The amber light of the setting sun flowed through the small gap in the curtains, highlighting streaks of the passion-scented room. Normally, Sunset would throw open her curtains in such a moment, allowing the light of her namesake to flood the room. Those moments were the ones that Sunset could, has, and would again claim as all hers. They were her birthright.
Was it vain? Yes.
Did she deserve it? Also yes.
More importantly, it was a moment that she wanted to share with Wallflower. Sunset did share similar ones with her already. Wallflower’s apartment had a decent view, but Sunset's apartment had a better one. However, neither of these places had a view quite like the one from the school roof. Sunset was convinced that the sight of that particular sunset played a major role in why Wallflower agreed to go out with Sunset as her girlfriend, all those weeks ago.
‘Sunset’s girlfriend.’ That brought a smile to Sunset’s face. Yes, at that moment, Sunset wanted to yank open the curtains so that she could see Wallflower bathed in the light of her sunset.
But to do that, they would have to get dressed.
Ha, if only all choices were so easy.
Sunset sat with Wallflower at the edge of the messy bed, idly playing with Wallflower’s hair as the other girl was hunched over the small book that she pulled from Sunset’s bedside bookshelf. Judging by the way that Wallflower didn’t react to Sunset’s open staring or “goofy” smile—it wasn’t goofy; it was perfectly normal—she was quite engrossed in lines of text.
The girls only had the energy and will to grab whatever clothes were within reach of the bed at the time. Considering the way most of the clothes were haphazardly tossed aside—especially the most exciting ones—that had left only Wallflower’s lounge pants and Wallflower’s oversized tee-shirt. Sunset barely managed to mask her nudity with the shirt.
Wallflower only enhanced her nudity with her pants.
Sunset’s eyes drank it all in. She took in the expanses of skin that weren’t obscured by Wallflower’s hair, as well as the small portions of soft curves and gentle mounds that would occasionally peek through. She eyed the waistband of the pants, smirking at the lack of any other fabric beneath them. She saw the parts of Wallflower’s legs that the thin pants clung to, using her memory and imagination to fill in the blanks where the pants were just a bit too baggy to tell. It wasn’t too difficult of a task. Over the past few days of their break, she had plenty of time to study Wallflower’s body—a fact that still embarrassed the girl when phrased as such, but in a good way.
Wallflower flipped another page. She was devouring that book. It was quite the beautiful sight: Wallflower slouched over a book whilst barely dressed on Sunset’s bed, her appearance cutely disheveled, but expression conveying nothing but focus. Sunset wished that Wallflower could see it. It was one of many sights that Sunset wanted to remember forever. In fact, it was a sight that Sunset wanted to take a picture of.
Oh. Now there was an idea.
After carefully retrieving her phone from the nightstand, she did take a picture—a few, in fact—and examined her work.
“Mm, that’s hot.”
“Hm?” Ah, she said that out loud, didn’t she? Placing a finger on the page, Wallflower looked up with a smile. “Uh, sorry. What was that?”
Ha, busted before she could even say anything. “Oh nothing, just admiring the view,” Sunset grinned. She didn’t even try to hide her phone.
“What are you...?” Wallflower looked down at the phone in Sunset’s hands, still suspiciously pointed towards her. “...You didn’t—you did!” Scrambling to slip in a bookmark, Wallflower delicately set the book to the side before lunging at Sunset, who did nothing to avoid her. “D-delete it! delete it delete it!” Wallflower chanted with only-half feigned desperation as she and Sunset tiredly wrestled for dominance over the phone, pulling arms, grabbing legs, tickling all of the spots that they could reach in hopes that one would give way.
Eventually, the phone fell off of the bed, leaving them to be only wrestling for dominance.
Then, they were just ‘wrestling.’
The girls rolled and twisted on top of each other, each grasping at the other with their arms and legs and, occasionally, their lips. Sunset wanted to keep playing, but her body ached. Parts of her throbbed with a special kind of ache. It was a good soreness, born from the fatigue of eager passion and maybe some overexertion. The aches were a physical reminder of the activities that they shared throughout the day, and even the night before. Sunset felt another ache—another desire—growing in her mind, in her heart, and between her legs.
It pained her to admit it, but Sunset needed to rest. Especially so if Wallflower was as exhausted as she was.
Sunset admitted defeat in their fun little game, chuckling all the while. Glowing in her ‘victory,’ Wallflower took her prized place seated atop Sunset’s waist.
“Delete it.”
“Which one?” Sunset smirked, noting how out of place such an expression was for somebody pinned to the bed.
“What—you took more?!”
“Of course! One for my phone, one for my laptop, one to frame on my nightstand—Ah! N-no, stop—!” Sunset bucked and squirmed, gasping and squealing tiredly through her helpless giggles as Wallflower yanked Sunset’s shirt up to chin and danced her fingers over her bare belly, her ribs and under her arms in a devastating tickle-assault. Poor Sunset stood no chance.
Not that she minded, of course.
“Okay, okay!” Sunset wheezed, her weary arms pinned over her head after a reflexive bout of exhausted flailing. “I’ll delete them, no matter how much it hurts.”
“You’d better, you jerk.” With a final poke, Wallflower dismounted Sunset, who wasted as much time as possible to coax her shirt back down to her waist, smiling at Wallflower’s dazed smile as her gaze traced the way that Sunset arched her back. With a lazy roll, Sunset slowly and shamelessly crawled to the edge of the bed.
“Okay,” Sunset sighed, retrieving and unlocking her phone, “I’ll delete them. But will you look at them first?”
Wallflower blinked. “What? Why?”
“I just...” Sunset crawled over, lying her head in Wallflower’s lap and holding up her phone for both of them to see. “...I wanted you to see what I saw. From my angle, you were...” Sunset sighed happily as the images filled the screen. “You’re beautiful from every angle, but that was something special. I don’t know, I wanted you to see you how I see you.”
“Oh gosh, Sunset,” Wallflower laughed, hiding behind her hand in embarrassment, only peeking at the phone in small glances. “Y-you’re so darn—.”
“You love it.”
“Yes, I do.” Slowly regaining herself, Wallflower took the phone into her own hands, gradually working up the will to examine it. “I don’t think that I see what you do, though.” Her eyes roved over the screen, fingers manipulating to zoom in on certain points. “I look like such a slob.”
“You’ve got a funny way of pronouncing ‘perfect’.”
“Oh hush, you...” Wallflower shook her head in exasperation as Sunset grinned in that way that she always did when she was around Wallflower. Then the two simply stared in silence; Wallflower at the phone, and Sunset at Wallflower.
“So...” Sunset began, looking up at Wallflower from her lap with the best puppy-dog eyes she could muster, “...do I have to delete them—?”
“Sunset.”
“Darn.” Sunset sighed, truly defeated. “Alright, but only because you asked so nicely.” With sluggish fingers, she selected the images with great reverence, honoring their sacrifice as her finger hovered over the ominous button of deletion. “At least you’ll all be safe within my mind—.”
“W-wait, uh...” Sunset looked up, feeling Wallflower squirm beneath her head. “...S-uhm, send them to me first. Then delete them. Yeah.”
She did so with a happy grin and great energy, promptly deleting them afterwards. On the nightstand, Wallflower’s phone pinged with a new notification. Content with this outcome, Sunset turned onto her side and curled up on what had quickly become her second-favorite pillow.
“W-wow, you switched moods pretty fast.”
“Well, I just learned that my girlfriend appreciates art, so...”
Wallflower laughed. “It’s not even that good!”
“Hmm, are you doubting my abilities as a photographer?”
“N-no, of course not.” Sunset smiled, remembering how they couldn’t stop themselves from filling an album with selfies. “I just, uh...”
“Don’t worry, Wallflower. You’ll learn.” Sunset slid her head up Wallflower’s lap. Slipping a finger into Wallflower’s waistband, she gave it a light tug to expose Wallflower’s hip. Leaning in to the sensitive skin, Sunset laid a kiss just on the inside of Wallflower’s bare hip, earning a shiver and a gasp for her efforts. “I’ll convince you eventually.”
“Gosh, Sunset. I never would have guessed you were such an insatiable pervert.”
“I’m not a perv!” Sunset laughed, rolling again to meet Wallflower’s gaze. “I’m just, uh...” Sunset pursed her lips in thought. “...happy. And excited!”
“Well you’ve been 'excited’ for the past three days. And literally all day, today.”
“So have you!”
“Y-you’re just contagious!”
“Well that’s not our fault.” Sunset traced Wallflower’s arm with her fingers, finding Wallflower’s fingers to intertwine them. “It’s just, after our first time...” Sunset hid her face in Wallflower’s lap, giggling, “...well, that was amazing. And so was every time after that. I knew that s-s, uh,”Sunset swallowed, “sex was supposed to be fun, but... wow.”
“Hehe, y-yeah,” Wallflower breathlessly laughed, letting herself fall back onto the bed. Sunset wasted no time to slide her way up Wallflower’s body, laying her head on Wallflower’s breast. “’'Wow’ sounds right. And tiring.”
“In a good way, though?”
“Mmm, oh yes.” Wallflower ran her fingers through Sunset’s hair, earning a contented sigh. “But still, why all of the, uh,” Sunset could feel Wallflower swallow, “excitement today? I’m not complaining!” Wallflower was quick to assure at Sunset’s questioning gaze. “I just... this was a lot. I don’t think my heart’s calmed down since we woke up,” Wallflower laughed.
“Well, I just...” Sunset occupied one of her hands with the ends of Wallflower’s hair. “...School starts again on Monday.” She could feel Wallflower’s breath hitch in her chest. “I know we’ll still have all the time we want on weekends and vacations but... I don’t know. I still kind of feel like time is running out, I think? This vacation was the best one I’ve ever had, and I feel like I want to make the most of it. Does that make sense?”
“I think so.” Wallflower rubbed circles on Sunset’s back. “I think I feel the same way. I’m really sore and tired right now, but I want this moment to last forever.” Sunset simply hummed in agreement.
The girls basked in each other’s warmth as the light of the setting sun softly gave way to the easy calm of night. At times, Sunset’s hand gave Wallflower’s body a curious brush or the occasional devilish pinch. These would be met with giggles, scoffs, and lazy reprimands.
Of course, the inevitable had to be addressed.
A sniff.
“We smell,” Wallflower laughed, earning a chuckle from the girl on her chest.
“Yeah, we do. We smell like, uh...” Sunset took a couple experimental sniffs of her own. “...Saturday passion.”
“Yeah, 'passion’.” Wallflower scoffed with a smile and shake of her head. "Is that how you're going to tell the days of the week?"
"If you'll let me?" Sunset shot back with a cheeky smirk.
“Gosh Sunset, are you my girlfriend just for my body?”
“Of course not!” Sunset lifted her head to see Wallflower. She was grinning that playful grin that Sunset couldn’t help but emulate. “I’m your girlfriend because of that sexy personality of yours.”
Wallflower spluttered with a laugh. “W-what?”
“Oh yes,” Sunset purred as she crawled up to rest her forehead against Wallflower’s, meeting Wallflower’s brown eyes with her own lidded blue. “The way you gushed over those ‘Sunset Pinks'...” Oh yes, that was a nice shade of embarrassment on her girlfriend’s face. “And the way you talk about cross pollination is just...” Sunset bit her lip and breathed an indecent moan.
Wallflower was the first to break eye-contact, turning and smiling and shoving Sunset off her with a laugh.
“Ugh, Sunset, you’re so bad!”
“You’re just too cute.”
“If you say so...”
“I do.”
“Oh, whatever. I’m gonna take a shower.” Rolling off the bed, Wallflower shyly covered her breasts with her arm as she made her way towards the steps.
Two steps down from the loft, she paused.
“Uh...” She dared her eyes to meet Sunset’s questioning gaze. “...Would you like to join me...?”
The question had barely processed through Sunset’s mind before she had already sprung from the bed, eagerly ushering her guffawing girlfriend to steamy, tiled paradise.
It wasn’t difficult to undress; they were practically nude already. Yet, as their two combined articles of clothing fell to Sunset’s bathroom floor, Sunset couldn’t help but feel that they were more naked than when they were on her bed. Sunset’s eyes demanded that they be allowed to wander. Sunset could not bring herself to resist.
Judging by the silly grin on Wallflower’s face, she was doing much the same. Oh yes, Sunset liked that look in her eye. It was a look that heralded many good memories to be made throughout the day. Oh, the things they could do in that small room; all of the conveniently waist-high furniture one could prop themselves on...
Why were they there again?
Right. The shower. Oh, if only she had a tub to run a romantic bath... No, no, that wouldn’t do—there would be very little cleaning done if she did. A shower was the better choice, if less fun. In only a couple of strides, Sunset leaned in to start the water.
“How hot do you like it?”
“B-wha?” Wallflower gulped. “I-I mean—.”
“The water, Wallflower,” Sunset smirked, testing the water that began to spray out of the shower-head. “How hot?”
“O-oh, uh... hot?”
“On a scale of one to me, please.”
“Oh gosh,” Wallflower giggled, slapping a palm to her face with a pretty little snort, “just burn me up, Sunset.”
“Mmm, it’d be my genuine pleasure.”
“Sunset.”
“The water!” she laughed, “I’m talking about the water. Don’t worry, no funny business.”
“None?”
“Nope, just cleaning.”
“None at all?” There was something sly in Wallflower’s voice. Maybe...
No. Bad, Sunset. Just a little longer of a rest—they’ll do it again when she’s ready. Satisfied with the now-hot water, Sunset straightened up and properly slid open the door—
A soft body on her back. A hand reached into the spray of water in front of her.
“Yup,” Wallflower chirped, tickling Sunset’s neck with her breath. “Feels hot enough to me.”
For the briefest of moments, Sunset leaned back, drinking in the pleasant feeling of such a lovely and soft body pressed against her back.
Then, she stepped into the shower, spun around, and grabbed Wallflower’s hand.
“Well, get in here, then!” Sunset laughed as she suddenly pulled.
“N—Wait!” Stumbling into the shower, Sunset laughed as she watched Wallflower’s face transition from a chambered scolding to mildly surprised interest, examining the soft mat beneath their feet.
“It’s a slip-proof mat,” Sunset supplied. “You could dance in here if you wanted to. Trust me, I know.”
“It’s so soft...”
Sunset nodded, grabbing a bottle of bodywash and squeezing hearty dollops into her hands. “I sit in here sometimes, too. It’s pretty comfy.”
“Maybe I should get one of these.”
“Shopping trip on Wednesday?” Sunset brushed against Wallflower as she moved behind her.
“Why—?” Wallflower squeaked and flinched as Sunset’s soap-covered hands pressed against her back. With gentle presses and squeezes, Sunset’s hands lathered up and gently scrubbed down Wallflower’s back. “Mmm, that feels nice...”
Oh yeah, that’s nice.
“I figured it would. I usually have a little trouble reaching certain spots on my back.” Wallflower hummed, slouching over, letting her body sway against Sunset’s wash and massage. Fingers traced spine, rubbed shoulder blades, and squeezed in places that she knew Wallflower was sore.
She even only let slip and wash a bit too far to Wallflower’s front twice! Truly, such a feat was a testament to her monumental self-control.
C’mon, no funny business. Keep it moving girl...
“Got any special requests?”
“Mm...? Oh!” Wallflower only turned to look at Sunset for a moment, but that moment was all that Sunset needed to see the Wallflower’s flushed face. “Requests. In the shower—for cleaning. Right.”
“Perv.” Sunset couldn’t resist the smirk.
“Oh hush.” For a moment Wallflower was silent, squeezing soap into her hands and cleaning her own front. Through the silence, Sunset continued her work.
“Well actually...” Wallflower cleared her throat. “I, uh... I’ve wondered what it would feel like for somebody else to wash my hair...”
Oooh that’s a nice request.
“Pass the shampoo?” The bottle changed hands once, then twice after a generous amount of vanilla-scented shampoo had filled her hand. As soon as the bottle was back on its shelf, Sunset got to work.
She started at the top, plunging her fingers into voluminous, green hair, working the substance deep into her girlfriends wavy locks.
“So, uh,” Sunset cleared her throat as she kneaded Wallflower’s scalp, eyes following a small collection of bubbles as it flowed down Wallflower’s curly locks, but hesitating to look away from the subtle way that Wallflower’s back arched as she tilted her head into the pressure. “Something like this?”
“Mmnhm...”
Sunset chuckled in satisfaction. “Glad you like it.”
Sunset continued her work for several minutes, relieving one hand to run its fingers through her girlfriend’s hair, working out knots and tangles as well as she could without causing Wallflower any pain. Up and down her hands worked before returning to Wallflower’s scalp, kneading and stroking their way down her neck, then working themselves into the muscles of her shoulders.
Through it all, Wallflower cooed and sighed in contentment. Her head tilted back and her arms hung limply to her sides as her body leaned into Sunset’s touch. Through it all, Sunset resisted the urge to take just one step forward, press her body against Wallflower’s and let her hungry fingers dance around Wallflower’s body, loving every inch of skin it touched, lips kissing the dip of Wallflower’s neck as she cooed and sighed and turned around and brought her lips to her own—
A soft, warm hand rested on Sunset’s, pausing her ministrations. Looking back up, Sunset found that Wallflower was smiling back at her. Sunset didn’t need to see the other side of Wallflower’s face to see that only one brow was raised.
“Sunset.”
“Y-yeah?”
Wallflower turned around fully, hand still in hand, and took a small step forward. The wisps of rising steam did nothing to hide the entrancing sight of Wallflower’s dripping-wet body, flushed with the heat. Sunset saw her glimmering eyes, her coy smile, the wet waves of her curly hair, the drops of steamy water that flowed down Wallflower’s shoulder to the space between her breasts to her navel to her—
“It’s your turn.”
Mmph.
After the last few days, she would never hear that phrase the same.
With a gulp, a mute grin, and a nod, Sunset and Wallflower maneuvered around each other. Sunset stepped around Wallflower, intending to give her enough room to pass unhindered.
Wallflower had other plans.
As Sunset only barely managed to slip by in the confined space, Wallflower leaned in, pressing her chest against Sunset’s, freezing her in place against the tiles of the shower wall. Sunset felt Wallflower’s upper body press firmly against hers, slick from the water and hot from more than just the steam, as Wallflower kissed her on the cheek.
Darn it, Wallflower was teasingher!
Sunset couldn’t help the wide grin, reciprocating with quick kiss to Wallflower’s nose as she slipped past, quickly dipping her head into the shower’s spray.
‘What’d I do this time?’ Sunset pondered, chuckling to herself at Wallflower’s antics. Was Wallflower getting revenge for all the times that Sunset teased her over the last couple of days? Or maybe she wanted to...
No, of course not! Well, probably not. Sunset was the perv here, right? Wallflower said it herself! Besides,wasn’tthe shower supposed to be a little break? A fun and sexy little break, true, but still!
Hearing Wallflower pump hearty dollops of shampoo from the bottle, Sunset let her hair drape down her back, trying to keep her mind at the barest edge of the gutter. Ooh, next time they did it, Sunset was gonna get her back for this! Sunset was already smirking, ideas rushing through her head.
Those thoughts quickly faded into vanilla-scented noise at the sensation of Wallflower’s fingers burying themselves into her hair.
With each firm knead and gentle scrape on her scalp as the shampoo was worked in, her world grew smaller and smaller until it was just the sensations of hot water raining on her chest, the fingers in her hair, and her lover behind her.
With each gentle tug, Sunset’s head tilted further and further back, trying to feel more of that pleasant feeling. When was the last time that somebody did something like this for her? Whenever it was, it was long before she came into this world. It was so long ago that she couldn’t remember it, if it even happened. Even then, it certainly would never have felt anything like this.
Fingers are amazing. Or maybe it was because they were Wallflower’s fingers?
Wallflower. Wallflower Blush. Wallflower, Wally, Blushy, Blushing Wallflower...
Did Wallflower just say something?
“Mmnh...?” Sunset tried to ask around an uncooperative tongue. All she got in response was a cute giggle.
A hot hand gently, insistently pushed against the space between Sunset’s shoulders. She obliged in a daze, blinking back into the reality of a tiny shower as the water ran through her hair and down her face. How long were they like that? Gosh, she could barely remember anything other than how good that felt. As the suds were washed away, Sunset sent Wallflower a smile over her shoulder, which was met with an easy grin.
“Wow, that was good.”
“Mhm,” Wallflower nodded. “B-but uh, I’m not done yet.”
“Oh?” Sunset felt Wallflower’s hands settle on the curve where her neck met her shoulders. Ahh, right. Sunset gave her a massage before, too. “Mm, please continue then.”
Wallflower did. Sunset cooed and sighed as Wallflower’s fingers rubbed and stroked the muscles of her neck and shoulders. Bit by bit, deft fingers coaxed the tissue into relaxing beneath her touch. Already in a partial haze from the sensation of Wallflower’s fingers through her hair, Sunset easily gave way to Wallflower’s ministrations. Lost in pleasure, body rocking with the motion of Wallflower’s hands, Sunset had to slightly widen her stance to keep from falling over.
Wallflower’s hands slid from her shoulders to her back in broad strokes and small circles, firmly grasping, rubbing and kneading their way up and down her back in ways that would be inappropriate for the simple washing from earlier. Hands pressed to the small of Sunset’s back. With fingers stretched to cover as much of her back as possible, Wallflower slowly, firmly began a steady stroke up.
Sunset’s back arched against the soft hands’ steady climb, her body leaning forward as the hands crested between her shoulders once more. As Wallflower’s hands tumbled back down her back with steady circles and tender rubs, Sunset braced her hands against the wall, knowing that she’d be tasting the wall otherwise.
Over and over again the hands ran their course, each time feeling better than the last. But as they did, the already-smoldering fire growing fire in Sunset’s core, made itself harder and harder to ignore, making itself known as a barely audible moan.
Then, with a giggle, Wallflower leaned in and kissed her shoulder.
The process began again, with a rise of her hands, their gentle tumble back down, and another soft kiss between her shoulders. Again and again this process repeated until, as Wallflower’s hands crested over her shoulder blades, Sunset took a half-step back. With her rear pressed bodily against her lover, Sunset met Wallflower’s surprised smile over her shoulder with a smirk and gave her bottom a little shake.
Not to be outdone, Wallflower smile turned coy once more as she firmly thrust her hips. Sunset was taken off-guard by the maneuver, earning herself a place pressed against the tile wall with a surprised and giddy laugh. All the while, undeterred by the spray of the showerhead, Wallflower attacked any part of Sunset that her lips could reach with soft, wet kisses. No part of Sunset’s shoulders, her neck, or jaw was spared from Wallflower’s tender assault. After a bmoment of token struggles, Sunset quickly bumped Wallflower’s pelvis back, giving Sunset just enough room to twist around and face her before she was trapped against the wall again.
As Wallflower playfully kissed and nipped at the newly revealed collarbone, throat, and face, Sunset turned the showerhead away, plotting an assault of her own. With practiced fingers, the latest battle of the Great Tickle War had begun. Wallflower’s squeals and laughter were challenged only by her own as Sunset’s deft hands sought out every sensitive spot they could reach with pokes, rubs, and dancing fingers. Wallflower had tried to deter Sunset with her own counter-offensive, but it was too much to resist. And so, in a flash of inspiration from their battle not-an-hour prior, Wallflower grasped Sunset’s hands in her own and pinned them against the wall.
So close that their noses were touching, mist displacing between their breathless laughs, Wallflower smirked victoriously.
Sunset could only grin, all too happy with the position that she was in. Nude and soaking wet with an equally naked and drenched Wallflower pressed against her, back to the wall with nowhere else she’d rather be, and a fire burning within her that she could feel in her girlfriend’s rapidly beating heart.
She had no idea what this contest was for this time, but as she planted a kiss on Wallflower’s cheek—a kiss that was just as quickly returned—she couldn’t help but feel that they both won this one.
Kisses were traded in that way, all over each other’s faces. Cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw; nothing was spared. Then Sunset planted a kiss on Wallflower’s lips. But as she pulled away, Wallflower followed. On her toes, Wallflower’s lips remained on Sunset’s until Sunset’s head touched the wall. Only then did Wallflower relent, but only for a moment.
Over and over the lover’s lips met as Wallflower’s hands drifted down to caress Sunset’s face, her shoulders, her arms, her hips. With newfound freedom, Sunset’s hands ran through Wallflower’s hair and over her back, rubbing small circles as they traveled lower and lower. Smile against smile, Sunset’s hands arrived at their destination. Hands firmly grasping at Wallflower’s soft bottom, Sunset pulledtheir bodies flush.
The delighted sigh that met her ears as Wallflower found Sunset’s thigh pressed between her own echoed beautifully in the tiny room. Sunset bit her lip in anticipation as she felt Wallflower’s desire panting in her ear, pounding against her chest, and burning against her thigh. Her hands slid across the wet, supple skin of Wallflower’s rear, coming to rest in a firm grip on Wallflower’s hips.
Sunset raised her leg, giving Wallflower’s hips an approving squeeze as she quivered against the increased pressure. Sunset pushed, guiding Wallflower’s pelvis further, lower, pressed against her leg.
Sunset pulled, sliding Wallflower’s sex up her thigh.
Wallflower’s hum of pleasure shifted into a breathless moan as their waists again touched. Sunset paused for only a moment before guiding her lover’s hips down again.
Wallflower buried her face into the crook of Sunset’s neck. “S-Sunseeaah—!” Wallflower choked down another moan as she was pulled again to Sunset’s hip.
“No, don’t hide...” Sunset cooed as she guided Wallflower back down her thigh. “I want see you. I want to hear you.”
“B-but—mnnh!” Wallflower threw her head back, jaw clenched, as she rode her way up Sunset’s thigh. Hips, belly, and breasts against Sunset, Wallflower squeezed Sunset’s thigh with her own, keeping herself in place. “But I’m so... aren’t I too, uh, loud?” Wallflower whispered, pressing her forehead to Sunset’s.
“Not at all,” Sunset purred. “I love your voice. I want to hear as much of it as possible. And in a place like this...” Wallflower’s shuddering hum bounced off of the shower walls as Sunset rolled her hips, grinding her leg against Wallflower’s sex, acutely aware of the small bump pressing against her thigh. “...I know you’ll hear that beautiful voice that I do.”
“S-Sunset, you...” Wallflower’s words melted into a hazy mumble as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the rhythmic back and forth of Sunset’s leg. Her soft moans and shaky sighs brushed against Sunset’s lips as she was pleasured by every push and pull and press and grind. “...’s not fair...”
Sunset let the question stall on her lips as she again felt Wallflower’s hands begin to roam across her body. They explored her shoulders, her arms, her chest. They lingered on Sunset’s breasts as they passed, molding them with gentle kneads, leaving only after a playful pinch to an erect nipple. Down Sunset’s waist the hands stroked before snaking around to the small of Sunset’s back, then lower. Wallflower opened her eyes, lips closed only to swallow, before parting again with a smile.
Sunset felt her heart spike as she felt Wallflower squeeze her bottom. She was all too aware of how her core was throbbing with want as Wallflower’s hands pulled Sunset’s hips towards her, forcing Sunset to lean against the wall and drop her leg to keep herself stable. Through it all, Wallflower only moved a single step back, taking Sunset with her.
Sunset knew what Wallflower was doing—she had done it herself but a moment ago—but that did not prepare her for the pressure against the very sensitive tip of her sex as Wallflower stepped between her legs.
Gentle hands grasped Sunset’s hips.
“It’s your turn,” Wallflower whispered, leaning herself back to stand upright.
Sunset could barely hear Wallflower’s moan through her own as Wallflower lifted and ground her leg against Sunset’s heat. Hotly, wetly, back and forth, Wallflower thrust her hips in a slow, steady rhythm. As their moans grew, so too did Wallflower’s apparent confidence, showing in the purpose that drove each thrust.
Their bodies were so close.So tantalizingly close. With all the pressure their position could muster, they could only put so much pressure on their sexes through their thighs. Yet, despite that, it felt so good. So close, their lower lips could almost kiss. So close, straddling each other’s thigh. Sunset didn’t even realize that the tables had turned, the only thing keeping the pair upright being the way that Sunset was braced against the wall.
With one hand desperately clutching Wallflower’s hip and the other on her shoulder, Sunset began to match Wallflower’s rhythm with one of her own. As the purpose in Wallflower’s every motion grew, so too did Sunset’s as she rolled her hips against Wallflower in time.
Thrust.
Grind.
Thrust.
Grind.
Thrust and grind, over and over, lost in their lover’s ecstasy as much as their own. Were they getting louder, or was it just the acoustics of the shower? Why was everything so hot? Gosh, Wallflower’s body was dripping wet. Could Wallflower tell where the shower’s moisture ended and where Sunset’s began?
Sunset’s thoughts disappeared just as quickly as they came before fading entirely as watched Wallflower’s flushed and dazedly grinning face descend towards her body. Without any break in motion, Sunset felt Wallflower’s lips and tongue scouring her body. They met her neck and shoulders with hot, desperate kisses. They roamed her throat and collar with tender licks and the occasional nip. As Wallflower’s hand joined in, pressing, stroking, kneading, showering anything that Wallflower’s lips couldn’t reach with attention, Sunset closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall, immersed in the motions and her lover’s ministrations—
“Ah!” Sunset couldn’t stop the loud cry that flew from her throat when, as her hips were chambered for the next thrust, a finger had suddenly and very precisely pressed down on her clitoris. Eyes now wide, Sunset looked down at Wallflower who had stepped back, biting her lip to hold in her laughter. “Y-you...! I—Wallnnh!” Sunset’s hips reflexively thrust against air as the sensitive bump was released with a cheeky stroke.
Giggling as Sunset recovered, Wallflower lightly circled the nub with a single fingertip.
“Sorry,” Wallflower whispered.
Sunset knew she wasn’t.
“I’ll get you back for that,” Sunset smirked. For her comment, she received a light peck on the lips.
“I’m, uh,” Wallflower swallowed nervously. “I’m looking forward to it. Come here?”
Sunset followed Wallflower, guided by the shoulders to lean against the opposite wall, away from the drippings and stream of the showerhead, free from the knobs that threatened to bruise her back. Following the gentle push, Sunset settled into place, widening her stance to allow her girlfriend unrestricted access. Sunset tried to keep her hands to her sides, in her own hair, against the wall—anywhere away from her crotch as she quivered and burned with the urge to rub herself with or on something, anything. Oblivious to her plight—or maybe teasingly ignorant?—Wallflower stepped before her, hands on Sunset’s thighs. Wallflower's lips parted, ready to speak, but faltered.
Wallflower took a quick breath, only to clear her throat, chewing her bottom lip nervously.
Meeting her gaze for just a moment, Wallflower carefully descended, kneeling between Sunset’s legs.
Sunset's breath hitched as she felt the tender kisses dance on her abdomen before sinking even lower, drawing a lazy, wet line down to the crest of her sex, before Wallflower pulled oh-so slightly away. She was so close that Sunset could feel her breath brush against her tender lips. Her heart swelled at the sight of Wallflower, skin flushed and wet and bathed in steam, timidly smiling up at her from between her waiting legs. Her body’s frustration at being teased in such a way made Sunset’s smile shake.
Showers would never feel the same again.
Sunset’s belly tightened. Ohh, what was Wallflower waiting for? They’ve already been teasing each other for over an hour if one included the way they played on the bed.
“W-Wallflower…?”
Maybe it was the involuntary tremble in her voice or just hearing Sunset say her name, but Wallflower’s smile grew a little wider. “Yes?” she hummed with a small tilt of her head. Couldn’t she see how bad Sunset wanted it?
“Wallflower—nnh…” A finger slipped into the crease between Sunset’s eager lips. She could feel it poking, stroking, tantalizingly tracing the barest edge of her opening. She couldn’t help but dip her hips, trying to coax that finger inside if even for just a single moment.
She failed, groaning with want as the finger continued to cheekily prod just the edge of her entrance. Sunset twitched and moaned as, for her efforts, Wallflower gave her clitoris a single brush of her thumb.
“Wallflower…!” She didn’t mean for that to sound like a whine.
“Yes…?” Wallflower was grinning now. This was revenge for the past three days, wasn’t it? What did Wallflower want? Did she want Sunset to beg? The finger that teased her core pressed with a slow, firm rub.
“Wallflower, please!” Screw it, she’d beg on her hands and knees if she had to. “I want you—I want you to… to…!” She wanted Wallflower to kiss her, to love her, to rub her all over, to be inside her, couldn’t she see that—?!
Sunset’s breath escaped in a shuddering moan as Wallflower’s finger slipped inside. She felt her core stretch and squeeze around the slender digit as it slowly filled her, wiggling its way deeper and deeper inside of her. Buried to the knuckle in Sunset’s sex, Wallflower rubbed her walls, traced her folds, and twisted her wrist to and fro. From every direction and angle Sunset felt that finger map the details of her core with vigor. Sunset leant her head against the wall, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure and satisfaction of Wallflower inside of her.
Sunset felt Wallflower slowly draw her finger out, the hallow feeling overshadowed by the sensation of the finger curling over and over against her walls as it retreated. With a frustrated grunt as her lover’s finger got too close to escaping, Sunset’s hips jerked forward, doing its best to keep that pleasurable feeling inside of her—.
Sunset almost screamed as she felt hot lips wrap around her glans in a hot, wet kiss. Wide, shaky eyes snapped their gaze between her legs. Sunset had to clutch the narrow walls in support, stunned as her lover gazed up at her through lidded eyes, her glans engulfed by puckered lips with the hints of an eager smile curling their corners. Sunset tried to call Wallflower’s name, but a flick of a tongue stole her ability to form words.
Another finger joined the first. As they slowly began their plunge, spreading her depths, the tongue roughly trapped Sunset’s glans against Wallflower’s upper lip. The indecent cry that flew from Sunset’s lips went unrestrained as Wallflower’s mouth pulled her in with a small slurp and a hearty suck.
Sunset’s breaths and moans matched Wallflower’s movements as her tongue danced around her glans. Sunset bit her lip as Wallflower alternated between torturing her with light brushes and occasional prods, before rewarding her patience with a rough and wet lick. After uncountable minutes of this pleasure, the mouth pulled away with a small pop. But before Sunset could complain, the two fingers buried deep into her folds began to dance.
Those fingers spread apart, pressed together, crossed, wiggled, and shook. Upturned towards her belly, they curled alternatingly, then together, then unpredictably. Sunset focused on every movement they made as her core squeezed and trembled in delight. They began to slowly pump in and out of her core, dancing, curling eagerly rubbing everything they touched. When Wallflower again dove in to assail her clitoris, Sunset was lost to the world.
Every brush of her lover’s tongue over her glans sent both pleasurable jolts throughout her body and her mind into a hot, steamy mist. More and more she leaned against the wall as her legs shuddered with uncontrollable pleasure.
How long was she like that? It was so hard to keep track of time with Wallflower’s fingers pumping inside of her, her mouth devouring her most sensitive places, her free hand reaching, roaming, grasping at her belly, her breasts, her buttocks, her thighs, anything, everything, Wallflower was taking everything—!
Wallflower’s tongue redoubled its efforts, tormenting Sunset. flicking so strongly, so quickly—how was she even doing that, could she always do that—alternating between rapid flicks and strong, deep licks, unending hot and wet pressure circling, attacking, stimulating, so much, almost too much, building so strongly, so quickly.
“I—abou—Wall—I’m—c-cum—I’m—!” Sunset tried to warn her between her cries and pants that she couldn’t last. The pressure in her loins was building and she was about to break. Wallflower was too good, her fingers pumping and curling in her depths, driving her closer and closer and Sunset was on the crest, on the edge and couldn’t stop, not with Wallflower’s mouth suckling and licking, grinding her tongue so strongly against her—!
The bathroom rang with breathless cries as Sunset came, involuntarily bucking against Wallflower’s face. With a firm hand to Sunset’s abdomen, Wallflower pushedher back against the wall, restricting the way her pelvis jerked as Wallflower relentlesslykept licking kept curling perfect tandem too much too much…!
“Wall—Ah!” Sunset was desperate, hands buried in Wallflower’s hair but unwilling to do more than gently and helplessly push. “Wallflower p-please…!” Sunset begged. “T-too much—s-t-ah, ahh…!” All the while, Wallflower refused to let Sunset go. Waves of pleasure threatened to drown Sunset, pulling her under, leaving her blind to all senses but the ecstasy that held her captive.
She couldn’t stop shaking, didn’t know if she was leaning, if she was falling, was she still cumming? Her breathless sighs sounded pathetic and helpless but she didn’t care—couldn’t care—as her legs failed her and she slid down the wall but even as she was sliding to the ground, Wallflower was there to keep her safe. She felt Wallflower catch her weight against the wall and ease her onto her bottom, only sparing her quivering sex once she was reduced to a babbling, boneless wreck on the wet, shower floor.
She could barely see; she was trembling so much. She felt every inch of Wallflower’s fingers retreat from her quivering depths. Her nethers throbbed with another wave of pleasure as she watched Wallflower give her fingers an experimental taste, then a lick, then a deep suck, milking every bit of Sunset that she could from her fingers.
Then, with that shy little smile of hers, she leaned in towards Sunset’s lips. Sunset could only clumsily reciprocate, their tongues dancing a lazy, messy dance. Wallflower’s giggle chimed in her ears as, more often than not, Sunset’s tongue found its way on Wallflower’s flushed face instead of her mouth. Holding Sunset’s head upright with a hand on her cheek, Wallflower swallowed.
“T-too much?”
“Mbmm…” That wasn’t what she was trying to say. “’mm cmmn, pllsh…” She couldn’t talk. She had to calm down. Her heart was pounding, oh gosh, it was pounding so hard. Though the tides of pleasure began to level into a slowly draining flood, ecstasy was still coursing through her veins. Every rapid exhale came out as a shuddering moan or whimper and Sunset could do nothing to stop it.
Apparently, Wallflower thought that was funny.
“Gosh,” Wallflower managed between her laughs. “Are you okay?”
Okay? Why wouldn’t Sunset be okay? Wallflower was so funny. Knowing that trying to talk would end in failure, Sunset only smiled, nodded, and giggled breathlessly as her ecstasy slowly morphed into a tired euphoria. It took a lot more effort than she expected to take Wallflower’s hand and hold it against her heart.
“Oh gosh your heart is pounding!” Wallflower laughed and all Sunset could do was smile and nod before leaning her head back. Basking.
Wallflower kept her hand right where it was, easing herself onto Sunset’s lap. With both hands against Sunset’s chest, Wallflower leaned in and peppered Sunset’s face with tender kisses. As Sunset felt her crotch throb, her sex twitch with pleasure at every brush of her nipples and sound of every kiss, the soft lips wandering her face, Sunset smiled because she knew that she had found paradise.
So, of course, she felt justified in the whine that came from her lips as Wallflower stood up.
“Wallflowerrrr…!”
“We’re gonna have to get out eventually, Sunset.” Wallflower blinked. “Well, actually there is something…”
Sunset’s brow furrowed in confusion—which quickly transformed into comical terror—as, rather than reaching for the knobs, Wallflower instead reached for the showerhead and soap.
“You still need to be cleaned. And since you’re too tired to do it yourself...” Wallflower’s bubbly hands settled just below Sunset’s ribs.
“W-Wallflower—!”
“Sorry, Sunset. I’ll make sure I clean you up real good!”
As Wallflower oh so helpfully tickled Sunset into oblivion, Sunset lamented that even a dream-come-true could be cruel.
