Secrecy (Hosie)

Part 83: Discretion

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Back at their hotel, the group separates into two rooms.

Hope, Josie, Lizzie, and Cleo go to one room, while Alaric, MG, and Clarke go to another.

After their showers, Lizzie and Cleo practically pass out as soon as their heads hit their pillows, while Hope and Josie lay in comfortable silence, with Josie cuddled into her girlfriend's side, absentmindedly drawing incoherent shapes on Hope's abdomen underneath the material of her shirt, her leg draped between Hope's.

Hope still remains somewhat weary and weak after being drained of excessive amounts of blood, but her body is recovering steadily.

Eventually, Josie becomes hyperaware of how indecently high and dangerously low her hands travel along Hope's midsection, especially when she consciously grazes Hope's breasts beneath her shirt.

Hope obviously doesn't mind being touched by her girlfriend, she only relaxes further into her.

Until Josie lingers there, soaking up the feeling of her soft skin.

Hope can feel Josie tilting her head slightly as she studies Hope's expression.

So Hope tilts her own head to meet her gaze, and just as she does, Josie leans in slowly to leave a soft kiss on her lips.

When they pull away, Josie reconnects their intense gaze, as she slowly and softly slides her hand downward from Hope's breast, across her stomach, barely dipping below the waistband of her shorts and panties.

Hope releases an almost inaudible, breathy whisper, "Josie..."

The brunette knows it's a warning for the boundary she's about to cross, the risk of getting caught in the act is a high probability with the two other occupants in their room.

Josie glances over her shoulder to the other bed, observing the two girls both in a deep sleep, each facing the other direction.

She turns back to Hope, leaving the softest kiss to her shoulder before pushing lower, becoming breathless herself when she grazes Hope's clit in a feather like motion.

Hope lets out a small sigh, closing her eyes at the faint touch.

Josie could very possibly remain content by simply touching the auburn haired girl.

She circles Hope's clit slowly as Hope runs her own fingers through the strands of hair framing Josie's face, goosebumps rising all across her skin.

She knows Josie could never keep quiet enough for the roles to be reversed, if history is any indication.
But she's more than willing to accept the challenge herself.

Hope brings their lips together as she feels Josie's fingers dip lower, trying to keep herself from making a sound as she feels two fingers immediately push past her entrance to bury themselves in her center.

But Josie teases, pulling her fingers back out almost immediately and returning to her bundle of nerves.

Josie's own breathing is labored as she separates their lips to get a slightly moonlit view of her endearing girlfriend.

Hope showers her with soft touches and loving, longing looks, as she tries to keep her own breath steady and quiet. Josie can barely hear the small gusts of air escaping Hope's lips, but she's effectively mesmerized by the shallow breaths nonetheless.

Josie can't help herself, leaning in to leave various kisses, on the corner of Hope's lips, her chin, her jaw, her lips again, only to lean back again to enjoy more of the view, now seeing a hint of gold amidst the ocean blue in her eyes.

The glow entices her more, dipping her fingers lower once again through slick folds and pushing through Hope's entrance with an added digit, curling them once they're buried deep.

Hope has to tug at her lip harshly. She roughly grabs Josie's ass, eliciting a gasp from the brunette, which is luckily muffled by Hope as she quickly reconnects their lips in a passionate kiss.

Josie eventually disconnects their lips, resting her forehead against Hope's, her own chest rising and falling as harshly as the Tribrid's.

She continues her fingering motions while adding her thumb to circle Hope's clit continuously.

Hope's fingertips press into her girlfriend as she buries her head into Josie's neck, whispering lowly, "Fuck Jo.."

Josie reluctantly offers, "Do you want me to stop?"

Hope's grip tightens on Josie as she declines, "No, don't stop, I'm so close..."

If Josie were standing, she's positive her knees would've buckled at the Tribrid's breathy, pleading words. A shiver makes its way up her spine, goosebumps rising across her skin.

Hope ends up retracting her grip from Josie, instead opting to grip at the bedsheets as not to hurt her.

Josie whispers close to Hope's ear a soft, "I love you..."

Hope is certain if she bites her lip any harder, she'll draw blood, and she definitely doesn't trust herself enough to open her mouth to respond at the moment, which Josie picks up on.

With the way Hope's body vibrates, her grip on the sheets, her labored breathing, her walls tight around Josie's three digits, she knows Hope is mere seconds away from coming undone.

So, for that last push over the edge, Josie whispers lowly again, "Come for me, baby."

And Hope eagerly complies, letting out a muffled gasp of air as her walls unclench, coating Josie's hand as her body shakes.

Josie continues light ministrations, helping Hope ride out her high, using her free hand to soothingly run her fingers through Hope's auburn hair, allowing Hope time to steady her breathing.

When she feels Hope is finally relaxing, she pulls out her fingers, earning a small whimper from the Tribrid as she pulls away just enough to look Josie in the eyes, as Josie is bringing her hand up to her mouth, cleaning the wetness from her fingers and humming approvingly at the familiar taste.

She brings her lips to Hope's, immediately inserting her tongue into her mouth so that Hope can taste herself, earning yet another quiet whimper from the auburn haired girl.

She doesn't hurry to separate from the kiss, letting the feeling of Hope's tongue on her own linger.

But they eventually separate for air, and Josie siphons a small amount of magic from Hope, casting a spell to shed them of any evidence of their illicit entanglement.

She's surprised and grateful they were able to go unnoticed. There was never a stir from the other side of the room.

The couple quickly get comfortable and entangled in each other's limbs, letting their bodies relax and hopefully getting to sleep momentarily, with a soft delayed response finally coming from Hope, "I love you too."

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Note: Consider this the calm before the storm...

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