But you give me the electric twist
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rawr ;D 500+

It seemed the healing process of her body had finally completed. When she woke up she twisted her body in various ways and found no linger shots of pain. Gently she pressed against her ribs and felt no need to suck in air to deal with pain. Some of her fur that had been pulled out by the beam of Old Red still needed to grow back, but she couldn't worry about vanity, because she was better! A smile on her face she stood up and gathered a handful of seeds and placed them into Enzo's food cup at the bottom of his cage. Once he had started to fly again she had found a cage for him, seeing as the box she had used no longer suited him. It was a nice, large cage, but even so most of the time she left the door to it open. She trusted the mourning dove and did not think he would try to escape or anything of the sort. Cambi gave him a rub on the chest before exiting her room and heading down the stairs.


The Marino practically skipped up to Mati's room. The door was ajar, and she slowly pushed it open. "Mati?" Sea foam eyes searched the large, open room, but saw no sign of the Church wolfess. Cambria was about to shut the door again and just come back later when an idea struck her. Why not surprise Mati and be here when she got back? The idea made her smile bloom even brighter and immediately her mind was set on it. The slender girl walked into the room and shut the door behind her. It was so pretty in here, with all of Mati's paintings and drawings all over the place. The large windows letting the sun in added to this beauty. The light warmed her body as she daintily walked over to one of the tables and shuffled through some of the drawings. The earthen hued woman had such a talent. A sudden guilt came over her though. Maybe Mati wouldn't want her looking through her work. She couldn't imagine why not, but she would rather be safe than sorry so she moved away from the table.


Cambria walked over to the large bed and sat down upon it. The mattress and sheets were warm with the late morning sun. It was so inviting that the girl couldn't help but give into it's siren call and lay down upon it. She curled up on the bed, laying her head on one of the pillows and her nose was assaulted with the wonderful scent of the female that had stolen her heart. Oh, she wished Mati were here right now. Being in Mati's bed with the overpowering combination of her scent made a heat rise up in the girl's blood. Her eyes closed and she sighed. It happened seamlessly and suddenly, but her conscious mind fell out of control and urges took over. One of her hands roamed lightly over her body before coming to rest upon one of her breasts. A finger rubbed against her nipple and it became erect, the heat in her veins flaring even higher and urging her hands lower. Her fingers tickled down over her stomach and came to hover at that place that rested between her legs. Cambi hesitated for a moment, but then rubbed against the hot folds and moaned softly against the pillow.


Her fingers continued to work and while she was doing this all to herself, that wasn't what she was picturing in her mind. No, behind her closed eyes, it was Mati who was touching her, it was Mati who was making her pulse race. Unoccupied hand grasped at the sheets as she slipped a finger inside of her warmth. "Oh Mati..." she sighed softly, completely swept away in her self-made fantasy.

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lawlz

The morning was wonderful, the sun finally peaking out from behind the veil of dark clouds and allowing its warmth to speak of summer. The wolfess stood outside the Manor, violet eyes looking up at the brightening sky. With her easel rooted in the new grass, Mati mixed the small amount of yellow with the purple that she had created in hopes of gaining the brown that would match the tree that was her focus at the moment. It was a small piece, something to keep her mind busy after she had sought out the status of the borders. She had been doing well with her patrols, picking up the task after Ghita and Cambria had been hurt, and thought she deserved a small reward for her efforts.

She would need her smallest brush soon, for the thin branches, but the color had to be perfect. A practiced hand and eye added what the mixture needed as her mind drifted. It did so easily since her gravity had been pulled in a new direction. She wondered what her heart’s captor was doing, if she was still under her blankets and searching for a few more moments of sleep and if her bumps and bruises were better then the day Mati had stopped by to check up on her. Almost just as frequently Mati wondered if Cambria thought of her, thinking and hoping that she was on her mind as much as the younger female was on her own. Violet eyes looked up, matching the colors and satisfied. The cup that held her brushes sat on the ground beside her and she picked one up after the other in search of the small brush.

A huff escaped her nose and she rose from the flattened grass and stretched her legs. She needed a break, Mati figured as she felt the small knots pull and untie in her back and legs. A few hops brought her to the porch and she walked lightly towards her room. It was closed, but the Church woman thought nothing of it, figuring she was the one to do so. It was the scent that made her pause. It brought a smile to her face, for the fragrance was one that she searched for constantly. It settled in her lungs, though the reaction could be felt rushing all the way down to her toes. Before she could open the door she heard a soft muffled voice, the words incoherent, but it did not deter her.

The tall wolfess stepped inside with a silent smile on her face, tail waving behind her. It was the first to react to the woman she saw on her bed, growing stiff with the shock that rolled through her. Her eyes took it in, though it was her nose (first as always) that told of what was changed in the other female. It was not disgust or horror that was written on her face, merely confusion with embarrassment riding it’s tail-end. There were no words that could come to her, though she felt the need to apologize. But there was something more powerful that she couldn’t ignore, something that settled in her stomach as she allowed the sight of Cambria seep into her mind and through her senses. It kept her standing there, and made it impossible to look away.



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AHMAGAWD D: 500+

Reality had faded away from her. She couldn't think. All she could focus on was the movement of her fingers and the images that played behind her eyelids. This was the desire she had had when Mati visited her up in her room. She hadn't consciously recognized it, knowing that in her state she wasn't able to fulfill it, but such thoughts had lingered in the back of her mind since then. Her attraction to Mati went far beyond the realm of just the emotional. Anu had told her, that what had been done to her in the city that day, that was what people who were in love with one another did together. Cambria wasn't sure if she could label what she felt for Mati love just yet, but it was teetering to that definition. The girl wanted to do that with Mati. Wanted to touch her like that and be touched like that. She wanted to experience that the way that she was supposed to. It wasn't that she necessarily regretted what had happened with Lolita, but she wanted it to mean more. With the Church fey, she knew it would.


But would Mati want to? Cambria didn't know, and she was far too self conscious about it to ask. How would she even go about asking such a thing? Her fantasies, up until this point, had been confined to her dreams. Unintentionally it had spilled out into some form of reality though. Knowing she was laying in Mati's bed, and being surrounded by her scent and her aura, it had triggered something inside of her and the Marino simply hadn't been able to help herself. She wanted so badly to feel that way again and with someone who cared for her, the desire had finally been too much to contain. After all, this was better than embarrassing herself by asking Mati to, right? It would happen when it was mean to. Until then, there was no harm in her doing this to keep those urges sated.


Though the very thing that had aroused her, being in Mati's bed, was something that could bring her the embarrassment she was trying to avoid. Cambi wasn't in the safety and security of her own room. There was nothing to stop Mati from entering the room. Any such worries were smothered by her arousal though, buried underneath the thrill her fingers were creating in her lower regions. Her lips were parted, panting softly as another finger slipped in to join the first. Her body instinctively helped the process, slicking her fingers and making the motions fluid and extreme. The girl's heart beat heavily in her chest. Yes Mati, please, more, faster, she said to herself in her head. Her hand complied, but then the unthinkable happened.


Faintly she heard the door open, but it took a few moments for her overloaded synapses to process the noise and its implications. When she did though, her whole body froze, including the beating of her heart. Oh no...oh no... This couldn't have happened. She was so stupid! Eyes wide she looked up and over her shoulder, and saw Mati staring straight at her. In a flurry she was scrambling, grabbing sheets and cover her body and her indiscretion. Her cheeks burned so hot that she was certain the bright redness could be seen even beneath her dark fur. Gaze burned into mattress, unable to look at the older female anymore. Her hands held the sheets up around her neck, twisting them nervously. "Mati! I'm sorry, I...I..." Cambi didn't know what to say, how to excuse her actions. She was tongue-tied and frozen in place. This was horrible.

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OHMAHB'JEZUS

Where were her thoughts supposed to begin, or how was her mind supposed to react? It wasn’t easy to know where all of this started for Mati. She had never seen herself here; wanting so badly to be with Cambria and feeling so lucky to be as they were. It hadn’t been her plan, but who’s life always followed what their naïve and inexperienced-self set out? Things changed, and that was what Cambia was bringing to Mati. Along with all the other wonderful things that she gave her the younger woman was showing her that change was not always a horrific thing. Of course, as she stood and watched the other female scramble to cover herself Mati was feeling her world change once more. It was the way she had fallen to silence and lost her train of thought when Cambi touched her arms that first day. It was how her breath was taken so quickly and without even a second’s thought when Cambi’s lithe arms had wrapped themselves around her. Her kiss, the small moment of time when Mati had faced the possibility of loosing her. All of that had changed her. And again, the Marino girl sought to make her different.

I ah, Mati spoke, her voice finally breaking from its cage and meeting the small world that existed in the bright Sun filled room. The door was still in her hand, and Mati was still for many long and arduous seconds. What was she doing? Mati wondered but the question could and would not pass beyond her lips. Her body moved into a swift action and she closed the door, turning away from the other female and shutting it without even a small click of the door handle. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to think for the Church woman had never experienced anything of a sexual nature. Not beyond the kissing that she had experienced with Cambria and she alone. Of course she was not ignorant, understanding to a certain extent, but there were so many thoughts that needed to be worked out in her mind she felt as if she stood with her once again in the middle of her room, arms wrapped around one another for the first time. She was battling the unknown, fighting the fears that had coursed through her the moments before pushing her away and watching Cambi flee from her judgmental and cowardly gaze. Her bottom jaw was still dropped slightly, her heart in her ears and beating quickly from the shock.

Could she? Trying to deal with the surprise of the moment was one thing, but that quickly faded due to the other more pressing emotions that filtered through her. The most powerful was unknown, and it had entered her as a heavy warmth but then buzzed in her stomach and filtered lower. She didn’t know why, and tried to think beyond the noisy feeling. The moment that she took with her back turned and facing the door felt long and drawn out, though Mati did not think she could ever have enough time to gather the mind that had been blown at the sight she had walked in on. She tried to uncover some advice, any words of wisdom that would help her though this awkward moment and nothing seemed to fit. Had someone told her to just let it happen?

Mati turned, the long moment only being a few seconds in reality, and faced the girl. Do you want me to go? She asked. She didn’t know what Cambria would want, not understanding her initial desire that had drawn her here and persuaded her to touch herself in such a way. It had been what she was doing (Mati was almost certain). A large hand was placed on the door behind her, feeling that it was indeed closed. Her chest rose and fell in front of her, and her eyes spoke of how unsure she was. But they searched Cambia’s face, fighting the reoccurring visual that snuck up and stole her minds eye again and again. She was mortified, it was written on her face and Mati knew not how what do or say to calm her own feelings. Its okay... Mati said quietly before her voice left her as quickly as a frightened bird. She wasn’t sure how it would be, but she would make it alright. Some how, in some way. If she wanted her to go, Mati would understand. She could only stand, staring still and not knowing what to do next.



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sooooo awkward 500+

She had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. She had also never felt so ashamed. What had she been thinking? Well, she hadn't been thinking and that was part of the problem. Her unfulfilled desires had gotten the better of her and she had done something incredibly out of character and now she was certain she had messed things up beyond repair. What could Mati possibly think of her now? Cambria knew this looked bad, very bad, and she hadn't the slightest idea on how to make it better. It made her want to cry, to run from the room and hide herself away so she wouldn't have to face the accusing looks and judgmental stares. She didn't do either of those things however. Surely the tears were welling up behind her eyes, but they didn't leave to stain her cheeks. Mati spoke briefly, before turning her back and closing the door. The sounds were thunderous in her ears and the cream tipped aurals folded back against her head.


The moment seemed as long to Cambria as it did to Mati. She was sickened by her, wasn't she? She supposed that the older Dreamer had every right to be, but that didn't make her feel any better. Had everything been so great for her to just blow it with one lapse in judgment? One stupid mistake. The girl couldn't help it as a soft whine came from her throat as her knees came up beneath the covers and she pressed her forehead against them, hand covering her eyes. Why did she have to do that? What made her think that it was even slightly alright? Her intention to surprise Mati when she came back to her room had been purely innocent, and now it had degraded into this horrible, uncomfortable mess. Cambria wanted to just disappear, to be invisible. She had messed up bad and she didn't think she could do anything to fix it.


The question Mati asked made her distressed face show itself again, though her eyes couldn't raise to the level of the other female's face, still too ashamed to look her in the eye. "No! If anyone should leave it should be me...I'm sorry...I don't know...this is your room, and I-" a startled hiccup interrupted her speech. "Maybe I should go...I'm sorry..." She couldn't stop apologizing. It was all she knew that could possible fix this messed up situation. Cambi whine again, burying her face in her hands. This was so awful, she felt so awful. "No, I shouldn't have...I just wanted to surprise you--but not like this!" she added quickly, not wanting Mati to get the wrong impression. "It just...I just...I..." She didn't know what to say. I want to be with you like that but didn't know how to ask? I was thinking of you the whole time? None of that sounded that good and she doubted her shakey voice would allow her to say anything of the sort even if it did sound alright. Slender arms just hugged her legs against her and she rocked back and forth, shaking her head. Why had she done that?

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Poor Cambi! D:

What unfolded before her quickly began to smooth the wrinkles of embarrassment that Mati felt. She didn’t understand, not completely, but she wanted to make it right for Cambria. In any small way that would bring back that comfort and the ease that had finally settled between them Mati would momentarily forget the things she had seen, though even as she tried to push them away they crept back again and again. Cambia’s comfort was instantly (and a bit astonishingly) more important then any other feelings that rose in Mati. She felt a sense of responsibility and more powerfully a need to correct it. How she could fix it when her voice was still wandering away from her and fixated on the instant replay that she mind had placed on the short momentary scene she didn’t know, but she would.

After she spoke Mati waiting, but the time passed so slowly that she allowed herself to take the steps that would bring her closer to the bed. Cambria began to speak and the words flowed from her quickly but all staggered and jumbled. Violet eyes watched her face, filled with shame and confusion more so then anything Mati had ever seen. This surpassed the moments when they stood along in the woods, when she had fought her fear to climb the mountains of doubt and finally find the path that lead to Cambi. She had willingly taken it then, but only after days of internal battling. She had fought for her, even if it was only against her own insecurities. And once again it was all mere moments away from falling apart. They were not strong enough to survive this short upset if Mati walked away now, but she had not intension of doing so.

Mati approached her slowly at first, but as Cambria’s breathing and words hastened and grew repetitive she was beside her in a moment. As if it could all just be forgotten Mati sat on the bed beside her, a hand grasping her shoulder as if to cement her in place. She worried that the other female would send herself into a panic attack, hyperventilate, or worse. Her fingers were firm, but loosened to hold her gently. Its okay, it is. She said, finding herself calm in the hopes of settling the other female. Her eyes searched for the ocean colored irises that she knew to be so soft and yet hold her so solidly. I, Mati began but finding that she was still unsure what it was that would explain how she felt. I don’t want you to go. Mati affirmed as her hand slid down the other’s arm.

It was all so different and easily overwhelming; but that was not new for her. Cambria filled her small closed world so quickly and easy, she did it so often that Mati had grown used to the amount of emotion that welled inside but it was the intensity that constantly caught her off guard. Once more she had no idea where to take it, lost on the heightened plane of existence that she floated to in the other female’s presence. She let the intoxicating thoughts of the Marino girl swarm her mind and slip out into her words, soft and tentatively, I like your surprises.



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Mati makes it better :3 500+

Cambria didn't deal with crisis well, not when her skills as a healer weren't needed. The girl crumbled quickly and became jittery. Usually she wasn't this self deprecating, but this was her fault, so how else could she possibly react? This was the first time that she had been the cause of such a problem and the guilt was practically unbearable. It didn't help that it was Mati. Mati meant so much to her, and if she had messed things up with this...well, she would never be able to forgive herself. Already she didn't want to, in fact couldn't, imagine herself feeling this way for anyone else. Couldn't think of being with anyone aside from the Church fey. She was all the Marino wanted and her unruly hormones might have driven a wedge between them. It was really a miracle she wasn't already crying. She couldn't say what it was that held the tears back, but it certainly wasn't her own self control. It was long gone, gone the moment she had been so captivated by the other female's scent.


She hadn't expected Mati to come to her, to sit next to her and comfort her. Cambria had figured she would want to stay away, keep her distance. It took all her control not to cling to the larger wolf when she came and put a firm arm upon her shoulder. She wanted to sob, to beg for her forgiveness, do whatever she needed to to make it okay again. The girl sniffled pathetically, still not able to look at Mati until she said that she didn't want her to leave. She didn't? Slowly she revealed her face, her eyes hesitantly looking up into those bright violets that so illuminated her world. "Y-You don't?" If their first short embrace had made her feel awkward, Cambria was certain this was enough to make Mati want to run to the hills and never want to be alone with her again, if even around her at all. Her calmness was unexpected, along with her comfort and kind words. She had been preparing for the worst and now that she was faced with something else she wasn't sure how to act. Some of the tension did leak from her body though, and she couldn't help but lean against Mati's stronger form, drawing in all the comfort that was offered through that contact.


The softly spoken words almost made her want to laugh, but she was still too worked up to be able to dissolve into any sort of humorous mood. She took a deep breath and let it out, trying to still her nerves. "This isn't what I meant to happen..." she said sadly. It really hadn't been. This wasn't what she had pictured happening at all. "I just wanted to be here, when you got back. I laid down on your bed though, and I...I don't know...how to explain..." Her mind scrambled to put together a semi-decent explanation though. Mati deserved to have at least some insight into how this had all come about. "You make me feel something special...and I just sort of...lost myself in that..." It was weak, but she didn't know how else to say it without making things more awkward than they already were.

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oh man! <3


They rooted each other, reeling the other in from the limb that they hung from. Cambria had done it for Mati more then once, easing her fears and settling the panic that ran through her so quickly and franticly. She had been there when Mati threatened to pass out from the sight of her own bleeding paw, and Cambria had also been the one to calm Mati’s fears after she had been hurt. Cambria had felt the physical pain, and yet she had been the level headed one. It was Mati’s turn, and though she felt as if she stood in place she didn’t recognize she held tight to the need to change the look of shame and fright that was written on the other female’s hidden face. Seeing her like this was far worse then feeling the sharp surprise and the bought of embarrassment. She could forget her discomfort, for it was filtering from her system just as they sat so close, and focus every ounce of her energy on Cambria.

Mati shook her head in answer to her question as she sat on the bed facing her. No, she didn’t at all. For the moment she didn’t wonder what had really been going on, her eyes locked on the beautiful female’s face and let the normal beat of her heart increase and the regular jitters and excitement of being next to her place a small smile across her maw. What had made her run before no longer lived within the Earthen fey, it had been a fear that pushed her and Mati had grown far beyond that, gently drawing them closer each time they spoke. I want you to stay. She reassured, her hand lightly stroking the soft fur of her arm. See, she thought, everything would be okay.

She spoke, and they were sorrow-laden words that made look on with a quiet sympathy. The explanation was needed, for Mati understood so little of what had just happened. Now that the other woman was less frantic and she spoke further on what had happened the Church fey was able to gather the small facts and realize what exactly had been going on beyond the obvious. She remained silent, allowing Cambria to speak without interruption (not that she would know what to say). The last frail statement made Mati drop her gaze slowly, taking in the thought. It was hard to wrap her mind around, and in was almost impossible for Mati to decode the feelings that ran through her. Was that what she had felt when they lay in bed? Had she been loosing herself in the thought of them together? It made sense, for Mati didn’t know what direction was up when they got close. Lost, that was how she felt and she had misplaced the will to care some time ago. She liked it, and even found herself smiling softly at the idea that she could make someone feel like that too. The fact that it was Cambria made her fingers hold the female’s arm more tightly once again.

It couldn’t be ignored any longer, to think of exactly what had been happening when she had walked through the door. Mati had placed it aside, pushing the thought away for being faced with it so suddenly had made her blush and had sent Cambria into the throws of a minor panic. Mati felt it, as the picture rolled through her thoughts and allowed herself to just submit to the power of it. But, I’ve never She began, now the one searching for understanding, felt this way. her smile was lost, concerned now that Cambria would turn away from her for her lack of experience and understanding.

She didn’t know of Cambria’s prior encounters, and Mati had never even felt that need that had been too powerful for Cambi to ignore. I’ve never needed anyone, she confessed as she pulled the wolfess towards her, innocently enough in the hopes of feeling her close. not in the way, in the way I want you. She stumbled over the words, fighting to find what would be right and then just saying what came to her thoughts. It was a need and a want so powerful that it clouded her mind and made the words unobtainable and actions a mystery. She wanted her, like she had the day Cambria had been recovering and bruised. Mati felt her own hurt, a dull ache that made it almost impossible to not close that gap that had lingered as they lay together then. And now she relished in the ability to do so. I don’t know how to explain it. repeating the words Cambria had spoken in a soft tone. Her violet gaze searched for the duel seas, wanting to fall into them and drown as she had in the past. She didn’t want to push this behind them, to simply make it okay so that they did not fall apart. She wanted to embrace it.



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:o! 500+

She was so thankful for the way that Mati was acting right now. Cambria knew it couldn't be easy, after walking in and seeing that. But she had pushed that aside and come to her to comfort her regardless. It made her feel good, it also made her feel like she hadn't wrecked things which was what she desperately needed. She didn't want to think of her life without Mati in it. This time it was she that needed the reassurance and the shoulder to lean on. What had been exposed wasn't a part of her that she knew well, or really understood. It hadn't really shown up again until that morning after the barn incident. The larger female had made her pulse race in a different way, but one that she wasn't wholly unfamiliar with. Ever since then she had wanted to explore that with Mati, but she didn't know how. How to bring it up and talk about it had been a daunting task and she hadn't thought she could tackle it. Inadvertently, though, it seemed she had brought that conversation to the forefront here today.


The Church fey confirmed that she didn't want her to leave, and the girl couldn't help but sigh in relief. Embarrassment was still heavy in her chest, but at least she hadn't scared Mati off this time. She leaned into the other femme more, the soft fingers rubbing the fur on her arm soothing her. "Thank you," she said softly. It would have been easy, and understandable for Mati to want her to leave. She was taking the more difficult path of working and talking through this though, and while it was awkward, Cambi was grateful. She couldn't stand to have any space put between them anymore. She wanted them to grow closer, not farther apart.


Mati let her speak, and seemed to take in the words thoughtfully. Cambria didn't feel she was doing all that good a job of explaining herself, but she wasn't sure how to do so in the first place. It was really something that could be defined by words. It was all raw feelings and emotions that raged inside of her and needed to be expressed in a different manner than words. The girl though, with some of her excitement still lingering far in the background, that it would be much easier to show Mati than to tell her. She had no idea if Mati wanted that though, or if she felt the same things that Cambi did. Maybe she was only feeling them because of what had happened in the city with the pale Dahlian woman. Maybe that had changed something in her that just wasn't there in Mati. SHe had no idea, and was honestly afraid to ask. She didn't want to take a step backwards.


After some time, Mati spoke, and the Marino listened carefully to her words. The smile faded from her face, but it didn't seem to be from any displeasure. It looked like she was just trying to work through things too, and was finding it as difficult as Cambria had. When she said she had never felt this way, the chocolate girl wasn't sure if she meant that she had those same desires or if it was simply their emotional connection to one another. Maybe it was both. It was the two combined that had made Cambria's inhibitions drop and caused the thing to spark this conversation. She looked expectantly up at the older fey, drinking her words in, hanging from every syllable. There was no judgment in her face. Honestly she was just as lost in this situation. She had had that one experience, but it was nothing like this. Then she hadn't known what was happening or what it meant, and there had been no deeper emotion attached to it. This was so different, and Cambria was stumbling to find the answers as well.


As the larger fey pulled her closer, and said that she wanted her, Cambi's heart stalled for a moment. Mati wanted her too. Her slender arms wrapped around the other wolfess and hugged her close. That admission meant so much to her, perhaps even more than she had anticipated. It seemed to amplify their connection and dull everything else that surrounded them. Mati repeated the words that she had spoken before, admitting she didn't know how to put it into words either. Their eyes connected, and she knew they were feeling the same thing. Unlike her though, Mati had never had such contact with another. She didn't know what to do with those feelings. Cambria was no expert, but she had an idea. The heat she had felt before returned to her slowly, but she didn't want to move things too fast. Slowly, tentatively, she leaned her face up, her lips searching for Mati's. They could just start with a kiss, and see where it took them.

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:3

There was so much power in it, a flame of emotion that called Mati to wish to be closer to the other female. She couldn’t explain the intensity, couldn’t begin to understand how it worked, and couldn’t manage to even try. It challenged her to take each passing moment as it was, to not think beyond it and worry that it would be wrong. She thought for a mere moment of the world that lived beyond this room, the world that existed outside of them. The faces of those that did came to her in a blur, passing quickly and instantly forgotten. No, she thought as she looked at the other female, hearing the two small words and wanting to show her own gratitude in a way that was more tangible then mere words, those faces did not belong here. That was what she needed to place far from here, the world that did not consist solely of she and Cambria. Their judgment, their questions and their fears. They may be few, or nonexistent. But she wanted none of it, she wanted Cambria. A simple single request in a sea of complexities.

Cambi moved inward, closer and sealed their forms together with a tilt of her head. Mati did not shy from the kiss, parting her lips slightly, tasting her and greedily taking the breath Cambria offered. Mati leaned forward, her hand leaving the other’s arm and moving to her back. The energy that they created jolted through the Church female, starting with the initial spark and then rushing through her form. It touched her everywhere, tingling from the fingers that touched her lean back and running through each cell that created her physical form. Her heart jumped, stopping entirely for the initial contact and then continued it rhythm at a frenzied pace.

It was so emotional, the peaks and valleys that Mati had experienced from the very beginning. But she had found that she had little idea of who she truly was before Cambria. Her world was different, ever changing and Mati never wished it to be stagnant. If being lost, never knowing which way was up, meant being with her Mati could not turn away in search of that consistency. Her heart’s song could be heard with even the smallest thought of her, and she was never far from Mati’s mind. It was the want and need to always know if she was well, if she was happy and if it was Mati that made her so. Such desires had been the climb that she had taken thus far. But it was all different now, Mati’s heart was bound to her and now she felt as if her form could not touch enough of the other woman. It’s search was continuous.

Mati kissed her, deeply in the exploration for more. Her other hand found her neck, softly touching the silk fur and her mind allowed it to move at it’s own accord. The paw along her back held her still, their chests touching and awakening the sensitivity that had always slumbered there. Their hearts fought to be free of their cages, and Mati yearned to feel the pulse that hammered in Cambi’s chest. The heat ran from her chest and melted in her stomach. Closed eyes could not fight the vision that cast itself on the backs of her eyelids. That was what she yearned for; to bring all of that back to Cambia. It began as small warmth, the excited vibration that their kiss brought all of her body. But as the rest of her form grew accustomed to the new energy it remained there, growing warmer and electric as it traveled through her legs.



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*squee* 300+

There was no hesitation from Mati, and soon their lips were locked and her eyes fluttered closed, losing herself completely in their connection. This was what she wanted. To always have the other woman's taste upon her lips, to always have her strong hands holding her close. Those little touches were all that was require for her earlier heat to come back full force. Her body was flushed with the intense need, but still she didn't move to take things faster. Cambria wanted to go slow, to explore this to its full potential. This wasn't something that could or should be rushed. This was important, for the both of them, for them as a couple. They still had never said if they were a couple or not, but Cambi had a hard time imagining them as anything less. She certainly didn't want them to be less. She wanted to be with Mati. She wanted the world to see who her heart belonged to and she didn't care what anyone thought. With feelings like these, nothing else mattered.


Mati gave her a grounding while at the same time sweeping her off her feet. It gave the Marino something to focus on, something to hold onto. Yet at the same time she felt weightless whenever they were together and her stomach did excited somersaults. It was a paradox, the way the Church fey made her feel, but maybe that was what love was. You could give it all the definitions and explanations you wanted, but you couldn't truly understand it until you finally felt it yourself. It was more than words, more than any voice could give credence to. It was wholly different than familial love, of which the girl had bountiful amounts of. That was easier to give a definition to, something she had known from her earliest days. This was a completely different entity though. It was vast and deep and mysterious as the ocean. It was raging and calm at the same time. It was wonderful.


She felt the need flowing into her through their connected lips. She wasn't the only one who felt that enormous desire. Cambria kissed Mati back just as passionately, moving her body as close to the other female's as she possibly could. One of her hands also moved to Mati's neck, gently holding onto the soft fur, rubbing it between her fingers. Even that wasn't enough though. She wanted to be closer, to intertwine their bodies until they were indistinguishable from one another. Her mouth opened for breath, but after grasping that precious air her tongue moved out to lick at the other fey's lips. Cambria's other hand came to rest on Mati's side, softly running her fingers up her ribs.

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eeeee!

And then she was changed. Different, instantly. It was a glorious being, to suddenly feel fearless and as if the world had fallen away and all she was left with was her. Her, the woman that touched her neck softly, fingers pulling the fur away from her skin with the most gentle of motions and yet it still moved Mati in the most exciting way. She had never been so sure, knowing that Cambia wanted her. The knowledge was just as overwhelming as the energy that surged from one body to the other. It melted her heart, but it still beat so frantically that the dull hammering could be heard in her ears. Mati’s hand searched her neck, fingers brushing heavily against the back of her neck and head, sinking into the long stands of fur and then moving upwards to become entangled and lost.

Mati moved closer, if it was possible, and then felt Cambria break away. She knew, and took a few needed breathes to sustain her lungs and waited. She did not fear that it was over, did not worry that it was now too much for the other female. Her eyes parted open, only to flutter shut once more as the heated tongue touched her lips. Her own reached forward catching Cambria’s lightly. She held her there for a moment, inhaling and releasing in the hopes of sating her greedy chest, eyes opening to watch her face. It’s features were soft, a cloud covering them with the desire that they both felt.

She felt the need to tell her, to whisper the small words that would seal her fate and give herself to the other female in a much different way then this. Those small words that could mean so much to some and then nothing to other. It meant everything to her, and so did the other female. Everything. But she remained silent, not breaking the conversation that consisted of their heavy breathing and little else. Mati kissed the side of her mouth, thinking the three small words as she did so. Telling her as she moved down her maw and towards her jaw in the soft caresses.



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I should watch the L Word for some inspiration XD 300+

Her heart thundered like a drum, vibrating her whole body and beating against her ribcage. Her body wasn't the only thing that wanted to connect more with Mati, it was the organ that kept her alive as well. The Marino's heart was beating for the older girl, wholly and completely. No one else could excite it to such frantic rhythms. No one else could take her breath away like this. The two had barely started to do anything and already it was so much better than what she had experienced before, and that had not been bad. This was beyond it though, on a whole other level, a whole other plane of existence. This was what it was supposed to be like, she knew instantly. This was what this was meant for. For expressing the feelings that couldn't be expressed in other means. Their bodies knew the language of love better than their voices and brains did. It was why their words fell short. It was why they were here, doing this now.


Mati's hand on her neck and head sent ripples of electric current down her spine, making her hair stand on end. Her fingers tangled in her dark chocolate mane and even that felt sublime. As she breathed in so deeply her chest rose dramatically, pressing against Mati's own. It made the girl sigh, already her mind was being clouded by the pleasure they were creating for each other. And this was only the tip of the iceberg, Cambria already knew that much. It thrilled her even more. Their tongues touched and it was another jolt of electricity. Her slender form shivered momentarily from the sudden intensity of it. Her tongue pushed back greedily, wanting more, needing more.


Cambria felt it too, the soft yet resounding recognition of what their feelings truly were. There was no question in her mind now. How could it possibly be anything less? It couldn't be. This was it, it was the real thing, and Cambi knew that she could never let go of it. Never. Mati's lips moved, kissing along her muzzle. The hand on her side moved up, rubbing through the fur on her back, fingers pressing in to the muscle that lay beneath the earthen fur. Mati was beautiful and strong and wonderful and she simply wanted to fold herself up into the larger form. Once her hand reached up between the other's shoulder blades her hand drew back down, claws ever so lightly scratching against her skin.

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research!!

The further she fell into the other female, the more she realized that it wasn’t enough and that it wasn’t the end. With each passing second Mati yearned for more, and slowly began to understand that there could be more. And with the understanding came the wish that it would never finish. Her tongue licked the curve of Cambria’s jaw, feeling the soft fur and the rounded bone beneath it. Every touch and each moment seemed longer, time frozen as the two females explored each other in a way that was new to both of them. Mati grew to love that part of her, in the small moments where her lips and tongue painted a picture behind closed eyes. The fur was soft there, the bend deep as it reached the neck and the pulse that lived just below the skin. It was perfect, a testament to her beauty. Just one small piece of who she was, it all Mati needed to know of her perfection. But far all she wanted.

All exploration ceased as she felt the fingers against her back. Mati inhaled deeply, gasping slightly as the claws touched her skin. They held her there, stationary as she waited in anticipation, a heart beat later they drew along her muscles satisfying no itch and sending a greater one through her skin. Nothing could satisfy either of their wantings. The Church woman flexed the fingers that claimed waterfall of fur and urged the other’s head back to expose the supple flesh under her jaw and along her neck.

Black nose found the velvet fur, inhaling her scent and waiting for the aftereffect. It rush through her veins right along side the rest of her arousal, calling to parts of Mati that she had never known to have the ability to awaken with such ferocity. She wanted more, a soft moan speaking of the ache that had begun to pulse as if it beat at the same rhythm as her heart. Lips found the fragile and thin skin that covered the pulse of her jugular, searching for the heat and the tender flesh.




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lol X3 300+

The world outside had become meaningless. There was nothing that existed for the girl outside of them and what was happening between them. The world wasn't big enough to hold more than the sudden and intense passion that was quickly consuming the both of them. As Mati's tongue licked the curve of her jaw she sighed heavily, her skin tingling with the sensation of tiny pinpricks. Cambi buried her nose into the lush fur on the side of the other woman's face, breathing her scent in deeply until it was the only thing that she could smell at all. There was a new spice to her scent, an erotic aroma and she knew the same thing must be present in her own personal scent. It was born of the heat that was growing steadily in both the girl's cores, the fire that drove them to learn about each other in the most intimate way possible.


As her fingers drew through Mati's fur and the other paused Cambria hesitated, worried she might have harmed her in some way. She thought she was being careful, but maybe her light scratching hadn't been as light as she perceived. A split second later though she felt the slight tug upon her head and she knew that no harm had been done. The girl obliged her lover's wishes, leaning her head back to give her access to her gracefully curved neck. Mati's nose pressed against her neck and her jaws parted, eyes still blissfully closed. This was nothing like what she had experienced before. That had been mostly one sided, and while physically intense, it had had little emotional meaning to it. This was equal parts physical and emotional. It was a dance between the two and the intensity increased with every move either of them made.


The moan that came from her heart's captor lit a spark. The noise thrummed in her erect ears and urged her movements to be more bold. As Mati kissed her neck where her lifeblood flowed, the hand that had been on her neck slid down to feel the other woman's heart. Her palm took in the beat, rapid as her own. It was crying out for more as much as Mati's moan had. The hand moved again, sliding over the curve of one of the larger femme's breasts. Her fingers applied some pressure, squeezing the soft flesh. Slim digits massaged the area slowly, wanting Mati to feel the pleasure that was possible from receiving attention there.

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:o!!

No certainly the world was not large enough to contain anything beyond the passion that radiated between she and the Marino girl. If things continued at the same pace they would soon spill out over the confines of this plane and into an existence beyond the one they had come to know. But there was hesitation in Mati, even if she was ready, willing, and eager to find that place of new heights and a greater being. There was something spiritual that lingered now, living within her and resting along side the emotional and physical needs that Cambia worked to fulfill. Every ounce was poured into the thrill and the excitement that she brought to Mait’s world, but it seemed that neither expelled or used energy to achieve the pleasurable results that began to open Mati up to this new existence, but they created it. Sparks and surges; together they generated the continuous electricity.

Once Mati found a curve or bend that held the softest flesh she was instantly fooled into thinking that there was nothing more wonderful. The more she ran her tongue along her neck, white teeth grazing ever so lightly, lips pressing past the fur and to the skin, Mati came to know that she was far from done seeking out the glorious places on the other females body. Her conscious lifted, returning to the hands that touched her neck, fingers deep in her own tan coat and touching the electrified skin beneath it. They passed lightly over the centered of her chest, and Mati inhaled and lifted herself towards the hand. It rested there only momentarily before traveling southward and touching her curve.

Once more Mati paused, her mind too overwhelmed to think of reacting and moving forward all at once. Mati exhaled deeply into Cambria’s neck, the heat of her breath rolling on the lightly matted fur. The touch sent a jolt from the finger’s tips through her center and then fueled the heat that lived below it. Mati moved forward, wanting more and pulled gently on the female’s mane. It was a small tug, eagerness getting the better of her and taking her collectiveness from her for a brief second. She took a moment to gather her control, to focus and gain her sight once again. She kissed her pulse, asking wordlessly if she would lie back on the bed. The coverings were wrinkled, but the old pillow behind the darker woman was soft and plush.

Mati leaned forward, not wishing to separate herself from Cambi for even the quickest of seconds. She wanted her hands, wanted to be touch again and again and to feel the love that was growing between them. Eyes looked at the other’s face, her mouth parted as her breath came heavily. The waves of her own crown fell of her shoulders as she watched her. Her voice broke the silence, I want to make you feel that way, Mati pleaded, her tone soft but heavy with the lust that had overcome her. The way she had felt the moment Mati had caught her. But she was scared, her fearlessness no longer alive and dieing to her inexperience. But she wanted, needed to touch her and bring that feeling back, and care for her in every way possible. I don’t know how. She confessed, her hand lost the hold on Cambria’s mane, running between her breasts and settling on her stomach.


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#17
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Her first time, fingertips were the only things that had touched and stimulated her flesh. She had no idea how wonderful it felt to have soft lips and ivory teeth press against her skin. The thrill that filled her every time Mati's tongue brushed against her neck made the girl shiver in delight. Cambria was glad that Lolita hadn't done everything she could to her. Her first time may have not been with someone who loved her, but at least the Dahlian hadn't made it so nothing would be a surprise anymore. Even if this time technically wasn't her first, it certainly felt like it. Mati would always be her first kiss, and as far as she was concerned, she would be her first in this as well. Already that day with the other woman was dimmed to a mere pinprick of memory. It didn't matter compared to this. It didn't matter at all. Her one hand continued to rub up and down Mati's strong back, loving every inch of her fur and skin.


As Cambi's slim fingers touched her lover's breast, once again Mati paused. The younger girl knew what it felt like. The surprise and shock of what it felt like to be touched there for the first time. She understood now what those momentary pauses meant. It meant that Mati was losing herself in the feelings the touch of her fingers elicited and that almost more than anything filled Cambria with excitement. She wanted to show Mati what it felt like to be touched in all those special places. How good it could feel. She wanted to make her feel the pleasure and all of her emotion for her. Honestly she didn't even care how much attention she received in return. She just wanted to lavish all her love and attention on the Church fey. She wanted to make her feel better than she'd ever felt before. Cambria's fingers continued to rub against the sensitive flesh, but they were paused as she felt the tug on her hair. "Oooh," she moaned softly. The kiss sent a ripple through her and she was reclined back onto the bed, Mati's body following close behind.


Mati hovered over her, looking deep into her eyes. Cambria looked back into her, a hand reaching to cup her face. Her lips were so tantalizing, her exposed tongue calling to her and she almost leaned up to catch them with her own lips when Mati's voice cut through the thick air. The girl almost replied with she already had. At least she had in her fantasies. But now that fantasy was coming true and her slender form trembled with the anticipation of it. In those violet eyes though, she could see that Mati didn't know what to do, and that was quickly confirmed by her words. Cambi only smiled up at her, breathing in deeply as the other woman's hand ran down her front. "I'll show you," she said warmly. "Lay down next to me." It was true, she could probably tell her what felt good, but she wanted to show her. She wanted to run her hands over Mati's body, to make Mati feel like she felt in her dreams.

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There was so much unknown, things that were shroud in a shadow of doubt. But it did not plague her, or make her uneasy with nerves as she had felt before. It was a lesson that she had yet to learn, and Mati was eager to do so. The rest was easy enough; it came so naturally that she hardly needed to think. Her hands moved around Cambria like her brush on canvas. The texture was soft, the feeling as if she had practiced half her life. But Cambria was a masterpiece already completed, perfect in every way, and Mati had yet to fully understand the composition, yet to see all the colors. The pieces were there, the motivation pushing her forward, but she needed to be taught and wanted no one else to show her. Her confidence took her far enough that she rested her lower half on her lover’s, eyes looking down at her face. As she did so Cambria’s hand came to hold the side of her cheek, and Mati instantly leaned softly into it.

She waited, hoping that she would not pull away from her or try to run from the confinement Mati’s body created as she explained her lack of knowledge and will to learn. No, there was no reason to worry, sea foam eyes told her as they looked at her face. Mati could have dove into them, loose herself even further in their blue-green haze. Her voice spoke, warmly and the words she said calmed any unknowns. The moment the instruction was given Mati did as she was asked. Moving onto the bed beside her. It was a fluid movement that brought her to her side, one hand reaching beneath the other’s form to cradle her back in hopes of urging her against her once more. Anticipation sent a shiver down her spine, excitement settling between her thighs and causing her take a single deep breath. The air against her stomach and legs was cold compared to the heat that had been generated between their bodies. Fingers danced lightly over Cambria’s side, waiting and watching her face for what would come next.

How Cambria knew was a mystery, but something Mati had wondered in the past. Her thoughts were too clouded to bring the question to light now, but she had asked herself it before. Cambi was beautiful, sweet and everything any other beast would want. She assumed that Cambria could know more, have others before her that gave her the experience that Mati lacked. Mati hated all those unknown faces, the one or two that Mati allowed herself to assume had touched the Marino girl before her. Mati needed her, to be the one that gave such pleasure and to always be the one Cambria wanted in return. But now, she was grateful that what the other female had experienced could be taught to her. Her feelings towards her nameless past lovers would not change, but in this moment she thanked them.


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Someday, and probably soon, she would have to tell Mati about Lolita and what had happened between them in the city. Cambria feared how Mati would react, and hoped that it wouldn't hurt her. Even more so, she hoped that it wouldn't degrade her in the other female's eyes at all. What had happened hadn't been intentional on her part, she hadn't known what was going on. That didn't change the fact that it had happened though. Didn't change the fact that she hadn't been pure and untouched when her heart had grown to care for the Church wolfess. This knowledge that she had, her lover would want to know where it came from. Cambi wouldn't lie to her, would never lie to her, but she was scared of what the truth might cause. In this moment though, she couldn't be afraid. She supposed she could have played ignorant, as if she were just as lost as Mati was when it came to this. It wouldn't have worked though. What Mati had seen already said that much, but even if she hadn't seen that, Cambria wouldn't be able to hold in her knowledge. She wanted to share it with the other fey, and could not keep it to herself.


She wondered, briefly, if Mati would ask now how she knew those things. The girl hoped not, she didn't want to ruin this moment, and thankfully the questions did not come yet. The other female's larger form moved gracefully to lay beside her, a hand reaching out to bring her close. Of course Cambria obliged, propping herself up on her own side and snuggling in close to the lighter fey. Mati's fingers tickled her sides anxiously and it made the girl's skin prickle beautifully. Her face leaned forward again, connecting their lips, sighing gratefully for the taste of her once more. For a moment she just lost herself in the kiss, reveling in the connection that had become so strong so fast. Cambi wanted to be able to kiss these lips whenever she wanted. She wanted to be Mati's, and Mati's only. Her heart could never be unfaithful to the artist that painted her world in the most beautiful shades of happiness.


Her lips moved, kissing along her jaw just as Mati had done to her. Fingers brushed up lightly through the fur of her abdomen until they once again reached her perfectly rounded breast. The dark fingers traced along the curve, memorizing it with her touch. They then brushed up to the peak, a single fingertip rubbing gently against the nipple that hid beneath the richly colored fur. Cambi's kisses reached the top of Mati's neck and then her tongue drew down it, reaching the prominent collarbone. Ivory teeth nibbled delicately against the skin that covered the bone, drowning in the wonderful taste of her skin. The nipple beneath her fignertips had become hard with her loving stimulation and she pinched it lightly. The heat in her loins was becoming more and more prominent, and she wedged one of her legs between Mati's, locking their lower limbs together.

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Mati constantly needed more, asked for it in a silent gesture, the pull of her hand, the shiver of her spine, the yearning flame that raged behind her purple gaze. It spoke to the other female, telling how she wanted her. She was not spoiled, in knowing that this was not her first, but she did become Mati’s. The older wolfess would not share her, nor be able to live with the knowledge that Cambria might ever wish for one other then she. The past would dissipate, as quickly as the world around them fell to the intensity that they created. What had happened could come to light, and Mati would react how ever she did, she did not know yet what she would say, for her mind was consumed by the motions made by the other female, but she would be understanding and wish to know if she matched up to those that had come before.

But in these seconds, Cambria took control showing her in the subtlest of ways how incredible they could make one another feel. Her smaller form moved to rest against Mati’s, and the large hand held her back to cradle her there. Her lips caught those of her lovers and she returned the kiss deeply, her tongue licking them lightly as they parted and left to search her jaw and neck. She lifted her nose, giving Cambria access to every inch of her sensitive skin and the pulse beneath it. A hand trailed passed her stomach, returning to the supple flesh, touching it more indepth and stimulating the nipple that hid beneath her fur. Mati closed her eyes at the exciting feeling, flinching slightly at first and then melting from the heat that rose from between her legs. She moved into the hand, seeking the pressure and her delicate fingers.

Lips parted, her breath deep and heavy as Cambria stirred her arousal in a whole new way. Her own hand held the female’s side, hugging the curve of her hip and drawing her closer as their legs became intertwined. It reached further downward, feeling the curve just beyond her tail and holding the soft furred cheek. She was weightless under her hand, the leg she touched moving up her own as she raked her claws down the back of her thigh to draw their cores and the heat that live there closer.



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