<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Onnecamug3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Onneca de Goni<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night, After Dinner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha<br/><hr/><br/>"Mmh." Her smile put dimples in her cheeks and she tried to giggle, but every breath that rushed into her slender body was desperately needed. She had to rest, her glistening limbs draped over Agatha, trusting her absolutely in her weakness. She was too sensitive to touch just yet, but still needed to feel Aggy against her skin, especially in the delirious afterglow where fantasy and reality were hard to distinguish.<br/><br/>"Every day, your Spanish is getting better," she said through her smile. The moonlight revealed a sliver of creamy skin moving slow by her, and instinctively she kissed it before rising to sit. Her lips were parted, still bearing the evidence of their lovemaking, as she drank in Agatha's body beside her. So many times they had touched, and Onneca had told herself it was never this, it would never be this- and now it was. It had been an exhausting day, physically, mentally, emotionally. There were few out West that did not leave her longing to rest her head. But there was a body at her fingertips that called to her, stronger than anything<br/><br/>Onneca's arms stretched up over her head, almost to the canopy of the bed, and the last remaining cover of her camisole sailed off the edge. Her tanned olive skin glowed from head to toe, with nothing to hide. Wisps of dark hair floated gently down in the still night air as she quietly appreciated what she had been given, and the risk they both must take to be together. The risk that Elisabeth and Christian had to take to protect the fragile little seed of a forbidden love. It had to be worth it. It had to be perfect. And they would have to be careful- a night like this was the only time they could have one another.<br/><br/>"Por favor- just a moment," she excused, flushed pink, embarrassed for her own sensitivity. "I need, ah, a little pause. It gets too intense." The nerve-filled peaks of her breasts were so tender that she had to carefully approach Aggy's side. "Do you have a music box? Something that plays the music." A kiss of encouragement under Aggy's chin, still full of energy, still raring to go. "Every time there is a dance, I have wanted to ask you. I have been afraid. I still hear the music, from that night last summer. My heart was beating fast, and I felt like a coward." Her fingers slipped gently across Agatha's nightclothes, a drag on the fabric to entice her to lose it all, and join Onneca naked and free. A final splash of raven hair, silky, fine, moisturized, teased before retreating. "I would like to dance with you. Just this once, in this time we have."