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Muriel x Y/N: First

"Y/N? I know I said I wouldn't be back until tomorrow but-"

"M-Muriel!"

He had left with Asra a few days ago, Asra had needed help finding certain herbs that Muriel was more familiar with. Plus, Muriel could carry more than Asra. Living with Muriel had been nice, now that the Lucio situation was over and done with; we were able to fall into a pretty comfortable and peaceful routine. We spent most of our time together, which meant that whatever...urges we had, would have only a few situations in which they could be handled privately. We haven't done more than kissing, our hands never slipping beneath clothes no matter how we gripped each other. Given that I had been led to believe that I would have the weekend to myself for the first time in a long time, I felt it was the perfect time to finally find release. I don't remember my life before my death, so I'm not sure what I have in the name of experience when it comes to sex. I rarely masturbated while living with Asra, I didn't get turned on much at all and when I did it was usually because I accidentally got into a spilt potion a costumer failed to mention before I went and tried cleaning it up without knowing what exactly it was. The fact that so much had happened lately, I hadn't had the time to touch myself even when I wanted to. Muriel being gone meant that I was free to do that; or so I thought. This made my current situation particularly embarrassing.

I had done all the work that needed to be done around the hut and outside area for the entire weekend so that I would have plenty of time to take my time with myself. Naked and spread wide on top of the blanket of furs that covered the bed Muriel and I shared, I had just slid two fingers inside me; curling them seconds before I heard Muriel speak.

"I- uh, what-?" Failing to put together a sentence, Muriel quickly threw his head back and starred at the ceiling while using his back to quickly shut our front door before clumsily locking it behind him.

"I-Im so sorry!" Hoping my whine was quiet enough to go unnoticed, I removed my fingers from myself before rapidly pulling our blankets over me. "Its safe to look now..."

"Should I leave?" Even though Muriel had quit starring at the ceiling, he didn't look at me. Just quickly busied himself with putting away his things from his trip with Asra, face the brightest it'd ever been.

"No, you don't have to...I...I was thinking of you the whole time." Pretty sure that my face was as red as his, confessing this wouldn't make me any redder. And I don't want him to think that I have to think of someone else to do this.

"What?" Momentarily forgetting his mortification, Muriel spun to face me with pure surprise on his face.

"I...I can't get off unless I think about you."

"I...me too. I-I mean, not me thinking about me. I mean me thinking about you." Eyes glued to his now bare feet, he shuffled just a hair closer to me.

"Will you...Do you want to touch me?"

If he were eating or drinking anything, he definitely would've choked. Of course, he did sound like he choked on air for a moment. Seemingly at a loss for words, he made an attempt to clear his throat before giving one jerk of a nod.

"You can. You can touch me, Muriel. I want you to touch me." Excited just from the idea of him touching me, even more so by the fact that I now knew he wanted to touch me. Seeing him still standing across the room from me, I pulled a hand out from under the blankets and patted the bed. My other hand was still holding the blankets to my chest.

Remaining silent but thankfully moving, Muriel took a few slow steps over to the bed before stiffly sitting down. It was adorable, his cheeks flushed and his hands twisting in his lap; but that's not where his hands were needed. I watched his reaction as I finally dropped the blankets to expose my breasts. The sound of fabric moving made him stiffen even more, if that's possible. Moving slowly so I could give him time to pull away, I carefully took his hand and moved to place it on one of my breasts. I was watching him carefully, slowly maneuvering his hand until he was cupping a breast and I was able to guide his thumb to my nipple.