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you're beautiful || chaelisa ⚠️🔞⚠️

Lisa has beheld many beautiful sights in her lifetime. She has watched the trees turn red and orange in autumn. She has watched golden sunlight dance atop the ocean at midday. She has looked up at the night sky and wondered at the stars, at the sheer vastness of it all.

None of those sights can compare to the beauty spread before her.

Chaeyoung's bare skin looks tawny by lamplight, with dips of purple shadow painted across: in the hollow of her throat, beneath her heavy breasts, at the generous curve of her thighs. Those same thighs shimmer with trails of wetness, and Lisa still can't quite believe she has permission to touch something so beautiful. That she is the cause of something so beautiful.

The first time Lisa had seen Chaeyoung without her clothes, she was terrified. But sometimes, her hands still tremble when she touches Chaeyoung, just like they did then.

It's embarrassing. She feels silly, staring at Chaeyoung's bare body as though it's a work of art, struck dumb by something she has seen countless times before. But Chaeyoung never seems to mind. She doesn't mind now, as she caresses Lisa's cheek with a tender palm.

"You're beautiful," Chaeyoung murmurs. Obvious words, but ones Lisa struggles to say herself, simply because forming any kind of worthy speech seems impossible where Chaeyoung is concerned. When her words desert her like this, there is only one thing to do. She coils an arm around Chaeyoung's waist, tipping her back onto the bed.

As she stretches over Chaeyoung's body, Lisa gives herself the gift of time. There is no reason to rush this re-learning. She can caress Chaeyoung's shoulders, trace old scars, and cherish every curve for as long as she wants - or, at least, for as long as Chaeyoung will let her.

Lisa fills her hands with Chaeyoung's breasts, gently at first, only squeezing firmly when Chaeyoung's moans urge her to apply more pressure. Chaeyoung's nipples are thick and pink, the perfect size for pulling into her mouth. She does so, swirling her tongue over and around, enjoying the way Chaeyoung pants beneath her.

Then there is Chaeyoung's stomach. Smooth, warm, it's perfect for running her hands over. It makes her feel so soft, so yielding to every touch, exactly the opposite of her personality. Lisa wouldn't have her any other way.

Chaeyoung's hips are just as wonderful. Wide, blossoming, they are exactly the right size for Lisa to hold. Her fingers leave indents when she presses in, still gently - and Chaeyoung likes when she presses in, because she whines and tilts her pelvis, searching for some kind of contact.

Lisa slides her knee between Chaeyoung's open thighs. Chaeyoung's legs are breathtaking, with a surprising amount of muscle hidden beneath the plush coating of flesh. They feel so good curled around her waist, or kneeling on either side of her face.

This time, though, Lisa presses up with her thigh. Chaeyoung bucks against her offering, covering her skin in a warm stripe of wetness. She's more than ready, but Lisa isn't. Chaeyoung's beauty has her feeling all fuzzy, and it's difficult to concentrate, to pick one spot to focus her attention.

Her hands wander here and there, stroking and squeezing, brushing and teasing. Worshipping. She would wrap Chaeyoung's whole body within hers if she could, to keep forever. Sometimes, the fact that they can't share a skin is maddening. Cuddling underneath the bedfurs is lovely, but it only goes so far to sate her longing.

"Lis," Chaeyoung says, in a husky voice tells Lisa she's losing patience. "Touch me." She rocks her hips again, smearing more wetness above Lisa's knee.

For Chaeyoung, Lisa will do anything, even pick up her luxurious pace. She draws Chaeyoung's other, neglected nipple into her mouth and slides her hands down to her lover's rear, groping both cheeks. They're so round, so pliant, and they overflow her palms. She sighs with happiness around the stiffened peak in her mouth, kneading to her heart's content.

Chaeyoung begins a slow grind against her leg, one which Lisa aids to the best of her ability. Each low, shuddering breath Chaeyoung takes is a promise of pleasures to come, and never has Lisa heard a more beautiful noise... except, perhaps, when Chaeyoung screams her name.

It's in hopes of hearing that sound that Lisa removes one of her hands from Chaeyoung's backside - only one, because she can't bear to detach the other - and cups it between her legs. Using her thigh for leverage, she slips her middle finger inside, knowing Chaeyoung is more than ready.

Chaeyoung tenses. Gasps. Quivers. Her walls clamp down, and Lexa curls her finger forward, probing at the puffy spot that always causes Chaeyoung's undoing. When Chaeyoung moans, "More," she adds her fourth finger as well, using both of them to apply pressure with the help of her knee. Chaeyoung's clit twitches against the heel of her hand, a clear sign of encouragement.

Although Lisa is sure Chaeyoung would love nothing more than to be fucked, she keeps her thrusts slow. During her movements, she doesn't pull her fingers all the way out. Instead, she stirs, probes, reaching as deep inside of Chaeyoung as she can. Being inside her lover this way is the closest she'll get to heaven on earth, and she doesn't want to rush.

"Lis," Chaeyoung cries, louder this time. She's close, Lisa can tell.

Although she toys with the idea of making Chaeyoung suffer - even knowing Chaeyoung will have her revenge later - Lisa's heart is too soft for that. She wants to make Chaeyoung feel wonderful, and she will do anything to please the woman she loves so dearly. Besides, she can always keep going after Chaeyoung comes. One release doesn't need to be the end.

Slowly, Lisa kisses her way down Chaeyoung's belly, nuzzling its curve and dragging her tongue around Chaeyoung's navel. Chaeyoung hisses and swears, but Lisa doesn't pay attention. She's more concerned with Chaeyoung's inner walls, which have started fluttering in preparation.

At last, she arrives between Chaeyoung's thighs. She takes a moment to admire the way her fingers stretch Chaeyoung's entrance, and uses the considerable wetness spilling out to add a third, relishing the way Chaeyoung's hips rise off the bed as she does. Then, carefully, sweetly, she takes the beautiful ruby of Chaeyoung's clit into her mouth.

Chaeyoung comes right away. Her limbs lock up, and she yelps something like Lisa's name as her muscles pulse with release. The contractions force more wetness into Lisa's waiting palm, and a great deal runs down her chin. She catches what she can during short breaks from tending to Chaeyoung's clit, savoring the taste of her lover's pleasure.

As a compromise for making Chaeyoung come sooner than she would have preferred, Lisa makes her orgasm a long one. She continues the motion of her hand and mouth until Chaeyoung pushes at the top of her head, pleading for a break. "You'll kill me," she rasps, her wide grin sapping the warning of all seriousness.

Lisa runs her tongue over her lips. She rests her cheek on the pillow of Chaeyoung's sticky thigh, keeping her fingers where they are without moving them. In another minute, she knows, Chaeyoung's hips will start rocking once more. Chaeyoung's walls, which are fluttering weakly with aftershocks, will squeeze her fingers again, trying to coax them into movement.

For now, Lisa is content to bask in the glow of Chaeyoung's release. To bathe in her taste and smell. To glory in the sight of her shaking, sweat-soaked body, breasts rising and falling with each joyful breath. The privilege of witnessing such things makes Lisa's heart swell beyond the confines of her chest.

Sometimes, she doesn't think her body is big enough to hold her love for Chaeyoung. Maybe that's why she's always so desperate to pour as much of it back into the woman she adores - because she simply can't contain her feelings, in spite of all her training. That's only a temporary solution, of course. Chaeyoung always returns her love to excess, and that makes Lisa all the more devoted to her.

"You're beautiful," she says, now that she can. Now that some of her worshipful desire has been sated.

Chaeyoung's hand strokes her hair away from her forehead. "Thanks. Now kiss me?"

Lisa is all too happy to crawl back up Chaeyoung's body and comply.