Snowbound in the Embassy Pt. 4 (Corrie x Octavia Romance Light Clop / Makeout)

Clearing her throat, Corrie looks down at the little mare in her lap. Well, she'd look at her if she could see at the moment. The last few notes of Octavia's voice still hung in the air. She could still feel the strange tingle in her chest from her voice. "I uh. Well. Wow." She managed to sputter out.

"It's not just because of my love for the cello, you know?" She takes Corrie's right hand and and puts it gently on her cutie mark. "I've always loved to sing as well, you see." Octavia can't help feel a moment of pride at the awestruck woman's face. "You are not too bad yourself, you know?"

"Pfffffffff" was all Corrie could reply before barking out a laugh. "Stars and mud, that's the difference between you and me singing filly. Stars and mud." Rubbing her hand gently on the grey mare's flank, feeling no difference in either the texture or the length of the fur of her cutie mark. To her it was all warm, cozy fur like sensations to her blind eyes and off hand. Giving a little squeeze for good measure and for science of course, she was rewarded for her efforts by quick panting noise from the mare in her lap. It was always an awkward feeling using her off hand, but Octavia didn't seem to mind the gentle administrations of her fumbling fingers.

Octavia leans forward a little, enough to just turn her head so, to gain access to the the woman's tiny ear. "Corrie" she breathes her name out quietly only a fraction a second before she plants a little kiss on her left earlobe.

Corrie's head turns involuntarily to the intruder of her personal space. She could feel the hairs along her arms rising while the left side of her body grew very, very warm. "Ears are cheating, mare." She tells her breathlessly.

"Thank you for teaching me the song." Octavia whispers in her ear, sultry and low. Taking the dry tip of her tongue she runs it gently from her lobe to the top of it's little curve. Corrie's right leg extends out and spasms a few times while her body shudders. "Oh my" she whispers again while sitting up a little higher on her marefriend's lap, blowing gently into it this time after speaking. "Did we hit a nerve?"

Conceding the momentary advantage to Octavia with a moan that escapes her lips. "Not. Fair. Not fair at all." Corrie tells her unseen paramour. Moving her hand slowly from her flank and around to her chest, dragging her fingers lightly on the skin through her fur until she reaches near the top her her barrel, giving the flesh below her hand a gentle squeeze. She didn't need the sensors in her hand to tell her that Octavia's heartbeat was picking up at a good pace. The shudder from the contact with her fingernails and a little gasp were all she needed to hear.

Octavia regains her balance quickly after the slow drag of fingers on her flesh. Nibbling gently on the top curve of her ear in retaliation, she smiles to herself. "Quite sensitive, are we not?" She breathes the words into Corrie's ear again. She hears the human woman's breath hitch and she hisses something quietly. Her grey ears twitch as she leans back to stare into the face of her lover. "I couldn't quite hear you. What was that?" she tells her.

"I said kiss me." Corrie tells her bringing her right hand up and around to the back of her marefiend's neck, drawing her head in closer to her own. She applies gentle pressure with her fingers causing Octavia's neck to arch slightly under the control of her fingers. Mouth to mouth, lips only a hairs breath away from each other she holds her steady. Corrie relishes in the moment, the feeling of Octavia's breath being drawn in through her own inhalations, into her lungs, filling her and sending a shiver down her body. As well as a growing hunger rising in her chest making her want more. Now.

Octavia can feel the smooth movements under her as her marefriend shifted her arm lower now to just under her plot. Instinctively she lifted herself a little so it was now resting on the outstretched arm in Corrie's lap. Leaning in for a kiss, the gentle pressure increased and she stopped. Nearly panting into Corrie's mouth she gave a little whining noise, a sound of frustrated denial at a promise long overdue.

Corrie stands in one fluid motion, the bonded cords of Gortex and Linthol fibers woven throughout her muscular structure working in harmony with her own flesh and blood muscles were the only reasons she could pull this off in the first place. Lifting her mare with her right arm she turns to face the workbench. Using the DocWagon kit stuck to her left hand she turns it into an improvised plow sweeping everything on the table to the floor.

"Corrie what are you.." Octavia tries to ask before their lips finally meet in their heated embrace. For a moment they stand still. All save the but the motions of the lips and tongues of the two different species vying for oral dominance. Their motions increasing, heads now turning to find new angles to try to find ways past their lovers tongues with their own. Octavia's panting only seemed to spur her humans administrations further. The breathless panting the fuel for her amorous endeavors.

The grey mare throws her arms around the slim neck to balance herself, still mindful to go low under the cord currently resting in her lovers body. She gives her human a strong hug, wanting to feel as much of her as she can with her own body. She feels herself lift an inch or two as Corrie raises her arm and gently sets her down on the workbench. Now sitting nearly her marehood to Corrie's womanhood on the bench, she can see the deep blush on Corrie's face. The look of blind hunger matching her own.

A quick moment of panic as Octavia's fore-hoof somehow tangled itself in the cord while she was being moved causing Corrie's head to turn sharply to the left. Gently her human uses her right hand behind her to untangle her hoof, resting the offending member gently on her barrel. "Oh Corrie, I'm so sorry!" Octavia tells her.

"S'kay. You good." Corrie responds, leaning in to kiss her marefriend to reassure her that all indeed, was fine. A few moments of gentle, tender kissing between the two broken only by the need for oxygen and nervous giggles. She can fell Octavia drawing back a little. Hesitations in her kissing. She knew where this was going. Counting down from three..two..one. In her mind. Right on time Octavia speaks.

"Please Corrie. Can we stop for a moment?" She asks the blushing redhead before her.

Nodding to herself, Corrie takes a deep breath in and releases a very pent up sigh. "I'm sorry. That happened really quickly. Was it too fast? Too strange?" She reaches forward to find her hoof and gratefully feel her hoof brush up against her hand reaching for her in turn.

"No. Well yes. And no." Octavia tells her. "It was the cord." Watching Corrie's head tilt to the side for a moment. Closed eyes seemed to be scrunched up in concentration. "It was rather unexpected, you understand?" She asks.

"I do." Corrie tells her. She starts to move away, but Octavia's legs wrap around her hips and lock behind her, pulling her back.

"Oh no. You misunderstand me. We are doing this. Tonight." She tells her in her best seductive tone she can muster. "I just want to do it when you can see me. Be here with me. Not stuck in there." Tapping Corrie's head gently with a hoof, she continues. She feels Corrie move her head to the side again, but this time she rubs her check gently across Octavia's hoof and nods. A shy smile spreads across the woman's face.

Moving her hoof lower onto her humans chest she gives it a light squeeze in return as Corrie did to her, and was rewarded with a gasp and her lover biting her own lower lip in pleasure. Good to know these human breasts were just as sensitive as her teats. Good to know indeed. "How quickly can you finish your work?" Octavia asks.

Author's Note

I wouldn't count it as clop Percy (per se), but I'm going to put that in the title just in case. I don't want to surprise people in a negative way not expecting something in the story that randomly pops up.