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For Wilma, someone who had been struggling for years to find anything akin to a stable relationship, it felt surreal to have someone wrapped around her. Her skin practically prickled every time her newly obtained girlfriend, Liv, would drape a simple arm over her shoulders when they were sitting down, not to mention when she’d find her hands around her waist on the couch.
Human contact, of any kind, was really difficult for her to come by. Sure, there was her work and she lived with her sister Willow, but that wasn’t the same as someone you were meant to have a deeper connection with. Willow was her sister, yes, and that inherently meant they had a connection that few would be able to understand. They’d struggled together time and time again, but what counted as intimacy for them had always faltered.
They were there for each other, obviously, in the sense that when one of them needed a pick me up the other wouldn’t hesitate to show up. They kept one another in line as well. They made sure that when one of them was having a downward spiral that they’d ‘touch grass’ or get pulled off of the edge. It rarely ever got that serious, but there were still times when it was necessary. In a city like theirs a dark period with someone to look out for you felt like a miracle, but for Wilma it felt even more incredible to have another woman in her arms.
A sister was one thing. Someone who had already been through thick and thin for her and knew how to handle her ludicrous optimism and tendency to over look danger, but a partner was something else. She'd understood this fact for a lot of her adult life. She'd trolled enough forums and opened enough dating profiles to have tried her hand time and time again. Hell, without a sister at her side for all that sickening bullshit she probably wouldn't be as put together as she was. It was a difficult state to keep up with, but at least she was put together enough to go out and find her perfect partner.
It’d already been jaw dropping enough to her when she felt Liv hold her hand out on the street. She really hadn’t grasped how touch starved she was until her body lit up from the briefest contact with her soft skin. It felt like pin pricks under her skin while she found it suddenly hard to breathe. She’d been through plenty of rough dates that didn’t end how she wanted them to, not to mention relationships, but there was something so easy to what was happening. It made her sense go into over drive.
Maybe it was just how the last date she’d gone on had ended that made her start to prepare for something to go wrong, so when it didn’t the wave of relief after was hard to put into words. It was the sort of thing that left her internally shaken in a positive way but left it hard for those on the outside to glean that.
Willow was certainly skeptical when she came home that night. The way her hands were shaking and she couldn’t quite put into words why didn’t lead to any sense of confidence. When she was able to explain what had happened, though, it mellowed her sister out enough to not be out for blood. She’d already seen what she was like after a date gone wrong, anyways. The reaction she was having after going out with Liv was not anywhere near as bad as that night.
It really just made it easy for her and Liv to go out again, and again, and again, and so on and so fourth until it was late at night and they ended up at Liv’s place. Their arms mutually wrapped around one another, the pink haired punk had her face rested against Wilma’s chest.
Her cheek was perfectly placed just on top of where her heart should be and by all accounts Wilma assumed that she’d be able to hear how fast it was beating. Her fingers were tense compared to Liv’s, though. They dug themselves into the sheets as she tried to control her breathing. Every time she thought it'd finally stabilized she'd noticed some new small detail about the beautiful woman splayed out on to of her, and the process would start all over again.
Again, her lack of experience with physical intimacy was kicking her ass. She'd tried to reassure herself that even if she hadn't had any real experience in her life yet that it wouldn't matter in the end, yet it kept creeping up on her and causing issues. It had been every subsequent time she’d seen Liv and, while she knew it’d been getting better, she’d somehow forgotten to consider what it would be like if/when they became more— intimate.
Which wasn’t to say that was exactly what was happening then. There was certainly a clear separation between what many would consider sex and the near naked cuddling the two of them were doing, but it still had both women in their underwear allowing full skin to skin contact. Not that she was going to be complaining at all. She'd read enough fanfiction and manga to get a good idea of how some of things tended to go. It was a sickeningly tentative outline, and a facsimile of reality no less, but it was something for her to go off of.
Liv was obviously more experienced than she, though. The way she was laid out on top of her felt so easy. Her body was so easily accepting hers while her own meat sake kept finding ways to be so tense. Willow had warned her that there might be issues after what happened to her after he date prior to Liv, but that was just one sensitive area. She understood what they were doing, however. She hadn't even tried to push anything down there at all. She was so respectful, so sweet, so damn perfect. It was enough for her to get choked up over
In the dim moonlight Wilma was just able to note the differences in their skin. The color itself wasn’t far apart from one another per say, but she could clearly see that her tendency to hide inside her apartment was easily denotable with just how pale she was. Liv’s more tan disposition probably wouldn’t go remarked upon by most people but became worth noting when laying on top of Wilma. It made her breath shudder slightly when she saw, and her hand finally began to unwind itself from the sheets.
Her fingers were only paler from how hard she’d been gripping the bed and her joints ached slightly from it as how tight her hold had been, white knuckles evidence she’d even stopped the blood flow. When she laid her fingers around across Liv’s shoulder, though, she stopped worrying about all that. She could feel her chest tighten as the sensation as that electric love ran through her finger tips. It was so damn cheesy, but she couldn’t help how her body felt.
“You don’t have to be so tense. I thought we were trying to relax here.” Liv said, her voice half muffled by the her cheek being pressed against Wilma’s skin. A small laugh ran along side her words as her eyes strained themselves to be able to see Wilma more clearly.
Her shoulder flinched back a little before she settled back into herself, again. Liv let out a small snort while her hand reached up and brushed itself against her forehead. Hair had stuck itself to her forehead with despite the chill in the air. Liv brushed the strands behind her air. Her bangs didn’t quite want to work with her, but she eventually got them into a place she liked.
“I’m not trying to. Can’t really help it right now, you know?”
“In what way? Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No! I promise you that’s not it. I’m just, not used to this.” She motioned in the air with her hand while trying to figure out the right words to use.
“You’ve already said you’re touch starved.”
“That doesn’t feel right, though.”
She felt Liv’s cheek rub against her chest, “If you’re uncomfortable we can always stop.”
Pin pricks ran through her body and made her squirm under the movement, “Please don’t.”
It came out like more of a whimper than she intended it to. Her voice got so small she wasn’t surprised when Liv’s eyes darted toward her. “Then what is it exactly that you’re looking for?”
“If I were to tell you that I just don’t know, would you believe that?”
Liv rolled her eyes and moved her hands to either side of Wilma’s hips. Raising herself over her girlfriend she looked down at her with a cocked eyebrow. Scrutiny was clear in her eye and Wilma felt her pulse increase somehow more. “I’d believe that easily, but it doesn’t help the issue at hand.” Bending her elbows slightly, she lowed her body down just enough for her face to hover above the flustered bisexual, “I don’t want to be pushing your boundaries without knowing, so I’m gonna need you to think real hard about what it is you do and don’t want out of this night, darling.”
The darling at the end of that sentence made her rise up on her elbows so that she could meet Liv in the middle. Her lips lightly brushes against hers before she whispered, “I want to keep holding you. I want to keep being held. That’s what I want, right now.”
She felt Liv start to smile as her weight went back down onto her body. Her hands started to trace their way down her stomach and down to her hips. The sensation of being love handles being squeezed occurred to her before Liv kissed her on the chin and slowly creeped her down to in between her breasts.
Her teeth got in on the action some as well as the ran themselves over her skin and even got a few nibbles in. Wilma’s eyes opened wide and her fingers grasped the bed sheets again. Her eyes stayed fixed on Liv as she made her way further and further down. For the briefest moment her body tensed in anticipation of a sensation closer to her thigh, and then Liv traced her lower lip all the way back to her breasts.
All that tension that had just appeared melted away with a relief that she knew all too well. Liv was going further than discussed, yes, but she was noticing her body language too. Somehow she was in tune with her muscle and skin. That idea gave way to a whole new sensation in her chest. Her heart had fluttered plenty of times since knowing Liv, but there was this deeper compassion that was suddenly coming over her.
To really be loved, she already knew it was a foreign concept to her but she didn’t expect it ot be so prevalently presented as such.
Eventually, Liv pulled her head away. Her pink punk hair rested itself on the crook of Wilma’s neck and she let out a long, playful, sigh. Her breathe rolled along her collar bones and she let out a partial groan. She was embarrassed to be doing so but found no judgement in Liv’s eyes.
“Was that okay?”
“Yes, it was more than okay.”
Liv smiled up at her, “Then we can get back to it at another point. Right now, however, I think someone is owed cuddles, no?”
Wilma opened her mouth to respond but instead found words incapable of properly expressing the right response. Instead, she awkwardly leaned forward and kissed her pretty pink head.
A hum came from Liv’s throat as she settled back against the pillow. Her finger swirled around against Wilma’s side as she did. The two of them staying like that until they were both able to reach a sleep like state, and being more than ready to start the next day in each other’s arms.