Like a Box of Chocolates... (Bliv/Lani, Slice of Life/Clazz, M)

Her hips bucked harder, grinding against the other woman's hand at the added teasing. Jazz's eyes were already rolled back, her hands moving up to tangle her finger's in the girl's silver hair.

Claire let out a happy coo at the feeling of Jazz's fingers in her hair, leaning down and kissing her as she teased a third finger.

Her hips jolted up wildly at the sudden taunt, a moaning falling forth with ease. Blushing deeply, she hungrily sought the girls' lips, over and over, unwilling to let her go.

Claire was more than happy to kiss and be kissed, holding tight to Jazz as she pressed that third finger in and pressed her fingers up, seeking out the other girl's g-spot.

Experience would tell Claire where she was looking before Jasmine would ever have the time to correct her, so she didn't bother. Instead, she merely claimed the girl's mouth, passion meeting desire as she fought for some sort of control over herself.

Claire hummed heartily into this latest kiss, before pulling away and looking down at Jasmine, smirking at her handiwork. "Mmmm, so pliant~" She cooed. When did she become so confident and vocal?

Jasmine responded in kind with a contradictory growl, meeting the gentle teasings of the other woman with stubborn resistance.

Claire pursed her lips, wagging her free finger. "Tut tut tut." She said, pressing her thumb down on Jasmine's clit just as her fingers rubbed up against her g-spot.

The growl broke into some weird blend of a groan and a scream, not quite at the full pitch of the latter. It was almost primal, though she would surely deny that it happened, later.

Claire grinned at that noise, leaning down and kissing at Jazz's neck as she starting to roughly pump her fingers in and out. After all, it would be cruel to keep her waiting.

The sound continued until it broke into an all-out scream, her hands quickly flying up to muffle the sound as her body bucked wildly. Hell, she almost looked like she was seizing.

Claire pinned her down quickly, pulling her into a kiss and pressing her teeth around Jasmine's bottom lip as she swallowed the moan and the scream. Her fingers were relentless, though, continuing on through the powerful episode without regard for how long it prolonged Jazz's 'torment'.

She came undone almost as easily as she'd begun to moan, but it seemed that such was not about to stop the woman from continuing. Hell, mercy seemed far from the supposed "angel"'s to do list.

Indeed, mercy wasn't even close to her train of thought as she continued to hold tight to Jazz and pump her fingers into her. It took some maneuvering, but eventually Claire managed to stand up with Jazz in her grip, trying to guide her lover to lock her legs and arms around her before she started heading for the stairs. She was going to make this a lot worse for Jazz before it got better~

It was an awkward arrangement, in truth. While Jazz could manage it, the fact remained that she was significantly taller than the other woman. It wouldn't be easy to walk this way.

Claire was huffing lightly by the time they got up the stairs, and back to the bedroom. She tossed Jazz onto the bed, and then made her way to the small box of special toys they kept hidden in their dresser, digging around for which one to use.

Jazz moved herself so that she was against the pillows, silent and relaxed, or relaxing.

Claire finally found their strap on, and took it from the box, leaving the dresser open behind her as she turned and flashed Jazz a smile.

Jasmine raised a brow at her, though she didn't say a word as she watched the woman move.

Claire took a few moments to fix it in place, letting out a soft groan of pleasure as she slipped half of it into herself. She then climbed onto the bed, prowling forward until she was over top of Jasmine, leaning down and stealing a passionate kiss.

Jazz met the passion with her own, fingers finding her hair once more as they resumed their embrace.

Claire wrapped her arms under Jasmine's, holding her close as they kissed. Meanwhile, her lower body moved jerkily, trying to line up the toy without any real guidance.

Part of Jasmine, at the back of her mind, was amused by the fact that Claire was unable to line them up as easily as she would like. However, her overall focus was at the kiss at hand, the embrace they were locked in.

Claire let out a grumble into their kiss, a hand moving from Jazz reluctantly to line up to the toy, the rubbery tip grazing between Jasmine's lower lips as it began to sink forward.

She broke out into a moan against the other woman's mouth, sinking against the bed as she allowed the coming release and pleasure to overtake her.