Heavy is the Head

XII

Fantasia was pouting. Usually when she pouted she got everything she wanted, but this time no amount of pouting would fix the situation. After a blissful month and a half of the princesses being hip to hip, it was time for them to spend time apart. Fantasia, ever the clingy one, was not happy about their separation.

Fantasia ignored the blare of the alarm, not wanting to get the day started. After breakfast her mother, and the rest of the queens, would be visiting their daughters, attending their morning classes with them, then at lunch taking their princesses back to their kingdoms for the weekend. Fantasia was excited to see her mother, and she wanted nothing more than to spend the day with her, but that was because she would still have Taraji with her at all times. Them having to go back to their kingdoms for the weekend was the part Fantasia wasn't happy with. From the day that they met Fantasia and Taraji had never spent a day apart. Even hours or afternoons without each other felt like a big feat for them; Fantasia didn't know how she was going to make it through the weekend.

"Baby," Taraji's voice sounded from the other side of Fantasia's door as she knocked. Taraji opened the door to find Fantasia still under the covers. "It's time to get up for breakfast. C'mon." Taraji stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She climbed onto the bed against her better judgments and kissed Fantasia on her cheek.

"Don't make me leave you. I don't want to," Fantasia pleaded, snuggling into Taraji. Taraji was feeling the same dread, but she knew she had to be strong for the both of them. She laughed in the back of her mind at them acting like lovesick puppies, but she found herself not caring too much, knowing that she was in love.

"We have to, pretty." Fantasia didn't like the sound of that, rolling on top of Taraji and pinning her to the bed.

"No." Fantasia kissed Taraji's lips, all the sadness and tension leaving her the moment their lips touched. Taraji let out a small moan, lifting her hips and switching their position and settling herself between Fatasia's legs.

"We've gotta get up for breakfast, pretty," Taraji said between kisses, finding that she was starting to care a little less that they were on time for the meal. Fantasia shook her head slightly, shifting them again to where they were halfway on their side, Fantasia still laying underneath Taraji.

"In a little bit. We're not going to see each other until Sunday night. Imma miss you," Fantasia whined. Taraji's heart melted and tinged with sadness. Taraji nodded, connecting their lips again, putting one of her legs on the other side of Fantasia's to allow them to be more comfortable. Taraji didn't realize just what she had done until she felt a warmth on her thigh. They had never been in this position, but it didn't seem to faze Fantasia, so Taraji just kept going.

Fantasia's mind was swimming at the feel of Taraji's thigh pressed where it was. Fantasia wasn't as dumb as she was presumed to be. She now knew- thanks to an oversharing session with Danielle - that when she got hot between her legs, that it was the 'urge" that her mother had told her about. Fantasia found herself getting hotter and hotter the more she was around Taraji, but she knew that she wasn't ready for sex and she wasn't sure where Taraji sat on the subject. What she did know was that the pressure of Taraji's thigh was both calming the urge and making it worse. When Taraji shifted slightly, changing the angle of their kiss, Fantasia thought her head was going to explode, as she had felt herself rub against Taraji's thigh. The sensation took her breath away and she wanted to do it again. Fantasia moaned, bucking her hips ever so slightly to feel it again. Taraji bit Fantasia's bottom lip, snaking one of her hands under Fantasia's shirt up the back. Fantasia let it happen, enjoying everything as it was coming to her. She trusted Taraji to not do anything that would hurt either of them so she surrendered herself to Taraji and the things she was making her feel.