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Radinov had been taken care of. They were safe. They were free. They were home, without having to worry. Well. At least for now.
It should've been a normal day. Back to gunsmithing and (usually) bounty hunting as usual.
Rally was still recovering and May was very much not chomping at the bit to get out there again and chase down bounties after the last fiasco.
Rally stood by the counter in the shared kitchen, sighing out. Her arm was at least good enough to move again, after the knife wound from Radinov had healed.
It didn't help that it still ached, though. But hey, at least while she was recovering she didn't have to wear much in the way of clothes. She'd lived with May long enough that they could handle each other barely wearing any clothes.
A simple t-shirt and panties day for her, it seemed.
May was currently on the couch, watching some TV show neither of them could care about but really it's just on for the noise more than anything.
Rally was worried for May. She still is. If she hadn't been quicker. If she'd been a bit unlucky. If Radinov had been a hair better. If…if anything had gone wrong she probably would've been burying May, rather than looking at her relaxing in their shared home.
“How you feeling?” May piped up first. “Because I can feel you burning holes into my head from your eyes.”
Tch. Damn that May. Ever the perceptive one, despite her age.
“Just worried about you.” Rally admitted, as May turned her head.
“Really Rally? You're worried about me? You're the one that was almost a dead girl walking after that entire mess.” May reminded her, shaking her head. “I mean I was literally having to hold you together. Or do I need to remind you my hand was covered in a significant amount of your blood?”
Rally sighed, slowly walking over to behind the couch. “Yes I'm worried about you. You were the one that was kidnapped. You were closer to death than I was. Especially with someone like that Russian bitch being your kidnapper.”
May scoffed, looking up at Rally “Oh come on you can't be that worried about-”
She saw the look Rally had in those eyes of hers.
Deep blue pools, full of regret and shame. It shook May just a little bit to see Rally like this. Her own green eyes widened in shock.
“Oh my God, you are worried about me. Rally, really, I would've been fine!” May tried to assure Rally of this but it wasn't really working.
Soon enough, Rally leaned down, and hugged May close to her body.
May was more nonplussed now. “Rally. Hey, it's fine!” Rally never did things like this. Rally wasn't affectionate to anything besides her guns and her car. Rally doesn't bend her body over the couch to hug May.
Hell, she's never even really touched May unless it's necessary!
This isn't the Rally that May knows.
Rally shrugs a bit. “I was just so worried for you.” She hugged a little tighter, her body starting to shake. “When Radinov had grabbed you and kidnapped you. I didn't know…I didn't know what she'd do to you. I was so worried.”
May blushed. Rally was a lot of things to her. She was dependable. She was strong. Smart. A bit smug. A lot of things.
But to see Rally all sappy like this? It seems that whole ordeal affected Rally more than she thought it would.
“What if I'd been a second slower? What if she did hurt you? The day is saved and it's all over but I can't help but worry. I was careless and as a result, you were almost hurt.” Rally continued on, before something interrupted her.
It was May’s finger, poking her nose. “But I wasn't, Rally. You saved me and then we got Radinov in the end there. So it's fine, Rally.” May said, pouting a bit.
Rally had her mouth agape, she hadn't expected to be stopped during her little word vomit she was about to spill.
But her mouth shifted gears into a smile. “You're right May. I was just trapped in my head there.” She said, but she didn't unwrap her arms from around the blonde.
May gave a little huff, turning to face her partner in crime. “If anything, I should be worried about how you're holding up. Your arm. Your ribs. Everything.”
May was starting to be the upset one now. She shivered a bit and Rally could see the pin pricking of tears in the corner of those emerald eyes.
“I mean, for god sakes I was literally holding you together! I had my hands on your body and your blood was trickling into my hands! I could feel your heartbeat every time more spilled out!” The blonde barked.
“It puddled up on the floor! And ALL I could do was try and hold it in you in vain!” Oh no. Rally had really done it this time. She uncorked the bottle of vitriolic emotions that was ‘Minnie’ May Hopkins this time.
“I mean how do you think I felt, Rally?!” May barked out another time. “How do you think I felt, literally holding you upright and feeling your life potentially slip through my hands, huh?” She yelled out at Rally.
Before…that anger turned into grief.
Hot tears flowing down the face of the blonde and onto the couch. The saltwater that all people make seeping into the fibers of the cushions. Where it'd probably stay forever, never to be cleaned away.
“Sorry. I just. I think I was worried for you about as much as you were worried for me.” May barely murmured, trying to keep sobs and chokes in as she wiped her eyes.
Rally gave a more sad smile in return to those tears. “Oh, May.” She muttered out, moving awkwardly up and over the back of the couch to sit next to May. A really daring move, to say the least.
Rally was still healing from her wounds. So attempting a maneuver like this was a really dangerous attempt.
One leg over the couch, settling a bit into the cushioning before slowly hoisting her other leg up and over. Now she was sitting on her knees next to May.
They could both see each other's scars and wounds for what they were, now. Bathed in the multicolor light of the TV across from the couch.
Out of the two, May was the least physically harmed from the altercation. Her hands were rope scarred and healing.
Rally was the really wounded one. Her arm. Her ribs and body. Her shoulder. It was a miracle she was still alive after all that blood she lost. May was right. She lost a lot of blood. But Rally wasn't going to tell May that.
May was still shedding tears at this point. She wanted to be consoled. She wanted to be hugged. She knew that. Rally knew that.
And so, Rally gave May what she needed. She leaned in, hugging May earnestly. Her hands found their place on May’s back. Her face found its own spot to nestle, right in the shoulder of her blonde partner.
“Rally, hey, I'm fine.” May tried to protest but…she hugged the mocha skinned woman back.
“No. I'm not fine. You really worried me there. And I worried you too. I'm sorry.” She breathed out, her tears stopping but her voice was still fraught with anguish and grief.
Rally nodded, her own emotions finally showing up. “Yeah. I'm sorry too, May. I'm real sorry for worrying you.” she breathed, feeling her pulse race.
She didn't dislike skinship. She just wasn't used to it. She was much more intimate with guns and her car.
People were messy. They were these wiry yarn balls of emotions. These bundles of anger, sadness, happiness, fear and any other emotion. They were hard to defuse and understand, much like one of May’s explosives.
And also in the nature of an explosive, they were apt to set off if you tried.
So Rally didn't really bother with trying to understand people. She was friendly with them, sure. But she didn't seek any deeper connections. She didn't look to try and find companionship, as much as she knows she likes women.
She just can't do it.
Guns are easy to understand. Guns are all the same inside. You have a magazine well. A hammer. A striking pin. Springs. Election levers. Trigger mechanisms.
You can understand a gun, inside and out. Hell, Rally could probably reassemble a gun she's never seen before just by knowing how most guns go together.
Same thing with her car. She knows everything about that car. What it needs and when. What the noises it makes mean. What kind of gasoline it likes best. What brand of oil she takes best. What tires make it handle just right.
She knows mechanical things. Inorganic things. Things that don't have feelings. Things that don't hold weight. Things that are just things.
She doesn't know the first thing about dealing with people in a way that she understands firearms.
She can't strip down May to her bare insides and components to try and reassemble her. (And if she tried she'd be a psychopath.)
All she can do is try. And so that's what she's doing right now.
She wants to understand people deeper. She wants to understand May deeper. She wants to keep May safe and happy.
She doesn't know why her pulse is racing like this but it is.
May noticed it, there were perks to knowing how to please a body after all. “Hey. You okay?” She murmured into Rally’s ear. “Your heart is racing like a jackrabbit. What's up?”
“I don't know!” Rally gasped out. She pulled away a bit, looking May in the eyes. Sapphire meeting emerald. “I don't know if I'm okay or not!”
Now Rally was the one crying. Or at least her eyes were threatening to do it. “I don't know why my pulse is racing or why I want to understand you. I don't know what's up with me!”
“Rally…” May was amazed. The past few days have to have brought out a new Rally with the events that happened in them.
“I just know I want to worry about you May. I want to always keep you safe! I want to always see you okay! I want to wake up to see you still living here. I want to keep bounty hunting, and gunsmithing and everything else in between with you! I was so worried that stupid Russian bitch would take you and all that I enjoy away from me! ” Rally just kept sputtering out words now. She couldn't help it.
Just like she popped open the cork that May had on her, May opened the Rally Vincent vintage wine.
Emotions that were bottled up since they moved in together were probably bubbling out. And for all of Rally’s world to see.
May brought Rally back down to Earth, though. Those pale white hands found their place on Rally’s cheeks. Her soft thumbs gently wiping away the tears from those soft and deep blue eyes.
“Rally. That's called love, you know?” May said the words Rally sort of didn't want to hear. But Rally knew what all that word vomit actually meant, too.
“Love…?” Rally parroted softly, looking down at the woman she's still clinging to like a kitten.
She doesn't want to love May.
She doesn't want to get her hopes up. Getting her hopes up meant she could get rejected. Getting rejected means it would make things awkward. Things getting awkward means May might leave her.
She wants to love May. But loving May means that…it'll just end up with….
May leaving her. May… leaving her.
Rally can't handle the train of thought of May leaving. May leaving means she'd be alone again, except maybe for the occasional visits from Becky and maybe Agent Collins that she's (weirdly) gotten used to in a short amount of time.
She can't handle the idea of that.
She can't handle not having to know what May does and doesn't like on a pizza.
She can't handle not having to know what May’s favorite and only thing she orders from the local Chinese place.
She can't handle not waking up to May hogging the shower in the mornings.
She can't handle not seeing May fidget and fiddle with a new explosive, or painting and decorating her newest grenade concoctions.
She can't handle losing May.
She doesn't want to love May, because loving May means May will leave her.
“Yes Rally. It's okay to love. You know that, don't you?” May breathed out, in a calm and soothing tone.
“Even if I love you.” It was supposed to be a question. But Rally wanted to say those words honestly. So. They came out like a statement, not a question.
“Yes. Even if you love me.” May said, leaning up. And doing the thing Rally never expected May to do.
A kiss. Lips pressed against another set of lips. She could taste May’s lip gloss. It was sweet. A sweet bubbly taste. Like May’s personality.
Rally knows that kisses don't always mean love. But even, she wanted to believe it was reciprocated.
“Hey, May. You don't have to-” she tried to assure, her hands moving to May’s chest to slowly press her away. But she stopped just before touching May.
“You don't have to do this, just to cheer me up.” She assured, as May took that hand, and held it in hers.
“But I'm not doing this just to cheer you up, Rally.” May said, entwining her fingers with Rally’s. Their contrasting skin tones look so perfect together like this, to May.
Rally could feel the pulse of the younger girl in the minor embrace. May’s heart was racing like hers was.
“But what about Ken? Aren't you and him-” Rally started, but May shut her up with another kiss.
“We're taking another break. Really, this might just be the last one. I'm getting tired of taking breaks. I want something consistent.” May reassured Rally this time.
“And it's not like I haven't held in my feelings for you too Rally. It's not like I'm no stranger to being with girls. I was a prostitute for a while.” May reminded Rally, and smiled.
“I mean. I always thought you were trying to send signals my way. With being so scantily clad all the time in the house.” May murmured, her lips lightly brushing against Rally's once more, before giving another rather chaste kiss.
“No, no. Nothing like that. Well at least not at first.” Rally returned, before finding a soft blush along her cheeks. “I wasn't doing it on purpose, at the very least. Most of it was supposed to be subtle.”
“About as subtle as one of my bombs. No one just goes around in a short shirt and panties, or comes out of the shower in nothing but towels for her roommate to see without trying to send signals.” May refuted Rally’s idea of subtlety as it was presented to her.
Rally flushed up in her face even worse. “Well I just always thought eventually you'd say something.” The half-Indian girl fidgeted a bit.
“I'm not good with people, May.” Rally admitted as if that wasn't soooo obvious to Miss Minnie May Hopkins here before her.
“I can be friends with them just fine. I can do business deals, I can function perfectly fine around them.” Rally squirmed. “Plus, I was afraid. If I say I loved you. And you rejected me. It would probably get awkward and you'd leave.”
May sighed.
Rally couldn't be this dense, could she?
And yet, she had to accept the reality that Irene ‘Rally’ Vincent was a dense idiot when it came to people.
A dense idiot that she loved.
“I would never leave your side, Rally. I love you, just as much as Ken. Maybe a little bit more.” May said, moving in close, her hands moving to find a place on either side of Rally's waist.
“I love you too, May.” Rally said, moving to kiss May this time…
And then the doorbell rang.
“Damn it!” Rally grunted and growled out like a particularly annoyed (gunsmith) cat. She stood up from the couch. Stomping over to the door with the fury of a woman scorned. “I swear if it's that stupid agent-!”
Rally grunted, moving and yanking the door as much as the chain on it would allow right now. Oh god, it was that stupid sleazeball. “What do you want, Bill?!”
The aggression he was met with was not something the poor ATF agent was expecting. “H-hey now! I was just coming here to leave you both a get well package, that's all!”
He held out a little basket, with a nice bottle of wine and some flowers. “I'm just gonna leave this with you and be on my way.” Rally undid the chain on the door and looked behind the agent.
Damn the world if they saw her in her skivvies and a shirt, she could care less. She just didn't want her house and her gun shop to be bugged again. But, there was no van. No ragtag band of ATF agents to spy on her and her house.
There was just a normal car. His car.
She looked at the basket. “There's no microphone in any of the gifts in that, is there?” she asked with a stern and flat demeanor.
“No. Rally. Honestly. It's just a get well package.” He said, holding it out in his hand.
Rally nodded, slowly taking the basket with her arm that wasn't recovering. “Well. I'll trust your word for it. But if I find out otherwise, I'm coming for you, you got that?” She warned, glaring daggers at the man.
Bill nodded, starting to turn around after she took the basket. “Yeah yeah, you know where to find me and all that. I'm still ATF surprisingly so finding my office shouldn't be hard.” he murmured, giving her a single wave behind him as he left, lighting a cigarette.
Rally closed the door with a bit of a huff. “Finally. Some peace and quiet. I'm sure you heard, but that was Bill. He left us a get well package.” She murmured, moving to set it on the kitchen table.
“I saw. Well. He's at least a little sweet if nothing else. Guess that's his way of thanking us for going through all that stupid trouble.” May surmised, walking from the living room to the kitchen area.
Two porcelain white hands found their way around Rally’s waist while she was concentrating on sifting through the gift basket. “So what kinda goodies did he give us?”
Rally jumped, looking at the arms around her and the hands currently finding themselves somewhat snuck under shirt. “Eep! May! Your hands are cold!” She gasped, trying to turn and pout at the other woman.
After the blonde kept dodging that ire filled glare, Rally just took inventory of what was in the gift basket.
“Let's see. A bottle of dessert wine. Well. I guess I can't complain, it's sweet like someone I know. After that it's a thing of flowers and some chocolates.”
May gave a coy grin “Sounds like he's trying to woo you~”
“Oh shut up. The thing was addressed to both of us.” Rally said, holding up the little gift tag that has both of their names clearly on it. Even if it's in the most atrocious cursive either of them has seen.
“Besides, he's dumb but I don't think he's dumb enough to try and get with me. I don't know about you but a girl with a muscle car and a special interest in guns doesn't exactly scream heterosexual.” Rally joked, with a soft giggle as she moved her hands to grab May’s that kept trying to sneak further under her shirt
“Now, would you like to have some wine while we continue our previous conversation?” She asked, finally transfixing May with a smile and sweet look.
May let go of Rally’s body, a red blush slowly creeping up and fixing itself on her face. “U-uh, yeah. Sure.”
And so, they returned back to the couch, with Rally grabbing two wine glasses on the way, bottle snuck under her arm.
Glasses full and sipping at the sweet red blend, they talked.
“So, when did you start to love me?” May asked, crossing her legs and looking at her partner.
Rally almost choked on her own glass of the cherry red beverage. “-!?”
She took a minute to compose herself. “Well it had to be when I first saw you working on one of your special bombs you make.”
“Really?! That long ago? Rally, why didn't you say anything?!” May protested, giving another one of her signature huffs and pouts.
“Well, I figured that would've been weird! I figured that would've scared you off!” Rally bemoaned, trying to make this blonde bombshell understand her plight.
“You know how many people I've had tell me they loved me at first sight? I would've been fine with it! Besides, it's not like it wouldn't have worked.” May admitted, hoping to quickly brush that under the rug.
It did not work.
“Really, that's all it would've taken?!” Rally gasped out. Honestly, she wasn't sure if it was her own emotions or the alcohol helping her be that astonished.
She shook her head. “Well it's not like I wouldn't been looking for something like that, but it's true that I admired the way you work your craft-”
“Rally, Rally, Rally~” May breathed, seeing her now empty wine glass on the coffee table right, before padding over on her hands and knees to the area of couch that Rally occupied.
Her hand came up to shut up those stupid thoughts bubbling out that meant nothing and were just the doubts that were holding Rally back.
“You just don't get it, do you? Like I wouldn't have loved the charming and suave gunsmith, who took me off the streets and gave me a place to stay? Like she wouldn't be deserving of being loved back if she confessed her love to me to me?” May pointed out, moving her finger to Rally’s lips to keep any other dumb words from slipping out.
“So you're saying you've always kinda loved me too?” Rally asked, panting softly with May being this close.
May nodded. “Always and forever.” She confirmed with a gentle and loving smile.
Rally’s mind was still filled with doubts, even after that confirmation. So, Rally decided to shut her brain up.
Similarly, she finished her wine glass with the speed that May did hers.
“Well, you've got me here. Aren't you gonna do anything with me?” May teased with the cutest wink she could manage. She was a capricious and unruly little shit when she wanted to be.
Whether it was the wine on the empty stomach or her own feelings finally coming up to the surface, Rally just pouted in a manner that was uncouth for the usual ‘business casual’ demeanor Rally had going for herself.
“Well. You should know that I wouldn't know what to do with you in the first place, May. I've never done anything like that…!” She gasped out, the taste of fruit and alcohol on her breath and lips.
“Really? Never?” May was the astonished one this time. “Not even once? I get you don't understand people, but even a little exploration would've made sense.”
Rally shook her head. “Nuh-uh. Never. Like I said, I don't really get or understand people. Besides you of course.”
May giggled, and really she couldn't stop giggling at that. “Awwww Rally, that's so cute! I always joked that you like guns more than people but I didn't think it was true!”
Rally pouted worse. She can't stand a May that's even more teasing than usual.
If May wanted her to be more proactive though, she would be. If May Hopkins wanted anything out of Rally, so would Rally Vincent make it happen.
She's only seen and read this sort of stuff in sappy romance novels and the occasional smut novel. But hey, if it was so common it had to work, right?
She grabbed May’s cheeks gently, leaning in and kissing her deeply. And boy, was it a sloppy kiss. It was uncertain. It was a scared and uncertain kiss. It was everything a kiss from an amateur could be.
And yet, May accepted every single bit of it. Because it was a kiss from Rally. A kiss from Rally was everything May wanted at this moment.
And so, the kiss was returned, May wrapping her arms around Rally's body and melting into her. Humming into the kiss before the two had to break to get some oxygen in their systems.
There was a slight string of spit between them. Enough for both to understand that they in fact, did just snog each other.
And it was wonderful in every sense of the word.
May thought a bit, tilting her head and snapping the string of spit. “Hm. I'd rate that…six out of ten, let's do that again?” She asked, and Rally obeyed.
Their lips met, again and again until May fell back, with Rally on top of her. They were both getting excited, warming each other up in this cold house they shared.
Rally pulled away from yet another wonderful kiss, panting and trying to catch her breath. “S-sorry, I don't know what came over me.” She sputtered out, her head swimming from alcohol, pleasure and love for the woman beneath her.
May sighed “Oh, Rally, how many times do I have to tell you that it's okay for you to want and love me?” She posed a rhetorical question.
“I want this too, you know. I want you. Ireeene~” May purred out of her throat at Rally. Using her legal name just to get under her skin.
And boy howdy did it work. “And I want you, Minnie.” Rally breathed, using May’s nickname. The one that only certain people could use.
“Then take me. I can guide you if it gets too overwhelming, okay?” May offered, as Rally nodded.
“O-okay.” She gasped out. “Should we…move to a bedroom?”
“Yeah. That'll be more comfy, let's use your bedroom.” May grinned. “Don't blame me if we have some skirmishes on the way there though~” She warned, ever so happy to be able to get her hands on her Rally Vincent.
Their clothes didn't survive on the way to Rally’s room. It was a valiant war, trying to keep them on each other's bodies.
May’s shirt was discarded on the kitchen table.
Rally’s ended up somewhere on the stairs.
Rally's bra was lost to the battle of the upstairs hallway.
May’s bra fell soon after, in the threshold of the doorway to Rally’s room.
Now, all that remained after the long war was some panties and socks on the two girls, who were now covered in kisses and a few nips. Maybe a hickey on Rally, left by a very enthusiastic May.
Rally was nervous. That much was to say the least. But she at least persevered. She looked at her room and then back to May.
“Sorry if it's not really much to look at. I don't decorate much…” Rally murmured, rubbing her arm a bit nervously.
May giggled. “Oh Rally, I think there's something I'm much more concentrated on than your room and if it's decorated.” May walked over, placing her hands on Rally’s hips.
“I see a strong, sexy and above all else, wonderful woman right here in front of me.”
“Oh well, thanks May- Ah!”
May had pushed her onto the bed! What a tricky sneak attack! And how mean!
But before Rally could even entertain the thought of getting back up. May was already over top of her.
“Now. Do you want me to take the lead, or do you want to touch me and see if your instincts can guide you?” May asked, wanting this to be safe, sane and above all else, at Rally’s pace.
She wanted this to be something they both wanted, after all, and she wanted it to be Rally’s choice as much as it was hers.
“I want to touch you, May. I wanna make you feel good” Rally cooed out, and honestly, it was a bit pathetic to say it like that. Even to Rally herself.
May found it endearing, to see Rally this uncertain. This afraid of messing up. But soon, Rally’s hands were upon her body. Groping all over her. Feeling around for what would make May react.
May was used to virgins. It wasn't often but she could tell when she had one, back when she was a prostitute.. They were like this. So afraid and uncertain.
Honestly they were here favorite customers. And Rally is much more than a customer right now. She's a lover. Key word in there being love. One experienced. One a virgin. And both, so, so in love with each other.
Rally leaned and finally sat up to get a better angle to touch May. Groping and squeezing wherever she thought would illicit a reaction out of May. Groping her breasts. Teasing her nipples too.
Maybe a nice squeeze on the thigh, moving to that rear and also grabbing a nice handful. Making sure to really make sure May knew who had her right now.
It had been Ken’s turn for so long. Now it was Rally’s turn with May. And she wanted to make it count.
While the groping and squeezing did serve to make May just the littlest bit wet, it didn't really make her moan or cry out. Not that Rally was expecting that. (Even if she really would have wanted it.)
But what surprised May was Rally grabbing her thighs like she owned them and moving May to make the blonde straddle her knee.
May blushed heavily. The feeling of Rally’s smooth skin against her sex was wonderful.
“I've read that this feels good. So just let me know if it does.” Rally whispered into May’s ear. Starting to move her knee and thigh to rub up against May’s sex.
“D-don't worry. It's working.” May gasped, reaching her arms around Rally. May’s fingers finding a place to gently grip at her back.
There were the gasp and moans that Rally desperately wants to hear, and boy did that awaken something in Rally.
The mocha colored woman just moved her knee against the woman with porcelain skin’s most sensitive areas, just that littlest bit harder.
Gasps and moans. The occasional utterance of “Oh Rally!” Into her ear just proved what a good job she was doing, and so she kept doing it. She turned her head, giving her Minnie May a few nips and hickeys along that cute neck.
That way, anyone would saw her next would know. They would know who had a handle on this little minx. Who cared for her. Who was the most important person to ‘Rally’ Irene Vincent.
Soon, nails dug into Rally’s back. May had been pushed over the edge. Her body was quivering and shaking, and Rally’s knee was now a soaked mess.
May bit down on Rally’s shoulder, to quiet what was probably going to be a very, very loud moan.
She broke the skin a little, but Rally didn't seem to mind. Granted, she was on pain killers for the moment while her shoulder was still healing so it's not like Rally minded.
“Did that feel…good?” Rally breathed, feeling her own fountain between her legs leaking out and making a small puddle in the sheets.
May let go of Rally’s nommed shoulder. “Oh yeah. It felt wonderful. Now…let me take care of you?” May offered, with Rally gulping at just how seductive May made her voice for that offer.
“Please take care of me!” Rally whimpered out, and May grinned.
Once more, Rally was shoved to the bed. May’s hands moved and explored Rally’s body.
This time, it was easy to find what made Rally tick. Gasps and sharp breaths being the girl's new language.
And May touched her everywhere. Except…there. Except her most sensitive place. Except the place she desperately wanted May to torture with pleasure like the rest of her body.
And she just... Wasn't.
“May…t-touch me thereeee” A pathetic whine. May would have fun with her like this~
“Come on. What's the magic word?”
“Please touch me there?”
“That's better, but I wanna hear you beg. I want to hear just how much you want this~” May growled out, moving and leaving more love bites along every inch of Rally’s collar and neck.
That does it. Rally isn't too proud to beg.
“Please touch me there May. Please touch me between my legs. Please make me feel good! Please! Please!” She cried out, begging oh so pathetically.
May wanted to really give it to her now. “Okay, okay. But let's be a bit more intimate with it.” She said, moving and shifting their legs to interweave with each other.
A few shifts forward, and their most vulnerable spots were touching. Electric shocks of pleasure rolled up Rally’s spine. Especially once May started moving.
Rally threw her head back into the pillow, letting out a moan from her diaphragm. “May!”
She grunted out like a beast in heat. May would be lying if she said she didn't want to growl out like that. But she wanted to make Rally feel good. Really working her hips now.
Their love buttons pressed right up against each other, while their folds pressed and squeezed up against each other. Oh, she was in heaven, doing this with her Rally Vincent.
She could feel it starting to creep up on her. And Rally could feel much of the same. This wouldn't last long for either of them, with this much passion between them.
“May!!!”
“Rally!!!”
They both cried out each other's names, those electric pulses of pleasure rocking both of their bodies.
May unraveled hers legs from Rally’s and flopped down at Rally’s side. “How was that…for a first time?” She asked between labored and gasping breaths.
Rally have her best chuckle and it was dry. “Oh, that was probably the best experience in my life.” She murmured, her hand moving and holding May’s “And I wouldn't…change it for the world.”
May was surprised, but smiled, with a hefty amount of crimson on her cheeks. “Yeah…. Me either.” She said, closing her eyes.
Rally grinned, squeezing that hand a little more. They should probably go clean themselves up. But, it could wait until they recovered enough to walk. So, she tugged up the blanket, and moved in nice and close to her newfound lover.