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Annie hums “I thought you could let me watch.” Her fingers catch the dangling zipper of Misty’s top.

Misty swallows. Her heart is fluttering in her chest. “Yeah? Watch what?”

Annie smiles. “Watch you undress.”

Oh. Heat prickles down Misty’s back. Her cheeks are burning. “Okay,” she says.

So she ends up standing by the window, unzipping zippers with trembling fingers. Her shorts, her top.

Annie is sitting on her bed, legs crossed daintily, looking like a fantasy come to life in her cream-white suit. She tilts her head a little when Misty struggles with the hooks in her top, the ones that make sure the zipper doesn't slip down when Misty moves around a lot. They finally give and Annie humms when her tits give that little bounce.

By the time Misty rolls down her fishnets and steps out of her panties, her face feels to hot she has to be glowing red. The way Annie runs her eyes over her isn't helping. "Are you-" She clears her throat. "Are you gonna take off your little dress, too?" Aims for confident, at least.

Annie hums, tilts her head the other direction. Golden curls spill over her shoulder. "Not yet. But you can sit down, if you want."

Okay. Misty does want that. She steps closer to the bed, but when she's about to sit down next to Annie, close enough for their knees to touch, Annie shakes her head. Misty stops, feeling very pink and very hot. "Do you want me to-" She can kneel. Absolutely, she can kneel. With Annie in her suit, looking so angelic, so untouchable and sweet, Misty can kneel in front of her, absolutely.

She's about to, her knees weak anyways, but Annie smiles at her, eyes narrowed slightly, and shakes her head again. Her hand reaches out and Misty can see her, of course, but it's still a shock to feel that touch, so warm and soft on her bare skin.

Annie grabs her waist and pulls her in, down. Realisation burns through Misty like liquor, hot-sweet, and she goes, follows. Climbs on Annie's lap.

It's intense, like this. Her whole body is glowing, and without the protective layer of her clothing, she feels Annie all over. The velvet material of her sleeves brushes her arms, the rustling tulle of her petticoats tickles along her inner thighs.

Misty remembers the 'no touching' rule, so her hands hover awkwardly over Annie's shoulders before she folds them behind her back. "Good," Annie says softly, and that little smile in her voice has Misty's head hanging low, her hair hiding her burning cheeks.

"Here." Misty's lips were parted already, but she parts them further when Annie's fingertip brushes her lower lip. She tastes the salt of her skin, presses her tongue against her finger (does that count as touching?).

When Annie pulls her hand back, Misty's exhale is a soft sigh. Then, without warning, Annie brushes her wet-cool fingertip over Misty's nipple, and the sigh turns into a squeak, a moan.

Annie giggles, "yeah?" breathed right against Misty's throat.

Misty melts. Doesn't have to worry about keeping her balance, because Annie holds her up with one hand. Strong, warm grip on her hip. The other hand, very gentle, is back on her tits.

Electric. Misty's panting. She's so warm, restless with pleasure. When she shifts, Annie's skirts rustle. She feels the soft material brush against her bare pussy and the delicate almost-touch is making her lightheaded.

"Annie," she finally whispers. Soft, sigh more than sound.

Annie hears, anyways, and finally tips her head up to kiss her again. Warm, sweet.

Misty feels like she's dissolving, her whole body oversensitive to the slightest touch. Her eyes flutter closed and she tilts her head, lets Annie lick into her mouth.