This is my one chance, to take back, no regrets.

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Too bad you didn't," Leigh replied and smirked. "But who am I to talk? I've waited...what? Forever? I don't remember what made me say something to Tatum yesterday, but I'm really glad she was there. And I'm really glad I fore-went the gloss today, but I figured that if I wanted kisses, they certainly wouldn't be raspberry kisses," and she wrinkled her nose a little in amusement, and subsided into another kiss.

"You're being evil," Leigh half-sighed, half-whined and arched her back a little at the touches to her stomach. "You mean...evil person," she added lamely, but she was still smiling, and rocked her hips a little into Sera. "Even if it is ridiculously sexy."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Forever and a day, practically," Seraphim corrected her, smirking right back. "For once though, I'm glad my sister was around too, for whatever she did. I really guess I owe her one for this entire situation, don't I? The lack of raspberry lip gloss is making me feel significantly more generous in her favor," she added, meeting in another kiss, this one more lingering, and a little deeper still, her tongue pressing up to Leigh's, moving cautiously against it.

She felt the other girl beneath her, back arching and hips rolling against Sera's own, sending a significant shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes again, against the sensations assaulting her body, making her want to take things even further, though they had mentioned not doing so. She wanted to experience everything with Leigh, and experience it then, not wanting to stop, feeling the impatience. Sliding her hands up further, her cool fingers dipped under the fabric of the blonde's shirt, tips grazing over the bottom of Leigh's bra, and almost jerking away as she realized what she was doing, though she stayed solemn, and tried not to panic too much.

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh jumped at the fingers dipping farther underneath her shirt, feeling a little scared and a little wonderful, but remembering that they decided to take all of this slowly, and she ventured to take hold of the hand, not to stop Sera, but to take a moment. "Are we ready for this?" she asked softly, knowing that she would agree with whatever Sera's answer. Sure, she was impatient, too. She had so many questions, and she wanted answers, and Sera was on top of her with that delicious body, and she definitely wanted a chance to explore it, and taste it, and -- Leigh broke away from the thoughts. They weren't helping. At the same time though, she really wanted a relationship..not just making out, or sex, or whatever came of it, not to say she wasn't enjoying this physical closeness. On the contrary, it was amazing.

But Sera had always been amazing, and more than just because she was gorgeous. Leigh had decided that if she ever did manage to pursue something with Sera, she wanted the whole package, and that hadn't changed.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

Seraphim hadn't been expecting Leigh's hand to touch hers, holding it off, and it snapped her out of her daze a bit. She'd been moving on instinct still, hands and mouth moving on their own accord, and with her brain struggling to catch up, not standing a chance. But when Leigh took hold of her, she blinked a bit, looking down at the blonde beneath her as she spoke, and she settled her teeth onto her own lower lip, biting hard as she thought. "I.. I don't know, are we?" she replied quietly, seeming genuinely unsure at her own answer, and Leigh's question. She had been fine to move with the flow, but now that she was actually considering it, her nervousness was coming back in full force, a bit like a punch to the gut.

She wanted everything with Leigh, every kiss, every touch, every sensation, every moment, every last thing she could have, but they had agreed to go slow. Which, Seraphim realized now, was quite an agonizing decision. Her stomach was knotted with her nervousness, as well as a dull warmth, an over all tingling. And she could, embarrassingly enough, feel a slight aching between her thighs, brought on between all of their heated kissing and fondling, and the rocking of their hips. It hadn't helped her any. "Do you want to stop? We can stop."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Want to stop?" Leigh didn't have to think to answer, the words tumbled from her lips of their own accord, and she blushed mightily. "No. No, I don't wanna stop." As a matter of fact, her fingers were still toying again with the skin at Sera's waist, but she didn't realize she was doing so anymore. "Just wanted to make sure that we're together so far," and she blushed rather prettily again. "I'm with you," and she smiled up and released the hand she was holding, inviting Sera to make the next move again, quite content with either way the encounter went -- whatever Sera decided to do.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

Sera gave her a rather shaky smile, leaning her head down slightly, so that their foreheads were pressed together, but their lips kept apart for the time being. "I mean, we did all of the sentimental bites, 'I-love-you' and 'you're-so-beautiful', and by the standards of any movie I've ever seen, or book that I've ever read, this is supposed to be the part where we're supposed to, uh.. w-well, make love, I suppose," she explained, quite seriously, though there was a hint of embarrassment in her words, and a hint of blush on her own cheeks. "But you know I'm with you, too, we're together. And I don't wanna stop either."

When Leigh released her hand, she settled it down again, lightly pressed against the taller girl's ribcage, beneath her shirt, just gently touching the flesh with her fingers. "Should we make up a safe word or something?"

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh smiled, and simply shook her head. "We don't need a safe word. But if ever we do, I declare it's going to be 'banana' here and now," she replied, smirking a little bit. And she moved her hands upwards, from Sera's hips and to her waist, her fingers felt warm against the Sera's cool flesh. She could feel her fingers twitching a little, lingering nerves, she supposed. Leigh smiled, and pouted just a little, "Now would you and your lips get back here, please?"

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Okay, banana then," Seraphim replied, a smirk of her own forming on her lips. She shivered visibly as Leigh's hands moved over her hips, up to her waist, and against some of the exposed flesh between her jeans and her shirt. It was a comfortable contrast, Leigh's warm fingers, and her own cold skin under them. Her own hands moved up as well, as she swallowed hard, before sliding both of her hands over the blonde's bra clad breasts, cupping them and softly rubbing her thumbs over the undersides.

"Lips on their way," she agreed, still smirking, as she leaned down to press her mouth over Leigh's once again, body leaning over her as well, pressing as much of herself up to the other girl as she could manage, given their current position.

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh didn't even bother attempting to stop the gasp that escaped her as the finger ghosted over her breasts and a fresh chill ran up her spine. She rocked instinctively again against Sera and bit her lip a little. "Lips...lips are good," Leigh rambled, and suddenly they were kissing again, and Sera's fingers were moving against her bra.

Leigh's hands were up and underneath Sera's shirt, warm on the bare skin and roaming freely down the back, and the movement seemed comfortable and natural with Sera laying on top of her; their mouths crushed seamlessly together. The touches were almost agonizingly pleasant, and Leigh came to the sudden and undeniable realization that there were far too much clothes going on. "Shirt," she said shortly to Sera and squirmed a little, impatient for the cloth too be off her skin, which felt too warm and suddenly constricting, but she couldn't remove properly until Sera moved up a little.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

Seraphim got the message loud and clear, even with the shortness of the statement itself. She'd been thinking exactly along the same lines, Leigh had always been so good at reading her. Although, she thought this was more of a case of mutual feeling, rather than Leigh catching a mental wave. Breaking off the kiss, a little reluctantly, Sera pulled her hands slowly from under Leigh's shirt, and pushed herself up into a half sitting position.

Better suited to undressing at the current angle, she remained straddling the blonde's hips, rocking back against each movement, but her own trembling hands reaching down to grasp the hem of her tee shirt, pulling it up without hesitation, over her head and arms, and then tossed aside onto the floor with the rest of the dirty laundry.

[Leigh O'Conner]

Without forethought, without time to really think, Leigh sat up, it was a movement that forced Sera into moving farther in front of her, sitting on the blonde's thighs, but while Leigh moved she hooked one hand under her own shirt, and she pulled it off swiftly and threw it haphazardly in whatever direction it cared to go. "Sorry," she said a little breathlessly, and not apologetically at all. "I got jealous."

She ducked her head into the hollow of Sera's throat which she suckled softly, daring a taste, before dipping her head to the swell of Sera's breasts above the bra she still wore. Her hands seemed to be moving of their own accord, sliding slowly up Sera's hips to her chest, returning the gestures that Sera had given her, the cupping, the brushes -- she knew how wonderful it felt and wanted to make the brunette feel just as amazing. Leigh brushed her thumbs gently over the cups, feeling a little awkward still, but far too involved to care that about it, and wanting the fabric gone and away, leaving her just Sera.

And again, she was kissing Sera and pulling her back down, once more handing over the dominance. Once horizontal again, she reached for the back of Sera's thighs and pulled her farther up, adjusting the balance, but she didn't move her hands again, running her fingers over what she knew was a sensitive area, and quite content to stay there. She couldn't help a little silly grin, "has anyone ever told you that you have a fantastic ass?" She questioned, and gave the brunette a gentle squeeze, and hoped that Sera wouldn't think her too silly for the action. Besides, it was true.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I don't mind jealous," Sera replied quickly, finding her own breath caught in her throat a little at the sight that met her eyes. She'd seen Leigh undress before, probably hundreds of times over the years, between friendship and the soccer locker room, but this was different, and it held a whole new meaning now. Leigh was undressing for her, and with her, and it just wasn't the same as slipping into a uniform for a game of sport. She realized, vaguely, that she might be staring, but found that she didn't even care. She wanted to stare, until she couldn't anymore, each gentle curve of the other girl's body, the swell of her breasts, her perfectly toned stomach.

She didn't have long to stare though, or dwell upon the beauty that was Leigh's exposed body, before the other girl was ducking her head down and settling into a full assault with her mouth, which drew some gasping out of Seraphim. The brunette tipped her head back just slightly, allowing Leigh to take the moment of control, and make her feel good. Which she was very much succeeding in doing, between the movement of her lips and tongue, and the way her hands were sliding up over Sera's chest, she was barely managing to keep from heaving with the deep breathing she was currently doing. The brushing of her thumbs made Sera let out a little groan, as she lifted her hands up to rest onto Leigh's chest for a moment, mimicking the action.

Meeting her girlfriend in the kiss, without any of her previous nervousness, she allowed herself to be pulled back down, keeping her hands firmly planted onto Leigh's chest as she did so, grasping a little firmer, palms pushing up and brushing over the top of the bra. It was a battle in and of itself not to just forgo formality, and push it up completely, wanting it away and wanting Leigh exposed to her. She shifted when Leigh pulled her, moving further along the other girl's body, and letting out another little groan into their heated kiss when the blonde's fingers ran over her, teasing her. She returned the tease, finally obeying her wants, and idly sliding just the tips of her fingers under the fabric of Leigh's bra.

"Can't say it's ever come up in any previous conversation that I've had. Although coach did say I have a good hustle, that could be referring to my fantastical and supple ass," she whispered back, shuddering some at the squeeze she received, arching back some against the other girl's grip. "I'm glad you think so, though."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Fantastical and supple indeed," Leigh agreed and smiled into a kiss, and she nipped at Sera's lower lip. "And mine, now."

She jumped when the cold fingers slipped underneath the edge of her bra. "Oh," she said faintly, "you can, um, if you want." Leigh was pretty sure she was blushing again, but didn't mind so much, and the longer the fingers were there, the more she wanted hoped that Sera would just get rid of the stupid thing and touch her. "Please," she added and squirmed impatiently, just to clarify in case Sera wasn't getting the picture.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Yes, belongs to you. As long as you're a good girl," Seraphim replied, smiling a bit as well, as Leigh nipped at her lower lip.

She was happy with the positive response that she got from the movement of her fingers, and she gave a little nod of her head as Leigh spoke, making Sera smile once again. "I think I will, then, since you're so impatient," she whispered, pulling her head back a bit, and leaning in to place a little kiss against the blonde's cheek, close to her ear. She moved her hands slowly, still cautious and just trying to do what she thought was the correct form for this act; fingers pulling back from the bra for just a moment, before ducking in more firmly, and pushing it up and out of her way, hands settling onto the now exposed breasts.

She couldn't suppress a shudder of her own at the feeling, Leigh's body under her hands, pressed against her. She could vaguely feel the taller girl's nipples hardening under her touch, perhaps from the touch itself, or from the cool air hitting them, she wasn't sure, but it made her cheeks flush a bit. "I, uh.. w-wow."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"When am I not good?" The blonde demanded in a vague unattached kind of voice, because just as the words tumbled free, Seraphim was acting as requested and her bra was suddenly gone, and whatever she had been saying suddenly didn't matter at all. She bit her lip and couldn't help a blush of pleasure as Sera's gorgeous mismatched eyes were focused on her chest and the feel of her hands on her skin made her whimper a little bit. "Good wow?" she finally managed the words, nervously. "Or...um...what other kind of wow is there?"