No Harm, No Fowl

Chapter Eleven: Home

a/n: warning, there is smut later on in the chapter. i'll mark it for anyone who is uncomfy :)

"Calm down, darling. It's okay. You're fine. Everything's alright." Alma sat up with Jenny and pulled the frantic woman against her, whispering calming words and sweet nothings to calm her hysteria. Jenny was panting and gasping, her skin clammy and forehead damp. Finally she managed to calm down and leaned her head against Alma's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry I woke you." Jenny whispered, her voice shaky.
"There's no reason to apologize. You clearly had a bad dream. I'm here now." Alma squeezed her hand.
"Thank you so much." Jenny closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Of course. But, if you don't mind my asking, who were you referring to when you said 'She's coming'?"
"Agatha. I dreamt that she was coming here. It was just a nightmare."
"That's correct, it was just a nightmare. We aren't like Horace, we don't get prophetic dreams." Alma joked, and to her relief it wasn't lost on Jenny, who started laughing. "Do you want me to go get you some water, or would you like to just go back to sleep?"
"Just... Could we- Can you just hold me, please?"
Alma laid back down on her side and gently tugged on Jenny's arm, prompting her to lay back down as well. Jenny tucked her head under Alma's chin and sighed contentedly, losing herself in the warm feeling of the other woman's arms curled protectively around her. Alma pulled the blanket back up over the two of them, then returned her hand to Jenny and ran her fingers through her hair. Soon enough Alma realized that Jenny had fallen asleep again, and smiled to herself as she settled in and fell asleep too.
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Jenny woke up and for a moment was confused, her eyes scanning the still new room. She felt arms wrapped around her, and tensed until she remembered where she was. She was in Alma's bedroom, and the arms belonged to none other than her girlfriend. She smiled and relaxed, looking up at Alma's sleeping face. She looked so relaxed, and Jenny realized that she hadn't seen her this way before. She'd always had a sort of mask over her face, a wall of something. She almost looked vulnerable. Jenny wrapped her legs around Alma's and snuggled in further, inhaling her sweet scent. She felt Alma's fingers twitch in her hair and went dead still, careful not to wake her. Jenny decided that as a headmistress of so many chaotic children, she needed as much rest as she could possibly get. They twitched again, and started stroking her hair. Jenny leaned into her touch subconsciously, closing her eyes and breathing slowly.
"Good morning my love." Alma spoke quietly and slowly, her voice heavily laced with sleep.
"Good morning darling. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, you didn't. And even if you had, a little extra time with you certainly wouldn't be a bad thing." It was obvious by now that Alma was still half asleep as she was slurring her words slightly and her eyelids were drooping, half shut. She lowered her face and kissed Jenny on the lips, pulling her lips into a smile.
"You're still sleepy. My sleepy girl." Jenny teased, earning a dazed scoff from Alma.
"I'm not slee..." She trailed off with a yawn.
"Yes you are. Go back to sleep."
"But I wanna be with you." Alma protested and Jenny giggled.
"You're already with me."
"Breakfast and the children." She was waking up more now, and Jenny looked into her eyes, met with the piercing green that she loved.
"Sleep. I'll take care of breakfast, and come and get you before the children wake up."
"No. I just have five more minutes."
"I'll go get breakfast started-" Jenny started to sit up but Alma cut her off and stopped her by grabbing her arm tightly, claws digging in.
"Five more minutes." She growled, pulling Jenny back down and kissing her on the cheek, hugging her tightly against her.
"Okay, okay. Five more minutes it is." Jenny chuckled as Alma attacked her neck and face with gentle kisses.
After Alma's requested five minutes had passed, the two got up to get dressed. Alma wore her usual attire, and Jenny wore loose pants with a shirt that had little flowers printed on it. They went downstairs and made breakfast, the children coming down just as they always did. By now, they had stopped asking how long Jenny and Matilda were staying, catching on to the fact that they wouldn't get an answer. After breakfast Alma cleaned up, and Jenny took Matilda outside to speak to her. Soon they returned and went on their walk, talking with the group of young peculiars. When they returned the children were dismissed to go play as Alma prepared lunch. Jenny and Matilda offered to help but Alma insisted that they go off and relax, so the two reluctantly agreed and went outside.
"Children, have any of you seen Miss Honey or Matilda?" Alma stood at the head of the table after gathering the children for lunch. She was met with head shakes and various mumbles of 'no' and things like that. She frowned but sat down, thinking they must have just lost track of time and wandered off somewhere, perhaps into the forest on another walk. The loop was safe, she reassured herself. Even Enoch kept his mouth shut as they ate, not daring to make any snide remarks about their absence.
After lunch had passed and there was still no sign of the two new peculiars she began to get worried. But again she told herself that they were probably off in the woods or at the beach, perhaps they just needed a little time away. That was fine, she'd have to have a talk with them about scheduling, though. She collected the dishes from lunch and took them to the kitchen where she washed them, already faintly missing the warmth of Jenny by her side. She dismissed it though, not allowing herself to be that way. She'd done this alone for years, she could continue doing it that way. But then, when she had finished the dishes and still had no sign of them, she was getting quite worried. She went to her room and shut the door behind her, sinking down on the bed and rubbing her temples. She couldn't keep her mind from wandering, which only made it worse.
'What if they're hurt?'
'What if someone took them?'
'What if a hollow found them?'
'What if she left me?'
By the time she reigned her thoughts back in, she was crying gently and there was a dull pain in her chest and stomach. The facts were that they were gone, and no one knew where they were. She couldn't go through this again. She checked her watch and opened her window, changing to bird form and shooting away.
She scoured the island within the loop, finding no sign of the two. She perched in a tall tree and watched the garden for any movement at all, even a bird. After a while of watching and investigating every little sound or movement, she cawed worriedly and decided to check the present, so she exited the loop and flew around the island twice in search of the missing peculiars. She looked in windows, hopped inside doors. They were nowhere to be found. However, that meant that she didn't find bodies, which was at least a little bit reassuring. By the time she got back to the loop she was extremely upset, to the point where she was unsteady on her wings. She flew up to her window and into her room, crashing onto the floor in an exhausted feathery heap. She transformed back to her normal human form and pulled her knees to her chest. She had to face the truth.
They were gone, and she had no idea where they were.
She was helpless.
Again.
Sobs wracked her body as they only ever would in private, as she tried to drag herself off the floor. She didn't have the strength to at that moment, between her worry and how tired she was from flying over the island three times. She mustered up the strength to check her watch and saw that it was eleven minutes and twenty-three seconds until she had to start dinner. She had taken longer searching than she had initially thought.
She worked to get her tears under control, breathing deeply and trying to reassure herself. Finally she stopped, and managed to get the energy to make her way over to the vanity and fix up her wildly disheveled appearance. Her hair was mostly fine but her clothes were messed up and her face was a mask of sorrow.
Sorrow.
She thought back to the single crow they had seen, and winced. She set her jaw before she could start crying again, and finished fixing up her appearance. She exited her room with a breath, walking quietly downstairs to begin dinner. She ran into Emma and examined her face, seeing the worry written all over it.
"Any sign of them?" Emma asked.
"I was in my room."
"No you weren't, I saw you. Peregrine falcons aren't that common, and you look pretty unique. Did you find them?" Alma sighed and looked at her hands.
"No."
"I'm sure they're fine." Emma bit her lip and Alma pulled her into a hug. She knew Emma was lying.
"They'll be back." Alma said firmly, though she was afraid to believe herself. She couldn't give herself false hope.
"I'll help you with dinner."
"Emma, no, go relax with the others."
"I'm helping you with dinner." Emma said firmly, though she was slightly nervous to stand up against her headmistress. But she knew she needed the company, even though she'd would never admit it.
Alma sighed and beckoned to the kitchen, where they went to make dinner. Emma noticed Alma glancing outside through the window quite a lot, and her heart hurt for the woman. Emma was secretly afraid that Jenny and Matilda had changed their minds, had left and gone back to the present. She was borderline angry with them for it. They hadn't even said goodbye. They just disappeared without a trace. At least Abe had said goodbye before he left. She leaned against the counter and took a breath, though it didn't go unnoticed by Alma.
"Are you alright, dear?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little worried."
"Don't be. It's alright." Alma knew that she should listen to herself, but she just couldn't. There was a feeling of dread pitting itself more and more in her stomach with every minute that the two failed to return.
They finished dinner and Alma killed the hollow and collected her children, still looking hopefully to collect Jenny and Matilda as well. They were still nowhere to be found. Alma listened intently as she ate dinner, longing to hear a knock on the door or simply the open and closing of it.
Nothing.
Horace's dreams provided no answers either, just things that had already happened that morning and of course, clothes. Soon it was time for reset, which went by as it always had before the two arrived. Alma sent the children to bed and tucked them in immediately after, then shut herself in her bedroom.
"Please come home, darling." Tears formed quickly in her eyes as she crossed her arms protectively over her chest and sat down on the bed. After sitting there for a while, lost in thought, she decided that she needed to get ready for bed so she took her hair down and changed into her form-fitting black button down night dress. Then she laid down, and felt cold loneliness seep into her bones. The bed felt empty now, she realized. Sleeping with Jenny in her arms felt whole, and she found herself missing the woman's warmth against her chest, her honey scent, the soft feeling of her slowed breathing in sync with her own. She promised herself she'd look for them again in the morning, as she tried desperately to drift off to sleep.
She failed. So she got up and sat at her vanity, running her hands through her loose hair and pulling open a drawer. Worried tears still tumbled slowly and silently down her face as she read a letter from Jenny that she had kept. She read it three times, then placed it carefully back into the drawer and stood again. Looking out the window she saw lights sparkling in the very far distance, and it reminded her vaguely of the joyous sparkle that always shone in Jenny's eyes.
Watching through the window, she thought she saw a star burning a little more brightly than the others. Was it a planet? She'd never really paid much attention to the stars, though they were admittedly quite beautiful and she had a lovely view of them.
"What are you doing up, my love?" Alma's still wet eyes widened as she whirled around with a breathless gasp, eyes falling on the woman standing in front of the closed door. She hadn't heard her come in. Jenny immediately noticed her wet face and approached her, quickly hiding a small box in her pocket. "Darling, are you alright? What happened?"
"What happened? Jennifer, you can't be serious." Alma stepped forward, a slight undertone of anger mixed into her shaky voice. Jenny was taken aback by the use of her full name, Alma had never called her that before. She didn't even know she knew it.
"Did Horace have a dream?"
"No, Miss Honey. You disappeared and were gone all day without a single word to anyone. Care to explain yourself? I was sitting here worried half to death, as were all of the children. We thought you and Matilda could have been kidnapped, or that-" She was cut off as Jenny stepped forward and kissed her deeply, hands cupping her jaw roughly and taking her by surprise. After a moment she kissed back, trying to express just how upset she was by the urgency with which she kissed her. When Jenny finally released Alma, she saw that her eyes were desperate as she searched Jenny's face. "I thought you had left me." She admitted, a tear slipping down her cheek, which Jenny quickly wiped away.
"I wouldn't leave you."
"Where the ever loving hell were you? Did you get hurt?" Alma grabbed Jenny's arms and examined them.
"No, I'm not hurt. I'm sorry, Alma. I didn't mean to worry you. I just had to take care of something in the present, and it took longer than expected."
"I wish you would have told me."
"I couldn't. I kind of wanted it to be a surprise." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the box, handing it to Alma. At Jenny's prompting she opened it and took a surprised breath. Inside was a set of stud earrings with dark blue sapphires embedded into them, as well as a small silver bird pendant on a chain. The bird had a sapphire that matched the earrings embedded into the chest. It appeared to be a falcon, but twisted out of intricate vines. Alma's heart melted and any traces anger she had left dissipated as she met Jenny's hopeful eyes.
"Happy birthday, bluebird."
"Jenny- this is beautiful. Thank you so much." She pulled out the necklace and examined it closer. "How did you know?"
"Millard told Matilda, who in turn told me. That's why we left. To go get this. I know your birthday's technically tomorrow, but I wasn't expecting you to be up when I got home. I was going to give it to you in the morning, but since you're awake anyways I figured this was a good time instead." She rested her hands on Alma's waist. "We were gone so long because your gift had to be perfect. Do you like it?"
"Jenny, I love it. I love it so much. Thank you." She leaned forward and kissed her, dropping the necklace carefully into the box and setting it on the vanity, using her now free hands to pull Jenny closer. "You scared me terribly though." She whispered against her lips.
"I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't mean to." Jenny wrapped her arms around Alma's waist apologetically. "Perhaps I can make it up to you..." She muttered and turned them so that her back was to the bed. She purposely fell backwards onto it so that Alma landed on top of her with a startled laugh.
"What do you mean, love?"
Jenny didn't respond, instead she just wrapped her legs around Alma's thighs. Alma took in a sharp breath and leaned down to kiss Jenny.
"Don't you dare leave me like that ever again." She growled, then connected their lips heatedly. Jenny whimpered into the kiss, digging her hands into Alma's hair and pulling her closer against her. The fierceness of the kiss was almost bruising, but it felt so good to both women. Alma bit down on Jenny's bottom lip, pulling at it and drawing a gasp from her, which she took advantage of by slipping her tongue into her mouth and battling Jenny's.
-this is where it gets more heated-
Alma brought her leg up- Although it was a bit difficult due to the position of Jenny's legs- and pressed her toned thigh between Jenny's just as the other woman had done to her last night. It drew a shaky moan from her as she tightened her grip in her hair and shifted her hips, gasping Alma's name desperately.
"You make such lovely sounds, my darling." Alma whispered, tracing Jenny's jaw with a nail.
"Please."
"Please what?"
"You know exactly what. I need you. Now." Jenny whined, scratching her shorter nails down Alma's back and earning a pleased shudder. Alma nodded quickly and placed her hands at the hem of Jenny's shirt but paused.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm ready." Jenny said firmly. There wasn't a shadow of a doubt behind her eyes now, only a haze of strong desire. Alma planted one last firm kiss against her lips and Jenny sat up to allow Alma to take her shirt off. This maneuver placed her in Alma's lap, straddling her similarly to how she had on the bench in the garden.
The raven haired woman swiftly took the shirt off over Jenny's head and threw it into a corner of the room, leaving her in just a simple black bra and her slacks. Alma wasted no time in scratching her nails down her bare stomach and sides and attaching her lips to Jenny's now exposed shoulder. She dragged her lips up the column of her neck, quickly locating the most sensitive point and sucking on it, without a doubt creating a darkly colored mark. As luck would have it, her sweet spot was pretty low and would be fairly easy to conceal. As Alma did this, face buried in her girlfriend's shoulder and neck, her hands found her waist. She dug her fingers into her hips as she shifted them over onto one leg and slowly started moving them back and forth, drawing a sharp inhale from Jenny as her head fell forward and rested on Alma's shoulder. She let a pleased whimper fall from her lips as Alma bit down on her collarbone, then smoothed her tongue over the mark to soothe the brief sting of pain.
"Keep going." She ordered as she removed her hands from Jenny's waist in favor of burying them in her hair.
"Fu-" Jenny was cut off by Alma tightening her grip in her hair and forcing her to look her in he face.
"Language, little bird." She said sternly, pressing her lips against Jenny's. Without a second of hesitation she kissed back, the heat in and just below her stomach growing as she did her best to continue moving her hips in the way Alma had. She wasn't doing too well at that, so Alma released her hands from her hair and brought them back down to rest on Jenny's waist and took over again. She leaned forward which forced Jenny back, giving free access to all of her exposed skin. She detached her lips from Jenny's and moved her mouth down to her chest, then to her stomach, and lined her waist with kisses. Her prominent hipbones were just visible above her pants and Alma nipped at them, which made Jenny shiver violently and pulled another moan from her throat. Jenny instinctively tried to move her hips faster but Alma's grip was too strong, and as she pulled away and sat up she examined Jenny's very flushed face. She was panting and her heart was racing, pupils dilated almost to the point there was no color but black left in her eyes.
"Oh, my petit oiseau. Are you wanting to go faster?" There was a teasing note in her voice. Jenny nodded vigorously but groaned as Alma slowed her already agonizing pace.
"Alma." She whined, grabbing her face and pulling her back down close to her own.
"No."
"Bluebird."
"Nope."
"Darling?"
"Nice try."
Jenny let out a frustrated huff and pouted, watching as a smirk pulled at Alma's mouth.
"Why not?" Jenny demanded, growing impatient.
"You don't get rewarded immediately after disappearing and scaring me." Alma slid her hands up the front of Jenny's body and reached her bra. She put her fingers just under the bottom of it, though not high enough to quite touch Jenny's chest, which drew another frustrated whimper from her. Her hands slipped around to the back and toyed with the clasp as she reveled in watching Jenny squirm impatiently.
"Please just take the damn thing off already." Jenny growled, her voice deep and husky, but was met with a sharp look from Alma and her nails digging into her back. "Please."
"Watch your mouth." She warned, bringing her lips next to her bra strap where she sucked another mark onto her skin.
Jenny clutched tightly onto the silky fabric of the chest of Alma's nightgown, needy and growing more desperate by the second. Finally she'd had enough of the relentless teasing and snapped, slamming Alma down onto the bed and straddling her hips.
"Enough torture." She tried to be commanding, but her voice wavered as soon as she saw the look of pure desire and pleasure written over Alma's entire face.
"But it's affecting you so nicely." She winked and earned a glower from Jenny. She took her hands and guided them to the first button of her own nightgown, chuckling at how Jenny's hands trembled slightly as they tried to undo the button. Finally she got it, and it popped open. She kept going, down the front of her body and purposely taking a little longer in two certain places. Finally she'd gotten all the buttons undone and nearly ripped the nightgown off, throwing it across the room and leaving Alma in just a bra and underwear. Alma automatically rested her hand on her upper stomach to hide her scar, but Jenny gently moved it and held onto it as she kissed the mark gently.
"You're so perfect." She whispered breathlessly, sitting back and thoroughly examining the pale woman under her. Alma flushed even more than she already was and tried to object, but was shushed immediately by Jenny.
The brunette leaned down and connected her lips to Alma's, though it was really just a peck before she moved down her jaw and neck, eventually landing right between her breasts and resting her chin there, looking up adoringly at the woman's face. Every kiss sent sparks flying through Alma's body and she swallowed roughly as Jenny planted a kiss and then ran her tongue over the spot where her chin had just been.
"Perfect." She mumbled again, then continued her path down.
She gave Alma's hipbones a slightly firmer kiss each, then stopped and sat up, gazing down at Alma who was watching her with a sort of hunger behind her eyes.
"There, now you know exactly how the teasing feels." Jenny huffed and pulled herself off of Alma, though she was immediately pushed down on the bed and felt the now familiar weight of the other ymbryne sitting on top of her.
"That was not nice, Jenny." She complained, examining her sharp black nails. There was a note of playfulness under her words, which let Jenny know she wasn't serious.
"Yeah well what you've been doing to me wasn't very nice either so..." Jenny mumbled, crossing her arms.
"I'm getting to it. But the more you act up, the longer you'll be waiting."
Jenny's eyes widened and she slammed her mouth shut, reaching up to touch Alma's face.
"I'll stop." She whispered.
"You promise?" Jenny nodded and Alma raised one eyebrow.
"Yes. I promise." Jenny realized that Alma wanted a verbal response, and the woman gazing down at her donned a feral, almost predatory grin.
Had it been anyone else looking at her like that, Jenny would have felt thoroughly terrified, being as timid as she was and always had been. But she wasn't afraid of Alma, or of the look on her face, in the slightest. Instead, she was strangely... Excited.
"Take them off." Alma requested quietly, her hands now playing with the waistband of Jenny's slacks.
Jenny eagerly did as she was asked, unbuttoning them and frowning when she realized that Alma would have to get off her in order to take them off. She did, raising her body up just enough so that Jenny could slip her pants off and toss them off the bed into some forgotten corner of the room. Instead of returning to straddling her, she rested her hips right between Jenny's legs.
"How late is it?" Jenny asked quietly, not wanting this to end.
"Darling, that doesn't matter. What I said to Matilda about our sleeping patterns was completely true. There are some advantages to being an ymbryne..." She trailed off with a suggestive smirk as she leaned down and brushed Jenny's lips with her own just briefly, drawing a frustrated whine from the woman.
She moved down and kissed her neck, finding her pulse point and sucking gently on it. Any thoughts of the marks being seen were forgotten, lost in a cloud of pleasure and desire. This one would be light though, she didn't want to hurt her sensitive pulse. Alma raked her teeth down Jenny's neck and found a nice spot on her shoulder, where she bit down suddenly and earned a surprised moan. Her hands wandered over Jenny's body, drawing small shivers whenever her nails dug in a little. Finally her hands reached her thighs and paused as Alma pulled back to examine Jenny's lower body.
"How can one woman be so beautiful..." She murmured, drawing a deep blush from Jenny.
"I'm not quite sure, perhaps you should ask yourself." She suggested, flipping the tables.
"This isn't about me." Alma argued, lowering herself down so her chin was resting just below Jenny's stomach, between her hipbones. She felt the rather soft material of Jenny's panties under her throat. Her hands moved around, caressing her thighs, and when they reached her inner thighs her hips suddenly bucked under Alma, who snatched her hands back stubbornly to avoid touching anything.
"Good?" Alma asked amusedly.
"You are such a tease." Jenny groaned, running her hands through Alma's hair.
"I know." She replied with a smirk, then lowered herself further and began leaving little kisses on Jenny's thighs, making her hips buck again. Just when she reached the insides of her thighs and Jenny's grip tightened in her hair in anticipation, she placed one last firm kiss on each thigh and pulled herself back up to Jenny's face.
"This is not fair." Jenny huffed, pulling Alma down so she was very close to her face.
"It's perfectly fair, petit oiseau."
Suddenly Jenny gasped as she felt Alma's thigh press right against where she needed her. She instinctively pushed her hips down, and was relieved when she didn't pull her leg away. Alma slipped her hands under Jenny's back and lifted her up just enough to unclasp her bra.
"Can I take this off?"
"Please." Jenny grinned, excited to finally be getting her way. Though she wouldn't say that, because she got the strong feeling that Alma wouldn't like it being put that way.
Alma took the black bra off and tossed it away, wasting no time in caressing and massaging Jenny's chest with her hands. Kneading, pulling, rubbing, everything made Jenny whimper and moan softly. She lowered her face to connect her lips to hers, and Jenny could have sworn her eyes rolled back in her head. This combination of everything that Alma was doing to her felt better than anything else she'd experienced in her entire life. She whimpered into Alma's mouth, feeling it pull into a small smile.
Suddenly Jenny's body felt icy cold as all of the contact that she had with Alma was taken away.
"No!" She gasped at the sudden loss of touch, scrambling up to look at the woman who was now sitting on the bed in front of her with a smug look on her face.
"Calm down, my Jenny. Lay back down, I'm not done." She said calmly, though her voice was still extremely deep and husky. She watched as Jenny swallowed and obeyed, then hooked two fingers under the waistband of her underwear. "Can I?" Jenny nodded quickly and Alma ripped them off her, grinning as Jenny's hips bucked slightly again at the close contact. Then Alma went to unclasp her own bra, but Jenny sat back up and reached out.
"Can I do it?" She asked, a hint of shyness in her voice.
"Of course." Alma scooted a little closer and Jenny reached around her, undoing her bra and gasping sharply, eyes glued to Alma's chest as she tugged the bra off and dropped it off the bed.
"You. Are. So. Beautiful." Each one of Jenny's words was emphasized by a kiss first to Alma's lips, then her neck, then her collarbone, then finally her chest.
Alma smiled at her and pulled her tightly against her body, pressing their lips together gently and lovingly. She felt the extremely fast beating of Jenny's heart and the quick rise and fall of her bare chest pressing against her own. She leaned her forehead against the brunette's and rested one hand on her bare waist, the other drawing little circles and figure eights on her thigh. Suddenly she pushed Jenny down on the bed again and laid beside her, hovering over her and peppering her body with kisses and tiny bruises. Jenny didn't realize what Alma was doing as she was so caught up in the sparks of pleasure that each kiss sent, until suddenly she felt Alma's hand pressed firmly between her legs. She gasped loudly and Alma put her free hand over Jenny's mouth.
"Hush now, Emma's room is right by mine. We wouldn't want anything to interrupt us, now would we?" She was now next to Jenny's ear, and as she finished her sentence she bit her earlobe gently. Jenny shook her head, unable to speak for two reasons.
For one, Alma's hand was still over her mouth.
And for two, Alma's other hand was still pressed between her legs, and it felt so good. She wasn't even sure she could form coherent sentences.
Her back arched up off the bed as Alma slowly started moving her fingers, careful to be gentle since it was Jenny's first time and she also knew that her nails were quite sharp and could easily hurt her.
"Is this alright, darling? Do I need to stop?" Alma asked as she removed her hand from over the other woman's mouth, met immediately with a wide eyed glare from Jenny.
"Don't... You dare." She managed to get out, though at the end she failed to suppress a low moan. Alma chuckled and continued her ministrations, massaging Jenny's chest with her other hand and kissing her slowly on the lips. Jenny's hands wandered over Alma's body and found her breasts, caressing them gently and causing the slightest stumble in Alma's pace. Jenny's breathing was becoming heavy and her hands fumbled quite a lot.
"Did I get you excited, my love?" Alma teased as her pace gradually quickened. Jenny scoffed and rolled her eyes but when she opened her mouth to speak, the moan that instantly flew past her lips betrayed her. "I'll take that as a yes." Alma smirked and swiped her thumbnail over Jenny's sweet spot, drawing a shocked moan.
With every second that Alma continued this, the heat in Jenny's stomach grew intensely, and by now it was almost unbearable, but it felt so good at the same time. Jenny had the basic education on this subject, but still she didn't know quite what this fiery knot in her midsection was.
"Please." She gasped.
"Please what? I need a little more than that, dear." Alma traced her stomach, enjoying how Jenny's muscles tensed with pleasure under her lightest touch.
"I- Don't know." She managed to say, then squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back, whimpering quietly.
"I do. Go ahead, let go when you can't do it anymore. You'll know naturally what to do." Alma said softly, increasing her pace a little more and rubbing circles with her thumb. Suddenly she felt all of Jenny's muscles tense and her entire body shook as she let out the loudest moan that she had yet, which Alma clamped her free hand over Jenny's mouth just in time to mostly muffle. The knot in her stomach snapped and Jenny's legs shook as her body relaxed into Alma's arms, and the other woman slowed her pace and eventually stopped, removing her hand and cleaning it off.
"My darling. You did so good." She whispered, pulling Jenny into her and stroking her hair with the hand that had previously been over Jenny's mouth.
Jenny couldn't speak, she was too shocked from what had just happened. The feeling of heated pleasure shooting through her entire body still rang through her muscles as Alma pulled her against her body. Her legs shook and she weakly lifted an arm to wrap around Alma's waist, placing a gentle kiss on her neck, where she then nuzzled her face and tried to get her breathing and heart rate back in order.
"I don't quite know what that was, but it was the best physical feeling I've ever experienced." She said softly, muffled by Alma's shoulder.
"You reached your high, my Jenny." Alma continued stroking her hair with a smile.
"It was incredible." She lifted her head and grinned at Alma, she smiled back and nodded.
-okay its more chill now-
"Come, let's get you in the shower. I'll take care of you."
"No, it's your turn, bluebird." She protested, attempting to sit up, but she was pulled back down by Alma, who hesitated and shook her head gently.
"You need a bit of time to recover." Jenny knew that wasn't all. She could see there was something else behind Alma's eyes, behind the sweet smile she was giving her, but she didn't push it for fear of hurting her. So she allowed Alma to pick her up out of the bed bridal style, but not without protesting that she could indeed walk by herself. Alma dismissed this and carried her to the bathroom, where she stood her up. Jenny leaned slightly against Alma because her legs were still a little weak, but mostly stood on her own, though Alma's supportive hands barely left her for a second. They only left her to remove her own underwear (Earning a red faced stare from Jenny and a smirk from Alma) and to turn on the water, and when she deemed it the right temperature she helped Jenny into the shower. Standing behind her, she waited as she drenched her hair, then when it was thoroughly soaked she got a bottle of shampoo off a shelf.
"Is this okay? Do you need a different kind?" Alma asked, holding it in front so Jenny could see.
"Is this what you use?" Alma nodded when Jenny turned to look at her. "It's perfectly fine, then." She loved the idea of smelling similar to Alma. True, she wouldn't have the signature vanilla smoke scent, but she'd have part of it.
Alma kissed Jenny's jaw as she turned her back around and collected her hair in her hands, running her fingers through it and distributing the shampoo. She scratched Jenny's scalp gently and kissed her temple as she washed her hair, getting a smile from the brunette who leaned into her touch. Once she had shampooed and conditioned Jenny's hair, she started washing her body gently, wrapping her arms around Jenny's waist and setting her chin on her shoulder to reach her front.
"This is so nice." Jenny breathed, and Alma nodded with a blissful smile of her own as she finished washing Jenny's body. "Your turn." Jenny grinned and spun to face Alma, stealing the soapy cloth from her hands and starting to softly scrub her body with it.
"I'm the one taking care of you, darling." Alma protested, but Jenny put a finger on her lips.
"I'm returning your favor." She said firmly, wrapping her arms around Alma and kissing her cheek. She finished with her body and reached behind Alma, grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting a bit into her hand and getting to work next on her hair. "Have I ever told you how much I love your hair?" Jenny asked playfully, massaging the shampoo into Alma's scalp.
"Hm, I don't think you have." She laughed lightly as she put her arms around Jenny.
"Well, I love your hair. Also," Jenny tipped Alma's head up slightly, as they were both barefoot and so she was about an inch shorter, "You're short."
"I am not." Alma huffed, lifting onto the balls of her feet so she was taller once again.
"Yes, you are. Perhaps petit oiseau should be your name, not mine." Jenny lifted up too and smirked.
"Absolutely not."
"Petit oiseau." She said in a sing-song voice, earning a glare from Alma. "Oh, you know you love me, Alma."
Alma sighed and wrapped her arms around Jenny, kissing the tip of her nose.
"I can't argue. I love you so much." She whispered in her ear, closing her eyes and hugging tighter. They stayed like that for a few more minutes, just enjoying the warm water and the feeling of each other. Jenny's hands played gently with Alma's soaked hair as Alma's hands rubbed Jenny's back.
"Are you really mine?" Jenny asked quietly after a few minutes.
"Yes. By the birds, yes." Alma pulled her closer and kissed her cheek.
"That's an interesting phrase. I like it. I had never heard it before meeting you all." Jenny mused.
"Peculiars usually say birds instead of god or anything like that, considering we all have different beliefs and many of us don't at all. It's just a neutral ground." She explained as Jenny nodded in understanding. She looked so pretty, Alma couldn't help but stare and finally kiss her cheek, which grew a pink tinge instantly.
Apparently Jenny had other ideas though as she quickly grabbed Alma's chin and kissed her on the lips, backing her into the wall of the shower.
"What are you doing, darling?" Alma laughed out, hands falling to rest on the other ymbryne's waist.
"I can't get enough of you." She whispered, kissing her gently, though she deepened it quickly.
Alma took in a surprised breath and kissed back, hands sliding up Jenny's body to tangle in her short hair. Their bare bodies were molded perfectly together, as if they were originally made as one and split apart before their creation. The water was beginning to cool off and Alma pulled her mouth away to speak.
"We should go to bed now. It's definitely incredibly late." Jenny pouted and Alma raised an eyebrow.
"Fine." She pulled herself off the other woman and turned the water off, pulling the shower curtain back and looking around. "We forgot our clothes, didn't we?" She giggled and Alma nodded.
"There were more pressing matters than grabbing our clothes." She shrugged, which Jenny giggled at. It seemed so out of character for her.
"It's fine. We can collect them when we go out. Though they're probably everywhere..." She said sheepishly, though thinking of what had happened earlier made her grin and blush. Alma nodded again and handed Jenny a towel, grabbing one for herself and drying off quickly.
Once they had dried off and collected their clothes off of the bedroom floor, Alma put her nightgown back on and Jenny just folded her clothes and put them away, picking out a set of pajamas and putting those on instead. Alma climbed into bed on one side, Jenny on the other. She watched as Alma got settled in and the instant she opened her arms, Jenny slid over into them.
"Goodnight Alma. I love you." The second part was whispered, and muffled by the fact that Jenny now had her face burrowed in Alma's shoulder.
"Goodnight my Jenny. I love you too."
She kissed Jenny's forehead and with that, the two fell into a comfortable and undisturbed sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.