A Barbaric Comfort

Olivia struggled to get her keys in the door. Her hands were still shaking, and the numbing wind that followed her home wasn't making it any easier. Her eyes which had been watering as she walked, were flowing as the frustration overtook her.

Finally the key locked into place and she was able to open the door and enter Paul's flat. She stepped into the pitch black room and turned to close the door. It clicked shut.

She stood in the dark with her head against the door and sobbed. The tears dripped down onto the tiles below. Her one relief was that Paul had been sent up to Blackpool. She didn't want him to see her cry again.

It had taken what felt like an hour to get the blood off her face and hands. She had pulled the trigger, and the head of the policeman had just disappeared. There shouldn't have been so many police there. There must be a mole in the Resistance. Some traitORUOS BASTARD!

The flame of rage boiled up in Olivia's stomach only to be smothered by another crushing wave of tears. The icy water of the garden tap Joshua had sent her to may have washed away the red, but she could still feel the sticky, warm blood between her fingers.

Light suddenly flooded the room.

"Olivia?" Matilda's voice was like a warm blanket over her shoulders. The one good thing left in this world.

She turned to see her, groggy from sleep and wearing her nightie, sitting up on Paul's dirty sofa. She had flicked on the old lamp that sat on the window table.

Even in the dim light Matilda could see the glistening streaks of wet, sat on Olivia's cheeks and her bloodshot eyes.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Matilda ran toward her. The girls warm feet padding on the cold tiles. She threw her arms around Olivia. The handbag Olivia had been holding was discarded and her arms moved over Matilda's shoulders, pulling her in tighter. Her head moved down onto Matilda's shoulder and the tension in her body fell away. She almost collapsed into her as she lost all semblance of composure, the tears wettening the blue cotton nightie.

They stood there for a while. Held in each other's embrace.

When Olivia was able to hold herself up again, Matilda moved her over to the sofa and sat her down.

"Are you okay Liv? What happened?" Matilda held the crying girl's hand in her lap.

"It all went to shit Mattie. We got there and it just…" Olivia looked up at Matilda. Her face was inches away. She forgot what she was saying. She launched herself toward the girl next to her. Desperately seeking the comfort of her lips.

Matilda was taken aback but quickly moved back to regain her position as their lips locked and unlocked. Olivia's hands played with the hem of the nightie as it sat just below her lover's knee. She took both sides in her hands and moved to slide it up Matilda's legs. When it reached the top of her thighs, she lifted herself to allow it passage. Finally, with her arms raised, it was fully removed, leaving the girl naked to the air, except for the hazy shadows that cut across her.

Olivia pulled her legs to move Mattie onto her back and positioned herself atop of her.

With one hand supporting her and the other playing with one of Mattie's piercing nipples, she kissed the girl's neck and started her journey downwards.

Her mouth reached the breasts and took the nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard and used her tongue to play with the erect nipple.

Eventually, with some reluctance, she continued downwards. Her mouth was replaced with her free hand, which began to work on the now wet, pink nipple.

Olivia looked at the sight in front of her. The soft layer of fair hair that coated Matilda's vulva was now slightly sodden with excitement.

She lowered her mouth and used her tongue to circle the opening, before moving back up to focus on the girl's clitoris.

Her right hand moved down to assist and her first two fingers entered the warm, soft folds. A flick of Liv's tongue brought a moan to Matilda's throat and she lowered her head back to the arm of the sofa. She closed her eyes and brought a hand to cup the now abandoned breast. The other moved to hold Olivia's hair out of the way.

Olivia alternated her hands and mouth on the engorged clit in front of her. Only a few years ago, she could never have imagined that she would ever get to do this to the beautiful new girl. The girl who joined her school so late and made her feel like she couldn't breathe whenever she caught her eye. Only a year before that she had stood and watched with her father as a neighbour packed his car once the murmurs of what he was doing with other men began to grow louder. The image of the broken windows and dented doors was one Olivia fell asleep to regularly.

Soon, Matilda's hand moved into Liv's hair to pull her head closer. The legs, previously splayed wide open, squeezed tight over Liv's ears. The fingers picked up speed and the tongue moved down expectantly. Matilda began to whimper and moan softly. A shiver ran through her veins, and a warm wave crashed over her mind, before the tide began to slowly rescind. Even the cold night air retreated, she lay like a smoldering fire in a frosted forest.

Olivia sat herself up. Mattie's cum coated her lips and dripped off her chin. It caught the light from the lamp and glistened. She licked her lips, savouring the sweet taste. Matilda opened her eyes and smiled. She brought her lips up to Liv's and kissed her. She licked the girl's chin clean of her own cum and once again locked lips with her.

Olivia was still fully clothed, in complete contrast to Mattie's nakedness, her short healed straps felt tighter than ever. She kicked the shoes off as Matilda's hands moved to her pink blouse.

The buttons were slowly undone, one by one. It fell away to reveal the pink lace bra beneath. Matilda ignored the small holes in the fabric and the faded colouring and reached behind to unclasp it.

Liv shrugged off the straps from her shoulders and threw the bra to the floor. Her small breasts exposed to the cold, her nipples immediately caught the biting air and raised themselves off her chest.

Next came her long dress. She stood up off the sofa, letting Mattie grab the sides, before pulling it hard and letting it fall softly to the floor.

Her hands moved finally to Olivia's panties. Much more slowly this time, she pulled them down off their high resting point. As they moved lower, they exposed the bare skin of Olivia's lips that she had taken to shaving. The fabric pulled away and the gooey strands of excitement came with it. Mattie stopped pulling and swiped her finger through the columns. She locked eyes with Olivia and brought the coated finger to her mouth, sucking it clean.

Once Olivia was stripped, she was brought back down onto the firm sofa cushions. This time Mattie was the one on top. Her mouth engulfed Olivia's smaller breast and her fingers pinched hard where her mouth could not be.

Olivia repeated what Mattie had down previously, although on the opposing side of the burnt orange sofa. She rested her head back on the arm rest and closed her eyes.

Mattie played with her breasts and as she did she became rougher. The pinching became harder and the biting more painful. But Olivia couldn't say that she wasn't enjoying it, she could feel how much she was enjoying it as she was becoming wetter and wetter.

Instinctively, her hand moved down to her clit. But it was caught inches from its destination by a hand around her wrist. Olivia's head shot up. Mattie's mouth was still over her left nipple as she pushed the arm back over Olivia's head. She shook her head and her eyes spoke. No. I'm going to decide when you cum.

The flame inside Liv roared from the denial.

Olivia couldn't tell how long she had been lying there, with a mouth on her nipple. By the time Matilda pulled away, both were red raw. One by pinching, one by biting. A large red circle surrounded her areola from the tight seal of Mattie's mouth had been.

Mattie pulled back to look at what she had denied Liv. The light bounced off the wetness that coated her lips. It had flowed down over her anus and was beginning to soak into the cushion fabric.

Mattie spoke with a dominating undertone. "You've made a real mess haven't you?" Liv could barely move. "Don't worry I'll clean it up for you."

She lowered her head until she was forced to turn her head and rest her cheek on the cushion. Her tongue glided over Olivia's anus and moved up from there. She cleaned away the wetness and replaced it with a thin laying of her saliva.

When she felt the tongue exploring her folds, Liv thought she was finally going to be able to cum. But, instead Matilda began to run her tongue up and down her slit agonisingly slow. A sigh of frustration left Olivia's lips. Mattie smiled and continued her work.

Slowly, she introduced her hands to Liv's soft folds. She used one finger to circle her opening as her tongue passed by, occasionally brushing the clit. Much to Olivia's frustration. For all she had sacrificed for it, the Germans could land, and England could fall into the sea and she wouldn't notice. Right now, there was nothing more she wanted than to cum.

After a torturously long period of time, Mattie began to pick up speed. Her tongue moved fast over Liv's opening, carelessly nudging the clit. Her fingers entered Olivia and were greeted by the walls tightening around them.

At last Matilda's mouth moved to focus on Liv's clit. The feeling of the soft tongue working her finally pushed her over the edge.

She released her breath and moaned loudly as the orgasm hit her like a tsunami. As if waiting for the signal, Mattie took her hand to Liv's clit, while her fingers moved in and out of the welcoming slit. She worked vigorously to push the euphoria higher and higher.

Olivia came hard. Cum flowed out of her like a burst dam. And there waiting to clean her up was Mattie. Her tongue was already lapping up the juices as they escaped before Liv realised there was no longer a hand on her clit.

After the orgasmic fog had cleared, Olivia brought her hand to her forehead, her chin wobbled for a second and she burst into tears.

“Liv are you okay?! I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Matilda sat up just in time to catch Liv throwing her arms over her. She held her tight and muffled into her shoulder.

“I just love you so fucking much.”

Matilda drowned in the statement and followed Olivia into tears. She pulled the girl off her, placed her hands on Olivia’s shoulders and looked her dead in the eyes, as much as she could through the tears.

“I love you too. More than you could ever know.”

They locked lips again, the tears streamed down both faces. It acted like glue when they tried to part.

They rested their heads on each other’s shoulders, and they realised what they both had known for a long time. There was no life without each other. Both would rather die than live without the other.

Eventually the light was turned off and the couple drifted off into a deep sleep. The type of sleep none in England had experienced in twenty years, one of freedom. That is what they were fighting for. That is what they were willing to die to achieve.

*Author: Unknown*