AngelEyes1994
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The next kiss was a surprise, a shock really; the other young woman pressed up against Angel so firmly that she could feel the rough texture of the abandoned building's cold stone against her back and buttocks. But Angel didn't resist. She began to, reaching up to grasp the cloth of the upper arms of Claire's uniform to push the Corporal away.
But then, the feel of the woman's mouth to her own, the slight pressure of the soldier's tongue at the space between her own lips, caused Angel to open her mouth a bit, tilt her head, and then engage in the passionate encounter with enthusiasm. Her lips parted more, and her hands -- instead of pushing Claire away -- pulled the foreigner tighter to her bosom before then raising to take hold of the woman's head as if fearing she would break the embrace.
Angel very much followed Claire's lead, parting her lips more and more, pressing her tongue forward and letting it dance with that of the other woman's; she didn't realize how erotic it was until she felt not only Claire's thigh pressing into her groin but her own pressing back just as hard.
"Wait, wait!" Angel suddenly found herself begging as she once again began to untangle herself from the other woman's embrace. She forced Claire away from her and dropped her eyes to the pavement between them, unable to look up; despite needed space between their bodies, Angel's hands had returned to clutching at the soldier's uniform sleeves and could not let go as she also realized she didn't want this to end just yet. After a moment, Angel finally looked up and pleaded, "Stop, please. I ... this ... I can't do this."
Angel looked to the street, but just as Claire had earlier, she didn't see any prying eyes with which to be concerned. She looked back to Claire, studying the other woman; she was so beautiful and so passionate and so female; this was so wonderful and so exciting and so wrong. She looked to Claire's lips again, licked her own, laughed nervously, and then gave the woman a playful push away from her.
"I need to go home, Claire," she said barely over a whisper. "I ... I need to go home ... alone. I don't need you to walk me any farther."
"Good to see you, Doctor," Robert said after calling from his office for Sam to feel free to come through the closed door of his quarters. She could see him finishing some paperwork as he told her unnecessarily, "Come in, please."
She lifted the heavy roasting pan to show that she had indeed brought dinner, and he hurried out to help her. "Wow, that smells good. What is it?"
"It's a local take on my grandmother's beef stew," she told him, adding, "only it isn't beef, it's goat, but strange as that sounds, I actually think it's better than the original. Of course, right now, gramma is looking down from Heaven above and is cursing me to a life of loneliness and cats, but hell, what're ya gonna do, right?"
Robert made her a drink -- a local whiskey on the rocks -- and gestured her to the couch while they waited for the rest of the meal to warm through. As she sat, Sam pulled her dress up her thighs higher to make herself more comfortable; the result was that she showed off a few more inches of the long, athletic legs in their white, semi-sheer stockings. She noted that Robert himself took note and smiled to him with a bit of flirt in the expression.
"One blue, one green," he said when he was close and took a moment to look into her eyes more deeply, "...or is that hazel?"
"Hazel," she said smiling wider, "and thanks for finally noticing."
She laughed, then said apologetically, "Sorry, you couldn't have noticed earlier. I usually wear colored contacts to hide the fact that I have Heterochromia ... differently colored eyes. They aren't contacts, per se. They aren't corrective lenses like my glasses are. They're just colored glass that ... well, I think you get what I mean."
Samantha took her glasses off and leaned in closer to Robert, opening her eyes a bit wider for him to see the differently colored orbs. She playfully blinked them several times, laughed ... and then leaned all the way into him and pressed her mouth to his.
Sam hoped it would become a passionate embrace, but she couldn't know how Robert would take the suddenly advance.
But then, the feel of the woman's mouth to her own, the slight pressure of the soldier's tongue at the space between her own lips, caused Angel to open her mouth a bit, tilt her head, and then engage in the passionate encounter with enthusiasm. Her lips parted more, and her hands -- instead of pushing Claire away -- pulled the foreigner tighter to her bosom before then raising to take hold of the woman's head as if fearing she would break the embrace.
Angel very much followed Claire's lead, parting her lips more and more, pressing her tongue forward and letting it dance with that of the other woman's; she didn't realize how erotic it was until she felt not only Claire's thigh pressing into her groin but her own pressing back just as hard.
"Wait, wait!" Angel suddenly found herself begging as she once again began to untangle herself from the other woman's embrace. She forced Claire away from her and dropped her eyes to the pavement between them, unable to look up; despite needed space between their bodies, Angel's hands had returned to clutching at the soldier's uniform sleeves and could not let go as she also realized she didn't want this to end just yet. After a moment, Angel finally looked up and pleaded, "Stop, please. I ... this ... I can't do this."
Angel looked to the street, but just as Claire had earlier, she didn't see any prying eyes with which to be concerned. She looked back to Claire, studying the other woman; she was so beautiful and so passionate and so female; this was so wonderful and so exciting and so wrong. She looked to Claire's lips again, licked her own, laughed nervously, and then gave the woman a playful push away from her.
"I need to go home, Claire," she said barely over a whisper. "I ... I need to go home ... alone. I don't need you to walk me any farther."
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"Good to see you, Doctor," Robert said after calling from his office for Sam to feel free to come through the closed door of his quarters. She could see him finishing some paperwork as he told her unnecessarily, "Come in, please."
She lifted the heavy roasting pan to show that she had indeed brought dinner, and he hurried out to help her. "Wow, that smells good. What is it?"
"It's a local take on my grandmother's beef stew," she told him, adding, "only it isn't beef, it's goat, but strange as that sounds, I actually think it's better than the original. Of course, right now, gramma is looking down from Heaven above and is cursing me to a life of loneliness and cats, but hell, what're ya gonna do, right?"
Robert made her a drink -- a local whiskey on the rocks -- and gestured her to the couch while they waited for the rest of the meal to warm through. As she sat, Sam pulled her dress up her thighs higher to make herself more comfortable; the result was that she showed off a few more inches of the long, athletic legs in their white, semi-sheer stockings. She noted that Robert himself took note and smiled to him with a bit of flirt in the expression.
"One blue, one green," he said when he was close and took a moment to look into her eyes more deeply, "...or is that hazel?"
"Hazel," she said smiling wider, "and thanks for finally noticing."
She laughed, then said apologetically, "Sorry, you couldn't have noticed earlier. I usually wear colored contacts to hide the fact that I have Heterochromia ... differently colored eyes. They aren't contacts, per se. They aren't corrective lenses like my glasses are. They're just colored glass that ... well, I think you get what I mean."
Samantha took her glasses off and leaned in closer to Robert, opening her eyes a bit wider for him to see the differently colored orbs. She playfully blinked them several times, laughed ... and then leaned all the way into him and pressed her mouth to his.
Sam hoped it would become a passionate embrace, but she couldn't know how Robert would take the suddenly advance.