<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Aggy-Closeup.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>April, 27 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha’s Back Porch<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She was sure the thumping of her heart was loud enough to wake the neighbors as she watched the lanky cowgirl turn at the sound, glowing motes of water crashed into her dusky skin spilling out like sparks of moonlight against the night.  Harley’s sleek form rounded so amazingly like a predatory feline, graceful and dangerous.  She made no attempt to hide her beautiful form and in her heightened state Agatha saw every curve and slope, every ripple of movement beneath her skin.  The scientist in her recognized all of the signs of arousal.  The engorgement of Haley’s sensitive buds, the posturing of her body indicating interest and even challenge, but it was the woman in Agatha that reacted.<br/><br/>It had been a long while since she had known the pleasure of another woman.  She had satisfied herself with her inventions, toys meant to tease, tantalize and delight, but for all of the joys they could supply they did not compare to the feminine beauty before her that she hungered to touch and oh God be touched by.  Agatha’s lips parted slightly, not to speak, but to take the breath she had forgotten. Harley turned away, the curtain of liquid onyx spilled down her back to the firm mounds of her rear and Agatha’s eyes gathered the vision, her fingers twitching along the bar of soap becoming slick with its delicate oils.<br/><br/>The woman simply turned away allowing the water to embrace her body completely, but with a simple glance, her angelic features framed by the dark curtain of her hair and dusky shoulder dared Agatha to join her, to share the comforts of her shower and her body.  Soft feet padded closer and droplets of warmth flecked her skin sending a shiver along her glowing form.  Agatha’s eyes took in everything about the woman before her.  She remembered the loose clothing and easy manner from days before.  She had known Harley was a beautiful woman, but what had only been hinted at during their exchange at the Casino was nothing compared to the Peruvian beauty before her.    Agatha took another step, water pattered off of both of their bodies now bounding from one to the other like electrons shared between the mutual attraction of atoms, bonding them if for only a time.  Water flowed across Agatha’s body, forming rivulets around and over her breasts and flowing over the hands held tightly against her chest.  A soapy lather began to form against her body and filled her hands.  Soft foam oozing along her forearms.  Agatha set the bar on a shelf built into the back of her house to free her hands to begin their gentle caress of road weary skin.<br/><br/>For a scientist, Agatha’s hands were delicate and dexterous, like that of a watchmaker or a jeweler. Shaking with anticipation and longing they pressed gently against Harley’s side, slippery with lather.  Her fingers gently kneaded and caressed the play of strong muscles she found just under Harley’s glorious skin.  There was no hurry, no urgency in her touch.  She could feel the knotted tissue under her fingers and gently coaxed the tension from them.  Her fingers worked from the small of her back upwards along her spin.  Harley was strong, she could feel it in the firmness of her form and her body ached to feel that strength used against her.  Every gentle touch meant to stimulate Harley’s skin was in turn stoking the desire that had inspired her boldness.<br/><br/>Soap slick hands slipped along the slender waist before her to press against the taut fat stomach where Harley’s long fingers teased at desires Agatha desperately wished to fulfill.  Agatha’s lathered breasts pressed against Harley’s firm back flattening against it, her hardened nipples clearly revealed against dusky skin, Agatha's body molding against Harley. She was shorter than Harley by far and the fevered lips that brushed against sun-kissed skin reached only the back of a shower drenched shoulder.  Words weren’t needed to express the ache of her desire or the need in her eyes, her body screamed to be used, to be pleased.  It had been so long and she had tried so hard to push it away and deny it, but she couldn’t.  Oh god she couldn’t…<br/>