♠ — the black sheep.

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Mariam stood at the cosily decorated stall at one of the signature Christmas markets that sprung up on the weekends leading up to the twenty-fifth. She was there for the Rainbow Trust Children’s Charity and the stall was packed with sweaters, socks, Christmas cards and all kinds of little trinkets and presents. She had a stylish woollen coat wrapped around her, her scarf tucked inside to shield herself from the cold. “Hello there! Do you need any more Christmas presents for the family? We have got some wonderful ones here, and all proceeds go to the Rainbow Trust Children’s Charity.” 

Yara didn’t need any more gifts, but she wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to assist a reputable charity and a familiar face. Accepting Mariam’s invitation of sorts she approached the stall. “Mariam,” she greeted the other with a warm smile. Yara vaguely skimmed what was on offer, but looked to the other for guidance. “I’m not looking for anything in particular though. I suppose I can splurge and then donate to a children’s home or something.”

Since the very first time they had spoken to one another, Sasha had wondered what it might be like to have those full lips pressing against her own and to have those hands wander along her skin. Now that she was finally experiencing the latter, it was like every inch of her skin that Yara’s fingers or lips grazed was catching fire, the desire for the other woman rising by the second. Soft, almost quiet whimpers left her with Yara’s lips against her neck and her breath hitting the shell of her ear. God, what was she doing to her? Feeling those hands trailing along her stomach and thighs felt like heaven and Sasha moved just slightly backwards against the other woman to feel her closer, her own hands taking a hold of Yara’s and guiding them further upwards directly over her breasts, her desire for Yara setting something free within her that pushed the nervousness away.

She didn’t even know what she had wanted to say. There were no words on the redhead’s mind currently, all she could focus on were those soft lips against her ear. She shivered when Yara’s breath hit its shell and pearly white teeth dug into her bottom lip. There was one thing that was becoming crystal clear: If Yara went on with this path, Sasha would not be able to resist her. Not like this. One of Sasha’s hands came to rest on Yara’s knee behind her and she sighed once those lips traveled back upwards to her ear, her head tilting slightly to the side to give Yara more access.

A soft sigh left her when Yara started working her shoulders and goosebumps rose up on her skin with each touch that came from the woman’s hands. God, this felt good. She must have been more tense than she originally thought, but Yara’s fingers worked wonders on her muscles and she loved it. Even her neck the goosebumps wouldn’t stay away from when Yara’s touch wandered. Completely unexpectedly she felt the woman’s gentle lips against her neck and she gasped softly, feeling a shiver running down her spine. “Yara…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Sasha’s nervousness was rising with every second, and she had to focus on her breathing to try and keep it under control when Yara was next to her and her thigh brushed against her own, while Yara’s thumbs gently started massaging her hand. She looked into the woman’s eyes, then let her own fall closed, just focusing on those gentle hands on her skin. Just as Yara requested, she turned slightly to the side to give her more access to her back. It was hard not to completely melt under the woman’s touch, but she didn’t want to give Yara that kind of satisfaction yet.

“Oh I bet,” she said, smiling.“I wish I had one of these in my back yard. So convenient.” It was a luxury that so far she hadn’t allowed herself, simply because she wasn’t quite there yet with her career. One day, maybe… “Oh really? And what’s that?” she asked, chuckling, her eyebrows rising upwards. However, the moment Yara said a massage as a possibility, the blood in her veins ran even hotter. The mere thought of having those hands on her skin sent a shiver all the way down her spine and she hummed. It was clear what the other woman was out for and Sasha was nervous. She didn’t know why, it wasn’t like she wasn’t comfortable with her body. But there was something about Yara that had her stomach in nervous knots. “Perhaps you can show me,” she said, voice low and soft as she looked at her out of blue eyes, finally unable to resist the woman’s advances.

God, why was she so nervous? It wasn’t like she had a bad looking body, quite the opposite was the case. But the mere possibility of where this could lead had her stomach in nervous knots. Still, she gave the other woman a smile in return. After all, maybe this was all just a friendly invitation. But then why was it that the other woman’s presence alone made her so incredibly nervous? At Yara telling her to come in, she chuckled and nodded, opening the robe and letting it glide from her shoulders, feeling the other woman’s piercing gaze on her the entire time, causing her blood to run hot in her veins. Trying to ignore it as best as she could, she stepped into the warmth of the water, closing her eyes momentarily once she was submerged in it to the neck. “You were definitely not exaggerating,” she then said with a small grin, blue eyes looking over at the other.