A package for Seraphim

Phoebe bit her quivering lip to hold back the rush of emotions. She had cultivated a stoic exterior all these years to prevent the outflow of emotions that fed her addiction... Yet... despite that outburst earlier, it felt safe around Seraphim... like she could let her guard down and feel the emotions Seraphim stirred in her without having to fear losing control.

She reached her hand up, pressing softly against the back of Seraphim's head, stroking the girl's hair gently. "S... Seraphim." She spoke, her voice wavering, "I... I promise... you... you won't see that Phoebe." Her arms shook as she embraced Seraphim tightly. It seemed as if she never wanted to let go, "Thank you," she whispered, a couple of tears running down her cheek.

She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this hurt and saddened, but at the same time, the releif she was having wash over her was just as strong, and after the kiss, she felt an indescribable calmness come over her. It was like when she felt Phoebe's gentle touch and heard those promising words, everything was okay again. The tape had never happened, the yelling between her and Elena, the tense secrets they kept hidden from one another; not a damn thing mattered. Just the two of them again, without any of these problems to worry about, she could think about nothing more than Phoebe.

"You don't have to thank me.." She said between a soft sob, burying her face in the crook of Phoebe's shoulder, feeling more vulnerable now than ever before. "I just want you to be happy.. th-that's all. I just want to be with you.. and let nothing else matter." She never released her hands from around Phoebe's waist and just held tighter, like she was afraid to let go. Never before did Seraphim feel so connected to someone, and so desperate to hold on, but right now, in Phoebe's arms, she felt like a younger child again, protected from all the pain.. even or just a few seconds.

Phoebe could barely stifle a soft sob as Phoebe last spoke. It was the nicest thing that had been said to her in years... hell, as far as she could remember.

"Oh... Seraphim... me too. Me too..." She took a soft, deep breath, "I... I think I'll be happy so long as you're with me... And... if you're happy too." She let out a soft chuckle, "Listen to us. We... we sound like such romance novel heroines..." She ran her hand lovingly down Seraphim's back, "It's all... true though. Every word. Never leave me, Seraphim." She leaned down, resting her own chin on Seraphim's shoulder, if only to get closer to her.

Never leave her.
Those words sunk deep in Seraphim's heart, and she locked it away inside, keeping it eternally. There were other people she had in mind for her life. For the most part, Seraphim still contantly debated if she'd be happier with Megumi, but when she was this close to Phoebe, and had her loving embrace, her mind forgot about the crush she had on the idol, and she sunk deep into Phoebe's arms, closing her crimson eye gently as they stayed this way.

Honestly, Seraphim wasn't sure where else to go or what to do. She didn't want to make another move first, afraid of rejection still, and not to mention they were in a locker room of all places, so privacy wasn't possible. But at the same time, her heart was pounding, her face was ever so faintly blushing red, and she could feel her hands starting to wander, the fingertips from her left hand gently gliding down past Phoebe's hips, softly tracing along her ass cheek, cupping it lightly for a grip. Everything about Phoebe was beautiful and mature, like an alluring, full grown woman begging for her partner. And right now, Seraphim wanted to be that; she wanted to be with the woman who was so much to her; her partner, her equel, and... her lover. "Phoebe.. don't let go.."

Phoebe gently rocked back and forth with Seraphim, if simply to feel closer to her. Seraphim had known a great deal of pain in her life. Phoebe didn't need to read her criminal record to learn that... They both were both fighters... constantly battling... whether it was against adversity or against themselves... To find a kindred spirit... someone Phoebe knew deep down that she could trust... that she could let down her guard around... that she didn't have to fight. It felt heavenly.

Phoebe let out a soft sigh as Seraphim gripped her. Don't let go A beat didn't even pass before Phoebe responded with a commanding hiss, "Never." She tilted her head to the side slightly, planting soft kisses up and down the back of Seraphim's neck, suckling gently each time.

She couldn't resist it anymore. After Phoebe said that single word and begun to barriage her neck with those gentle kisses along her neck, feeling Phoebe's soft lips against her skin like that, it drove her past the breaking point. She couldn't resist any more, and even if they were in the empty locker room, she didn't give a damn. Seraphim just wanted to take this moment here and now, even if they didn't go all the way, Seraphim just wanted to have a few tender moments, for better or for worse.

With her hand still gently cupping Phoebe's rear, she gave a soft squeeze, her other hand guiding Phoebe by the hips, trying to bring the two over towards the bench. Even as Seraphim's hand was injured, and she still had Elena's words haunt her mind, none of it seemed to matter by now as she fought against it all to just enjoy the moment, and nestled in Phoebe's kisses. She would shiver just a little with each one, her pale, soft skin tingling with warmth as small red marks were left behind, but she wore them like a badge of honor. Every kiss was a little slice of heaven for her, and Seraphim wanted to give Phoebe back a similiar pleasure, gently massaging her and giving a soft pinch every now and then as her other hand tried to slowly slide up Phoebe's shirt, softly rubbing the small of her bare back, wanting to take her in for all she could.

Phoebe lost herself to Seraphim's touch, willing to follow Seraphim wherever she took them. By instinct, she sat down with Seraphim on the bench. She let out soft coos as Seraphim explored her back. "Oh... oh Seraphim..." She let out softly as her hands reached around Seraphim, fingers gently rubbing her shoulder blades. Her mind was completely absorbed by the passion between them... She didn't even want to think. Not about their past. Not about Elena... Not even about Seraphim's hand. She let herself simply come completely undone under Seraphim's touch.

Even the feeling of Phoebe simply guiding her hands and fingers along Seraphim's back was enough to put her at ease. All the fighting she had gone through made her body extremely tough and resiliant, but she felt like she could just ease up, relaxing deeply under just the simpilist of touch with Phoebe. She hadn't felt someone get close to her like this in so long, that it started to break her down, but in a good way, where she didn't need to put up such a thick wall around herself to stay safe. "Phoebe..." She coohed her name out with such a sensual desire, inching her lips closer to Phoebe once the girl had finished kissing her neck. And without even thinking her actions, just guiding herself by nothing but her feelings, she placed her lips on Phoebe's again, pressing her body closer to Phoebe as she did. It all happened at once; her lips pressing so deeply into Phoebe's, her lips even parting enough to engage in an open mouth kiss, her breasts bumping and grinding into Phoebe's as their bosoms mushroomed out and flattened into one another, and her hand squeezed much firmer into Phoebe's rear end, trying to bring her hips closer to her own, wanting to touch every part of Phoebe now, her feelings getting the best of her.

((Sorry to break the mood, but last one of the night for me.))

Phoebe met Seraphim's lips with equal, if not greater desire, hungrily returning Seraphim's kiss. Phoebe's hands gently explored Seraphim's back, pulling them ever tighter, and hunting out her most tense... her most sensitive spots to caress. Phoebe relished the opportunity to hold her partner gently, to comfort her, to please her... it was such a wonderful alternative to bringing pain with her touch.

Phoebe's hips eagerly sought out Seraphim's, rubbing against her partner's gently, sending shudders of sexual energy through her. Phoebe held no care for where they were, for what they were doing. She would go with Seraphim wherever she wanted on this journey, whatever made Seraphim happy would do the same for Phoebe tenfold.

Once again, Phoebe would be forced to break the kiss by a lack of air. Gasping for breath, she would lean in near Seraphim's ear, her soft, warm breath caressing the girl's ear. "Seraphim... take me." She'd whisper softly.

Whether it was her eager desire to just get so close to someone she cared this much about, simply lust, or true love, Seraphim didn't know. But at this point, she didn't even care, she was too caught up in the moment to think about it. She had gone through blood and tears to be here right now, and it felt completely worth it, it felt like part of her was being... completed. Each moment they touched felt magical, like everything could be forgotten and they could just enter this trance of love and romance.

As their kiss broke for the moment, Seraphim could feel the gentle breath in Phoebe's words tickle along her ear, and she slowly acknowledged it, taking Phoebe deeper into the embrace. "That's.. all I ever wanted." She said with a whisper, her words as delicate as a breeze while her hands started to explore more around Phoebe and she took the girl for all she was worth.

At first, Seraphim's lips explored the crook of Phoebe's neck while it was exposed to her, nipping and softly suckling at her flesh, her tongue even tickling along as well. At this, her injured hand remained with the delicate work, softly stroking through Phoebe's hair and down her back, enough so that she could feel the woman's bra beneath. She would slowly move her hand down further and raise up Phoebe's shirt from behind; enough so that she could get a hold of her straps, and took the time to undo them, all the while as her own breasts continued to remain flat against Phoebe's, the rigerous motions of every movement they made only stimulating them further as Seraphim's peaks started to form, erect even through her sports bra underneath. Finally, her other hand that had taken a hold of Phoebe's shapely rear had started to move around to the front. There, Seraphim slowly moved her hips back, even if they were greedy with desire after all the rubbing they had down below, and she made her way to the front of Phoebe's jeans, finding the zipper so she could soon be on her way to giving Phoebe a bit more pleasure.