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Tempest Serenity Ainsley-Tennyson (_tempest) wrote,

Zowie was a tricky little girl and it would have been more than obvious to Tempest what she was trying to accomplish if she were at full capacity. But maybe this was what needed to happen if they were all going to just get over the petty jealousy that the little blonde made the both of them feel.

The moan had made Tempest shiver, her hand giving Max's hair a soft tug as her body mutually arched into his own. And yes, she felt him. He was a big boy, apparently, though it didn't fully register on her just how big yet. There was too much to focus on at once for her to really grasp that fact.

And once Zowie was in the tub with them, she was thoroughly distracted, hands roaming over the other woman's form, fingertips slipping beneath her shirt to tease the warm, wet skin of her back. God, no one ever turned her on anywhere near as much as Zowie did. Tempest rocked her hips against Max's thigh beneath her and then whimpered into the kiss he delivered. Ok, so she had to admit that his lips really were nice.

"Best... Mmm..." Tempest moved both hands up to tangle her fingers in Zowie's hair as the girl kissed her. "Idea," she nipped at her lips. "I've heard all day." She pressed into that kiss once more, tongue dancing with Zowie's own as a hand dropped down to drag fingers down Max's abdomen before she broke away.

Tempest was the first to climb out of the tub, glancing down at her wet clothes and arching a brow at her mostly open blouse. "Oh, well, hello there. I don't remember that happening." No big worry now. She peeled the wet shirt off completely and tossed it into a soggy heap next to the tub before she began to shimmy her way out of her shorts and panties which joined the pile she had started.