Ivy stepped hesitantly into the kitchen, her small frame swallowed by Harper’s sweatshirt and sweatpants. The oversized clothes hung loosely, the sweatshirt sleeves draped past her hands, and the waistband of the pants cinched tight to keep them from slipping down. She looked adorably out of pce in Harper’s world of sharp edges and tailored perfection, but somehow, she fit.

  Harper gnced up from the stovetop, stirring a pot of pasta, and her heart stumbled in her chest. Ivy, her hair still damp and face flushed from the bath, looked softer than ever. The sight of her in Harper’s clothes—her space, her life—was a vision that felt impossibly tender.

  "Smells good," Ivy said, padding closer. Her voice was light but carried a teasing lilt. "Just make sure you don’t burn it this time."

  Harper rolled her eyes, but her lips quirked into a grin. "One time. That happened one time."

  Ivy giggled, a sound so bright and genuine that Harper felt an almost magnetic pull toward her. She turned down the burner and stepped away from the stove, her hands instinctively reaching for Ivy.

  “You’re dangerous, you know that?” Harper murmured, her voice low, a touch unsteady.

  Ivy tilted her head, confused but smiling. “Dangerous? Me?”

  Harper didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned down and captured Ivy’s lips with her own. The kiss started soft, testing, but when Ivy sighed against her, Harper was gone.

  Their kiss deepened, growing hungrier, more urgent. Harper’s hands found Ivy’s waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. Ivy gasped softly, and Harper took the opportunity to lift her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter.

  "Harper—" Ivy started, her voice breathless, but whatever she was about to say was lost when Harper kissed her again, her lips traveling down to the delicate curve of Ivy’s neck.

  “You look so good like this,” Harper murmured between kisses, her voice reverent, almost possessive. Her hands slid under the hem of the sweatshirt, the warmth of Ivy’s skin meeting her fingertips.

  Ivy shivered, not from the cold but from the intensity of Harper’s touch. Harper pulled the sweatshirt over Ivy’s head, revealing the smooth expanse of tawny skin beneath. She paused momentarily, drinking in the sight before her, her breath hitching.

  “You’re stunning,” Harper whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She pressed her lips to Ivy’s shoulder, then the soft curve of her breast, her hands cradling Ivy’s waist as if she were something fragile and precious.

  Ivy’s hands tangled in Harper’s hair, pulling her closer. Her ughter bubbled out suddenly, soft and breathless. “You’re going to burn the pasta again,” she teased, though her voice wavered with the heady mix of desire and amusement.

  An acrid smell reached them, and Ivy squealed, “Harper, the garlic!”

  Harper groaned but couldn’t help the grin spreading across her face. She turned and grabbed the pan, dumping it unceremoniously into the sink. The kitchen filled with a sharp hiss of steam, but Harper didn’t care.

  She turned back to Ivy, her expression unreadable for a moment before she broke into a soft ugh. “You’re more important than garlic,” she said simply, her tone ced with sincerity.

  Before Ivy could respond, Harper scooped her off the counter, eliciting a surprised yelp that turned into a ugh. Harper carried her to the couch, setting her down gently before joining her.

  Their lips found each other again, their kisses slower now, deeper, more deliberate. Harper’s hands roamed Ivy’s sides, her back, every touch carrying unspoken devotion. Ivy melted into her, her ughter fading into soft, contented sighs as they lost themselves in each other.

  Harper pulled off her singlet, wanting to feel Ivy’s skin against hers. She scooped up the more petite girl and moved her easily onto her p, getting Ivy to straddle her.

  Ivy smiled.” Mhmm…you like it when your lovers are on top?” she grinned, grinding slowly against Harper’s taunt body.

  Harper smirked. “Only the ones I want to look at while I fuck them,” she said as one hand settled on the small of Ivy’s back while the other untied the strings that were keeping Harper’s sweatpants up on Ivy’s hips.

  Ivy gasped and held onto Harper’s shoulders, her body shivering under Harper’s possessive yet gentle hold.

  As Harper released the strings and the pants slid down, Harper leaned forward and started peppering Ivy’s skin with sweet kisses, enjoying the little moans and sighs that Ivy let out in her arms.

  Harper then slipped her free hand into the hot space between Ivy’s legs, not quite touching her yet, just running her fingers along the inner thighs, enjoying the feeling of Ivy’s flesh on her hands for the first time.

  Ivy bent forward; the teasing soft touches on her skin drove her crazy.

  “Harper, please,” Ivy gasped, burying her face in the crook of Harper’s neck.

  “Please, what? Tell me what you need, princess,” Harper replied breathlessly; even though she knew precisely what Ivy needed, she wanted to hear her say it.

  “I want you to touch me,” Ivy moaned, her head falling completely onto Harper’s shoulder.

  Harper’s hand on Ivy’s back ran up her spine slowly, swirling circles on the skin gently. The hand stopped at Ivy’s neck, pulling her head back so that she could lean down and start peppering kisses on Ivy’s bare shoulder.

  “Touch you where, babe?” Harper asked breathlessly, right into Ivy’s ear, grinning as she knew exactly what Ivy wanted and was prolonging everything.

  “Inside me, I want you inside-” Ivy begged and gasped as Harper’s hand on Ivy’s neck pushed her down by her shoulder, and her hand came up to meet her clit, sending shivers throughout Ivy’s body.

  “Harper!” Ivy gasped, pulling back, her hands bracing herself on Harper’s shoulders, who looked up at her and grinned.

  “Yes, princess?” Harper asked with a sly grin, her eyes twinkling as her fingers made slow, zy swirls in Ivy’s depths.

  Ivy gulped, her breath coming out short, panting. “Y-You can’t just tease a girl like that,” Ivy admonished. However, the scolding was lost on Harper as the slightest flick to Ivy’s clit seemed to send the sun-kissed vixen over the edge.

  “Tell me more, princess,” Harper growled; however, before Ivy could say anything, Harper pulled Ivy towards her hungrily, capturing a breast with her lips, slowly sucking the chocote brown nipple into the mouth, using her tongue to slowly swirl it, eliciting the most profound moans that Ivy had ever made.

  All thoughts were immediately driven out of Ivy’s head as Harper continued to draw slow, steady circles around Ivy’s wet clit, enjoying how she could slowly feel Ivy’s sex becoming engorged under her gentle touch.

  Ivy, on the other hand, was a trembling mess, gasping and clutching onto Harper’s muscur shoulders. She was unable to pull away as Harper’s other hand was firmly pnted on her back, keeping her close so that Harper could have her fill of Ivy’s supple bosom.

  “Please, Harper, you’re driving me crazy,” Ivy begged, her skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she struggled to keep herself on her knees.

  Harper pulls back and lets out a satisfied, possessive chuckle, looking up at Ivy, her dream girl, panting and writhing at her touch. It was music to Harper’s ears to have Ivy begging her to do more to her; however, Harper didn’t want to break her, not just yet anyway, so she forced herself to hold back and let Ivy tell her what she wanted.

  “Tell me what you want, my fairy princess, my woodnd nymph,” Harper purred, stroking Ivy’s perfectly soft and smooth skin.

  “I want your fingers deep inside me,” Ivy confessed bluntly, her eyes darkened with lust as she grinds herself against Harper’s hand.

  Harper growls low, a deep, almost primal need building up inside her, but she restrains herself and smiles wryly at the beauty in the palm of her hand.

  “Of course, but you must be still for me. Can you do that, Princess? I want to make you feel good,” Harper said soothingly, waiting for Ivy to stop.

  Ivy complied, whimpering a little as she ceased her grinding.

  “Good girl," Harper purred and leaned forward, her hand on Ivy’s back going up to cup the back of Ivy’s head and bring down her face so that Harper could capture her sweet, subtle lips. At the same time, Harper entered her, thoroughly enjoying Ivy’s moans of pleasure as she kissed Harper, Ivy’s body shuddering under Harper’s gentle and slow insertion into Ivy’s most delicate pce.

  Harper broke off the kiss and pulled out at the same time.

  “How was that princess?” Harper smiled slyly, wondering if Ivy would pick up on the pattern she had subtly put down.

  “More, I need more,” Ivy whined, breathless and needy in Harper’s arms.

  Harper leaned back, licking her lips and raising an eyebrow. “Then come here,” Harper growled, enjoying having this much control over the object of her affection.

  Ivy leaned forward and kissed Harper again, and Harper re-entered Ivy’s hot center, lingering longer as Ivy deepened the kiss. When they broke apart for a second time, Ivy felt dizzy by how much Harper kept her on edge.

  “Are you seriously going to only fuck me if I kiss you?” Ivy gasped, desperate for something faster and harder.

  “So you picked up on that, huh?” Harper smirked and grinned and took Ivy’s chin in her hand. “If you want it so badly, what are you waiting for?”

  Ivy moaned, her desire heightened as Harper pyed with her soft folds instead of touching either her clit or entering her.

  “Ok,” Ivy groaned and leaned forward, her arms wrapping themselves around Harper’s neck, and started kissing Harper feverishly, desperate and needy.

  Harper didn’t waste any time. She slipped inside Ivy’s soft cunt and started rhythmically, pumping in and out, eliciting whimpers and moans from Ivy as she continued to kiss Harper earnestly.

  Ivy pulled back and moaned. “I-I think I’m coming, I can’t think…” she gasped, her eyes completely gzed over.

  Harper was breathing heavily, too, doing all she could not to sm the vixen into the couch and properly have her way with her. She wasn’t going to terrify her right from the start, but she desperately wanted to mark her, own her, make sure that everyone knew it and no one tried to touch her ever again.

  “It’s ok, princess, let me show you how I like to kiss,” Harper said in a low growl, her free hand running itself through Ivy’s hair and dragging the more petite girl back down to her, her lips capturing Ivy’s mouth. Ivy whimpered as Harper gently bit her lower lip, coaxing Ivy’s mouth to open for her and immediately, diving in, Harper’s tongue dominating Ivy’s depths. As Harper entered Ivy with her tongue, her fingers entered Ivy’s nether lips, effectively filling Ivy up from the bottom to the top.

  Ivy moaned as Harper's tongue rolled and overwhelmed her while increasing the pace and pressure inside her as well, her finger deep inside of her. Ivy could barely hold on as Harper filled up all her senses, driving out any st thoughts she had, leaving her mind completely bnk.

  Harper broke the kiss as she could feel Ivy cmping down around her finger, her hips grinding against Harper’s hand, clearly just tethering on the edge of an orgasm.

  “Yes, yes, Harper, yes,” Ivy excimed, dropping her head into the crook of Harper’s neck, her breath warming Harper’s skin.

  “You’re so beautiful, princess,” Harper growled as she grabbed Ivy’s excited hips and pressed her down, holding her in pce even though she knew Ivy so desperately wanted to move.

  Ivy threw her head back and excimed, finding her movements restricted.

  “Shhh, it’s ok, Ivy, trust me, let me get you where you want to go,” Harper cooed, her eyes dark with lust as she slowly guided Ivy’s hips, her hands gently but firmly controlling Ivy’s writhing body.

  “O-Ok, sorry,” Ivy sighed, trying to calm down and allow Harper to take over and bring her to a climax.

  As Ivy relented to Harper’s request, Harper bent forward and captured Ivy’s other nipple, which she hadn’t tasted yet, and started sucking and licking, swirling it in her mouth, enjoying the soft flesh.

  Ivy groaned. “H-Harper…why do I get the feeling that you don’t want me to climax?”

  Harper snickered, pulling back and looking up at Ivy with eyes shining. “Ah, you caught me. Can you bme me? I never want to stop seeing you look like this.”

  “Harper, I’m so close, though, I feel dizzy like I’m going to colpse. Please, what can I do? I’ll do anything,” Ivy begged, which only fuelled Harper’s desire to keep teasing and pying with her slowly like this.

  “Oh? Anything?” Harper purred, the hand on Ivy’s waist snaking around her body until Harper's entire arm gripped Ivy's waist while maintaining her slow circles on Ivy’s hot center.

  “Anything that I can do, yes,” Ivy begged, feeling the waves of arousal wash over her hard. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and all she wanted to do was fuck herself on Harper’s hand, but she was no match for Harper’s body which regurly trained, keeping the more petite girl in pce no matter how much Ivy tried to fight it.

  “Then tell me what I want to hear,” Harper growled, her eyes narrowing as she gazed up at Ivy.

  Ivy’s eyes widened, confused. “What do you want to hear me say?”

  “That you’re mine,” Harper smirked, wondering if Ivy would say it.

  “I-I can’t…we’re not even…dating…”Ivy froze.

  Harper froze. Something dark crossed her eyes, but she suppressed it immediately.

  Harper shrugged. “Then let’s pretend. Here, now, in this moment. Tell me that you’re mine, and I’ll give you what you want,” Harper said with an easy grin, but nothing was easy about that request.

  Harper silently vowed she would make Ivy realize she was already hers sooner or ter; she needed time and encouragement to admit it. Tonight, Harper would accept the farce, but the next time….

  “P-pretend…ok, I guess”, Ivy stammered out, figuring that it was something she could muster doing; also, being this on edge was driving her insane, and she desperately wanted a release...

  Ivy leaned forward, her lips next to Harper’s ears, and whispered, “I’m yours.”

  That finished Harper. Harper's eyes fluttered half-closed; she gulped and leaned forward, pulling Ivy against her and biting down on Ivy’s shoulder like a starved animal.

  Ivy cried out from the sudden pain. However, that was completely forgotten as Harper started pounding into Ivy, a hand on her waist keeping her down to increase the pressure and force of each impact upon her crotch.

  Ivy gasped and whimpered and whined, her entire body on fire as Harper drove her meticulously and quietly into one of the most mind-blowing orgasms that she had ever experienced.

  “I’m yours, Harper, I’m yours,” Ivy kept saying into Harper’s ear as Harper continued to fuck her; the only other sounds in the room were their breath and the sound of something hard entering something wet and slick fast.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Ivy excimed, her arms around Harper tightened as Harper kept the same pace, her free hand stroking Ivy’s back gently, often lingering on Ivy’s derriere.

  “Come for me, baby,” Harper growled out hoarsely as she pulled back from biting down on Ivy’s shoulder and started kissing up Ivy’s bare neck, swirling her tongue into the curves of Ivy’s ear.

  “Ah~!!!!” Ivy screamed; the minute Harper’s tongue touched her ear, Ivy came.

  Ivy’s entire body just shuddered. Spasm after spasm of arousal hit and made Ivy shake uncontrolbly. She colpsed against Harper’s chest, breathing heavily, drifting on a cosmic high that Harper had driven her to. Ivy murmured Harper's name and “I’m yours” over and over again as she seemed to go in and out of consciousness, her hands slipping off Harper's shoulders as she weakly clung to what little sembnce of consciousness she had left.

  Harper lowered the petite girl to the couch and returned to the kitchen, turning on the sink to wash her hands…, but before that, she slipped her finger into her mouth, dying a little inside as she realized that Ivy tasted so sweet and slightly salty. She had the most delicious vagina juices she had ever tasted, and she had had many already. Perhaps it was all that organic homegrown food she consume.

  Swooning at something so perverted and yet so decadent, Harper washed her hands properly and grabbed some water bottles. She picked up the discarded sweatshirt and returned to the couch, handing Ivy a water bottle and the top.

  Ivy slowly sat up and graciously accepted both, pulling the top over her head before cracking open the water bottle and drinking almost half within the first few gulps.

  “Easy, Ivy, slow down; I have a lot more where that came from,” Harper teased, drawing the little vixen to her side.

  “I-I’m sorry,” Ivy said, sighed, and looked up at Harper. “Also, I finished and haven’t even touched you…” Ivy apologized.

  Harp shook her head. “ You worry too much; just rex here with me. All I care about is seeing your happy, cute face, safe and sound next to me,” Harper said, drawing Ivy closer, an arm draping over Ivy’s shoulders securely.

  The city lights outside cast a soft glow through the windows, illuminating the two of them wrapped in each other’s arms. A world of chaos and uncertainty fades away beyond the gss.