Roseanne trembled as Lisa slid her fingers beneath the straps of Roseanne's bra – such a serviceable, simple bra, just plain white cotton with no embellishments or detailing. "You're cold."
Roseanne's eyes were hooded when they collided with Lisa's. "Not at all."
Lisa frowned. So why was Roseanne shaking? Shock? Guilt punched Lisa in the side. Lisa shouldn't be doing this. Not after the ordeal Roseanne'd been through today. But Roseanne's plaintive statement rang inside Lisa's mind – if you're not interested in me... There'd been such uncertainty in that pronouncement, even when Roseanne'd shrouded it in obvious bravado. Lisa'd felt it reverberating off Roseanne, as though Roseanne truly believed Lisa might not have been fighting a war with her own desires since Roseanne'd stripped out of her dress and stood before Lisa in just her underwear, so achingly vulnerable for a reason Lisa couldn't exactly pinpoint.
It wasn't that Lisa disapproved of casual sex. Since Lisa'd realized how she'd felt for Jennie, her best friend's wife, Lisa'd only allowed herself to engage in brief, meaningless affairs, just like this. It was the safest way to avoid giving any woman false hope – and that was something Lisa'd never do. Having known the sting of unrequited love, Lisa never intended for a woman to suffer that feeling because of her actions. One day Lisa'd marry, but that would be a marriage of convenience and her bride would understand those terms.
Lisa had no issue with meaningless sex and yet there was something about Roseanne that frustrated her– the ease with which Roseanne did this, the fact Roseanne thought it was good enough, for her.
The sentiment brought a frown to Lisa's lips even as she slid the straps of Roseanne's bra down her arms, tiny goosebumps forming on Roseanne's flesh as Lisa stripped her of the garment to reveal two perfect, generous breasts. Lisa feasted her eyes on them, pale and creamy with dusky aureoles, the nipples erect and begging for Lisa's touch.
"Not cold?" Lisa murmured, lifting a finger and flicking one so Roseanne gasped, the plea in Roseanne's eyes tormenting Lisa with white-hot need.
"No."
Lisa's smile was laced with mockery. "Then what?" Lisa moved her free hand to Roseanne's other breast, cupping it, feeling the weight of it in her palm, rubbing her calloused thumb over Roseanne's sensitive nipple, watching the play of emotions dance across Roseanne's face. Roseanne's responsiveness was a heady aphrodisiac and Lisa felt some of her legendary control slipping.
"Hot," Roseanne murmured in response, her eyes sweeping shut as she moaned softly, swaying her hips forward so her flat belly connected with Lisa's arousal. Roseanne blinked up at Lisa, pink in Roseanne's cheeks as her awareness of Lisa's length became obvious.
"Yes, Roseanne," Lisa said quiet, dropping her head to nuzzle Roseanne's neck. "I want you."
Roseanne moaned.
"Can you feel it?" Lisa pushed forward at the same time she clamped a hand around Roseanne's back, holding her with vice-like strength against her, so Roseanne could be in no doubt as to how hard Lisa was for her.
Roseanne's answer was a little trill in her throat.
Roseanne'd said she wanted to feel alive after what had happened to them, and Lisa felt that too. There was a sense of triumph flaring in Lisa's veins at having survived the explosions today, and at having brought Roseanne to safety. A primal, animalistic sense of achievement that made Lisa want to rush headlong into this act, regardless of how Lisa might feel when the sun rose.
Lisa ran her hand lower then, into the dip at the small of Roseanne's back and beneath the elastic of her underpants, cupping Roseanne's bottom so Roseanne gasped and writhed at the simple touch, as though Roseanne hadn't been expecting the intimacy even after pushing them towards this edge.
Lisa's laugh was low in her throat. "You act like a shy little virgin."
Roseanne gasped again, a noise Lisa realised she could get addicted to.
"Such a contradiction." Lisa removed Roseanne's underpants, sliding them down her legs until Roseanne could step out of them, cupping her naked bottom with both hands, holding Roseanne pressed against her body and revelling in the sensation of flesh to flesh. Lisa could think of nothing but this woman in that moment. Not Roseanne's position within the Mosar royal family, not the fact Roseanne was the sister of Lisa's enemy, Lisa could think of nothing but Roseanne's softness and curves and sweet little noises.
Lisa lifted Roseanne's as effortlessly as she had outside the palace, right after the explosion, Lisa's strong hands curving around Roseanne middle as Lisa carried her to the bed in the corner of the room. It was not large but as Lisa placed her down Roseanne felt the softness beneath her back and relaxed into it, surprised that she felt no nerves, no regret – just excitement and desire. Both pounded Roseanne from the inside out in equal measure so Roseanne was reaching for Lisa's shoulders and dragging Lisa towards her, heat in her veins, trust in her heart. Lisa's face was over Roseanne's, Lisa's eyes probing, questioning, and even though Roseanne hadn't heard the question she nodded, because surely 'yes' was the only thing Roseanne could say in that moment.
Lisa's kiss was – strangely – unexpected. It was the first time Roseanne'd been kissed and despite having seen hundreds on movies and TV shows, or in the nightclubs she frequented, she was still unprepared for the heat that the touch of Lisa's lips to hers could ignite. Roseanne whimpered as the force of Lisa's lips separated hers and Lisa's tongue pushed into her mouth, duelling with hers, flicking her soft, moist flesh until Roseanne's back was arching and she was crying out at the sheer delirium of that sweet invasion. Roseanne's hands ran down Lisa's back, her nails drawing stripes on Lisa's flesh. Lisa's kiss only intensified, her body weight pushing Roseanne deeper into the bed, her hips pinning Roseanne as Lisa's arousal moved between her legs.
There was no time for anxiety. No time to second-guess the path she'd chosen. No time to wonder if she should tell Lisa she'd never done this before after all. They were caught in the path of a freight train. Lisa's knee separated Roseanne's legs and then, as she was caught up in the hypnotic perfection of Lisa's mouth's dominance of hers, Lisa drove into Roseanne hard and fast, one thrust pushing away Roseanne's innocence, sweeping past the invisible barrier so Roseanne froze, the pain instant and intense.
Roseanne didn't speak Lisa's language but she understood Lisa's curse as she muttered it into Roseanne's mouth before pulling away, Lisa's head lifted enough to enable her to stare down accusingly at Roseanne, shock obvious in the darkness of Lisa's eyes.
But already the pain was dissipating, leaving pleasure and need in its wake, so Roseanne shook her head, lifting a hand to Lisa's shoulder, trying to pull Lisa back. "Don't stop."
Lisa continued to stare at Roseanne.
"Please." And Roseanne lifted her hips in a silent, ancient invitation, an intrinsic understanding of how her body needed to move fuelling her movements. Lisa cursed again, her lips a tight line in her face and then she withdrew a little and drove into Roseanne once more, more gently at first, Lisa's eyes watching her, reading her, Lisa's hands running over Roseanne's body to cup her breasts, her nipples, Lisa's eyes always on Roseanne's face, Lisa's body quickly becoming Roseanne's master, and Roseanne quickly Lisa's total, willing slave.
Rational thought, awareness, perception all shifted and changed, sliding away as pleasure devoured Roseanne completely. Her body was unrecognisable. Roseanne was calling out Lisa's name, over and over, and it was the first time she'd used it. Until then, Lisa'd been 'your highness'. Roseanne didn't notice the transgression, and Lisa didn't care.
Flames were licking the soles of Roseanne's feet; she was pulsing all over, and her heart felt like it might burst from her chest. Stars filled her eyes, pinpricks of light against the darkness of her lids and she dug her nails into Lisa's arms in a futile attempt to anchor herself to some kind of reality. But Roseanne couldn't; it wasn't possible. Roseanne was exploding, every cell in Roseanne's body flying from her, cosmic dust combining within her as pleasure rung out, and she morphed into something and someone she didn't recognise.
Lisa watched Roseanne through it all, Lisa's body stilling as Roseanne climaxed, letting her feel every inch of that orgasm, watching Roseanne's breasts as they moved with the force of her breathing then Lisa shifted again, slowly at first before Lisa increased her movements, showing Roseanne how gentle Lisa'd been the first time. Now, Lisa wasn't gentle. Lisa'd surrendered to her passion completely, and she drove into Roseanne so hard and so deep that Roseanne cried out, wrapping her legs around Lisa begging her for more even as Lisa filled her so completely. Lisa didn't stop. Lisa's power and possession were absolute. Lisa caught Roseanne's hands and trapped them easily over her head, pinning them there with one hand while her other roamed Roseanne's body, twisting her nipples, flicking her flesh until Roseanne was almost crying with the force of pleasure Lisa was invoking.
Lisa didn't speak to her. Lisa said nothing, but there was no need for words. Pleasure was a fierce, saturating beast. Another wave of it caught hold, dragging Roseanne and she pulled at her hands, needing to touch Lisa or do something, but Lisa held her still, and that was even more exciting, more exhilarating. Roseanne writhed beneath Lisa, Lisa's name an incantation on Roseanne's lips as Roseanne tumbled over the edge of sanity once more, and this time, she wasn't alone. Lisa came with her, releasing Roseanne's wrists so she could wrap an arm beneath Roseanne and lift her to her, kissing Roseanne then, kissing Roseanne as she spilled herself into Roseanne completely, a guttural oath lost in the cavern of her mouth and soul, so that a part of Lisa was now a part of Roseanne and always would be.
"That," Lisa said on a rough exhalation, "should not have happened."
Beneath Lisa, Roseanne's face blanched visibly, Roseanne's eyes closing at Lisa harshly delivered summation. Lisa grimaced, regretting the tone of her own words as soon as she'd uttered them. But nothing made sense, and even less so because Lisa was still riding a wave of euphoria, her body delighting in h Roseanne's er incredible tightness and responsiveness, in the way Roseanne'd welcomed Lisa and answered her passion so perfectly.
"I – I'm sorry," Roseanne whispered. Lisa wanted to tell Roseanne not to apologise, Lisa wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault, but sense was returning and every question Lisa had now left her with the impression that Roseanne'd lied to her. A lie of omission, certainly, but that didn't change the fact Roseanne'd been a virgin and hadn't told Lisa. Roseanne knew what Lisa– and the world – thought of her.
Lisa'd literally said the words to Roseanne, so why hadn't Roseanne confessed the truth? And how the hell was it even possible?
"I don't understand." Lisa tried to keep anger from her voice, particularly when that anger was directed at herself. The more Lisa thought about it, the more she realised that the error had also been hers. Hadn't Lisa noticed Roseanne's responsiveness? Hell, Lisa'd mocked Roseanne for acting like a 'shy little virgin', without stopping to wonder why a woman with Roseanne's alleged experience would quiver at the mere sight of Lisa's naked chest.
"I know that."
Lisa pulled away from Roseanne with regret, a regret that intensified when she realised her other glaring oversight. Lisa hadn't used, nor had it even occurred to her to use, protection. It was a mistake Lisa had never made before, and something gripped her now at what the consequences of that error could be. Lisa stood, pacing away from Roseanne a little, needing some physical distance between them.
"How is this possible?" Lisa wrenched on her boxer shorts and sports bra, angry with herself now.
Roseanne was reaching for something – the bed covers, pulling them loose so she could shield her nakedness from Lisa's view.
"You mean, how is it possible someone like me has never had sex?"
"Yes."
"Especially when I'm such a world-renowned hussy, right?"
The hurt in Roseanne's voice pulled at something deep in Lisa's gut. "If I didn't know better, I would say you have gone out of your way to create that misperception of yourself, Roseanne. Why?"
Roseanne didn't meet Lisa's eyes. "Everyone thinks that just because I go to clubs and have a heap of friends I must be sleeping with them. Who was I to correct them?"
Lisa frowned. "It's more than that."
"Evidently not," Roseanne reminded Lisa with an uneven laugh.
Roseanne was lying to Lisa – and Roseanne wasn't very good at it, but Lisa let it go, for now.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Honestly?"
Lisa's eyes narrowed. "Always."
Roseanne's throat moved as she swallowed. Lisa wished Roseanne'd allow her eyes to meet Lisa's, but Roseanne was staring at the blanket with determination. "I wasn't thinking straight." Now Roseanne dared a glance in Lisa's direction, embarrassment heating her cheeks. But why? Didn't Roseanne realise what an aphrodisiac her passion was? "It's not like I was saving myself or anything."
Curiosity sparked. "So why?"
Roseanne shook her head. "Lots of reasons, I suppose."
"That's not an answer."
Something like heat flashed in Roseanne's gaze. "So what is?"
Lisa moved back to the bed, staring down at Roseanne as her own fingers tweaked one of Roseanne's nipples with indolent possession. Roseanne squawked in surprise, but that only lasted a second, then Roseanne moaned, tilting her head back, as pleasure usurped any other feeling.
"You are a very sensual woman, Roseanne. It is a part of your nature you have denied yourself. This cannot have been an accident."
"Maybe I'm not like this with other people," Roseanne said, then seemed to regret it, clamping her lips shut.
"You are saying you've never been made to feel like this?"
Roseanne stared mutinously straight ahead.
"You're saying that when anyone kisses you, you do not want them to keep going?" Lisa let her hand roam lower, pushing away the blanket with ease, until her fingers reached Roseanne's womanhood. "You're saying when someone kisses your mouth you do not think about then kissing you here?"
Roseanne groaned, a plea in her eyes when she looked to Lisa now. Lisa understood. Desire, invoked for the first time in Roseanne's life, was flooding her veins. Roseanne'd had a taste of pleasure and she wanted more. Lisa moved her fingers slowly, working them over Roseanne's sex in a rhythm designed to frustrate rather than delight.
"I'm saying," the words shuddered, "that I've never been kissed before tonight."
Lisa froze, her fingers incapable of moving past Roseanne's pronouncement.
"What?" Lisa's voice was hoarse.
Defiance returned to Roseanne's deep brown eyes. "You heard what I said."
"Heard it, yes. Understood it, no."
"Oh, come on, Lisa. Stop making me go over this. It's not a big deal. I've never been with anyone before. Never been kissed, never dated, never slept with no one. Got it?"
It was so preposterous Lisa could almost believe Roseanne was lying, except for two things. Lisa'd already assessed Roseanne to be a terrible liar, and Lisa had felt Roseanne's innocence for herself. Why would Roseanne lie now about having never been kissed?
"You're twenty three years old."
Roseanne shrugged. "So?"
Lisa lifted a brow, her meaning obvious.
"Fine, I'm an anachronism. Does this really matter? Let's just pretend I wasn't a virgin and never talk about it again." Roseanne batted Lisa's hand, embarrassment making Roseanne pull away. But Lisa wouldn't allow that. Lisa moved her hand back, her eyes challenging Roseanne to say something. There was relief in Roseanne's expression though, gladness that Lisa was near.
Lisa moved quickly now, stirring Roseanne to a fever pitch, before straightening, moving her hand to her own side. Roseanne's lips parted on a husky sound of complaint.
"Lie this way," Lisa gestured, and as Roseanne wriggled to comply, Lisa grabbed her thighs, pulling Roseanne the rest of the way, impatience making Lisa act.
Crouching down, Lisa's eyes met Roseanne's. "You have a lot of time to make up for."
Roseanne drew in a deep breath, and Lisa smiled as she moved her mouth to Roseanne's sex, running her tongue over Roseanne slowly, teasing her at first, before rolling her most sensitive cluster of nerves in her mouth, sucking Roseanne there hard and fast, alternating with her tongue until Roseanne was crying out, her fingers dragging through his Lisa's, Roseanne's legs lifting onto the bed in an effort to comprehend the depths of this pleasure.
"I can't –," Roseanne cried out, and Lisa smiled because Lisa understood. Roseanne was losing her mind in the best possible way, and Lisa was thrilled to be Roseanne's enabler. Her teacher, her guide.
But for how long? Sanity and reality would have to intrude soon, and then this would necessarily fade into the recesses of their minds, something neither thought of again. Unless...
When Roseanne's breathing had returned to normal, Lisa drew herself up Roseanne's body, pulling so their faces were level.
"We did not use protection before."
Roseanne frowned, then swore softly. "That's...not good."
"No." Lisa padded her thumb over Roseanne's lower lip, the plan she'd formed crystallising with every second that passed. "You do not need to be concerned for your safety. I have always, without fail, practiced safe sex."
"Oh." Roseanne nodded slowly. "That's a relief."
"However, the bigger question needs to be answered. You are not, I presume, on the pill?"
Roseanne's eyes flared wide, her hand lifting to cover her mouth. Roseanne shook her head wordlessly.
"I thought not."
"But I'm – I was a virgin. What are the chances of me falling pregnant after just one time?"
Lisa's lips twisted in a mocking smile. "Better than you would think." Lisa rolled her hips, wanting Roseanne to feel the physical pull of desire. If she was honest, Lisa'd admit that she wanted to confuse Roseanne with her need for Lisa.
Roseanne closed her eyes, hiding her inner-most thoughts from Lisa.
"You will need to come to the palace with me."
Roseanne blinked up at Lisa. "When? Why?"
Lisa considered that. Their situation had changed since arriving at this hut; Lisa had bigger concerns than shielding Roseanne from possible danger – now she had to grapple with the possibility Roseanne'd conceived her child too.
"We'll leave tonight, once my security minister has confirmed there's no immediate danger."
"And from your palace, I can get back to Mosar," Roseanne murmured, thinking aloud.
"No, habibte. Your place now is in Salim, with me."