Descubrimientos (Faye Yoko)

Part 9

Hello! How are you? Well, this chapter is a bit spicy. Just a warning.

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Upon arriving at Faye's house, Maria greeted them with a warm smile. "Lunch is ready," she said in a welcoming tone. Faye was grateful; her home was always a haven of warmth.

After taking a refreshing bath, the two descended into the kitchen in their pajamas. Lunch was quiet, the silence filled with an unspoken understanding between them. Finally, Yoko, after a moment of reflection, broke the silence: "Did you work everything out with Ling?" Her voice was tinged with genuine concern, the voice of someone who cared deeply.

"Yes, you don't have to worry about it. Everything is in order," Faye replied, patting Yoko's hand reassuringly.

After finishing, the intensity of the day finally took hold of Faye. "I'm going to lie down for a while, will you join me?" she asked, her eyes filled with a weariness that was both an invitation to vulnerability and connection.

"Yes," Yoko replied, pouting mischievously that made Faye smile, lighting up her face.

This time, Yoko dared to climb into bed next to Faye, the soft duvet crinkling under her weight as she slid towards her. Her arms found their way around Faye's body with an almost reverential tenderness. The contact was still new to both of them, like a gentle electric current running through their bodies, mixing excitement with flashes of nervousness that made their hands tremble slightly. Faye wrapped her arms around her, and Yoko smiled, her eyes shining with an innocence that belied the intimate moment, like stars in a night sky.

"What's wrong?" Yoko murmured, her voice barely a whisper that floated through the air like a feather, revealing the vulnerability that was throbbing in her chest at that moment.

"It still seems surreal to me, you being here with me," Faye confessed, leaning toward Yoko with deliberately slow movements. Her lips met hers in a fleeting but meaningful kiss, like a whispered promise. There was such intimacy in that simplicity that the air seemed charged with electricity.

"Me too," Yoko replied, a warm blush spreading across her face like a sunrise. She settled against Faye's neck, where the skin was softest and warmest. The scent she emanated was a delicate mix of vanilla and something indefinably unique, a perfume that evoked security and tenderness, like a hug translated into fragrance. "You smell so good," she sighed, her voice tinged with dreaminess.

Faye couldn't help but smile as she felt the tickle of Yoko's caresses, as light as the flutter of a butterfly's wings. Yoko's natural innocence contrasted fascinatingly with Faye's experience.

Suddenly, Yoko began kissing Faye's neck with an almost painful gentleness. Each kiss was like a drop of warm water on sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. A small gasp of surprise escaped Faye's lips, mixed with a restrained sigh. "Yoko, that's sweet torture you're doing right now," she whispered as she gently bit her bottom lip, struggling to maintain control.

Yoko quickly pulled away, her wide, worried eyes reflecting the dim light of the room. "You don't like it?" she asked, her voice tinged with insecurity and a hint of fear, as if she had crossed an invisible line.

Seeing the sweetness and bewilderment painted on her face like a vulnerable canvas, Faye took her face in her hands, her fingers gently caressing her cheeks. "Yes, I do, darling, it's just... I need you to understand me." With those words, she slid her lips towards Yoko's, kissing her deeply for the first time, as if she wanted to convey in that kiss everything that words could not express. She delicately explored every corner, mapping out a map of new sensations that needed to be discovered for the first time.