Freedom is Sweet (Taylor)

[taylore]

Taylor watched as Nyx hesitated and blushed. It hadn't occurred to her that this was the first time Nyx would be doing something like this, though now it was there. Still, Taylor couldn't help but watch how Nyx's lips moved forming each word. The slight rise and fall of her chest and then the feel of the other girl's hand on top of her own. Taylor didn't have to talk her self into it again. She would smile at Nyx and nod softly. Reaching up for the zipper on her hoodie, she would pull it down and slip her arms out of the sleeves. Soon that hoodie would rest on the couch behind her revealing scarred arms. Taylor wore a black tank top under her hoodie and this would be the first time Nyx would be seeing her with out the jacket.

"Yeah... I do..."

Taylor would once again press her lips to Nyx's. She seemed to have totally forgotten her scars. They were the one thing she tried to hide most. Only Luke had ever seen them till now. The blond girl's hands would gently move over Nyx's form. Finger tips once again feeling along the other girl's chest, stomach, thighs... and then slowly moving back up. Being gentle was all Taylor could think of. Taking it slow... she thought that was best. Nyx could tell her to stop at any time and she would. The biggest thing for Taylor was that Nyx was comfortable and was okay with how far they would go.

Taylor's lips would move from Nyx's neck down over her chin, under her chin and keep moving down the girl's neck. Gently her lips would stop over Nyx's breasts. She would turn her grey blue eyes up to the girl and smile softly. Her hands would slowly slip under Nyx's shirt, gently moving over her stomach and sliding up towards her chest.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Nyx wasn't entirely sure what to think. Yes, she wanted this. Yes, she needed this. But was she sure that it was the best thing to do? Not really. Not because she had feelings about Patrick that were unresolved...Nyx didn't feel shit for anyone but her daughter. No, it was just the fact that she had never been with a girl, either as herself or as Nyx...This was a first for her and though she wanted it, she was nervous...because even being a cold heartless bitch most of the time could lend itself to nervousness in a situation like this.

Though as that hoodie was removed, she would slowly trace her tongue along her lower lip, not even seeming to notice the scars. She had her own, way too many of them, and so for her, scars were nothing. If anything, they only added to the attraction. Patrick had scars covering his entire body and even still she knew them by heart. So, as Taylor leaned in to press her lips to Nyx's once more, it was no real surprise when Nyx's hand rose and found one of those scars and began to slowly trace her fingers along it in a manner that was gentle and almost affectionate, showing without words that she found them to be an attractive part of the other girl.

Returning the kiss, her tongue would slowly trace over Taylor's lips, softly asking for entrance, to taste her, to deepen the kiss. A little shiver running down her spine as she shifted to lay back upon the couch, one hand wrapping about the other girl to pull her down atop her, moaning as she felt that hand beginning to trail over her body.

Then, as those lips began to trail along her neck she would gasp softly, biting her lip rather nervously, feeling her drawing closer to that scar that was on her neck, the one that was a bite mark left behind by Patrick and that was a symbol of how out of hand Nyx could become during moments of intimacy. Though she said nothing, simply tilted her head a bit and allowed for more access of her flesh, arching upward into those hands as they slid beneath her shirt.

Looking down onto those grey eyes, she would smile softly, nervously.. Fangs softly nicking her lower lip as she bit down upon it once more, feeling the warmth of her blood as a tiny trail of it began to trickle down her jawline, one of her fangs visible, though she really didn't notice it. No, she was far too lost on the girl that was atop her, wanting her, wanting this.