You were Always Gold to me

Amelia whined, her hands smoothing over the cups of Chiara’s bra. She planted gentle kisses on the revealed part of Chiara’s breasts, looking up at her through fluttering eyelashes. She sucked gently on the flawless, freckled skin, pulling up small bruises as she went.

Amelia whined softly, holding onto Chiara’s hips and trailing kisses down to Chiara’s neck, being as soft and gentle as possible. She unbuttoned her shawl and it toppled to the floor, revealing the ribbed tank top beneath it. All the while, she kept a hold on Chiara- she didn’t want her to leave, not again.

Carefully, her hands roamed across the body she’d known so well, tugging until they were both atop the covers. Swiftly, she shifted so that Amelia was underneath her, and rested her knee between her legs as she supported herself, one hand on either side of Amelia’s shoulders as she peered down at her. And gently, she leaned down to trail kisses down Amelia’s neck, across her collarbone, as she tugged down the neckline of her top fervently.

Amelia groaned, tilting her head back and moving her hands under Chiara’s top, starting to pull the shirt off. She rubbed herself against Chiara’s knee, rolling a lip into her mouth as she gasped. “A-are you sure?”

She inhaled sharply, and let her hands roam to the hem of the jeans shorts Amelia was wearing, fumbling for the zipper. “If I wasn’t sure, would we be here?” She breathed, unzipping the already barely-covering-anything garment and wiggling it off the girl’s hips.

Amelia arched up, allowing the shorts to be pulled to her knees. She threw Chiara’s shirt off, rolling them both over and beginning to work on Chiara’s jeans. “Definitely not,” Amelia murmured, giving a small smile - uncertain - as she tugged Chiara’s pants down.

“Hm, is it dangerous?” Gilda asked, curiously. Honestly, Gilda wasn’t one for prying into people’s talents, or anything at all, she was more of keeping to herself.

“Not at all! I mean, unless you’re scared of big cats…” Amelia hummed, putting the mug down and moving her hands to the hood of her shawl.

Amelia grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.” Amelia flipped on her hood, body morphing and folding beneath the hood to reveal golden fur, beautiful blue eyes now speckled with flecks of gold. She rolled her shoulders and stretched, cocking her head at Gilda, before moving to rest her head next to her lap, requesting pets.

Amelia smiled, giving a small growl of happiness, flipping the hood back off and returning to her normal form. “Cool, right? It’s been a perk ever since i gained the talent.”

“Hm, is it dangerous?” Gilda asked, curiously. Honestly, Gilda wasn’t one for prying into people’s talents, or anything at all, she was more of keeping to herself.

“Not at all! I mean, unless you’re scared of big cats…” Amelia hummed, putting the mug down and moving her hands to the hood of her shawl.

Amelia grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.” Amelia flipped on her hood, body morphing and folding beneath the hood to reveal golden fur, beautiful blue eyes now speckled with flecks of gold. She rolled her shoulders and stretched, cocking her head at Gilda, before moving to rest her head next to her lap, requesting pets.

Amelia whined softly, holding onto Chiara’s hips and trailing kisses down to Chiara’s neck, being as soft and gentle as possible. She unbuttoned her shawl and it toppled to the floor, revealing the ribbed tank top beneath it. All the while, she kept a hold on Chiara- she didn’t want her to leave, not again.

Carefully, her hands roamed across the body she’d known so well, tugging until they were both atop the covers. Swiftly, she shifted so that Amelia was underneath her, and rested her knee between her legs as she supported herself, one hand on either side of Amelia’s shoulders as she peered down at her. And gently, she leaned down to trail kisses down Amelia’s neck, across her collarbone, as she tugged down the neckline of her top fervently.

Amelia groaned, tilting her head back and moving her hands under Chiara’s top, starting to pull the shirt off. She rubbed herself against Chiara’s knee, rolling a lip into her mouth as she gasped. “A-are you sure?”

Amelia whined softly, holding onto Chiara’s hips and trailing kisses down to Chiara’s neck, being as soft and gentle as possible. She unbuttoned her shawl and it toppled to the floor, revealing the ribbed tank top beneath it. All the while, she kept a hold on Chiara- she didn’t want her to leave, not again.

Amelia halted at first, unsure- but she didn’t want to leave either. She pressed back against Chiara, giving a small sigh. God- it had only been a week since they broke up, yet she had missed Chiara’s kisses. How the hell did she live before she met Chiara? “I-I don’t want to go either,” She blubbered between kisses, hugging Chiara tight. “I never want to leave again- please don’t make me leave.”

“I never said it was all your fault,” Chiara gesticulated clumsily to accentuate her words. “It was /both/ of us!”

“What? What could we have done wrong? There’s a difference between aged love and falling out of it!!” Amelia sighed, looking away.

“If I knew, would we be here?” She shot back, pinching the bridge of her nose. Truth be told, she didn’t know what she felt. She was still attracted to her, but - which aspect of her? Chiara wished she knew. “I’m not exactly a fucking love expert.”

Amelia huffed. “Obviously.” She replied quietly.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Chiara hefted off the table, and nearly careened to the floor, but she caught herself. “You weren’t supposed to agree.” A huff. “Listen, you were the first person I ever– I ever actually loved, alright?! Excuse the hell out of me if I don’t know every rule in the fucking book.”

“I honestly... I can’t believe it either.” Amelia murmured, rubbing circles in Chiara’s back. “I can’t believe I said that- God, what was I thinking?” Amelia’s head slumped against Chiara’s neck. “I would give anything to take it back and ram it up my ass- you didn’t deserve me saying that. You don’t deserve anything like that, ever. I’m sorry for... for everything. I’ve ever done to you- for making you fall in love with me, for the things I’ve said and done and-” Amelia started pulling away. “I’ll go- I’ll leave you alone.”

“I never said it was all your fault,” Chiara gesticulated clumsily to accentuate her words. “It was /both/ of us!”

“What? What could we have done wrong? There’s a difference between aged love and falling out of it!!” Amelia sighed, looking away.

“If I knew, would we be here?” She shot back, pinching the bridge of her nose. Truth be told, she didn’t know what she felt. She was still attracted to her, but - which aspect of her? Chiara wished she knew. “I’m not exactly a fucking love expert.”

Amelia huffed. “Obviously.” She replied quietly.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Chiara hefted off the table, and nearly careened to the floor, but she caught herself. “You weren’t supposed to agree.” A huff. “Listen, you were the first person I ever– I ever actually loved, alright?! Excuse the hell out of me if I don’t know every rule in the fucking book.”

“I never said it was all your fault,” Chiara gesticulated clumsily to accentuate her words. “It was /both/ of us!”

“What? What could we have done wrong? There’s a difference between aged love and falling out of it!!” Amelia sighed, looking away.

“If I knew, would we be here?” She shot back, pinching the bridge of her nose. Truth be told, she didn’t know what she felt. She was still attracted to her, but - which aspect of her? Chiara wished she knew. “I’m not exactly a fucking love expert.”

Amelia huffed. “Obviously.” She replied quietly.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Chiara hefted off the table, and nearly careened to the floor, but she caught herself. “You weren’t supposed to agree.” A huff. “Listen, you were the first person I ever– I ever actually loved, alright?! Excuse the hell out of me if I don’t know every rule in the fucking book.”

“I never said it was all your fault,” Chiara gesticulated clumsily to accentuate her words. “It was /both/ of us!”

“What? What could we have done wrong? There’s a difference between aged love and falling out of it!!” Amelia sighed, looking away.

“If I knew, would we be here?” She shot back, pinching the bridge of her nose. Truth be told, she didn’t know what she felt. She was still attracted to her, but - which aspect of her? Chiara wished she knew. “I’m not exactly a fucking love expert.”

Amelia huffed. “Obviously.” She replied quietly.

“I never said it was all your fault,” Chiara gesticulated clumsily to accentuate her words. “It was /both/ of us!”

“What? What could we have done wrong? There’s a difference between aged love and falling out of it!!” Amelia sighed, looking away.

“Stop.” Amelia murmured, looking away. “Stop doing that, stop acting like this.” She was growing tired of Chiara doing this- treating her like nothing had changed.

Amelia’s eyebrows furrowed, and a growl rose in her throat. “Polite? Okay, so, you go and crush my heart, and then- come back around and do all of this and just call it polite? Bullshit. Fucking bullshit.” She started backing up, away from Chiara.

Her eyes narrowed. “Crush YOUR heart? Right. Because I, single handedly, ruined everything.” She languidly waved her arm, “Okay.”

“What? What did I do wrong?” Amelia exclaimed, crossing her arms. “Even if I did anything wrong, it obviously wasn’t enough to make you stop flirting with me, even after we broke up!”

“Stop.” Amelia murmured, looking away. “Stop doing that, stop acting like this.” She was growing tired of Chiara doing this- treating her like nothing had changed.

Amelia’s eyebrows furrowed, and a growl rose in her throat. “Polite? Okay, so, you go and crush my heart, and then- come back around and do all of this and just call it polite? Bullshit. Fucking bullshit.” She started backing up, away from Chiara.

“Hm, is it dangerous?” Gilda asked, curiously. Honestly, Gilda wasn’t one for prying into people’s talents, or anything at all, she was more of keeping to herself.

“Not at all! I mean, unless you’re scared of big cats...” Amelia hummed, putting the mug down and moving her hands to the hood of her shawl.

“Stop.” Amelia murmured, looking away. “Stop doing that, stop acting like this.” She was growing tired of Chiara doing this- treating her like nothing had changed.