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Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
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Still not comfortable. No, still miles from comfortable. So far away as to make comfortable a distant hazy dot on the horizon, an alien concept without any real meaning to Ema Ryan, whatsoever. Because no single piece of her situation was even slightly close to the norm, and pieced together, they all added up to one immensely unfamiliar, uncomfortable ball of oh God what am I doing.

And to top it all off, her panties had just been removed by her ex-girlfriend. Were there time to waste on such frivolous thoughts, Ema would probably be wondering if the ex- prefix was still accurate. As it stood, she was too busy trying not to have a heart attack.

And then Hayley giggled, and the awkwardness lessened. Her unpreparedness wasn't as bad as she thought, or at least, it was to be expected. It wasn't unreasonable, at the absolute minimum.

"You're cute,"

A poke in the nose. Of all the things to make Ema blush, it had to be that. Not the nudity, not the proximity to Hayley's likewise naked body, not that they were sort-of in public and probably on TV, no, being called cute.

"But...don't think. Feel."

Emphasis on the Feel . Ema took the hint, but not without first wondering briefly why it sounded familiar. Feel, don't think? Qui Gon Jinn? ...I guess Liam Neeson is kind of sexy, though. Irishman, too. Her hands slid downwards in unison, slowly, still awfully timidly. She knew female skin was soft, she had her own, after all, but Ema couldn't get over the sensation of Hayley's skin moving against hers, the warmth, the softness. She could get used to tOH SWEET CHRIST ON A BICYCLE.

Ema's palms had barely reached Hayley's chest, her wrists still not quite near the beginning of her breasts, and already the other girl had jumped straight ahead to her hand is on my--oh God she's touching--her fingers are on--Jesus what do what do--wait calm down calm down calm down...

Her first physical reaction was to squirm, to recoil weakly away from the source of what had so far only been identified as a surprising and unwelcome sensation. So squirm Ema did, closing her eyes, biting her lip tighter. Next was to actually realise what was happening, she soon remembered that Hayley was on top of her, that her other hand was still tracing teasing lines across her torso, that she was smiling. Ema managed to calm her breathing, slow down her racing heartbeat. She imagined it was herself, that she was at home by herself, that this was a normal evening, that there was nothing to be worried about.

And that took out the uncomfortable aspect almost altogether. All that remained was Whoa this feels really, really good. Ema opened her eyes. Hayley seemed to be quite enjoying the reaction she'd been met with, and had sped up. Slower or not, Ema was still breathing heavily. But she was back in some level of control of herself, and her ridiculously slow hands finished their journey, taking hold of the so-very-appealing flesh of Hayley's breasts. And now it feels even better somehow. She hadn't the heart nor the self-control to move them again for a short while.

Still, there wasn't much anxiety left, not tied to what was had happened so far, or what was happening at the present moment. As for the inevitable future, that would take some effort. But at least Ema was comfortable enough to form a breathless, semi-coherent sentence, for the moment.

"This feels... just," a pause, originally for breath, taken instead by an involuntary moan. "God yes."

She gave a half-hearted squeeze with her hands, not quite sure what she was supposed to be doing with them, now they were actually somewhere interesting. So much for the internet being educational.

"So, uh, what do I... Like, what should I be... uh..."

Still pathetic, but at least it's progress.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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