Stormbound - pt 9 - by Gun Brooke

Tiffany inhaled deeply. Izzy's scent was intoxicating and added to her arousal. She pushed a hand down between them, cupping Izzy's sex gently. Careful not to aggravate the scar she knew ran across Izzy's abdomen, she pressed her palm against the shivering woman.

“Tiffany!” Izzy raised her head and stared down at her, her eyes narrow slits.

“You're so hot against me. Like a flame.”

“Oh, God.” Izzy seemed to teeter on the edge of something, perhaps a decision, and then she pressed her body firmer against Tiffany's hand. “So are you. You're burning me.”

“I'll help soothe you.” Tiffany welcomed Izzy's weight on her body. Izzy had moved her arms, now resting on her elbows. She pressed new kisses on Tiffany's neck, working her way to her mouth. Tiffany parted her lips and once Izzy kissed her, she welcomed her tongue in, returning the kiss with every fiber of her being.

Everywhere Izzy's body touched hers, small fires erupted, sending arrows of pleasure throughout Tiffany's system. Her toes actually curled and she slid her legs up and down around Izzy's body, wanting to greedily touch her everywhere possible.

“You feel so good, Izzy. I...I want you. Please.”

“Tiff?” Izzy raised her head, breathing fast. “What...exactly do you mean by that?”

“I want you.” Tiffany frowned, trying to understand Izzy's question.

“Want me to touch you? Take you?”

The words sent shivers through Tiffany and more wetness pooled between her legs. “All of the above. Anything you want.” She hadn't made love to anyone in ages, or at least a year, but Tiffany knew there was something irresistible, and dependable, about Izzy that made it possible to lower all her defenses.

“You have to be sure.”

“I am sure.” Tiffany massaged Izzy's breasts. “If I was on top, I'd show you how sure I am.”

“Really?” Suddenly a new, confident and utterly sexy smile spread over Izzy's lips. “That can be arranged.” She sat up between Tiffany's legs and pulled her with her. She slowly lowered herself onto the opposite armrest of the plush couch, not letting go of Tiffany. “There. Easy.”

Delighted, Tiffany took at the naked form beneath her. Her probing gaze clearly made Izzy's new found confidence falter. Probably out of sheer reflex, Izzy's hands covered as much of her scars as possible and she blinked repeatedly.

“No. Don't. You never have to hide from me.” Tiffany pulled the reluctant hands away, not taking her eyes off Izzy's toned body. “Izzy. You're beautiful.” She gently kissed the scar that rounded Izzy's shoulder, following it down to her breast. Sidetracked by a puckered nipple, she let her lips and tongue pay tribute to it and its counterpart before she moved to the scar across Izzy's abdomen. This was the worst one. Jagged, with several deep indentations, it was just as red as the others, and the tissue was rigid and hard. Tiffany was torn between her arousal and her empathy, but her libido won and she kissed along the scar, but continued past it, down to the small tuft of hair at the apex of Izzy's thighs.

Izzy whimpered and shoved her fingers into Tiffany's hair. Tiffany wasn't sure if she was trying to pull her closer or push her away, but hoped for the best and lowered her mouth to Izzy's inner thighs. She kissed, licked, nibbled, and soon she had moved to the sensitive folds between Izzy's legs. Feeling new confidence and so aroused, she wondered if she would actually come before Izzy. Tiffany savored the scent and taste that was her new lover...lover...and soon Izzy was undulating against her, and definitely pulling her closer.

“Tiff...oh, God, Tiff...what are you doing to me?” Izzy moaned and pressed her feet into the cushions, lifting herself off the couch.

“Just let go, Izzy,” Tiffany murmured against the drenched folds. “Let it go.” She let her tongue flatten against the ridge of nerves right before her. “Come for me.”

“Ah!” Izzy went rigid before convulsions rode her body hard. Her moans and whimpers filled the room, and Tiffany made sure she stayed with her, slowing the caresses gradually to not jar Izzy at the end of her orgasm. Finally, Izzy relaxed, reaching for Tiffany with both hands. “Come here, Tiff. Please. I need...to hold you.”

Gladly, Tiffany crept up along Izzy's body, mindful of where she put her hands and weight. Izzy tucked her in against her uninjured shoulder and kissed her deeply.

“You certainly did show me,” she murmured.

“I did, didn't I?” Tiffany beamed. “Was it good?”

“Was it good?” Izzy shook her head. “I don't think 'good' can begin to describe it.”

“Better than good? Wow.” Tiffany was thrilled, but also uneasy since her own feelings were still rampaging and she was fidgeting, even if she tried to keep still and let Izzy enjoy the afterglow.

“Much better than good.” Izzy raised herself up on her elbow, leaning above Tiffany. There was the now familiar dark fire in her eyes, and Tiffany realized with a start that even if Izzy had come, she was still not entirely satisfied. As if this revelation sparked her own flame, she began to tremble again, feeling new beads of sweat form on her upper lip.

Izzy bent down and licked them away before kissing her so profoundly, Tiffany thought someone robbed them of all the oxygen in the cabin.

Izzy caressed her from her breast to her thighs, over and over, but Tiffany was too impatient, too far gone.

“I'm sorry. I can't be romantic, I want you so much.” Tiffany spoke fiercely, pushing Izzy's hand down her body. “I need your touch.” Blushing she looked up at Izzy, trying to read her emotions. It turned out it wasn't all that hard. Izzy's face mirrored her own, desire and something more, something tender that Tiffany was too afraid to place a word upon. She felt it within her own heart, the softness beneath the turbulent arousal, something that was more than mere lust.

Izzy slid her free hand between Tiffany's thighs. Tiffany in turn spread her legs willingly, bending her knees. When Izzy hesitated at her entrance, Tiffany murmured another 'please'. She went inside. The sweet friction only had to go on for a few moments and then Tiffany was overwhelmed by a nearly searing pleasure that tore through her lower abdomen. Flustered and sweaty, she clung to Izzy, calling out her name repeatedly.

“I'm here. I'm right here.” Izzy nearly echoed Tiffany's words from earlier. Her voice was slightly strained and she was pressing her sex against Tiffany's thigh. Wanting Izzy to find release again, Tiffany pushed back, rubbing against Izzy as her own orgasm still made her shiver.

Izzy finally held her tight and hid her face in Tiffany's curls. “Ohhh...”

“Izzy...”

“Yes.”

“Anyway.”

***

It was so wonderful to crawl into bed with Tiffany that evening, Izzy thought as she spooned behind the petite woman in her arms. Tiffany and she had spent long moments indulging in what Tiffany defined as 'pillow-talk' on the couch. After a while they made a simple dinner and talked some more. They avoided the harsh subjects of the threat against Tiffany and Izzy's past as a soldier, and instead focused on childhood memories, interests, favorite movies and the frequent touching.

Izzy couldn't wrap her brain around the fact that Tiffany only cared about her scars in the sense that she was upset regarding the pain Izzy had lived through. Looking in the mirror, Izzy knew how ugly, no, repulsive they were. Tiffany had tried reverse psychology the only time the subject came up during the afternoon.

“So you would find me ugly and repulsive if I had a scar?” she asked, her blue eyes nearly gray.

The thought of anything happening to Tiffany, anything painful and bad that would leave scars on her flawless skin drove Izzy to distraction.

“Well?” Tiffany prodded.

“No, of course not.” It was true, and the reasoning worked, because clearly Tiffany talked the talk and walked the walk when it came to physical imperfection. She'd been mindful not to cause Izzy pain, but she hadn't avoided the scars, nor had she lingered on them.

“Aha. Thought as much. So either we're both noble, or it simply doesn't' matter when you l—like someone.”

Izzy heard Tiffany stumble on the word beginning with an 'L' and it startled her into action. She cleared the table and put more logs on the wood-burning fire-stove.

They had gone to bed around nine, and though she was sore and tired, Izzy still felt her heart pick up speed at the thought of laying next to Tiffany. Now she reveled in the feeling of the small buttocks pressed against her thighs and how good it felt to settle in with her arm around Tiffany's waist.

“Mm.” Izzy closed her eyes. “So, Farlow's Creek tomorrow.”

“Yes.” Tiffany yawned behind a polite hand. “Disposable cell phone. Post office. Disposable cellphone.”

“Good memory.”

“I wish.” Tiffany chuckled. “It's easy to remember when it's important.”

“What are you going to say to your mom? How much does she know?”

“She doesn't know these people are out to get me, but she knows something is wrong. That's why I need to call her. Grandma isn't doing so well, and something like this could kill her.” Tiffany began to cry. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to start blubbering.”

“Hey. It's okay to cry when you're scared. And it's normal to be scared when someone threatens you. I'm here.”

“Thank—anyway.”

“Anyway.”

They lay in silence and Izzy listened to the crackling sound of firewood burning in the stove. She needed to come up with a strategy for tomorrow. They had done a good job of covering Tiffany's tracks, but unless she left Tiffany behind at the cabin, she would be seen. Izzy immediately ruled that out as an option. There was no way she was going to leave Tiffany alone, so the only course of action was to take the girl with her and have a viable story to explain her presence if anyone asked. It was better to plan and be prepared for the unexpected then just rely on fate. Izzy inhaled the familiar scent of her home made shampoo from Tiffany's hair. It still didn't smell quite the same as out of the jar. It had a special tinge to it, something that was only Tiffany. Izzy buried her damaged face into the rich curls. They needed to cover up that beautiful head of hair.

Izzy smiled. She'd be able to spot Tiff in any crowd.

"What am I going to do with you?" Izzy whispered. "You're dangerous to my heart."

Izzy tried to silence the hopeful voice that insisted she'd finally found her place. Tiffany was a temporary guest, and the closer she allowed her to get, the lonelier Izzy would become once she was gone.

Continued in part 10