queenoflogs | Really should know better.

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Really should know better.

Characters: Fionna, Open
Date:December 9th
Summary: Mistletoe mischief! Also, I had just missed the one last year:(
Warnings: None yet.

A gloom had come over many of her friends, and it was bringing Fionna down...almost. After all, the weather was changing, and there was something about the way the weather had changed that made Fionna feel happy. If her friends weren't going to be happy, she could at least try for them, right?

And what was the best way to do that but to try to get into a festive mood? Fionna was in the gardens, putting flowers in her hair, her hair combed neatly and flowing a little longer than usual out of her hat. It would have surprised even Cake back home: she had never looked this primped up.

Of course, this would have actually been a good idea to look at Alice's post, but like most alerts, Fionna had missed them and was walking around the gardens, seeing what food she could gather in the treefort later. True, she was really only there half the time, but you never knew what you would need later, right?

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Amamiya closed her eyes and pressed her hand in, compressing the breast into the body. She stopped almost as soon as she began, and then dared to crack one eye open.

"...is that it?" she said. It was meant as a comment on how surprisingly simple it was, not breast size.

To Amamiya, this was a big thing. To Fionna, who had never so much as thought about touching herself Luke this, it was beyond anything she read or really felt. No wonder people were always writing about this.

She hid a smile. "It feels really good. Uh, you don't have to stop."

Amamiya took her other hand and grabbed her other breast, more aggressively this time. "How's this?" she asked as she squeezed Fionna's bust, trying to discern the location of her nipples through her clothing.

Fionna bit her lip, grabbing the sheet a little. It sort of hurt, but not like an actual "someone punching her" kind of hurt. It was the kind of pain that even though it happened still felt good. Fionna let out a subtle squeak, her hand finding Amamiya's thigh.

"G-good! It feels...like pain, but good, you know?"

Amamiya jerked her hands back. That hadn't been quite the right thing to say.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" she practically squeaked.

Fionna laughed. "Not enough to bother me, don't worry! I trust you, and I'll let you know if it hurts. I really like you touchin' me, ok?"

And as if to show that, she pressed her brow to Amamiya's cheek. "It's nice."

"All right," Amamiya said. She reached back down and grabbed both of her breasts again. "If you say so. How's this?"

She squeezed again with both hands.

Fionna shuddered. This time it felt less painful and more like she'd made all of her skin all sensitive. She fidgeted, then turned to Amamiya and pressed the girl's hand to her bra. She ran her hand lightly on te back of the girl's neck, sucking her breath in.

Well that seemed promising. She kissed Fionna, and began working her hands, squeezing one breast, and then the other, alternating between them.

Fionna sighed quietly, knees starting to buckle a little under her. All those emotions he felt, all those things eh read about this, it seemed like such a bigger, awesome thing with someone else! What was more, it was Amamiya, the girl that had made her smile, who had been subtle and quiet, but strong and brave and the kind of person she knew she cared about more than anyone.

And that was why, in a bold move for her part, Fionna's hand started to ride up Amamiya's back shirt.

Amamiya paused as she felt that hand up the back of her shirt, the heat on her back sending chills all around it.

She smiled, and slid one of her hands down Fionna's side, towards the bottom of her own shirt. The other hand stayed right where it was, thumb playing gently over the breast's surface.

It was like she was floating, without sound, without any kind of floor beneath them. She was really glad that she didn't have to speak right now because she had no idea what she would even say. What she did know was that her hand didn't leave Amamiya's shirt: her fingertips traced around it, over her shoulders, around her back and resting right under where she felt the softness of her belly.

She arched her back slightly, feeling another dizzying pulse of tickling pleasure at the touch of her breasts, teeth clenching.

"S-so good," she moaned.

Amamiya closed her eyes, self-conscious as Fionna traced her hand over her meagre curves. She needed a moment to steady herself against it, to avoid the negative feelings her mind tried to conjure up unbidden. She wasn't going to let her issues ruin this, even if she had to force herself past a mental wall.

"You do know I've barely gotten started," she asked, laughing a little as she opened her eyes and returned to the here and now.

Fionna blinked, opening her eyes wide. Ok, this was new territory to begin with, she got that, and she guessed that she HAD read about the kind of stuff other people did in the poems. But they were never that explicit, just talked about things like body parts and being all close and kissing. This was why Fionna was treading lightly, so she didn't make Amamiya feel too uncomfortable.

She laughed nervously. "I-I knew that! I just wanted to make sure that you were, you know, fine with me touching you too." To demonstrate what she meant, she drew the girl closer, taking her scent in quietly, then cupping her cheek. "I wanna make sure I don't do anything that makes you feel weird. Bad weird, not the good kinda weird I'm feeling right now!"

"I'm simply saying: you may want to save the 'do good' for later, when it'll be of more use."

She smiled and gave Fionna another kiss.

Fionna wasn't sure what she was talking about, but if that was important she was forgetting about it right at the moment. It was much better to just get lost in this moment, near the person that made being here amazing.

Amamiya's hand played along the bottom of Fionna's shirt, tentatively, while she massaged her breast. Then finally, she asked: "Would it be all right...if I took your shirt off?"

Fionna was taking this moment to concentrate just on how that felt. No one had ever come close to doing this, at least, no one who wasn't expecting a severe butt whomping afterward. So when that question came, really, what other answer could Fionna give.

"You don't really have to ask anymore, you can do what feels right. I trust you."

"Alright, just...be sure to tell me if I do something wrong, okay?"

She nervously reached down to Fionna's waist, lifting her shirt up her body to pull it up over her head.

"You won't do anything wrong, I'll even help!"

Fionna lifted it over the read the rest of the way and flung it over her shoulder, sporting fairly modest C's in a plain white bra.

"S-see?"

This wasn't the first time Amamiya had seen Fionna's breasts. Hell, it wasn't even the barest she'd ever seen them. But this was totally different. There was a huge difference between the bath, where they just happened to be naked, and here, when Fionna was displaying herself for her. What hardly bothered her before now set her cheeks red and her mind spinning.

"You look great," she said, hand sliding over the surface of Fionna's breast. "Really great."

Fionna could definitely feel a difference too, now that they were like this. Being naked the first time had been just a freeing thing for her before, something that just happened in the baths because you were there to relax, Now she knew it was herself on display, her boy and Amamiya's, and while not self conscious, Fionna did blush, understanding exactly what was happening here. Fionna's mouth was feeling like sandpaper right now though, so she instead reached over, her hands on the back of Amamiya's shirt, being no less gentle.

"Thanks," she finally managed to mumble, and felt her heart quickening: apparently she was just as eager to see her girlfriend without her shirt.

Amamiya let Fionna lift her shirt over her head, revealing her plain white A-cup bra. Without thinking about it, she crossed an arm across her breasts, covering them automatically.

"Hey, its all right," Fionna said lightly, putting her hands on the girl's wrist. "I've never even been with a girl before, so what do I know about bazoobs? Besides, I really think yours are nice."

"...sorry," she said, slightly abashed, letting her arm drop. "Force of habit."

Really should know better.

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