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The Bitter Taste of Wine and Defeat	By : megadeth425 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 3022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Juniper pushed open the door, grumbling as she stepped in. Holding her assistant by the wrist and with her lover hanging off the other, getting through the door and into Fennel's apartment was not the easiest task. She avoided mishap though, and let go of her drunk, blond lab aide. "She's your responsibility now, try not to say yes to everything she asks for." She started to pull Fennel into the main bedroom, but stopped. "And please, try to keep the TV down, we have a busy day tomorrow and Fennel needs to sleep."
"Don't worry, we won't be watching TV," Bianca giggled, leaning against her boyfriend, who hadn't had anything to drink and merely stood, blushing and frustrated. "Come on Chairy, Fennel's guest bed is so much nicer than yours!"

The brunette shuddered a little at the thought of her assistant, whom she had grown to see as something between a daughter and a little sister, being sexually active, but that soon ebbed as she felt Fennel nuzzling her shoulder. It was reassuring to again feel her body close against hers, and she could hardly bring herself to worry very much. Even the smell of wine on the scientist's breath did nothing to ruin the moment brewing in her mind.

"Let's forget about them and go catch up," she said, leading Fennel to the master bedroom of her own house. The party may not have gone well, especially with several remarks Bianca let out, but this was going to be the redeeming factor of the night; frantic, heavy, "I missed you" sex. She kicked off fher sneakers as they reached the door, moving as swiftly as she thought Fennel reliably could, before jumping on to the bed like they were half their ages, laughing and grabbing at each other.

Fennel quickly settled on top, being the lighter of the two, running her hands up Aurea's shirt as her lips assaulted the bared neck. "It's been so long," she said heavily. "I know you have a new toy, but maybe we shouldn't bring it out tonight. We should save it, and simply enjoy old times right now."
Running her fingers through all the mess of lilac hair cascading down the slim researcher's back, she nodded. "I agree; I don't know if you have enough in this house to lube it up for a second go."
"Lube!" Fennel shouted, pulling away just as she had started to touch Juniper's bountiful breasts through her bra. "We can't let those kids... It would be irresponsible!" She leaned over to the bed toward to the end table, clumsily catching the handle to the drawer and pulling it out. Several sex toys lay in there amidst a bed of lube packets and condoms. "I'll be right back!"

She stumbled on her way out of the room, leaving a flaberghasted Juniper groaning in frustration. Fennel had just far enough to leave her very frustrated by what had just occured, and she was worried it was going to set the stage for the rest of the night.

Still unable to walk right, Fennel nearly faceplanted when she opened the guest bedroom door. Cheren sat on the bed, Bianca in his lap, arms raised as she struggled to get the white blouse off, leaving the black tank top beneath as her top layer. Their lips were furiously locked together, Cheren's working their way up her back beneath her shirt, exposing plenty of skin as it grew closer to her bra clasp.

"Practice safe sex!" Fennel shouted jovially, tossing the condoms and lube at the two liplocked teens, then stumbled backwards out of the room, not caring that they both ignored her in favour of sucking face.

Laughing at how silly she had been but standing up a little taller out of pride for being a good person, Fennel walked back into the room to find Juniper still lying on the bed, giving her an upset look. Perhaps not going for some bondage was a bad idea after all. "You shouldn't have enabled them like that."
"They were already making out and undressing, Juni," she said, her voice slipping into tones that sounded more like a teenager whining to an adult. "It's better than if she gets pregnant, you know that."

"You could have put your foot down and told them it wasn't happening."
"I think you're jealous," she teased in a song-songey voice, tapping Juniper's finger with her nose as she drunkenly spread out atop her. "You're just upset I stopped feeling you up to go help them out, because you want me all to yourself. "Well don't worry, no more distractions, I promise. We're going to make up for all that lost time."

She resumed her oral assault on Juniper's neck, hands moving up along her abdomen faster, having already travelled that ground, until they grabbed her breasts through the lacey green bra she wore beneath it. Despite being a bit tipsy, her grip was firm and the motion of her fingers was steady. She had done it so many times over so many years that, in the act, she was virtually unflappable, no substance in the world able to lessen her perfected motions.

Juniper's hands unclapsed the lab coat as it dangled from the body hovering above her, hands reaching down to press against her form, tracing down her slight curves. They both knew each others' bodies as well as they knew their own, and the familiar silhouettes traced by their fingers brought a sense of relief to them, filling something they had been lacking in their time apart, which recent years ensured seemed longer with each reunion. The wine tasting was an excuse for a vacation so that Juniper could visit Fennel, nothing more. Even the fact she would have to bring Bianca, whose own lover had been cleared for some days off, could not dampen her spirits.

The routine was always so practised at first, styled like an improvised piece of music; they would start and end the same way, but what lay in the middle was a new experience every time. Fennel was supposed to start working her way down, trailing kisses down Aurea's belly until she reached the waist of her skirt. Instead of following the trail, however, Fennel lay flat atop Juniper and sighed. "I've missed you so much, Juni."
"I've missed y ou too," the professor replied awkwardly. "A-are you forgetting about something?"
"No, but. You're so warm... And soft." She giggled lightly and pet the smooth brown hair. "I want to just cuddle instead. Let's snuggle all night!"

Juniper grumbled and shook her head. "What? No, we haven't seen each other since Christmas, what are you doing?"

"I'm snuggling my sexy science girlfriend!" Fennel exclaimed, hugging Juniper tightly and burying her head in Junper's breasts, still completely covered. It wasn't even sexually either, which did not make Aurea any happier.
Groaning, she tried to push Fennel off. "Come on, I even went a week without masturbating so this would be extra sweet, don't do this to me."

"Aw, fine, silly. But, you have to guess the magic word."

She wasn't up or games, but she knew that Fennel was past the point where reasoning would do anything, and the last thing she needed to put a damper on their weekend together was going against her consent when she was drunk "Is it please?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Funkytown?"
"No silly, it's not our safe word!"

"Is it a word I have any chance of guessing before the sun comes up?"
"Maybe."

Juniper had had enough. She threw all of her weight onto one shoulder, pushing against Fennel so that they rolled and she lay on top. Before the lilac-haired researcher could complain at all, lips were on hers and she merely sank into the bed with a happy sigh. Her hands opened the lab coat and rubbed the small breasts through the pink top, and she loved the way Fennel twitched a little at the attention. It was so enjoyable a sight that she brought a leg up, rubbing her thigh between the blushing woman's legs, making her writhe even more.

Now she was starting to enjoy herself. Watching Fennel's lips part and her body try to raise off of the bed, failing as it was met by the resistant of the taller and heavier woman, was what Juniper had been looking forward to. Hot breath smelling of alcohol and grapes dominated her sense of smell and she hoped dearly that it was enough for her to get drunk off of as well, deepening the kiss. This was familiarity, this was perfection, this was what she ached for on lonely nights. To have Fennel beneath her, locking lips and merely enjoying the warmth and touch of each other. It was all they would never need.

"Oh, Chairy, that feels so good!"

Juniper stopped dead in her tracks, eyes looking away from the face of her girlfriend, whose glasses had become loose and no longer sat properly on the bridge of her nose, to stare at the wall. Bianca's cry had shaken her and, potentially, killed the mood entirely. She rolled off of Fennel and groaned, shutting her eyes tightly. "We should have slept on the lab in your couch if we're going to be hearing this all night." She turned to face Fennel, whose cheeks were red and breath was rapid.

Without a word, Fennel slithered down the bed, grabbing at the waist of Juniper's skirt, digging her fingers into the band of her panties and pulling them both down at once. She exposed the professor's trimmed pussy, just wet enough to dimly shine against the light coming from above them. Her tongue dragged against her lips and she moaned as her head pitched forward. She took a long lick up the scientist's folds, planting a big, wet kiss on the sensitive clit at the end of the path. One hand grabbed at Aurea's thigh and the other pressing against her opening, a finger beginning to creep its way into her.

Juniper and fingers had a long history'; it was not any sort of easy to have a long-distance girlfriend she could rarely see. Her own fingers lacked any of the magic, though, that Fennel's even slightest of touches could inspire. They knew her insides better than her own did, and it took only ten seconds for Juniper to moan and try to push her hips up off the bed and against her girfriend's face and hand.She was held down though, but a surprisingly firm push from the small, tipsy woman as she kept going. Or maybe she wasn't pushing very hard at all, Fennel's touch so good to her that her body couldn't bring itself to dictate anything.

Their sex life was not always vanilla; rather far from it, in fact. The presence of various toys and bondage implements were the norm for them, as was Fennel whimpering things like 'mistress'. Their relationship was always loving, though, sincere and deep, truer than anything else they knew. Sometimes the whips and strap-ons were best left untouched as they simply enjoyed the feelings of each others' fingers and lips and vaginas, the simplest of things made whole and enjoyable by being together. There was something about how Fennel's fingers twisted inside of her as the tongue lovingly caressed her labia that wouldn't be improved with spanking.

Juniper parted her legs wide, biting down on her lower lip as she watched Fennel go to work, looking back up at her with a radiant smile and loving eyes. She wished she could do more, wished she could reached Fennel's own vagina and make her feel half as elated as she was in that instant. If anything, that she was so selflessly down there, taking delight simply in having her tongue and fingers danced on, was worth more than merely equal attention. She would have to lavish Fennel with her tongue, make her writhe endlessly in nirvana and feel like she was worth every second of worship. In that instant, it was all that seemed fair.

"More," she moaned, fingers caressing the silken lilac hair that flowed down the gentle curve of Fennel's back. She loved feeling it so much that she had spent a great while trying to find something even a tenth as enjoyable to run her fingers through so that her solitary lab life would not be nearly as empty. She never did, however; only Fennel's hair itself was good enough for her.

Lightheadness played a role in Fennel's determination. The wine had not struck her like it had Bianca--although in the past she had been that bad--but it had left her floating half an inch off the ground and giggly. Somehow, the airiness and lack of seriousness in her motions drove her to perform better, every errant twitch and sound Aurea made in response being a thousand times sweeter than if she were sober.

She kept going, licking and sucking and kissing every inch of Aurea's privates, plunging three fingers into her quickly. Juniper was growing wetter, apparently having told the truth about not masturbating for a week and accelerating far quicker than normal. Eagerly, Fennel licked up every stray drop; regardless of how it tasted, it was to her the sweetest, most desired taste in the world after seasons apart. It meant that, once again, she was with her Juni, that they were together and she had the privelege of making her feel great. What more could she asked for?

Even the increasingly loud sounds the next room over of Cheren and Bianca having sex could not disturb Juniper enough to make her stop things. She was grinding her hips against Fennel's tongue and fingers, bucking frantically. Her shoulders were lifting off the bed and her head rocked back and forth.. Everything out of her lips was a moan or declaration of love and how good she felt, all of it so sweet and perfect that she could hardly contain herself. Fennel was hitting every button with perfect timing and she was quickly losing herself in the frantic need for release.

"Deeper, faster, harder," she panted as Fennel's long fingers went knuckle-deep in her and every motion brushed against her g-spot hard. She could feel the orgasm coming, and nothing in the world could possibly ruin the moment.

"That wasn't supposed to go in there! Hehe, whoops. Oh well, keep going, Chairy!"

Even that.

So drunk on love, even the thought of Bianca being sexually active in the next room and apparently exploring anal sex could not ruin the all-encompassing fire burning in her. She needed release, needed to tremble in her girlfriend's arms and feel loved in a way that she could not find by herself. "Please Fennel," she said with the sort of desperation she would never have shown if they were all dressed up and under a tonne of pretense. It was only them; no toys, no games, just them. Them and love.

"Stop calling me Chairy!"
And two drunk teenagers next door. But they were outside the bubble that Juniper had finally managed to create.

When Juniper's orgasm came, it was sudden, loud, and hit her like a truck. Her entire body tensed, lifting off the bed as her insides ignited and nerves sparked madly. Fennel kept licking and pumping her fingers in, and every time she did it felt a thousand times more intense, her sensitive nerves tingling almost to the point of overstimulation before she slumped down weakly onto the bed.

Before she knew what was happening, Fennel was already lying beside her, leaning her head against her shoulder and cooing softly. "Did you like it? I hope you did, Juni, it was all for you."

"I loved it," she panted. "Give me a second, and I'll give you your turn."
"No, this one was on me. All I want to do with you right now is hold you close and get some sleep."
"What about those two?"
"Give them money for a date or something, and we can enjoy our afternoon."

With that settled, the two scientists wrapped their arms around each other, and though both mostly clothed, took no efforts to change as they simply pulled a blanket over them and drifted off into a wonderful, tired sleep.
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