Highmauve: Winter's Dorm Room

“It were nice.” She says with a small sigh as she crosses the room. Her sweater is shrugged off in the easy warmth of the dorm warm. It settles loose across her back, caught in the creases of her elbows. “Been a long while since I done somethin’ tha’…” she pauses. “soft. That e’en the word?” Her eyebrows furrow as she thinks. “Jus’ dinner n’ drinkin’ n’ some stupid game.” Sharp grey eyes close as her shoulders roll in a slow shrug.

Felt a little better than just having dinner alone in her rental, with Tobi’s dog. Drinking herself to bed some nights. Watching made for tv movies and the shopping network until she fell asleep on the couch to the soft voice of some woman selling handbags, way too aware of the empty seat next to her on the couch. She’d go home tomorrow with a little bit of that stored away for later, something warm for cold nights.

“Real nice.” She murmurs as she sits on the bed next to Winter, powerful hips and thighs spreading out in front of her. She makes herself comfortable, leans back on her hands and tips her head back. “Been a long while since we celebrated wi’ anyone else. It were different.” No crafts, but party games. Nothing racoon themed, but warm blankets. No shitty takeout, but something homecooked. “Different.” She says again.


At Winter’s next words though, her head tilts back up, pale grey eyes looking towards the smaller girl. Her smile turns wry, her eyelids lower halfway into something with a little more sultry. “Presen’, huh?” Her loose curls bounce as turns to look towards Winter.


“How though’ful.” She nearly purrs. Sharp teeth poke past chapped lips as the corners twitch up in a quiet grin.

Winter hung onto every word the other girl said. Sometimes she forgot that she and Tobi were raised different than the rest of the world. Her eyes didn't even bother to hide their wandering over her figure. The ease with which she shrugged off the sweater and how it hung on the crease of her elbows. When Agnes described the party of 'soft', Winter cocked her head. She was pretty sure soft wasn't the word for it.

"Soft isn't it. It was relaxed... Fun... Light even." Her lips curled into a smile. Agnes seemed lost in her own thoughts for a moment and Winter was willing to give her the moment. Clearly, she was not used to birthday parties with friends. She would have to ask about that later.

She smiled. "Different can be good." She let her hand settle on top of Agnes's. "Sometimes it's nice to go out of your comfort zone .. you taught me that."

Of course, as soon as Winter had mentioned present, the other girl got right back to flirting. God, she was so sexy. She scooted a little closer so they were hip to hip. She pressed her body against hers.

"Yeah... I present just for you..." She murmured. Her hand reached up and grabbed Agnes's face and gently drew her close for a kiss. Winter didn't mind the chapped lips. She just cared that they belonged to Agnes. She had quickly grown infatuated with her, not that she minded... As long as her family didn't know. She pushed the thought of her family's disappointment aside and closed her eyes. "Happy birthday, Agnes." She murmured.

“Jus’ fer me, huh?” she hums even as Winter presses herself flush to her side. Girl’s getting handsy again; she can take a pretty good guess at what comes next.


And there it is. Winter’s pulling her head closer to meet her own much softer lips. Girl had to use chapstick on the regular with how soft they were. Perfect size and shape, plush and with the right amount of give to them. Fun to bite too, she thinks as she smiles into the kiss. One hand comes up from where it was supporting her to settle against Winter’s waist. Her body turns towards the younger girl; she's so much bigger, so much stronger, taller, broader. She fills the space between them, closes the distance so easy. The flush that colors the bridge of her nose behind multitudes of freckles is fading, but she still feels the heat, feels it spreading through her frame.

She leans into the kiss, taking control so easy and in a way that comes so naturally. Lips move against each other, their textures a foil to the other. Tongue flicks against the crease dividing the two halves in a quiet  question. Permission granted, she deepens the kiss, exploring with tongue and teeth. Textures are savored and enjoyed; the girl still tastes a little bit like the beer she had been drinking earlier. She breaks the kiss slow as she feels Winter pull away, tugging on her bottom lip gently as they part.


“Thanks, girlie.” She murmurs back, smile light and sharp. “’Preciate the well wishes. Hell, beats a card bout ten times o’er.”

Winter easily molded into Agnes's side as their bodies pressed against each other. Agnes quickly to control of the kiss. She couldn't help but to think about how perfect their bodies fit together....like two matching puzzle pieces. Agnes's strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close. Her body turned too get a much better angle for her birthday kiss. Winter was in heaven.

As Agnes's tongue asked for entry, Winter obliged, tasting the alcohol that the other girl had consumed along with the taste of her that she honestly missed. She had missed her since homecoming. Missed this closeness. Missed her body against hers. Missed the flirtatious looks she gave. She missed everything about Agnes.

All too soon, Winter pulled away to catch her breath. She smiled at her. "Oh... That wasn't all you're getting..." She says in a low, sultry voice. Once again, liquid courage struck the smaller girl and she took off her flannel shirt leaving her in her black tank top. She grinned at Agnes. "I haven't been able to get you off of my mind since I last saw you...." She murmured before kissing her chapped lips again before pulling her down with her as she laid on her back.

Winter was still flushed in her cheeks but there was a feint light in her eye. She was in full control of her actions. Just much more relaxed and mischievous. She smiled up at Agnes as her fingers combed through her soft hair. "You're amazing..." She murmured before kissing her again deeply. Lord above, how she liked this girl.

"I'm pretty unf'gettable,"  she teases. Her smile's wry as she watches the other girl, the flush in Winter's cheeks and her pupils blown wide from want and longing. Feels nice, Agnes thinks. Hell of a high, the appreciation and want in that look.

“Well hell, girlie’.” Agnes’s eyes roam up the girl’s frame as she removes her flannel leaving only her tank top. It’s only fair, she thinks as she gives up the fight with her sweater. It falls onto the bed in a pile of chunky stitches and thick material. Agnes’s tank top is much looser than Winter’s; cut a little further down the sides, it exposes the side of her ragged sports bra and a bit of the skin and muscle underneath.

Winter grabs a hold of her, pulling her down on top of her onto the bed. Agnes is more than happy to let herself follow. She settles herself in the space between Winter’s legs, the girl’s thighs bracketing her. Amazin’, huh?” she rumbles low as she leans in, catching Winter’s lips in a slow, bruising kiss. She moves at her own pace and her own tempo. Her hands come up next to Winter’s head as she braces her body against the other girl, folds into her space, and moves slow against the other girl’s skin.

She deepens the kiss, tongue exploring as her hands begin to move from their spot and trace down the length of Winter’s sides. She traces the curves, commits them to memory. Lips wander from Winter’s to nip softly at the junction between ear and jaw, to kiss wherever she can reach, and leave dark purple marks that’ll have to be hidden come morning. If she wanted to. If she didn’t, well hell. That’s fine too.

Winter smiled up at her. Unforgettable indeed... Her eyes looked over her figure now that the sweater was gone. She looked amazing. Her hands moved to caress her sides over her tank top. Agnes wasn't soft and squishy like she was. No. She was hard and steady.... She smiled a bit to herself. She's hot. There's no denying. No one could.

As Agnes got to work kissing her, she focused on the important task of memorizing her body with her fingers. Her soft fingers slipped under her tank and caressed her stomach before slipping around to the sides and then finally resting at the small of her back. Winter could feel her strong muscles and the various scars on her body that had to have a wonderful story attached to them. She grinned a bit before a soft, shy moan echoed in her throat.

Agnes knew how to touch her. From her own exploring hands to the nips and kisses along her jaw, she was in heaven. Her legs wrapped around the other girl's hips, pressing them even closer together. She remembered vaguely what they both enjoyed from last time and she did it again. A small, but very much intentional, thrust of her hips.

She grinned. Agnes was marking her again. She had a sexy girl on top of her and she wasn't held down by shyness at the moment. Soft gasps and moans filled the air around them. Agnes's wondering hands felt amazing. Her lips and teeth on her skin felt even better. Her body started to heat up slightly as her heart pounded. It was a soft heat, enough to chase away any chill that was in the room. A soft glow, barely noticeable, covered her entire body and showed with her exposed skin. Her purple eyes opened and they glowed with a soft lavender colored light. She smiled up at Again, not noticing the change in her body as she attacked her neck with kisses and not too gentle nips. She moaned again as she found a spot under her jaw that was perfect and she went to work as her hands grabbed her ass and thrust again.

Agnes feels the girl underneath her move her hips in a small, but noticeable way. She smiles, meeting the girl halfway with a roll of her own powerful hips. If this was the way she wanted to play, well, she was more than happy to oblige, more than willing to draw out the small sounds and moans that spurred her on. ‘And lawd,’ she thinks, lips on the other’s neck. ‘Winter’s got no filter.’

Her hands move back up the length of the smaller girl’s body with a solid pressure. Deft fingers work their way underneath the tank top; the hem of the garment bunches as she works her way up. Those same fingers trace every dip, every change and shift, until they settle at the sides of her breasts. Her thumbs softly trace the curve there even as she leaves a trail of rough kisses along the line of her neck and down the length of her neck.

Winter’s hands reach around behind her to grab at her ass and she can’t help it; she laughs. ‘This girl,’ she thinks with a smile. ‘All red faced firs’ time, grabbing anythin’ second time round.’ The rumble echoes in her chest as she pulls a bit harder on the tank top Winter’s wearing to pull it up and over her head. ‘Cute bra,’ she thinks before leaning back in to press kisses along the girl’s collarbone and the space below. Hands roam wherever she can reach, toy with the edges of the bra, plays with the band wrapped around and underneath the girl’s chest. They work down as she does, trace lower to the line of her hips and the hem of her jeans.

Room seems a little brighter than a bit ago, but she's a little too preoccupied to really take notice of it.

Winter moaned as Agnes's hips met hers. Could she get any more perfect? She mused. She figured that Agnes could actually not get any more perfect. She was wrong of course. Agnes knew so much more than she did when it came to moments like this. She was all to willing to follow her lead and to do some teasing of her own.

She smirked as she felt the hem of her tank slide up her sides as calloused hands roamed and explored her back. She hummed contently, not stopping her. It felt too damn good for her to want her to stop. Agnes was learning her body just as she was learning hers. The shorter girl gasped as Agnes's fingers gently caressed the sides of her breasts through her bra. Between that and the rough kisses, Winter was slowly falling more and more for the taller mutant. What could she say? Agnes knew her body better than she knew her own.

As soon as she heard Agnes laughed, her eyes opened briefly to smile at her. "Like that?' she asked playfully before letting Agnes take off her top to reveal a purple lace bra with stars on it. She smiled up at her and stroked her cheek as Agnes resumed kissing her skin and Winter kept on moaning.

Agnes's hands wandered south as her own hands ran up her back, taking her loose tank with her. She pulled off Agnes's tank top and smiled at the old sports bra. It fits her style. She smiled and caught her lips in a passionate kiss as she tangled one of her fingers into her curly hair and the older caressed the space between her shoulder blades. "Damn you're sexy..." She murmured against her lips before closing her eyes once more.

The feint warmth and glow grew just a bit as Winter held onto Agnes tighter.

“Jus’ like tha’, girlie.” Agnes. “Y’all got the idea.” She smiles at the girl, catches her eyes in her own sharp grey. She didn’t know the girl that well, but she assumes the luminous eyes are part of a mutation. Funny thing really, she knew Noelle’s mutation, knew about Jake’s from well… his face. That, and Tobi’s very sparse recollection of the fight in the cafeteria. Neither Noelle nor Tobi had told her anything about this girl’s powers. Guess it included pretty eyes.

She can feel the soft pull of fabric coming away from her torso. She lets it go, shifting her back so it comes off easier. The air of the dorm room hits her torso before she leans forward to meet Winter in a bruising kiss. The girl’s fingers tangle in her hair and lawd, if that girl could learn to pull they’d be in business. The scratch of longer fingernails against her scalp drags a satisfied rumble from deep in her throat; the kneading between her shoulder blades draws a soft sigh.

“Mmmhmm,” Agnes hums against the girl’s plush lips. Hands drift from their explorations to pick soft at the bottom strap of the girl’s bra, asking a question that her mouth can’t ask right at the moment the way it’s moving against the smaller girl’s own lips. Teasing, tasting, biting; she can feel that pleasant burn warming her from the inside and making her heart pound a little faster.


God, visits to this campus had gotten so much more exciting this year.

Winter smiled and hummed contently as their eyes met. She loved Agnes accent as she spoke. Each word echoed in her brain, bouncing around in her skull. Each touch made her feel oh so alive! Warmth filled her core and it wasn't just from her powers. Her heart was pounding and her face was flushed with happiness. Each time they kissed, Winter was drawn farther and farther into the spell that Agnes had woven over her.

Once Agnes's tank was gone, she pressed their almost naked tops close together. Her fingernails scratched gently at her scalp. Then Agnes kissed a particularly sensitive spot and she pulled on her hair reflectively. Oh God.... She felt Agnes's reaction.... And she smiled. She knew another thing that the strong girl liked. So she continued, weaving her fingers into her hair and pulling before relaxing and doing it all over again. She should have known that Agnes would like it a bit rougher.

She felt the silent question at her bra strap. Winter moaned in response before raising up onto her elbows and helped her unclasp her bra. Winter tossed it aside without a second thought. Not very many people have seen her topless. She could in fact count on one hand how many have seen her topless. She grinned up at the other girl and grabbed her hands before guiding them to her breasts. She was sure that Agnes didn't need any extra incentive but it gave the girl an excuse to hold her hands. Winter was a little sensitive in her breasts and it never failed to make her moan and squirm.

Winter's breasts were certainly large and bounced with each breath she took. Five beauty marks made a slight curve around her left nipple. Her skin was almost white as Winter felt no desire to tan there. Who would see it in the Alaskan weather?

Agnes hadn’t been expecting the reaction she had gotten from that kiss, when the fingers in her hair had tightened and pulled without hardly a thought. Her brain short-circuits for just a moment as bright stars flare behind her grey eyes and molten heat pools low in her gut. She can’t help the noise that comes echoing forth from her, the low rumbling moan.

“Shit,” she growls quietly in the space between their mouths. Powerful hips grind against the other girl’s before Winter leans forward to undo the clasps on her bra. Quick answer to a silent question; Agnes marvels at the girl’s responsiveness. That thought lasts for all of a few second though before Winter is fully topless. ‘Under you, too.’ She thinks with a sly smile. ‘Lawd, fucking ideal.’

The woman’s got curves that just go on forever. Agnes lets her hands be guided by Winter to the girl’s breasts, feels the smooth curvature of her chest. There’s so much to grab, so much to explore, so much to touch and taste and she intends to indulge as long as Winter lets her. Agnes’s body folds forward to catch the girl’s lips again with her own, nips her bottom lip before her tongue teases the entrance of Winter’s mouth.

Lower, calloused hands trace along the arc of her breasts, working her way around them. Teasing, tracing light lines across the sensitive skin and edging  ever closer across pale flesh. It’s her own torturous pace, slow and deliberate to drive the girl underneath mad. Agnes has no problem waiting for what she wants, though what she wants right now is to make Winter squirm, draw out kitten-soft moans and mewls.

Finally, her lips break the deep kiss and move farther down to a soft that she knows drives her wild. Agnes’s hips buck against Winters to spark some of that delicious friction while in that same moment, her hands find the smaller girl’s sensitive nipples. She takes them in her fingers, playing with them with the slightest pressure. She doesn’t know yet how sensitive they are, she doesn’t want to accidentally hurt the girl.

Winter grinned as she heard the low, rumbling moan from the other girl. The girl loved getting her hair pulled! Well... That was something she could arrange. She pulled her hair again, gently this time before yanking it a little firmer. The soft swear made her squirm. She loved all the sounds she was able to get her to make.

Agnes kept grinding against her. She nipped her lower lip and groaned. Each firm grind set her nerves alight and hee arousal only grew. She looked up at Agnes as the other girl appreciated her figure. She smirked a bit. She obviously liked what she sees as she bent forward to kiss her. Wonter parted her lips to allow the other girl access to her mouth. She found that she quite enjoyed the taste of Agnes's lips, despite the alcoholic taste.

Winter moaned as Agnes touched her breasts. She arched her back up slightly to press more of her soft flesh into her rough hands. Lord, this felt great. Her soft, teasing caresses were just perfect. Her soft gasps and moans were proof of that. Agnes really was driving her mad. She craved more than what Agnes was giving her at the moment. Not that she doubted that she would be satisfied eventually. Oh no. Agnes was just one big tease.

Agnes's lips kissed lower and Winter bucked up been hips once in response. Her soft mews grew louder into a soft and sudden squeal as Agnes pulled at her pink nipples. "fuck...." She gasped out and gripped Agnes harder. She kissed the top of her forehead as her fingers tugged at her hair. "Don't stop...."

“Nah e’en f’this?”

She drags her hands away slow from Winter’s chest, pads of her fingers trailing feather light over the curves. Those same fingers come up to her own chest to catch on the hem of her own sports bra. She tugs up, pulling worn fabric over soft curves and revealing the skin underneath. Her own chest is smaller than Winter’s, the muscles in her torso thick and lightly defined. Freckles trail from her cheeks down her neck to spill over shoulders and onto her chest and down her stomach.

Her chest is a shade or two lighter than her arms and face. Not really too noticeable, and not even close to as pale as Winter is underneath her. She loves the girl’s skin; a blush or bruise shows up easy as Sunday morning on a canvas that smooth. A light layer of soft, almost downy hair trails from Agnes’s belly button into her jeans. There’s something else there too; a hint of color and a pop of pattern that seems to extend further past the waistband of Agnes’s pants from where it peeks out along the outside curve of her hips. More is revealed as her jeans slide as she bends forward once more: A hint of rose petals, thick geometric designs, and luscious colors all set against tanned skin.

Agnes smiles as she bends forward once more over the girl, her bare chest now pressed against Winter’s stomach. Hips roll in time to the smaller girl’s grinding even as Winter’s hands tangle once more in her hair. The smile turns sly as her lips lean in to kiss at the girl’s chest, easing her way to the sensitive bud. Calloused hands roam and catch on the girl’s hips. Fingers slide past the waist of her pants, slip softly below the fabric to grip the skin there. She traces soft patterns with the pad of her thumb into the girl’s hipbones, all while enjoying the little sounds Winter makes.

God, she loved how vocal WInter is. Each little noise, each tiny moan or stifled squeak turns her on a little bit more, riles her up just a touch. And the girl had figured out her hair right quick too. Shapin' up to be a fun night, she thinks to herself as she finally takes one of Winter's nipples in her mouth, teasing it with tongue and teeth. 'Real fun."

Winter almost whimpered as Agnes pulled away slightly. She opened her eyes a bit to see where she was going only to be treated by th most wonderful sight. Her glowing eyes widened as the taller girl took off her bra. Granted, her bust wasn't as big as her own but she didn't care. Her eyes were more drawn to the well-defined muscles from her job and probably from the way she grew up. Her fingers of her left hand lightly traced the lines of her muscles. God, she was strong.

Her fingers then focused on her freckles and the various scars that covered her body. She smiled absentmindedly as she traced shapes into her skin. Agnes made Winter self conscious about her own soft body. She had some muscles from hockey but they were hidden under a layer of fat. However, she couldn't be embarrassed as Agnes was so enticed by her body just as she was with hers.

Her eyes trailed down her stomach and to her waist band. Her eyes widened when she saw the hint of a pattern. Her fingers touched the design. Her eyes looked into Agnes's. A silent question. She wanted to see more. Her thumb traced th design on her hip. Before she could ask verbally, her mouth was creating a soft moan as Agnes's lips teased her breasts until they wrapped around her nipple.

Winter's back arched and she pressed the girl's mouth against her breasts , keeping her there. "Oh God...." She gasped out as she squirmed. She didn't resist as her fingers slip down under her waist band. "Fuck...." She gasped out again. She kept one hand in her hair and the other along the mysterious pattern on her hip. Her fingers slipped down her hip, along her skin. Tonight was going to be more than amazing.

Agnes is more than happy to let Winter lead her to where she wants to. She pulls away from Winter’s chest with a sharp smile, body still flush to the smaller girl. She can feel the pounding of Winter’s heart this close, hear the light gasps and moans that drive her wild. She’s distinctly aware of Winter’s fingers grabbing for her own jeans and along the design covering her hips. Well, if the girl wanna touch…

She leans forward towards Winter’s face, the line of her chest brushing agaisnt the other girls’s. “Y’all can touch where’er y’like, y’know.” Her own hands brush past Winter’s along the curve of her hip to grab and tug at the waistband of her pants. She saw the girl itching to see earlier, and its pretty killer ink. She doesn’t get to show it off nearly as much as she would like to.

“Where’er,” she purrs. The jeans come off with a little bit of a tug, exposing the massive swathe of rich ink that curls up and around both hips and dips under the black boyshorts she’s wearing. Masses of colorful roses intertwined with precise geometric lines and patterns wind their way up the sides of her thighs and hips, stopping right above her where waistband had been. It’s a design painted in lush, saturated colors and a permanent reminder of spring. Permanent reminder of something a little sweeter, too.

“Friend needed a canvas,” she murmurs as explanation between kisses. She trails them lower down Winter’s neck and back to her chest, back to where she began. Her tongue darts out to swipe over the sensitive bud before her lips close over it in a kiss. She wants to tease the girl, wants to play with her before she gives her any sort of satisfaction tonight. Agnes wants to wind her up so tight tonight, only to bring her back down so tortuously slow. The corners of her lips tilt up as her hands roam against the girl’s sides.

Winter's breath caught in her throat when Agnes suddenly had her face close to her own. She breathlessly watched as Agnes told her that she could touch her whereever she wanted! That was a lot of responsibility. She smiled to herself. She did like that challenge. Her eyes instantly drifted down when Winter felt Agnes pulled down her pants. Her eyes widened as the ink on her hip because more visible. She shivered a bit when Agnes said "where'er". It just sent chills down her spine.

Her eyes took in the glorious sight of her ink. That tattoo was gorgeous! Her fingers traced the geometric lines as her eyes took in the flowers. She saw where it had disappeared under her boyshorts. Her hands instinctly grabbed her hips and then her ass as she smiled. "You make a beautiful canvas..." She murmured back in between the kisses. "Your friend is very talented..." She squeezed her ass for good measure before her fingers traced down to her thighs, tracing even more of the flowers. It was a beautiful piece of art on an even more beautiful lady. "It suits you..."

Winter couldn't speak any more as the other girl kissed down her neck once more and to her chest. Her lips found her sensitive bud once more and Winter could have melted. She sighed pleasurably at the kiss before her own legs crept up and wrapped around her waist, holding her close. She knew what game Agnes was playing. It was one that that had played so many times before with her exes in high school. She was not used to being the bottom in those circumstances. She found that she quite liked it and each moan and gasp happily told Agnes as such.

She gasped for breath the more she was teased. "You're way too good at this..." She panted out. One of her hands let her fingers trace up Agnes's spine before tangling themselves into her hair. "I'll slowly find what makes you tick as well..." She purred back before gently tugging at her hair. She intended to fully explore Agnes's body at every opportunity she had. She would repay Agnes for this night in some way. She just had to find out how.

Agnes nearly laughs as Winters squeezes her ass. Girl were blushin' fit t'burn a little bit ago, now she's oozing a bit more of the confidence that she knows she's got buried behind those curves. Legs come up to wrap around she's and she smiles, easily shifting to better support her. Lord, she'll never get tired of how just... Responsive this girl is. She'd let her know in a heartbeat if things were good or bad, and Agnes loves that. Loves the way she can get Winter so riled, loves the way everything she does gets the other girl wound.

Her hands move to grip the back of Winters legs wrapped around her. There's a pleasant weight to them, an enjoyable thickness that she appreciates. She appreciates a lot about Winter, honestly. Her boldness, her vocal opinions, her little sighs and moans when she hits a spot just right. Agnes hasn't even really gotten started and yet she's got the girl out of breath underneath her.

'Practice makes perfect,' she thinks as her lips drag away from Winter's chest and further down. She appreciates the sentiment from being Winter, and knows that she's going to make good on that. She's already found her hair and is doing plenty fine playing rough with that. She don't even know about Agnes's weakness for loud, responsive partners and she's getting the bill there. She's can't imagine if the girl found any of her other tics.

Hands find the waistband of the girl's pants and curl around. Eyes lidded underneath thick lashes look up at the smaller girl with a small, devious smile.

"Y'mind if I take these from ya?"

Winter loved the feel of Agnes's rough hands on the back of her smooth thighs. She could feel the roughness through her pants and she wanted to feel her hands against her skin once more. She would settled with the strong hands on her legs for now. She wanted to get ever closer to the other girl. Piece by piece they were getting there. Layer after layer of clothing was removed. Agnes was left in her boy shorts and Winter still had her pants on.

Agnes's hands found her waistband and Winter smirked. It seemed as if the other girl had a solution to their little dilemma. Her smirk grew and she lifted her hip and nodded. "Go for it, sexy. I think you'll enjoy what is underneath." With a wink, she did her best to assist Agnes as she slid off her pants. Underneath was a matching lace thong to her long forgotten bra. Stretch marks decorated her ass and thighs. Reminders of several growths spurts thanks to puberty and an increased muscle mass in high school that gave her the curves that Agnes so very much enjoyed.

Winter wasn't shy about her body anymore. At this point, she was too drunk to care and even if she was sober, she was comfortable enough with Agnes that she would have done anything she desired. She gazed up at Agnes and stroked her hair. Her eyes glowed slightly as her skin emitted a soft, warm glow. Winter looped her arms around the other girl's neck and that was when she noticed the change. She paused for a moment to look at her arms. "Huh... never been anywhere but my hands..." She murmured, distracted for a moment.

That distraction was short lived as her eyes caught a nice look at Agnes's body. She had more important things to do at the moment than to worry about her mutation. Her glowing hands brushed against Agnes's chest before looping one of her hands over her shoulder and tangled her fingers into her hair once more and pulled her into a passionate kiss as the hand at her chest gently rubbed before pinching one of her lovely buds on her breasts. She would find out what made her tick, that she had promised.

As soon as Winter’s pants are gone, Agnes eyes the thong with a mix of appreciation and confusion. “How y’all wear things like tha’ I’ll ne’er understand. ‘preciate it, but I jus’ don’ understand.” She shakes her head slowly, the softest smile tilting the corners of her lips. “Can’ be comfortable, can they?” She huffs out a small laugh, still grinning faintly.

She laughs, but boy does she enjoy them. Enjoys them on other people, that is. A previous girlfriend had gifted her with a very nice set of lingerie that included something a lot like what Winter had on; she had tried them, but never really gotten used to the thing. Something like that just didn’t mix with her day to day work. Still kept it though, the whole set had been much too nice to throw out. It currently sat in her dresser drawer buried under pairs of wool socks.

Now ain’t the time to be thinking about previous girlfriends when she got one all wrapped up nice here underneath her. Winter’s sure nice to look at, all blushing curves and only something thin and lacy separating her from being totally bare. Something warm and heady fills her mind. It pushes out every other thought and replacing it all with the sight of Winter underneath her. Fills her with a need that isn’t quite satisfied, something that’s building slow and intoxicating under her skin. She’s got touch, to taste, so she surges forward soon as Winter finishes talking and covers her mouth with her own in a rough, needy kiss. Winter drags her in by the hair, fingers tangled in curly locks.

There’s light in the room, but Agnes doesn’t need to see right now. She can feel with her fingertips the body of the shorter girl as she tilts to meet her, feels the shift in movement as Winter reaches out to take hold of her breasts. Feels the lightning surge of pleasure as she pinches her. That combined with the tugging in her hair is enough to drag a low growl from deep inside her, enough to cause a hitch in her movements.


“Shit,” she murmurs against Winter’s mouth before catching it again in a bruising kiss.

Winter chuckled as Agnes seemed to be pleasently confused at her choice of underwear. She smiled. ""You get used to it. This one is really comfortable." She whispered. "Though... It is more comfortable off of me...." She winked, letting the other girl figure out what to do with that information. Even if she didn't understand her choice, Agnes still enjoyed the view it gave her. A girl couldn't help but feel sexy and wanted under a gaze like that.

Agnes was all to eager to kiss her. Winter deepened the kiss as her hand massaged the soft smaller globe of fat on her chest. Her fingers continued the tease her nipple. The low growl and the soft swear was all the encouragement she needed. She grinned and continued her assault.

One hand tugging at curly hair. The other teasing her nipple as she squeezed and groped her breast her legs held her close, grinding herself against the other girl. She was more than eager to continue. She wasn't about to hold back anything from Agnes now like last time. No. She was determined to go all the way.

Her body felt like it was on fire. Deep in her core ached for release. Agnes was the only thing on her mind. She moaned and hummed happily with each kiss. She had found another thing that made her tick. Perfect. "There's another way to make you squirm..." She teased before kissing down to her neck and sucking on her skin hard, finding a new spot to mark.

Agnes lets herself get lost in the sensation of plush lips and wet mouths. She lets herself be led, tilts her head to better accommodate the girl below her sucking bruises into the side of her neck. Rate she’s going, the entire length of her neck is going to be purple by tomorrow, not that she minds. All in good fun, she thinks with a wry smile.

She feels the smaller girl work her hands over her chest, feels her play with the soft flesh there. What really interests her though are the words. She catches them even past the dull roar of want in her mind, keeps them caught. The girl really wants to play tonight, she thinks as her hands reach down towards the hips locked with hers. Deft fingers hook underneath the thin lace, knuckles brushing against the pale curve of her hip as she pulls the fabric down. She pulls away from Winter just enough to pull the garment off her legs before resettling herself between the girl’s thighs.

“I’m thinkin’ ‘bout a million ways t’make you squirm.” She purrs in response to Winter as she leans back in to press a kiss against her collarbone, down her sternum, and against the curve of her breasts. She’s moving down, readjusting herself as she moves to her stomach, down to her belly button, and the line of her hips. Agnes’s hands trace the line of Winter’s legs before coming to rest on the tops of her thighs as her lips kiss the area where the top band of her thong had been.

Strong hands gently push the smaller girl’s legs further apart. Sharp grey eyes hooded under dark lashes catch Winter’s glowing purple from her spot between the girl’s thighs. “Y’all good?” she asks with an almost devious smile. There’s that warm pool of want swirling low in her gut, working itself to a boiling point. She wants Winter here in this moment, wants her so bad; wants to make her scream and writhe and moan, wants to mark her in places hidden and known only to the two of them. Wants to work the other girl into a breathy mess, undone by her hands and her tongue, wants to bring her to that edge and that satisfaction over and over and over again.


Wants, wants, wants.


She wants Winter. The phrase pounds staccato in her head, a beat to set a rhythm too.

Winter couldn't help but to blush as Agnes teased her with that sexy purr in her voice. She bit her lower lip gently as Agnes pressed a kiss to her collarbone and kissed lower and lower. She was now completely bare under her. Agnes's warm body chased away any chill that might have threatened her. Winter knew that Agnes desired. She desired her body. She desired making her squirm. All that she wanted, Winter wanted too. She nodded. "Oh, I'm more than good..." She responded in a sultry voice. "Do your worst..."

A little while later, Agnes had completed her goals. Winter was laying breathless on the bed. Her short hair a mess around her head. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to catch her breath. Her throat a little sore from all the noises that Agnes was able to drag out of her. Winter still didn't quite know how she does it. The glow of her eyes and skin had now faded and she was back to normal. A very satisfied smile crossed her face as she looked at Agnes. Her fingers traced the line of her jaw lazily. "Damn... Hot damn girl..." She murmured.

She chuckled a bit as she closed her eyes briefly. "Never did it with a girl before. Gotta say... That was... well, nothing short of amazing." Her eyes opened once more to take in Agnes. She was falling for her hard and tonight more or less solidified it for her. She was everything that she wanted in partner. Confident, sexy, a huge tease, and most of all, loyal. Winter was a little shy about her feelings. She didn't want to say anything too drastic only to find out that Agnes wanted something casual. She wasn't sure if she could take that rejection. THen again... Agnes didn't seem like that type. But... Winter didn't know her all that well.

She took a deep breath. "What does this make us, Agnes?" She asked finally. "I don't think we are just acquaintances any more."

Agnes lays next to Winter on her too small for the two of them bed. It’s quiet in this aftermath, cozy in the dark and the warm trapped between the two of them. A pretty harsh contrast to just moments earlier; Agnes was sorry for Winter’s poor neighbors. She wouldn’t have to deal with them, but Winter would. She didn’t doubt that the girl could handle herself. That sort of casually bold attitude was what had drawn her in to begin with.

Little bite to the babe, she thinks as fingers run along the line of her jaw. She hums her approval, her inhibitions a little looser from the whiskey and the late hour and the sex. Her body’s as pliant as it’s ever been, her mind’s an easy satisfied hum. She lies back and just looks at the dorm ceiling above her, plain white tile ominous in its uniformity.

“Thank ya, I aim t’please.” She murmurs low in her chest. The words curl soft around sharp teeth tilted in a small smile. Limbs pull taut in a long stretch as her eyes close. When they pull back, she settles a little heavier into the warmth of the room and the body next to her. Like dome sort of large cat, she curls around the source of the heat, looking to steal it for herself. In a moment, she would have to get up, throw her clothes back on, and find her way back to her car. Maybe shoot a text at her brother, ask him how the beanstalk in doing. She worries about the girl.

She can hear the soft drone of the dorm’s heating around her. It’s a low hum, so similar to her own home’s ambient noise. There’s a slight chill seeping in through the window, but Agnes doesn’t mind. It’s been a long time since she’s been bothered by cold. The chillier months used to fill her and her twin with a heavy sort of dread, but those days have long passed for the two of them.

Winter’s question breaks into her thoughts and the peaceful quiet. One solid beat of her heart catches after it thuds hard into her ribcage; she stretches once more to give it some ease before answering.


“Don’t think so neither.” She answers simply.

Winter didn't mind the fact that her neighbors probably heard the entire thing. She would deal with it later or simply ignore it. To be honest, they might be jealous. They should be jealous of what she had just experienced. She smiled easily as the taller girl as she hummed. God, Agnes was adorable, especially now. She seemed so relaxed and calm compared to the intensity she had just a few moments before. Yes, she was simply adorable.

The low murmur that seemed to vibrate deep in her chest made Winter smile. Oh, she did more than please but she decided to keep that thought to herself. She shifted slightly as the other girl stretched before curling up around her. She shifted back to their shared warmth. She wanted her to stay the night but she wasn't sure if that was feasible. Instead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed this quiet moment for now.

Winter could have sworn that she felt Agnes's steady heartbeat stop before she shifted to stretch once more. She waited anxiously for her answer. The answer was got was one she expected but not the one she wanted. She turned to her side and looked at Agnes and touched her cheek gently as she tried to get the other girl to look her in the eye in the dim light that filtered through the window. She wasn't so afraid of the dark next to Agnes.

"Are you going to stay the night?" She asked softly. She was so very aware of the closeness of their naked bodies. She found that she quite enjoyed the warmth the other girl provided, shielding her from the darkness of the night. She decided that she would deal with the question of what exactly were they later.

Agnes turns her head towards Winter. In the dark of the dorm room, her eyes shine with a pearly luminescence. There’s hardly a fear there nor a nervousness; instead, Agnes looks at the other girl in the pale light filtering through the window. It’s hard to pin down what exactly she’s feeling, laying in the quiet comfort of a girl in her bed. The sheets below her are soft, softer than the one’s she’s got in her house. Moonlight so much more palatable than tv static does the same job of softly illuminating the space. It’s just enough to see the curve of Winter’s soft cheeks, to see the quiet disappointment in her eyes.


Agnes closes her own grey eyes and smiles soft. It ain’t gonna get better with her next answer.


“I ain’t think so, babe.” She says into the quiet space between them. “Long drive.” She offers after a long moment, though it’s a poor excuse. She can feel the alcohol working its way out of her system, leaving her on the sad side of sober. A dip in the bed follows her pushing herself up into a half seated position, while her eyes scan the room for her clothes. Tank top, she grabs and slips on over her head. Big sweater, balled up at the end of the bed. She takes it, swings it over the top.

Her pants were flung off the side, she can see them lying there with her underwear somewhat near. Her legs twist and she slides off the bed and onto the floor. Her under is slid on followed by her pants, and then the uncomfortable twist in her gut like she’s done something wrong, is doing something wrong. ‘It’s a’ight,’ she tells herself, almost like she believes it. ‘It’s a’ight.’

Boots, then keys before she stands tall in the darkness. There’s a rhythm to her movements; a practice to each gesture like a dance perfected time after time. Nothing changes here, nothing breaks the little slice of comfortable isolation she's found herself in. She'll flirt, she'll leave, she'll continue on. Her hand reaches for the knob of the door.


“Text me, a’ight?” she says with a sharp smile.