Thread: The Musician's Overture [GGentleman x Soft Strokes]

Cecilia had knocked about three times, before she was about to give up. Vivian had surely been exhausted. Or maybe, she'd even left? Had she gone back to the city, after all? Had she abandoned her again, even thought she promised not to? That thought subsided most of her anger and hatred, turning it into dismay and sorrow instead. But within all of that, was a slight glimmer of.. Hope. Natalia hadn't told her, that Vivian had left, so surely she had to still be there? Natalia never asked for people to pay up front, so she'd know when Vivian left, and paid, right? Vivian would -not- just walk out, in the middle of the night, without paying. She may have done an abysmal thing, leaving Cecilia behind, without even a word, but she was not going to steal hospitality. Cecilia refused to believe that. Maybe she'd gone back to the Tavern? Gotten drunk? Cecilia had certainly considered that, when first Vivian left. But somewhere, she knew that wasn't true. And when the doors lock was undone, all of that sorrow was removed completely, and back was that.. Feeling. That longing. Seeing Vivian's hair a jumbled mess, didn't help to deter that. That itch. It was late. And at that moment, Cecilia had considered just. Apologizing. Apologizing, and letting the woman go back to sleep. She deserved sleep, and rest. She'd come back, after all. And she'd staid, as she promised. But no. She couldn't now. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to speak, but she couldn't. Instead, she gulped, her expression remaining determined, and. Longing. Cecilia reached out a hand, gently putting it on the opened door, trying to push it open a bit more. She wasn't forceful with this. She wasn't demanding. She was not here, to take something Vivian didn't want to give. Cecilia was many things, but she wasn't malicious. If Vivian wanted to sleep. Wanted Cecilia to go away. She would go away. But if Vivian allowed Cecilia to open the door, she'd step through it. Up close to Vivian, to the point where Vivian would have to look up, and Cecilia down, their slight height difference coming in play. Cecilia nibbled at her lower lip, her expression not foreign to Vivian, if she could recall. She'd had that, every time the two'd had a long day, and Vivian left the shower. It was a look of longing. Of something as simple, but powerful, as lust. And if Vivian still did nothing to deter Cecilia, and that lust, her fingers would wrap around the edge of the door, closing it behind her, and lock it. Without, even for a second, taking her eyes off of Vivian's. Once the door was locked, Cecilia quickly reached out, grabbing Vivian's arm in a firm grip, turning them both around, to push the other woman against the now closed door. She wasn't completely gentle, in the act, the slam against it giving a sound thud, as Cecilia stepped closer. Their breast's met now, rest of their bodies close to doing so as well, as Cecilia's head tilted down by the side of Vivian's, their cheeks touching. Cecilia was breathing heavily, her warm breath touching Vivian's neck. Both her hands was holding Vivian's upper arms now, keeping her in place, pinned between the blonde and the wall. It almost didn't mater now, what Vivian said. Almost. If Vivian made it perfectly clear, that there was no inch of her, who wanted this, Cecilia would stop. But only then. Cecilia tilted her head, pressing the edge of her lips against Vivian's cheek, as if she tried to tilt the other woman's head upwards. Lead her, to meet her lips, without taking full initiative herself. Seconds later, she let their lips meet. Her body was wet and cold, shivering, as she stole a kiss from Vivian, if she didn't immediately give it back. Her right hand stroked down from it's grasp of Vivian's arm, to the side of her towel, grabbing gently on to the cloth. Her hand then pulled, just lightly, letting Vivian's skin bellow the cloth feel her finger's presence. She pulled outwards, trying to move Vivian's body with the wrapped towel, letting their abdomen's meet. Cecilia still wore her large, red dress, but even through all that, when Cecilia pulled a bit harder, Vivian would feel the bulge, hidden beneath the red dress, inside underwear. Cecilia's lips got harsher, her kiss pushing Vivian's head backwards, in a heated fit of passion, as a low groan escaped her lips as well. In that second, Cecilia pulled downwards on the towel, trying to pull it from Vivian's body, and expose her skin to the cold, wet clothes on Cecilia. Amidst all this, Cecilia's mind was hammering. Screaming. Uncertainty was pushed aside, but it was so by force. Her anger and lust, had pushed it aside completely, choking it down into a tiny voice. This left behind a hunger, for something she'd missed for so long. Uncertainty. Anxiety. Anger. These where all common, and something she felt all too often. But lust, had been so far apart, since that painful week. But now, it was back. And it was roaring.