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Though they had exchanged letters these past several months, to see Giselle again made Agnea's heart flutter. As lamps shined brightly outside, the two of them shared a private room in a New Delsta inn, and Agnea remembered the first kiss they had shared at the return of the dawn as Giselle reached across the bed to cup her cheek.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Agnea said softly, pressing her hand to Giselle's.
"Yes, it does feel that way." A slow smile came upon Giselle's lips; Agnea knew she still grieved for Tanzy. "Since your last letter, I've been counting down the days until you arrived in New Delsta."
Agnea grinned. With the both of them traveling, it was often difficult to maintain their epistolary correspondence. "Maybe after my performance here, I can travel with your troupe a while."
"I'd like that." Giselle tucked a strand of hair behind Agnea's ear. "I've added some new members since last we met."
"That's wonderful to hear," Agnea said with a faint giggle. Giselle really did appear more confident, and although a faint blush graced her cheeks, the way she smiled now at Agnea was nothing sort of alluring.
They were something of a couple now, but after Agnea and her companions had brought back the dawn, she and Giselle hadn't much time together before Giselle set out again with her traveling troupe, and shortly afterwards Agnea had received invitations from multiple towns to perform. Finally the fates had aligned and her path crossed with Giselle's again, reawakening all those feelings of desire. Her eyes fell upon Giselle's lips, and again she remembered all those kisses they had shared together.
Giselle watched her, drawing fingers down her face, and she closed the gap between them with a kiss.
In the time they had been apart, Agnea's fantasies of Giselle had grown more vivid, and she hadn't realized that it was possible to feel so strongly about another person like this. Over and over she kissed Giselle, and her heart felt as if it were about to burst. Giselle reached low to slide her hand underneath Agnea's skirt, and Agnea let out a sharp gasp.
Immediately Giselle stopped. "Is this all right?" she asked, worry clear on her face.
"It's fine," Agnea replied, taking Giselle's other hand into hers. "It's just… this is my first time, and I want to make sure I do it right."
Giselle let out a weak laugh. "I've been with other women before, so I like to think I know what I'm doing." She planted a kiss on the back of Agnea's hand. "What's important is love, and I love you, Agnea."
"I love you too, Giselle," Agnea said with a laugh of her own, and she took Giselle's face between her hands and drew closer for another kiss.
They lay together on the soft bed sheets, hands pulling at each other's clothing. Agnea helped Giselle out of her clothes first, unbuttoning her blazer and undershirt, and then working on her trousers and red stockings, and Agnea felt her cheeks flush each time her fingers brushed against Giselle's bare skin. Giselle's hands were more confident as she unlaced the back of Agnea's bodice, and her eyes went wide upon seeing Agnea's bared breasts. Agnea's blush deepened, and Giselle recovered from her stupor long enough to help Agnea shrug off the rest of her dress and undergarments.
Once they were both nude, Agnea let her gaze fall over Giselle's body. Giselle was tall and lean, and her skin seemed radiant even in this dim light. A heated smile came upon her lips, contrasting with the blush on her face, and she reached out to caress Agnea's cheek. "You're very beautiful, my dear dreamer," she said in a low murmur.
Agnea's entire body grew warm. She could dance in front of hundreds and not break a sweat, but that desire in Giselle's handsome gaze lit a different kind of fire in her heart. "And so are you," she replied, her voice equally low, and again she pressed her lips to Giselle's for a kiss.
Giselle was gentle as she pushed Agnea's back onto the bed sheets, lightly pinning Agnea's wrists as she deepened the kiss. Encouraged, Agnea slipped her tongue past Giselle's lips, eager and clumsy, and her body squirmed beneath Giselle's as arousal coiled deep within her. Giselle chuckled as she took her lips from Agnea's, and in her eyes was a newfound confidence as she stared down at Agnea, a far cry from the stage-frightened woman in Tropu'hopu.
("You inspire hope, Agnea," Giselle had told her after she and her companions had brought back the dawn. "Your dancing reminds us that the world can be beautiful.")
A gentle smile upon her lips, Giselle drew her hands down Agnea's arms, her fingertips gliding across the skin, and Agnea's body shivered in anticipation. Giselle traced her fingers along Agnea's collarbone with an exaggerated flourish, and when those hands finally cupped her breasts, Agnea couldn't help but gasp sharply.
"Your breasts are quite lovely," Giselle purred, lowering her face to the juncture of Agnea's neck and shoulder. "And so soft too." As she peppered Agnea's throat with kisses, she gave Agnea's breasts a gentle squeeze.
Heat filled Agnea's body, and she felt her nipples tighten the more Giselle fondled her breasts. She clutched Giselle's shoulders tightly, and soft moans escaped from her lips. Giselle's fingers were confident and eager, digging into the tender flesh of Agnea's breasts, and she left a trail of kisses along the length of Agnea's throat. With a shaking hand, Agnea seized Giselle's chin to plant a kiss of her own on Giselle's lips, and her other hand grew tangled in Giselle's hair.
Their lips locked, Giselle rolled Agnea's stiff nipples between her fingers, sending jolts through Agnea's body; her breasts were particularly sensitive, a discovery that Giselle clearly took delight in. She writhed beneath Giselle, her feet scrambling to find purchase on the bed sheets. How Giselle groped her breasts and teased her nipples now was like nothing she had ever felt before, an arousal stronger than any she had given herself. Since reuniting in Merry Hills - no, maybe since their first meeting in Tropu'hopu - she had longed to feel Giselle's hands on her body, for Giselle to touch her so intimately.
Her arousal ached, begging for more. She wrapped her arms around Giselle's back, drawing her fingernails along the length of Giselle's spine, and she giggled at how Giselle's body trembled at that touch. She wasn't as experienced at this kind of thing as Giselle was, but still she longed to feel Giselle as close to her as possible. She touched Giselle wherever she could reach, and she could feel how Giselle's heartbeat quickened.
Giselle took a hand from Agnea's breast and slid it over her stomach, and she almost let out a disappointed moan, but instead inhaled sharply when Giselle slipped that hand between her thighs. Giselle's deft fingers teased Agnea's clit as she lowered her face to take Agnea's nipple between her lips, and her other hand still fondled Agnea's other breast. Clamping Giselle's hand between her thighs, her body began to arch against Giselle's, and Giselle slid a finger into her, brushing past her swollen clit.
"G-Giselle…" Agnea stammered, unable to keep her body still. Giselle muttered something against Agnea's breast as she pressed her warm tongue to Agnea's nipple and rubbed her thumb over the other, and all Agnea could do was let out breathless moans and throw her head back. Giselle's fingers were careful yet teasing as they slid in and out of Agnea, playfully coaxing her aching clit closer and closer to pleasure.
She soon came with a loud, strained cry, fiery pleasure bursting through her entire body. The ecstasy was almost painful, and she was too aware of each and every moment of Giselle's fingers. Yet Giselle didn't stop just yet, and Agnea came a second time, that intense pleasure blossoming from deep with her. In the haze of that lust, all Agnea could think was that Giselle really was experienced at this kind of thing.
(Somewhere, in the far reaches of her mind, Agnea remembered the two of them discussing the age difference between them. Being ten years older, Giselle had worried about what she could offer Agnea, and in turn Agnea had wondered what someone as young as her could do for one as well-traveled as Giselle.)
When Agnea finally calmed, Giselle lay beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Was that too much for you?" she asked Agnea, her voice careful.
"That was wonderful." Agnea tried to smile, and remnants of pleasure still lingered within her. Already she missed the feel of Giselle's eager hands on her breasts. "You really are a mature woman, aren't you…?"
Giselle chuckled weakly. "I don't know if I'd say that. I just managed to learn a few things from my relationships that didn't work out."
"Next time I'll do the same for you, I promise," Agnea said, planting a gentle kiss on Giselle's cheek.
"I'll be looking forward to it, my dear dreamer," Giselle whispered as she drew Agnea into her arms for a tender embrace.