Nothing but Sisters - Rosénali

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The atmosphere was weird, and they both could feel it. Two days had pass since the wedding, since the day they parents left to the Honeymoon leaving them alone. Two days of not touching, not even a kiss. Trying to avoid the other as much as they could, because of an obvious fact: they cannot be together. Not now, that all they feared was actually happening, and they couldn't do anything to stop it.

But there was something else they couldn't stop: their desires.

Rosé was sitting on the couch, trying to read the book she was holding, but finding it impossible. Her mind was in another thing; a certain thing with black curly hair, deep brown eyes, plump lips and cute dimples. And that thing was sitting right across her, creating an energy field between the two, that neither one of them could ignore.

No words needed, not even a look, to know what the other was thinking: each other.

Denali stood and walked away, and Rosé thanked the universe because she couldn't stand one more minute without throwing herself in top of the her.

But Denali had other plans, the opposite of what Rosé was hoping, but the same that she was craving.

Denali slightly approached Rosé from behind of the couch, leaning at the level of the girl's ear. "I know it's wrong," she whispered, her hot breath brushing against Rosé's skin, "but the very thought of your hands, reaching up under my skirt and touching me, makes me blush in all the right places."

Rosé was left speechless, her heart pounding against her chest, knowing how wrong that was, but also knowing how well it would feel.

Denali walked in front of her, taking Rosé's book from her hands and placing it on a side before making her way into the girl's lap, straddling her.

"Wanna know how I feel about you?" Denali whispered, her eyes full of lust, stabbing the other's soul. Rosé slightly nodded, finding it impossible to use her words. "Put your hand between my legs and find out for yourself."

The statement made Rosé gulped, and a feeling like a magnetic pull leaded her hand to the most forbidden place, feeling all Denali's wetness through the thin fabric of her underwear.

"I want you to taste me again, like a secret... or a sin." Denali whispered in her ear, before facing her and brushing their lips together, just barely at first, but enough to send shiver down their spines. Rosé had a weakness for her, an ache for her touch, a longing for her kiss. Denali was just something she couldn't resist.

Forbidden pleasures are immoderately; when lawful, they do not excite desire. Love, however, cannot be forbidden. The more that flame is covered up, the hotter it burns. Love can always find a way. It was impossible that these two whose hearts were on fire should be kept apart.

They could feel the buildup when touching turned into grabbing; soft lips, into passionate tongues; and their heartbeat got faster, and faster.

Denali wriggled on top of Rosé, desperate to gain some sort of friction to relieve the painful ache between her legs. Rosé got the queue and made her first move, toying with the hem of Denali's shirt, slightly brushing her skin.

"Take it off already," Denali fussed between Rosé's lips, who smirked and obeyed, exposing Denali's breast.

Rosé wrapped her arms around Denali's bare waist, pulling her closer, if that was even possible. Her tongue now rolling against Denali's breast, sucking on one of her nipples and pinching the other with her fingers.

Denali's moans only increased when Rosé flipped her around, making her lie down on the couch. Rosé was now on top of her, hands exploring every inch of her body, thigh pressing against Denali's clothed core, mouth sucking on her neck.