Under the Boardwalk

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila had never been all that good with words. At least, not formal words.

As many of her opponents found out, she was good at talking trash. That came to her naturally, a byproduct of growing up in a filthy environment. According to her mother, her first was ‘fuck’, which not only said a lot about the sort of people her parents were, but also demonstrated what she thought of them.

That being said, when it came to sex, she was pretty good at shortly summarizing her feelings. The fact that she was having trouble with that now just demonstrated how thoroughly her mind had been blown. The strength left her body after that, leaving her limp and lifeless, and she was well on her way to collapsing in the sand.

Only Nerissa’s grasp kept her from the fall, holding her up at the last second and keeping her close. As much as Sheila hated to admit it, it was oddly comforting in Echidna's arms. She’d never been the submissive type, usually she took charge of things or went down try, but the Native American had a way of taking charge that just melted her from the inside out. Here, in the shadows and the surf, she was secure. She could’ve stayed here for hours, without a single worry.

She stared up at Nerissa for a few moments, letting her breath catch up with the rest of her body, before she spoke again. ”Amazing. Fuckin’ amazing.” She closed her eyes and just basked in the glow of the moon, loving the way their chests felt pressed together. ”Best date I ever had. Not saying much, but still. You?”

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For some reason completely unknown to her, Nerissa felt incredibly peaceful at that moment. A minute ago she looked more like a wild animal, but now, when she hugged Sheila, she seemed to melt. It took the blonde a few moments to finally catch her breath, after which she answered a question from the Native American woman, thereby making her giggle softly.

“I'm glad to hear that!” She said, smoothly raising her right hand up to brush a few wet strands of hair from Sheila's face.

Before answering the Australian woman's question, Nerissa tilted her head forward, joining their lips in a kiss. This time, she wasn't even in a hurry to open her mouth, she just wanted to taste the lips of this beautiful woman again. Closing her eyes, she thoroughly enjoyed this moment before breaking their kiss, but leaving her face just as close to Sheila's.

“I couldn't agree more,” she replied, smiling. “The best date of my life.”

Nerissa turned her head to the side and looked at the moon shining on two naked women by the ocean. There weren't many moments like this in her life. Yes, apparently Nerissa was still a little more civilized than Sheila, but that didn't change much. She was still what society calls the black sheep.

And although public opinion was the last thing she cared about, even Nerissa herself eventually began to believe that she would never find a person with whom she could share such a beautiful moment. Was Sheila the right person for her? Do they have anything besides this night that they can share in the future? Difficult questions that Nerissa wasn't ready to answer yet.

“What a beautiful night...” she said rhetorically, after which she turned her head back to Sheila and brought her lips close to the blonde's ear. “We're very lucky that we still have plenty of time before dawn, right?” She playfully licked the Australian woman's earlobe. “My place or yours?”