<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br/><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)<br/><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong><em>Full on NSFW</em></strong></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Léa was absolutely lost in the feelings sparkling through her body and dancing on her nerve endings. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. All she could do was pant, and writhe under Shane’s knowledgeable fingers. All Léa could do was <em>feel</em>. Her toes curled tight and she moaned a long, ragged sound that was the only way her body seemed to know how to release the minutest amount of the tension building inside her. It wasn’t enough.<br/><br/>Shane was working her way slowly down Léa’s body, each place her lips and teeth touched seeming to react like they’d been touched by flame. Léa gasped Shane’s name over and over again, interspersed with inarticulate cries of tortured pleasure.<br/><br/>She heard Shane say…something. It was from far away and Léa couldn’t seam to catch and hold the words long enough to make them translate in her mind. Her toes curled so tight, as did her fists, that she lost any sensation they were capable of other than the pain of their grip.<br/><br/>Shane was toying with her nipples, pinching and rolling them with enough force that Léa couldn’t help but respond, moving into the touches. It felt like nirvana. Then it happened, Shane’s warm, wet tongue stroked through her slit to start working her clit.     <br/><br/>“<acronym title=" My GOD SHANE!"><em>Mon DIEU SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!</em></acronym>” Léa shrieked until the last of the air was squeezed from her lungs. Her body pulled tight, so tight it felt like she was sucked into the crushing center of a black hole. Her thighs clamped around Shane's shoulders and Léa didn't have the head space to even consider if she was trying to hold the younger woman in place or to block her away from the dizzying, waves of utter, almost painful, bliss her stroking tongue continued causing. The still, silence of the orgasm lasted one long, suspended second. Then two. On the third she broke apart, keening her pleasure to the Heavens. She shattered into a thousand tiny little pieces that pinging off in every direction to be lost to the universe washed with dazzling displays of light and the intense body wracking convulsions Shane had just triggered.  <br/><br/>Léa juddered and shook on the bed for drawn out minutes. She writhed and keened until her body went limp, her heart practically beating out of her chest. There was no way to tell how long she lay there insentient, Léa only knew she swam back up from whatever paradise Shane had, at long last, shown her, to the feel of the other young woman’s tongue still lapping at her lightly. Each stroke seemed to cause a tiny aftershock, the muscles of her abdomen undulating, hips giving tiny, jerky, twitches. There was no energy left in her body for larger reactions. She was drained completely.<br/><br/>She rolled her head to the side to look down her pale, creamy skin, past the rounded breast with Shane's hand still playing at the nipple, to the full, dark head of glossy hair and burning blue eyes. There was a look there like Léa had never imagined seeing on the younger woman’s face. Satisfactions, <em>sexual</em> satisfaction. Desire. Smug knowledge. And what looked like an aching need of her own. <br/><br/>With a swift ab curl, under power she didn’t even know she still had, Léa curled her fingers around the base of Shane’s skull, pulled up while her head dipped down and fastened her lips hungrily to the ones that tasted of her own slightly salty essence.<br/><br/>Léa moaned into the kiss, having never tasted herself on anyone’s lips before. Her tongue rasped along the opening of Shane’s mouth and then plunged in hungrily when the younger woman let her lips part. She fucked the younger woman's mouth in the same plundering manner she experienced from the talented fingers in her core. Léa’s free arm curled around Shane’s shoulders, pulling their chests into contact. Their breasts rubbed softly one against the others with each breath and movement in a sensation that was entirely new and addicting to Léa. The feel of the hardened buds of Shane’s nipples dragging against her own breasts made Léa practically crazy with hunger again. Even though Shane had just triggered the only and <em>strongest</em> orgasm she’d ever had with another person.<br/><br/>Her arms closed tightly around Shane, Léa let her body fall backward onto the bed dragging Shane’s with it, used to and needing the feel of a heavy human body on her own to keep her grounded when she felt so out of control.</span></span><br/>