Lamie was a bit startled when Monet had suddenly touched her lip, but…it was a good feeling. She wanted her to do more of it. For a longer time.
She felt her cheeks getting hot, but Miss Monet had said been so complimentary, so it was okay for Lamie to do this…wasn’t it? (She hoped.) She reached out in return, and stroked the other woman’s shoulder, so lightly. She kind of enjoyed the feeling that was building up inside her, at the core of her body — that kept growing the more she looked at and touched Miss Monet, the more Miss Monet paid attention to her.
Her eyes focused briefly on the hand in her shoulder and for a second she just smiled, following with her gaze the arm and forearm until her orbes met Lamie’s. Gently she placed her hands in Lamie’s waist and the smile on her lips turned into a grin.
For a second that seemed to last an eternity she just looked at Lamie’s face before her eyes fell upon her lips and she covered them with hers in a soft and sweet kiss.
