<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/AviciaB_zpscg0eysap.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:  Avicia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13173582#msg13173582)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Helpless<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Andrea<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Somewhere, a horizon had been crossed.  Not in a single step, and not without doubt, but in many small motions, halting and hesitant; but always forward, always in a single and sure direction.  When she accepted the champagne cocktail from Andrea, Avicia had been solidly on one side of that shameful, forbidden line.  When Andrea turned her hand upwards, interlacing their fingers with palm to warm palm, the widow was astonished to find that somehow, without meaning to, she had passed completely beyond the boundaries she had lived with her entire adult life.<br/><br/>And when Andrea lifted her hand for a kiss, Avicia’s very soul shook and her limits shattered on the spot.  She heard herself gasp out loud, catching her breath at the sheer sensuality, at the erotic charge of such a simple act.  Her hand had been kissed a thousand times before; a polite, perfunctory gesture.  Occasionally, a man’s lips had lingered there longer than was proper, or had moved over her flesh in a way that made Lutholf scowl.  But never, never, never had she felt the heat, the tenderness, the desire that flooded her senses as Andrea’s warm lips and warmer breath caressed her hand.  Her heart beat all the harder, her breath came all the quicker at the immense surprise at how the avid hunger consumed her.<br/><br/>Was she so starved for affection, for attention, for the tender and intimate touch of another that she was willing to throw herself so wantonly and the first person who showed her kindness?  If she was, it didn’t matter.<br/><br/>It was sinful.  It was degenerate and depraved.  And that did not matter either.<br/><br/>Her eyes, wide and clear and unwavering, held Andrea’s gaze.  Be it foolishness or not foolishness, be it sin or not sin, it made no difference to Avecia.  In her heart and her thoughts, she had already accepted whatever Andrea might choose to offer her.  And her body had followed, without hesitation or pause.  She physically ached for the touch of her tall, beautiful benefactor; she desperately longed to feel that cool, pale skin against her own heated flesh.  There was one more step she must take, only one, and everything she had longed for, everything she had come here seeking, would be within her grasp.  It was within her reach even now, but some last fear, some last shyness or uncertainty kept her frozen in time and place.   Everything she yearned for was beside her, clad in white hair and hazel eyes and a clear, lively, perceptive mind; and Avecia had no idea how to claim it.<br/><br/>Generous and kind, Andrea showed her the way once more.<br/><br/>Avicia’s eyes were still fixed on Andrea’s.  One hand reached out slowly, savoring the moment, and her soft, light fingertips caressed Andrea’s cheek.  Her other hand followed, catching the courtesan by the waist, fingers fondling the woman’s body experimentally.  Her breath was rapid and shallow, and her pulse was racing in her temples, but fear and trepidation had both vanished, defeated by Andrea’s kindness and her tenderness.  Without hesitation, her choice made long before this moment, Avicia slid her hand to the small of her Bride’s back.  Fearless, alive with passion, she closed the small distance between their bodies and drew her plump curves tight against the slender, willowy, luscious frame.  Gently, slowly, treasuring every moment, she brought the tall woman’s head down to hers, and with her fingers tangling in the soft white hair, Avicia took Andrea’s full, soft lips with her own.  It was only the space of a few rapid heartbeats before she relaxed into the kiss with a deep, hearfelt sigh.  Her mouth and her soul opened to Andrea, giving all she was and all she had to her chosen Bride, and the taste of melon and lemon mingled into a singular, unique taste on their tongues.<br/><br/>