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Rain patters at the window followed by a distant roll of thunder. Ophelia sits in bed, perfectly content with a book in her lap. Her pillow is perfectly fluffed, and the blankets are plush. A hot cup of tea steeps next to her. The savory aroma fills the room.
Licking her thumb, she flips the page. The scene intensifies as the knight saves the princess in a daring display of her undying love. Every word hooks her in further, eyes wide, heart beating. She bites her lip, interest piqued. She knows she should read something other than trashy romance novels, but with each kiss, every spur of the moment confession, she finds herself hopelessly addicted.
The bathroom door swings open, breaking her attention away from the novel. A cloud of steam billows out, followed by the silhouette of Ophelia's roommate, Natalie. Natalie walks into the room wearing only a towel. It hugs tight to her figure, drawing attention to the curve of her hips. The fabric rises up with each step, exposing soft thighs. Her breasts spill out at the top. Ophelia drinks in the sight, biting her lip. Her book sits forgotten in her lap
"Hi, Ophelia," Natalie bubbles at her.
She walks over to the dresser, Ophelia watching out of the corner of her eye. The towel falls to the floor, and her naked form draws Ophelia's attention further. Her naked figure stands on display, Natalie not seeming to notice or care about her captive audience. She bends over to dig through the drawers. Ophelia watches all the while, her roommate oblivious to her lustful staring.
"Hey, Nat,” she greets her back once she realizes she forgot to reply. “How was your shower?”
“Quite relaxing,” Nat answers. "What did you want to do for dinner tonight?"
You is Ophelia's initial thought. Although, her flirtatious intentions could easily be misunderstood given her unusual eating habits. Instead, she chooses a safer option.
"I dunno," she plays along. "What are you in the mood for?"
Natalie taps her chin as she thinks. Ophelia's heart flutters at the sight.
"Probably something with tofu. I have some in the fridge I need to cook,” Natalie muses. “I have a nice honey and sesame glaze to cook it with. I might have some rice noodles to go with them.”
"That sounds delicious." However, Ophelia's mouth waters for a different reason. "Are you going to put clothes on first?"
Natalie looks down, eyes wide when she realizes she is still naked. "Oh! Do you want me to?"
"No," Ophelia replies on instinct.
"You just like to see me naked."
"Can you blame me? Let me appreciate you."
"Appreciate my cooking!" Natalie pulls a shirt on, much to Ophelia's disappointment.
"Fine. Go cook." Ophelia shoos her away.
"I'm trying to! Stop distracting me!"
“I’m not distracting you. You're distracting yourself."
"Nuh-uh," Natalie argues. She hops into a pair of boxers as she exits the room. The door clicks shut, and Ophelia is alone once again. She lets out a strained breath.
"Oh, Nat," she sighs quietly. Her attention turns back to the book in her lap. Anything to take her mind off of her painfully attractive roommate. As she starts reading, the story pulls her back in.
The knight rescues the princess after a long battle against a fearsome dragon. They're finally alone together, the world calm and quiet. They take shelter by a tree, the knight too wounded to continue forward. Its branches heavy with leaves provide them privacy. With the battle over, they can finally rest.
The princess, however, only has eyes for the other. She tears the skirt of her dress to tend to her knight's wounds. Her hand lingers as she wipes the blood from her cheek. Eyes gaze with intent. Tension hangs heavy, building with every gentle touch or fleeting glance. Ophelia's face flushes, knowing what comes next.
The characters embrace, lips meeting for a tender kiss. Every emotion spills out at once. Ophelia reads faster, blood pumping.
Touches become more deliberate. Straps come undone as armor clamors to the ground. The lovers fall into each other, hands exploring their bodies with lust. Clothes peel away. The knight straddles the princess, doting on her with loving lips. She whispers sweet nothings into her ear.
Ophelia turns the page.
Ophelia hears Natalie's voice saying such loving words to her. She imagines Natalie lying underneath her, blue hair splayed on the pillow. Emerald eyes stare up at her, begging. The buttons of her blouse come undone, the fabric hanging off her shoulder. Bare skin teases her, unmarked by her teeth. Ophelia cannot take her eyes off of it. She undresses her further, leaving Natalie naked beneath her. She marvels at the sight.
"You're beautiful." She kisses her tenderly, making her gasp underneath her.
Natalie arches her back, silently begging for more. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths. Hands come up to grasp Ophelia, nails digging into her back as she bites soft skin. She feels her pain, her pleasure. Every gasp and moan is a choir in her ears.
Lips meet with a burning intention. Ophelia deepens the kiss, pressing into her hard. Hands start to wander, fingers teasing over sensitive skin. Finally, she finds herself between Natalie's thighs. Natalie whimpers, squirming at the touch. She spreads her legs to welcome her in.
The book lies forgotten beside her as Ophelia dreams about Natalie. Her hand slips between her own soft thighs, gently teasing over her underwear soaked with want. Her breath hitches as she strokes her clit through the fabric. A jolt of pleasure shoots up her spine, spreading over her body with an intimate warmth. She imagines it's Natalie's warm embrace, gripping her close while she makes love to her.
"Oh, Ophelia," Natalie moans into her ear, grinding against her hand. Sweat drips off her brow as tension builds hot and thick between them.
Ophelia rubs her deliberately, thumb circling over her clit tantalizingly slow. Natalie writhes under her, whimpering.
Fingers sneak underneath the hem of her underwear, raking through coarse hairs before finding soft flesh. Ophelia's body burns with desire, jolting with every touch. She feels fit to burst. Eyes closed, she imagines Natalie's body in place of her own. Natalie's moans fill her ears.
"Please," Natalie begs, hardly able to speak. "I'm so close. Please. I need you."
Teeth dig into her neck, biting down possessively. Ophelia claims her lover with dark bruises leading down to her collarbone. Natalie squirms at the touch, but Ophelia pins her to the mattress to keep her prey still. She shudders, breath hitching as Ophelia slips another finger inside her.
Soon, Natalie's moans turn to screams. Her body goes rigid, twitching from the excess of pleasure. Instincts take over, grabbing Ophelia like a rabid animal. Claws dig into skin. The scent of blood tickles Ophelia's nose, driving her wild.
"I love you, Ophelia," Natalie cries, tears streaming down her face. "I love you. I love you..." Her words dissolve into an incoherent murmurs as another orgasm washes over her. She bucks her hips into the other woman.
"Oh, Natalie," Ophelia mumbles to no one. "I love you too."
The book tumbles to the floor as her body jolts with the aftershocks of her climax. Her fingers remain, rubbing slowly over her sensitive clit.
"Fuck," she hisses. Sweat covers her body, chest heaving with labored breaths.
The door knob clicks, and reality comes crashing in. Ophelia panics, ripping her hands from her pants and placing them innocently above the sheets.
"Is everything alright?" Natalie pokes her head through the door.
"Yes!" Ophelia answers, her demeanor suggesting otherwise. Her face flushes red.
"Are you sure? I could have sworn I heard you calling for me."
"I- uh, you must have misheard."
Natalie squints. "Have you been crying?"
"I was reading," Ophelia explains, pawing for her book and finding it missing. "It was a particularly moving scene."
"Which book?" Natalie asks. "Is it the one you borrowed from me? With the lesbian knights?"
"Yeah, that one."
“That’s a good one. Although, I don’t remember any scenes that made me cry.”
“Is dinner going to be ready soon?” Ophelia quickly changes the subject.
“Oh, yeah!” Nat brightens. “It’s just cooling off right now.”
"Good." Ophelia hops off the bed. She walks by Nat, squeezing the other woman’s ass. "Although, I'm more excited for dessert."
"We don't have any-" Nat's cheeks turn bright red with the realization. "Oh."
“I’ll go set the table.”
“I’ll get the wine!” She skips after her.