The Musician's Overture [GGentleman x Soft Strokes]

Still panting, Vivian’s eyes lidded as the other girl held her body up against the door, her back slammed against the hard wood whilst trapped by the other girl’s passionate embrace. Their lips never seemed to leave each over for more than a moment, and breath them was an optional force neither of them truly needed. Her head was slammed backwards against the door, a jolt of pain going through her skull but offset by the sensation of those hard and passionate lips holding onto her. Her hands started to go numb, her skin was growing cold, but all this force, this dominance… this sensation, she hadn’t felt it in so long. And she hadn’t known it, but she was craving even more of it.

Her lip twinged before it burned in pain, the little bit of skin twitching as Cecilia’s teeth came down on it so harshly. Vivian’s hips dragged upwards against the wall, and another glistening shine of her arousal danced in the light. Predator, she hadn’t been hunted by one like this in such a long, long time. Being trapped, cornered by both her own insecurities, by her own pain, by her own desires and by Cecilia herself, was an exhilarating and incredible sensation. Nobody had done this to her, nobody had ever laid a hand on her before like this. Except for Cecilia. And now that she was doing it once more, Vivian’s eyes shut tightly as her lip continued to burn, continued to sting, before hearing her words once more.

Shouldn’t have left. Vivian slowly opened her eyes to respond to that, but in the moment, no words felt appropriate. There was no defense for her here, there wasn’t anything she could do to justify saying anything. Vivian could only stare into her eyes as their foreheads pressed together, their bodies reflecting both of what they were. Dominant, passionate, broken. Alone, terrified, desirable. Vivian shivered and her breath hiked slightly, before the next kiss came into being.

A loud smack filled the room as Vivian’s head hit the back of the door again. Vivian’s nostrils flared as Cecilia’s body pressed down on her own, forcing her towards her ground but likewise supporting her at the same time. Vivian’s eyes lidded before closing entirely, her knees trembled before pressing hard against the door as well. Her body shook as she tried to support the weight that was pressed down onto her, but it shook in a slow and almost tantalizing way. Her tongue was slammed down and her mouth was taken, explored entirely. Her cheeks flushed while her fingers, still numb, twitched downwards. Vivian could only breathe erratically through her nostrils. Her tongue pressed upwards. Cecilia slammed it back down with force.

As Cecilia finally pulled her mouth away, Vivian let out a loud gasp for air. The girl panted heavily, staring up at Cecilia with… with those beautiful eyes she knew. She looked beautifully erotic: her mouth agape, her nostrils widened, eyes lidded, her hair a mess around her head, a massive red handprint on the side of her body. Vivian stared at her for a long few moments, still panting while evne more glistening could be seen between her legs. She looked ragged, defeated, captive. Vulnerable.

Still shaking from their rather brutalized kiss, Vivian tried to move her hands apart once Cecilia had removed them. A harsh slam into the doorway made her yelp and reconsider, and she nervously held them up as she watched Cecilia in front of her start to strip. Her gaze continued to stare at her with both the desire of lust and the worry of prey, her body going from burning hot to dampened cold, whilst the other went from dampened cold to a roaring inferno. Vivian held her breath as she watched her lover stripping in front of her, watching her fingers work so deftly and quickly. Watched as she didn’t even look to Vivian while she did so. Watched those emotions still dancing in her eyes.

The dress peeling away, revealing her friend’s body startled her. The look of that frame, the shape of the lines, they weren’t what she was used to. She looked starved, pale and neglected. As though her body had suffered for what Vivian had done. And Vivian herself still looked gorgeous. Their bodies were different, yet the same. Vivian was naked, cold and slammed against the door. Cecilia was warm and standing in front of her with her underwear still shining through. The failure, the success. Neither looked their part.

But seeing that dress fall gave way to Vivian gasping as Cecilia advanced again, slamming her body back once more. The directiveness, the force that Cecilia put into it… it was almost too much for her. Vivian panted, her breath turning into a throaty and hoarse moan of delight as those fingers suddenly parted her neck’s skin, before those teeth sunk into it. Vivian now gasped in delight, throarty whimpers filling the air as her neck trembled from the contact. Her fingers, still in the air, finally curled into fists as those lips shoved hard onto her neck. All while Vivian couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move. Cecilia was the one taking the turns here. Vivian was her instrument, and this wasn’t a sonata. It was an aria. An aria of pain.

Those fingers moving down to trail the cold water over her skin, finally reaching her rear and gripping it painfully only kept arousing her to no end. Vivian could barely take it, barely take this feeling again. Nobody had done this to her, nobody had been willing to. She hadn’t wanted anybody to! And those fingers, reaching up to suddenly grab her hair and yank it backwards, Vivian moaned loudly and sharply into the air as a massive bead of her arousal ran down her thigh. Their first sexual encounter had been like this. Shoved onto the bed, kissed up and down while her hair was tugged to make her all the wetter. It was beautiful when it happened. It was beautiful now.

But that bulge pressing into her, Vivian panted as she looked down. Her body was red and that handprint remained, but that bulge was pressing firmly into her stomach. She could see it, that massive bead on the tip of the barrier that craved to be released. Vivian grunted as she tried to distangle her lips away from the other girl’s. After a few successful tries, she succeeded.

“Show vee vat I vas missing…” Panting, Vivian’s right foot suddenly came up, gripping the band of her underwear. With a single pull, she freed that turgid length, moaning as the tip smacked straight into her belly. A smear of precum was left on her body as she pressed their foreheads together harder, wrapping her legs around Cecilia’s right and slowly humping it with her hips. Showing her what she wanted. Showing her what she needed. Showing her that Cecilia didn’t have to hold back.
 
Cecilia's breath was nearly ecstatic, by the way her 'victim' reacted. Her body was taken over, by a familiar feeling, that'd been so long and far apart. It no longer felt like the year, close to two, that it was, but it felt like it'd been an eternity. A life time, since their bodies had been close like it where now, that her dress had been removed. Her eyes and mind barely noticed the differences between them, not really caring how neglected she where, in truth. Getting used to eating the bare minimum was easy, when you could afford barely that. Getting used to no sun was easy, when your own solace was at home, with instrument in hand. Vivian's body became the instrument of Cecilia's fingers, and she played to her melody. Vivian was now her solace, and Cecilia hadn't felt this good in years. Vivian moaned, squirmed and moved, at Cecilia's beck, and call, accepting that the girl needed this. But not only that, but needing it herself.

The whimper who followed the bite on Vivian's neck, sent a shiver down her spine. It was not a reflection of discomfort. Vivian didn't want it to stop, she wanted more, accelerating Cecilia in her actions. Now that their bodies where this close, Cecilia also felt the arousal of the other girl, by a gentle touch of warmer fluids, meeting her thigh, sending a groaned moan through her lips. Her hand yanked Vivian's hair again, taking her lips hostage once more, pressing them together. The hand on Vivian's rear finally gave, but only to move a little to the side, and take another, firm hold. And when Vivian tried to untangle their kiss, Cecilia wouldn't let her at first, stealing her lips back a few times, before giving a slight growl, when she released herself. With the guttural, carnal sound, her teeth marked themselves against the edge of Vivian's lips while she spoke, but didn't bite. Her lips curled a slight grin, before exhaling a hoarse breath, when she felt Vivian's toes pull her underwear down. It was unsuspected, and arousing, that Vivian could even manage that, being this close to Cecilia, and it sent another image of memory through her. Vivian had always been surprisingly agile, for a Musician. Most Musicians didn't exercise, the way Vivian did. Staying healthy, while still focusing on her music. Cecilia remembered having 'hunted' Cecilia through the house, after she'd teased her a bit too much. The hunt was silly, because they both knew the outcome. Even though Vivian could always have, and easily so, gotten away, Cecilia always caught her. Cecilia may be stronger, but Vivian was always the faster, more agile of the two. But, ultimately, like now, they both wanted the same thing. Cecilia to catch Vivian, and let their bodies sink into each other once more.

Just like tonight, their bodies now almost completely naked against each other, as Vivian's leg wrapped around her side, stroking against her like a pole. Cecilia joined right in, their bodies as familiar with each other's rhythms, as their instruments had been with each other's melodies. It had come to a point, where the two could jam all night, and not skip or miss a tune of each other's. They could do the same, in bed. Exploring each other, with no chance of ever boring each other. Always finding new places to touch and kiss. New, and exciting, ways of arousing each other.
Cecilia's hand on Vivian's started stroking around her waist, easily and quickly finding it's way to Vivian's glistening sex. She stroked two finger's over Vivian's folds, before plunging them inside, as deep as they could. She kept making sure Vivian's body stayed close, while her fingers wriggled and writhed inside the other girl's wet insides. The fingers started thrusting, as the hand in Vivian's hair let go, making it's way down quickly, to grab on to her leg instead, keeping it off the ground, forcing Vivian to keep her her balance with one leg. Cecilia didn't force Vivian's arms up anymore, but even when the force of that, and the push against the wall gone, she still managed to force Vivian to do something. In order to keep her balance, she had to lean back against the wall. Cecilia's eyes looked down to her, lust and desire so burning in them, that it was surprising she hadn't already starting aiming for a finish. And even in this deep desire, there was visible anger. A fire, not stemming from sexual arousal, but from neglect. Cecilia could not underestimate that anger, for it needed this as well. Nearly as much, as her lack of sexual release did.

Cecilia stopped thrusting her finger's inside Vivian, instead moving a hand to Vivian's raised leg, pushing it off of her. In doing so, she groaned again, both her hands grabbing Vivian's hips firmly, leaving red marks behind as she forced the other girl's body around. She now pressed her lower body against Vivian's rear, letting her feel Cecilia's member stroking down between her legs, over the folds. Cecilia reached around one of Vivian's legs, forcing them to spread, as the other hand stroked up her back, grabbing her hair once more. This time, she used her head to push her head forward, pressing her cheek against the wall. She also stepped backwards a little, forcing Vivian's body to bend, keeping a tight grip on her as she sculpted Vivian's position.
Finally, slightly bend, with her upper body and cheek pressed against the wall, Cecilia's hand came down hard on Vivian's exposed rear, sending a resounding 'crack' through the room. She'd slapped the rear cheek, that she hadn't groped before, both now red, but one of them gleaming it. Cecilia moaned, as she leaned back just slightly, only to position herself properly, and then lead the tip of her member towards where her fingers already broke in. As Vivian had asked, Cecilia wasn't holding back, her impressive endowment easily pushing it's way inside, but not without spreading the neglected folds wide for it. The second her tip was in, she moved her hand to Vivian's hip, grabbing it firmly once again, as she continued thrusting. She didn't go gentle, as she had that first time. Both where hungry. Hungry for something, they'd been neglecting for so long. Something, they'd both been missing. And so, she thrust inside of Vivian, the force of said thrust sending a clap through the room, while pressing the Side of Vivian's face and her breast's a little harder onto the wall.
Vivian let out a hoarse, shivering moan, followed by an almost joyous cry of pleasure, as she leaned her head down, biting on to Vivian's back, chuckling moans a few times. It'd been far too long. And in this moment, once again, she felt the joy of each other's presence. Vivian's presence, was no longer foreign and somewhat a discomfort. It was pleasure. It was warmth. It was. Joyous.
 
Vivian’s body was alive. Alive with passion, alive with desire. She’d been caught, she’d been grabbed and caught, and it was all that she could do to just listen and obey. Cecilia had her, she had her pinned down. Now she had to simply trying to stay alive long enough to feel what this predator had in mind for her. Those memories, where had they been all of this time? Of being hunted, of being caught and cornered, grabbed and rammed into? Cecilia wouldn’t hold back on her now, and Vivian knew that was what she wanted. She was dignified by her choices, exhilarated by her position. And all whilst Cecilia was holding onto her with such passion, such force of will, and leaving her completely speechless.

As Cecilia’s hands started to move her body once more, Vivian offered no resistance. Instead, the girl leaned her back up obediently against the wall, letting her move her legs. Her weight shifted backwards the center of her spine, and Vivian’s body in turn shifted to let her back shove up against the wall. The girl’s breath hiked as she reached up, brushing her hair out of her face as she pulled it backwards, letting Cecilia see her entire face. See what was burning inside of it. See how she starined to keep up on one leg, whilst those fingers suddenly moved forward to spear her sex on them, whilst her eyes lidded and her head moved back, her body quaking at the sensation.

Spearing, that was a perfect turn for it. Cecilia’s music that night, it’d speared her heart and destroyed her emotions. Now that same spearew as being thrust into her sex, the weakest and most vulnerable part on her entire body. Forced apart. Shoved into as hard as one’s fingers would go, without any thought as to how she would feel after it was over. No, that wasn’t what Vivian nor Cecilia were after. This wasn’t the act of lovemaking, nor was it the simple act of fucking. This was their passion, their desires, their pent up emotions all bursting forward as each action of thrusting sent Vivian’s entire form trembling against the door.

To those listening, and watching, Vivian looked to be in pain. The red marks across her body, the harshness of fingers moving into her without any lube, all made her eyes tear up and her head lean back. But likewise she was wet, and droplets began to drip and splatter down otno the floor, painting it with her lusting desires. Her fingers were coated in Vivian’s juices, and each action was only making it flow more. Those fingers suddenly tangling back in her hair and tugging on her scalp, hands digging hard into her hips and dragging nails across them to flip her around, slamming her right back against the wall, making Vivian’s body crack against the hard wood as even her composed form was unable to stop from letting out a cry of pain.

Yet that cry was silenced as instead those hands suddenly righted her hips, and she kenw what was coming. Vivian could only gasp and brace herself as those hands suddenly came down, letting out whip cracks through hthe room as her rear was turned red. Red, that was the color of her skin the day that she was caught out in the rain. Another crack, turning white into red. That was what’d happened with Vivian’s love, stained red form a pure white. Glistening left behind on her cheeks, that last shimmer roaring back to life inside of the two of them. Vivian let out another long throaty howl as she felt her rear being yanked heavily back up against her lover, their bodies melding, before those hands smacked her back and forced her into a lovely curve, exposing her rear and holding her to that.

But that was when she felt it. A heat, a concentrated burning against her sex’s lips. That sensation of touch, that desire that burned inside of her at that moment. That infero came to light as suddenly that tip was doused in her love juices, not from the apex of pleasure, but form the sheer desire to have it inside of her. That burning tip against her, ready to violate her, to show her what she’d done wrong. It was tantalizing… burning… throbbing. She had to have something, she had to have it.

She needed to be punished for her transgressions.

And as the tip entered her, Vivian’s entire body was thrusted hard up against the door. Vivian’s hands came up to grip onto the door, her nails dragging across it as likewise her head was yanked backwards. More juices, more moaning. That tip, slamming forward into her. More moaning, her body trembling. All she could do was shriek, gasp, moan and cry out for lust, want nothing more than to be taken like the whore she was. Vivian’s moans turned into loud gasps, those gasps into small cries. Vivian, that wasn’t who she was. She wasn’t the woman who left, who ran away from everything. Now, she was that slut, that whore that Cecilia could take whenever she wanted, and Vivian wouldn’t say a word to. That slut that Cecilia could sit her down in public and finger, and be made to hide it. That slut that Cecilia could take her own bow and play her lower lips and make her shriek. That slut that Cecilia could slap and kick, pull and tug on, and still rest easy at night as the two rested post coitus.

That slut that Cecilia loved.
 
When Vivian revealed her face, Cecilia had taken in every inch of it. It didn't show on her, but she was still scanning her old muse. Her old lover. Her old slut. Sure, they'd done rough things, and played around with punishment, but Cecilia had always been careful. She probably would always be so, but there was something else inside of her now, that weren't there back then. An aggressive obsessiveness, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to wrestle free of. She'd lost Vivian, when she'd needed her the most. She wasn't going to let that happen again. She couldn't. A part of her realized then, just how much she needed Vivian. How much she loved her. That love was still there. Only the trust was still stained. Tainted. But trust could be mended.
This is what she'd needed. To vent her aggression. Her anger. Her mind was already clearing, making her realize things she couldn't focus on before. She -needed- Vivian. Vivian was her's. But not just because Cecilia needed her, but because Vivian wanted it. And even within all this anger, that is what mattered to Cecilia the most. Even with the neglect she'd suffered, she wanted Vivian to be happy. In that moment, anxiety gave a little pang as well. Because Cecilia realized, that she wasn't long for her home town, if things could really be cleared out between them. That was terrifying. Exciting.

Even with this realization, Cecilia wasn't about to stop. Both girls, still needed something, and the anger was still there. The lust. The desire. She listened to Vivian's muses, as she used her vulnerabilities, and spun her around her finger. Vivian was the slut Cecilia remembered. But it was so much more. Cecilia had always been careful, but now. She was more angry. More obsessive. She needed, and wanted, to punish Vivian for leaving. But the most exciting of all, she wanted to explore more ventures. A part of her had always known, that she didn't need to be too careful with the girl, but still she had been. She wasn't going to be 'too' careful anymore. She wanted Vivian to feel like a slut, because right now, she was. She was a tool, for Cecilia to vent.

With that thought, Cecilia's hand cracked down a second time, on exactly the same spot, taking advantage of the already sensitive skin, with her member still buried as deep as it would inside those glistening walls. Cecilia's member would be the envy of many men, and the fact that it'd all been shoved in without second thought, probably hurt as much as the first smack. And it obviously wasn't going to stop then, slowly pulling out, only to thrust back inside harshly again, pushing Vivian's against the wall again in the process. The hand in Vivian's hair, yanked backwards slightly, forcing her head off of the door, before thrusting once again. This caused the push from the thrust, to pull Vivian's hair as well, if she didn't reach out and push against the wall. Cecilia moaned with each thrust, starting to create a rhythm with her thrust's, as her fingers squeezed hard on the sensitive red skin on Vivian's rear. The hand started exploring again, however, stroking up Vivian's side, scratching it in a few places, before reaching around her, to her breast. Here, it squeezed as well, firm and harsh, before pinching the sensitive nipple.

Vivian's body was roaring with pleasure. She was drowning with desire and lust, as she ravaged and used Vivian's body. It had been so long. Too long. She remembered all those times the two'd fooled around. Had heated moments on their parent's couches, even almost getting caught once, or twice. Her parents knew what they where doing, and Vivian's probably did too. But they where never physically caught. They'd been good at hiding. Quick to redress. Sure, the smell had been around that one time, when her father came home early, and considering how fast he said 'Hey, hello, I've got some things to do in the study', and practically ran out of the living room... Yeah, he knew. But that'd only made the rest of the night, even more fun. Cecilia had enjoyed that. The risk of getting caught. Getting seen. Now... She wasn't so sure. Her anxiety was back, stronger then ever. But. In this moment, it did excite her again. The thought that someone could walk by the door, and hear them. Walk by the window...

Cecilia turned her eyes towards the room's singular window, and a wicked grin ran across her face. It felt. Good. Plotting. In front of the window, was the singular round table in the room, so you could enjoy a dinner, while looking out at the street. But not only that, made her feel good. The grin. It'd been so long, since she'd grinned that way. So long, since she'd had a devious idea like this.
She bit at her lower lip, thrusting deep inside Vivian again, pausing for just a second. Was it too much?

That thought was only there for a second, before pulling Vivian's body close to her own. In doing so, she wrapped both her arms around the other girl's waist, lifting her just inches above the ground. It was only just high enough, that Vivian couldn't touch the floor, if she tried to stretch her feet and resist, now putting her completely at Cecilia's strong arm's mercy.
With this grip, her member still lodged and twitching around inside Vivian, she lifted her over to the table, moving to the side of it, so she had her side to the window. The window's curtains where currently down, probably hiding her intentions a little longer.
Cecilia pushed her lover against the table, making sure she bent her legs slightly, to lay on top of it. Her fingers curled back into the girl's hair, turning her eyes towards the window, while her other hand reached out for the curtain's string. With one quick pull, the curtains where raised, opening the stage to the darkness outside. Gentle, dim light entered the room, from the night light on the streets outside, tiny shadows from the snowfall visible in the dim light.

The chance someone was going to catch them in this moment, was still dim. It was late, and the snow was hard and biting. But the chance was there, and it was accelerating. But.
Cecilia reached her free hand down, grabbing on to one of Vivian's legs, turning her around to her side, revealing everything that was happening to the seats outside in the cold snow. To the audience, of the heavy snow fall. She kept one of Vivian's legs raised, letting the other stay on the table. And if Vivian tried to press her legs together, Cecilia would stop that from happening, squeezing her finger nails into Vivian's skin, making damn sure she knew she wasn't allowed to do that.
And then, their music continued. The music of skin, clapping against skin. Gently squishing sounds, of Vivian's hot sex, opening up for Cecilia's member again, and again. And for the song, the girl's moans, as pleasure, anger and desire was vented, in a beautiful duet. -Their- duet.
 
Vivian’s fingers dug into the door as Cecilia continued to so violently slam into her, forcing her body back and forth against the hard surface. Her breath caught in her throat again as she felt those fingers tangling up in her hair, and likewise those hands still clawing at her body. Her body, the one she kept in such pristine and delightful condition. Something that she’d always been proud of and wanted to keep clean. Now, Cecilia was painting it with red and marks of lusty raw desire, turning her tanned skin into a harsh beady red. Vivian moaned out at each mark, yelped at every clawing, but she never was able to imagine that it would be this intense. But that only made her drip like the slut she was even more.

Slut. A word with such an ugly connotation. But in its literal meaning, Vivian fell squarely under it. A woman who was willing to put herself into any sexual situation with someone else, in a kinky set of circumstances. One who was willing to be kinky and dirty for their lover. Vivian and Cecilia at this moment weren’t lovers, they were just two women, fighting with each other sans the words. Neither of htem were speaking, and perhaps that was for the best. All the wording the two needed to work off of was there mutual moans and gasping, and Vivian’s whorish shieks of delight. It would seem wrong to make it seem like a woman was intentionally a slut, or to imply that she was one. But Vivian… -was- a slut.

Her thoughts were interrupted as that hand came cracking down on her already abused skin, causing her to shriek again and her entire body to quiver. Her legs shook and her knees momentarily knocked together, the pain coursing through her and causing her eyes to quiver. But likewise, a spurt of her love juices coated Cecilia’s shaft, dripping down her thighs now as she felt such potent, such powerful arousal coursing through her veins. Vivian could only shriek, moan, gasp, almost like an animal caught in a trap.

That feeling, the one of being taken, of being held down and slammed into, it was intoxicating. Vivian’s fingers reached up to keep clawing at the door, but finally she couldn’t and they simply planted themselves on it. Vivian had been running, running to what she saw as a brighter future. And she’d found it, and she’d loved it. But now she was back down in the darkness, the one that she’d seen and the one that she wanted. And she knew that she wasn’t, she couldn’t be allowed to leave it. The rush, the utter rush of being taken like this, of Cecilia herself again, it made every painful thrust turn into a gush of her arousal that was now dripping down both of their legs.

Yet that was nothing compared to what her lover did next. Vivian’s eyes were already shut tightly, so as her arms came up to grip her chest, she could only open her eyes widely before they lidded again. Her body was shaking harder than ever before, and it was a miracle that she hadn’t already climaxed yet. But Vivian was strong, and Cecilia deserved this. Vivian deserved this. She definitely, most definitely deserved this.

Yet her breasts being grabbed was only part of what had happened. In a quick moment, Vivian found her body was now off the ground, and her toes didn’t touch the floor. Her eyes bulged widely as she looked down towards her lover, only to feel the shaft was still bouncing, still pulsing inside her. It was still buried in her, still claiming her like the slut she was. And as the two moved, Vivian was still desperately clutching onto her, still panting, still moaning and gasping. Their bodies were still harmonizing as she was slammed down unceremoniously to the tiny table, the wood creaking hard as Vivian’s head rolled back to lean over the edge of the table.

Being slammed down onto the table set Vivian on the edge, locking the trigger as it was. And her leg being lifted up, to drive down into her with no resistance, and to hold her legs apart only made their passionate sex that much more passionate. Vivian’s thighs had long since turned deep maroon, and she could only let it happen, let it continue. Her eyes were shut again as she let out longer, harder moans, her legs trembling and her toes curling. Whether or not Cecilia knew it was coming, Vivian did, and as her eyes opened just enough to see the two in front of the window… it was far too much for her.

A little game the two of them would play if they were particularly aroused that day was one that would be considered… deviant, even by some of the more deviant. Cecilia would make Vivian cum inside of her clothing, and that would cause her to leave a massive damp patch on her pants of underwear that would make walking around near impossible. At times, this would be right before a mall excursion, or even a small performance. Vivian was a squirter and one that was very potent at that; so their game was both deliciously cruel to Vivian, and horribly arousing to Cecilia.

At that moment, the memories of that game must have flooded back, as Vivian let out a loud and hard moan, turning into a tiny cry as her mouth opened, but no other sound came out. Her body quivered, ripples going through it like an earthquake through a street as she came, walls spasming along with her as her fingers curled down around the table. Cecilia’s waist was drenched in said juices, and her cock was given the treatment of her walls despereatly clamping down upon her shaft. Vivian’s eyes opened, but they were glassy and unfocused. Her body, her mind in that moment was just her pleasure, her delight, the sensation of Cecilia. It was all about Cecilia. -All- Cecilia.
 
Cecilia and Vivian, would surely be considered Deviants be some, their sex games deplorable to more vanilla viewers. They way they used to play around with their equal filthiness, and dirty minds. Making sure Vivian had wet stains in public, that fabric itching and clenching against her body as she performed or just went shopping. The time Cecilia'd bought a toy, making Vivian wear it at a party with other friends. Making her quake with the toys vibrations on the dance floor, on the couch, in the kitchen. But all of these games, always ended with aftercare. Finishing off Vivian, had she not reached a climax again. Cecilia cleaning her up with a warm shower. Lulling her to sleep in a warm embrace, under the blanket of loving kiss'. Cecilia always took good care of Vivian, comforting her after every single embarrassing thing she did. Cuddled her, for every exhausting night of rough love making. Cleaning her, with every filthy act. While the two girls had never really put words to it, Cecilia was the caring Dominant, taking good care of her submissive. Her pet. Not much different then their instruments. Aftercare was important, and Cecilia never forgot it. Because she loved it. Loved to care for Vivian's red skin, after creating it. Loved cleaning off the juices of their love making, clearing the evidence. Lulling Vivian to sleep, like a care taker. A protector.

With Vivian clenching on to her, panting and moaning, Cecilia felt.. Powerful, again. She'd felt weak, for so long. Hadn't kept her body in shape, unable to with the money she made. Couldn't eat properly. Couldn't sleep properly. But still, now, she could be strong. For herself. For Vivian. Carrying her to the table, was no chore. Required little effort. Vivian wasn't heavy, and their adrenaline was rushing. intoxicating them both in a high, leaving them completely speechless. There was only the natural ecstasy running through them, letting only pants, moans and groans escape their lips. But nothing needed to be said. They both knew what they needed. What they wanted. The raw pleasure they where both craving, and had been without for too long.

Cecilia knew what was coming, from the moment she watching Vivian's body starting to twitch so delightfully. Her toes curling, always giving this away. This didn't make Cecilia slow down. Tonight, wasn't a night to tease. To edge Vivian, and force her body to twitch and squirm, until she dropped from exhaustion. Memories of doing so rushed in. Cecilia had been viciously good at this, and she'd tortured Vivian with it for ages, more then once. Forcing Vivian's body to wait, for something so raw and natural as her climax. Keeping her edging, just on that knife's edge, where her body wasn't entirely under her own control. Squirming. Moaning. Begging for her release. Offering everything she was and had, in order for Cecilia to finally finish her off, being unable to herself due to tied wrists and ankles. No, this wasn't the time. Cecilia was going to let Vivian release, in that tornado of pleasure.

So Cecilia didn't stop thrusting, when she felt that climax coming along. Continuing to thrust inside of those tightly clenched walls, when it finally came. And when the constricting, tightening waves began, thrusting becoming harder because of the tightness, she only slowed down. She still didn't stop. She forced Vivian to ride it. Feel every inch of her climax run through her entire body. She moved her finger's to Vivian's womanhood, her thumb feeling and playing with that sensitive knob, as the juices splashed them both filthy with their love making. Cecilia could feel those juices cover her abdomen, and it drove her crazy. Knowing how good she'd just made Vivian feel, by just taking whatever she wanted herself. It was still just as accelerating as she remembered. Her arm held on tightly to Vivian's raised leg, Cecilia's teeth soon sinking into the exposed skin in front of them, groaning as her eyes shut tightly. Her own climax was pulling close as well. The constricting walls forced it closer with such accelerated process, that she knew she couldn't keep it up much longer. But, she wanted to.

By a force of will, she kept herself going, without pausing much, as she rode Vivian through her orgasm. The silent audience of snow, watching two girls exploring each other anew. Finding pleasure in each other's raw emotions. A long lost pleasure, being exposed to the darkness of a winter night, once again. And it was overwhelming. Her thrust's being followed by guttural groans, as they started picking up in pace again, forcing Vivian's body to continue, even after such a raw climax. But Cecilia could feel her legs starting to slump. Her strength, starting to waver, as her own release was nearing. As she herself, sprinted towards her edge. And as she did, she realized how strong it would be. Realized, she had to move.

Cecilia grabbed on to Vivian's body, once more. Once more, taking charge and deciding where they where. She moved Vivian's legs on each side of her waist, before pulling her up in a sitting position, squeezing their breast's together once again. A grab of Vivian's hair, led their lips into another kiss, filled with as much passion as the last. If Vivian was exhausted form such a raw climax, the kiss was one sided, but it still displayed the passion of the Guitarist.
Cecilia moved her right hand, her stronger arm, down to grab at Vivian's rear once again, lifting her up as the other arm supported her back. She moved them to the bed, tossing Vivian on to it roughly, letting her back hit the soft mattres. In this act, their sex' left each other's embrace, and Cecilia panted heavily, staying where she was for a moment.
Standing at the bed's edge, her form was almost intimidating. Her body had gotten a slight tinge of red in several places. Her member was still standing, fully erect, and glistening with Vivian's juices. But she didn't wait long. She couldn't. She needed her release too, and she leaped upon Vivian's poor, vulnerable form. Predator, catching her prey once again, she reached up and bit Vivian's neck, but only for a second, before their lips met again. Cecilia's kiss', mixed with the tightening of her fingers around the sheets bellow Vivian, signalized how close she was as well.
One hand guided her member, right back inside those already used, wet folds, to claim the tight cave once again.

Cecilia started thrusting again, showing no relent once again, as she claimed that last bit of Vivian's foggy mind. Their bodies closely squeezed together, Cecilia on top, they'd become one entity. Melded together in extreme pleasure, as Cecilia's member started twitching and throbbing more intensely. Her finger's grip on the bed sheets tightened and pulled, as Cecilia gave a hoarse, hiked gasp, her own fluids of climax releasing inside of Vivian. Her member throbbed uncontrollably, as it filled Vivian's walls with a new fluid. Her body continued to thrust, pushing herself and the fluid as deep inside Vivian as she did. Cecilia's head was lulled back, her damp hair sticking to her face. She shook her head a few times, before looking right back down to Vivian. Her eyes sought Vivian's, as her face constrained into her climax, eyes barely able to stay open. She Showed Vivian, exactly what she did to her. How good she'd made her feel, as her member thrust inside again, before pulling out, and resting on top of Vivian. She'd pulled, before she'd finished entirely, unable to stand the raw pleasure of Vivian's constricting walls any longer, some of the white cum spraying over Vivian's belly in the process, as Cecilia's body twitched into a world of joy.
 
Riding down from orgasm was an experience one had to go through in order to have it. Vivian’s senses were both heightened and dulled, processing the information and yet simultaneously only processing the information that benifieted her the most. Her body was still twitching, still panting, still gasping as her body was thrown into the throws of climax’s delights, but likewise wasn’t prepared to ride the roller coaster that was created for her. She’d expected her body to simply go up and down, something that she knew Cecilia would do to her. Yet instead she kept going, she kept moving through it, and in turn she was thrown off from what she expected.

Each time the two had played, it’d been very straightforward. The build up and the sex was the most intensive part, and through her orgasm it was far more about the aftercare than it was about the orgasm itself. Yet Cecilia wasn’t doing that, wasn’t letting her ride it down. No, instead she was being made to extend it, made to revel and shriek in it. Her body was already burning with delight, nad instead of being allowed to fade, it was getting worse. The mare shrieked out and threw her head back in delight, panting and gasping heavily as she worked to try and, at the very least, get something in her body, some reprieve. Yet none came.

That wasn’t to say that Vivian didn’t enjoy the feeling. It was a primal, a raw feeling that coursed through her as she continued to squirt, continued to douse her lover. Yet Cecilia, her hips didn’t slow down. They sped up, and in turn it felt as though she was now having a series of mini intense orgasms, ones that each made her pulse further and harder onto her lover. It was a feeling that woudlnt’ end, one that wouldn’t go away. She wanted it, she loved it, but likewise she was barely controlling it. Her energy was draining fast, and her body was showing it. Sweat was still forming on top of her, her body was still pulsing with utter desire and yet dipping further into exhaustion. Vivian’s raw red and beaten form was finally beginning to feel the effects of that roughness, and as she felt herself being lifted, Vivian didn’t protest.

Once she was moved to the bed, thrown down like a pillow, her form finally was shown for what Cecilia was making it. Vulnerable, open, almost abused. Red skin that had marks all over it form biting and shoving, her legs spread open and jerking while her lips were raw from penetration. Dripping fluids still slowly leaking out of her like a faucet that’d been snapped open, and mouth agape and eyes staring into vacant space. The woman who’d played on stage, who’d serenaded the audience with a tale full of woe and beauty. Now she was reduced to a pathetic beaten slut on a hotel room bed… and worst being, that both of them loved it.

Vivian only let out the tiniest of gasps as she was penetrated once more, and in turn she gave a pathetic squirt to match. Her fingers were too weak to grab onto anything, and in turn she was easily taken over by the form of the much more powerful girl. Their strengths mirrored the other in opposites, their bodies in the same way. Vivian’s slender and more curvy form fit into the still feminine but more toned and defined form of her lover. Their bodies sweat was sticking together, their drenching moans becoming one as well. Vivian, however, looked ready to pass out, and when Cecilia was finally approaching her climax, she was almost out.

When the hot cum finally released into her depths, that fire that’d been burning inside her was finally quenched. The sticky and warm trendils sated her lust, and in turn Vivian let out another fluttering gasp as she felt the long member finally pulling itself out. The last few spurts landing on her body, paining her again for who she was, for what she was doing here and what she was saying by it. Marking her as one who’d returned, one who was finally back. And as she felt their forms together again, Vivian knew she couldn’t leave.

The girl, however looked far worse for wear. Still trembling, the girl shivered before her head collapsed down onto a pillow, remaining there as she coughed, her form sweating profusely before finally her hand reached up, slowly taking ahold of Cecilia’s. Once she did so, it was as though a switch was finally relased… as in turn Vivian collapsed onto the sheets, her breath slowing as she began to pass out…
 
Cecilia could almost see the loss of control on Vivian. She didn't know what to do, with this over stimulus. It spelled a whole new feeling inside of Cecilia. The enjoyment in watching Vivian, go through something new. It'd been a long time, since she'd seen that. Too long. At this point, she didn't observe if Vivian liked it, as much as she usually did. At this point, she needed to reach her edge as well, and she was most certainly going to. She deserved that.
And, finally, having reached it, above Vivian's beaten, red and exhausted form, Cecilia gave a sigh, signifying her own exhaustion, as she lowered her body, her slowly limping member stroking against Vivian's hip. Her eyes flickered up to Vivian's hand, tilting slightly when she reached for her own. A tiny smile crept on Cecilia's lips, as she accepted it in, embracing it warmly. She leaned herself down, resting on her elbows, as well as on top of Vivian's body, becoming one with her once again. She moved Vivian's hand to her face, gently stroking her cheek against her knuckles, looking down to her face. She smiled lightly, watching her past lover, slowly slipping into sleep. Cecilia nodded a single time, leaning down to kiss the nape of her neck.
"Shh.. Go ahead, Vivy.. Get your rest. I'll take care of you." She silently whispered, kissing Vivian's cheek as well, before raising to her knees. She was slow in the movement, and quelled a groan, not wanting to make any noise. Her body was exhausted, sure. But she wasn't done. She wasn't just going to sleep. Vivian didn't deserve that. Vivian was beautiful. Vivian was wonderful. She deserved to rest proper.

Cecilia carefully moved to Vivian's side, stroking her arms bellow the slightly smaller female's shoulder's, as well as thighs, carefully moving her so she lay along the bed, rather than with her legs sprawled over the edge of the bed. She moved her hands bellow Vivian's head, carefully raising it, and getting pillows bellow her. If Vivian tried to turn around on her side, however, Cecilia gently stopped her, making sure she staid on her back, once again hushing her closer to rest.
After moving the nearly fainted woman, Cecilia moved on the bed, lying down on her side, looking at Vivian's face again, her head rested on a pillow close to Vivian's. Cecilia blinked hazily, as she reached out a hand, slowly stroking two fingers down Vivian's stomach. She knew where Vivian was ticklish, and she wasn't aiming for that. She just wanted to pet her to sleep. She wasn't going to faint, like the complete whore she looked. She was going to fall asleep, as a woman who was loved. Cared for. Even though a part of Cecilia was still doubtful and hesitant in completely dedicating to her love for Vivian, love still filled her heart. Trust still had to be regained. But she -did- love her. And so she wanted her to fall asleep knowing that. Cecilia looked back up to Vivian's eyes, weather closed or not, as she reached her hand up to stroke a few strands away from the other woman's face.
"Thank you." She whispered, before slowly moving closer to Vivian, wrapping one arm over the near sleeping woman, moving a leg over her as well, warming them both with their bodies. And like that, she waited for Vivian to sleep. Said nothing else, but waited for that sweet relief from wake.

Once Vivian was truly asleep, Cecilia staid with her for a while, just staring at Vivian's face, while she slept. She'd done this so many times before, but the view never became tiering. The view from a luxury condor only kept it's glory for a few years, before it just became.. The norm. But not this view. This view, was perfect. Always had something new to focus on. Always had something surprising. In truth, it didn't, but love could be a hallucinogenic, when it needed to.
Cecilia finally moved out of the bed, being extremely careful not to stir Vivian too bad. Walking around the bed, she took a pause to look over her 'handy work'. Some might look at Vivian then, and consider her for what she'd just been. A slut, wanting to be taken like one. A whore, for free. But Cecilia saw so much more. And she was not prepared to leave Vivian looking like that.
Cecilia wen't to the bathroom, going into all the right cupboards, to find the right chemicals she needed. Cecilia worked as a cleaner, and had done a few clean ups for the motels before, so knew where everything was. She didn't need any of the fancy stuff, that she wouldn't find inside the rooms, just needed some essentials.

After quickly preparing a bowl with some water and a tiny bit of soap, she rushed back into the bedroom. Carefully, she sat back down next to Vivian, once again looking to her face, almost serenely. It brought a certain calm to her mind, watch Vivian. Not because of her current state. It wasn't the acceleration of it. No, she saw the beautiful girl she'd once fallen in love with, and had never been able to let go of. Forget. Even through great hardship, that love was still present. Once again she smiled, before looking back down the woman's body. Her body had become a red, glistening mess. Their mess. And even now, as Cecilia started slowly, carefully and thoroughly cleaning Vivian's lower body, she still felt overjoyed. She didn't mind this. She found solace in cleaning. Putting her mind to work. It had helped her think about other things, in a time where thinking about anything else meant heartache.
Cecilia was good at it as well. Even moving Vivian so graciously, that it felt like no intrusion on her sleep. Even when she slowly cleaned those abused, raw lips, it was hardly felt. And once she'd finished, she moved a blanket over the sleeping woman, tugging it gently around her, and stroking her hair. And, once again, she stood there and watched for a moment, silently smiling to herself, and no one. Only she, could see her joy in this moment. But she hoped Vivian would feel it in the morning.

About fifteen minutes later, Cecilia had cleaned up most of their mess, walking naked around Vivian's room, silent like a ghost. And once she'd finally finished, she got out some citrus air-freshener, spraying it on the edge of the bed, as well as into the whole room, before looking around the room once more. Searching. She needed something. Something, so vitally important in that moment. Something, she wasn't going to leave without. And after a few minutes, she'd found it. A piece of paper, as well as a pen. A note. She wasn't leaving, without writing one. Something that simple, felt like the most important thing in the world, in that moment. Silently, she sat down by the table, her body both clean and dry at that moment, if slightly cold. But the cold didn't bother her. Rarely did. And so, the pen danced, in her elegant handwriting.

Hey, Vivy.
I want to talk with you again. Today. But I have the long shift at the Dry cleaners, so maybe the evening would be best. At the Diner for dinner?
As a side note, I prepared an ice bag for you, in the freezer. Thought your neck might need it. Or your cute little rump. *A small drawing of a smiling music note. Something Cecilia loved, and often drew in the past.*
And if you want to get the sheets cleaned, don't use the Motel's washers, they're filthy. You could always come by the Dry cleaners? It's cheap, and I heard the personel is nice.
Thank you. Ceci..

PS, I left your key at the desk, after locking the door. Ask for 'Hopscotch', and you'll get it. Why Hopscotch? Why not Hopscotch?

Vivian finished it off with another very beautiful drawing of an A note. The drawing was a little different then a normal A note, however. It was a little crooked in one area, and bent in another. It was a fun little thing, Cecilia had made up once. It had both their initials in it. She'd used to write it on everything, saying that she was leaving their mark on it.

And with that note, Cecilia sent one last glance towards Vivian, before putting the note up against the vase in the middle of the table, making sure it was pretty obvious for Vivian when she woke up. After getting dressed, she left the Motel, with a wide smile. The kind of smile, that carried all the emotions of the wearer. A forgotten joy, finally starting to resurface.


The smile she'd carried the former evening had dimmed slightly, when Cecilia found herself at her job for the day. She was in charge of the Dry Cleaners, there to help people out if anyone needed it. No one needed that, on a Sunday. Most people of the little town, got their cleaning done on Fridays, meaning tossing their dirty laundry at the cleaners then, and picking it back up on Saturday.
So, there she sat, alone in the small Dry cleaners, staring glassy eyed at the paper on the table in front of her. Exhaustion was clear on the young woman, as she sat there in silence, drawing notes on her paper. This was something Cecilia did quite a lot. She didn't just draw them, but drew them in impossible combinations. Demanding a note at one end of the guitar, leading to another in the other end. Demanding a Cellist to send it's bow from the top, to the bottom, barely impossible to do. The chaos was soothing. It was challenging. It was interesting. She'd done this since she was very young. The impossible notes, were meant to be that. Impossible. Which made it all the more fun for her, whenever musicians tried to prove her wrong. Sometimes Vivian had managed. It wasn't always practical, nor beautiful. But it was fun. Challenging. She also made little ideas, when she drew. Ideas for funny, or beautiful combinations. But sometimes, she just felt like being mean, to the more coordinated and controlled Musicians. Because she was anything but that. She enjoyed the chaos. Enjoyed the surprise. The notes, no one thought of combining. The little surprises, that brought others' attention. She was truly an actor, as much as she was a musician.
 
Vivian’s body looked weak, tired and fragile. Her arms would occasionally twitch and her legs were slightly spread apart, whilst her breath was slow and meek. Her eyes were shut tightly, but it wasn’t clear if she was asleep or not. Rather, Vivian seemed to be floating between sleeping and awakenness, yawning every so often and shivering in the cold air of the room. The intense passion, the depravity of the two young women had finally worn away, and in its place was left a tired, almost broken young woman. Vivian’s body covered in small goosebumps as she felt Cecilia’s form beginning to move her, but she offered no protest for it.

As she was cleaned off, tiny memories finally completed the ones that Vivian had felt throughout their passionate copulation. Of being carried to a shower and rinsed away, given one last tiny fingered orgasm to sate her before helping her back down. Of being taken into the bedroom and wrapped in covers to rest, with Cecilia sitting guard for her. Of the two of them staring out the windows of the house they were in, neither one saying a word as Cecilia held her lover tightly and kept her that way. To most it was strange, a very strange way of looking at sex, with an incredibly hard build up, a brutally painful middle and a tiny apex of aftercare at the end. Yet these were two young women in their prime, both indulging the other, both wanting the other.

Anything after her head was propped up with the pillows, however, was lost in Vivian, as her body was passed out the second her face hit the pillow. The girl shivered hard as she moaned, curling her body into the covers and her breath finally becoming quiet and moving to her nose. Her chest would rise and fall with every pet, her arms had come to rest around a pillow that she hugged close to her. Vivian normally had a body pillow with her that she used, but tonight she didn’t, and she was making due. Having Cecilia with her only made it better and her sleep that much deeper.

Vivian that night didn’t dream. Her body was far too exhausted to dream, or at least recall what dream she had. But she slept late, so late it was almost absurd; when her eyes finally opened, it was nearly 2 in the afternoon. Her body had long since curled up into a ball to rest, and for a moment, she half expected Cecilia to grip her and pull her back into her body for another five minutes of sleep. But no, instead she was alone, and Vivian’s mind slowly went on reboot to discern the memories of the previous night.

Groaning, Vivian slowly tried to make her body react to her will, yet instead her muscles locked up and she was sent back down into the sheets. A pervasive soreness had settled over the woman, and the pain of being slammed and jerked around had already formed bruises on the back of her head and on her back. Nothing that couldn’t be covered, but they were there nonetheless. And a persistent throbbing in her groin reminded her of the fact last night had been the first sex she’d had in a long while, and that being said meant she wasn’t going to be getting up for quite some time.

It took Vivian almost a half hour to finally force herself to get up, and when she did she was entirely out of it. The girl shambled her way over towards the corner of the room, finding her cello case and slowly gripping onto it. She always practiced in the morning when she got up, and her body was acting far more on routine than it was on logic. The girl shivered hard, groaning in pain as she nervously began to move forward, her fingers shakily undoing the zipper and pulling it down.

Thankfully, Vivian had propped the Cello up against the small chair for the table, as far away as it was now. Vivian slumped down into the chair and slowly groaned as she fumbled around inside the cello case, finding her bow and shakily gripping it. Her other hand shakily reached up to grab onto the neck of the instrument, and nervously she placed the bow up against the strings.

A few discordian notes got out before Vivian’s ears were assailed by the sound. Wincing, the girl slowly placed the bow on the table, the noise jolting her mind. Why was she acting like this? She was just sore from sex, not having a hangover! Vivian let out a long and hard moaning groan as she forced her thoughts to come together, figure out what she needed to do. Maybe investigate the note now under the bow to her cello…

Note?! Quickly darting out, Vivian took hold of the piece of paper, bringing it to her face and forcing her hand still to read it. For a long moment, she was terrified about what it might say. That it might be… what she didn’t want to hear. That perhaps Cecilia had done this to hurt her, in the same way that she’d done to Cecilia. Her eyes nervously scanned the page as she read the note once, twice then a third time, finally managing to confirm that it wasn’t telling her to leave… telling her to never come back. And when she did so, she let out a long sigh and the note slowly fluttered down to the ground.

With the information now in her head, Vivian couldn’t help but smile. Cecilia, she still wanted to see her. She still wanted to spend time with her. Vivian was in town for a week if her hotel reservation was anything, and it’d only taken a quick call to her agent to make sure that she was able to stay. She had to see Cecilia… she was going to see Cecilia.
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A quick shower later, the young woman sighed, stretching out her back as she looked aroud the room. The young girl was now wearing a tight silver dress with a tie around her waist, pulling it tightly to her curves. The girl wore a small turtleneck under the dress, hiding some of the more prominent marks on her neck. And finally, Vivian had decided to wear flat footed silver shoes. Apparently, the young woman had turned to black and silver as her major accents.

After retrieving the room key from a rather knowing woman at the front desk, Vivian had quickly packaged up the sheets in a garbage bag, along with small bottles of detergent and fabric softner she bought from a nearby store. The note hadn't given her directions to the dry cleaners, but with a few bit of street knowledge asking and some mapping sklls, Vivian had quickly found the small building.

In one arm, Vivian carried a large garbage bag containing the sheets from the hotel. The young woman smiled as she stared up at the dry cleaners, sighing in the cold air. The turtleneck at least didn’t stand out due to the prominence of the cold, and Vivian herself sighed before stepping into the establishment.

Once inside, the rush of the heater made Vivian groan in comfort. The young woman looked about the room, trying to discern a free set of washers. Thankfully, the room itself was rather vacant, as it seemed the major rush was over. As such, Vivian made her way over to some washers, quickly paying for them with a few flicks of coins before looking about, trying to see if Cecilia was still there.
 
Cecilia, the young girl who sat at the dry cleaners, was usually used to the cold. Costumers would come, getting comfort by the heaters, but still keeping their heavy coats and sweat shirts on. The room had a decent temperature, but people mostly didn't stay long enough to get the fool feel. The room wasn't properly hot, and rarely got it. The few people who did take off their coats, and stayed around, soon put it back on, due to the breezes that often went through, compensating for the heat from machines. But not the young girl at the dry cleaners, Cecilia. She always just worked in the T-shirt, with the dry cleaners logo on it, as well as the thin pants to go with it, helping costumers with an inviting smile. She never condescended, when people didn't know how to use the machines, or maybe brought a mix of colors, and she had to correct them, and stop them from ruining their whites. Even though the woman had to be cold, she never let any of her discomfort, shine through her actions.
But that morning, things had been different. Cecilia was still herself, and would still help people with the same smile, but the cold seemed to bother her, for once. The cold was an actual discomfort on her body today, and she'd taken precautions.
Today, she'd taken a T-shirt, two sizes too big for her, that she sometimes slept in, and worn it on the outside of a bright yellowy sweatshirt. The yellow from the shirt, and the green cloth and yellow details around the logo, played a bright show for the eyes, and brought attention to her. The white pants, didn't help to deter that. She looked quite far from fashionable, but she looked comfortable. And, she was. For some reason, her discomfort with the cold was pleasant. She liked, not being able to take it. It made her feel more alive. Warmer, than usual. Like a weight that'd kept her under cold water, had been lifted, and the cold started bothering her. As if she'd been living in a house of ice, her heart gotten used to the cold. One with it. But now, that it'd felt warmth again, it wasn't going to take the cold anymore. It wanted the warm, comforts of life, like it'd once sought out, but forgotten the feel of. Revitalized.

The clink of the door opening, had snapped Cecilia out of a day dream about anything, and nothing, causing her to silently moan in the back room. Pretending to be happy and energetic for costumers, had always been hard work for Cecilia, though today it was just the energetic part. Pretending to be full of energy, and ready to help anyone, was hard when your crotch was a little sore, and your brain only had enough oxygen to stay functioning. She'd managed.. Very little more then three hours of sleep, after leaving Vivian that early morning. It was probably closer to two hours, but she hadn't counted. When she got home, she just prepared the alarm, and dropped asleep. And when she woke, she just washed up, walking a little groggily from both sores and exhaustion, got dressed and went to work. But even in this dreary, zombie like state, Cecilia felt more joy, then nights when she'd gotten enough, or more, sleep. Because today, her gentle happiness hadn't just been a show. She was feeling a little happy, and that was a vast improvement. She'd even helped old Ms. Hanson with a smile, who asked the same three questions, every single Sunday, the hints of dementia taking a toll on her. A little joy, went a long way, for someone who rarely had any.

Cecilia got up from her chair, leaving her pen behind as she did. Her body gave a pang, reminding her that her crotch had been sore when she last sat down, causing Cecilia to slow down. But, after a few seconds, she found that it'd stopped being so, and gone back to normal. It'd been a long time, since her member had been used the way it did last night, and she felt it in the morning. But now, already, the sore had subsided. She sighed softly, stretching her neck, and itching her tired eyes, before heading for the opening of the back room she was in. From it, she could now hear a machine being opened, and clothes pressed inside, causing her to smile lightly, as it seemed no one needed her help. But, still, she was going to head out there, ow that she'd got up anyway. On the way, she brought the spray of universal soap, and a microfiber cloth to dry it with.

Entering the room, her head tilted slightly, before heading silently over to the short two rows of washers, looking around the corner of one. She could read people fairly well, and didn't want to disturb if the costumer didn't want any company. So, she kept quite, even as her green eyes looked around, seeing Vivian standing by the machine, getting the last sheets inside. A warm smile crept over her lips, as she leaned against the corner of the machine she was 'hiding' behind, just watching Vivian work. Her head tilted a bit, a finger pushing the long red lock out of her eyes. She wore her warm, blonde hair in a knot when she worked, with only the elongated string of hair lose, danging over her face, or behind an ear.
In silence, she stood there for a moment, watching Vivian finally finishing, and closing the large door of the industrial washer. The machine was larger than Vivian, meant for far more clothes than it got in a town like this, but it compensated with many different programs to run, using different amounts of water. It removed most user interference, by automatically detecting weight and mass of clothes. All costumers had to chose, was if the clothes was colored or white, how warm they wanted it, and if they wanted the clothes bleached or washed with calcium to remove bacteria.
Cecilia didn't expect she had to say anything, and nor didn't she. Vivian wasn't stupid, and probably remembered that a normal wash, didn't completely remove the kind of stains the sheets currently had, so she watched her add bleach to the program, giggling internally at that fact. Lovemaking was a wondrous act, but it left a mess in it's wake.
Cecilia also took note of Vivian's apparel. Vivian was a beautiful woman, and she dressed to show it. Cecilia loved the dress, and the way it complimented every inch of Vivian's figure. It was obvious, that the young woman had enough money, to take better care of herself then Cecilia did. But this fact didn't make Cecilia feel bitter, or underachieved. She knew that she was. She knew that she was in a rot. But she also knew, how much Vivian deserved the position she'd achieved. How much she deserved to be seen, and heard. She was also painfully aware, how pleasant it was for her personally, to look at Vivian. No, no bitterness was pleasant. Cecilia was happy for Vivian.

Cecilia stepped around the washer she was standing by, leaning against the corner, as Vivian took a step back, having finished with the programming of the machine.
"Morning, Vivy." Cecilia mused lightly, in a quite, warm voice. She curled a light smile on her lips, curling her hands behind her back, squeezed between it and the machine she leaned against. "Thank you for last night. Not quite sure you heard my thanks then." She gave a short, nearly inaudible, but definitely present snicker, her lips still smiling slightly. She also took notice of the turtleneck in that moment, her lips almost peaking a smirk for a second, before just smiling once again. Only the two, would know exactly why the turtleneck was necessary. It certainly wasn't purely to deter the cold from her neck...
"It was.. I.. Haven't felt.. Good. Like that, in a long time. I hope I didn't.. Hurt you. Too much?" Her anxiety tingled again, and she wavered, even after she'd been so strong and determined the last night. That was her nature. It'd taken a little more then a year, before she'd stopped being nervous about Vivian's reactions to rough lovemaking, back then. And if they where to become an item again, it would probably take a little while once again. And Cecilia was also a bit afraid, of the woman she'd been last night. A little afraid, that in the heat of the moment, she might've done something Vivian didn't like. She'd wanted to punish her, for what she'd done. And now she hoped, that she hadn't pushed her away with that. The half fainted woman Vivian was last night, couldn't exactly show how she felt about it, after all.
 
Vivian hadn’t been trying to hide as she entered into the large room. The massive washer was daunting, and it covered the majority of her line of sight, yet she was still standing in the middle of the aisle as she did her work. The sheets were quickly crammed into the tumbler, and thankfully enough it closed without much hassle. She quickly put it on a rather high quality setting, and on the one beside it she stuffed in the comforter of the bed. The comforter, from what she’d heard, was always the bit that go the dirtiest, so she put that particular setting on the highest that it would go. She’d just finally put in the last of her coins before she heard Cecilia’s voice, and, rather than gasping, she simply turned her head and gave a warm smile.

“Good morning, Cecilia…” Vivian let out a small yawn as she spoke for the first time that morning, curling her hands up towards her wrists as she stretched along with her yawning. The girl stretches continued as she felt the soreness in her form pulsing, having been momentarily forgotten with the focus of getting her clothing washed. The turtleneck shifted for a brief second, and Cecilia saw that she’d done a rather massive number on her neck; the skin itself was red and the places he bit had turned a deep brown and purple, and looked to have continued down her body. If her neck was like that…

Groaning, Vivian rolled her wrist in her hands, “Z…Zank you for, last night as well…” For once, Vivian flushed red like a young schoolgirl, her hands slowly curling up and moving to her sides rather quickly, “I didn’t expect any of zat but… I can’t say zat I didn’t, enjoy it… enjoy efery bit of it…” Her thighs subtly rubbing together, Vivian quickly flushed the hazy and yet vivid memories out of her head for the moment, “Erm… vould you, care if vee, had a quick talk about… zis?” The girl cocked her head, and her body slowly shivered… almost as though she was, upset?

That being said, the girl slowly reached out, taking ahold of Cecilia’s hand and pulling her over towards a more discrete corner of the cleaners. It wasn’t a forceful or urgent pull, but one that said shet she didn’t want to talk about this alone, out in the open as it were. Vivian slowly pulled the two so that she was in the corner and Cecilia in front of her, and taking a moment to breath and think about her words, the girl slowly opened up and made her lips move.

“I… really enjoyed last night…” Vivian slowly panted, “I, vant to see you more, Cecilia… Not for, zis-“ She gestured to both of hteir mutual groins, “But… I vant to see you again. I’fe called my agent and I hafe the week off vight now, I can stay until the 13th and zen I need to head back for a small show. But… but until zen, I need to see you, I need to see more of you…” Vivian’s blood was racing as she let her mind start to wander, wonder as to what this could mean for the two of them. What sort of gripping sex and mind blowing actions the two could take in their mutual pursuit of love…

“I… I never lost zose feelings for you, Ceci..” Slowly, Vivian pulled Cecilia’s body up closer to her own, “I never did… And, I vant to show you that I still have those feelings. I… I know, you must hate me for eferything that I did, and to be honest, I vould hate me too for vat I did to you. But… but I vant to still be gifen a chance, I vant to feel you again, I vant to love you again… I just vant you to be with me again. Last night we… we fought, and it reminded me of vhy it vas I decided to come back…” Shivering, Vivian pressed her forehead up against Cecilia’s.

“I missed you… I nefer stopped missing you. I made a dumb miztake, and I shouldn’t hafe done that. I vant to make amends with you, Cecilia…” Moving her hands up, Vivian clasped their hands together, “Are you, villing, to see if vee can find that spark again… together?”
 
Cecilia's smile persisted, watching the other girl yawn and stretch. She probably hadn't been up all that long, and it'd been a pretty rough night for her. Cecilia remembered the zombie that'd looked back at herself that morning, and imagined something alike it had been staring at Vivian. Granted, Vivian had the chance for quite a few more hours, but she'd also been the one who basically fainted.
While stretching, Cecilia noticed the mark on Vivian's neck, causing her to nibble gently on to her lower lip, remembering how heated it'd gotten in the moment. A part of her, wanted to feel sorry about that. But a part of her, found it quite exciting. She'd forced Vivian to wear a turtleneck, in order to hide how naughty she got in the nights. Well, that night, at least, but others wouldn't know that. They'd see that mark, and either think someone hurt her, or that she was into some kinky things.

Cecilia smiled lightly as Vivian thanked her back, answering her question in her own way. The flush on her cheeks. The subtle rub of her beautiful thighs. Vivian had loved it, just as much as Cecilia had hoped, and almost expected. Her smile grinned a little bit, when Vivian clearly wanted to not think too much about it, biting her lower lip as Vivian moved on, but she quickly turned a little more serious, when she noticed the shiver. Discomfort? Was she upset? Was something wrong? Anxiety was tickling at Cecilia's body, causing her to freeze up in the moment, and not just listen because she was interested, but because she was afraid.
When Vivian reached out for Cecilia, she carefully, almost hesitantly took the hand, but held on to where she stood for a moment. She then pointed towards the second washer Vivian had started, walking over to it first.
"I just.. That kind of comforter will shrink, if you give it full heat. It needs the longer program." She explained, quickly changing the program, putting in a code, and resetting the machine. Then, she followed Vivian, with no further interruptions.

Cecilia joined Vivian in the corner, her head tilted slightly, her face a mixture of worry and curiosity. Maybe a bit of impatience? Cecilia's face was hard to read, and it always had been. Worse now, however. Cecilia remained quite as Vivian spoke, listening intently to what she had to say. The taller woman's composure loosened, and relaxed slightly more, the more Vivian explained. Not. Leaving. Not unhappy. It seemed it was just hard for Vivian to say this. Admit, that she wanted to spend time with Cecilia. Make up for things. Find their love. Their spark. She didn't downright say she wanted to get back to the way things where, but Cecilia's mind put some pieces together, and made that assumption.
Cecilia closed her eyes, sighing hoarsely, as their foreheads met. Her eyes closed, as her face frowned slightly, remembering again her outburst. Her hands where willing participants, gladly taking Vivian's when they sought them out. She squeezed her hands gently, with the final question, whimpering silently.
This time, it was Cecilia's time to be speechless. Look for words. This is all she'd dreamed of, these last years. Another chance together with Vivian. But, in all this time, she'd thought that she'd made a mistake. That she had something to apologize for, and it'd killed her. Since she'd learned it was somewhat the other way around, she'd discovered a new side of herself. One, that'd been pent up inside of her, for so long. An aggression, that scared her. That she wasn't sure how to control. That anger was hiding today, but when would it resurface? What triggered it? And could she always control it into a sex drive, rather than directly hurting someone, or breaking something?

Cecilia was silent for a moment, slowly turning her head once in a while, still resting it against Vivian's. Finally, she gulped, and got her lips moving.
"I.." She started, but couldn't find the next words immediately, her face grimacing at that fact. She took in a sharp breath, exhaling it just as quickly, before managing to continue. "Yesterday.. I.. Surprised you.. In my apartment. Maybe even scared you. And.. It scared myself... I have this.. Anger. Now. An anger, I don't know if I can control. It's never been that bad. I've always had a temper, sure, but.. I had.. Four glass'. And the Idioot that I am, I smashed one.. In a fit of anger. Anger t.. Towards.. Towards you.." Cecilia whimpered, clenching her eyes shut, as her hands squeezed Vivian's a little harder. It wasn't a mean, or a painful squeeze, but a desperate one. As if holding on to someone, you where afraid was leaving. A single tear streaked down her cheek, whimpering in another breath, before managing to continue. "It scared the hell out of me. Wh.. What if I'd thrown it -at- you? What if.. I just.. I.. I am different now. A different woman, than the one you left. And that is not entirely on you, and I.. Want to explain that to you. Some time. But.." Once again, she paused, moving her head as she opened her eyes, already growing red, as a few more tears was left out. Her lips smiled lightly, as her head started slowly nodding.

"Yes.. Yes, I am willing, Vivy. I.. Haven't wanted anything more dearly, in.. So long. And.." A whimpered giggle, followed by a small smile, escaped her lips. "And I'm poor as shit.." Another short giggle, as she tilted her head, averting her eyes to the side, as she slowly turned a little more serious again. "I.. I just.. I don't really know myself.. Anymore.. I've been in this.. Baseline existence for so many months, that.. All my emotions has been.. Pent up.. Raging inside of me, but unable to escape. I am unpredictable. I'm anxious. I'm angry.. Everything I battled with in my youth, is back, and.. And tenfold." She whimpered again, looking back to Vivian. Her body shivered uncomfortable, before she let go of one of Vivian's hands, only to gently grab onto the side of her dress instead. "I want to make this work.. I want to be yours again.. I want you to be mine again. But I don't know what that means anymore. I.. I've m.. Missed you so badly." Cecilia sobbed, as she let go of Vivian's other hand, instead wrapping both arms around Vivian's back, putting her head on her shoulder, crying on it. Finally, having a shoulder to cry on. To let go, and let her emotions flow, and not be scared of showing weakness. Vivian knew she could be fragile. Knew she wasn't always the strong woman, others might see. Or that Cecilia wanted others to believe that she was. She had her issues, and they where looming over her like an unignorable shadow, unlike the issues of others. Her anxiety was -constantly- there.

Cecilia leaned her body gently against Vivian's, letting the wall support them both instead. Having Vivian corned this way, would've given Cecilia naughty ideas, was she not this emotional in that moment. Right now, she had so much she needed to cry out. Get out of her system. All those hours. All those days, those weeks. All that time spent without Vivian, was wearing down on her in that moment. And for now, she wasn't feeling the anger. Only the anguish.
 
While it hadn’t been her intention to back herself into the corner, Vivian’s mind might have subconsciously placed herself there in order to feel more safe. More secure. Having her form dominated, pressed up against Cecilia’s, a sense of warmth and security came over her. And so as she felt the woman pressing her body harder up against her, rubbing their hands togehte,r each of them melding once more, it made Vivian let out a shaky sigh as she pressed her forehead up heavier against Cecilia’s. To some passing by, it would look as though they were making out. But to Vivian, it was her being comforted, being happy once more.

“Poor?” Smiling gently, Vivian slowly looked down before moving her head up, wrapping her hands around Cecilia’s palms and slowly stroking them, “Cecilia… if you vere to see the amount of money I make per show…” Slowly wrapping her hands tighter, she gently pecked her cheek, “I make enough to cover your apartment and my own, lifing expenses, groferies, and zen some…” Lifting her head up, Vivian gently pressed her body back, subtly asking Cecilia to back off for a moment so she could get her phone out from her pocket.

As she fumbled with it, Vivian slowly frowned as she thought about what Cecilia had told her. This had been something that she’d felt the previous night, something that she’d heard in the first song. Cecilia had been so angry, so depressed when she sang. And when the two had sex, it’d been filled with pain, with brutality… with an anger that hadn’t been there before. Something that almost made Vivian terrified, something that made her unsure of Cecilia. But beneath that anger, she’d still felt something. A small spark of the old Cecilia, and one that was just weakened and not gone. And Vivian wanted to find that.

Once she got her phone out, however, Vivian slowly turned the phone around, tapping on the album application and slowly moving her finger up to one labeled ‘C+V.’ The entire album were pictures of the two of them, pictures of them before any of this had happened. Birthdays, trips, even lewd pictures of the two in sex, and a video or two from a more kinky idea of filming themselves. But each of them were pictures that they had shared together, moments that showed the care they had for each other. And while she let Cecilia began to pick through the album, Vivian slowly smiled and gave her cheeks a long kiss.

“Cecilia… vee all change…” Thinking of how she wanted to say this, Vivian had to take a long moment to figure her phrases, “But, I’m here, I’m here to help you feel better. I’m here to show you zat, I’m still the woman that you lofed, and zat you’re still the one that I lofed. If… If hadn’t thought zat, I wouldn’t hafe left!” Leaning forward again, Vivian pressed her lips again against Cecila’s cheek, right as she had her look at a picture of them, taken a month before she’d left, “And, I’m back…”

With that said, Vivian leaned her body back, again moving her body away from her lover so as to let her focus far more on the pictures, “You’re my Ceci… efen if you aren’t the same woman I lofed, zen zat just means there is more of you to love…” The young woman slowly rubbed her fingers again around Cecilia’s palms. In a warm, sensual way. One that was meant to calm, meant to keep her happy, “I vant you, I vant to hafe you again. I vant to make you happy again… I vant us to be happy again.”

With her tiny speech over, Vivian slowly moved her body out of the corner, smiling as she slowly took the phone back from her lover, “Vould you like to go out to lunch with me today, Cecilia?”
 
Vivian's mention of having that much money, made Cecilia's breath hik with a chuckle, tapping her head against Vivian's shoulder a single time. She moved back to give Vivian some space, but didn't move completely off of her, instead leaning against both the wall and Vivian's side.
"I can imagine.. Spent the majority of my remaining money, to see that show." She smiled. No bitterness was present, because she knew Vivian had fought for it. Worked hard, to get where she was. And what had Cecilia done? She'd felt bad for herself. Instead of moving forward, she'd fallen into bad habits, spending all her time practicing, memorizing the past, instead of using her talent to better the future.Most people did favors for each other in a town like this, rather than pay for cleaners. There was little work to be find, in the profession she'd chosen here. Her fate, was her own doing. One, she'd been soothed by. At least, so she'd thought, but it'd only brought her deeper, and deeper into the darkness she expelled in her act evening before.
Whenever Vivian kissed her cheek, Cecilia closed her eyes for a second, reveling in the warmth Vivian gave her with it.

Cecilia looked down at Vivian's phone as she fumbled with it, gulping lightly when she saw the album she'd found. Cecilia still had a copy of most those pictures as well, but no way of viewing them. Her 'new' phone, didn't have enough space for the pictures, so instead they just lay on an SD card, gathering dust in a little plastic pocket in a shelf. Cecilia's hand shook lightly when she took the phone, her lips curling a small, indistinguishable smile. She sniffled lightly, her eyes red from crying, as she slowly flicked through the pictures. Many of them, was of them enjoying moments in summer, at the park. Being together, sitting against each other, resting on each other's laps. Cecilia remembered how colorful her palet had been back then. Still somewhat pale, but made up for it with her wide spray of colors her clothes had. Fashion and color correction wasn't completely lost to her, so she'd never looked like a mess. The colors had always fit together, and given her a warm glow.
They both took a moment, watching a short video, that'd started with Cecilia lying in bed, her eyes half closed. Cecilia had groaned lightly at the camera, looking at it with questioning eyes, when she asked if Vivian was filming. Her torso was naked at this point, the blanket having been pulled away by Vivian. Vivian's giggles could be heard behind the phone, and it was a recognizable giggle. An excited, aroused giggle. Vivian wanted something, and both past and present Cecilia knew that sound all too well. Cecilia had grinned at the camera, before lashing out at Vivian and her phone, Vivian's giggles intensifying, whoo'ing as she was wrestled around, and the phone was dropped by their side, filming that Cecilia had easily gotten the upper hand, now play fighting with Vivian's hands, before pinning them down above her head, and picking up the phone again, the camera now filming a flushed and aroused Vivian, naked on the sheets. Cecilia's hand slowly slipped down Vivian's body, reaching Vivian's sex, teasing it for a moment on camera, before the video stopped, and Cecilia's focus had been put completely on her lovers, rather than a silly camera.

Cecilia giggled lightly, biting her lower lip as she shook her head a single time, nudging her chin against Vivian's shoulder. Cecilia listened, even though her eyes where still focused down on the phone. On remembering. Remembering better times. Easier times. Times when they had each other. Times, where Cecilia still didn't know true loss. She'd lost a few pets in her life, but those loss' where expected. The loss of love and relationships was so rarely expected. Much harder to accept. They both looked down at a picture of them both outside her father's garage, laying on a blanket on the grass, looking at the camera. They where looking at stars, that day. They'd sneaked out, and spent their time staring at the stars, having sex under and open sky and warm blankets. It'd been amazing, but damn cold as well. Both girls where sick the day after that, but neither regretted a second of it.
Cecilia's body stood without Cecilia's for a moment, her eyes just staring down at a few more pictures, before sniffling again as she dried a few tears away from her eyes, finally looking back up to Vivian, as the woman spoke. Suggesting she wanted them to be happy again, made Cecilia's smile grow slightly, as her head slowly nodded. She wanted the same. She wanted to find her happiness again. Find the solace she once had in Vivian's presence.

She giggled at the offer of diner, sniffling again as she dried a few more tears away with one sleeve of her yellow sweat shirt. She nodded slowly a few times, as she pulled Vivian close again, now standing with her back rested against the wall.
"Yeah, Ceci.. I'd love to. But you're buying, Ms Successful." She mused, a happy tone to her voice, for once. She hugged Vivian again, this time more warmly, and loving. Her hands stroked Vivian's back, before her eyes looked down to Vivian's turtleneck again, her head tilting slightly, as she reached on of her hands up, a finger gently nudging the turtleneck aside to be able to see the mark.
"Really did a number on you there.. Almost feels wrong to be hungry again, with the bite I took off of you." Cecilia grinned, a teasing look on her face, as she leaned in to kiss the sensitive most carefully. She'd done this often in the past. Kissing the marks she'd made herself on Vivian, and she was quite good at it. It didn't press down too much on the sensitive skin, but was instead just hard enough to let the mark remind Vivian's body that it was there, and that it still stung slightly. Cecilia then moved the turtleneck back in place, covering the mark, as she let go of Cecilia's back, resting her hands on the other woman's sides instead, looking back down to her.
"I.. Really hope I can learn to.. Live.. With how I've changed.. And.. And that you can.. Keep loving me, like this. Last night, I.. It was a little scary.. But.." She paused for a moment, grabbing on to Vivian's dress lightly, a small playful grin on her lips. "Also.. Kinda hot.. At the end.." She giggled, sniffling lightly again. She sniffed in, drying away the last of her tears, on her clean face, before pushing off of the wall. She gave Vivian's side a gentle nudge, wanting to push her towards the door. "Go enjoy your afternoon, Vivy. I should get back to work, have a bit of paperwork to do, before I get off in a few hours. You shouldn't waste your time in a boring Dry Cleaners. Go enjoy the weather, and.. We'll meet at the Diner around.. Seven?" She suggested with a warm smile, but grabbed on to Vivian's dress still, not letting her leave just yet. After a moment of looking to Vivian's eyes, she pulled the girl close again, this time kissing her lips. This wasn't a kiss of heated passion and anger, like the one last night. But one of deep love, she'd long forgotten. It wasn't a long one, instead just short, as a 'see you later', a warm and joyous smile left behind on Cecilia's lips as she let go. She'd found an old spark already. Her love was sparking and flaring inside of her once again. A warmth, she'd almost forgotten how felt. A love, without anger or desperation. A love, in the moment, rather than in memory.
 
“I was planning on that,” Vivian smiled gently, nudging Cecilia in response to her remark about paying, “I’m taking you out, it’d be rude to do it the other way around.” There was a lighteness to her voice, one that Vivian had lost for the longest time. While there wasn’t as many stigmas towards musicians in the industry, there were many in response to what instrument one would play. Playing violin had put her on par with hundreds of others, and left her without any marketable or identifiable traits. So in response she’d been forced to change herself, change the instrument she played, turn herself into a musician that played something that was unique and clever. And in turn, Vivian’s entire demeanor had turned cold to those whom she wasn’t acquainted with, turned cold to those whom she worked with.

Not, however, that Cecilia would know that. To Cecilia, it must have just seemed that Vivian was a tad cold when they first met, and she was warming up again. Said warming came into fruition with a long and gutheral groan from Vivian as Cecilia teased the sore and bruised marks from the previous night, causing her fingers to curl up and her head to slightly lull backwards. That teasing tongue, those mischievous lips… it was so hard to ignore such a woman when she was in the mood. Vivian had been the type to simply let sex happen; if Cecilia wanted it, she would give it. But now, specifically, was not the time for that.

“N-Not now, Ceci…” Vivian slowly pressed a hand to Cecilia’s hips, pushing her back an inch and disconnecting their bodies. The woman moved her turtleneck up against her neck before she shifted, blinking at the sudden shift in Cecilia’s emotions. It’d barely taken a minute and already Cecilia was back to doubting herself. If Vivian recalled, sex had more often than not empowered Cecilia, made her feel stronger and bigger. Dominating another woman, one who would let you beat and tug on them all night long… it would be almost impossible not to get a rush of power from it. But to see that Cecilia was so damaged, so broken that she would shift straight back into being depressed after just one small moment…

“Cecilia.” Vivian stated firmly, reaching up to take her hand, “It was very hot, and very fun. I enjoyed every minute of it… but I will ask that we be a bit more tame in the future... I can’t very well go to shows looking like this.” She gestured to her neck, “if this is the woman that you’ve become, then I accept that, and I want to see more of it. I want to see more of what my Ceci turned into… and I want to see far, far more of what she still is. As long as we are together… I don’t think anything else truly matters.”

“So, tonight at Seven,” Vivian smiled to Cecilia’s comment, “I’ll meet you at your apartment, and you can show me if anyplace around here is still good. Otherwise, we can take the bus and find someplace out of town. I’m paying still, so if there is anyplace you want to go… anyplace!” Vivian put emphasis on the word, “Then that’s where we will go. Just tell me when I arrive tonight. You still have my phone number too…” She blushed before she quickly added, “But… nothing naughty over text, I’ll be practicing today so that would be very… distracting.”

Whether that was a silent request for something or her acknowledging the rather explosive sex the two had partaken in, Vivian slowly reached up and took her hand regardless of said fact, “Ich hoffe, wir sehen uns bald~” Vivian gave her lover another small kiss on the cheek, before venturing off into the cleaners.

With the laundry having an hour to complete a cycle, Vivian decided to get herself lunch. After waving Cecilia goodbye, the woman quickly made her way out into the world, finding herself the nearest fast-food restaurant she could and stopping in to eat. Vivian hadn’t ever prided herself in the idea of ‘high class food,’ given that many of her colleagues tended to shun fast food. Vivian, however, had been raised in this town all her life, and if ther was one thing she could count on, it was getting a burger and fries within five minutes of ordering. And so Vivian ate, taking her time and letting her mind wander towards her relationship with Cecilia.

It was funny, how much had changed in so little time. How explosive their first reunion was and just how incredibly fast it’d all gone. And in response, it was a rush of emotions that perpetuated the two into their duet the previous night, but it was one that Vivian was still wary on. It’d been heated, fast, and it’d shown there was something there between them. Yet it was also dangerous, a sign that the two could vey well be turning to sex for their problems… which was why Vivian had gotten into her mind to ask Cecilia to the date in the first place.

But those thoughts, the ones of worry, weren’t important just yet. Cecilia had always been an aggressive lover, and the two hadn’t seen each other in a long time. If sex were to be this routed in their relationship, than Vivian would just have to make sure it didn’t become integral. Make it so that as long as they were together, their privates didn’t need to be making fierce contact in order to show the two of them were together. Vivian wanted far more to have Cecilia love her, and for her to truly care for her and love on her. Anything more was excessive, and sex needed to be part of that excess. The importance of this distinction hadn’t hit yet; whether or not a lot had happened, it’d still been only two days since the two had seen each other, and neither needed to be planning so far ahead in the future for a relationship that may not happen.

That last ugly thought was quickly swept away in Vivian’s finishing of her meal and return to the dry cleaners. The young woman had trusted the small establishment and Cecilia to keep her items safe, and thankfully they were all still there when she arrived. Shifting htem over into the drying cycle, Vivian didn’t catch her lover when she arrived. With still hours to go, Vivian took a small walk around the area, taking in any new developments and people that she saw. A year was not a long while, but for Vivian, it was a definite amount.

After retrieving her clothing and returning to the motel, with a rather scalding remark from the receptionist about her taking their items out to be washed, Vivian had returned to her room and done her own personal cleaning, given how long of a stay she had booked. Their room was disheveled from the previous night, and she didn’t trust the hotel staff thanks for Cecilia’s warnings. A quick scrubbing by items found in a nearby closet later, and Vivian had her room in an acceptable state for the time being.

With still hours to go by, evne after all that had been done, Vivian had finally sat down to play her Cello. Upon uncasing her instrument, Vivian ran her fingers over the f-holes of the device. The cello… it’d been the instrument that she’d taken up in order to distinguish herself. While it looked simple to play, the Cello required far more precision and finesse than that of a violin. The irony lying in it would seem like the opposite, it’d taken months for her to truly master the tool, and even now she was still struggling with particular areas. But she practiced daily, something she would never miss unless she was physically unable to play.

Rather than running her body through a series of simple songs, Vivian instead began to work on a piece of music that she’d had particular trouble with: Allegro. While Vivian was able to hit the notes of Largo, Presto and even Adagio, her trouble lay with trying to play at a moderately fast pace. Her fingers always wanted to slow down, always wanted to stop off into a decline, yet with most music played in such a tempo, it was rare for it to simmer down past Moderato. As such, it’d been the tempo she practiced the most, and worked around the most.

In some starnge way, it was almost representative of the relationship that she had with Cecilia. One that was always fast moving, and yet was never too fast. The two would fuck like horny teenagers everywhere and do things most people would consider deviant (she’d even gone to school and more with vibrators in both holes, and given Cecilia the remotes), but they always made time for love. It was clear the two had built a relationship together through their music, and sex had been a natural consequence of it. It was nice for them, knowing they were both clean, and both safe, had been a relief. The bow dragging across her strings, was almost like the thrusts into each other. Such a heated, such a passionate time they shared…

Gasping as she forced herself to snap out of it, Vivian realized she’d been simply playing one string for almost five minutes. The thoughts of Cecilia, had been far too distracting. Vivian quickly forced her hands down, finding a song more paced in Moderato. It wasn’t what she wanted to work with, but she couldn’t do anything else without making herself far too… excited.

A few hours of working passed, and finally the young woman was ready. Getting herself ready, Vivian decided to keep the same clothing, but instead took away the turtleneck and went with a more fashion driven scarf that tucked into her dress. The choice covered her cleavage, and likewise would keep her covered up. It was only a quick walk after that, purse in hand and a warm wool Petticoat over her body.

Once she arrived at the small apartment, Vivian smiled iwdely before knocking, a gwarm grin on her face, “Cecilia?” She called lightly, “It’s Vivian!”
 
Cecilia giggled lightly with Vivian's acceptance of paying, the lightness in her voice soothing Cecilia's slight guilt. She didn't like, not being able to pay for anything. Obviously, no one loved to be poor, but something about this made her ignore that guilt. It wasn't because she felt Vivian owed her anything, but it was a feeling of the past playing in. In the past, the two had shared everything. Money, clothes, even their precious instruments, had gone between each of their hands. They both took great care in each other's things, and gratefulness had always been enough of a gift in return.

Vivian's reaction to Cecilia's kiss, sent a shiver down the woman's spine. Her eyes had shivered lightly, indeed causing her tongue to join in on the tease. It was as if a switch was threatening to be turned on inside of Cecilia, and it was basically shivering on the edge of turning on. But Cecilia handled herself, snickering carefully as she was nudged back. It hadn't been the rejection that caused the depression, it was just a natural reaction, when speaking about herself. All pride in herself had been diminished, and just thinking about the rut she was in, caused her to hesitate and stutter in her words. Vivian's firm statement caused her eyes to dart back up, however, listening intently once again. Vivian could always get Cecilia to listen, if she wanted to, because Cecilia always wanted to listen. Her thumb gently stroked Vivian's hand when they met, a small smile curling up on her lips, at the suggestion she couldn't go to shows looking like that. Cecilia didn't protest. Verbally. But there was a tiny little smirk at the edge of her lips, and a glint in her eyes Vivian also knew all too well. New ideas, where spinning around in the deviant part of Cecilia's mind. Why not? Marks could be hidden. It was all about the placement. And the fact that Cecilia could force Vivian to wear different kinds of clothing, by giving her the right marks, was accelerating to her deliciously depraved side. But she kept her composure and control, nodding slowly a single time to what Vivian asked. But again, she didn't remark on it verbally, not wanting to end up groveling again. Didn't want to think about who she was, because she was still trying to figure that out. She hadn't listened to her heart for much over a year now, and completely lost connection to the lighter side of herself.

Cecilia nodded quickly again at the agreed time, her smile growing a little more once again. A date. It'd been so long, since she'd gone on a date. It'd been about the same amount of time, since she'd seen Vivian before that concert. At the suggestion of 'anyplace', Cecilia snickered lightly. Then when asked not to send anything naughty, her head tilted lightly, the tiny smirk on her lips present again. She snickered, but shook her head.
"When you say anyplace, you sound like you're suggesting something expensive. You know those places isn't for me, anyways. Never been the fancy type, you know that. But.. I'll think of something nice. More for atmosphere, than the food. As long as it's with you.. I don't really care what we eat." She admitted, her confidence slowly coming back. It seemed joking around, especially around the subject of naughty thoughts, calmed Cecilia's excitement. She took note to that herself as well. "And.. I'll tryy to resist, sending you anything.. Distracting. But.. You know.. I don't make promises, I can't guaranty I'll keep." Her tone of voice wasn't careful this time, but playful and warm.

Cecilia returned the kiss with one of her own on Vivian's own cheek, squeezing her hand for a moment, looking down into her eyes before she turned away.
"Wij zullen. Kan niet wachten." She replied, her smile growing for a moment, letting Vivian turned to walk. But, before she could, she squeezed the grip on Vivian's hand, stopping her for a moment, trying to keep her attention for just a moment.
"I've really missed your accent too, Vivy." She added, with a happy, warm smile. She knew Vivian had tried for a time to break it, but Cecilia had always loved, and still did.


After having let go of Vivian, and saying her own goodbyes, she'd gone back to work. Work was a lot let tiresome and boring, now that she had something to be excited about. She worked with renewed eagerness, finishing her paperwork surprisingly fast. She didn't do any of this with a clear mind, however, her mind constantly fantasizing about Vivian. It wasn't purely sexual, but the fluttery thoughts of a woman in love. Her love had been renewed with new hopes and dreams, and imagining her future now, was far less dreary and dark. She imagined happy days long with Vivian, just doing normal things. Practicing together in the fading sunlight. Watching shows on the TV, cuddled up on the couch. Sneaking in sex backstage at Vivian shows... Well, some of her thoughts where sexual.

Cecilia kept an eye on Vivian's machines, even staying at work for about half an hour, in order to take them out, and fold them up. They where folded neatly and in perfect squares when Vivian came to get them, with a note on top of them saying Vivian's full name, along with a small heart shaped Quaver note. They'd been placed in a 'finished' closet, that Vivian got the key for by the current staff. It was a man in his forties, making no attempts at hiding his exploring eyes.

Cecilia had left the dry cleaners when Vivian returned, rushing home. Usually, her walk home was. Dry. Slow. She was never in a hurry, when she got off work. Usually, she was heading home for. Nothing. But today, she had an agenda. A plan. A plot. Finally, something was happening in her life again.
At home, Cecilia took a long time deciding clothes. This was quite uncharacteristic for her. Usually, she just didn't care. Just wore things that made her happy. Bright colors was her biggest joy, and that showed in her wardrobe. She had one piece of clothing, properly fit for a date like this. But that piece had gotten soaked the day before, and wasn't in a wearing condition, the red dress currently just hanging on a handle. Grumbling silently, she started taking items out of her closet, trying on a wide variety of items.
After about an hour of shifting through outfits, she ended up with something she could agree with, and set it aside for later.
Cecilia had gotten off around four, giving her just over two hours before Vivian would arrive, and she already spent on of them, just choosing an outfit. The rest of the time, was spent cleaning her apartment. Excitement was causing anxiety to tingle again, and she'd already had three thoughts of just ditching and running away, while choosing her attire. Even though she was so excited to spend time with the one person she loved, who was only in this shitty little town for a little while, anxiety was testing her resolve. Cleaning, soothed her. So, she cleaned. She cleaned hard. Her apartment was almost shining, when she realized she now only had half an hour to get ready.

Cecilia jerked when she heard the knocking on her door, almost stabbing herself with her earring, sneering at the light sting. But, then she giggled. Vivian's voice rang through her apartment, and warmed her heart back up. She finished putting the earring on, as she made little hops towards the door, unlocking and opening it to look out.
"Hey again, Vivy.. Come on in. I'll be just a minute." She asked with a warm smile, turning around again as she fluffed her hair out to the side. She looked over her shoulder for a moment though, nodding. "Love the scarf, by the way." She'd kept her curls, this time. The Cecilia that Vivian had seen the other night, had straightened her hair. Been made dull, with the exception of the one curling strand of red in her face. But, now, the left side of her hair had the lively, bright blonde curls she used to have, while just the right side of her hair was straightened, still with the exception of the single red lock down the right side of her face. The curly hair, was all over the left side of her head, lively and uncontrollable as it used to be.
Cecilia was wearing a bright yellow one-shoulder cut sweater, showing off her right shoulder, and a red string from her bra, that almost met with the red lock of hair. The sweater reached down to just bellow her crotch, and bellow it she wore a pair of matted matted jeans, with thin rips at her right knee. In her ears, she had her black Beamed Quater Note earrings dangling happily.
Her worn white sneakers carried her back inside of her apartment, letting Vivian enter if she wished, as she herself head to her bathroom, fluffing the straightened side of her hair as she walked.
"I thought of a place we could go. There's this new Restaurant that opened, just outside town. It's this.. Mixture of a Steakhouse and a.. European theme, I don't know. It's a little too expensive for me, usually, so I never went, but some friends told me it's supposed to make the best steaks they ever had." Cecilia spoke loudly from the bathroom, unless Vivian walked up to the open door. If she did, she'd see a fairly simple, but sparkling clean white bathroom. It was small, it was practical, and it was as clean as a hospital. It was the kind of bathroom, that'd usually be taken down by wear and tear. An old thing. But it was obvious that the owner, had taken good care of it, it's porcelain as white as it's age allowed. If Vivian did come to the door, Cecilia would smile to her in the mirror, before continuing on her hair. She moved the hair on the straightened side back behind her ear.
"What do you think? It is like.. Fifteen minutes on foot, or five on the bus." Cecilia had always been a steak person. She enjoyed variation, but it'd been so long since she'd had a proper steak. Steak was more of a luxury to Vivian now, than it'd been in the past.
 
As Vivian laid eyes on Cecilia, the woman almost felt as though she was overdressed. As beautiful as Cecilia looked, compared to Vivian’s more high end dress and scarf, Cecilia looked slightly beneath her fashion wise. Part of living in a high class town meant that she was expected to wear high class and high caliber clothing, and as such almost anything Vivian had, including her casual shirts and sweaters, would likely still be considered overdressed for most people. But regardless of her outfit, Vivian’s own lips broke into a smile upon seeing Cecilia once more, and she let out a small sigh of relief as she was allowed to come inside.

“You look lofely tonight, Ceci,” Vivian purred, “Fery, fery… attractife.” That last bit had come out without her even meaning to say it! Who even used the word ‘attractive’ in a normal sentence like that? Had she wanted to say sexy? Vivian felt like her giddy teenager self again for a moment, waiting patiently for Cecilia to get ready so they could practice and likely do many, many other things. Yet they were grown adults now, ones who had responsibilities and should have matured far past the point of calling the other sexy! Vivian had to quickly bite her lip and try to get herself to calm down, before stepping inside and taking a seat on the couch while she waited for Cecilia to finish getting ready.

“A steak resfaurant?” Pausing, Vivian thought about that particular option before she smiled again, nodding her head, “That sounds lofely.” She was being honest, if she almost found a bit of irony in this as well. To Vivian, eating steak was normal for her, for fast food restaurants were a bit of a walk away from where her studio apartment was in the city. She’d gotten far too used to eating a bit higher end, even though she still would plow into a hamburger given the chance, eating steak was apart of her almost everyday diet!

“Just let me know vhen you’re veady!” Vivian chirped up, shifting her legs in the chair. Through the business of her day, a thought hit Vivian as she waited: this would be the first date the two had gone on in almost four years. After the two had graduated high school, they had shared a small apartment together, and as such the idea of going out on a ‘date’ was just a massive expense whereas they could simply pull out their instruments, order a pizza or Chinese food, and see where the night took them. Granted, that would normally end with Vivian’s face either in the wall or in the couch while her butt was being fu-

Vivian’s body shivered again. Sex, that was what her thoughts with Cecilia always came back to. It felt… wrong, wrong to think that the two of them would always end up fucking by the time the night was over. But it was rather true with them, and the earlier thought rushed itno Vivian’s mind. That sex with them should be in the excess category, something that complimented their love, and not cemented it. For the moment, however, Vivian knew that something could very well happen with them.. and anything that Cecilia tried on her, Vivian didn’t think she could resist.

Her train of thought was broken -something that seemed to be happening a lot lately- by Cecilia’s call, and Vivian smiled before quickly standing up, faster enough that she almost tripped over the coffee table. She stretched her limbs out before thinking, “I’m fine by valking, I actually don’t ovn a car vight now, I do eferything by bike. If you hafe a car or you vant to drive, I’m fine by zat… well, no, I think it’d be nice to valk actually. It shouldn’t be too cold out tonight!” Vivian beamed again, making her way over to the bathroom door and smiling as she watched her work on her hair.

“If you’re vorking on your hair, it looks perfect already, Ceci!” Vivian smiled, reaching around to plant a warm kiss on her forehead. She lingered the kiss on her head for a long moment, before moving her head back and smiling once more at her, “I’ll vait over by zee door for you, take all the time you need.” Quickly turning, Vivian momentarily prayed that Cecilia didn’t take that as a passive-aggressive statement to ‘get moving,’ something that Vivian knew well from working around very, very rich people.

Eventually, Cecilia would come to the door, and Vivian smiled widely and extended her arm to link it with Cecilia’s, “You ready?” Vivian purred again before opening the door, letting a small blast of cold air hit the two as she smiled, stepping out of the doorway and taking Cecilia along with her. After a few steps, however, she quickly realized an error in her logic, “…perhaps, you should lead zee way to zis restaurant?” She blushed slightly embarrassed. Once more, as a consequence of her lifestyle of the past two years, she’d either always led people around the city, or knew where everything was.

The walk to the warm restaurant was brisk, but not cold to the point of being inhospitable. A chilly breeze occasionally stirred up, but the roads and sidewalks were clear from the snow, and Vivian had dressed for warmth with her wool peacoat. Having Cecilia’s warm body beside hers helped tremendously, and as such the walk didn’t take very long for them. The warm lights of the streetlamps and buildings illuminated the way, and the darkened night sky was slightly lit up with the slightest hint of light pollution, obscuring some but not all of the stars as the two walked, despite it having been only 7:35 in the evening.

As the two neared the restaurant, Vivian realized that she’d been walking in silence. Her thoughts had consumed her again, and she’d forgotten to address Cecilia. AS the two entered into the warm glow of the dark red exterior’s lighting, Vivian turned to Cecilia, “Ready?” She gestured to the doors, taking the right one in hand and opening it, holding it for Cecilia.
 
Cecilia had returned the warm smile, and compliment, with a hint of a gentle flush on her cheeks. To her, the compliment hadn't felt awkward, but hand landed right where it should, her body feeling warm with joy.
"Dank je." She'd thanked, throwing a glance over Vivian once again, before heading for the bathroom. "And you, look absolutely stunning, as always. Always a treat." She returned a compliment, smiling back at Vivian one more time, as she entered the bathroom. The difference in their attire, didn't hit Cecilia's mind for a moment. Cecilia was never a fashion savant, nor did she normally spend a long time preparing her particular clothing. She mostly just wore, what made her feel happy, or sexy, depending on the occasion. Today, had been a bit different, however. She wanted to be beautiful, to be seen with Vivian. There was a voice in the back of her head, who said she wanted to show people, Vivian in particular, how beautiful the two could look together. How perfect their bodies could match, contrary to the difference in their income and class. That they where meant for each other. The classy, more sophisticated outfits of Vivian, and the eye catchingly colorful, alternative style of Cecilia. The fact that Cecilia's passion in music had always leaned towards the more Indie, alternate scene, wouldn't come as a surprise to the more judgmental peoples eyes. People who put others into categories and stereotypes. She was alternative, and had leaned towards a Hipster type at one point, without ever actually turning it into a life style. She just had more casual, simple clothing.

Cecilia beamed when Vivian agreed, her entire body giving a tiny jump with joy. She nodded when she was asked to let Vivian know, her fingers tangling with her hair a little faster. "Yay! It's been so long, since I've had a steak... I'm gonna have the biggest they've got. And I'll savor every tiny bite of it!" She mused with the same joy her exterior beamed. Her confidence was shining through, completely uncharacteristically to how she'd been the other day, as well as this afternoon. Being invited out had boosted her, and the fact that she'd spend a little time on herself, and been complimented for it, was only helping.
Seeing Vivian walk over to the bathroom, Cecilia smiled warmly, a light flush on her cheek when she was complimented again, her smile beaming almost a little shyly. Her eyes closed, leaning her forehead down a little as Vivian kissed her forehead.
"Thank you. But I need to do a little bit, if I want to be seen next to you, Vivy. You always raise the bar on beauty." She winked, giving Vivian' rear a light bump with the back of her hand as she left, giggling as she looked back into the mirror. It didn't take long after that moment, for her to finish up, exiting the bathroom to pick up her simple, worn and a little torn coat, throwing it on her shoulders, smiling to Vivian as they exited the door.
"Ready! She agreed, locking her apartment after they left. She noticed how naturally Cecilia took the lead, her head tilting a little bit, her brow raising as they started taking a few steps in the wrong direction. Her lips grinned a little bit when Vivian seemed to realize what she was doing, a soft snicker escaping her.
"Maybe, I should." She snickered again, leaning over to Vivian to give her cheek a loving kiss, before steering them in the right direction. She didn't want to make fun of Vivian for what she'd done, her tone being warm and soothing. The joy she felt in that moment, that evening. She almost felt like herself, then. As if nothing had been wrong for a few years then. As if she was. Alright. For once, she actually felt alright.

Cecilia had been silent on their walk as well, just smiling warmly the whole time. Her head had tilted over to Vivian's on occasion, resting it against the lower woman's. Her arms gave Vivian's a gentle squeeze, every time a breeze hit them. Not because it was too cold for her, or that it bother her. Nor did it seem to really bother Vivian, though she'd been the reason Cecilia did it. As if she wanted to warm Vivian every time. Wanted to protect her from the cold breeze, considering it chilled Cecilia to the bone. That chill, just didn't bother Cecilia, but Vivian was of a warmer stature. Made for warmth and pampering. While Cecilia had build up a resistance to the cold, having lived in a bitingly cold apartment the last year. Warmth was expensive, when you didn't have much. So, Cecilia used it sparingly, spending warm water more thoughtlessly. That was expensive too, but at least she could use that to clean up, as well as getting warm.

Finally reaching the restaurant, Cecilia sighed softly, looking up at the facade. The restaurant wasn't high class, but more fashionable than Cecilia's natural scene. The Diner was the most expensive she'd eaten at for over a year now, and this was a pretty big step up from that. Her cheeks turned a little pale for a moment, as she looked up the door. Inside, would be people. People, who would judge. See the beauty that was Vivian, accompanied by the mistake that was Cecilia. Vivian shouldn't be seen with someone like her. She should be accompanied by a suit, and a pair of thick wallets. Not a weary little wretch of a woman. Anxiety wasn't something you could hide, from someone you knew well. Vivian knew this side of Cecilia quite well, having been the one medicine who actually worked on it, in the past. She'd see the telltale signs of it on Cecilia, in that moment. The light furrow of her brows. The look of slight terror. The fact that Cecilia's entire body, almost seemed smaller, as she slumped, pulling at the end of her sleeves. That was the biggest sign. The curling and pulling of hands and sleeves.
Cecilia's self loathing ended immediately, when Vivian asked her if she was ready, her green eyes beaming up to Vivian, gulping. She smiled again, the color returning to her cheeks as she nodded a few times. She was ready. Who gave a fuck about judgmental eyes? Vivian was here with her. She had anything she could ever want, in that moment, and no snarky, fashionable old Lady or man, was going to change that.

Entering the establishment first, as Vivian held the door for her, she looked around, immediately smiling a little wider. The establishment was a welcoming sight, it's insides a warm, comfortable living room feel to it. It didn't tear at your face with lavish or luxurious details. It was clean. It was simple. It was almost homey. Comfortable, even for a higher middle class establishment.
Cecilia took a few steps inside, waiting by the sign that asked costumers to do so, looking back to Vivian as she entered. Cecilia pulled Vivian closer, reaching up to start taking off her lovers coat, if she'd let her. The warmth in the place was already comforting, and coats weren't necessary anymore. If Vivian allowed it, Cecilia undressed her of the warm coat, hanging it over one arm, as she took a step closer, wrapping her free arm around Vivian's wait, as a waitress er arrived. The waitress wore a simple, but quite inviting work dress, holding a card in one hand, wearing a warm and inviting smile towards the two.
"Hello there Ladies, welcome to Natasha's Dining Room, how can I help you?" She mused warmly, introducing the restaurant's name, as if it hadn't been on a large sign on the outside. Cecilia smiled up to the waitress, nodding a single time.
"Hey. A table for two?" She asked, the waitress smiling warmly, nodding a single time.
"Of course! Got a great spot for you two. Come along." She invited, turning around to head down the side of the establishment. Cecilia followed along, still looking like the one who took the lead in that moment, carrying her lover's coat, still wearing her own. They where lead to a table meant for two, but with a long round couch leading from one side of it, to the other, with the large window facade at the side. A lovers table. The waitress knew lovers when she saw them, having been in this profession long enough to see the difference between two good friends, and two people with a spark.
"Here you go. I'll give you a moment to consider your options, your menu cards are here." The waitress invited, putting a hand on the menu cards on each side of the table, before turning to the two to see if they wanted anything immediately. Cecilia asked for nothing, instead starting to remove her coat, looking to Vivian to see if she wanted anything. Cecilia wanted to see, what she had to chose from, before she made any choices. And if Vivian asked for nothing either, the Waitress would hurry off, letting the two know she'd be right back to take their order then.

Cecilia sat down on one end of the couch, and side of the table, after placing their coats in the middle of the couch, wanting to sit in front of Vivian while they where eating. Her eyes scanned around the place for a moment, her lips smiling.
"Pretty cute place." She complimented the establishment, looking down to Vivian with an interested expression, wanting to hear Vivian's opinion. "Bet you've seen fancier in the city though?" She asked, with a teasing smile on her face. The question hadn't been bitter, or malicious. It was more of a question of conversation, interested in hearing what kind of places Vivian was used to, these days.
Cecilia also picked up the menu card, scanning the choices systematically. She wanted to know all of her choices, before she made one. And there was quite a few. The restaurant's card wasn't too massive, but it wasn't just the Diner down on the corner, either. Cecilia's heart fell for a T-bone with garlic butter, Wild Sauce and hazel potatoes, and her heart never really left that one.
"Okay.. Not even going to try to trump that, I know what I'll be having.. 21.." She admitted, giggling lightly as she looked back up to Vivian. Vivian would remember how heavy Cecilia's heart bled for large, juicy steaks, and the T-bone had always been the top. Nothing fancy, just a lot of meat.
"Uhm.. What do we wanna drink?" She asked, before considering the wine and drinks card. The establishment had a bar as well, opening options for a wide variety of cocktails as well. Vivian would know of Cecilia's affinity for red wine, and Whiskey, but she'd also remember her favorite cocktail, the New York Sour, the mix of the two spirits, and the fact that any occasion, was a good occasion for a New York Sour, if you asked Cecilia. But either of these choices where expensive, and Vivian was buying. And even though they'd used to share everything, Cecilia still felt uncomfortable, making that sort of choice with Vivian's money. She hadn't had a good glass of red since her parents moved out of town as well, and it was even longer since she'd had a cocktail. But, in this moment, any choice of Vivian's, was a good choice for Cecilia. She really didn't care. What she cared about, was the warm comfort of the Restaurant, mixed with Vivian's presence, and the stories she was longing so desperately for.
 
As Cecilia turned to remove her coat, for a brief second Vivian hesitated. It wasn’t as though she didn’t appreciate the gesture, but more so that it’d been a long while since someone had offered to take her coat. But she gently relented and allowed her to remove the garment, slowly shimmying her shoulders to let the thick wool coat slide into Cecilia’s arm. Her scarf slightly shifted to show a rather large bruise from the previous night, and she quickly reached up to adjust it again. In the time it took her to do so, the waitress had come over to serve them, preventing her from asking the same thing of Cecilia to take her coat. Instead, Vivian slowly smiled to the server and nodded her head, “Yes, zank you.”

The warm atmosphere of the restaurant had already begun to have an effect on Vivian. The walls were painted a warm mixture of gold and mahogany, with dark crimson accents to help draw out the gold. The walls were decorated with calming abstract murals, while the colors were drawn out by a warm and even lighting from the ceiling. The restaurant adopted a warm and semi-formal feel to it; closer to something that one would get for a birthday rather than that of a casual eatery. Yet Vivian enjoyed the feeling that the place put off, and she slowly smiled before she saw the small ‘table’ the two were given, and nodded thanks to the server.

“Zank you,” She nodded her head, slowly sliding down into the booth. As Cecilia slid in with her on the opposite end, Vivian moved so that their bodies were closer together than that of sitting across from one another, keeping a comfortable distance between them. They were still technically on a date, and while the ide aof Cecilia fingering her suddenly without tel- Vivian had to quickly readjust her thoughts for a moment. Why was sex so prominent in her head? Was it just lingering form the previous night? The thoughts had already gotten this bad in such a short while… perhaps the two of them should move even further apart…

“It’s a nice restaurant,” Vivian smiled, before her expression slightly fell at the next remark, “I… I hafe, but I still enjoy zese types of restaurants. Zey’ll usually veed you a lot more here zan at those upscale Vrench restaurants…” Vivian’s word were light, but even with Cecilia’s cheerful and happy tone, she couldn’t help but feel awkward at having to answer questions about her stay in the city. Vivian had seen much, yes, but it’d also been the reason why she and Cecilia were apart. Vivian had been gone for a long while, and she knew that, while Cecilia had gotten angrier, there wasn’t any outward expression of malice. But it felt wrong to talk about it, as though the two had cheated on one another, and the city was a metaphor for said adultery.

No, that was ridiculous! Vivian’s thoughts were jumbled enough as it was, and adding in the possibility of Cecilia trying to guilt her wasn’t going to help. Cecilia hadn’t ever been that type of girl… and even if she seemed a bit more bitter and repressed now, she was certain that she wouldn’t have changed that much in such a small amount of time. Vivian relaxed slightly before forcing her face down into one of the menus, scanning it and almost feeling her stomach growl just looking at some of the dishes that they were offering here. The steak itself looked amazing, which was par for the course at a steakhouse, and each of the pictures made her mouth water just thinking about eating one of them.

“I think I might have to go with a 19 myself-“ Vivian gestured to a Sirloin steak- “The Sirloin here looks delicious!” Vivian smiled again, seeing Cecilia smiling as well. Just seeing Cecilia here, happy and looking alive again, it was all that Vivian was hoping for. Being apart from her had hurt her, and Cecilia far more so. Being able to make her happy, make her smile once more, that would be her goal here. And so as the waitress came over to ask about their drink selection, Vivian didn’t even give Cecilia the chance to deny what she wanted, having seen her subtly staring at the wide variety of wines and alcohols that they offered.

“Hello,” The waitress smiled cheerfully, “What would you two ladies like to drink tonight?”
“A white wine for myself, and could I get a glass of water on the side with lemon?” Vivian smiled gently, “And for her, do you potentially have a New York Sour cocktail? Or some variation on it?”
“We do,” The waitress nodded, “I can most certainly get those for you two. Would you like anymore time to order?”

Pausing, Vivian turned to Cecilia, having again figured out what she wanted via her words. Vivian smiled, “I don’t think so. I personally would like a Number 19, medium-well, with the sides of mashed potatoes and fried apples. Do you know what you want, Cecilia?” She turned to her lover, smiling to her.
 
Cecilia smiled, resting her arms on the table as Vivian sat down, before looking around the restaurant as well. She giggled warmly with Vivian's remark at french restaurants, nodding a few times.
"Yeeah, remember when that nice couple tried to open that fancy corner thing? Feeding you barely enough to leave full? Didn't get much success in a town like this. Nice people though. Really liked Maiike. They where from Netherlands as well, if you didn't know. Moved to the City, when the restaurant failed. Hope they started up a new one there, their food was good, while.. Too expensive and fancy for me." She giggled, letting pleasant but forgotten memories trickle over her. She'd gone to that restaurant a single time with her brother and their parents, but never came a second time. Her father was smart with his money, and wasn't going to spend extra, on food that looked fit for kings. He didn't need that, and neither did Cecilia. She preferred a good large plate, that'd leave her full even before she finished. Which is why she'd suggested this place. From the reviews of friends, she'd heard that you got more then enough to leave full, none of them having finished their plates. Something Cecilia was sure she would.

With Vivian's suggestion, Cecilia smiled with a nod, looking down to the image of the dish. Good choice as well. Cecilia went through the card once more, making sure the T-bone was really her choice, but there was no contest. T-bone had always been her favorite food, and there was no doubt she'd have that.
"Does look good too, yeah. Oouh.. All of it looks good, really. Been so long since I've had a good steak, this was a -great- idea, if I have to say so myself." She prided herself, using a comical voice, with a over dramatized posture of pride, followed by a soft giggle as she looked through from the menu to Vivian. In that moment, Cecilia wanted to slide close up against the other woman, and hug her. Touch her. Naughty thoughts ran through her mind, her eyes glazing with that hint again, as her lips smiled lovingly. She didn't suppress her thoughts, like Vivian did, but let them linger, even as the waitress arrived. Discreetly, Cecilia fumbled with her feet, easily slide off one of her sneakers. She reached out her foot, only now covered in thick nylon ankle socks, finding Vivian's ankle, starting to gently stroke her, as she made her order.

Cecilia beamed at what she was ordered to drink, smiling widely up to the waitress.
"With the fruitiest red, please. And a straight straw." She asked, the waitress giggling lightly.
"Of course.. The only right way to making a NYS. We've got the perfect bottle prepared for that. Something on the side?" Cecilia smiled happily with the waitress' knowledge of the drink, before looking thoughtful for a second.
"Could we get a can of water, with lemon, and two glass'? Think I want a sip of that as well." She asked, the waitress agreeing with a nod as she wrote it down. Cecilia's toes continued to stroke Vivian's ankle if it was allowed, stroking over her malleolus, as she let the woman take her order. Getting to her, she looked back up to the waitress, looking thoughtful.
"I'll have the 21, rare, with garlic butter, hasselback potatoes and the houses sauce. Thank you." She ordered, the waitress nodding a few times, as she quickly scribbled down the order, smiling back between the both of her costumers.
"I'll put in your order, and bring you your drinks in a minute. And let me welcome you to Natasha's once more, and I hope you have a wonderful stay." She mused, before heading off towards the bar. A little later, Cecilia had noticed, that the waitress herself, was the one mixing the Sour that she'd ordered. It made her smirk lightly.

Cecilia looked back to Vivian with a warm smile, taking one of the other woman's arms, resting them on the table, as their fingers mingled. Meanwhile, her toes stroked further up, stroking back and forth on her calves.
"Vivy, I've been wanting to mention. At that show? Your Cello... It was amazing. The way you flowed with the rhythm.. Controlled the room... You.. You're really talented with it. I'm happy that you managed to pick up another instrument, I am. You always wanted to. And the Cello was a good choice.. The two of you, became one at that show, it was breathtaking. I didn't even notice that I started crying with the Overture.. Great music piece as well. Was it your's entirely? Did you instruct all the instruments?" She asked, a genuine interest and curiosity in the question. Another question also tingled, referring to her Violin, and if she still played it, but she saved them for later. She was in no hurry to ask questions, they had the whole night. The whole week, to interrogate and prod each other about the past year and more. Cecilia wanted to know it all. How Vivian came by her success so fast. How her agent was. If the City was good to her. All these questions made up her thoughts, and she wanted to know it all. Wanted to, once again, know everything that was to know about Vivian.
 
It was not lost on Vivian as Cecilia’s toes slowly began to snake around her ankle. The naughty thoughts that Vivian repressed must have been going through Cecilia’s mind, something that almost worried her. The two of them were only together for a few days and they were already turning to sex. It was a thought that both excited and slightly unnerved Vivian, as she was still figuring out where they stood on the relationship scale. Yet seeing how happy Cecilia was in ordering, seeing just how excited she was in getting exactly what she wanted sent a wave of relief over the Cellist, and Vivian slowly took a breath as she let those toes slowly make their way up her leg.

“My Cello?” Vivian had to think about how to respond to that, “Oferture? Yes, I vrote zat by myself. I brought it to zee conductor and he helped me iron out the pieces with zee other instruments, but I vrote zat piece myself. The cello seemed like zee perfect fit for it, sometink zat I could vork vith. Zat vas the first show I’d premiered Oferture at… I’fe already gotten some messages about how unoriginal and how unfitting zee title is. The piece didn’t take me long to vrite but I had to take some time figuring out how to pace it, hence vhy I go in and out of tempos rather quickly during the song.

“And,” Thinking about the next comment, Vivian thought of her instrument. The large cello that she used, the way that she’d ended up playing it, “Zank you, about the cello! It’s a fery, different instrument. I vanted to pick up one zat was shtill in the shtring family, but I had to be unique. I vas told if I only played the fiolin, I’d never get picked up for anythink other than a background player. It vas one of the guys in the musical group I joined who suggested it and efen offered me an older cello to play with. I had to fix it up, but once I did I taught myself how to play it,” She smiled, “It actually isn’t zat different from playing a fiolin. Zee sound is a lot deeper and you hafe to be shtandink up to get the full range of notes, and the bow is a lot larger. Your arm moves a lot faster zan you zink it vould, far faster zan zat of a violin in order to play the same notes. But it’s worth it.”

On the subject of her violin playing skills, however, Vivian’s mind shot back to that painful memory. Of loosing her violin, in the snow brought on by the blizzard. The instrument had been gone, gone completely when she finally was allowed to head back outside by the family caring for her, without even an indent left. The violin, it’d been a gift from her mother, something that she’d always cherished. She’d used it to save her life that night, but likewise she’d lost that in the process. It’d been partially why she’d decided to take up a different instrument, given that she’d have to rent a violin for an ungodly sum of money, but also the pain of loosing the instrument had started to effect her ability to play. When the fellow group member had offered her the cello, she’d jumped on the opportunity to take it up.

But Cecilia hadn’t asked her about the violin, and that was that. After a few moments, however, Vivian heard a small clinking in front of her, seeing that their drinks had been made. Looking up to the waitress, Vivian smiled widely and nodded her head, “Zank you.” She leaned forward to take a sip of her wine, instantly sighing as the warm taste hit her tongue, “It’s delicious, zank you again.” Vivian sighed as she took another sip, before turning to gauge Cecilia’s reaction, knowing just how much she’d loved that particular cocktail. She was certain that being given such a drink had likely been the first of many pick ups that Cecilia would need tonight, and Vivian prayed the meat would be the next of them.

After their drinks were delivered, Vivian finally decided it was time to ask a question of her own. Biting her lip, she turned her head to the side before slowly leaning forward on her forearms against the table, ignoring the toes still climbing her leg, “You said you always vanted to pick up another instrument, but you verne't anyvere near as talented vith piano before," She omitted 'I left, "Did you, learn anythink, else?"
 
Cecilia's green eyes beamed at the other woman, as she spoke about her song. About how she'd created it herself, and got the help of an actual conductor. It had always seemed to be Vivian's dream, to work together with a conductor, in creating a symphony of different instruments. Vivian had always had these grand dreams and aspirations. Grand Orchestras. Massive symphonies. Playing along side of an Orchestra, the massive group working together in creating beautiful art. While Cecilia had always been the simple dreamer. She'd enjoyed their duets, above all, and had never aspired to enter an Orchestra, or a group. She wanted the same, to create art, but through simpler means. Through songs, telling the stories of the world, while she acted out the minstrel. These little dreams, could easily be implemented in Orchestras, and turned into the same grand goals as Vivian's, but the mere thought of that made anxiety tingle in Cecilia. So, she'd taught herself not to think in those lines. Orchestras, where massive entities, not meant for little Cecilia, and her Guitar and Piano. Or so, her anxious confidence told her.

Hearing the story of the Cello, almost excited Cecilia. How it'd all fit together, and slowly come to fruition. How that dream. Those aspirations and goals. Had become reality. Vivian was doing it. She was reaching out, and touching the peak, still strong enough to make it the rest of the way. Vivian could do it, Cecilia knew this. It was a somewhat melancholic pride that ran through Cecilia, in that moment. Vivian could make it. But now, she was spending a week away from all that, in order to spend time with her. -She- was dragging Vivian away from her goals, and aspirations, just like she'd used to do. Was she Vivian's talents kryptonite? Did she weaken her resolve, and keep her from reaching these goals? It had been why she left, and. It'd worked.
These dark thoughts didn't do well with Cecilia's confidence, but she suppressed it for now, only showing a light gloom over her otherwise beaming smile, as she continued listening. The more she heard about the Cello, the more a question grew in her mind. How about her Violin? What'd happened to it? There was no chance, even when lured with fame and fortune, that she'd just toss the Violin. It was special to her heart, and meant far too much to just gather dust.

Cecilia didn't get out another question, before the drinks arrived, snapping her out of thought, smiling up to the waitress as well. She left Vivian taste her wine first, smiling when she accepted it. She turned to her own drink, picking up the straight straw next to it. She dipped the straw deep into the layered drink, making sure she got a good mix of fruity red wine in the straw, mixed with the sour mix and whiskey she soon sucked out. She didn't take a massive sip, but just the right amount, to make the sweet and sour mixture of taste's hit her palet, before carefully retracting the straw and looking up to the waitress.
"Perfect. That's a great red for this, mind getting me a note with the brand on?" She asked gently, nodding a single time as the waitress promised to do so, before heading off to take other orders. Cecilia's spine shivered lightly, as the heat of the strong whiskey rushed through her, before taking another quick sip and then looking back to Vivian. She always pulled her straw out of the glass, with every sip, knowing very well how to properly enjoy her cocktail. The waitress seemed to know as well, having brought a slammer shot along with the other glass, for Cecilia to put the straw aside in.

Cecilia tilted her head as Vivian started speaking again, her lips curling a warm smile, a light flush on her cheeks with the compliment. It was true, she'd played her keyboard every single day, for the last year and some, and it'd become a second body part. Her keyboard was just a cheap solution to a Piano, and she'd made it sound as much as a Piano as she could. There was something beautiful about a Piano, and the sounds it created. She'd still played her guitar, but she wasn't getting any better at that, without a Master's teaching. She'd been born with a guitar in hand, and her old heirloom Guitar was like an extension of her body.
The Piano, had been more challenging. But she'd had plenty of time since Vivian left, and she'd spent the majority of her spare time, silently playing her instruments on her lonesome. How much better she'd gotten, had gone unnoticed to the young woman, but she'd become quite talented with the instrument. Cecilia was lucky, being gifted with a good grasp of music, most improvement almost coming natural to her. She wasn't afraid of mistakes, and never forgot one when she made it, helping her straying from mistakes. Many musicians struggle getting over mistakes, paining themselves with them as a failure, but not Cecilia. And whenever, if ever, Vivian had done this, Cecilia had always attempted to calm her, and get past those hurdles.
"Thanks.. I.. I've played almost every day, this year. The keys. They just fit me well. And.. Well, I think it soothed me. Made me think of good things, when I otherwise couldn't? I was born with my granddads guitar in hand, but Piano was something I had to work to learn. It was my.. Talent child. Heh. Something I learned, after starting to play with you." She giggled lightly with a memory, one hand still reaching and touching Vivian's hand if she hadn't moved it, the other playing around with the straw in the slammer glass, eyes focusing on that. "Reminded me of being mischievous. Playful. Remember when we found a way to get into the Musics Hall at College? I remember that we'd sneak in, and I'd play the Piano, with you sitting on top with you Violin." She brought up an old, pleasant memory, warming her heart with the nostalgia. She snickered lightly again, before looking up.
"So, I kept practicing. And.. I have to admit, that I didn't notice the change. You rarely do, when you learn by yourself, before someone mentions it. Thank you." She thanked Vivian again, smiling warmly.

But her smile sank lightly, as she thought of the question she'd considered earlier, pulling her hand away from the straw, curling up the edge of the yellow sweater's sleeve. She moved it bellow her cheek, resting her elbow on the table and cheek on her hand, looking down at the table for a moment, before carefully turning her eyes back towards Vivian.
"You.. You're doing it. You're reaching your goals. Your aspirations. Becoming the talented woman, you always wanted to be, and getting starting to get the recognition you've always deserved. The fact.. That people think the title of your song is unoriginal, only shows they care about it. And the audience loved it. I.. I wasn't the only one crying, during that performance. You.. Moved them." She started, her lips smiling lightly again, as her toes started to recoil, pulling back to her other foot, as the hand bellow her head dropped, reaching out for Vivian's hand as well. Both her hands now held on to one of Vivian's, as she continued, finger's gently pressing onto Vivian's skin.
"You.. Staying here for a week. You.. Want to do this, right? You.. Aren't just doing.. This. Because you feel you owe me? Because. You want to make me happy, at your expense?" She got the question out, looking a little anxious at the thought. "B.. Because.. I don't.. Want that. I don't want to hurt your career, and especially not you. I don't want to be a clutch again. We.. We could find other ways of seeing each other." She suggested, her expression a mix of worried and anxious now. Sherealized that she might be letting go of Vivian completely again, but she couldn't do this to Vivian. Vivian had moved, in order to let lose and become better. Become famous. Now she had that, and Cecilia suddenly had the fear, that she was going to be the one tearing all of that down again.
 
The thought hadn’t occurred to her, as of yet at the very least, that Vivian was giving up something in order to be here with Cecilia. The more that thought crept into her mind, however, she began to realize that it might have been true. The reasoning behind why she left had been tired mostly to her inability to gain acceptance or progress within her home town… but had she viewed Cecilia as holding her back? She’d made the decision to leave without telling her to as to make Cecilia feel less pain from her leaving. But, had she also done that, because he thought dragging Cecilia with her would stunt her career? Cecilia had even said she would have been willing to go with her, so her line of reasoning that Cecilia wouldn’t have gone with her was flawed already. And hearing these words brought up to her, made Vivian pause for a long while, trying to figure out how to put this.

“Cecilia….” Turning to entwine their hands together further, Vivian brought her body up close to her lover’s, “If I didn’t vant to do zis, if I didn’t vant you… I vouldn’t hafe come after you. I vould’fe dismissed you up on zat stage and zat would hafe been zat… right?” She smiled gently, pulling their bodies closer together, now the jackets being the only thing separating them, “I made zee decision to come back… for you. I don’t care for zis town anymore… I just, can’t. It didn’t do anythink for me, but you… you vere the zing I missed. I…. I know I hurt you, badly, and zat’s vey I’m here now. I made a horrible mistake and I vnt to… I vant to correct it by shoving you, zat I never did stop loving you… and I shouldn’t hafe ever left you.”

Vivian’s words were heartfelt, soft and gentle. If she were to place the reasoning behind why she returned back, her words would most likely be them. Vivian had no reason to come back home; this town hadn’t given her name recognition, or any opportunities, or even scholarships to go to her own colleges and universities. If anything, being from an obscure town had hurt her, and made it so she had nothing to fall back on. Seeing Cecilia that night, hadn’t brought back any memories of the town, or school, or any of her other friends she’d had. All it had done was bring up memories of the two of them, of the love they shared, and of the grave mistake that Vivian had made in moving away from that love. So when she said that she was there for her, there for Cecilia’s love to fix a mistake she made, it was a genuine confession that she believed with her entire heart.

“If you vant proof, I can gife you proof of zat…” Pausing, Vivian brought her closer together, trying to think of what exactly ‘proof’ could constitute for them. She’d already made her declaration, and just calling her agent to confirm that she was simply on leave of the week likely wouldn’t sway her lover’s troubled mind. She needed something passionate, something that would make a statement, something that would give her the confidence to know that the two of them were still going the distance, and were still going to be that way. Something that could at the very least, demonstrate trust between them…

“Hmpmh….” Thinking for a long moment, Vivian moved the jackets aside, pressing their bodies closer together. For a moment, her hands moved Cecilia’s own towards her hips, and a seemingly naughty transition had seemed to take place. But rather, Vivian placed those hands on her sides as she suddenly brought Cecilia into a long, a hard and passionate kiss, in front of everyone in the restaurant. It wasn’t entirely out of place, given the more upscale atmosphere, and granted they weren’t slamming each other on the table, but the point still stood. She was willing to put her reputation in public to show that she’d come back. Whether Cecilia grasped the concept of this possibly impacting her PR, or getting to her agent was inconsequential; the fact that Vivian was willing to do so at all was what mattered to her.

The kiss itself was long and deep, with Vivian’s tongue pressing into Cecilia’s lips and forcing them open slightly. Vivian refrained from pushing it any further than it needed to be, and rather than continue it until they would start panting, Vivian pulled away and gave Cecilia a warm and open smile, “Zere… see? I’m alright with zis, I’m happy with zis. I don’t vant to find ‘other ways’ to see each other… I vant to hafe you, with me, in front of me so you can see zat I love you, and know zat I’m being genuine about it.”

With that said, the waitress had finally returned with their entrees, Vivian’s little speech and subsequent PDA having taken up a decent chunk of time. True to the form of the restaurant and its reputation, the meat itself, as it was laid down, sizzled ever so slightly, the juices and fat still slightly cooking into it, even while on the table. The plate itself was still hot, but the meat seemed to be done at the perfect time and temperature for it to be served. Likewise, the mashed potatoes were also steaming and dripping with butter and a side of gravy, whilst the fried apples, well… were fried apples.

Turning to Cecilia, Vivian smiled, “Mahlzeit!” Vivian smiled, taking her knife and cutting into her own meat. After taking a piece and giving it a moment to cool, she took the bite and immediately sighed, a grin crossing her features as she nodded to the food, “It’s delicious. Vat about yours, Cecilia?”
 
Feeling their fingers entwine even further, already worked to calm Cecilia's inner anxiety, but the visible one was still present. She was like a cork, ready to pop and fly through the room. Her entire composure was winded up and tensed, her teeth gnawing gently on her lower lip in the process. The gentle nibbled, had turned into a rather hard bite, the further she'd thought about things, only letting way when Vivian started speaking again. She gulped lightly as she started, and listened intently as she spoke.
What she said, rang true. She could've just ignored Cecilia's presence, and gone home to bathe in expensive soaps, and gone to sleep in warm, luxury silks. Instead, she'd come home to her shitty little home town, only to be tortured by her past lover, fucked until she passed out, and then slept in a cheap, hard bed. She may be risking things by going here, but she surely also made sacrifices in doing so. She wanted to be there. She wanted to be with Cecilia.
A single tear parted from the edge of Cecilia's eye, but the tear was followed by a warm, happy smile. It was a tear of joy, and she exhaled in a soft sigh from her nose, body relaxing once again. She gently squeezed Vivian's hands, her heart already at easy with that speech. Her joy was unmistakable, as she gave a soft, joyous snicker, sniffing a single time.

When Vivian mentioned wanting to prove her statements, Cecilia's head tilted slightly, watching the other woman moving closer. She watched Vivian closely as she considered, looking down to their hands when Vivian moved them. Her right brow raised slightly, hints of confusion in her expression at first, which turned to realization and a smile as their lips grew close, and her hand reached Vivian's sides. At first, Cecilia figured that Vivian was just going to prove it, with a loving, passionate kiss. But a few seconds into the kiss, her mind realized what she was doing. She was putting it out there. The fact, that she was in love with a woman. That she was a lesbian. These days this wasn't frowned as much upon as in the past, but it would still lead to a ton of gossip, should it get spread. If anyone in the restaurant, in that moment, knew Vivian or where just taking pictures for themselves, the word would be out. She was putting her love for Cecilia, above her public image.
Cecilia's lips smiled a little wider with the kiss, happily allowing Vivian's tongue in, returning the kiss with her own's dance. She pressed their lips a little closer together, her hands stroking around to Vivian's back. But one didn't stop there, starting to stroke down the fabric of Vivian's dress, following her hip, down over her rear, and ending on her thigh, moaning discreetly silent into the kiss.

She blinked a few times, being completely speechless with that kiss. Her face was a bliss with joy, and she just smiled warmly to Vivian, nodding a single time as well. Her hand moved, resting instead on Vivian's knee, as the food arrived. The waitress had certainly noticed the two making out, and had been as quite as possible, as to not interrupt the conversation that followed. And when Vivian turned to react to the food, the waitress just nodded a single time, leaving them with a smile.
Cecilia was still stunned by the passionate kiss. Thoughts was running through her head, but she had little control of them. Her fears had been picked up, and tossed to the wind in that moment, and she -did- believe her. Vivian wanted this. She really did. Cecilia hadn't felt this kind of joy for the longest time.
Her eyes had been watching Vivian taste her meat, and sigh with the tasty joy of it, causing her to smile a little wider. A little thing like that, watching Vivian feel the joy of eating, brought her joy now. Not to mention the naughtier thoughts and innuendos that came with the thought, that she quickly dispelled.

When Vivian turned to her, she finally snapped out of her thoughts, realizing she'd been staring in trance at her lover, quickly shaking her head to return to earth.
"Natuurlijk.. Esen." She agreed, looking down to her food with reinvigorated excitement. When moving her hands for the cutlery, however, she'd also realized that her hand had slowly crept up from Vivian's knee, and had been on her inner thigh when finally removing them. She didn't even have to think about doing intimate things, it just came natural to her. It was a deeper way, of showing affection and love to her.
Digging into her food, she wasted no time cutting into her T-bone. The sizzling of the meat, made the visible melting of the garlic butter on top of it, seem almost macabre. Watching it's soft surface slowly melting down onto the meat, spreading the garlic flavor across the meats hot surface. The butter disappearing, to become one with the meat. She pressed the piece she'd cut into the butter, before putting it in her mouth, and with the first bite, the red juices of the meat, mingled with that of the butter, Cecilia's eyes shimmered with a soft moan, both hands going down to rest on the edges of the table.
"Mmphf.. This.. Is amazing..." She said, still chewing on her food, causing her to clear her throat lightly, giggling with her mouth still shut as she sank the meat. "Pardon..." She apologized, smiling happily, as she took another bite, dipping it in the sauce as well. Her body shivered lightly with the taste this time as well, sighing in excitement, as she leaned her head over to rest on Vivian's shoulder, moaning softly again. After swallowing again, she sighed softly, closing her eyes, stroking her head against Vivian's shoulder.
"Heel erg Bendakt, Vivy... This is so amazing.." She thanked her again, once again hitting into her mother tongue, for a more heartfelt, true thanks. Cecilia didn't do this often, and mostly when she was in some pole of the emotional spectrum. From her tone of voice, and the blissful look on her face, it was pretty clear which she was in right now. She tilted her head towards Vivian after licking her lips clean, giving her neck a few kiss', just above her scarf. She prepared a bite of the potatoes as well, before sitting up properly again, but still only inches away with most of her body, and still physically touching Vivian when she moved. She didn't mind sitting close, and it didn't obstruct either of their eating.
"Not sure you can even imagine, how amazingly different this is for me. Bet you've tried a lot of interesting things in the Cities restaurants?" She questioned, taking another bite, and swallowing before continuing. "Had anything fun? Maybe something weird?" She giggled lightly, continuing to eat, but not taking her eyes off of Vivian for more then the seconds she needed to cut meat, or potatoes apart. From her tone of voice, it was once again clear she wasn't bitter, at the fact that Vivian had the chance to explore culinary experiences in the big City. She was interested. Wanted funny stories, wanted happy stories. She still wanted to know everything.
 
Trying to think of how to describe eating in a high end city was rather difficult. While most outsiders thought of it as a massive undertaking and almost a privilege, Vivian had always been the type to simply go in, eat, and then leave. She wasn’t one to socialize, which was a massive part of the concept of high dining, and she wasn’t one to spend time lavishing the taste of her food. Some had said it was a ‘country’ part of her, bred from the ‘ill mannered countryside’ and that she wouldn’t ever be able to ‘comprehend what it truly means to dine.’ To Vivian, it’d simply meant that she would spend triple the amount of time one needed to eat to discuss matters one could do in any environment, under the pretense of higher scale food and the concept of having a ‘refined palate’ when one went to dine once more.

That being said, however, Vivian herself had tried a multitude of cuisines with her former group members, and likewise had found she enjoyed a fair amount. Hibachi, Sushi, Thai, Crab, Trout, Salmon, French, Italian, Mediterranean, they were all present in the city. Mentioning fish was an interesting topic, for there was a particularly odd section of a mall, where the entire floor was dedicated to multiple kinds of seafood, and each small restaurant would specialize in a particular type of fish or seafood. Vivian had always found the place odd, but she’d taken time to try most of the fish there. And subsequently, Vivian had found that she and seafood did not sit well in the digestive track. She’d likewise found a particular fondness for sushi, an odd choice given cooked fish didn’t sit well with her, but almost everything she’d tried had been delicious, and anything cooked had made her vomit later.

All of these thoughts, however, had been going through her head as she bit into the Sirloin. Steak restaurants were surprisingly rare downtown, but she was certain there was a reason. Most of her colleagues had never mentioned eating Steak, and likewise the talk of things like chicken and pork were almost taboo in the group. Vivian hadn’t bene privy to the order of things, nor was she now, but there was a certain prejudice against meat in the richer classes. Pork, beef and chicken were all seen as more commonplace foods, and as such to eat one would be considered commonplace. Vivian hadn’t picked up on the fact of that, but had simply noticed she hadn’t eaten steak in a long, long while.

“Lecker!” Vivian sighed heavily as she let the meat melt into her mouth. The steaks had been cooked just to the point that the enzymes inside of them had been broken down by the oils and butter, causing the meat to be incredibly tender and melt the longer it sat on one’s tongue. Yet the butter itself was still filled with enough salt and flavor to keep the meat from feeling mushy, and added with a bit of mushroom and broccoli, the tastes all mingled together into one large and massive attack of flavor powerful enough to make Vivian’s fingers curl around the table, as though she was about to have her clothes ripped away by some massive invisible force of wind.

Rather than that, however, Vivian sighed and smiled to Cecilia, “I know, vight? lecker, lecker, lecker!” Slipping into German had been a habit that Vivian had always had, something her parents had even found funny given she wasn’t native. Vivian’s parents had been German, completely so, and her household had been heavily inspired by the Rhineland. Certain phrases and exclamations she’d absorbed naturally came out, and by the time she’d finished half of her steak, she’d already exclaimed ‘delicious’ so much it sounded as though she was asking for liquor.

After the waitress had returned to top off their drinks and mix a new cocktail for Cecilia, Vivian turned to her date and paused as she was asked, “I’fe eaten a lot, actually. If I vere to pick out zee weirdest think… probably vould be tentacles at an auzentic sushi restaurant…” Vivian put her finger on her chin, recalling the event, “Zey veren’t bad, just weird… the suckers had dried up by zat point but zey still felt odd going down. I know zey don’t hafe sushi restaurants here, but it’s good food. You just hafe to get over the idea of eating raw fish, vhich isn’t that difficult if you eat a lot of rare steak or meat.” Vivian smiled, before thinking of the next bit.

Vivian, by this point, had begun to notice this was the third question about her time in the city. Deciding to address it, Vivian turned her head to Cecilia, scooting so she body was facing her, “I didn’t actually eat and do much zat vould be considered upper class in zee city,” Vivian continued, “Eferyone nefer vanted a simple meal, nefer vanted to just get-in-get-out. It always had to be an efent, or zou had to be vith at least fife other members of your section. I don’t undershtand vey zat is… to me it’s just a vaste of time and takes time avay from practicing. The fact I didn’t vant to eat with eferyone, or go shopping every single day, or go out to events often vas odd to zem. But I vas more dedicated to mastering the Cello, and efen now I can’t say I hafe it down. I life in a studio apartment, but nothink zat looks like somezink on TV.”
 
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