disappointed and frustrated that the surgery didn't go fully according to plan and that waking up from the anaesthesia and hearing that... "because reasons"... they could only manage a marginal-depth vulvo plasty was disheartening and demoralising and cut through the otherwise absolute euphoria of finally getting the surgery done in the first place. Believe me. I saw how quickly your face fell afterward when they told you. (chuckling) Plus... I may have heard a thing or two or twenty-seven about that since then. (slightly mockinglyteasinglyplayfully?) "In some ways, it feels worse than it would if I'd never had the surgery at all."

« (embarrassed) ...sorry. I didn't mean— »

(quietly, firmly) Hey. Look up at me?

[The listener lifts her head slightly to look up at Lily, who boops her lightly on the nose.]

(giggling, playfully) Boop.

« (falsely pouting) Hey...! »

(softly) Ehehe. But there's nothing for you to apologise for. You're allowed to be upset. You had reasonable expectations and got your hopes up, and even though I think we'd both agree that this was undoubtedly an improvement, it still has its rough edges. After having the privilege of getting to know you over the last... however long it's been since we started dating, since we met... and learning about your experiences with dysphoria and everything else, I've seen how strongly it can affect you, and I just want to do what I can to support you through it, and... to be honest, I've really come to feel privileged to not experience it myself in the same ways.

Sure, there are things that I don't love about my body—I'd like to lose a bit of weight... I'm trying to grow out my hair... I never got braces as a kid even though I should have and so my teeth are weird and it means my smile is a bit lopsided... even with my surgery last year, my knee is still a bit fucked up—but I know those aren't nearly the same thing.

(more firmly) But I do also know that I'd feel the same way if the same thing happened to me.

« Hm... You know I don't mind any of those things, right? »

Mhm, mhm. In the same way that I don't mind any of the parts of you that you're insecure about. But that doesn't stop you—nor me, nor anyone else—from being insecure about them anyway, for better or worse. (laughing) And that doesn't stop us from trying to make the other person realise that she's being silly. And that's all we can do, isn't it?

« I... I guess so, yeah... »

You've changed a fair bit since you've started HRT, but I've seen you before then, too. I know you didn't like how you looked and you tried hard to make the most of it, and I think you succeeded. (giggles) You got to learn first-hand all the tricks we cis girls learn about make-up and padding bras and all the other random cheats we have, and you even got to learn and teach me some trans-girl-specific tricks like tucking and the unsung and valuable utility of skirts and dresses and oversized hoodies besides just looking cute. \^_^

(playfully) Of course, it's not like I ever minded a lazy princess who maybe had a bit poking through her leggings. Never bothered me, apart from how I knew you hated it. (giggling, slightly teasing) Though I have certainly noticed you being more confident lounging around the place, showing off the fact that you can, in fact, not show off, as it were. (giggles)

« You think so? »

Mhm. It's been nice to see. (slyly, teasingly) Not that it wasn't nice to see beforehand, too. But you're going to have to find a new way to signal when we're cuddling and you're starting to get some... ah... certain types of thoughts... (kiss) But fortunately for you at this moment, we just talked about this, so you've said you want it... Isn't that right, sweetheart?

« (blushing, flustered) M-Mhm... »

(softly, playfully) Well, then... (kiss) I think you know what happens from here, don't you? (kiss)

« (breathlessly) Yeah... (kiss) »

Do you need anything before we get... carried away?

« Um, I don't think so...? »

Alright, then—

« Oh, can I get a drink of my tea? »

(laughing) Oh, right. I forgot about the tea. Yeah, of course, go ahead. Yours is the green mug. Hopefully, it's not too cold for you.

« I'm sure it's fine. »

[The listener pushes herself up, causing Lily to groan slightly as the listener presses off of her.]

(laughing, playfully) H-Hey, be careful. Don't pull all your weight on one spot!

« (lightly) Sorry, sorry! »

[The listener shifts her weight slightly so as to not squish Lily. She reaches over and takes a couple sips of her tea, which is now almost lukewarm.]

How is it?

« It's alright. It's not very hot, but... (shrugs) »

(giggling impishly) Well, all the same, at least there's still something in here that's hot, hm?

[The listener is somehow caught off guard by Lily's continued flirting and chokes slightly on her tea.]

« (sputtering) A-Ah... »

Ehehe, don't choke, hun. Too much?

« (laughing) No, no, it's fine. You just caught me off-guard. »

Okay, good. Can you hand me mine as well?

« Sure. »

[The listener hands the other mug to Lily, who takes a sip.]

(laughing) Yeah, you're right. This is barely lukewarm. (another sip) It's still pretty good, though.

« Mhm. Still good enough. »

[After a moment, the listener sets down her mug. Lily holds out hers.]

Can you put mine back as well?

« Of course. »

[The listener takes Lily's mug and returns it to the nightstand.]

(sweetly, perhaps exaggeratedly) Aww, thank you, sweetheart.

« (in the same way) You're very welcome. »

(softly, impishly) Now, get your butt back over here.

[The listener shuffles back over to lay against Lily. As she does:]

« (laughing) Alright, alright. So impatient. »

(giggling) Not "impatient"... "eager". (kiss) But do you blame me?

« (giggling) I guess not... (kiss) »

You taste sweet. (kiss) I bet I taste like mint, hm?

« (giggling) Mhm. »

(playfully) I don't hear you complaining though, so I reckon that's okay, then.

[Lily and the listener begin making out, and the listener almost immediately melts against Lily.]

(playfully) So cute... You're already so melty... (kiss) You missed this, didn't you?

« (breathlessly) Yeah... I did... (kiss) »

(whispered) Do you want to know a secret? (kiss)

« Mhm. Of course. »

(whispered, giggling) I did too.

« Ehehe. »

It's not like we couldn't do this part before... (kiss) but... since we have a tendency for this to... (kiss, giggling) go further, as it were... and you were still on doctor's orders not to have any fun... (kiss)

« (giggling) That's not true. I was perfectly allowed to have fun. It was just... »

(giggling) Mhm. (kiss) I know. I'm exaggerating for dramatic effect. (kiss, falsely exasperated sigh) Fine. You were allowed to have fun, but you weren't allowed to... "have fun", as it were. You had, by doctor's orders, certain "no-touching" zones, which—

« (giggling) Nn, that's not true, either. I could touch them. For example, I could—was supposed to, even—wash them in the shower, and if I brushed up against them for whatever reason, it was fine. »

(falsely annoyedexasperated) Alright, fi∼ne. You could touch them to clean them or whatever, but you couldn't... touch/ them. Grr. You know full well what I mean.

« (giggling) Mhm. I do. »

(playfully) Hmph.

And you were such a good girl, holding back all that time... (impishly) Save for that one time, I hear. (kiss) Well, fortunately, there's nothing stopping us from doing that now, so I hope you're ready, princess.

« Mhm, but... »

Hm?

« (nervously, shyly) It's all still really sensitive. Can you be slow and gentle? »

(kiss, giggling, impishly) Oh, I'm sure you are rather sensitive, indeed, aren't you, dear? Even if you hadn't asked, yes, my sweet, I told you: (slowly, whispered in her ear) I intend to be slow... and gentle... and take my time to find all your new buttons and learn how to push them...

[The listener shivers, etc., at Lily's words.]

« (flustered) A-Alright... »

Ehehe. I see that little reaction. What do you say to that?

« (flustered) Yeah... that's good. May I... push your buttons, too? »

(giggling) Such a good girl, wanting to reciprocate. (kiss; whispering) I'd like that, mhm.

« (giggling) Alright, then. »

(kiss, playfully) Besides, given our... abstinence during your recovery just because we found it too awkward for me not to be able to reciprocate in the ways I wanted... (kiss) Yes, I reckon that I'll let you. (giggling) After all, I said earlier that we shouldn't fuck just to satisfy libido, but that doesn't mean that that can't be part of the reason for both of us... hm?

« (giggling) Mhm... »

Alright. Then, with that settled...

« Hm? »

[Lily suddenly moves to roll over, letting out a groan of effort as she does so under the listener's weight. After a moment, she succeeds, now straddling the listener from atop her.]

(impishly, seductively) I know I said that I like having your weight on me, but now... (giggles) Now, I have you right where I want you. And there's nothing you can do about it.

(giggling, normally) Well, there are several things you could do about it, but— (slyly, seductively) there's nothing you can do about it.

[Lily leans down and starts kissing the listener's neck, her hands sliding down her torso, slipping under the hem of her shirt.]

(giggling, softly) Ehehe. Are those little quivers because you love these neck kisses or because my hands are cold, slipping up under your shirt?

« (giggling) B-Both... »

Good answer. (kiss) I reckon my hands will get all nice and warm here shortly, though, hm? You're nice and warm, after all. (giggling, impishly) Give me all of your body heat.

« (laughing) Okay, okay, I guess I can share. »

Ehehe. Thanks. Sorry. I'm just naturally always cold... (slyly) and you, my dear, are not.

« I know, I know. It's fine. Really not a big deal. »

[Lily and the listener continue lying together like this for a moment, until Lily's hands have warmed up slightly.]

Alright, do you think my hands are warm enough now?

« Mhm, yeah, probably. »

(impishly) Hm? You think so? Really? Your back is one thing, but... oh, the thought of my cold, cold hands on such a sensitive spot... We'd best not take any chances, hm?

« I mean... I think it's probably fine. What are you getting at? »

(falsely innocent) Hm? You think I'm playing at something? Can't a girl just be concerned about her girlfriend? The idea of having, like, an ice cube against my clit is just... (shudders) No, thank you. (a pause) Anyway, I'm just going to put my hands here, between your thighs. I reckon the heat will transfer into them better this way, mhm.

[Lily places her hands between the listener's thighs, near her knees.]

« (laughing) Not a fan of temperature play, I take it? »

Ehehe. Honestly? I feel like we've probably talked about it at some point. I like the idea of temperature play, certainly, but I'm a bit more hesitant about it in practice . I remember being curious at some point when I was younger, and I've tried an ice cube on my nipples, which was somewhere between "unpleasant" and "not having any real effect", which—

« Really? No effect at all? »

I mean, of course, I could feel it, and sure, it made my nipples get hard, but not in any interesting or pleasurable way. Plus, it was kinda uncomfortable. Definitely not something I thought was hot—

« (laughing) Well, no, sweetheart. Ice is usually cold. »

I— (sigh, playfully exasperated) Yes, yes, very funny, love. You're right: yes, it was not hot, but it was also not that erotic, and you knew perfectly well that that's what I meant.

« Mhm. »

(laughs) Anyway, to be fair, as you know, I don't have much breast or nipple sensitivity like that, so I reckon that that's part of the reason that that was uninteresting for me.

« I think that makes sense. »

Maybe heat could be better. There are those massage candles you can burn to melt the wax, and they're warm but not so hot to burn the skin, and that sounds kinda nice. Maybe not in an erotic way either, but... (trails off, shrugs)

« Do you want to try that sometime? »

Maybe we can look into it. I'm not really sure how expensive they are or how hot they actually get. But that's neither here nor there right now. Instead—

« (giggling) I mean, it'd be a pretty good excuse to start touching, if nothing else. »

Ehehe. That's a good point. It would make a good excuse for taking clothes off and getting a bit handsy, hm?

Anyway, going back to the ice, I did, out of curiosity, try it on my vulva that time, since I'm a lot more sensitive down there and I thought it might be more interesting, and... (shudders, laughs)

« Yeah? More effective? »

(laughing) Yeah, way more intense, and not in a good way. Just a... sharp, visceral discomfort, like holding on to a wet metal pole with the bare hands in the dead of winter. Girl, it's been years since then, and... (shudders) yeah, no.

(kiss, sweetly) And that, my dear, is why I am using your body heat to make sure I don't do that to you.

« Well, I appreciate it, I guess. »

(giggling, impishly) Plus, I get to do this...

[Lily slides her hand slightly higher along the inside of the listener's thigh, causing her to quiver slightly.]

Hehe. What's wrong? The insides of your thighs are sensitive?

« Mhm... »

(whispered in the listener's ear, seductively) Well, it'd be such a shame if someone were to take advantage of that fact, if someone were to... have manifested a situation, knowing that, to give herself the opportunity to take advantage of that fact to tease you, to get you squirming for her, hm? That would be such a shame, wouldn't it?

« (flustered) Y-Yeah... »

(sim.) Do you think such a scheme would work? Do you think a... hypothetical girl engaging in such a hypothetical scheme would be effective... if, for example, the hypothetical girl were to... let's see...

[Lily squeezes against the inside of the listener's inner thigh, near the top. The listener tenses slightly.]

(sim.) Judging by that reaction, it sure seems like it would be that way, doesn't it? (kiss on the ear)

« (flustered) Y-Yeah, I think so... »

(breathes in her ear; quietly, whispered) So... what would your reaction be if I were to tell you that it's not actually hypothetical, that the aforementioned girl with the aforementioned scheme didn't just exist but happened to be straddling you, teasing you, building up so much anticipation...? (kiss, suck on earlobe) Would that surprise you?

« Ehehe... Not really, I think. That... sounds about right... »

Ehehe... Not a surprise, then, hm? Then... hm... I guess if we don't have the element of surprise, then we're just going to have to play into those expectations, hm? (kiss)

[Lily leads a few kisses down the listener's face, reaching her chin.]

(softly) Tilt your head for me, sweetheart?

[The listener tilts her head slightly, giving Lily better access to the side of her neck. Lily takes advantage of this access, leading slow kisses down the listener's neck.]

Ehehe. I love how responsive you are. You sure do love your neck kisses, don't you? (giggling) Though it's not like I have any room to judge you, of course.

« Mm, they're so good... »

Well, making you feel good is the goal right now, silly. So I guess they're having their desired effect. (quietly, impishly) Though... I wonder what else I could do to have those desired effects... What do you think? Do you have any suggestions?

« (flustered) I... um... »

Too flustered to share, hm? Well, conveniently for you, my dear, I do have some ideas of my own. Are you going to be a good girl and let me try some things?

« (flustered) I... yeah. You can... »

(chuckling) Alright, then. Ah, but...

« Hm? »

(more firmly) A good girl would also be sure to tell me if she didn't like something. And since we're going to be doing a bit of exploring, that's especially important. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?

« Yeah... I'll tell you. »

(kiss) Good girl. Now...

[Lily slides downward against the listener's body, her head coming to rest around the listener's waist, hands on her waistband.]

(whispered) Let's see what new treasures are hiding beneath these shorts of yours, hm?

[Lily tugs lightly against the waistband.]

May I?

« (a bit shyly) Yeah, you may... »

[Lily pulls the listener's shorts down, the fabric bunching up just below her knees.]

(giggling) Such cute panties, too...

« You think so? »

Mhm. And, of course, they seem to fit you much better than before, don't they? I bet you're really happy about that. Nice and flat, right here...

[Lily lightly traces her fingertip across the front of the listener's panties, over her slit, causing the listener to shudder.]

Oh, you really are really sensitive, aren't you? I barely ran my finger over you.

« Y-Yeah... As I said, some parts are still really sensitive... »

(softly) I think it's fascinating how you get to adjust to sensations that are in some ways the same and in other ways completely different. And how those sensations will change over time as you adjust...

« Hm? What do you mean? »

Well, I mean that in both a general sense—sexual arousal, physical pleasure, how they manifest mentally and emotionally...—and in a literal sense—the parts you had before and the parts you have now are the same, just moved around and given a new, correct purpose for you.

« I guess that makes sense, yeah. »

Ehehe. But I do suspect that they won't feel the same for you, will they?

[Lily tugs lightly on the waistband of the listener's panties.]

(softly) May I take these off too? I'd love to see.

« But... you have seen... »

(laughing, playfully mocking) "Oh, but you have seen..."

Girl, two things. One: You've actually been pretty shy about showing me since the surgery. I can understand why that's the case, but that doesn't change the facts.

(laughing) And more importantly, two: when was having seen your sexy girlfriend naked before a reason to not want to see her like that again?

« (laughing) Ehehe. That's a fair point. That's true. »

(drawn out) Exactly. Perhaps I'm conceited, but you can't tell me that, even after all this time, you don't get a bit excited to see me.

« (giggling) You're right. That is a bit conceited. But it's true. »

(giggling) See? See? I told you. So... may I?

[Lily lightly tugs on the waistband of the listener's panties again. The listener nods. Lily gives a quick kiss on the listener's thigh as she starts to pull her panties down.]

(warmly) Thank you, love.

[Lily pulls the listener's panties down, just past her knees, bunching up along with the listener's shorts.]

Here... pull your legs back for me so I can get these off properly?

« Alright... »

[The listener pulls her legs up and closer to her body, allowing Lily to more easily remove her shorts and panties, tossing them unceremoniously onto the floor.]

Alright, let's see... Where shall we start...

[The listener, a bit flustered, doesn't answer.]

No preference, hm? (giggling)

[Lily blows a soft puff of air over the listener's vulva.]

You know, you've been pretty shy and self-conscious about showing it— (giggling) not that you've ever been specifically particularly exhibitionist, but you were usually pretty nonchalant and indifferent about me seeing you incidentally.

« Didn't you say something earlier about me "showing off that I wasn't showing off". »

Ehehe. Yes, I did say that. But that's different. You have more freely adopted an open, exposing lounging position, but that seems more about showing off what you don't have than showing off what you do have.

(giggling) And given how much you've loved showing off how much your boobs have grown since starting HRT, especially early on, I'd have expected you to show it off at every opportunity. (laughing) Probably an exaggeration, but all the same. I think I even made a joke about that before the surgery.

« Mhm, you did. »

Obviously, it's not a problem or anything. I guess I'm just a bit surprised.

« (shyly) Yeah... I've just felt really self-conscious about it. »

(softly) Because they weren't able to make a canal for you?

« Yeah. I just... I don't know... (sighs) »

(kiss, softly) Mhm. I know. It was a big, momentous thing... that you were able to have the surgery. And I know you got excited and hopeful and had these wondrous ideas, as well you should have, about what the end result would be. And so, of course, you'd be disappointed.

Getting your hopes up and having them unmet can feel way worse sometimes than just being pessimistic in the first place; that is especially in a situation like waking up from anaesthesia and hearing that you only got a partial surgery.

« (quietly, forlornly) Yeah... »

(kiss) But.. I have two questions for you, sweetheart.

« Mhm? What are they? »

[Lily runs her finger along the listener's slit, her touch extremely light. The listener shivers.]

(giggling) Well... three questions.

« M-Mhm...? »

Ehehe. One: Does it feel good when I so lightly trace my fingertips up and down your slit like this, follow the outline of your labia...?

« (with a shaky breath) Y-Yeah... that feels really good... »

(giggling) Your girlfriend is such a tease, isn't she? But she does love seeing those little quivers, hearing those shaky little exhales... You really are super sensitive... So much fun to tease...

« (flustered) Uu... »

Well, I'm going to keep doing this while I ask my other questions, so don't let your mind get too lost in there, 'kay? (laughs)

[Lily continues with her feather-light touches, just lightly tracing up and down the listener's vulva/labia.]

« Okay... »

Oh, actually, it looks like I have four questions. (giggling) Counting is hard sometimes.

« That's okay. You don't have a question ration or anything. »

(giggling) A question ration, huh? I reckon that wouldn't work well for us, would it?

« (giggling) That's two questions right there, my dear. »

Indeed, indeed. But... question two. (clears throat dramatically, then: playfully, overly sweetly) My dear, lovely sweetheart, would you do me a favour and take my pants off as well?

« (surprised) Huh? Yeah, I can do that. »

(similarly sweetly) Thank you, love.

[Lily shifts from her position straddling the listener, moving back slightly and extending her legs toward the listener. The listener begins taking off Lily's pants.]

« Panties, too? »

Mhm, mhm. Panties too, please.

[The listener removes Lily's panties as well, tossing both garments unceremoniously onto the floor.]

« There you go. \^_^ »

Ehehe. Thank you. (impishly) Now, I have another request for you, if you don't mind.

« Hm? What is it? »

Let me get back into position first...

[Lily returns to straddling the listener, an upright kneeling position that puts her own vulva clearly and plainly in view. As she talks, she starts touching the listener in the way she describes: the same slow, feather-light touches of her fingertip tracing along the listener's labia.]

Ehehe. I know you like it when your short little girlfriend gets to tower over you. It's amazing what an upright kneeling position can do, straddling someone who's on her back. Hm?

« (giggling) Yeah. »

But just as importantly, this should give you pretty easy access.

(softly) Now, I'm going to start touching you just like before—that same slow, featherlike touch up and down your labia. And what I want is for you to do exactly the same thing to me, okay?

« Just... touch in the same way? »

Mhm, exactly. Just mirror whatever you're feeling me do to you, back onto my vulva. (gently) Can you do that?

« Mhm. Yeah, I reckon I can do that. »

Alright...

[The listener begins mirroring Lily's continued touch back onto Lily's own vulva. With the way Lily is positioned, the listener has a clear, unobstructed view of Lily's vulva.]

(shivers, giggles) Ooh, that does feel good, doesn't it?

« Yeah... it does... »

(comfortably, gently) That's it... nice and gentle... trace up and down in the same way that I am, and I want you to watch where your fingers are, what they're touching, okay? Mirror my explorations...

« (a bit confused) ...Sure? I mean, I've... touched you before. »

Mhm. You have touched me before, so perhaps "explore" isn't quite the right word on your end, but I still want you to pay attention to what you're seeing as you touch me and what you're feeling as I touch you.

(comfortable sigh) It feels good... Does it feel better than before, sweetheart? (giggling) Does it feel better when I touch you now than when you cheated your recovery period that one time?

« Yeah, though... you're being so light... you're just teasing me. »

Ehehe. I am being a bit of a tease, aren't I, just barely grazing you with the tip of my finger all this time, continuing to build your anticipation? (giggling) Well, you're just going to have to be patient, my dear --.

Since I know you're still sensitive, I don't want to push you too far too quickly... plus, you know I love seeing you get all flustered and desperate when I tease you and just... (whispered, sultrily) build the anticipation... But you know you'll get your reward like any good girl should, so I promise the wait will be worth it.

« Mhm. I know, but... »

Mhm. I know. In the meantime, though, may I ask another of my questions?

« S-Sure. What is it? »

(softly, slowly) As I touch you, softly exploring your vulva with my fingertip... I want you to watch, to take a good look at mine as you mimic those same touches onto it...—

(aside) Ehehe. With the way I'm straddling you, that should be pretty easy...—

—and as you look at it, I want you to answer this question: can you see my vaginal canal at all?

« (mumbled) No, not really... »

(playfully) Hm? What was that? Speak up, sweetheart.

« (at a more normal volume) ...No, I can't. »

(warmly) And you're pretty up close and personal, aren't you? My pussy is pretty much right in front of your face, so if you can't see it from there whilst you're actively looking for it...

« ... »

I know, I know. And I know that I'm not going to be able to perfectly convince that mean little part of your subconscious all at once, but... I do want to say things that I think are true, and I want you to really try to take them to heart. Okay? Can you do that for me, my dear sweetheart?

« Yeah... I reckon I can try, at least. »

Trying is all I can ask on that front. But—

« Hm? »

I do have one more rule for you tonight.

« Hm? What is it? »

You're still mirroring my touches back onto my vulva, but... for the rest of the night, whatever we get up to, your fingers aren't allowed to go any deeper into me than mine can go into you. Does that sound fair?

« (shyly, seeing what Lily is getting at) I... I guess so, yeah. »

Ehehe. Yeah, you can tell that I'm trying to make a point, but... (leans down and kisses the listener) I trust you'll be a good girl and stick by that rule anyway, right?

« (blushing) Y-Yeah... »

Ehehe. Good girl.

(impishly) Now... may I do a bit more exploring, dear?

« Yeah... Go ahead. »

(playfully) I like that answer. (softly) I want you to keep mirroring my touches for a bit longer, okay?

« Mhm... »

(softly) Alright, I'm going to slip my finger in a little bit... rub along the inside wall of your opening...

[Lily inserts her finger as much as she can—about 2cm—and runs the edge of her finger around the inside wall of the listener's vagina; the listener continues mirroring the touches onto Lily.]

(letting out a soft, slow moan) Mm... that's nice, isn't it? (a beat, then: whispered) Ehehe. You can't fool me. I see that little quiver. How does it feel?

« Mm... It feels strange, but... in a good way. »

Ehehe. Well, we'll definitely take that, won't we?

(playfully) And what will happen if I press this little button, this back wall of yours?

[Lily presses her fingertip against the back wall of the listener's vaginal canal, causing the listener to tense and curl her body upward slightly, mostly in surprise. The listener's hand jerks upward, her finger slipping further into Lily. Lily initially reads this as a pain response, but she first lets out a moan in response to the listener's finger plunging deeper.]

(moans in pleasure, then: concerned) Are you okay? Did that hurt?

« N-No. It didn't hurt. »

Really? You got all tense and reacted like it hurt.

« (softly) Nn, it was fine. I didn't hurt, I promise. It just caught me off guard and felt... weird, I guess. »

Hm? "Weird" in a good way or "weird" in a bad way?

« ...In a good way, I think. It's just a really novel feeling. »

Yeah, I can imagine. (playfully) Then I can poke you all I want?

[Without waiting for a response, Lily reaches over with her other hand and boops the listener on the nose.]

Boop. Ehehe.

(more seriously) You're not used to feeling that kind of pressure inside you, so I reckon it is quite novel.

You said "weird" in a good way, so can I keep going, keep exploring?

« Yeah, that's fine. You can keep going. Just be gentle. »

Ehehe. I'm going to be nice and thorough and find all of the good spots, so...

[Lily resumes pressing lightly against the back wall of the listener's canal.]

Ehehe. (playfully) But... sweetheart?

« Hm? »

(playfully) When you tensed up in surprise a moment ago, your hand jerked forward a bit. So, your finger went deeper into me, and you, my dear, aren't allowed to go that far.

« Oh, sorry. »

[The listener withdraws her finger to the same depth as Lily's—about 2cm.]

Good girl. (kiss)

[Lily continues like this for a moment, just softly feeling around.]

I'm curious, though. I can't actually reach my deepest point—not with my finger, anyway—so I don't actually know what this feels like for you. (playfully) You'll have to tell me, dear, what sort of unique and interesting experiences you get to... well, experience, hm? What does it feel like when I finger you like this, so slowly, gently...?

[The listener shivers slightly]

« I'm not really sure how to put it into words, to be honest. »

Mhm?

« Yeah. It feels good, but in a way I don't know how to describe. »

(softly) That's okay. If you should find the words, then I will still be curious, but I understand if it's hard to describe something so new and different.

« Yeah... if I come up with a good description, I'll let you know, I guess. »

(warmly, playfully) Thank you, love. ♥

I've hit my cervix with a toy before, and that was actually kind of unpleasant. So I'm glad that this is nice for you, even if it's a bit weird.

« Hm? Weird, how? »

Just... Sort of like getting hit in the stomach, I guess? Not exactly like that, but that's the closest I can think of, I think. It didn't really hurt, per se, but it wasn't great.

« No, that doesn't seem like it'd be. »

(playfully) But, anyway... before we get any more carried away with our exploring and more... (impishly) fervent... touches... I have a question, if I may?

« Hm? What is it? »

(playfully) Aside from your one little slip up when I caught you off guard, you've been doing such a great job of mirroring my touches on your vulva one-for-one on mine.

[Lily lightly presses her finger against the listener's back wall.]

(quietly) Now, with my lightly grazing your back wall like this... how deep is your finger, dear?

« (hesitantly, shyly) I-I mean... nowhere near your back wall. »

(softly, yet firmly) That wasn't my question. Either as a direct measurement or in reference to parts of your finger, how deep is your finger into me?

« (hesitantly, shyly) To the first knuckle or so? A centimetre or two? »

(playfully) Ehehe. Good girl. A very accurate measurement. I reckon that's about right.

« (blushing) What... What of it? »

(playfully) Well, I seem to recall you complaining about having, quote, "zero depth, basically". And now here you are, my dear, knuckle-deep in me, which means that I am knuckle-deep in you— (giggling) any potential hand size discrepancies notwithstanding, and yes, I have small hands—which, I think, is plenty deep to feel how wet I am, how wet you are... and plenty deep for it to feel really, really good, huh? And I haven't even touched your clit yet.

[The listener looks away, embarrassed. Lily leans down, kissing the listener.]

(whispered, promptingly) Hm? Am I wrong?

« (shyly) Nn, you're not wrong. »

(whispered, seductively) Good girl.

(clears throat; mock-formally) Now, in light of the defendant's confession under this cross-examination, the prosecution moves to proceed directly to sentencing.

(giggling, breaking character) Ehehe. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.

(deep breath, clears throat, resuming her mock-formal affect) Does the defence have any objections?

« I... I guess not...? »

(playfully, smugly) Then... arms up, love.

« (with a playful eye roll) You're being so dramatic. »

Yes, I'm being dramatic. You're being silly. Now, arms up.

« Is this the sentencing? »

Mhm. (just above a whisper, seductively) I did say that we should move directly to sentencing, didn't I? So... here we are. And I know what would be just... perfect ... for you.

« - (nervously) ...which is? »

(firmly, yet still softly) Arms up, my love. (a beat) Yes, I know that means breaking the mirroring. That's okay.

[The listener finally raises her hands above her head. Lily moves her own hands to the hem of the listener's shirt and leans down to kiss her.]

(just above a whisper, seductively) The "sentence", such as it is, is that we should, just as I said a few moments ago... get "more carried away with our exploring and our... fervent touches".

(kiss, whispered in the listener's ear) And for that, I reckon that this shirt of yours, whilst very cute on you, is rather much in the way, hm?

« A bit, yeah. »

Ehehe.

[Lily starts to remove the listener's shirt, lifting it as well as she can, given that the listener is still laying down on it.]

(softly) Lift up your back for me?

« Sure. »

[The listener does so, and Lily finishes removing her shirt, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.]

Hm... Better, but I reckon that we ought to do something about this bra, too, hm?

« Sure. I like that plan. »

[Lily removes the listener's bra as well, leaving her completely naked.]

(softly) Such a pretty little thing∼

[Lily runs her hand down the listener's chest, from her collarbone down through the valley between her breasts.]

(playfully, seductively) I know I've said this before, but HRT sure was kind to you up here, huh?

[Lily shifts her body downward, coming from her straddling position to lay atop the listener. She follows the same path with a slow string of kisses, starting from the neck... to the collarbone... The listener quivers, letting out a whimper.]

(giggling) I know you're turned on from all that foreplay, but you're so fucking sensitive, aren't you, even up here on your neck and collarbone... (kiss, to which the listener whimpers again) That's it... whimper for me, moan for me, quiver for me...

[Lily continues kissing along the listener's collarbone. After a moment:]

(breathily) And what do we reckon will happen if I bring these kisses just a little bit lower... (kisses, trailing lower) ...to the tops of these breasts of yours...? (kisses)

[The listener lets out a soft moan. Lily, with her mouth at the top of one of the listener's breasts, brings one hand up to cup the other from the bottom, giving a soft squeeze.]

(giggling) Ehehe. And... squish∼

[The listener gives a small gasp as Lily squeezes the side/bottom of her breast. Lily smiles, giggling, bringing her ksises even lower, continuing to cup and squeeze the other breast.]

(playfully, breathily) You really do like this, huh, sweetheart? (kiss)

[Lily kisses just above the listener's nipple, along the edge of her areola, causing the listener to let out a shaky breath.]

« (breathily) Y-Yeah... »

Ehehe. And what if I...

[Lily gives another light kiss, this time against the listener's nipple. With her hand, she brushes her thumb lightly against the listener's other nipple. The listener tenses in pleasure, letting out a shaky breath.]

(quietly, gently) Breathe... Breathe for me, dear... Relax...

[The listener takes a few deep breaths, and for these few seconds, Lily pauses her attentions.]

(quietly, gently) Good girl...

[Once the listener is a bit more relaxed, Lily gently blows a stream of air against the listener's nipple, causing her to twitch. Lily giggles.]

(playfully) You really are sensitive, huh?

« Yeah... But it feels good. »

Ehehe. That is the point, silly girl. It's supposed to feel good.

[Lily kisses the listener's nipple again, then takes it softly into her mouth, sucking on it and pulling gently before releasing it with a soft pop.]

Now, what do you want, princess?

[The listener doesn't immediately respond.]

Do you know what I want, princess?

« Hm? What? »

[Lily slides upward to kiss the listener on the lips.]

(slowly, emphatically) I want you to be selfish right now, princess. (kiss, giggling) Or, at least, as selfish as you want to be.

« Mhm? »

(softly) I know you don't necessarily love being the centre of attention, but if you do want things...? (kiss)

« (smiling, playfully) You, then. »

Hm? Me?

« (warmly) I want you, Lily. Is that okay? »

(slightly flustered) Ehehe. (kiss) You're so cute. Of course you can have me. (whispered, slyly) In fact... I would certainly like to give myself to you. Do you have anything in mind?

« Hm... well, for starters, I'd like to your top off too. May I? »

Mm... You took my pants off earlier. You may most definitely take my top off too. (a beat) Will you, please, my dear?

« Of course. Arms up? »

[Lily raises her arms, and the listener helps remove her shirt, tossing it onto the floor. The listener runs her hand over Lily's torso, and after a moment, her hand slips tentatively under the band of Lily's bra.]

(giggling) You seem to want my bra off too, don't you? Go ahead, my dear.

[Lily raises her arms again, and the listener pulls her sports bra off as well. Like the top, she tosses it onto the floor. Lily leans down to kiss her.]

(kiss) Now what?

[The listener reaches down and cups Lily's breast in her hand, giving a soft squeeze.]

« Ehehe. Squish∼ »

[Lily giggles, mirroring the gesture onto the listener.]

Ehehe. And a "squish∼" back to you, too, love.

(kiss) Such cute little reactions. Shall we find out all of the little sounds I can make you make for me?

« (shyly) If you want to, I guess. »

(kiss, playfully) I do want to, mhm.

As much as I also love you for... (kiss) plenty ... (kiss) of other reasons... (whispered) I think we should do something about the fact that there's a hot naked girl in my arms, hm?

« (slightly flustered) M-Mhm... But... I could say the same thing. »

Hm? (giggling) Oh, I guess by symmetry, you do have an equally naked woman in your arms. (kiss) Maybe we should do something about that too, yeah.

« ... »

(kiss) I like that idea. (quietly) And I'll keep sucking on these pretty, sensitive tits of yours...

[Lily takes one of the listener's nipples into her mouth, sucking then releasing it with a pop, causing the listener to whimper.]

...and we can both let our hands... ehehe, "wander" a bit down there. How's that sound?

« (breathlessly) Yeah... That sounds good... »

(kiss) Good girl... And we'll find out just... how good... we can make your first—ehehe, second —time.

« And you, too... »

Ehehe, you're so cute. (kiss; playfully) Yes, my dear, you can make me cum too. I'm not that selfless.

« Ehehe. »

[Lily turns her attention more solidly on the listener's breasts, kissing and sucking on/around the nipples, cupping and fondling with one hand. her other hand slides down to tease along the inside of the listener's thighs. At the same time, the listener's hand moves down to the tops of Lily's thighs, causing her to let out a slow, soft moan.]

(soft moan) Mm, that's nice, huh? So sensitive here on the inside of your thigh? And on your chest?

« Yeah... You are too, though. »

Ehehe. (releases the listener's nipple with a pop) Mhm. You're right. I won't lie. (softly) So am I.

(kiss) But... (playfully) Let's see, dear, how much more teasing can you handle right now? Or should I just give you what you want?

« (flustered) I mean... »

Ehehe. Let me just... come up here, toward your...

[Lily slides her fingers up the listener's thighs and slit, brushing directly against the listener's clit, causing her to tense and let out a sharp moan, a mix of pleasure and pain as the area is still too sensitive from the surgery.]

« Oh, fuck! (whimpers) »

[Lily pulls her hand away.]

(concerned) Hun, are you okay?

« (breathlessly) Y-Yeah, just... »

Too much?

[The listener nods. Lily reaches up and kisses her on the lips.]

You really are sensitive. I barely touched you. (giggling)

« (a bit embarrassed) I know, but... »

(more seriously) Hey, it's okay. It's not a big deal. I'm just teasing. (kiss) Besides, it makes sense. We're barely past that "don't have sex" timeline that you were given, and the clit is a very delicate organ. Of course it's going to need the longest time to recover.

« That's true, but... »

Plus, I'm pretty sure that I read at some point that the clit has the highest density of nerve endings anywhere in the body. Combine that with the recency of your surgery and... (kiss; playfully) I guess we'll just have to leave a detailed, extensive exploration for another time. And in the meantime, I'm sure we can yet have plenty of fun, hm?

« (embarrassed, disappointed) M-Mhm... »

Hm? What's that face for?

« It's just... disappointing and... dysphoric for you not to be able to... »

(firmly) Sweetheart. I know what you mean, but... It's not that I can't play with your clit like that. It's that I can't do it yet . And, yeah, I know that sounds the same as it was pre-surgery, before you had one, but it is different now. It's not that your body isn't built for that: it's that your body needs to heal.

« ... »

(softly) Remember my knee surgery last year?

« ...mhm. Yeah, of course. »

After "the incident", during those three of four days or however long it was until the surgery had been scheduled and then pushed back and then pushed back again and then moved from 11am to 1pmeven though we were already at the hospital—

« Didn't it get pushed back again after that? »

(giggling) Yeah, it was almost 2 by the time they took me to the O.R. Anyway , for those few days, I couldn't walk because I had two fractured bones in my leg. My body was just entirely incapable of walking. And then after the surgery, I couldn't walk for a few months—basically the same as your recovery time—because I wasn't allowed to put weight on it. That's the same as your "no sex for three months" rule.

Once I could put weight on my leg, it hurt a lot to actually do it, and I still needed crutches for a couple days to do basically any walking, and I still needed them for a... week? or so after that, any time we left the house and I wasn't just going a few steps at a time. And I still had a slight limp for a bit after that, but... c'est la vie. Ehehe. C'est la guérison, même. (TL: "That's the healing process, even.")

(giggling) And I remember that first day, as we were leaving the doctor's office after they told me that I could walk on it, I, of course, was going to try walking out to the bus stop, but the moment I got down from the patient chair and overconfidently put weight on my leg, I nearly fell over as my leg gave out in pain. And you caught me and said—Do you remember what you said?

« Uh... To be honest, not exactly? »

Well, after making sure that I was okay—I was—the first thing you said to me was... (giggling) "Weight-bearing as tolerated doesn't mean that you can automatically tolerate it all at once as if nothing happened, silly. Let's get home and then we can start small and work your way back up to normal." I pouted, lamenting (playfully whining, overly dramatically) "Uwaa, but sweetheart, it's already been three months that I couldn't walk", and... you giggled and booped me on the nose.

« (giggling) That does sound like something I'd do. »

Mhm. And do you know what I have to say to you now?

« What's that? »

[Lily reaches up and boops the listener on the nose.]

(giggling, cutely) Boop.

« (falsely pouting) Hey! »

Ehehe. (kiss; mischievously) Believe me, hon', there will be plenty more opportunities to get you reacclimated, whether that's, A, tomorrow; B, the day after; C, next week; D, a month from now... (trails off) Though, knowing your libido, that's an E, "all of the above", hm? (kiss)

« (playfully) ...maybe. »

(kiss) Ehehe. Not that I'm complaining, of course. (kiss) But for now, why don't we make the most of the situation as it stands. When I was touching you earlier, lower on your vulva and even inside your vaginal canal, that felt good and didn't hurt, right? That was good?

« Yeah... That felt really good. »

[Lily moves her hands to the listener's navel, sliding down over her waist, rubbing small circles over her mons pubis.]

Alright, and what about up here, above your clit? Does it feel good if I rub over your mons?

« The listener lifts her hips slightly, into Lily's touch. »

« Mm, yeah, that's also good. »

Ehehe. (kiss) Then it seems you're in a recovery stage where you're too sensitive for direct clitoral stimulation, but it seems everything else is on the table, hm? (kiss; slyly) And I reckon that leaves plenty of space to play, doesn't it?

« (breathily) Y-Yeah... »

(more seriously) But you know what else that means, sweetheart?

« Hm? What's that? »

That means that there's another restriction on how-slash-where you're allowed to touch me tonight.

« Hm? What do you mean? »

Well, for tonight, I told you that you're not allowed to touch me anywhere that I can't touch you, remember?

« Mhm. »

And so now we know that this means, one, only as deep as your first knuckle and, two, no direct clitoral stimulation, only the areas around it. (giggles) Oh, but the whole rest of my body is fair game, of course, because...

[Lily leans down, taking the listener's nipple into her mouth and releasing it with a loud pop, her hand trailing across her upper thigh.]

Ehehe. Because obviously the rest of your body isn't off limits when you react like that, hm?

« (unconvinced) I guess so... »

(playfully, brightly) It's only fair, love. Hm?

« (flatly, not a question) You're trying to make a point. »

(laughing, not trying to be convincing) Me? Trying to make a point? Never. You know whom you're talking to?

« (giggling) Yes, I do, Lily. »

(giggling) Oi. Shut up, fuck me, and let me fuck you, dear.

« (giggling) You're changing the topic. »

(giggling) I am not changing the topic! ...Or maybe I am, a little bit. But that's not the point! Do you want me to fuck you or not?

« ...Yeah, I do. »

Good girl.

[Lily brings her fingers up a little higher, grazing directly against the listener's vulva, her other hand coming to the listener's breast, also kissing the side of her neck.]

(mischievously) How long do you think you'll last with this three-front attack to your vulva, your chest, and your neck?

[The listener melts under Lily's touch, letting out a long, low moan.]

« Mm... fuck, that's good. »

(playfully) Not long, it looks like. (breathily) I love how incredibly sensitive you are. (kiss) So sweet and pliant, and as much as I know that you don't mind our easily-distracted, "inefficient" sexy times and that you're having just as much fun as I am with of this right— (giggling) "fuck fucking when you can just naked-cuddle", as a certain girlfriend of mine once said—I can tell that you might be getting just a ti∼ny bit impatient, just existing in this prolonged, high-strung state, like an indirect edging or something.

(kiss) I reckon I won't lie and disagree too much, either.

« Yeah... it's nice laying together like this, but... »

(playfully) So how about, like I said a while ago, we do something about the fact that there's a hot and naked, horny girl in my arms on top of me, and an equally naked and horny girl in your arms under you. Hm? (kiss)

« Yeah... What do you have in mind? »

Here. Let me get up.

« Sure. »

[The listener gets up, off of Lily, curious what she means. Lily gets up as well, plopping down in the adjacent reclining chair, scooching into the back. She spreads her legs, patting the space between them.]

Come join me in the big recliner chair, between my legs.

« Oh, sure. That sounds nice. »

[The listener walks over and settles in on the chair, sitting between Lily's legs, facing away from her. Lily wraps her arms around the listener's waist, pulling her against her.]

Here, scoot back...

[The listener does so.]

Yeah, that's it. A∼ll the way back. Lean up against me.

[The listener scoots back, leaning back against Lily.]

Ehehe. It's nice to have you up against me again, love. I'm going to recline the chair just a little bit, okay?

« Yeah. »

[Lily slowly reclies the chair backward slightly such that they're sitting at a shallow angle.]

How's that?

« That's good. »

Alright. (playfully whispered in the listener's ear) I reckon you're primed to be a little bit less patient right now, so we're going to take turns.

« But I wanted to... »

(laughing) Yeah, I know you did, sweetheart, but taking turns doesn't preclude that, does it? For now, I want you to lean back against me, relax, and just... you know... feel. And afterwards, we can figure out what happens afterwards. Okay?

« ...Yeah, I guess that's fine. That makes sense. »

Good girl. Now, are you comfy?

« Mhm. »

Mm. Then close your eyes, and I'm just going to reach around and...

[Lily reaches her arms around, placing her hands on the listener's stomach, rubbing small circular patterns.]

...start a little tame, here on your stomach...

[The listener lets out a comfortable sigh.]

Is that good?

« Mhm. »

Good... You can put your hands on the arms of the chair, or on my legs, or wherever, okay?

[The listener moves her hands to the outside of Lily's thighs.]

There you go...

[The two continue like this, with Lily rubbing along the listener's stomach and arms. Throughout, her soft, deep breathing can be heard. After a moment:]

(whispered in the listener's ear) Now, what if I were to get a little bit... less "tame"?

[Without waiting for a response, Lily leans in, planting a few kisses along the listener's neck, eliciting a soft, pleasured moan.]

(between kisses, giggling) It's so cute how quickly you melt under these neck kisses, love.

« Ah... you're the same way, though. »

Ehehe. This is true. I am the same way. And I reckon all this teasing is helping, too. But that's not the point.

« Then what is the point? »

[Lily brings her hands up to cup the listener's breasts, running her index fingers over the listener's nipples.]

(giggling) Well, these sure feel like little points, don't they? (kiss; giggling, teasingly sarcastic) If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were, like, turned on or something.

« (flustered) I... I mean, I am, Lil. »

(mock surprise) Oh, you are, are you, sweetheart? (leadingly) Next thing I know, you're going to ask me to do something about that, hm? Take responsibility for all of these actions?

« Y-Yeah... »

(kiss, quietly in the listener's ear) Well, my dear, go ahead and ask, hm? What do you want?

« Hm? »

(quietly) If I can, you know that I'll give you whatsoever you want, but that doesn't mean I can't still want to hear you ask. (kiss)

« (flustered) I... Can you... play with my breast one hand and finger me with the other? »

(warmly) Of course I can do that, love.

[Lily gives a soft squeeze of the listener's breast with one hand.]

Give a nice big squi∼sh with this hand...

[Lily brings her other hand down the listener's side to her waist, teasing against her upper thigh toward her vulva.]

And this one can tease up your thigh until it comes up... on this petal, right where you want it...

[Lily's hand brushes against the bottom of the listener's labia, inducing a shudder and a soft moan.]

Ehehe, that's it. Moan for me...

[Lily plants a soft kiss on the listener's neck with a soft moan of her own.]

And I'll throw in some more neck kisses just to sweeten the deal, hm?

« Fuck, that feels good. »

I'm glad, sweetheart.

I'm going to keep going, alright? Start slow with these firm strokes against your labia, play with your nipple... (playfully, mischievously) ...and slowly ramp up until you're begging me to not stop... even though you can barely take any more...

[The listener lets out another moan, pressing her body back into Lily's.]

I'll take that sweet, sweet moan as eager agreement, hm?

[Lily continues playing with the listener's breasts, her other hand slowly rubbing the outside of her labia. She keeps her mouth close to the listener's ear, planting soft kisses along her neck, low moans and breathing audible. After a moment:]

(softly) I'll stay away from your clit since it's still so sensitive, and I'll try to be gentle across the board, but let me know if it's too much or if you want me to go a bit harder, okay? (giggle) I'd rather you beg me to be a bit rougher than that I should accidentally go too hard and hurt you. (kiss) Promise?

« (breathlessly) Y-Yeah... promise... »

[Lily moans into a kiss.]

Good girl.

[Lily continues as before, her breathing, moans, and kisses audible. Perhaps she interjects a few soft phrases of encouragement throughout as the listener continues to react pleasurably, moaning, etc. Eventually, Lily kisses against the listener's ear.]

(whispered) May I slip inside and finger you?

[The listener eager accedes with a moan.]

(whispered) Ehehe. That sounds like a yes.

[Lily slips a finger inside the listener's vagina, pressing lightly against the inside edges of her labia and against the back wall.]

(whispered) Oh, but don't worry, sweetheart, I'll be as gentle as you want me to be.

[The listener lets out a low moan, her back arching. Her fingers squeeze into Lily's thighs.]

« Mm, fuck, that's good. »

Yeah?

« Yeah... »

Ehehe. It does look like you're enjoying this. Such beautiful... sweet... desperate little reactions—that arching, those little claws digging into my thighs...

« Sorry. »

[The listener loosens her grip on Lily's thighs.]

(softly) Nn, don't worry about it. It's fine.

[Lily kisses the listener's ear.]

(whispered) Grab as tight as you want.

[The listener retightens her grip slightly.]

(whispered) Good girl.

[Lily continues fingering the listener as she had been. After a moment:]

« (breathlessly) You can go harder... »

Ehehe. Too gentle, hm? (kiss) Yeah, I can go a bit harder.

[Over the next few moments, Lily incrementally increases her pressure and speed, continuing. The listener is approaching orgasm.]

(softly) I can tell you're getting close, love. Breathe and just let go. (kiss)

[Lily continues, also resuming her neck kisses, trying to push the listener over the edge. Soon, the first wave of the listener's orgasm hits, her body tensing, moaning.]

(moaning softly) Good girl. That's it; that's it. Breathe...

[Lily doesn't let up, continuing to rub the listener's vulva throughout, trying to extend the waves as long as possible.]

(sofly, mischievously) Ehehe, let's see how long we can keep you riding this high...

[Eventually, the listener comes down, spent, shuddering, panting, and Lily finally relents.]

« Fuck, Lily... »

(kiss, innocently) Hm? What's wrong? Did you have fun?

« (chuckling, exhaustedly) You know what you did. »

(innocently) I just want my dear sweetheart to feel good, and after the last few months in particular, these hands are going to take advantage of the situation.

« And I'm glad they did. »

[Lily brings her hand up to her mouth, licking off the listener's juices.]

Good.

In all seriousness, though... how did that feel?

« Uh... it was really, really good. My mind's still trying to catch up. »

Hehe. Better than before?

« Yeah, definitely. That was... fuck, Lily... »

(kiss, playfully) That good, huh? Good to know that we've had enough practise that even now, I'm not too rusty, but something tells me it's more than that I've just gotten magically better at this since last time, hm?

« Yeah... That was just... so intense, like my whole body was... (trails off, unsure how to explain) »

Don't worry about trying to explain now, love. I'm sure that was intense and a whole lot of new sensations for this brain and body to figure out all at once.

(kiss, playfully) We'll be sure to give them some more exposure to them to figure it out, hm? (kiss) Especially as you continue healing and your clit gets to be in play, too. Won't that be fun?

« Yeah, I'm sure it will be... »

And in the meantime, I at least won't overpressure you for all the... juicy details right this second.

I reckon I'll at least give you more than seventeen seconds to identify and parse all of what just happened.

« I appreciate it. »

[Lily and the listener sit like this another moment as the listener comes down from her high, her breath slowing and stabilising. The listener seems a bit dazed, as if half-asleep.]

(kiss, softly) How are you feeling, love?

« Really good. »

Yeah? You do look so adorably blissed out in my arms over there. A cute little dazed, glassy-eyed princess.

[Lily brings one hand up, booping the listener on the nose.]

(playfully) Boop.

« (without much resistance) Hey... »

[Lily boops her again.]

Ehehe. Boop.

« (pouting) Hmph. »

(giggling, playfully) Don't pout, dear.

[Lily lets out a contented sigh. After a moment:]

What are you feeling up to? Do you want a second round?

« Ehehe, no, I don't reckon I can do another round after that. »

Ehehe. Fair enough. Do you want to just fall asleep like this? Something else?

« (playfully) Well, we had talked about taking turns. That means it's my turn to make you feel good, right? »

You want to take your turn now? (kiss) If you want to, then I reckon I'd be a fool not to let you, hm?

You're too good to turn down when, (mischievously) given what's happened, I can't reasonably claim to not be in the mood, can I?

« (giggling) Probably not. »

Anything in particular you want to do? You know I'm easy.

« Not really. I'll do whatever. »

Yeah, I know you'll do oral or hands, et cetera. You're generally very open to anything I'm also open to. But, (giggling) that doesn't preclude you from having a preference, in general or in this moment in particular.

« (warmly) Fair, but what's important is what you want because that's what I want to give you. »

(playfully annoyed) Hmph, fine. You have preferences on the receiving end, but not on the giving end.

(playfully, exaggeratedly posh/formal) In that case, seeing that thou art so indecisive, as thy princess, I must assume into mine own hands the duty of resolution and thusly vouchsafe unto thee mine own preference as thy directive in such fashion as shall brook no misprision of thine but salient, evincing truth, young maiden.

« (laughing) ...what? I understood... some of those words. »

(sim.) It seemeth that I must endeavour rather to speak, if thou canst not—

[The listener moves her hand to cover Lily's mouth.]

(completely unintelligible, muffled) —understand me—

[Lily pulls the listener's hand away, laughing.]

(laughing) Hey! Stop!

[The listener retaliates by leaning in, kissing Lily, muffling her again.]

(kiss, laughing) Hey, come on! (kiss)

« (laughing) Fine, fine. You can continue. »

Ahem. (as before) Thy kisses are most welcome in sense general, yet make for rather hindered speech. (giggles)

Rather, I wish merely to convey that, shouldst thou find thyself unable to make the aforementioned decision, it seemeth that I need make it myself and tell it plainly unto thee such that we may continue with our... (kiss, whispered) activities, in form reciprocal.

« (giggling) Please, my princess, enlighten me. »

Very well, young maiden. I shall enlighten thee. Forsooth, I—

« (giggling) How long are you going to keep up that voice? »

[NB: In the following line, Lily uses the word /affectation/ (an adoption of mannerisms and/or voice characteristics, usually done performatively) , rather than /affection/ (feeling of fondness or love for something or someone, or the display of the same) .]

Hm? I thought that thou hadst wished to know thy charge, but if thou shouldst rather wander such diversionary path as to inquire about this so-called "affectation" of mine, then I shall entertain this curiosity instead—even when thou knowest well, love, that 'tis no mere affectation and thus I am able, as thy proclaimèd princess, to continue to speak in this fashion without pause or falter for so long as I may wish.

In disclosure to that end, I shall belike speak thusly unless and until thou requestest that I cease or otherwise makest that I should be unable to continue.

« (giggling) I see. Fair enough. May I also ask about my "charge"? What would you have of me? »

(warmly) Thou mayest well enquire of thy charge, indeed, should thine other curiosity be properly satisfied.

« Yes, it is. »

(clears throat) Then, should it please thee, I shall request that we exchange positions, that thou sit in my present place, I thine, and that thou requite just that which I have done unto thee.

« Okay. I guess that will be good. »

Hast thou any objection?

« No. If that's what you want, Lil, then I'm happy to do that. »

(kiss, softly, slightly playful) Canst thou stand?

« I think so, yeah. »

[The listener extricates herself from Lily, standing. Lily takes a moment to look her up and down, playfully whistling in apparent appreciation, flustering the listener, who covers slightly.]

« (a bit flustered) What is it? »

Ehehe. (playfully) Doth it bother thee that I might simply wish to enjoy the view for a moment?

« (flustered) N-No, I guess not. »

[Lily now stands, kissing the listener on the lips.]

(softly) Good girl. Now...

[Lily gestures to the chair, indicating for the listener to sit, taking her spot.]

« And now you'll sit here? »

Indeed. I'll...

[Lily also takes her seat, between the listener's legs, facing away, her back against the listener's chest.]

(playfully) ...make from thee a rather comfortable seat, hm?

[Lily takes a deep breath, releasing it as a long, contented sigh, melting back into the listener.]

« Are you comfortable? »

(softly) Yes, very. This is very nice, as always.

« And you want me to just do the same to you as what you did to me? »

(softly, more quiet, less performative) Of a sort, at least. I reckon it need not be perfectly equitable, and thou hast allowance to use thine own judgment to, in good faith, interpret my reactions, especially in such situations as I may not, by cause of distraction or overstimulation, have means nor wherewithal to plainly tell thee.

Though I reckon also that 'tis yet a well-reasoned initial consideration, is it not?

« Yeah, I think it will work well. Ehehe. I mean, I certainly enjoyed it. »

(giggling) Ehehe. Thou didst seem to, and I should hope to be... "témoin" of it, myself.

« (confused) Hm? »

(normally, breaking the princess character, giggling) Sorry, that's the best word I could come up with.

« What does it mean? »

(sigh) "Witness", if you were to look it up, but it's a bit more... "active" than that. It was more an expression that I want to be "witness" to the experience in itself, on my turn, that witness merely to the observation that you seemed to enjoy it on yours, (playfully) though that's pretty good too.

« I see. I guess that makes sense. »

Mhm.

« (giggling) But, dear? »

Hm?

« You broke your character, princess . »

(nonchalant) Eh. Sure, but I figured the bit had probably overstayed its welcome.

[Lily scoots back slightly, pressing fully against the listener. She grabs the listener's hand, guiding them to her thighs,]

(softly, playfully) Besides, that's enough distraction, I reckon. (kiss)

« (giggling) Fair enough. You just want me to do what you did to me, right? »

Yeah, more or less. Like I said, it doesn't have to be exactly the same. (giggling) That'd be a little silly.

But yeah, you know that I also like feeling you reach around me and, uh, (mischievously, quietly) touch me, as it were. And, well... (trails off)

« Hm? »

Nn, nothing.

Ah, but I suppose, like you well know, just since I don't have the same sensitivity, there's perhaps less need for quite as much active, focused breast play, and more for neck kisses and the like. So, I guess, not exactly the same, in fact. \^_^

« (giggling) Yeah, that sounds about right. »

Mhm.

(after a moment) Oh, I guess "host" would have been a good word. Oh well. It's too late now.

But anyway... (playfully) my dear, before we get started, do you remember your restrictions?

« Hm? »

What aren't you allowed to do tonight? To me, specifically.

« Oh, um... I'm not allowed to touch you in any way that you can't touch me. So... no touching your clit, really, and no touching more than about a knuckle deep? »

(warmly) That's exactly right, my dear.

[Lily leans back and kisses her.]

(softly, playfully) Good girl. Now...

[Lily starts to further settle in against the listener. After a short pause, she suddenly has an idea:]

Oh, actually. Hold on.

« Hm? What is it? »

[Lily gets up from the chair.]

I just thought about something. I'll be right back.

« (confused) ...Okay? »

[Lily walks over to her dresser, opening a door. After a moment, she starts to return, a vibrator in hand. As she approaches the listener, she turns it on (on the lowest setting) as an explanation.]

(playfully, mischievously) Ehehe.

« (playfully) I see. »

(giggling) So sue your girl for thinking a vibrator might be fun.

[Lily turns off the vibrator.]

(shrugs, nonchalant) No, it just came to mind and we haven't used it in a while, so I want to use it.

« No, that makes sense to me. (teasingly) You do like that thing, don't you? »

(giggling) Ehehe, guilty as charged. But... (more slowly, mischievously) ...the thought of the vibrator and your fingers... well...

« (giggling) If that's what you want, my dear, then I'm happy to please. »

Oh, it is what I want, but it's contingent on it being within the rules, of course. (playfully) So, love, may I?

[Lily turns the vibrator back on, holding it out toward the listener's vulva.]

« Oh, sure, I guess so. Just to test? »

Yeah. From earlier, you seemed not so sensitive that this would be too much if we were gentle, but... (giggles) rules are rules, hm?

« (rolls her eyes playfully) Yeah, yeah. I hear you. »

Then...

[Lily brings the vibrator to the listener's vulva, allowing it to contact lightly. The listener's breath catches.]

Is that too much?

« N-No, it's fine. »

[Lily presses it slightly harder, though still fairly light.]

How about that?

« Y-Yeah, it's fine. »

[Lily suddenly turns off the vibrator, pulling it away.]

(giggling) Then the Court finds in favour of the plaintiff and issues a declaratory judgment granting licence thereto for the use of the rose in accordance with the demonstration. Let it be so ordered.

« (giggling) Yes, princess . »

(giggling) Ehehe, guilty as charged.

« (deep breath) But it's a bit mean for you to tease me like that. »

(nonchalant, a bit playful) Well, I said that a round two could well be in the cards should you wish it. The cards have been shuffled, but not yet dealt, my love.

« Yeah, you did say that. I don't think I could do a round two yet, right now, and (warmly, playfully) besides, I want to take care of you first anyway, (as a pet name, rather than a title) princess. »

(kiss, playfully) Well, then who am I to complain?

[Lily sits down in the chair again, scooting back to press herself against the listener as before. She holds on to the vibrator but does not turn it on.]

« Ready, love? »

[Lily takes a deep breath, letting out a comfortable sigh.]

Very ready. (kiss) I leave myself in your hands—literally (giggle) .

« Well, then... »

[The listener starts with one hand on Lily's arm, the other on her stomach, slowly running her hands up and down. At first, the touch isn't meant as particularly erotic so much as just calm and comforting. Lily relaxes into the touch, her breathing slowing and becoming deeper.]

(quietly) That's nice...

« Yeah? »

Yeah... (a beat, playfully) Not too slow, though, please.

« Ehehe. I won't tease you too much, then. »

(softly) Thanks.

[The listener's touches become less slow, with one hand sliding down to Lily's thigh, the other coming up to her chest. She brings her face down to Lily's shoulder.]

« (softly, near her ear) Tilt your head for me? »

[Lily does tilt her head, offering the side of her neck.]

(softly, giggling) Oh, you know I won't turn down neck kisses, certainly.

« Of course, especially when you expressly ask for them. »

[The listener plants a few soft kisses against Lily's neck, her hand starting to rub and squeeze Lily's breasts, her other hand sliding higher on her thigh. Lily lets out a low moan amidst her slow breathing. The listener continues like this for a moment before bringing her hand up to brush against Lily's vulva, causing Lily's breath to catch.]

« Ehehe. You like that? »

(softly, breathily) Yeah...

« (softly) How much do you want me to tease you? »

Not too much... One of us has to wake up early tomorrow, and we'll still have to get cleaned up and... (giggling) Definitely best not to take too long, hm?

[The listener lightly traces her finger across Lily's vulva, teasingly, causing her to shudder.]

« (playfully, mischievously) Are you sure that's the only reason? »

H-Hm?

« (playfully) Is that the only reason you don't want me to tease you? Or is it that you just can't handle it? »

[The listener teasingly traces her finger across again.]

Haah... If you're looking to get me to admit that I'm making excuses and, rather, getting too horny and desperate to withstand a long bout of teasing... (deep breath, giggling) I reckon there's not much hiding it when you can feel me melted into you, feel just how wet I am...

« (giggling) No, probably not. »

[The listener slowly dips her fingertip into Lily's vagina, tracing a circle around the interior edge of her opening. Lily lets out a slow, pleasured moan, and the listener continues throughout these lines.]

(breathily) Even just your fingertip around... the inside of my labia...

« Mhm? »

(sim.) Mm... It's a known fact that the outer portions of the vagina... generally, or at least often... have higher nerve densities, so...

[The listener firms her touch slightly, eliciting a soft sound of pleasure and/or a slight vocal tremor as Lily finishes her sentence:]

...are we really surprised?

« (playfully) Maybe not. »

[The listener quickens her touch, pressing a bit more firmly, continuing her attention to Lily's breasts and neck as well. After a moment:]

Combine that with... mm... the other known fact that I haven't come for a long while yet either, for obvious reason...

« (giggling) A quickly desperate princess of mine, hm? »

[Lily's line here betrays a bit of her method, with her "princess" lines being constructed at least partially by rendering them into French and then back-translating them. Here, "...je (ne) suis qu'une princesse à toi en manque, avec une _telle patience_ se convenant d'une simple roturière", and her "telle" slips through untranslated in her distraction without her noticing. In better sorts, she'd probably render "with such/what patience as befits..."]

(playful scoff) Part of me wants to take offense to that, and yet... (groans, breathlessly) should it please thee, indeed, I am but a needy princess of thine, with... telle patience befitting a mere common...

« (giggling) And what does my princess want? »

(softly) That her mistress should continue, please...

« (giggling) As you wish. (kiss) »

[The listener continues like this for another moment, eliciting vocal and physical responses from Lily throughout. After a moment, the listener's finger subconsciously dips too deep into Lily as she aims to pleasure her. Lily notices, letting out a moan, and reluctantly stops her.]

(between breaths) Ah, love, that's... too deep, I think...

« Ah, sorry. Just instinct. »

[The listener pulls her finger back to the "correct" depth, continuing to rub firmly.]

(breathlessly) Nn, it was nice, and I hate to stop you, but... (moans) rules are rules...

(deep breath, shaky exhale) And I have every faith that it won't be necessary. I'm close, dear.

« (playfully) That's what I like to hear. »

(almost whining) Please, dear...

[The listener continues pleasuring her, quickening and firming her touches, one hand on her vulva, the other still on her chest. After a moment, she leans down and whispers in Lily's ear whilst reaching her hand toward the vibrator that Lily is holding.]

« May I have that, please? »

[Lily, distracted, takes a moment to process the question.]

Hm? (buffering) Ah, yeah. Here.

[Lily hands over the vibrator. The listener takes it and turns it on, holding it lightly against Lily's breasts. Even with Lily's limited sensitivity on her breasts and nipples, she lets out a soft gasp. The listener continues to rub slowly against her vulva throughout.]

Ah! Uu... even on my nipples, that feels surprisingly good...

« Yeah? »

(sharp exhale) Yeah. I know a place I'd certainly prefer it, but...

« (giggle) Oh, I'm sure. But this is still nice, like this? »

(breathlessly) I mean, considering that I don't generally have any real sensitivity there, yeah, slightly more than usual...

« Ehehe. I'll take that. (falsely innocent) But you say you'd rather it somewhere else? Where would that be? »

(playful scoff) Oh, you know well where.

[The listener begins slowly, slowly trailing the head of the vibrator down Lily's torso, from her breasts to her navel, coming to stop just above her waist, teasingly.]

« Here? »

(deep breath) You're pressing a bit harder, so even on my navel like that, it's kinda nice, vibrating through me... But... lower...

[Careful to avoid Lily's clit due to her rules, the listener slides the head of the vibrator around Lily's vulva, coming to the inside of her thigh, just below her vulva.]

« (playfully) Here? »

(laughing, not acutally upset) No, not my thigh, you fucking tease. Higher. My pussy. You know, where your other fingers are and have been all this time.

[The listener brings the vibrator slightly higher, finally brushing against the bottom of Lily's vulva, eliciting a sudden gasp and moan.]

« (playfully) Here? »

(moans) Th-That's... (a breathless laugh) Y-Yeah, there...

[The listener presses the vibrator slightly more firmly, only slightly higher, careful still to avoid her clit. Lily's body tenses further, arching pleasurably into the pressure, rapidly approaching orgasm. Although Lily could aim to maintain her composure, she allows herself not to.]

(quietly, mostly to herself) You're even... and yet...

« Hm? »

Nn, nothing, just... don't stop, please.

« I won't. »

[Lily's breathing becomes more ragged, sounds of pleasure more frequent and obvious as the listener pushes her closer and closer.]

Good girl... Keep going, please... Please, sweetheart, I'm almost...

Almost... (whimpering) fuck...

« You okay? »

(between breaths) Y-Yeah, just... (moans)

[The listener continues pushing her as before, Lily's ragged breathing and sounds of pleasure continuing, though without words. After a moment, Lily reaches her orgasm, releasing all of her body's tension. The listener pulls the vibrator away (without turning it off yet) but continues slowly rubbing her fingers against her while Lily rides out the orgasm. As Lily comes down, the listener slows her touch and turns off the vibrator.]

« (warmly) How was that? »

(still panting, playfully) I would think you'd have had a front row seat to the answer to that question, but...

[Lily adjusts her position in the chair, sitting up properly and turning to kiss the listener.]

(softly, playfully) ...believe it or not, that was really nice. Maybe even worth the wait throughout your recovery time.

« (warmly) Yeah? »

Ehehe. Would you disagree? (kiss) You seemed to enjoy yourself... on both sides, I reckon.

« (a bit flustered) Yeah, I did. »

(giggling) As. did. I. (kiss) And I think that—for both of us—is the important part, hm?

« Yeah, it is. As long as you had fun... »

Ah, ah. As long as we both had fun. And you've attested that you did, and for one reason or another, I'm inclined to believe you, and I shall attest the same. So, I will call that good enough. (kiss)

« Ehehe, yeah. »

[There's a slight lull in the conversation for a few seconds.]

Your one naughty slip-up notwithstanding, how was your first orgasm post-surgery?

« It was... really, really nice. So much better than before. It felt... "right" in a way, even with the way things are. It was almost an out-of-body experience. Really intense. »

(excitedly) That's what I love to hear. Part of that might just be all of that time with your high libido being pent up, but even discounting that, you seemed more at ease, and it felt like you let yourself go more. (kiss) And you're not even fully recovered yet. That isn't even what your new baseline will be. So that's fun, hm?

« (a bit flustered) Y-Yeah... »

Ehehe. And did I make my point clearly enough for you?

« H-Hm? What point? »

Oh, I think you know exactly what point I was trying to make. Well, on top of the point that I simply want to make you feel good, love. (kiss)

« (a bit embarrassed, timidly) Er, yeah, I guess so. »

Ehehe. Good girl. I know you're a bit stubborn, but I will prove it over and over again, howsoever many times it takes to get it through this head of yours.

[Lily boops her on the nose.]

(playfully) Boop.

« (laughing) Hey! »

So, what do you want to do now? You still good and satisfied or do you want to keep going?

« I don't know. What do you want? »

I know that I can't take any more of being on the receiving end right this second, though I'd be happy to put you back there if you wanted. And it's Friday night, so we've the whole weekend, too, don't we? (kiss) For whatever happens to poke its head through the calendar.

« Ehehe. (kiss) That's true. As I said, I could keep going if it came down to it, but all in all, I think I'm rather satisfied for now. »

Then... (playfully) You know what time it is, sweetheart.

[Lily and the listener have a ritual of taking a shower together after having sex, both to get cleaned up but also to wind down and have a soft, tender, intimate time together that's comforting and lets them take care of each other.]

« (warmly) Shower time? »

(warmly) Yep. Let's go do our usual, hm?

[Lily gets up from the chair, followed quickly by the listener.]

Do you need anything before our shower?

« Uh... no, I don't think so. »

Let me wipe down the chair real quick...

[Lily goes into the kitchen and gets a paper towel, damp with soapy water. When she returns, she wipes down the surface of the chair.]

And...

[Once she's done, she throws the paper towel in the garbage back in the kitchen, then returns to the listener in the living room.]

(kiss, warmly) Lead the way.

[The listener begins walking to the washroom, with Lily close behind. There, they turn on the lights. They live alone, so they leave the door open (and thus don't need to turn on the exhaust fan) .]

After you.

[The listener turns on the faucet, waiting a few seconds with her hand under the tap for the water to warm up before she turns on the shower. Once the water is flowing through the showerhead, she steps into the shower, standing under the water for a moment. A moment later, Lily steps in, joining her and closing the shower curtain to prevent water from going everywhere. The listener stands closer to the shower head.]

(laughing) Girl, that water is way too hot!

« Is it? »

By my rather rough estimations, I reckon it's 47.294 degrees. So, yes, love.

« (giggling) Fine, fine. Sorry. »

[The listener turns around and turns down the temperature slightly. After a moment, the water has cooled to a more reasonable temperature—still "hot", but not as hot.]

Better. We're trying to have our little ritual after-sex shower together, a nice warm, tender thing where we can relax and breathe and check in and all that... (laughing) and none of those things involve being burned alive.

« (giggling) I'm sorry, I'm sorry. »

(giggling) I actually have no idea what the exact temperature was, and I know you love your hot showers—and I do too, just... less hot. (kiss)

I think that, the last time we went to the natatorium and we were winding down in the hot tub... I think the temperature read 38.2? (giggling) And even now that you've turned it down, I'm pretty sure this is still a fair bit warmer than that.

« (laughing, falsely upset) Hey, I said I'm sorry! »

(laughing, sarcastically) And I'm sorry for teasing my girlfriend a little bit. (kiss)

[There's a momentary lull in the conversation before:]

Here, switch with me for a moment so you're not directly under the showerhead and I can start washing you.

« Alright, sure. »

[Lily and the listener switch, such that Lily is now standing under the showerhead, her back to it, and the listener is now standing at the further end of the tub, facing Lily.]

Can you hand me the bottle of shampoo?

[The listener grabs the bottle from the caddie behind her, offering it to Lily.]

« Sure. Here. »

Thanks.

[Lily pours a small amount into her hands, then holds the bottle between her thighs.]

Turn around for me?

[The listener does so, her back now to Lily.]

(slowly, softly) And... just relax, sweetheart...

[Lily lathers the shampoo in her hands, then starts slowly and gently massaging it into the listener's hair and scalp. There's a comfortable lull in the conversation that neither of them feel the need to fill. They're not trying to be fast, but rather slow and tender, but after a fair moment, perhaps 45-60 seconds:]

(softly, slowly) Lean back for a rinse?

[The listener does so, with Lily guiding her head into the water, helping to rinse off the shampoo.]

« This is really nice... I also love it at the hairdressers. »

Yeah! It's my favourite part of going to the hairdresser, honestly. Just leaning back with your hair in one of the little sinks with the warm water and someone cleaning your hair...

« Yeah. »

(giggles) Well, hopefully this is an acceptable stand-in.

« (giggles) Oh, yeah, for sure. This is really nice. »

Good.

[Again, a short comfortable lull.]

(gently) Alright, well, we're going to have to pause for a second so I can put the conditioner in instead.

« (falsely pouting) Ah, fine. »

« (chuckling, playfully) Oh, you'll be okay. You're a big girl. And if you're good, I'll even rinse out the conditioner like this too. »

« (giggling) Okay, okay, I'll be good. »

[Lily kisses the back of the listener's neck.]

(softly) Good girl.

[Lily takes the shampoo bottle from between her thighs and holds it out in front of the listener.]

Here, can I trade you this for the conditioner bottle?

« Yeah, of course. »

[The listener takes the shampoo bottle and hands Lily the conditioner bottle instead. Lily does the same thing as before, rubbing conditioner into the listener's hair and scalp. It's another comfortable lull. They don't rinse the conditioner out yet. Instead:]

And... done with with hair until then.

« Alright. »

[The listener preemptively grabs the body wash and offers it to Lily.]

« Trade? »

Yeah, thanks.

[Lily takes the bottle of body wash and hands the conditioner to the listener, who places it back in the caddy. Lily, as with the shampoo, then pours a small amount of the body wash in her hands and begins to lather it into the listener's shoulders and back. Another comfortable lull throughout. As before, Lily's pace is slow, measured, unrushed.]

(softly) Turn back to face me?

[The listener does so.]

« (warmly) Hi. \^_^ »

(giggling softly) Hi, indeed. (kiss)

Let me get your front side.

[Lily pours a bit more soap into her hands and begins to wash the listener's chest and stomach. Her touch is soft and slow and tender, not erotic. After a moment, she crouches, beginning to wash the listener's butt and legs, then taps the listener on one ankle.]

(gently) Don't fall, but... lift your foot up for me?

[The listener does so, placing her hand against the wall for balance and lifting her foot. Lily washes it as well, then taps the listener's other ankle.]

And the other one?

[The listener shifts to lift her other foot instead, and Lily washes it as well. When she's done, she stands.]

And... turn back around? Let's rinse this conditioner out for you.

« Alright. »

[The listener turns around, her back again to Lily and the water. As with the shampoo, Lily guides her head back, then helps to rinse out the conditioner. Once she's done so, she guides the listener's head back to its normal position, then places her hands on the listener's hips to guide her to turn back around to face her.]

(kiss) All clean, my love. You'll just need to rinse off the rest of you.

« (warmly) Thank you. »

You're very welcome.

« Shall I wash you next? »

(giggling) Yes, please.

« (kiss) Alright then. Switch spots with me. »

[Lily and the listener switch places, with the listener standing under the water. Lily places the body wash back in the caddy and hands the shampoo to the listener.]

Here's the shampoo.

« Thanks. »

[Lily turns around to face the wall, ready for the listener to wash her hair. The listener pours out a small amount of shampoo and begins to wash Lily's hair.]

(contented sigh) Ah, that is really nice...

« Mhm. »

I mean, you well know that I also just will never turn down an opportunity for you to play with my hair, so... (trails off contendedly)

« Ehehe. Well, I love playing with it, so it's a pretty good deal for both of us. »

[Again, a comfortable lull, as the listener's pace is equally relaxed. After a moment:]

« Okay, lean back a bit and we'll rinse this out... »

[Lily leans her head backward into the water, and the listener helps to rinse out the shampoo.]

« There we go. Time for the conditioner. »

Sounds good. I'll trade the shampoo bottle for it.

[Lily takes the bottle of conditioner from the caddy and exchanges it with the shampoo bottle that the listener hands her. The listener pours out a small amount of the conditioner into her hand and gives it back to Lily, who puts it back in the caddy. The listener begins lathering the conditioner into Lily's scalp. After a moment or two, it becomes clear that she didn't pour out enough to cover all of Lily's long and fairly thick hair.]

« Ehehe. I always forget how much conditioner you need. »

(giggling) Did you not pour out enough?

« Nope. May I have the bottle back? »

Ehehe. Of course you may. Here you go.

[Lily hands the bottle back. The listener pours out another small amount into her hand and gives it back to Lily, as before. She continues lathering the conditioner into the tress of Lily's hair.]

(giggling) I'm not sure if it's for shampoo or for conditioner or for both, but there's that adage about using a pea-sized amount or whatever, but it really doesn't work when your hair weighs, like, five hundred peas dry ?

« (laughing) No, it really doesn't. Your hair is so long. »

[Lily's line here is delivered without sarcasm.]

I mean, you say that. It's almost to the small of my back, but you know it's not long enough.

« (chuckles exasperatedly) It's a lot longer than mine. »

Yeah, but you look cute with short hair. And I want mine to be really long. (giggling) Simple as that.

« (sim.) Fair enough, I guess. »

(noticing the listener's tone, playfully pouting) Hmph.

« Anyway, I'm done with the conditioner, so would you please hand me the body wash? »

Yeah, here.

[Lily hands over the bottle of body wash. The listener takes it and pours a small amount into her hand, holds the bottle between her legs, and begins to wash Lily's body, starting with her neck and shoulders just as Lily had. The scene continues in the same way, with the listener progressively washing all of her, though the conversation lulls comfortably throughout. Once she's done:]

« Alright, all done. Let's get that conditioner rinsed out. »

Okay.

[Lily leans back, and the listener helps to rinse all of the conditioner from her hair. They then quickly change places for Lily to rinse the rest of her body.]

Thank you, love.

« (kiss) You're welcome. »

Are we ready to get out now?

« Yeah, I think so. »

Alright.

[Lily turns off the water and the listener draws the shower curtain back, stepping onto the mat.]

(giggling) Oh, I forgot I did laundry last night, so all of the towels are in the closet.

« That's fine. I'll go grab two. »

Ehehe. Conveniently, towels are good at cleaning up water from the floor, too.

« That's also true. »

[The listener goes into the hallway closet to get two towels. In the meantime, Lily wrings the excess water from her hair, stepping from the tub onto the mat. After a moment, the listener returns with two towels, handing one to Lily.]

« There you go. »

Thanks. Let's get you dried off.

[Lily begins drying off the listener, starting by rustling her hair, then working down her body. She sets the towel on the floor.]

And... step.

[The listener steps onto the towel.]

« Thanks. Your turn. »

Sure, thanks.

[The listener does the same, drying off Lily. Once she's done:]

(kiss) Let's go put some cosy pyjamas on, hm?

« Ehehe, yeah. That sounds like a nice plan. »

[Lily and the listener walk to their bedroom, turning off the light in the bathroom and turning on the bedroom light. Outside, it's started to rain lightly, the rain softly audible against the glass. Lily goes to her dresser and pulls out a pair of panties and a pyjama set from a drawer; the listener goes to the closet and pulls out a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt. They both start to get dressed.]

« Ooh, that's cute. »

Ehehe, yeah. I forgot about this pyjama set because it was hiding in a box of miscellaneous stuff that I was going through last weekend when I was looking for something else. I think it was one of those two or three boxes that we'd just shoved the last bit of stuff in when we were packing when we moved in here. I was probably wearing them the night before we moved or something and just assumed a few weeks later that they'd gotten lost in the move.

[Lily and the listener finish getting dressed, and Lily climbs up onto the bed.]

(brightly) But aren't they cute? \^_^

« Yeah. Cute pyjamas for a cute girlfriend. »

(giggling) Aww, come here.

[Lily pats the bed next to her, the listener climbs in next to her, and Lily kisses her.]

They're soft, too. \^_^ (giggling) And on your side, who needs pants when you have a very soft oversized t-shirt. Just as good for hiding those panties for free.

Any ideas for what you want to do now? I was thinking I could ask you to brush my hair while it's still damp and then we could curl up and... maybe read something together? I know there were a couple romance novels you'd recommended to me, and I'm sure we could find something for you.

« Honestly, that sounds perfectly fine with me. That sounds lovely. »

Ehehe. Alright. Then it's a plan. (kiss)

« Perfect. Then let me brush your hair, and we can do that. »

With pleasure.

[The listener grabs Lily's hairbrush from her nightstand and begins brushing out the tangles in Lily's hair while it's still damp. After a moment, once she's finished:]

« And there we go. No more tangles. »

Ehehe, thank you.

Would you like to go pick out a book for me? Probably one of those ones you'd recommended a few weeks ago, but it can be whatever. And for you... do you want to pick something or do you want me to pick something I think you'll like?

« (giggling) No, I have something in mind. »

Oh?

« You'll see. »

Sure, sure. Then I'll stay here and wait with bated breath for whatsoever you bring me... and yourself. (kiss)

« Alright. »

[The listener begins walking to the bedroom door.]

(giggling) The bookshelf is in here, silly.

« (giggling) Yeah, I know. I'll be right back. »

Well, now I'm even more curious.

[The listener returns a moment later, holding an e-reader. She climbs back onto the bed, handing it to Lily.]

« Here. »

Ah, right, ebooks are a thing. I guess I'm the silly one, huh?

« Yep. (kiss) The one I want you to read, I don't have it as a physical book. »

Fair enough. Which one is it?

« I'll show you. But first... »

Hm?

[The listener settles under the covers, legs spread, leaning against the headboard. The listener taps the space between her legs.]

« Come sit. Lean against me. »

Ehehe. More sitting between each other's legs, hm? I'm down.

[Lily settles against the listener, sitting between her legs, and she pulls the covers over their legs.]

Very comfy, indeed, dear.

« You are very comfy, mhm. »

Ehehe. But I can't help but notice that you only brought the e-reader back. The book you want me to read is on here, but what about you?

« I thought we could read it together. »

Ooh, that does sound nice. Like, one of it reads it out loud, or we just read it at the same time?

« Well, if you want to read it aloud, then we can do that. But I was thinking I could just read it over your shoulder with the way you're sitting. »

(giggling) Little spoon reading, then. Yeah, here. Let me shift slightly...

[Lily shifts against the listener such that:]

...is that good and comfortable? You should be able to just rest your hand in my shoulder.

« Yeah, this is comfortable. »

Alright, then.

[Lily pulls her knees up, setting the e-reader against them.]

So, what are we reading, then.

[The listener tells her the title and author. Lily turns on the e-reader and begins to scroll through the books, looking for the right one. Once she's found it:]

This one?

« Yeah. »

Alright. Anything I should know before I read?

« Not really, I don't think? »

Shall we, then?

« Mhm. »

[Lily shifts slightly against the listener, settling in.]

I'm actually not sure which of us is a faster reader. I think it's pretty close. Just let me know when you're done with a page,... (giggling) until we figure out that you're faster... and I'll turn it when we're both done.

« Sounds good. »

[Lily leans her head back and up to kiss the listener.]

Then...

[Lily and the listener begin reading. The rain can still be heard against the window throughout, as well as the occasional swipe of Lily's finger against the screen when she turns the page. This ambience carries on until the audio fades.]