Take Me to Church

[BlackAkuma]

Lucy was much slower to get up. In part because her body was still recovering from all it had gone through - the wrestling, the squeezing, the smothering. She wasn’t in great pain or anything, but she had a few aches and pains in places she wasn’t accustomed to, and a bit of a sore throat from the screaming. Nothing she wouldn’t recover from in a few days, though. Plus…

”This is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever been on. Ever.” Which wasn’t saying much, her bed’s were notoriously crap, but this one felt close to five-star hotel room quality. She breathed deep and stretched out, arching her back and enjoying the softness as she sunk between the sheets.

Lucy rolled over to her chest and stretched like a cat, rolling her shoulders and raising her hips, before she let it all go and flopped flat with her arms and legs stretched. Normally, she might worry about leaving too much of her smell on Neith’s bed, but that ship had already sailed. ”Would you believe zero? I mean, I watch some porn from time to time, sure, but nothing quite like that. Only ever dipped my toes into kinky stuff.”

She perked up at Neith’s final words, processing the implicit proposition, and she propped up on her elbows to gaze up at the woman. It was hard to be 100% sure with the woman - teasing seemed to be baked into her conversations by default. But no, she looked genuine. ”I…you really think I did that good?” Ugh, she was blushing, wasn’t she? Too late to hide it, but she looked down to hide it, anyway, along with her dopey smile. ”That would be cool, yeah.”

Lucy cleared her throat, found some more base in her voice, and locked eyes with Neith. ”Yeah, I’d like that.”