Juliet had dug her heart a grave with Robyn. The two had loved so fully, so deeply, that the adulterous act the blond had made, caused so much pain. It reveled in a heavy storm, and Juliet’s heart became a sponge in the dirt to all of the pain, misery, and dislike. Despite the coldness, and the distance, the artist still felt like Robyn made her heart beat harder than any pouring rain that hovered over them. She still craved every inch of the woman. She still yearned for the petite fingers to tangle themselves in her thick golden locks. However, it had been so long since Robyn had found a craving for her fiancee. Juliet was growing overly patient with the needed affection. She doubted herself, she mentally drug herself down and reminded her thoughts that they were right, that she didn’t deserve to have such intimacy from Robyn. It was purely a deeper level of a gift, and it, in her eyes hadn’t been deserved…but she never stopped trying to be enough. Little to say, the blond had been shocked by the grabbing hands, by the legs and arms that wrapped around her long body like ever growing vines. Her breath became stolen as Robyn’s tongue set Juliet’s taste buds on fire. Her own ivory hands trickled their way down the smaller woman’s sides until she found their way to grip her bony hips in need. While her tongue twirled around the tip of Robyn’s before sliding back into her own mouth, she traveled her lips to the corner of Robyn’s lips. –Down along the woman’s defined jawline before she teased the sensitive skin of her neck with soft sucks and kisses. The initiation Robyn was giving her was all so surprising, and it made it all the more a deeper desired craving.Â
Robyn whimpered quietly against Juliet’s mouth at the grip initiated at her bony hips--not because it hurt, but because she was terrified that her body would do anything but help the current mood. The scientist’s chest rose and fell heavily, her level of arousal quickly rising with every little thing the taller of the two did. “Juliet,” Robyn forced out in a strained moan, tilting her head upwards to give the blonde even more space. Beginning to lose herself in the moment, the Spaniard managed to reach her arm over to pull the duvet over the two of them as an attempt to hide her body as much as possible if and when their clothes began to disappear. Robyn’s hands then moved to slip underneath the hem of the blonde’s loose shirt, running them up her back.
