UNDEFEATED

DEVEREUX TASKS; @devereuxtasks

Marley couldn't stop shaking.  She hadn't even known that her old tormentor was still in the city, and the last thing she'd expected was to run into her in a bookstore - her safe place.  Aston, sat beside her as she cradled her chocolate ice cream cone in both hands, deserved answers.  Especially since her Miss had been pushed into defending her in a situation that had ended with both of them being ordered out of the store.  That didn't, however, make it easy for Marley to explain.  It was a part of her past that only her therapist and Zoe really knew in detail, and she wasn't eager to share it. "Thank you, my Miss," she started instead, in a choked voice barely audible even to her own ears.  "I - I don't think she'd have let me out if you hadn't been there.  And I couldn't listen to her anymore.  I just wanted her to leave me alone."

It was hard to work out exactly what had happened in the bookstore but Aston could tell that Marley was very uncomfortable and the person confronting her clearly had a bad attitude. Aston wasn't one to get into any sort of fights but the woman had tried to strong arm her out the way when the switch stepped in front of Marley and so, Aston pushed back. Maybe a little too hard. Getting kicked out meant they couldn't purchase the new books Aston had promised Marley and she'd be damned if she wasn't at least getting her the ice cream. Besides, Aston wanted to put space between them and the store without going straight home. It had very obviously upset Marley and if they could, she'd like to talk about it. "Of course not." Aston said, placing her hand back on Marley's knee where it had been most of the drive. Her own single scoop of vanilla and caramel in a cup sitting forgotten on the dashboard. "They said they knew you but it didn't really look like it. You don't keep friends like that."

"They, um," Marley felt warm tears trickling down her cheeks, and she wiped them off with the back of her hand.  "They were the one who led me into my eating disorder the first time.  Altered my glee costumes to make me think they didn't fit," her voice trembled, but she needed Aston to know all of her story.  If she was ever going to be completely open about it, this was the moment.  It was harder than therapy, but she had to believe it'd be even more rewarding.  "Taught me how to hide that I wasn't eating.  How to make myself...how to get rid of food," she finished, not needing to get into those details.  "Took me further and further down that path for no reason besides the fact that she hated me.  Until I finally collapsed in the park trying to get home one day and had to call Zoe."  Marley hung her head, still feeling foolish years later about letting herself be abused that way.

Aston felt her mouth fall open but she was quick to gather her expression and pull it together before Marley could notice. Obviously Aston knew that things must have been very bad to develop the disorder but she had wrongly assumed that it'd happened over time and the type of thing that folded in on itself and got worse and worse. Not that it was thrust upon her and implanted through a false narrative in Marley's mind. It made Aston feel sick. Had she known that when face to face with them in the bookstore she certainly would have given her a stern piece of her mind and maybe a little more than just a shove. "Oh mouse..." Was all Aston managed as she moved from squeezing Marley's knee to rubbing at her back. "I didn't know that's how..." Her sentence died out, putting her initial reaction aside in favor of comforting Marley. "I'm sorry we happened to be there today."

Marley choked back a sob at the loving, caring reaction that Aston had to her story.  "I know, Miss.  I know you didn't - that's why I wanted you to.  So that you'd understand why seeing them today upset me so much.  And so that you'd know everything."  She turned just slightly in her seat to look at Aston, emotion shining in her eyes.  "Because you're my Miss.  I mean it when I say that.  And I want you to know about me.  Even the hard parts.  Even the parts that I still think about, the parts that still hurt.  Because without honesty what do we have, right?"  She shook her head quickly at the apology.  "It's not your fault.  I didn't even know they were still in town.  One minute I had a book in my hand and the next minute I hear that voice calling me pudgy.  And it was like going right back to high school, and I hated it so much."

Aston was trying to take in everything Marley was telling her about her past, and how she was feeling but in addition to that there was a level of devotion coming at her the hit her square in the chest and Aston cycled through a dozen thoughts about how they should really talk deeper about things before she could refocus. The pain in Marley's voice was evident and Aston took the melting ice cream cone from her to set for a moment in the lid from her ice cream, so that she could pull her into a hug. "We are miles away from all that now, Marley." She said, reassuring the reality of where Marley was currently in her life. Not the scared teenager she maybe used to be. Aston squeezed her, not deterred by the awkward position with the middle console between them. Soothingly Aston stroked Marley's hair back, off of her neck and away from her own face. "Thank you for sharing all of it with me."

Marley was glad for the hug, glad for the chance to just let out some of her emotions through the tight grip she had on Aston.  "Most days I know that," she murmured.  "Most days I feel like that Marley was a different person who I left here.  Today just...made me remember all that she went through and it stung.  More than I thought it would."  One more thing, maybe, that she needed to talk in therapy about - she wasn't that powerless anymore, and she had someone in her life who would keep her from ever being powerless again.  "You're welcome, my Miss - thank you for listening."

With the context and full view of what really happened in the bookstore Aston could see why it had stricken Marley so badly and her cheeks burned with a rising anger over all of it. Aston stayed her own feelings however and pressed a long kiss to Marley's temple before she pulled away. Plucking a napkin from the pile she'd brought along with her with the ice cream, she dabbed at Marley's face; her thumbs rubbing over each cheek twice when they were dry. "You're okay." She asserted for her and reached for the chocolate ice cream cone before it could all but melt away. Minding dripping any on the rental Aston handed it back to Marley, telling her to eat it. Aston didn't need to reassure Marley that she was safe with her, or safe now. She knew that. Though even still, her hand found its way back to the top of Marley's thigh, where she gently rubbed a single spot warm and then squeezed twice before it settled still.

Letting her eyes shut, Marley focused on her breathing and grounding herself as Aston took care of her.  "Thank you, my Miss," she murmured once her face had been dried off, opening her eyes to accept the ice cream and taking a bite to rescue it from falling on the upholstery.  With her story told and the feeling of Aston's hand on her thigh, Marley felt like she'd unburdened herself and maybe taken a step toward being free from the millstone of her past.  Looking over to the driver's seat, she poured her love into a smile.

Aston returned the smile instantly despite her conflicting feelings, her stomach erupting in a wave of flutters for the umpteenth time this summer. Something about being off campus and choosing to still spend as much time as they could together was putting Aston in a whole other place of understanding suddenly when it came to her feelings for Marley. She just couldn't tell if it was too fast or not. Clearly, there was already so much going on. "Do you want to take these ice creams somewhere nearby we can take a walk?" She asked, hoping to get some fresh air and downtime that might take Marley's mind off things. It wasn't the evening they'd planned but there were still a few hours of sunlight to be had and, they would just make the most of it.

Marley nodded eagerly.  "I'd love to take a walk with you, my Miss.  For as long as you want."  Their plans had been good plans, but it meant more to her that they could adjust when something came up than if they'd stuck to something rigid that they might not have enjoyed.  "I know just the place, we can go take a walk down by the water.  Which isn't much different than Devereux, since it's the same water, but at least the scenery's a little bit different, right?"   More than anything, just some quiet time with Aston was all that Marley really wanted.

It may have been the same coast, but walking along the water here holding Marley's hand was sure to feel a lot different than it might have before. In all honestly a walk on the beach was perfectly familiar and probably exactly what they both needed. "Sounds perfect, mouse." Although instead of putting it in drive however Aston lean her elbow on the armrest and turn her face toward Marley, watching her a moment and then tip her chin up expectantly. "C'mere." Aston said, puckering her lips slightly as clear instruction. A quick kiss and then they were in drive, ready to pull off. "Just tell me where to go mouse." She said, one hand on the steering wheel, the other back securely on Marley's thigh.

Following instructions was one of Marley's specialties, and the moment that Aston beckoned her toward pursed lips she leaned over to press her own gently to them.  "I can do that, Miss," she promised, guiding Aston through the city to Fort Lauderdale Beach Park, one of her favorite spots and right near the launch of the riverboat she'd thought about riding from time to time.  Directing her into a parking spot, Marley stretched and smiled.  "That's the Jungle Queen Riverboat," she pointed.  "She's a very grand lady, or so I've been told."

Aston couldn't help her laugh, just the way Marley had said it was adorable. "That so?" She asked, getting a look at the multilevel boat as she undid her seatbelt and finally gave attention to her own melting ice cream. "Where does it go?" She asked, a scoop of ice cream later. Aston got out of the car, meeting Marley at the front of it. She took another spoonful of the ice cream and then tossed it into the nearby trash with perfectly arched accuracy and a satisficed smirk. She'd much rather her hand be free for their walk.

Marley blushed, but nodded.  It always made her feel good when she could make Aston laugh.  "Mhm!  It goes down the New River - which I know is a terrible name, but that's what we've got - and either stops at their private island or just comes back depending which cruise you're on.  Oh and their private island is a wildlife park!  Which is so neat."  She continued working on her cone and gave Aston an impressed look as her bowl hit the trash.  "It's so pretty down here, isn't it?"

"Real pretty." Aston agreed, stepping in toward Marley and brushing hair from her face to tuck it behind her ear. Taking her hand they stepped over the curb separating the parking lot and lead her across the pavement toward the pier. "And I like the name." She added, looking over at the big boat again. "I've never been on a river cruise, do you wanna see about getting tickets this weekend? Looks like the thing to do around here according to that line." Aston assessed, tossing her chin toward the people boarding.

The blush that had already rose in her cheeks grew deeper and darker, but Marley didn't shy away from the touch in any way.  She drank it in, instead, eyes shining as she looked at Aston.  "Really?" her voice squeaked a little in excitement.  "I'd love that so much, my Miss.  If we go to the island we could see lemurs!  Have you ever seen a lemur?  They're so cute."  She swung their joined hands and nibbled at her ice cream, nearly done now.

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The sun was already coming up when Zoe was walking back home from yet another local party she’d crashed. She spent the night smoking, drinking, and people watching like she normally did. And while she’d been up for almost 24 hours, she was not ready for bed. Which was why she just grabbed another beer from the fridge and went back out onto the front porch. Not to mention, she wanted to catch Aston before she left for the day. So she sat and waited, simply moving her eyes up to the door when she heard the commotion of her heading out the door. There was no reaction, even when Aston was clearly startled, and she completely ignored the Switch’s question and went on to ask her own. “Do you have a minute to talk?”

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As promised, they took the bulk of their Saturday to relax. Aston uncharacteristically slept in after a nice long dinner and going rounds with Marley and the strap the night before. The daytime brought close cuddling, just as the sun from the window reached Marley’s bed and she felt like a cat sun bathing with Marley pressed up against her. They showered together, sneakily dipped hands beneath sheets and between legs and napped before either of them had even thought to get up and do anything at all. By the time they woke again it was approaching early evening and Aston got out of bed only to pull on some underclothes and then slide right back in beside Marley. She wrapped her arm around her, kissed the top of her head, and picked up her phone to open her notes app. “I’ve got my list for you.” She said, scrolling for the right app. “Did you get a chance to do one?”

It felt like a Devereux day, was all that Marley could think.  A day when there was nothing but them, the world all but emptied and made new for them.  She was pleasantly sore and tired after the night before, filled with joy that they'd shared dinner with her mom, and with all that combined Saturday morning came around like a pleasant fog rolling across a quiet lake.  As early evening rolled around and Aston got up, Marley grumbled and reached for her even though she was only a few feet away.  "I did," she nodded, rubbing at her eyes.  "Did you want to go first, my Miss?"

Aston had laughed softly at Marley's protest, returning to her quickly with the addition of butterflies in her stomach for a moment. Something about the messy bedhead and wide pleading eyes really sparked something up in Aston. Even after Aston settled, the sudden flutter passing, it immediately returned again at Marley's new chosen way to address her. Aston stopped and looked unexpectant  at Marley for a few long moments, drinking in the soft curves of her face and relaxed gaze. She leaned in, kissing her slow and squeezing her closer just for the sake of it. "Lets go over them together, I'll go and then you'll go." With some effort, she forced her focus back to her phone and pulled her list up. "That way we can explain and discuss as we go. Sound good, mouse?" Aston asked, pausing a moment for confirmation and then read off the first thing on her list. "I've got TPE down first." She said then looked back over at Marley. "I think for short periods at first and then... I'd really like to do an entire week with you under my complete control. I have a feeling you would be real good with that one."

Marley definitely had no issue with the kiss, even if the scrutiny had left her blushing and biting at her lip.  "Sounds perfect," she agreed, grabbing her own phone from where it was plugged in on her nightstand and cuddling into Aston's side.  "I love that idea very much," she confirmed without any hesitation.  "I'd love nothing more than to be just yours, in every way, for a whole week."  Marley checked her own list.  "Maybe we could try mine tied in with that...a bit more impact play?  Some nice marks of yours that I could wear?"

Marley was not failing at keeping Aston's stomach alight with butterflies. I'd love nothing more to be just yours. It wasn't the end of the statement but it did its job enough to momentarily throw Aston again; and they'd only just begun the discussion. "I've actually gone all the way through to advanced in impact," Aston informed "I don't have very much practical experience with it. Actually, I took it because I wanted to understand it better and..." Aston shifted, her thoughts flooding to the scar leftover on her ass from a mistake early in her dabble into roles. "And to be sure I'm not about to screw it up." She smiled at Marley and gave a nod. "I would love to try some of it out with you, we'll try that one gradually. Alright?"

It was always interesting for Marley to learn more about Aston; they'd spent most of a year as roommates, but that didn't mean there wasn't still a lot to learn.  "Oh, okay!  I'm not up to advanced yet, Miss.  I have total faith in you, though, and we'll definitely start slow - I don't want to like, start off by you using a cane on me or something.  That's the kind of thing I'd really need to work up to if we were going to do it."  She moved in closer still, wanting to minimize the space between them.

Aston raised an eyebrow at the mention of a cane. Marley's body had become so familiar to her. Aston could picture nearly every inch of her easily and the idea of soft smooth skin being red and raised by her own doing set off an interest in Aston she hadn't thought to dwell on. Leaving Marks on Marley was one thing but knowing she would have the other switch thank her for each one she knew would be an experience she'd very much enjoy. Aston nodded a few times, her lips pressing together in a small smile. "Perfect." Then she cleared her throat. "Now I know we was just messing with this the other night but I put the pump high up on my list too. There are a lot of things I still want to do with that but, the different part being I want to show you how to do it yourself. So that you can pump and kneel and be ready for me. It looked like you really liked how that felt and as much as you always look happy to see me mouse, I can only imagine how much you would be aching if you pumped for me and edged until I got to you."

Aston's second suggestion made Marley's eyes darken slightly, and she licked her lips before trying to phrase a reply.  "I'd really like that too, my Miss.  It was a really great experience having you do it for me, but I think it'll be so much better if I'm pumped and edged and wet for you at the door when you get here."  Whatever her next idea was it fled her head as she tried to get past the mental image that the two of them had painted that was now taking up all of her thoughts.  "I'm, um..." she cleared her throat.  "What were we talking about, Miss?  Besides me being wet and needy for you?"

Aston’s grin was instant as she watched the change in Marley’s expression. It was clear from her face she was trying her best to work through her thoughts, ones Aston had seemingly scrambled. She turned so she was facing Marley just a bit more and lifted her knee to position it between Marley’s legs. She barely pressed at all but she could feel the heat radiating against her and she drank in Marley’s reaction before speaking again. “You’re telling me what is next on your list, mouse.” Aston reminded, her hand going to Marley’s hip to encourage her to press into her a little closer.

When Aston's leg pressed against her, even a little, Marley inhaled sharply.  Any hope that she'd had of remembering what she was meant to say next was well and truly out the window, but she found she didn't mind even a little bit.  "List," she repeated, her voice a bit thick as she tried to focus.  Following Aston's lead she pressed down a little against her knee and tried to somehow find her words at the same time.  "Next on the list was, um...oh..." she pulled her phone closer, trying to read even as her vision went a little blurry.  "Dollification, Miss."

“Good girl.” Aston gave, leaning her knee a bit forward and back again to cause additional pressure and both the release and cause to Marley’s distraction. “Oh?” Aston said as she absorbed the suggestion. Marley was typically always playable in her hands, willing to do or move in whatever way Aston guided her but fully leaning into that type of control did have its appeal. She reached out an lay her hand on Marley’s face, rubbing a thumb across a cheekbone. “We’ll rose your cheeks and get you in just a pretty dress.” Aston rocked her hips, the sensation of heat on her thigh breaking through to wetness as Marley was forced to rub against her. She pushed the hand through long brown strands to the ends, straightening some of the mess left by their day in bed. “Brush your hair and help you get into all the best positions…I would like that too.” Aston admitted. There was a world of possibility in that and Aston couldn’t count on one hand alone the ways she already thought of to tease and use Marley in play like that. “You would make the most beautiful doll for me, mouse. Wouldn’t you?”

There was absolutely no hope of Marley staying coherent once Aston began to rock back and forth.  All she could do was her best to try and focus on the words.  "That sounds...god...so perfect, my Miss.  Just to be your pretty doll for you, your toy to do anything that you might want to do with me."  She'd loved her experiences in dollification, and she knew that it would be amazing to try it with Aston.  To be a doll, without will or control and just belonging completely.  "I'd be the prettiest for you, my Miss.  Your own little toy for as long as you wanted me to be."  That was all she could manage for words, though, because her eyes slipped shut as Aston's knee hit just the right spot.

Aston swallowed a few times, her mouth going dry as she watched Marley. Every word sounded as genuine as ever and Aston knew Marley meant every one of them. Suddenly she was doing her best to keep from flipping their position so that she had a better angle hanging over Marley and grinding into her. Reigning in her own growing excitement Aston took advantage of brown hair being pushed out of the way and began laying kisses down the side of Marley's exposed neck, entwined and slowly rocking together with the switch's hand gripping the others waist pulling her into the same rhythm. "Chastity." She said simply between a small nip and soothing lick to soft skin. "Keep you locked up tight for as long as I want." Aston said hovering close by Marley's ear, voice lowering in their closeness as she kept command of the goal of the conversation. "Locked up until I want to play with you. Just like this."

Marley whined softly as Aston pressed kisses to the tender skin of her neck, knowing exactly where they were needed the most and where they would make her whimper and plead.  Her Miss (and that term sounded better in her head every time she used it) had learned her body slowly and over time and memorized it all.  She let her eyes shut as she arched into the touch, but they shot open again at Aston's idea.  There was a silence punctuated only by moans and gasps as it worked its way through her head, and when Marley spoke it was with a certainty that she hadn't known she had.  "As much as that sounds like torture, Miss," she murmured, "like the worst kind of torture, being locked away from you...if that's what you would like, my Miss, I would be proud to be locked up tight until you're ready to play with me again.  Because it would be another way that I could be marked as yours."

The response pulled a grunt out Aston she did little to quell and she bury her face deeper in the crook of Marley's neck, her teeth coming to grip at the base of the column as she snapped her hips, and subsequently her knee in a few quick motions as a reward for Marley's enthusiastic response. Aston kissed at the barely there indentations of her teeth on Marley's body, and repeated the quick motions grinding into her again. "You're a good girl, mouse. Strong and patient." She praised, rearing back to peck at the corner of Marley's lips and find her gaze. "I bet we wont even need to practice." Another peck. "So good for me I know you'd pump yourself needy and lock yourself in it everyday if I asked. Just for me."

Marley cried out, slapping a hand over her mouth and trying to keep herself as quiet as humanly possible for the sake of whoever else might be in the house.  "Thank you, my Miss," she breathed, the syllables muffled slightly by her hand but still audible.  There was no hesitation now, and she nodded eagerly.  "If that's what you ask of me, Miss.  If you asked me right now I'd come with you and get a belt and make it happen.  Right this second."  She knew that chastity would be a difficult thing, but the trust she had in Aston was absolute and Marley would be able to do it if she put her mind to it.  "For you."

Aston was prepared to make Marley cum right then just for saying that. She was nearly worked up enough to let it happen too but instead she slowed their pace back to something steady and kissed her fully on the lips, deep and languid. When she was out of breath Aston broke away, panting and trying her best to keep them both quiet. "Tell me your next thing, mouse." She coaxed, knowing it had to be almost impossible to concentrate at that point but expecting it from Marley anyhow.

Marley had hoped for the chance to cum, but she hadn't truly expected it and didn't intend to ask.  It was a simple way to demonstrate that when the time came to be locked up she could take it no matter how desperate she might be.  But while she could resist asking for an orgasm, forming words and explaining what else had been on her list was all but impossible.  It didn't stop her from trying, but the first few sounds from her mouth could barely be called words.  "I...god, Miss, I..." she shook her head gently and blinked, trying to pull blood back into her brain enough to make it work.  "Painplay, Miss.  That was my next thing, painplay."

Aston traced her fingertips over Marley's face, her cheeks, her jaw, her eyebrows, and pushed back the little hairs that were beginning to stick to the other switch's forehead. She watched her as she struggled though, the sight only inspired Aston to deepen her motions into a broader stroke against Marley. Then Aston finally did press up from her elbow and flipped them so she was on top of Marley. She repositioned herself against Marley's warm wet center and glided with ease in the new position over her sex. The Switch dipped her head, minding herself to cover Marley's mouth with her palm before sucking a nipple between her lips. Painplay was another class Aston had surprised herself with interest enough to begin taking classes in. Her thoughts immediately shifted to various methods of doing so. Visions of clothespins lining Marley's body, or rubber bands snapped against a swollen pleading clit. Aston groaned despite her panties still being in place and nodded a late agreeance to Marley's suggestion. "Plenty of things for us to try." She said, momentarily breathless. "Painplay plays into the wax I'd like to drip on you." She said, recalling things from her own list. "And all the things we can imagine to make you gasp and cry out when I've got you deprived from all your sense but the touch I give you. Pleasant or not." Sensory deprivation and play the next on her list. Peppering kisses over Marley's face Aston knew they were getting closer to her orgasm just by the way the other woman squirmed beneath her. The urgency in Marley's chopped up breathing. "Tell me the rest of yours."

Crying out as they flipped over, Marley stopped even trying to censor herself.  Millie was, she was almost sure, out at work and Zoe could always put her headphones on if Marley got loud.  Fortunately Aston was a step ahead of her as usual, covering her mouth before turning her attention to her nipple.  Marley's body rose to meet Aston's mouth and only fell away when her Miss began to speak again.  "Wax," she nodded frantically, already picturing her body covered in different colors that burned just a little on contact.  "I saw....I..." thinking was the most impossible task when all she wanted was to beg and plead for the touches not to stop at all.  "A hood!" she finally exclaimed.  "Sensory deprivation hood.  I want to try it.  To know nothing but your touch."  Marley whined in protest at being made to think any more, but there was only one thing left on her list.  She could do this.  And then maybe Aston would keep touching her.  "Roleplay, Miss, that was my last one, please don't make me think anymore, please..."

Everything they'd listed together had nearly worked hand in hand and it was really no surprise. Throughout their play together since they'd started to it seemed that have fit into each other's needs very nicely. Nearly perfectly. The hood sounded perfect, exactly they type of thing Aston would have looked to for sensory and the mention of it only excited her more over the possibility of them trying it. Aston took Marley's face, her weight on her elbows and her hands over her cheeks, holding her gaze as she rock into her and stared down at her. "Just one left, mouse." Aston said, remembering the last thing she had last minute added to her list with some hesitation. She stilled her motions, leaning in and pressing her thigh firm but stationary to Marley. She kissed at her bottom lip, and then, "Go ahead mouse," Aston encouraged, increasing the pressure against her. "Move your hips, get what you need." It was permission to use Aston's thigh to get herself where she needed and Aston watched Marley a moment, drinking in quiet whimpers before they were too loud and kissed Marley with her own sense of urgency to quiet them. "I want to take care of you everyday, just like this." She said, her focus narrowing in spite of Marley's body pulling her attention. Aston rejoined the effort, her motions meeting Marley's desperate humping. She leaned in dangerously close, their lips brushing as she spoke. "Every time you need me to... but my last thing is that I want you to put my hands behind my back and take me how you see fit."

"One left," the agreement was almost without understanding, Marley's brain hearing but barely processing.  Now that she had permission Marley didn't hesitate, rocking against Aston at a rapid pace.  The conversation, as well as Aston's attentions, had brought her need higher and higher to the point that she felt it was only going to take moments to get where she needed to go.  Every little kiss pulled her closer and kept her quiet, keeping her from being too demonstrative no matter how much she needed it.  "I want...I want that too, every day," the words came in short gasps between each thrust of her hips and grew faster with each.  She was so close, right on the very edge...and then Aston spoke again, and her hips stilled as she tried to process.  That sounded very much like dominance, and she didn't...that wasn't her.  But it wasn't just anyone asking.  It was Aston.  She trusted Aston, with her heart and her soul.  And this wasn't about being her Dominant.  It wasn't like the week she'd had to pretend to be something other than herself, which had nearly broken her.  This wasn't that. With that in mind, Marley considered her choice carefully.  When she spoke it was hesitant, soft.  "If...if that's something you would like, Miss, I'm...willing to try."

When Marley froze Aston followed suit, stilling above her. It was nearly taboo in their room to mention or remind Marley of her changed role and though Aston had many times encouraged she embrace it for Marley's own benefit this wasn't exactly one of those times. Aston had thought hard about including it but it was honest, and even still gasping from exertion her stomach flipped around with butterflies again hearing Marley's answer. "Yeah?" She asked, not really looking for a follow up response. Aston's lips turned up into a soft smile and she leaned down to kiss Marley slowly. She moved her hands from Marley's face to take both of hers and lift them above her head, fingers slotted together, body pinning the other woman's to the bed. Aston rolled her hips with purpose, continuing to kiss Marley as she worked their pace back up again. She went for her neck again, kisses sloppier and less controlled this time. They would talk about it when they weren't distracted, when Aston could reassure Marley that it wouldn't change how they were together every other time. "Let go, mouse." The build up through their conversation left Aston craving the feel of Marley falling apart from under her. "Cum for me."

ASTON:  Is your Mama working late tonight? I would love to invite her as well if she ain't. If she wanted to join us. MARLEY: Actually I think she may be free tonight, Miss!  She'd be really thrilled to have dinner with us  ASTON: Please apologize to her for me that it'll be a late dinner. Y'all can pick the spot though, wherever is best okay? MARLEY: I'm sure that'll be fine!  And I'll find the perfect spot for us.

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