abraxaslogs | [ september / open ] shattered windows and the sound of drums

[Pancakes?

That...doesn't sound right, but now is really not the time to ask for clarification. Already thoughts of Jaskier or anything else are slipping away under the oh-so-pleasant assault on her senses. The scent of Julie, the taste of her, the feel of her hands.

Nadine lays back easily, still holding Julie. She suddenly wishes she hadn't chosen jeans, the snug fit of them feeling far too tight as her blood heats. She returns the kiss with a growing fervor, lifting herself into it, tipping her head to the side when Julie moves her attentions to her jaw. Her hands run along Julie's back, exploring, tracing the line of her spine downwards to the small of her back. A little noise of pleasure escapes her.

Realizing that wherever this is going, it's likely not stopping at just kissing, Nadine has enough presence of mind to exert a bit of will and shift her underthings into something a little lacier and better cut than her utilitarian cotton set. Beyond that, the idea of more makes her breath quicken and catch.

She wants more.]

[ It is definitely right, and now it makes perfect sense why he doesn't ever use his name even in private. Because he is viscount of pancakes.

They can take him to a Horizon IHOP breakfast sometime.

Julie stretches out over Nadine, one knee planted on either side of her denim-clad thigh. One hand slides up Nadine's torso, cups her breast over her shirt, but then it's like Julie's brain catches up to the rest of her. She doesn't back off, but she stills somewhat, her breath hitched as she mumbles against the side of Nadine's neck. ]

Are you -- we can stop. I -- Sorry. I get really turned on when I smoke a lot. I should've asked you.

[Lost in the sensation and ever growing feelings of arousal, it takes a moment for Nadine to parse what Julie's saying. She's too focused on the mouth against her neck and the hand on her breast, skin warming at the touches. Her body moves into the touch, pressing the modest swell of her breast into Julie's palm and letting out another little sigh of pleasure.]

Mmm? Oh, no, don't apologize.

[There's nothing apologize for at all. It all feels good and comfortable and the idea of stopping isn't an enticing one. Her skin is buzzing with an electric need for more, for Julie's hands to keep doing exactly what they're doing and thensome. Her own fingers trace patterns on the small of Julie's back, finding that narrow space of bare flesh between top and skirt.

Her skin is so very soft.]

When I said it seemed like a good idea to have some experience before jumping into bed with you and Jaskier, I didn't mean just kissing. I'm pretty solid on kissing. And I don't know if it's the weed or you but...I really don't want to stop. If that's okay?

Okay. I just —- [ She stops. She just wanted to make sure it was Nadine’s choice. Julie is aware that most of Nadine’s choices have been made for her in life, and she doesn’t want to perpetuate that. But Nadine’s given the all-clear and that’s all Julie wanted. ] I just wanted to check.

[ Mouth open and eyes dark, Julie kisses Nadine again, all tongue and neediness. Sparks fly up her spine from the base under Nadine’s fingertips, like static shocks. She kneads the breast in her hand, first over her shirt, then under, where Nadine’s skin is hot and smooth.

(To Nadine’s credit, Julie takes note that she is wearing nice underwear. Good job. Julie’s only undergarment consists of the thinnest thong imaginable, so she’s impressed.) ]

No, I appreciate it. Don't worry...I want this. I want you.

[There's nothing but a raw honesty in Nadine's voice. Despite the haze of drugs and drink, she's certain of this. She wants Julie, wants to chase this feeling and discover what it could be like between them in bed.

Or on the couch, as the case happened to be.

Her hand creeps up beneath the hem of Julie's top, questing fingers finding nothing but the smooth skin of her back. Her other toys with the strap of a sleeve at Julie's shoulder, running beneath it to appreciate the polished curve of her shoulder. But then her hands are retreating as she scoots up just a little with a murmured 'here', wriggling and reaching for the hem of her own loose t-shirt to lift it over her head. She's feeling overdressed compared to Julie's cute club top and short skirt.

Besides. She finds she wants less and less barriers between the two of them. Her skin is hot and her nipples hard from Julie's attentions, pressing persistently against the lace of her bra.

While Julie has never seen her naked in this particular context, it's not like she hasn't been undressed in front of her. There's no flare of embarrassment as she tosses her shirt aside with a light little laugh of delight.]

[ Don't worry Nadine, you're not the first person Julie has fucked on this couch. Not by a long shot. She's actually hesitant to switch it out for a different one, just in case that breaks the lucky streak.

Julie uses the quick pause to sit up and peel off her own top at the same time, throwing it to the floor like it's annoyed her. She's not someone who ever really feels any sheepishness when she's naked, no matter the context, so she only immediately leans back down to press her lips to the flat of Nadine's sternum. Kissing back up to her mouth, Julie circles her thumb over Nadine's nipple, letting the bra stay between them for the moment, then clutches at her face again, supporting herself on her other arm.

Absently, she grinds down against Nadine's thigh. Julie isn't really thinking right now, but there is some vague awareness that she doesn't want Nadine to feel like she's just being lead around on a leash, without any say in the situation. It's not immediately clear to Julie just how much control Nadine wants for herself -- it makes sense to Julie for it to be all the control, none of it, or somewhere in between. Some people want to simply be guided through their first experience with something, and some want to be the one to take every step on their own. Julie wants Nadine to make those calls for herself, but if she needs it, Julie can lead the way too. ]

You can tell me what you want. [ It's a thick, hushed whisper between kisses. ] You're callin' the shots, angel.

Uh....

[Nadine is never very good at articulating specific wants. Particularly in bed. And at the moment she's pleasantly overwhelmed by everything - Julie, her own arousal, the warm muddling of her mind. None of it is very conducive to thinking. What does she even want? To feel good. To make Julie feel good, too. To ride this building wave of pleasure until it crashed.

But none of that is terribly helpful or directive. And her mind keeps drifting, distracted by the feel of Julie's skin under her palms as she slides them up the other woman's sides to brush her fingers against her breasts. The female form is no mystery to her, she's no stranger to self-exploration, but it's different to touch someone else like this. There's a curiosity to her touch as well as a hunger. Her hands cup Julie's breasts very gently at first, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. She really has great breasts, a fact that has never been lost on Nadine. Even if she's never taken quite so personal an interest them in before.

But a memory does return to her. It's not the first time, but she's never truly examined it as deeply as she should have. It had been so long ago, she and Julie had barely known each other. They'd barely liked each other. Most of that was left in the past where Nadine feels it belongs, but...

The flush on her cheeks deepens and she almost doesn't say anything. If there's one thing she knows about Julie, it's that she's not exactly about to judge her.]

Okay...this might sound a little weird but...when we get there, could you....could you rip my panties off?

[ Nadine will have to forgive that her response actually garners a bit of a pause, a confused blink. Julie really isn't sure why she expected anything else -- the questioning nature, the obvious sheepishness. It's Nadine. It's been years since Julie has been with anyone else so limited in experience, so she kind of expected the same easy playfulness.

It's fine. That's her bad. Julie rises just a little, her face incredibly close to Nadine's, to peer down into Nadine's eyes with a slight smirk. ]

Honey, we're gonna work on your dirty talk. Jaskier has failed you. But yes, I can do that.

[ She can probably feel the seams of her undergarments loosen as Julie mentally scores them. Julie is many things, but particularly strong is not one of them, and she doesn't want to make things any less smooth for Nadine.

Raising further up, Julie balances on her knees and lifts her hand from the bed. Technically, she could also do this with her third hand, but there's nothing that she loves more than a little flash. Looking down at Nadine, her hair falls in pink curtains on either side. Grip tightening just a little around Nadine's face, she grabs the narrow part of her bra, between the cups, and yanks it as she can -- it more or less splits in two, half of the cloth trapped under Nadine's back.

She puts her forehead to Nadine's, her voice lowers. ] Like that?

Hey, I can do dirty talk! Just...usually on request.

[It's not something she generally just thinks to do, but Nadine should have realized that Julie would appreciate it. It's one of those things that while she normally avoids vulgar language, it's different in bed. The context changes it, making it something exciting and fun.

Her hands settle as Julie shifts, just watching her. She really is beautiful, and the color she's chosen for her hair suits her. Particularly as it tumbles over her shoulders and around her face. When Julie reaches for her bra her breath catches and she goes very still. As the other woman tugs hard and her bra comes apart like paper she gasps and feels a jolt right to the core of her and spreading between her legs.

It was more arousing than she'd imagined.

She reaches up to tangle her fingers in Julie's hair, holding the back of her head firmly. The gaze that meets Julie's is darkened with lust.]

Just like that.

[ When Nadine grabs at her scalp, Julie gasps sharply and kisses her hard, licking into her mouth forcefully. Throwing the torn fabric in her hand off to the side, Julie roughly fondles her breast, her hips rocking insistently against Nadine. She pulls back after a moment to take a breath, looking down at Nadine's rosy cheeks and swollen lips, how the blue of her eyes seem to have changed hue to look so dark. ]

I'm gonna make you scream. [ An offhand mutter as Julie's head ducks, her mouth crashing down over Nadine's breast. Her invisible hand rolls and pinches the opposite nipple as she sucks, eyes closed. The fingers of her free hand brush over the belt loops on Nadine's hip before she gently bites and then lifts her head. ] Off.

[ By now, her skirt is rucked up around her waist. The wyvern tooth she never takes off dangles from the chain around her neck, hits Nadine's skin as she nips across her chest. ]

[Even in her current fog of pleasure, Nadine is quick to comply. Though she'd just as much like to be using her hands to explore all of Julie's newly exposed skin. Soon. She's panting heavily as she fumbles with her pants, wriggling out of them awkwardly as she strives to maintain as much contact with the other woman as possible.

And there's so much contact. It hadn't even occurred to her, Julie's third hand. A shudder of excitement goes through her. The possibilities...and she's certain she could only imagine a fraction of them. Why had it taken her so long to do this? To even think of it? Maybe it was just that she sees Julie every day, is so used to thinking of her as a friend - closest friend, but still. Maybe she just hadn't been ready.

Whatever nerves she'd felt at the start have melted away entirely. Now she is most certainly ready, heated and breathless under Julie's attentions. All she can think about is how good this feels, how pretty Julie is, how beautiful a body she has. Each curve and line is seen in an entirely new light, each shadow and highlight. The fall of her hair, the soft flex of her muscles, how enticing the scent of her is.

There's no trace of shame or embarrassment as she toes off her pants the last bit of the way, stretched out under Julie in just her lacey white panties - already wet with arousal.]

[ Julie can't say she's never thought of it, but then again, she's thought about having sex with the vast majority of people she meets at least once or twice. Nadine is no exception, but there were enough factors at play that she never gave it more than a passing thought in general.

Granted, there had been a recent passing thought, after Julie thought about it and realized she hadn't even had a threesome with another woman in over a year. But that's not shit to pull with your live-in best friend who is notoriously prudish, so she never bothered to dwell.

She uses the moment that Nadine takes to lift her hips as an opportunity to straighten up slightly and tug her skirt off the wrong way, over her head. Her thong is pink and probably only qualifies as underwear in the absolute most technical way -- it's little more than a crystal-embellished v of lace, held in place by a few bits of ribbon. Her skirt joins the rest of their clothes on the floor as she sprawls back over Nadine, bodies pressed together.

As she claims Nadine's mouth again, Julie sighs, reveling in how soft Nadine is in general. Geralt is all broad, solid muscle, with none of the velvety cushioning that women have by virtue of evolution. A little bit of give is a nice contrast. Her third hand continues to massage Nadine's breast, and the hand she doesn't have weight on drags down Nadine's side, runs along the outside of her thigh. ]

[Hands now freed of their task, Nadine wastes no time in exploring Julie's body. She reaches for the other woman's thighs, following the backs of them to her barely covered buttocks. If she'd known Julie's thoughts, she'd agree. There was something particularly pleasing about the softness of another woman, the subtle inherent differences in anatomy. Her hands drift further upwards, playing over the small fastenings of Julie's miniscule undergarment and tracing the lines of her hips.

The Horizon offers a number of freedoms. Included is the freedom from neighbors, from sharing close quarters, from thin walls. Nadine makes no attempt to be quiet, rather she urges Julie on with soft sounds of desire and little gasps of 'yes' and 'more' when her mouth is free to do so. Her fingers continue to explore Julie's body, following the edge of the ribbon at her hips downwards and back up, teasingly. They slip beneath the narrow bit of fabric, tugging at it gently.]

I want to touch you.

[No coyness or hesitation. Only an earnest wanting and expression of open lust. As much as she wants the other woman's hands on her, all over her, she wants the reverse as badly. She knows when she reaches between Julie's legs she'll find her slick and wet and the thought excites her. Both the idea of exploring her so intimately and the idea that she did this, turned Julie on and brought her to this state.

And she wants to see just how much more she can make Julie feel.]

[ Julie can't help but chuckle at the forwardness, like she finds it cute. She does, sort of -- the part of her that wants to protect Nadine keeps expecting to be the one running the show, which she doesn't mind at all. But she really wants Nadine to feel like she's holding the reins, so she stops sucking at the spot on Nadine's neck where she can feel the other woman's heartbeat and shifts backward off of her.

She sits on the sofa facing Nadine, her feet pressing into the cushion when she lifts her hips and wriggles out of her panties. Leaning forward, she reaches for Nadine's hands to pull her over. ]

C'mere. [ Legs falling open, Julie cranes her neck to kiss Nadine along the way, until she's resting against the arm of the sofa. As she operates at a higher baseline of arousal than most people, she is, in fact, soaking wet and flushed pink. Her pupils are blown out and shiny as she watches Nadine, her eyelids low. ]

[Eagerly, Nadine follows Julie's lead, watching as she slips out of the last bit of clothing left to her. Nadine's still wearing her lacy little bottoms, but those can be dealt with later. She's much more interested in Julie at the moment, and the sensuality of watching her discard the final bit of fabric covering her. Not that it was covering much. She makes no show to hide how she watches, one hand coming to run along the outside of Julie's thigh, averting her eyes only when the other woman catches her mouth in another kiss.

As she moves to hungrily press her mouth along Julie's neck, Nadine's hand continues its journey. Over the curve of her thigh to her inner leg, already able to feel the heat of her. There's only a moment of hesitation, born of anticipation rather than intimidation, before her fingertips reach for Julie's flushed, slick folds. This, at least, she's familiar with. To an extent. She may have been a virgin until close to middle age, and she may be on the repressed side, but she's spent more than a few nights tending to her own needs. It's different, though, with someone else. She doesn't know just what Julie likes, how she prefers to be touched, where to pay the most attention to drive her wild. It's a whole new exploration, a game of discovery.

And she can't imagine Julie will be shy in letting her know just what works for her and what doesn't.]

[ Eyes closing, Julie lets her head fall back with a heavy, satisfied sigh. She combs her fingers through Nadine's hair as her hips roll lazily against Nadine's fingertips, then covers Nadine's hand with her third hand. There's an irony in the fact that Julie actually rarely uses her third hand when she touches herself; it's simply not something she's accustomed to, so, out of habit, she doesn't really. But now, she uses it to provide invisible guidance, teaching Nadine where to stroke and where to circle, how much pressure and speed.

Her chest heaves as tension begins to languidly build through her body. Heat wraps around the base of her spine and coils. Julie raises her head slightly, pulls at Nadine until she looks up, their faces barely a hair apart. Julie's eyelashes flutter low, and she can really only focus on Nadine's mouth, breathing hard against her lips, and she murmurs. ]

You're so good at it, angel.

[ She closes the distance between them, clutching at Nadine's face, and moans into her mouth as her third hand slides two of Nadine's fingers inside of herself, curves them up. Her thoughts skip like a record -- between them, it's actually three fingers and while it's not too much, it's still a lot. Her hips press down into Nadine's palm, which Julie holds tightly to her body. ]

[Julie's guidance is welcome, and Nadine finds it easy to let the invisible hand steer her own movements. There's no fumbling or attention paid where it wouldn't do the most good. And without needing to think about it she's able to simply be in the moment and marvel at the feel of another woman, how slick and eager Julie is, how her body reacts to each little touch. It's all so different than what she's used to.

But god it's good. All of it's good. The feel of Julie around her, the sounds she makes, the scent of her, the heat of them both... The assault on Nadine's senses is heady and she can only mumble something soft and nonsensical as Julie's mouth claims her own once more. Anything else is forgotten, all other thoughts pushed from her mind as her blood races and her heart pounds and her loins pulse and ache in anticipation. Her skin feels like its on fire, every nerve awake with yearning.

It's only compounded by Julie's pleasure. Each moan, each little cry, each tightening around Nadine's fingers sends a little charge through her. There's something about knowing so intimately the exact sort of pleasure the other woman is feeling, and knowing what she's pushing her towards.

Much as her own body is desperate for a release, in the moment all she wants is to make Julie climax.]

[ At some point, right around the time she loses her ability to keep her back straight up, Julie's hand falls away from Nadine's, from herself. She's already reached the point where basically the only thing Nadine could possibly do wrong is stop. And Julie's never had been someone who requires a lot of painstaking effort to get off anyway; as long as she's not being painfully poked, she's pretty easy.

Her head drops back to the arm of the sofa, her eyes closed, and a low, quiet noise escapes from somewhere near the bottom of her chest. Her hips rock eagerly against Nadine's palm, and the sound of her own blood rushing fills her ears. The fire inside her belly blazes, races between her hips and along her spine.

For a moment, she bites her lip and teeters along the cliff's edge, thighs quivering. Then her spine arches hard enough to hurt a little as she falls over, comes apart, Nadine's name coming out of her mouth broken and stuttering. Ecstasy rushes through her veins, wipes her mind blank even with her body still convulsing.

With a loud gasp, she makes a weak, sobbing noise, still strung out enough on pleasure to not be able to speak. ]

[Stopping is the last thing on Nadine's mind. She has the rhythm of it, anyway, Julie's magical guidance isn't needed. The responses of her body are the only guide she needs now.

How easy it is, to embrace something so novel and beyond her realms of experience. Despite some vague thoughts she's never imagined herself in a position like this. But it feels so normal and natural, and beyond that incredible, to find pleasure in another woman's body.

And her efforts are well rewarded. She doesn't stop or slow as Julie's body begins to tremble under her attentions. Or when Julie's body bows beneath her in pleasure, the clear indications of imminent orgasm spurring her on. Her own breathing quickens, anticipation building. In the heat of this moment, even her own aching desire is forgotten, fading into the background of her senses. All of her attention is focused on Julie.

It's only when the other woman is shaking with aftershocks that Nadine withdraws her hand, lips parted and face hot with lust - and a touch of satisfied pride.]

[ It takes her a minute to stop shivering, to catch her breath. Her heart, fluttering like a hummingbird's, gradually slows, and the thin sheen of perspiration on her neck, behind her ears and knees, cools down on her skin. She blinks up at the glittering crystals of the chandelier over the sofa before she takes a breath and sits back up.

Her arms and legs are still filled with the lingering prickle of static, and the fog of endorphins makes her vision gauzy. She reaches for Nadine without a word, only big eyes made dark from her blown out pupils. Her fingers tangle in Nadine's hair as she leans in, presses her open mouth to Nadine's again and sighs.

For as surprised as Julie had been to even hear Nadine suggest interest, the whole thing feels shockingly comfortable, almost lived-in. And maybe it's just that they are the only two people left in all the universe who can truly understand each other, like the final two candles left flickering on a candelabra after a gust of wind. As much as they can find other candles, they won't have been lit at the same time, with the same match. It's just the two of them.

She takes Nadine's hand and holds it, brings it to her lips and sucks the taste of herself off Nadine's fingers before she kisses her again, lacing their fingers together. What are usually long nails have silently shortened themselves on Julie's hands, though they do retain pretty pink nail art, glitter and swirls enclosed in gel. ]

[Nadine returns the kiss just as hungrily as before, her own need insistently making itself known now that she's brought Julie to the peak of pleasure. Watching her in the aftermath, the look in her eyes, the eroticism of her actions...that alone stirred her arousal more than every romance novel she'd ever read combined.

And there's a certain sort of anticipation that's building. Julie knows exactly what she's doing. And while the same can be said of Nadine's regular lover, there's something different about being in the hands of another woman. This woman in particular. The thought of it has little muscles in her thighs twitching and flexing.

After a moment she pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily. God, Julie really is gorgeous. Particularly like this, flushed and tousled from sex.

Here and now, she can't believe she's never really looked at the other woman this way before.]

[ Nadine pulls back and Julie squeezes her hand, leaning forward and changing the angle they're at on the sofa. Her connection with the Horizon ever working on autopilot, it never seems too narrow or short, and while it's not as spacious as a bed, it's damn near close. Her hand slips from Nadine's hair and splays over her sternum, pressing her down to the cushion, and Julie crawls atop her, kissing along her jaw and neck.

Her knees pressing into the cushions of the couch, Julie doesn't move with any real urgency or any of the aggression she might normally show in bed. That's not what she's aiming for at the moment; beyond her desire to not overwhelm Nadine (in the bad way), she has always found it more enjoyable to just sort of bask in the moment with other women. With men, all that rawness and animal intensity seems more important. A need, rather than a want. Julie wants Nadine, soft and easy and warm. Maybe if they ever have a big fight again, then they can push each other around and tear at each other, but not now.

Letting go of her hand and hair, Julie gently pushes Nadine's thighs open, kneels between them. She kisses down her neck, between her breasts, and grazes her teeth over Nadine's navel. Still holding one leg, Julie sweeps her hair to one side as she looks up toward Nadine's face for a moment before she lowers herself and presses her mouth to the lace that still covers her. Her hand spreads over Nadine's stomach, holding her in place as she slowly runs her tongue along the fabric. ]

[Under other circumstances, Nadine would marvel at how effortlessly Julie is able to shift and control her domain. But she barely even notices at the moment, all her focus is on the other woman. She wets her lips in anticipation as Julie moves down her body, adjusting her own position without much thought. Her breath is quick and eager and she flexes her fingers into the upholstery beneath her.

It's not how she expected. Not that she'd had concrete expectations, but she always thought of intoxicated, spontaneous hookups as relatively frenzied and pleasantly clumsy things. Nothing like this at all. Even with the drink and weed in her system, Nadine feels comfortable and perfectly at ease with everything she's doing, and everything Julie's doing. There's no fumbling or disconnect, no having to shift and turn and awkwardly figure out how to move together.

Later, she'll wonder on what all of that means, but for now she's gasping and throwing her head back and spreading her thighs wider at the touch of Julie's tongue against the saddle of her already wet underwear.]

[ The truth is that even Julie is not exactly aware of the extent to which her domain caters to her. Much of it is subconscious, changes she doesn't even think about, like her very brain is linked to the Horizon, and maybe that's where it comes from; Julie doesn't want the experience marred with wasted clumsiness, and so her own level of intoxication shifts to compensate. Without ever trying, she designs her own highs in the Horizon -- she forgets what she wants to, selects her own ups and downs based on where her mind is. It's all just background noise, constantly going, gears spinning unseen inside a clock.

She also, in general, just has a much higher tolerance than Nadine. Julie does lines and then lays out intricate threesomes with lingerie and toys, which she then deftly manipulates her way out of before doing more lines. Basic balance and coordination are well within her range.

Sighing, Julie lets her eyes fall closed as her tongue traces the lines of Nadine's body through her panties. Her hand slides up Nadine's thigh to clutch at her hip for a moment, squeezing tightly before she twists her fingers around the strip of lace there and pulls. The lace tears easily (if only because Julie had previously loosened the seams with the Horizon's magic), and she moves her head for a beat to pull the remaining shreds of cloth away. Once she's tossed it all to the floor, she casts her gaze back up at Nadine and delves between her thighs in earnest, nails pressing into her skin. ]

[Nadine never thinks of all the things that can be finitely controlled here in the Horizon. It's never occurred to her that she could control things like the effects of alcohol and drugs. But being high feels like she remembers being high feels like, and doesn't question it. Certainly not now, where it's only enhancing this very pleasant experience.

Not enough that Nadine thinks the substances are the only reason this is happening. She knows she'd want this the same completely sober, only she'd likely have been much more awkward and cautious at the start. It only adds another layer to it all, takes it to a different level.

A low moan escapes her as Julie deals with the last remaining bits of lace and ribbon that cover her. Her breath is quick and sharp and she catches her lower lip between her teeth as Julie meets her eyes for a brief moment. That building anticipation swells and her toes curl and a fresh bloom of heat floods her core.

Then her own eyes close in pleasure and she finds herself gripping at anything she can wrap her fingers around as Julie goes to work on her, making no effort to stifle her cries of pleasure.]

[ september / open ] shattered windows and the sound of drums

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