Night Like That (rewritten)

eleven

Sensibility behooved Chastity.

The idea had been to have a very firm and grounded talk. She needed to establish a form of normalcy between the two of them but then she'd gone and asked to ride her face. Cursed were her hormones - she hated how they would take over whenever and that somehow they seemed only to listen to Ivy. Or, she idealized, it wasn't only Ivy they were listening to but they were also in cahoots with all the alcohol inside her and maybe she could still salvage all that remained - later, anyway.

Her hand was firmly in Ivy's as they made for the bedroom. It was not far yet it felt like it was taking an eternity to get there. She wanted to suggest they run for it but she didn't want to come off as too eager - which was saying something because she was the naked one of the two and the only one who'd come. 

"Let me do something for you," she finally said as Ivy opened the door to her room. She would have much preferred if they had gone on to properly fornicate in her temporary abode but alas, beggers and choosers cannot be of the same thread. 

"Do what?" Ivy asked as she shut the door after her, pushing her against the door and kissing her first with desperation then with savour. Chastity was becoming a fiend for Ivy's lips, for her kisses. Her kisses were often just as unpredictable as Ivy herself and this exited her beyond reason. 

But she couldn't just drown in her, it would have been great if they could drown in each other. She wanted her to lose control as much as she had. Maybe then she would stop feeling as though the see-saw had shifted and she was on the side she didn't much care for. It took just about every ounce of self-control to push away from the kiss when Chastity said, "Make you come. Get you naked. Feel you."

Ivy stopped, smirked and took a step back. "And you can do that?" she asked, right hand against the door, next to Chastity's cheek. She was not all that tall yet at that moment, Ivy felt deceptively bigger than Chastity. 

She straightened her back and tried for a touch of modicum despite being utterly naked. "Yes, I can. I know how to do these things, you know."

Ivy pulled away, raising her hands as though in surrender. "Sure, sure. I have not said otherwise. Just confirming. It's good to establish lines of communication during sex."

"Hush," Chastity said with a smile then reached for her, pulling her in for another kiss.

For all the courage she had put into her talk, she truly was not sure what she was supposed to do. Kissing was fine, she could do it. She had done it enough times to know how to do it well and do it good and judging from the sounds both of them were making, she was fairly certain she was doing it right. What she was not so sure about was how to make her feel just as good as she had her. Do it all the while being completely and utterly confident. 

While she had had her dalliances about, she had never had to dalliance with a friend so she'd never felt the pressure to be good at it. She just went by instinct and when she felt all lost in the throws of lust, asked for clarification on what to do. But it was Ivy and she was the older of the two and she was supposed to make her friend feel good from the get-go. 

Ivy pulled away from her, abruptly breaking her internal spiral. "Much as I enjoy kissing - and we can do it through the night if you want - I want to experience this thing you are very confident about," she said with a smile. "I am genuinely curious."

"O-okay," she answered, pulling her shoulders back and popping her chin up. "To the bed and take off your clothes."

"Yes, madam." Ivy gave her a salute and made it to the bed while simultaneously removing her clothes. 

Chastity was not sure how to calm herself down. How to proceed after said instructions. Could she just copy her and hope for the best? Facing the bed, Ivy was down to her underwear, resting on her elbows, looking at her inquisitively. She swallowed. She could totally do it. All she had to do was get there and it would come to her like instinct. Besides, Ivy was the kind of girl who could inspire lust out of someone in a very primal way, she figured.

"Everything," she said, resolved.

Ivy chuckled. "I was hoping you'd do me the honours but alright." She shimmed out of them, throwing them casually to the floor, returning her gaze to her, expectant and hopeful. 

She walked to the bed, heart pounding, voices screaming in her head. Reaching the foot of the thing, she pulled Ivy to her and bent down to kiss her. Instinct, she thought, was going to kick in right there and then and she was going to have her scream like she'd done in the living room.  

Kissing Ivy was a lustful and comforting thing, regardless of the kind of kiss they shared. It was something she could attest to being magical. She also wondered how many people could say that of her friend but she brushed the thought away. She needn't add to the performance anxiety. Playing with jealousy was not something that would help inspire instinct out of her. 

She pushed her down, following after her. Ivy's hand reached for her waist then slid to her ass, pulling her even more on top than before. She slapped the one hand away. "Patience," she said into the kiss and Ivy chuckled but followed her instructions, not pushing for more but not dropping her hands either. 

She broke from the kiss, placing a peck on her cheek, then another on her neck and another on her collarbone. She was sure this was how Ivy had moved. Chastity had never been one for hickeys and even less for giving them but Ivy had placed one on her collarbone - she was sure. So, she had to place one as well. Only, how hard was she supposed to bite?

"Ouch," Ivy said, half laughing and half in slight pain. "I think if you do it with less force, it's going to happen."

"Oh," Chastity said, pulling away. She had been too excited. Used too much teeth. She was terrible at it. She could not do it anymore. She could not go on embarrassing herself like that. What had she even been thinking? That she was suddenly going to be so good at it Ivy will think about it for as long as she lived? That she would suddenly become super taken by her?

She fully pulled away from her, stepping off the bed, looking cautiously at the scene before her. Ivy was as pretty as ever, her braids splayed across the bed like some sort of siren. She was pretty yes but pretty in the way a test that knew it was too smart for you would have been. A test, Chastity thought, was designed exclusively to make her fail. 

Ivy was too much woman for her to handle and the fact that she had entertained the idea, no, suggested it in fact, showed just how stupid she was. 

"We should stop," she said, finally coming back to her senses.

The joy that had been dissipated quickly, and Ivy pulled herself up to a sitting position. "What?" she asked.

"We should stop while we still can. There is no reason for us to blur lines like this. Anyway, do you want to go back to how awkward things were before? I don't want you to avoid me like you have been of late and if we do the exact same thing that brought this problem in the first place, would we move forward?" 

"Chas-"

"Good night," she said with finality, rushing out of the bedroom and shutting the door with more force than had been necessary. 

She had handled that badly. Worst still, she had been an utter prick about it. 

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lmao, I am a four hours late in the upload but I had genuinely forgotten to schedule it because I am depresso. This might not happen again. See you Wednesday!