Stormbound - pt 8 - by Gun Brooke

Tiffany trembled as she looked up at Izzy. She tried to gauge her expression, but apart from being a shimmery emerald, Izzy's inertia told her nothing. Tiffany brushed along Izzy's lower lip with her thumb, trying to convey the gentleness in her feelings. She admitted to herself that a much strong, fervid passion lay waiting beneath the softness, and she wanted to feel Izzy's lips against her so badly.

“Izzy?” Tiffany prodded quietly.

“God.” Izzy framed Tiffany's face with her hands. She smoothed her eyebrows with her thumbs, then moved them down to Tiffany's cheekbones, touching them in the same manner. Her green eyes roamed Tiffany's face, over and over, as if she looked for some enigmatic sign or something.

Tiffany smiled up at Izzy. Something told her Izzy needed reassuring, needed further evidence that Tiffany meant what she said. Trustingly, she met Izzy's gaze, and slowly, Izzy lowered her head. She hovered over Tiffany's lips for a moment, their breaths blending.

“I...I can't resist you.” Izzy's words, said with such anxiety, made Tiffany's heart bleed.

“I don't want you to. Kiss me, Izzy.” She pulled Izzy closer, wrapped her arms around her neck.

Slowly, Izzy pressed her lips against Tiffany's, who in turn closed her eyes and moaned. The softness of Izzy's lips were more exciting, more arousing than she'd bargained for. Tiffany could feel Izzy tremble, but she could still not resist the urge to take it to the next level. She parted her lips a little bit, offering her mouth to Izzy, but not initializing anything more intimate than that.

Izzy whimpered, her arms suddenly tight around Tiffany's waist, pulling her tightly toward her. Tiffany clung to Izzy, pushing her fingers into her dark hair. She gasped when Izzy's tongue met her own, caressing it over and over.

Tiffany could hardly breathe. She returned the kiss, tasting Izzy and her heart filled with such overwhelming emotions, all of them new and nameless.

“Tiffany, wait...” Izzy pulled back, looking dazed. She blinked repeatedly, looking at Tiffany in confusion mixed with desire. “We shouldn't.”

“Shouldn't what? Kiss?” Tiffany smoothed down Izzy's hair that she'd just tousled only seconds ago. “I think we should definitely kiss. We're good at it.”

“Surely you can't take it that lightly? That kiss...that was not just any kiss.”

“That's what I said.” Tiffany shook her head. “It's worth repeating, don't you think?”

A slow, beautiful smile spread on Izzy's lips. “It sure is.”

“Then how about getting comfortable, and repeating it? Tiffany was experiencing a complete paradox. On one hand, she was steaming from the red hot kiss, and on the other, she was shivering from being cold after her bath.

“God, you're freezing.” Before Tiffany could respond, Izzy had lifted her up, blanket, towel and all, and was walking into the living room area of the cabin. She stopped by the bed, but then kept walking toward a couch at the far wall. She sat down with Tiffany on her lap, pulling more blankets around them, thus creating a cocoon of sorts.

“Oh, this is cozy!” Tiffany squirmed to get comfortable. “Mm, much better. Much, much better.”

“Are you sure?” Izzy's low voice sounded suddenly stark and remote.

“Izzy, no. Come back to me. Don't pull back.” Scared that she was losing ground again, Tiffany rose within the cocoon of soft blankets and straddled Izzy's legs. She cupped her cheeks, inadvertently touching Izzy's scar. “Oh! Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“Izzy. Please.”

Growling deep in the back of her throat, Izzy took Tiffany by the shoulders and held her firmly.

***

The sight of Tiffany, sitting on her lap, one thigh on each side of Izzy's legs, made her blood simmer. Izzy held Tiffany's shoulders, wanting to shake her for igniting these feeling, these dangerous feelings, in her.

“Izzy?”

“Shh.” Izzy couldn't think, couldn't chase the thoughts of their smoldering kiss out of her mind as long as she heard Tiffany's voice. There was something about that sweet, clear voice, it was like a cool, refreshing brook, and yet it stirred something hot and molten inside her. “Tiff. This is insane. You don't know anything about me, and I know very little about you. I don't get this.”

“I know what I feel.” Tiffany's eyes pleaded with Izzy to understand.

“Then you know a hell of a lot more than I do.” Izzy knew she sounded too harsh, but she was busy trying to get her panic under control and the close proximity to Tiffany wasn't exactly helpful.

“You regret it.” Tiffany's eyes, normally a brilliant blue, dulled to a faded blue-gray. “I'm sorry.” She began to pull back, but the defeated look on her face tore painfully at Izzy's heart.

“God, Tiff.” Izzy didn't let go. Instead she pulled her in for a firm embrace, wanting to hold on even if she didn't dare to kiss her again. “Don't ever think that. We both know it was a fantastic kiss.”

“One of a kind?”

“One of a kind.”

Tiffany pressed her face against Izzy's neck and to Izzy's dismay she felt moisture, which she could only deduct was Tiffany's tears. Great. I made her cry. The girl asks for a kiss, and I made her weep. Damn. Izzy decided to stop berating herself and act instead. She pushed her hands up along Tiffany's back, along her neck and laced her fingers into her hair. Massaging her scalp, Izzy listened to the blissful sighs from Tiffany, smiling faintly.

“So good,” Tiffany mumbled and tipped her head back. Still straddling Izzy's legs, she now slid sideways and curled up against her shoulder. “Than...oops. Anyway.”

“Anyway.” Izzy tried to decipher the origin of the warmth in her belly, which, combined with the sweet ache in her heart, was totally new to her. She looked into the brilliant blue of Tiffany's eyes and it only seemed to emphasize the strange sensations. “You comfy, Tiff?”

“I am. And I like it.”

“Being comfy?”

“Being called Tiff. My first nickname.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Mom and Grandma doesn't exactly approve of nicknames. They are quite...proper. Lovely women, don't get me wrong, but proper.”

“I understand.” Izzy really didn't. How could a person disagree with nicknames. Hadn't they ever called Tiffany 'sweetie', 'honey', or 'cutie' even when she was little? With a woman looking as cute as Tiffany did now as an adult, she must've been adorable as a child.

“What's Izzy short for?” Tiffany asked.

“Izabelle.”

“Nice to meet you, Isabelle. I'm Tiffany Ashton, a.k.a. Tiff.” Grinning broadly Tiffany held out her hand, which in turn made the blankets and towel shift enough for her right breast to nearly escape.

“Izabelle Delainey. “

“Beautiful.” Tiffany leaned forward and Izzy's breath caught in her throat. She found herself staring at a clearly visible, perfect breast, unable to avert her eyes. God Almighty, it's like I'm sex starved or something. Izzy knew it wasn't exactly an exaggeration.

“Oh.” Tiffany had noticed the escapee, but did nothing to cover up. Instead, an impish smile sent devilish sparkles to her eyes and she tilted her head as she studied Izzy's face. “You like?”

“Like?” Was she crazy? Izzy felt ready to latch on to the pale breast with the plump, pink nipple and worship it.

“You look like you sort of do.” Clearly teasing Izzy, Tiffany giggled. “Sorry. I can't help it. The look in your eyes...”

“You're so beautiful, Tiff. You're the prettiest woman I've ever seen.”

“I am?” Tiffany managed to look both pleased and a little unnerved.

“Yes. You're also the kindest person I've ever met.”

“Oh, good.” Looking relieved, Tiffany simply pulled Izzy's towel away from her right shoulder and kissed it. “I don't want you to think I'm shallow. I know I come across as pretty superficial, but it's not true.”

“Never crossed my mind.” Izzy tried to focus on speaking, but the feel of Tiffany's lips on her skin made it close to impossible.

“Good,” Tiffany said again. She sneaked a hand inside the towel and placed it on Izzy's stomach, barely touching the scar there. “Tell me if I do anything that hurts, okay?”

“Oh...okay?” Izzy wasn't sure about anything, but so far nothing hurt.

Tiffany started caressing her, moving her hands in small circles and the sensations sent tremors throughout Izzy's body. She altered between a full, hands on touch and a softer, fingertips only, caress. The latter created goose bumps along Izzy's arms and legs, and she felt her body react in a more intimate way as well. Praying Tiffany wouldn't notice, Izzy pressed her legs tighter together.

“You're skin, it's so soft, so smooth.” Tiffany spoke huskily, so unlike her normal bright voice. “And that six pack...it's fabulous. I'm envious.”

“Thank—hm, anyway.”

“Anyway.” Tiffany sounded so tender when she repeated the word that was quickly becoming a sort of private joke, or a code word between them. She slid her fingertips further up, until they rested just beneath Izzy's right breast. Carefully, Tiffany used one finger to circle it, over and over, and in continuously smaller circles. Izzy held her breath, waiting for the moment when Tiffany would reach her nipple, which was already diamond hard. “May I?” Tiffany asked in a whisper, halting her hand just before she reached her goal.

“Tiff...yes...” Part of Izzy wished she would've had the resilience to say no, to keep their friendship casual and safe. The other part of her was frightened, but eagerly awaiting the touch. Finally Tiffany's hand closed over Izzy's breast, softly massaging it for a moment, before she allowed her thumb to flick the pebbled nipple.

“Oh!” Izzy drew a deep breath, and new moisture gathered between her legs. “Tiffany...”

“Feel good?” Tiffany breathed in Izzy's ear. “Like this?”

“Oh, God, yes.” It was embarrassing to feel this starved for touching, for affection, and yet Tiffany made it possible for Izzy to enjoy it without feeling judged.

“Please, Izzy. Touch me?” The quite request was so endearing, and so arousing, Izzy acted without hesitation. She moved Tiffany to the side on the couch, pushing her onto her back. Tugging the blankets away, she yanked at the towel that was still half wrapped around Tiffany, baring her from the waist and up. She stared at plump breasts, her mouth watering.

“Stunning.” Izzy looked at the pink nipples, saw them harden even more, and she lowered herself slowly, making sure she didn't put any weight on Tiffany. Cupping Tiffany's left breast, she lowered her head and took it into her mouth. The texture and taste was intoxicating. She worked it with her tongue, over and over.

Tiffany moaned, holding Izzy's head in her hands. Arching, she pushed as if to get even closer, and Izzy took it as a sign that she needed more. She began kissing a trail between her breasts, devouring them both, but eventually that wasn't enough. Izzy moved up, until she could look into Tiffany's eyes again. She saw the look of abandon on the sweet face, and she couldn't resist kissing her. Tiffany's lips met hers with the same fervor, and her arms wrapped tightly around Izzy's neck.

“You taste so good.” Tiffany murmured the words into Izzy's mouth. “You feel wonderful, and I can't get enough.” She undulated barely noticeably against Izzy as she met her tongue in a slow dance. “Mm.”

Izzy reached down and pulled Tiffany's leg up and around her hip. She wanted to feel Tiffany around her, inside her, and the silky thigh was a miracle. Before she knew what happened, Tiffany had raised her other leg too, and wrapped it around her. Izzy's head span, and she felt she was losing control. Their fire burned so fervidly, it was as if their skin was fusing from the heat they created. Fighting down the feeling that things might be going too fast, be too hot, Izzy pressed her lips against Tiffany's neck, nibbling the skin. Tiffany cried out, startling her, but Izzy realized quickly that it was from arousal, not pain. Still, the short moment of trepidation had managed to break the mood enough for Izzy to know they needed to slow down. Not stop, altogether, but slow down.

That was before Tiffany's next move.

Continued in part 9