<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Jqokx3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest on outskirts of property<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First real kisses! PG-13 for sure, 'Does Heather breath seriously smell like flowers?' - 'yeah. And Apple cider'<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) & These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br/><hr/>The weather had been real, Heather was sure of it. Her nerves had been real, that lightness in the top of her abdomen as she pulled Kitty inward. A soft moan was slipping from between her lips, incidental in nature and pure. She could feel her hair lifting in the whistle of the wind, she could hear it even. Heather could see the cool autumn night on the trees as they danced for her. But, she couldn’t feel it anymore.<br/><br/>It was just Kitty, that was all she could feel. The gentle grasp of her friend’s hands on her hips, that staggering breath between them and perfumed smell of that surrounded them, the easing pressure of their small breasts tight together, her welcoming anxiety. Heather was alive in this moment, and basking in the heat. Heather loved this sensation. Everything in her life was about communicating and being close to other people. So she’d learned a lot about them in her short time on the planet.<br/><br/>This sensation of being numb to the weather but hypersensitive to Kitty was a beautiful gift Heather had refined for herself. It was some kind of meditation that she’d developed over the last few years. She didn’t really sleep at all, and when she did, she would still sleepwalk. So she found a few states of consciousness that were just slightly adjacent to a regular sober mind. The clarity and calm sensation she got during moments of intimacy was her favorite. Really, this was the addiction. This was why she had trouble controlling herself. This clear minded selective numbing adrenaline rush that was sex had become something she was dependent on for happiness.<br/><br/>Heather didn’t know if she was going to be that intimate with Kitty tonight, out in the woods. But she felt like it might go there as their bodies pressed together. The slightest of nods felt like an earthquake under Heather’s feet. Her eyelids fluttered and a smile crept along her lips. Kitty had made sure Heather knew that she was comfortable. ‘For real this time’ suddenly became one of the most deliciously erotic sentences she’d ever heard.<br/><br/>Heather knew that she was being the seductress in this situation, and there was a little bit of guilt that came along with that. But, Heather didn’t like thinking like that.<br/><br/>She didn’t want to play a game, not right away, but she was tempted to try and make her kitty chase her down a bit. Instead, Heather played a masculine roll. She let her hand slide into a safer, more supportive spot on Kitty’s back.<br/><br/>Heather was tired of having the cider in her hand and it was nearly gone anyway. She made a gentle move and tossed the bottle onto the ground, fairly confident that it wouldn’t break.<em>-Clang!, ca’dak-</em>She was right. The bottle remained a bottle and her hand was free.  She giggled. Heather brought a hand up to her hair and brought it around the back of her head. It was shorter than usual, which made it a bit harder to control. She smiled with an ease on her face<strong>“I’m nervous too.”</strong>It was the truth. That lifted sensation in her tummy, the adrenaline. The anxiety felt good. Heather’s high hand moved to the Kitty’s face. With the slightest of pressure she brought the tips of her fingers along Kitty’s cheek to sweep some errant hair away.<br/><br/>The kiss started rather suddenly. Heather pulled Kitty in, brought her palm against the her cheek with a kitten’s caress and brought their lips together. She was easy at first, a light brushing. She pulled at Kitty’s upper lip gently with her own lips as the kiss smacked to an end.<br/><br/>Heather kept her powers to herself for now.<br/><br/>Another kiss came quickly, this time with a moan, and a lean. She eased of of Kitty’s back and brought her hand upward, draping it across Kitty’s shoulder. A tingle traveled down her tummy and tried to ease the butterflies. Heather’s tongue flashed out along Kitty’s bottom lip. The wave broke, Heather leaned back. Two felt right.<br/><br/><em>‘No three.’</em>She hadn’t gone too far, about four inches.<em>‘...Or two.’</em>She hesitated, a smile formed on her lips again.<strong>“What do you think? Two or three? Maybe four?” </strong>A bubbling laughter came up. She was anxious, comfortable and excited all at once.