Author's Note

First Clop chapter for GTVS

Here's what happened during the ellipse in the Fiddling Violin Chapter of GTVS. If you want to find out how they got there, I recommend reading GTVS first. If you're here for the NSFW scenes only, then you might not fully understand all the back story, but I hope you'll find your fill anyway.

Quick Reminder about the Characters:

Fiddlesticks and Symphony (known in GTVS as Fiona Buckner-Smith, and Viola Krauss)

PS: Edited By GWG and G3K0771

First extra: Fiddling Violins at night

All around them was nothing but a blur: The raging basses coming from the black-haired DJ, the stroboscopic lights that scanned the whole dancing crowd in the ManeHatOn, the gawking boys close by and their angry dates, their friends they had seen from the corner of the eye relaxing in a booth at the right side of the club. None of all that was clear in Viola and Fiona's eyes, and it didn’t bother either of them as they were completely entranced by each other.

Viola’s dark brown curls bounced at each sway of her body to the rhythm of the music. Or it would do so if Fiona hadn’t entwined her right fingers in it while she was dancing with its owner, while the other was on her loin, pulling the brunette closer than she already was. Viola, for her part, had both her arms around Fiona's neck and foulard and was busy doing what she had been doing for the last twenty or thirty minutes: kissing her partner with all the passion she could muster, pressing their bosoms together while they both grinded them up and down.

The constant friction between them hadn’t been much help in calming the ardent passion that had taken control of them when Fiona had softly pressed their lips together not half an hour ago. Viola felt intoxicated by it and the still functioning part of her mind rationed that Fiona was certainly in a similar case, but that didn’t make her want to stop.

A soft, yet strong yank of her hair broke the kiss and made her head go backwards a bit, exposing her pristine neck just long enough for Fiona to start sucking on it with passion. Her nails dug into her paramour’s shirt as she let out a high pitched moan that was drowned out by the blaring music around them. That small functioning part of her mind had just been shut down and it wouldn’t be long before her body would follow suit. It had only needed Fiona's left hand groping her right buttcheek.

Their owner completely out of breath by now, Viola’s legs gave up on her and her head fell on Fiona's shoulder. The hat wearing violinist had been startled by her partner’s sudden fall, but she didn’t let go of her at any moment. She looked at Viola’s face, noticing through the multicolored lights of the club how red her usually white cheeks were as she panted heavily against her shoulder.

“Let’s get down from this thin’,” Fiona suggested slowly after caressing Viola’s cheek. “Ya and Ah need some fresh air.”

Viola barely managed to nod in response while Fiona grabbed the brunette’s purse that had fallen between them during their heated dance and make out session. Fiona helped her partner back on her feet before she jumped down the six foot tall podium with the grace of a cat. Then she turned around and extended her arms up, signaling Viola that she would catch her.

The brunette let herself fall delicately in the awaiting arms of her dark-haired classmate, immediately finding her head landing once again on one of her shoulders. Fiona smiled softly, kissed Viola’s forehead and the two of them made their way for the exit, ignoring the many cat calls whistled at them by the nearby men. One even walked up to them to suggest to join him for the rest of the night. The four ice cold, blue eyes of the two girls glaring at him were more than enough to make him back off.

They walked out of the club, noticing that the line hadn’t diminished at all since they had walked in earlier. The bouncer that knew Diana’s mom gave them a brief glance before returning to his job and leaving the two high schoolers in peace after Fiona saluted with two of her fingers in his direction. They walked away from the line in silence, enjoying the cool air of this November night.

Her face recovering its usual, pale complexion little by little, Viola snuggled against Fiona who passed a protective arm around the dress-wearing violinist in response. While her body temperature was returning to more normal levels, Viola’s heartbeat didn’t slow down and her mind remained trapped by the burning passion that had taken control of it. She wanted one thing at that moment, and it was the woman with a green shirt and denim mini-shorts that held her close.

“F...Fiona…” she called softly, looking deep into Fiona's sky blue eyes.

“Yes?” Fiona replied in a whisper.

“...Let’s go some place else…” Viola demanded in a needy voice. “Not your flat… The others will be there at some point… Somewhere where there will be just you and me…” She swallowed her spit and breathed loudly, feeling her body burning up again. “... Just you...me…and…and a bed!”

There was a brief silence that followed Viola’s plea, a silence during which Fiona's face was unreadable. It was the worst moment of the day for Viola. During that short silence, questions popped in her head. Questions she feared one of the two possible answers: Was it too forward? Would this sudden passion between them burnout right now? Would this mark the end of their night? Would whatever they had was supposed to last just for tonight? Viola had never thought she would ever be hoping for no as an answer to all those questions when they concerned the violinist before her.

But when Fiona grabbed her chin and delicately pressed her lips against hers, Viola knew that the answer to those questions was indeed a no.

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Fiona had lead them to a small motel close to five minutes away from her apartment complex. It was the same motel in which her parents stayed whenever they came to visit her. It was clean, comfortable and had many rooms available at this time of the year, even around midnight. After booking the room 124 to a receptionist who looked like he wanted nothing more than to sleep in his own bed, Fiona and Viola ran to their door, ignoring the open pool and the few other clients they encountered on the way, walked in and locked the door behind them.

As soon as she heard the lock in place, Viola jumped into Fiona's arms, locking her lips with hers with an even greater passion than before. She hadn’t known until now that it was actually possible. The cowgirl replied in kind, lifting her paramour by grabbing both her buttcheeks. They had stopped thinking the moment they passed the threshold, letting their ardent passion once again take the lead of their bodies.

Fiona carried Viola to the double bed situated in the center of the room before lying her down and climbing on top of her, their lips nearly glued together while their tongues swirled around each other with vigor. Both let out long moans of pleasure with their eyes closed, while Viola let her hands wander over Fiona's figure.

Her pristine hands explored the surface of the tanned, uncovered navel with circular motions, sending shivers of pleasure through Fiona's spine. When Fiona broke the kiss to breathe, Viola smirked and pushed her hands under the tight green shirt, feeling the more chiseled ribs under her fingertips before she felt a softer fabric in contact with her paramour’s skin. Her triumphant smirk widened softly.

“I wasn’t expecting a lace bra,” Viola purred softly as Fiona squirmed under the violinist’s digits’ exploration of her piece of underwear and what it was holding.

Fiona didn’t acknowledge the remark at all. She was too busy enjoying the massage Viola had started on her breasts to do so. She remained on her four above Viola and her wandering hands, grabbing the sheets with strength and panting loudly. When her fingers bumped into a small bump on Fiona's left breast, she immediately started to apply a bit of pressure on it, causing Fiona's arms to give up on her.

Fiona's head fell on the bed right next to Viola’s, causing her astoundingly long, dark hair to fall in a mess around it and her hat to roll on the mattress until it fell from the bed. Such fall had caused Viola to be suddenly blinded by the hair of her paramour. While her nose was assaulted by the strong smell of orange flowers, the scent of the shampoo Fiona used, Viola withdrew her hands from under Fiona's shirt and pushed the black hair out of her face. She then brushed it all to the other side of Fiona's head, slowly but surely unveiling the panting face buried into the dark red bed sheets.

“Where… Where did ya learn how to do that?” Fiona asked through her heavy breathings. “That thing on ma chest…”

“Well, sometimes I felt the need for a longer shower and I … explored the possibilities,” Viola coquettishly replied with a small blush and Fiona who didn’t miss the implication blushed as well. “Didn’t you ever do the same?”

“Ah guess…” Fiona replied by lying down next to Viola’s body.

They remained like that for a few seconds before Viola managed to take off her high heel shoes while Fiona kicked her boots off. Their eyes didn’t leave each other while they were taking off the needless things they had on: Their wristwatches, Viola’s earrings and necklace, Fiona's wallet and phone she kept in her shorts front pockets.

As soon as Fiona's phone was on the nightstand, Viola passed her leg above her stomach and straddled the hatless cowgirl’s waist. They stared at each other in silence, both knowing and wanting what would normally follow, but not daring to make a move first. That short pause had made them aware that they were standing at the point of no-return. Nothing will ever be like it was before if they decided to cross it.

It was at that moment that they both started to think to what it was like before today, before they cried in each other’s arms: the bitterness, the anger, the frustration, the sarcasms… Before wasn’t that attractive now that they thought about it.

Fiona was the first to act. She brought a lightly tanned hand to Viola’s pristine left cheek, gently rubbing it with her thumb while her other caressed the leggings-clad leg of the girl straddling her. Viola breathed out softly and started to nuzzle her paramour’s hand, delicately pecking it every now and then. While doing so, she brought her own hands back to the bottom of Fiona's shirt.

With extreme dedication and precision, Viola slowly unbuttoned Fiona's flannel shirt, parting it open after each button while still absently nuzzling Fiona's hand. Once the last button was open, her gaze focused itself on the red, lacy bra that had been revealed to her, noticing the small bud that poked under the carmine fabric on top of each mound. After a few seconds of staring at it, Viola also noticed it heaved up and down more intensively than before.

“You’re pretty in red, Fiona,” Viola whispered as Fiona's hands were drawn down to the bed. “Very pretty,” she added softly as Fiona sat up to let Viola take her shirt off.

The lace-clad chest met the dressed one as Fiona captured Viola’s lips into a kiss. Unlike their previous kisses, it wasn’t driven by a sudden passion or by lust. It was gentle, reassuring, comforting... It was at that moment that Viola could place a name on what she felt for Fiona at that moment, on what she had felt through all the years she had known her but that she had hidden under the appearance of hatred and jealousy, on what she had been feeling ever since that fourteen year-old with an orange foulard around her neck had played her old family violin before her new class at Celestia’s Royal Academy of Canterlot.

Once her shirt had slided down her arms and laid on top of the mattress, Fiona pulled her hands out of the sleeves and pushed it aside before breaking the kiss, seeing Viola kiss the air in attempt to catch the fleeing lips once again. Viola opened her eyes and stared at Fiona's sky blue irises.

“Fiona… I… I…”

“Shhhhhh,” Fiona interrupted her softly, bringing one finger on top of Viola’s mouth. “We ain’t really the best when it comes to words… So let’s not say anything for now…”

“Hum-hum!” Viola slowly nodded in response before leaning forward to kiss the half-naked girl again.

The fact that Viola didn’t correct her ain’t was not lost to Fiona who softly smiled into the kiss. The Southerner’s hands caressed Viola’s body before they found the zipper of her dress behind her back while the still dressed violinist hands found the knot on Fiona's scarf, foulard. The knot came undone faster than the zipper which got stuck because of a badly situated fold. When Viola pulled the orange fabric away, it rubbed against the right side of Fiona's neck, making her wince in pain. Viola immediately stopped pulling when she noticed it.

The moment was a bit broken between the two before their eyes met. Viola could see the worry and the pain in the sky blue eyes while their owner spotted incomprehension and the fear to have hurt her by accident in Viola’s sea colored eyes. Fiona looked away with a small tear in her eye before Viola’s hand forced her to look back at her. She planted a small, reassuring kiss on her lips and leaned against her forehead.

“It’s not just an accessory, is it ?” Viola whispered gently to her paramour.

Fiona sniffed quietly. “No… It hides somethin’... Somethin’ Ah don’t like people to see…”

“.... May I?” Viola grabbed one end of the orange piece of neckwear.

“..... Ya won’t leave if Ah let ya?”

“I won’t leave!”

The firmness in the affirmation was enough to convince Fiona. Shakingly, she nodded two times. Viola delicately unwrapped the foulard, making sure to not pull it against Fiona's skin once again, until it was just hanging on the right side of Fiona's neck and her shoulder. Fiona closed her eyes and tensed greatly when the fabric was lifted off her bare skin.

Viola blinked a couple of times in surprise while her lips slightly parted from one another. Fiona's naturally tanned skin stopped around a large white, burn scar that took nearly the whole right side of her neck. Without realizing, she brought her fingers forward to touch the old wound, only to have Fiona whimper when she felt fingertips at the limit between her skin and her scar.

Not daring to look, Fiona felt the fingers being pulled away as well as Viola’s body leaving her thighs. She heard the mattress cringe under the weight of someone leaving it and felt like crying, as words that had been thrown at her after the burn freshly popped in her mind.

“EWWWW! It’s gross! Don’t you know that there’s surgery that can mask that?”

“Her family doesn’t have the money for it most likely. ”

“I hope you didn’t wish for Prince Charming to come and take you away from the farm!”

“Yeah. Princes only take pretty Princesses to their castles, not half-cooked ugly peasants.”

“Not that she was pretty to begin with.”

She was about to let tears roll out of her eyes when she heard the sound of a zipper from the left right side of the bed followed a very faint noise of clasps being undone.

“Fiona.”

Viola’s gentle voice forced Fiona to turn her head toward the right side of the bed and opened her eyes. Viola was standing next to the bed, with her arms crossed over her chest, her expression calm and serene. Fiona couldn’t not notice that the upper side of her dress seemed a bit loose.

“I won’t leave,” Viola repeated before her hands pulled the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

Fiona gulped with wide eyes as the dress and the jet black bra that Viola was wearing beneath it slided down her body and fell at her feet, leaving her with just a pair of lacy panties and her semi-opaque black leggings that clashed with her pale skin. Fiona knew that Viola minded her figure, but she hadn’t realized how well she minded it.

No matter where she looked, Fiona couldn’t find a single bad thing to say about the girl before her. Her skin was pristine like the fresh snow. Her waist was slightly more narrow than her hips and chest which gave her a beautiful hourglass figure. Her breasts were the size of large oranges looking as smooth and white as the rest of her skin, not counting the small pink areolas and her cherry-colored nipples on top of them.

Fiona's eyes widened further when Viola passed her hands under the band of her leggings and panties and in one smooth move, pushed them down her legs while leaning forward. Then she stepped out of her leggings and walked back to the bed. As she climbed back on it, Fiona noticed that Viola had been bikini waxed. The naked snow-white beauty stopped right next to the tanned half dressed cowgirl’s side.

“Go-Gosh… Ya.. Ya’re…”

“I am?”

“Ya’re so...Ahg... “ Fiona stammered with a mad blush while Viola giggled softly.

“You were right: We’re not really good with words,” Viola admitted playfully before taking Fiona's hands in her own. “Let’s not say anything for now,” she repeated Fiona's earlier declaration in a whisper. “We’ll have to show how we find the other beautiful,”

“Ya.. Ya think Ah’m beautiful?” Fiona asked in a trembling tone.

“I’ll show you,” Viola whispered with a smile and a nod while leaning forward.

She gave a small peck on Fiona's forehead and started to kiss her way down to her nose, then to her mouth. While she did so, her right hand went for the clasp at the front of Fiona's bra while her left one caressed the tanned skin in direction of the old burn.

“Viola, ma scar. It’s sensitive. Very sensitive,” Fiona explained with difficulty as her bra snapped open in the blink of an eye.

“I’ll be extremely gentle then,” Viola assured in a whisper before she started to caress Fiona's naked breast with her right hand and used one of her left fingertips to brush against the scarred skin.

The effect was nearly instantaneous. Under Viola’s touch, Fiona couldn’t hold back her moans and her shivers. Not unlike earlier, Viola started to tweak, rub and flick Fiona's nipple, which had gotten erect at the moment Viola touched her burned neck, with her fingers while her hand was caressing her mound with firmness.

Fiona arched her body as she fell backwards a few minutes after Viola started touching her, landing heavily on the red-sheeted mattress before Viola crawled on top of her, barely giving her any rest as her darker bosom was crushed under the pale one. Viola pressed her breasts together and started to rub them against Fiona's in circular motions, causing extra friction between the four hard bundles of nerves.

Viola quickly joined Fiona's Viola of moans and monosyllabic prayers to God because of what she did. Hearing Fiona's cries of pleasure and knowing she was the one causing it got her more excited than the physical stimulation in itself. Fiona remained passive for a few minutes, enjoying the brand new feeling of heat filling her up because of Viola.

Then she gathered the strength to lift her arms and use them to bring Viola’s lips on top of hers. For the first time tonight, Fiona took the initiative during their kiss and pushed her tongue past her paramour’s lips, causing Viola’s to strongly spasm in pleasure. The brunette tried to fight back the Southerner’s tongue with her own but quickly got dominated by the invading pink muscle.

The sudden and much more passionate kiss from the dark-haired girl completely turned the table, almost literally, as Fiona was now on top of a mind-blown Viola that laid on the mattress. All that the brunette could do for a few minutes was to keep kissing back with the fervor that tried to match her partner’s. Probably the best minutes of her life so far.

Still lip-locked with Fiona, Viola felt her chest being slightly relieved of some of the weight that held her down. As if Fiona had started to lean just on her left arm instead of both. Then she heard a few metallic noises coming from between their nether regions, and couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. Viola lowered her arms down, blindly finding her paramour’s free hand struggling with her belt buckle.

With the aid of the two pristine hands, Fiona managed to undo her belt and unbutton her shorts. Pulling them down while she was straddling Viola proved to be impossible after they both tried to do so several times. Very frustrated to have to break the kiss, Fiona pulled off from above Viola to push her denim mini-shorts down her legs, leaving Viola to catch her breath while musing about how well shaped Fiona's legs were.

Cycling to School back and forth did some good on her! Viola thought with admiration about the thin and muscular limbs that were unveiled before her.

Not that the skin-tight denim did a very good job at veiling them in the first place, but there was something enticing about seeing it slide down Fiona's legs until it was kicked out of bed by its owner. Then Fiona did the same with her panties that matched the red, lacy and now open bra that she had kept on, not without Viola noticing a darker crimson spot on the fabric of the underwear. Fiona was really getting into it and it riled Viola up even more than whatever they had done before.

While her partner decided to get rid of the bra that hung open on her shoulders, Viola gathered the pillows in one big pile against the head of the bed before leaning against it. She sighed softly once her back was supported by her pillow-made seat as Fiona turned back to her. It wasn’t long before Fiona had retaken her position of sitting on Viola’s thighs and pressing their chest together once again.

Viola’s mind became foggy once their erect nipples were back to rubbing against one another while she felt a drop of a boiling liquid fall on her thighs, guessing from which part of Fiona's body it came without too much problem. She knew that if she let Fiona take the lead now, Viola would never have the chance to show her partner how beautiful she was tonight.

She had one shot to do so, one that was a risky gamble, just like all that had happened so far. Viola took a deep breath, grabbed her fistful of Fiona's long hair and gave it a little pull. Fiona groaned a little bit but didn’t try to resist the pull, making her throw her head back, exposing her whole neck to Viola. The curly brunette licked her lips with a hungry growl before she pressed them on the scarred, whiter skin and extended her free hand between her paramour’s thighs.

The long, high-pitched moan of pleasure that came from her throat, the intense shiverings that coursed through her entire body, the creaks of the the bed’s contour when she held on to it, her hips jerking in Viola’s direction before her hand ever made it to Fiona's recently shaved crotch, the sudden moisture dripping on said hand when it eventually reached its goal: all of Fiona's reactions told her paramour that her gamble had paid off, quite a lot as a matter of fact.

Viola smirked in her head before she started to delicately lavish attention on Fiona's throat with her lips while her fingers found the source of the moisture down below and rubbed it softly. Fiona was too shocked to even say a word, all she could muster were throaty noises that she let out each time Viola’s silk-like lips delicately pinched her scarred skin or when her agile fingers had done one passage over her drenched lower lips before they started to do it in the other direction.

Despite its guttural tone, Fiona's voiced excitement was sweeter and more pleasant to hear than her violin in Viola’s ears. The similarity between the woman in her grasp and her favorite instrument was not lost on the seasoned violinist. She was indeed playing Fiona like she was playing her violin, just with her tongue and lips replacing her bow and right hand.

First finger on D string… Viola thought as she inserted her forefinger between Fiona's soaking netherlips while she gave a long lick across her old burned skin. Hmmm, close enough to an E… though a bit sharp. She commented as Fiona's cry of pleasure rang just like a musical note to her ear.

Viola kept practicing her fingering on her new instrument, executing the major, melodic minor and harmonic minor scales. Playing Fiona was a lot harder than her violin, but Viola knew that with a little bit of practice she would hit perfect notes in no times. Though she wouldn’t mind hearing false notes in her current playing, opposite to playing her more traditional instrument, for every note, true or false, would be one of Fiona's exhilarated moans.

“Viola...Please… More!” Fiona begged between shrieks as her head rested limply on Viola’s shoulder as the musician just finished her third major scale.

Now that she felt confident in her fingering performances, Viola decided to work on her bowing. Instead of short licks or pecks to accompany each of her fingers rubbing the inside of Fiona's dripping core, Viola practiced a Legato with her tongue, making it go back and forth on Fiona scarred skin while her fingers came in and out of her paramour’s core swiftly now that they had been perfectly lubricated by Fiona's excitement.

“YES! YES! YES! YES!” Fiona shouted in extreme pleasure as her whole body shook like a magnitude seven earthquake was happening inside her. “OH, YES!!!”

Viola sped up her pace and started to play with two fingers on Fiona's inner strings, causing her approving shouts to become nothing but loud “Ahhh”s or “Ohhh”’s while her back arched and her hips rocked towards Viola’s hand to make her fingers go deeper inside her.

Fiona kept feeling the tension and heat inside her climbing drastically at the double-finger play of the woman beneath her. Her mind was about to explode into tiny pieces as her nerves barely kept up with the signals coming from her inner walls and her neck. Her eyes were foggy as she just saw a part of Viola’s head moving back and forth to the rhythm of the wet appendage rubbing her scar. Her arms stopped holding onto the contour of the bed and fell limply along Viola’s body. The only parts of her body that moved were her mouth that kept exhaling hot air on Viola’s neck and cheek and her hips that kept jerking against Viola’s hand. Those were the only two movements her mind was acknowledging at the moment, and it stopped doing so when Viola inserted a third finger inside her.

She’s almost done… Viola thought as Fiona stopped jerking against her hand and her fingers were deep inside pressing against three different parts of her core. …How about a Pizzicato on G string with the fourth finger to end this performance...

She twisted her hand to bring her little finger and her thumb to each side of the small bud just above Fiona's slit. Viola sucked Fiona's neck skin between her lips and pinched it softly while doing so to her clit.

Whenever someone played a violin too roughly or for too long, the chords would end up breaking during a performance, producing the most disturbing sound that a violinist could hear coming from his instrument. Though, in this particular case, the exploding sound of Fiona climaxing as all the tension building up inside her broke was the most beautiful and perfect note Viola would ever play in her life.

Fiona's scream as her orgasm hosed out of her lower lips, drenching her paramour’s forearms and thighs as well as the red sheets of the bed, was so strong that Viola feared for one moment that her eardrum and the motel room’s windows would shatter because of it. Luckily for her both never happened, preventing her from having to explain to her parents why she would need reparative ear surgery and from paying the repairs of motel windows after explaining to her parents what exactly caused it.

She barely had time to think about her parents and what would they think about her situation when Fiona collapsed on top of her after she pulled her drenched fingers out of her flower. Fiona's erratic breathes softly went back to a much more stable rhythm while her strength was slowly coming back. Viola wiped her soaked hand on the sheets before taking Fiona's head in her arms after its owner nuzzled her neck softly. Fiona's eyes were still hazy from the afterglow and it looked like she had trouble just keeping them open, judging on how often they blinked.

“V..Viola…”

“Yes?”

“Thank ya….For not leavin’...” Fiona whispered before snuggling deeply between the snow-white breasts of her paramour.

“... It was my pleasure,” Viola assured amorously as she passed her fingers through Fiona's fluffy and long locks of hair.

Fiona responded by shaking her head into Viola’s cleavage, making her giggle as hair-tips brushed against her skin.

“...No it wasn’t…. Ah’ll get ya that in a few minutes… Just need to rest a little…”

Fiona then remained silent after Viola rolled her eyes and kept combing her hair with her fingers while listening and feeling her paramour slowly breath in and out from her little valley. She was convinced that Fiona had fallen asleep in her bosom before she felt a pair of lips pressing against her left underbust a good ten minutes after Fiona last spoke. She was thinking that Fiona was probably dreaming and acting without knowing until another kiss was given by her apparently sleeping paramour. Then another, and another, and another...

Viola felt herself getting hot as the kisses on her mound became bigger and more daring, slowly making their way to the cherry-colored nipple at its top. She didn’t need more than Fiona to blow softly on it for the soft bundle of nerves for it to turn harder than a rock. Viola’s chest heaved while she licked her lips in response to Fiona's hot breath on her nipple. She closed her eyes when Fiona leaned forward to take the dark pink bud in her mouth.

She waited a full minute but the warm feeling of a mouth on her bosom was absent. She blinked one eye open seeing Fiona loved at her feet like a cat, her long hair wildly hiding all her back and a good portion of her firm buttcheeks while she glanced at Viola’s frowning face with curiosity. Fiona brought her hands closer to Viola’s ankles, softly caressing them with the tips of her fingers.

“Ahem?!”

“Ah didn’t forget ya,” Fiona said in a low purr that sent thrilled shivers through Viola’s spine despite her irritation. “Ah’m just figurin’ a few thin’s out…” she added while looking at Viola’s right side, then at her left.

“What things?” Viola asked in confusion.

“If there’s a chance for ya to knock yer pretty head on the headrest,” Fiona explained, confusing Viola even more. “There ain’t…”

“Wha…”

Fiona suddenly grabbed Viola’s ankles and strongly pulled them to her, making Viola yelp in shock and surprise as her body slid down her pillows. Before she could even comprehend what was going on, she felt Fiona's hands grab her sides and pulled them up, making her stand on her shoulders.

Viola looked up in shock, seeing Fiona's head looking down on her from between her thighs. Fiona had made Viola’s legs pass above her shoulders while she was holding her waist to keep Viola’s secret flower up to her face level. Viola couldn’t stop herself from blushing, both from the embarrassing position she was in and from the blood coming to her head due to her being upside down.

“Fiona, WHA….”

Her dark-haired paramour gently blew on her wet slit while one hand caressed its way up to it, changing Viola’s shout into a heartfelt, pleased moan. From below, with her breasts dropping toward her face and obscuring her vision a bit, Viola saw Fiona's hand reaching for her bare crotch and letting her fingers explore its surface.

“Smooth as silk, just like all the rest of yer body,” Fiona commented in admiration as her fingers brushed around Viola’s hairless flower. “How do ya do that?” She inhaled Viola’s inner thighs. “Gosh! Ya even smell good down here…”

“....” Viola winced in pleasure as Fiona started to kiss the inside of her left thigh. “...Must be-Must be the products I use to bathe…”

“Ya bathe in essence of silk or what?” Fiona asked playfully, kissing her way down her paramour’s leg, coming closer to her flower every second.

“...I do…” Viola answered with a loud gulp. “... some silk bath salts I buy online…”

“.......” Fiona blinked in shock as she had her answer despite not expecting one. “Welp, don’t stop usin’ them!”

Viola wanted to nod in answer, but she could only throw her head back with a long throaty moan when Fiona pressed her lips against her lower ones, which were now technically her upper ones. Out of reflex, her legs crossed themselves behind Fiona's neck to make sure the Southerner wouldn’t pull away from her soaked objective. Not that it was in her intentions to do so.

Fiona's tongue slid past Viola’s outer lips and licked the pink folds of Viola’s flower while her nose tickled her pearl each time she breathed out. Viola’s nectar was bitter, not really a taste for Fiona's palate which was more used to the apples and peaches grown on her family farm, yet she couldn’t get enough of it. She pushed her tongue further at each stroke before she lapped the translucent liquid that kept pouring out of Viola’s slit.

It wasn’t before a few minutes that Fiona realized that she wasn’t carrying Viola anymore. Indeed, her hands were just a few centimeters below Viola’s white, smooth buttcheeks that they were holding before. She looked down on her paramour and saw the classy violinist arching her body to push on her shoulders in order to bring her core closer to the source of her pleasure. Seeing the brunette shouting various obscenities in an extremely pleasure-filled voice while wincing her need for contact as she pushed her pelvis upwards was extremely satisfactory.

Since she didn’t have to worry about carrying her anymore, Fiona thought of another way to pleasure her brunette screamer some more. Still slurping and licking Viola’s folds, Fiona brought her hands down her paramour’s breasts and gave them a little massage that made Viola’s entire body shiver. Fiona pulled her tongue out of Viola’s spasming flower as her fingers locked their grip on her pink, swollen nipples. The sudden jerk of Viola would have probably stunned her if she hadn’t.

“Oh, my god! OH MY GOD!!!!” Viola screamed in pure bliss as Fiona pulled, twisted or flicked her two cherries with her fingers. “OH GOD!!!!!” Viola hollered when Fiona captured her pearl between her lips.

As she sucked on it, Fiona flicked her tongue over it and played with Viola’s nipples even more harder than before. In response, Viola’s screams matched the one from Fiona's climax as she pushed on her arms and arched her back. The two bodies now formed a perfect capital ‘’D’’ on top of the mattress. Then, Fiona pressed her teeth just a little bit against the bundle of nerves above Viola’s slit.

After she did so, Fiona felt Viola’s body shaking violently and pulled away from her overly stimulated pearl and took the full strength of her paramour’s orgasm right in the face. Viola’s juices sprayed against Fiona's visage, rebounding on it before falling on the sheets and Viola’s now relaxing body and visage in form of droplets.

Viola looked up with fog-filled eyes and saw Fiona unhooking her legs from behind her back and delicately rested them on top of the bed. Fiona still had her eyes closed for her face was soaked to the skin with Viola’s orgasm. She brought her hands to her face and slowly wiped Viola’s nectar off, not without getting a final swig of it before she dried her hand on the closest thing she found, other than Viola’s panting and otherwise motionless body : the sheets.

Fiona stepped out of the bed before she picked Viola up. The recovering violinist didn’t argue and simply hugged her paramour as strongly as she could in her weakened state. With Viola secured in her grasp, Fiona pulled the stained sheets and the blanket in between them off the bed and tossed it all in a ball at the bottom of the bed. Then she put Viola on the fitted sheet and the pillows, the two parts that had avoided their respective orgasms.

Once Viola was comfortably settled, Fiona took place next to her and pulled her in a tight, warm embrace to make up for the absence of a blanket. Viola snuggled her classmate’s burn scar before planting a small kiss on Fiona's lips. Fiona and Viola then looked into each other’s blue eyes, thinking back to all that happened since this morning.

“‘t was quite a day, ain’t it?” Fiona asked softly.

“Hum-hum,” Viola replied with a short nod as Fiona passed her hand through her brown curls. “It started just as an ordinary saturday… and now here we are...”

“Yep, here we are,” Fiona repeated softly.

“... Fiona?”

“Yes?”

“What will happen now?” Viola asked with worry as she scooted closer to the cowgirl who tightened her hug. “To us… What are we now?”

“What we are?”

“Yes…”

“Well, for starters, we were Classmates…”

“Fiona, be serious for a min…”

“Classmates who became instant rivals instead of friends,” Fiona continued with a calm tone, causing Viola to shuffle uneasily. “Rivals who let that friendly competition turn into a deep anger and inimity. Rivals that then became enemies. Enemies that spent years hating each other.”

Fiona paused her tale when Viola sniffed a little and wiped the tear out of the brunette’s eye.

“Over the time, we became enemies that found a certain respect for each other’s skill. Enemies that could work with one another without tearing each other apart. Enemies that shared a special moment last Nightmare night… Then, there was today….Today, when Enemies had a talk and became Rivals once again. Today, when Rivals became Classmates again… Today when Classmates apologized to one another and became friends…”

Viola sniffed one more time, only this time, she was smiling softly at what the Southerner declared.

“Viola, that’s what we were before now… What will happen, Ah can’t say. No one can,” Fiona assured. “Ah can only answer ya what Ah know for sure…”

“Which is?”

“Ya and Ah are just two girls who fell in love on an ordinary saturday!”

Viola’s retort was pulling the other violinist into a soft and long kiss which was returned immediately. After their lips were separated, the two violinists hugged each other, both ready to fall into a more than deserved slumber.

“Good night, Fiona.”

“‘Night, Viola.”

“Oh, and Fiona?”

“Yes?”

“It’s isn’t, not ain’t!” Viola reminded her for the ten thousandth time since they’ve known each other, only it was the first time she said it with a small giggle before she closed her eyes with a small smile on her face.

“Whatever!” Fiona rolled her eyes like she would usually do, but this time she was smiling warmly instead of frowning sourly.

She pecked her lover’s forehead before resting her head on top of Viola’s and a few minutes later, both were asleep in each other’s arms.