SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

Honeymoon (smut) - Cast

TW: Millie forces public sex, they're on a beach, they're cute together

It was the first day of Millie and Aimie's honeymoon, and they knew exactly what they wanted and how they wanted it. Well, Millie did, and she coaxed Aimie into it.

"Aimie..."

"Yeah?" Aimie turned to Millie, who was still gazing at the stars. They were lying on a sandy beach, alone to be with themselves, and they were enjoying every moment.

"I want you."

"Baby, you have me. You have me all to yourself."

"I know, but I want you now."

Aimie hooked on, sighing.

"Millie we can't. Not here at least," Aimie reasoned, stroking Millie's bosom over her top.

"No one will see..."

 "You can't be sure. Plus we're both women. Anything dangerous can happen."

"Like what? We're strong."

 "Millie, you're almost a child."

 "I'm in my twenties, not a child, and it's 2 am. No pedo would come out to the beach for such reasons. Please, Aimie?"

Aimie herself was drenched, and she herself had many sexual thoughts in mind, but she couldn't let her desire for pleasure take over her sense of security, as well as Millie's.

"We can do so at the hotel," Aimie said sternly, but Millie groaned.

"I need you. Now."

"You can wait fifteen minutes."

"No, no I can't."

"And why's that?"

Millie squeezed her eyes shut, running her hand over her torso, before sliding it under her skirt. Aimie watched as her skirt rose and fell from her hand movements, Millie moaning lightly next to her. It was hot, she had to agree, but only now did it dawn on her that Millie was seriously frustrated. It was something which Aimie learned to get accustomed to, but unfortunately, she still wasn't too familiar with it. Millie had sudden bouts of sexual urge, and it was difficult to contain. She tried her best, but Millie explained to her that the pain and throbbing were too powerful and sudden. Aimie suggested that she seek sex therapy, but Millie argued that it didn't happen enough times to make it a serious issue.

"Oh..." Aimie whispered, now fully resting on her side, watching Millie touch herself delicately, light moans and gasps releasing from her mouth.

"I'm sorry baby. I didn't realise," Aimie apologised, moving forward to be closer to Millie, but she didn't receive a reply.

Aimie brushed her hand over Millie's full chest, massaging her as her body arched and fell, gently wriggling at the pleasure. She snuck her hand under her skirt too, moving Millie's hand gently and replacing it with her own.

"Just relax," she whispered, massaging Millie who was restless. She knew Millie wasn't into penetration, so she avoided reaching further below her. All she wanted was to see her wife happy and not frustrated with herself.

It wasn't long before Millie hit her high, purely from the consistent circles being drawn on her clit by the love of her life. She moaned louder than before, muttering something which sounded either like "there" or "I love you" (Aimie couldn't tell), as Aimie brought Millie down from her high.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise," Aimie apologised, still rubbing Millie to calm her.

"Don't worry, I didn't expect you to understand. We're still learning."

Aimie kissed Millie tenderly, sitting up with her bottle of water, and pulling Millie's underwear to the side.

"What are you doing?"

"There's sand everywhere. It's not good for your skin, and especially not inside you." Aimie poured the fresh water down Millie's area to rinse the sand off her.

"Thank you. I didn't see that."

"That's why I'm here," Aimie giggled, lying back down and letting Millie curl up in her arms, kissing her cheek.

"Thank you."

"You're my wife?"

"I know, I keep forgetting!"