#bianm

Katie felt uneasy, it wasn't an emotion she knew all that well. In fact, it was one that she rarely saw, but now in the premises of the Moreno residence, she came face to face with it. Fear was coupled with it, but the latter was more easily buried. She could mask it as she had in the last several years. With her feet dangling off the edge of Imogen's bed, she felt her stomach dropping with every breath that spilled from her lips. "Uh so I'll just...," she began, but left the rest up to the obvious. Slowly, she reached down to work her shoes off. One by one, they toppled off, hitting the floor. "You know we don't have to do this..." Her head shook as she realized her worlds held other meanings. "I mean you don't have to, Ims. We could watch a movie or something if you wanted...," she mused, moving back to the mattress, holding herself up with only her elbows. Although, in truth that was the last thing she wanted. A film would leave room to talk, and she just wasn't ready for that with Imogen.

Immy was overwrought as the silence lingered in the air between the two of them. Her heart would have probably jumped out of her throat at this point if that was scientifically possible. Imogen was silently thankful for the fact that she couldn't hear the incessant thrashing, though she was sure if Katie somehow touched her hands, they would be terribly clammy. Another side effect of being a nervous wreck----- which at the moment described the girl to a tee. She jumped feebly at the sound of her shoes hitting the wood floor. The awkwardness already had ensued when Katie first arrived but it was flourishing by each passing second. It was blatantly obvious at first that there would be modesty about what was possible going to transpire, but she wasn't anticipating they'd hit this extent. "Oh.. um.. it's okay. Really, it is. I... want to." Basically imploring her not to leave, she straddled Katie's lower back until her mismatched knee socks were on either side of her. "I'm just going to...." She trailed off before timidly raising her shirt up. A tentative hand smoothed over her skin before slowly pressing in to her muscles. "A-Am I doing alright?"

Katie promptly adjusted herself on the bed so that Imogen was given better access. An imaginary lump formed in the back of her throat. The two had kissed, and it was a nice kiss, but now she was going to allow them to be even closer. It was simply a massage, she told herself. Friends did that sort of thing all the time, only at the hands of other people. This was a new ordeal for her, but it couldn't be bad. Swallowing the lump, it almost turned upon feeling the girl getting situated above her. Despite all the restraint she'd attempted to give, a muffled sound spilled from her lips on contact. She bit back the moan as it reprised itself. "You're doing fine, don't worry." Reaching behind, she raised her shirt more, giving Imogen more surface to work. She left it just above her bra, trying to keep some sense of modesty while still being able to revel in her touch. "Just keep going," she reassured her, "When you're finished, I'll uh... I'll do you, yeah?" It was the least she could do, and honestly, she didn't mind at all.

Immy A faint blush adorned her cheeks and a shiver ran down her spine upon hearing the sound that expelled from her. Katie's reaction only made the situation all the more nerve wracking and she was receiving the brunt of it. Though, the feedback was just the right amount of assurance for her to continue touching her. "G-Good," Her words faltered slightly off the tip of her tongue but she kept her anxiousness at bay. Following the older girl's instructions, Imogen took a moment to relish in the newly exposed skin before daintily pressing her fingers into the area. "Katie, you know you don't have to do that, right? I'm the one who offered this in the first place." She countered, biting down on her receding bottom lip. "I-I didn't really gather that you'd actually want to reciprocate." The prospect of it was enough to induce the wheels turning in her head, which probably wasn't the most ingenious idea right now. Shaking off the immodest thoughts, her fingers brushed courageously up her back until they stopped right above her bra.

Katie reveled in her hazy reverie, the one of which her hands found every crevice of Imogen's body. It lingered there, just as it had for sometime. Since her drunken slip-up, she'd known just the extent of her want for the quirky girl. It was flourishing greatly with each passing second. Feeling Imogen's hands against her only caused it to grow exponentially, and the chance of not having even an ounce of that wasn't something that sit well with her. Her head shook in protest, in spite of the begrudging moans she emitted. “I want to, Imogen.” Heavy emphasis fell on want, all in a ploy to get a rise out of the other girl. She didn't want to make her uneasy, on the contrary, she needed her to know that every word spoken had been meant. She still wanted her just as much as initially said. None of this was a game to her. A shiver forged its way down her spine as Imogen's fingers traveled northern, and again she responded with nothing short of showing her delight. Without a second wasted, she fiddled with the clasp of her bra. When it didn't agree with her, she sighed. “Can you get that,” she asked, in an raspy tone.

Immy deduced from the constant sighs exuding from her mouth that she was doing a fairly decent job at her movements. She had given them once or twice in the past but never with this sensual connotation. The bespectacled girl desperately hoped that the desire she felt would gradually dissipate as the massage progressed----- focusing solely on what the other girl wanted. And it was unbeknownst to Imogen what exactly that was right now. The two were on totally different sides of the spectrum and even though the infamous 'opposites attract' saying held true to it's meaning, keeping this obscured by being discreet was going to be a tough feat. Especially from the fact that Katie was under constant scrutiny from her schoolmates, or if not them, her fellow princesses. "Uh---- yeah. Sure. Of course." Imogen mentally prepared herself before her trembling hands found the garment. She awkwardly fiddled with the clasp until she felt it give, the straps falling down her shoulders quite effortlessly. She made sure to take a mental picture before she surmounted her budding want for Katie and simply carried on where she left off before.

Katie had a challenging time trying to stay composed. She was overpowered by the urge to cover herself. Despite Imogen not being able to see her, the need to hide away was still great. No one outside of the princesses had seen her in this light. The connotation was something else entirely. Having never had anyone look upon her, in a less than platonic sense, caused an array of contradictory emotions to arise. She wanted Imogen to see her, but on the same token, she didn't. Now, however, she wouldn't allow herself to over think their circumstances. If she put too much thought into her actions, or rather the other girl's, she would talk herself out of this. She wouldn't do that, not when she'd come this far. Aside from that, she couldn't when she wanted every bit of this. Every movement of the brunette's fingers only furthered that feeling. “Ims...,” she uttered, carefully covering her chest with one hand. The other however was utilized solely to stop Imogen's motions. Tilting herself upright, ever so slightly, she eyed her cautiously as her hand sternly remained in place. “Kiss me,” two words, two utterly unavoidable ones, expelled from her.

Immy swallowed thickly as she made headway. Imogen remained stoic while her hands delved into the uncovered skin. She would have never envisioned that she'd have Katie Matlin, the queen bee of Degrassi, laying topless in her bed and yet she was enjoying every single minute of this bizarre encounter. It was evident that not much of anything was off limits at this point but Imogen was too demure to even possibly try using that to her advantage. She attempted to keep her unchaste thoughts in the back of her mind----- but to no avail. Katie was now the predominant in the majority of her thoughts so it would be a moot point to try and stop them. Hearing the girl murmur her name so naturally caused butterflies to erupt in Imogen's stomach. Her next words were impossible to not pay heed to. The thriving anticipation was all the more riveting for her. She understood the basic gist of how she was going to approach her but she was practically sweating bullets at this point. "O-okay," She quavered, looking for any signs of hesitation on her face before throwing all caution to the wind. Her hand graced Katie's cheek as she pressed their lips together firmly, subsequently giving in to her immense temptations.

Katie is pleasantly surprised when Imogen's lips meet her own. For a moment, maybe several of them, she wouldn't have imagined the bespectacled girl would act on her words. In all her quirky glory, it still seemed as though Katie would have been forced to have made the move. She relished in this minute gain of her own. While in the grander scheme of things, this was hardly small. A large victory had been won in both of their favors. Katie wasted no time at all. Her lips eagerly moved against Imogen's. The timidness that had been there the first time they'd kiss was a thing of the distant past. Boldly, hungrily, and needfully she didn't wait for permission to heighten their actions. Pushing the envelope, she wanted more of this, of her. She pulled back from their kiss for a second, one of the longest she'd experienced. “I just have to...,” she shrugged, adjusting and twisting herself underneath Imogen more comfortably. This time her back pressed against the mattress with legs wrapped around her waist. All the while, she was completely exposed from the top up. She didn't allow herself the opportunity to delve into it. Instead, she hastily found the base of her neck. “Come here...,” she gasped, before her lips once more were pressed against their very welcomed counterpart.

Immy was growing more eager by each passing second. Subsequently, Katie's touch was driving her mad and she wasn't used to this state of mind. Often her thoughts were as innocent as they come, yet she didn't have the opportunity to feel unabashed when it came to the other girl for right now. Imogen's willpower perished whenever she was around her. For some reason, she brought out a deviated side to her that she had never been familiar with. She just couldn't help herself when it came to Katie, and her insatiable craving for her only further proved that. Imogen presumed that the timidness she harbored would eventually shine through and act as a hindrance but she was already playing with fire. The pigtailed girl was now certain she would be commemorating their kiss for quite a long time, given that her first one with Zig in a drunken haze now seemed meager at best. Whining softly when Katie withdrew from her, she feigned a sullen look before she adjusted her position as well. In the midst of their heated make out session, she was too preoccupied to even take a gander at the sight below her. Before Imogen could even advert her attention, she was beckoned closer and their lips reconnected once more. She was suddenly thankful for her pension to wear skirts as their bodies were pressed firmly together, rousing gingerly on top of Katie which created an unimaginable friction.

Katie was incapable of getting enough of this. Need, an indescribable driven emotion, that's what she felt. An inexplicable and imaginable version of it. Pent up energy due to incessant studying and harsh insults tossed in the direction of others, was now finally being released in the best possible way. Her focus had been wasted for far too long on frivolous matters. Once she walked out of Imogen's room, there was no question as to how things would turn around. Attentions would be thoughtlessly spent elsewhere, and this would hardly register as a blimp on the radar; however, for the moment, she'd allow herself this gratification. Caring was something of which she wasn't familiar. The feeling was garnered for only those she was closest. Clare and Maya were the only two she held at any genuine esteem, or that had been the case. She cared for the brunette hovering above her more than she'd like, but she refused to channel that in any form aside from the way her knee now nestled between Imogen's legs. Each swipe of her tongue was matched with an added pressure of her own leg, and her hands fiddled with the hem of her shirt. Not wanting to withdraw from the kiss, she hastily drew the garment as far as she could without pulling away. Her nails raked over the delicate skin, and unadulterated muffled sounds echoed.

Immy not by any means anticipated that the older girl underneath her would be so fond of intimacy------ nevertheless with someone of the female species. In retrospect, the thought of being with her like this didn't bother her so much. The one thing she didn't bargain for was to actually be fond of Katie. It almost seemed impossible back then, knowing how much her loud mouth and holier-than-thou attitude irked her to no end. Maybe it was just the proximity that made her feel this way, or how effortlessly the two meshed together. Imogen essentially had a death wish if she was going to be emotionally invested in the queen bee, she already knew that for sure. What would happen after this rendezvous was all up in the air at this point, though the thought in itself made her disheartened. Imogen reciprocated all of Katie's movements, a breathy whimper being emitted into the other girl's mouth from the sensations her leg induced. Eager fingers worked on the buttons of her top until it reached her neckline. Much to her obvious dismay, she retracted from her momentarily to rid herself of her shirt. Tossing it heedlessly, a faint blush adorned her cheeks once she was clad in only her patterned bra. Before she could retaliate, she simply reconnected their lips and arched into her touch, Imogen's fingers grazing her skin slightly.

Katie whimpered in protest as their lips were begrudgingly detached. She instantly missed the feel she gathered. Every movement was sending her into a perpetual state of hypersensitivity. Silently she watched Imogen remove another garment standing in their way. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach, this was happening. There was no turning back. Luckily she didn't have time to over think it as their kiss was once again ignited. Her hands began their memorization of the newfound skin. Nimble fingers found the latch of Imogen's bra. It wasn't long before she removed it, drawing the unwanted straps down around her arms. Not wanting to miss things, she retracted her lips from Imogen's once more. Unabashedly she let her eyes take in everything. A nervous swallow erupted, but she couldn't help the honesty that flooded from within her. “You're beautiful,” she earnestly complimented, there was no malice intent. “Beautiful,” she repeated, this time the word was softer, a ghost of her initial statement. It was then that she heard a sudden clanking sound. It startled her and a soft laugh spilled from her lips. “I thought you said we'd be alone,” Katie whispered, although her actions didn't cease. She was too involved to let Imogen go. Without much concern and a chuckle to follow, her lips found the brunette's once more. She couldn't get enough of the quirky girl, but it wasn't something she'd announce to the world.