Past Tense... Miranda took a deep breath as she stood once again in one of the Celadon Gym's tasteful yet still somewhat overdone bathrooms, staring at herself in the mirror as she leaned over the sink, cringing as she bent her leg, the muscle protesting with a jolt of pain. "You'd think I'd be used to wandering around this much by now," Miranda muttered, chastising herself as she stood up straight again and tied her hair back before slipping the overly warm feeling kimono from her shoulders, carefully folding it up and setting it down on the countertop. "I'll bet Joshua'd laugh if he heard me complain about it, though," she added with a chuckle, glancing up suddenly as she caught the distant seeming sound of Samantha's laughter in the next room. Miranda paused for a moment bending her other leg a bit to alleviate the ache in her foot before grabbing up a large fluffy white towel and wrapping it around herself. "Oh, well," the courier sighed a little nervously, exhaling loudly to blow her dark bangs out of her eyes before turning away from her reflection and moving towards the door, "Once more into the breach." *** The spacious, comfortable room was lit by several well-placed candles, and made slightly warmer than room temperature by the large round hot-tub set into the floor. Within it sat Erika and Samantha, sitting across from one another talking quietly and looking up as Miranda stepped cautiously into the room. "Feeling any better?" Erika inquired as the courier blushed and took a deep breath before closing the door and stepping closer, her eyes widening slightly as neither woman made an effort to cover themselves. "Well, I feel a bit more 'normal'," Miranda replied with a nervous chuckle, glancing longingly down at the warm water and the comfortable bench just beneath it, "No offence, but I'm used to wearing more versatile clothing." Her hostess chuckled at the comment, sliding around the tub to sit next to Samantha, barely causing the water to ripple as she moved. "It's okay, I understand," assured Erika, glancing across the clear water meaningfully to an unoccupied seat, "but why don't you join us? The water will do you good after walking so much today." Miranda nodded slowly, feeling the heat of her cheeks and wishing she could just shut off her blush reflex as her heart raced. 'I'd almost rather wear that silly kimono again,' the courier gulped inwardly, glancing over and catching Samantha's amused, far too knowing gaze, 'Goodness I hope you're not psychic!' "Um, you're probably right," the courier said nervously, moving closer before dunking her foot down into the warm, inviting water, smiling a little as it caressed her skin and sent a pleasant feeling up Miranda's leg. Erika tried her best not to smile, glancing askance at Samantha to catch her gaze as the courier took the second step and stood knee-deep in tub, the water lapping gently at the edges of the towel she wore. The redhead glanced back at her mentor all too innocently as Erika took Samantha's hand under the water and gave her a slight cautionary look and Miranda's fingers nervously fumbled with the towel, quickly slipping it off before sinking swiftly the water. "You needn't be self-conscious, deary," Erika assured, glancing back as Miranda sank deeper, leaning forward a bit so that only her neck and head remained above the surface, the girl's arms covering her bosom as she smiled back nervously, "We'd never make fun of you." "Not that there's any reason to," added Samantha, almost succeeding in keeping the innuendo from her tone and causing Miranda to give a short chuckle at the comment. "I guess I'll take my compliment's where I can get them," Miranda said softly, the water stirring as she reached up to remove her fogging over glasses. "Say, are you near-sighted, or far-sighted?" Samantha inquired, tapping her chin thoughtfully with her index finger as the courier set her glasses down on the wooden floor. "Near. Like my Father was," Miranda replied without thinking as she turned back to the two, "I don't totally need them to see you both at this distance, but-" "It's okay," said Erika softly as Samantha chuckled at the look upon the girl's face as she tried to duck deeper under the water, "And I'm sorry if we're making you feel uncomfortable." Miranda closed her eyes; taking a deep breath she shook her head. "No, no," the girl replied quietly, "It's just that everything that's happened lately's been so new to me. Maybe I'm just out of practice when it comes to being with people this much." "Being a courier must mean you travel alone quite a bit," inferred Erika, leaning back a bit and stretching out her legs, carefully watching Miranda's reaction as her foot slid past hers. "N, not always," the girl replied, jumping imperceptivity in surprise at the contact, but keeping still nonetheless as she made herself relax, "Sometimes we get people who need protection when they travel between cities over land. And then there's the caravans we have, especially during the Winter months. Oh, and of course apprentice couriers have to travel with their mentors for a while before they're allowed out on their own." Erika nodded thoughtfully as her fingers slipped free of Samantha's, touching her hand with a few small movements in order to silently communicate her desires as she spoke. "Have you been on your own for long?" the woman inquired as Samantha leaned forward, tossing her long hair over her head so she could dunk it into the pleasantly warm water. "Oh, not for too long. Just a few months now," Miranda replied, her stormy gray eyes turning to Samantha as Erika's apprentice combed out her hair with her fingers before dunking her head for a moment, "I'm afraid my mentor Joshua wasn't too happy about my just taking off on him, though." "What happened exactly?" Erika inquired, her level tone carefully neutral as she noted the courier's distraction, "Have you spoken to him since?" The courier shrugged, relaxing as her mind tried to concentrate on two things at once, forgetting her own nakedness for the moment as she watched Samantha. "Oh, just the usual stuff," Miranda muttered quietly, watching as Samantha came back up and lifted her hair with both hands over her head before letting it go, the movement bringing the rise of Samantha's bosom up above the water level as the woman leaned her head back, "I... I just let him get to me, I guess. The way he was telling me how to and not to do stuff all the time it... Well, he's not my Father, and I just didn't like him acting like he was." Erika nodded sagely as her apprentice pushed her hair back over her ears, smiling softly back at Miranda as the woman settled back down in her seat, causing the courier to blush again as she caught herself staring. "That's perfectly understandable," the Gym Leader replied, her fingertips brushing against Samantha's thigh with new instructions, "I just hope you're not missing out on anything else he could have taught you." Miranda gave a short, quiet laugh, smiling as she shook her head slowly. "No, no," she assured, staring down at the water between them to where the blurry image of the trio's feet met at the center of the hot-tub, "There's not a lot to being a courier. Learning to be responsible is more important than being really good at it. But don't worry, I'll apologize next time I see Joshua, although he's probably still in shock." "Oh?" Erika inquired at the sudden small smirk that crossed her guest's face. "Yeah," Miranda chuckled wryly, glancing up at the woman with an amused smile, "most Lav'brats are afraid of him. It was probably an unexpected shock to his system to have me stand up to him like that, but I'm sure Joshua'll understand. He may not be my dad, but he's always been something of an unofficial Uncle in a way." Erika smiled, lightly running her toe partway up Miranda's calve and taking note as the courier inhaled quietly, gently nibbling her bottom lip as she watched through the distortion of the water. "He only wanted what was best for you," said Erika softly, staring back intently as Miranda's gaze moved up to catch the look in woman's eyes, "Just because we care for others, doesn't mean that we all know the best way to express our feelings." Miranda sighed heavily at that, shaking her head as she leaned back and glanced up at the ceiling for a long moment. "If we have any, you mean," she chuckled humourlessly, causing Samantha to glance at her mentor with a curiously raised eyebrow. "You don't mean Joshua, do you," stated Erika rhetorically, giving her student a short shake of her head and a silent communication upon her knee, "You mean Derrick, don't you." The courier closed her eyes and nodded, her body tensing as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 'Don't let a stupid memory get the better of you, Miri,' she told herself inwardly, reaching for the inner strength the courier'd inherited from her Mother, 'don't insult your hostess by getting upset, and above all else, don't let HIM win...' "I, I'm sorry," Miranda replied at last, bringing her head back down and shaking it in dismay, "I'm being childish. I should be more in control of my moods by now." Erika smiled reassuringly, leaning forward, taking the courier's hand as she chuckled softly. "I doubt that even your Father was completely in control of his feelings at your age," the woman assured, her smile somehow infectious. "You mean my Mother," Miranda admitted, bowing her head to hide the small smile she couldn't contain as she gave the woman's hand a small squeeze, "My Father was actually kinda impulsive, and he'd even cry when watching sappy movies. It's my mom who's the really strong one in my family. I guess that's why..." Erika raised an eyebrow as Miranda's voice trailed off, the courier giving her head a quick shake to unaddle her brain. "Sorry," Miranda said quickly, a rueful chuckle adding a slight edge to her voice, "Too much bitterness fighting for precedence today, I guess." "You know," said Erika softly, both her hands holding Miranda's as she held the courier's gaze, "You're a beautiful girl, Miri. You shouldn't waste your life on bitterness. It's not worth it." "And neither is he," the courier agreed, smiling inspite of herself at the warm feeling Erika's words sent through her. The Gym Leader frowned thoughtfully for a moment before slipping a hand out of the water to beckon Miranda closer. "Come here for a moment, won't you?" Erika offered gently, "My questions are bringing up bad memories, and I don't want you to feel all alone over there." Miranda gave a small smile at the offer and nodded, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet by the hand that held hers before crouching self-consciously to cross the distance between them with one arm held across her chest. "It, it's okay, I guess," the courier said with a shrug, once more allowing herself to be subtly directed to turn around and kneel before Erika, the warm water soon lapping at her shoulders as Miranda felt the woman's small, soft hands upon them. "You mentioned something about your Mother," the Gym Leader said after a moment, her fingers squeezing gently as her eyes widened imperceptivity at both the tension she felt in Miranda's shoulders, but also firmness of her muscles, "You sounded... Disappointed." "Well, you know how you... Put people on pedestals?" the courier inquired, grimacing a little as her body reacted to the wonderful pressure of Erika's fingers, making note of the woman's movements for future reference, "Well, I guess I kinda did that with both my parents. Except that my dad passed away long before he... before he could disappoint me." "Do you think he would have eventually?" Erika inquired, her thumbs sliding up either side of Miranda's spine along the girl's neck as she spoke. "I guess so," Miranda replied quietly, closing her eyes and lifting herself up a bit as she leaned her head as far forward as she could, holding her ponytail out of the way of her hostess's fingers, "Most people in my life seem to do that eventually." "How did she disappoint you?" Miranda shrugged a little, shivering a bit at the sensation of Erika's fingers pushing their way slowly up the back of her neck before slipping lightly down the sides to rub her shoulders once more. "I, I always saw her as, I dunno, a pillar of strength, I guess," the courier responded at last, exhaling loudly at the wonderful sensation, "I've never seen my Mother cry, you know. Not even at the funeral. That's why... Why when she remarried I felt so..." "Betrayed?" offered Erika to which Miranda shook her head. "No, more disappointed than anything else," she replied sadly, lifting her head as Erika's fingers moved down her back, "I guess I just assumed that my Mother was strong enough to go it alone forever. That she'd never need anyone in her life ever again. But yeah, it did feel to me like she was betraying my Father's memory, like I was the only one who still loved him..." "You weren't and you aren't," said Erika softly, leaning forward to hold the girl as her voice broke and Miranda closed her eyes tightly to quell her tears, "She still loves him, but no one can stand to be alone forever, Miri. Besides, She has a lot of responsibility running the Company, she probably needed help." Miranda gave a short, quiet, laughing sob, shaking her head in pseudo-amusement at the thought. "My Mother admitting to needing help is akin to a legendary tale," she assured with a hint of mirth returning to her voice, "As in, you might hear about it happening, but you'll never live long enough to see it happen." Both Erika and Samantha smiled at the comment, but kept down their laughter as Miranda sat up straighter and leaned back against Erika, the woman's arms moving to hold her more securely, Erika's hands lying upon the courier's upper arms, holding her reassuringly. "I shall have to meet her one day," the Gym Leader replied after a moment, amusement evident in her tone, "It'd be interesting to meet one of the people who made you who you are today. Perhaps then I wouldn't find you so perplexing, deary." Miranda tilted her head a bit before looking back at Erika with a raised eyebrow, catching the teasing smile upon the woman's lips. "I doubt very much that there's a mystery in this world you couldn't solve," the courier commented seriously, a smile of her own creeping across Miranda's face as she reluctantly slipped out of Erika's grasp and moved to sit beside her, only to have Samantha move to one side and motion for her to sit between them. "Only if they involve nature, or the human heart," the red haired Orange Islander corrected, causing Erika to bow her head slightly, the faintest hint of a blush crossing her pale cheeks. "In that case, do I even have to say anything for you to understand me?" inquired Miranda with a chuckle as she sat between the two women, blushing as well as Samantha moved closer so that they flanked the courier with little room to spare. "I'm not that good," Erika replied, glancing meaningfully back at her apprentice across Miranda, making the courier feel more a little self-conscious, "But I do am a fairly good judge of such things. My intuition is seldom wrong." "That's a talent I could stand to pick up," Miranda commented with a chuckle, "I'd certainly help me be a better judge of character. Maybe make my next choice about who I share myself with a bit more of an informed one." Erika gave a concerned frown at the comment, catching the hint of bitterness in the girl's tone and turning her attention back to Miranda. "If you'd be willing to stay a little longer, you're more than welcome to take any number of classes here at my Gym. There is much you could learn here." Miranda swallowed hard as she felt her self consciousness rising again. "Yeah, I, I kinda got that feeling," she replied with a quiet chuckle. Erika exchanged a quick half-glance with her apprentice as she turned in her seat to face the courier, two of her fingers touching the side of Miranda's chin and gently turning the girl's head towards her. "That is a decision that not I, nor Samantha can make for you, Miri," Erika said softly, her emerald eyes changing subtly, for the briefest heartbeat allowing Miranda to see the desire behind them before taking on the more guarded calmness that usually inhabited their seemingly endless depths. The courier closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply before letting her breath out slowly. "You... you were serious earlier, weren't you?" Miranda said softly, opening her eyes and bowing her head a bit as stared back up at Erika, her tone nervous, but unafraid. Erika smiled reassuringly her fingers brushing along Miranda's soft cheek. "It's up to you, deary," she replied gently, "It is true that both Samantha and I would deeply enjoy spending a night with you. To have you share our bed, and to show you how wonderful lovemaking can be when it's free of truly selfish intent. But neither of us will be offended if you decline, Miranda, nor will I withdraw my hospitality. It's completely up to you." The courier turned away for a moment, her heart racing as she stared down at the water contemplatively. "I, I think I'd like that," Miranda said softly, immediately covering her face with both hands, shaking her head as she suddenly laughed, "I can't believe I just said that!" "Don't worry, deary," said Erika softly, her hand upon Miranda's shoulder, "nothing you say to us will ever leave this room. And if you feel the need to leave, we won't stop you. I shall not sacrifice a friendship to gain a lover." Miranda took a deep breath to steady her nerves, half-certain that Erika could hear her heart pounding in her chest, wishing she could stop blushing. "I, I'm not going anywhere," Miranda said at last, her hands slipping back under the water as she sat up straighter and looked back at her hostess, the girl's voice shaking a bit as she spoke, Miranda's demeanor in sharp contrast to the complete calm that wrapped itself around Erika like a second skin. Erika nodded slowly, her smile approving as she took Miranda's hand and slowly stood, bringing them both to their feet, the cooler air causing them both to shiver for a bit. "Well then, I believe that I speak for both of us when I say that I'm glad for that," the Gym Leader replied, at last smiling and giving a soft sigh of contentment as Samantha draped a towel about Erika's shoulders. "Indubitably, my Lady," her apprentice chuckled, casting a mischievous glance over Miranda's shoulder as she placed a second towel upon the courier's shoulders. Erika's smile changed slightly as she caught the teasing sarcasm in her apprentice's voice, her hands slipped free of Miranda's before pulling the towel from her shoulders and giving Samantha a small nod. "This may sound a bit strange to your ears, deary," said Erika softly, placing her towel against Miranda's chest, leaning closer as she spoke, "But everything I've done during your stay here is as much for my own sense of hospitality, as it is for your sense of well-being. You could almost say that you've been one of my students in a way." Miranda inhaled deeply as the woman's hands slowly moved downwards, dragging the towel against her wet skin, pausing as they reached the girl's breasts. "How- How so?" the courier stammered, her hands shaking a little as Miranda internally debated whether or not it was okay to touch the woman in return. Erika smiled, her emerald eyes mirroring a certain fondness as her hands squeezed gently through the towel, causing Miranda to let out a surprised gasp that sent a pleasant tingle down the woman's spine. "Well," the gym leader said thoughtfully, tilting her head to one side, glancing back at Samantha as her apprentice began drying Miranda's back, "It is my goal that you should learn a few important things while you're here." "Besides this?" the courier inquired with a sheepish grin, bowing her head slightly as she looked up at Erika through her bangs, catching her breath as the woman's hands dragged the towel lower, exposing Miranda's small, firm breasts to the open air once more. "This is only part of it, my dear," Erika chuckled, catching the look in Miranda's eyes as Samantha pushed the towel down over her bottom, giving it a teasing squeeze as she knelt behind the courier, "Perhaps its selfish of me, but I wanted you to experience this without pretense. To make love with someone who isn't just looking to further their own career, but instead just wants you to be happy." "To wash away the bitterness," added Samantha, standing once again before suddenly pressing her lips against Miranda's earlobe as the courier lost herself in all the attention, "To make you feel wanted, and needed for you and who you are, not just what you have to give." "I... I don't have much -to- give," Miranda replied with a small shiver, closing her eyes and tilting her head away from Samantha's lips, exposing her neck as she felt Erika's hands move down her legs. "Oh, I beg to differ," Samantha chuckled, dropping the towel into the water as her arms wrapped around the girl, her hands sliding across Miranda's soft skin as Samantha's own still wet body pressed against the courier's back, "Actually, I'd say you have much to offer, assuming you're willing to share that is." Miranda blushed at the woman's comment, opening her eyes and holding her breath in anticipation as Erika's hands slid down the courier's legs, the Gym Leader's lips delivering a slow line of lingering, affectionate kisses downward from Miranda's navel. "I- I don't think I could refuse, even if I wanted to," the courier replied with a bit of a chuckle, shivering suddenly as she felt Samantha's parted lips run up the side of her neck before the woman's teeth gently nibbled her ear. Samantha made a thoughtful sound as she dragged her teeth back, releasing Miranda's earlobe as her hands moved up the girl's chest, her fingertips lightly touching the courier's breasts. "Oh, I think we'd have to insist on your refusal if you did have an objection." Miranda could only nod, her body tensing as Erika settled into a reasonably comfortable kneeling position, the woman's hands sliding fondly over the firmness of Miranda's leg muscles. "Being a courier agrees with you, deary," the woman chuckled teasingly, her hands sliding up and back around to give Miranda's bottom a squeeze as though to confirm her suspicions, "It's rare to find someone as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside." Before Miranda could respond, the tip of Erika's tongue touched her skin, running ever downwards, moving so close to Miranda's clit that the sensation nearly caused the girl to topple over if not for Samantha's support. Erika smiled inwardly at the reaction; the soft gasps that escaped Miranda's lips seemingly musical to her ears as she ran her tongue in a slow circle around the small nub before moving downwards again. "She tends to tease a bit when she finds something she likes," whispered Samantha softly, her own tongue running lightly over Miranda's earlobe as she gently fondled the courier's breasts, her fingers holding Miranda's nipples between them, squeezing just enough to get the girl's attention. "Th-that's okay," Miranda stammered, blushing as she felt her knees threaten to give out. Erika glanced up and smiled at the comment, giving the girl's clit a small, delicate kiss, causing the courier to let out a muffled exclamation and grab Erika's shoulders in an attempt to stay standing. "This is quite new to you, isn't it?" the gym leader said softly, her hands moving slowly upwards along Miranda's thighs. "Quite," Miranda agreed with a small laugh, her body shaking as she leaned back against Samantha, tilting her head to one side as the courier felt the woman's lips touch her neck again, sliding along Miranda's skin so lightly it made her shiver. "Such a shame, yet such a gift," Erika murmured, her lips brushing against the skin of Miranda's thigh as both her hands slid slowly around, the woman's fingers transposing themselves between Samantha and Miranda's bottom, "I only hope that we are worthy." For her part, Miranda could only close her eyes tightly, trying to gasp out a reply as Erika's fingers squeezed her bottom fondly at the same time as Samantha's teeth gently nibbled her earlobe. With shaking hands, Miranda brought her fingers into Erika's hair; the soft silkiness of the woman's dark locks surprising Miranda, so used to tangles of her own hair. The courier was quickly distracted once more, though, as the tip of Erika's tongue suddenly touched her womanhood, pressing against her labia so gently, almost reverently that Miranda barely felt it. The girl still reacted, however, standing taller upon her toes as her whole body tensed up, holding her breath for a moment before slowly exhaling as Erika waited for Miranda to calm back down. "You okay?" Samantha chuckled, nuzzling Miranda's neck affectionately, smiling as the courier barely found the strength to nod. "Perhaps it would be better to do this elsewhere," added Erika wistfully, "somewhere more, appropriate?" "Well, I am having trouble standing," Miranda confessed with a quiet nervous laugh. "Oh, I suppose, you're right," agreed Samantha with a hint of disappointment in her voice, smiling at the girl's reaction as she gave Miranda's nipples a playful squeeze before releasing the courier's breasts entirely. "Good, then its settled, then," said Erika with a slow, thoughtful nod as she stood once more, taking her towel and wrapping it more securely about herself as Samantha moved to acquire Miranda a new one, "Assuming, that is, that you'd like to continue with this?" Miranda blushed as she bowed her head, hiding behind her bangs as Samantha secured the second warm, fluffy towel about her. "How could I say no?" the girl inquired rhetorically, smiling shyly up at Erika, gasping softly as she felt Samantha's lips brush lightly against her neck. Erika chuckled lightly, giving a small nod as she turned away, barely disturbing the water as she lifted herself form it. "Just remember, deary," the woman cautioned, the seriousness of her tone made light by the Erika's trademark contemplativeness, "it's always an option." The courier could only smile as she felt Samantha's arm wrap around her shoulder, guiding her along behind Erika, leading Miranda from the hot tub and back into the gym leader's well-appointed bedroom. As her bare feet touched the plush, carpeting, the courier smiled appreciatively. Though Erika could have afforded to live in opulence, her tastes were simple while still being aesthetically pleasing. The room was only slightly larger than the one Miranda had at home, with a large second floor bay window overlooking the now dark street and the front gardens of the Gym's neighbors. Erika's canopy bed sat between it and the dressing table, with paintings of sunsets over untouched landscapes decorating the wall across from it. The room itself, normally lit by a pair of antique lamps on either side of the bed, was now lit by several flickering candles, lending an air of surreality to the situation. Miranda couldn't help but smile as she glanced about, surreptitiously shuffling her feet slightly to dry the remaining moisture from them before moving fully into the room. "Were you planning this all along?" the courier inquired quietly, feeling heat upon her cheeks once more and desperately hoping it didn't make look too silly. Erika let out the beginning of a small chuckle, which she quickly stifled as she went to the dressing table and pulled out the chair. "The answer to your question is neither yes, nor no, dear courier," the woman assured her with a mysterious smile, their eyes meeting across the room by their reflections in the mirror, "It was my intention to spend the evening here with Samantha, irregardless of your decision. I am pleased, though, that you still haven't chosen to flee our presence." "The door's not locked," whispered Samantha, her lips suddenly pressed against the courier's ear, causing Miranda to blush more deeply, her skin tingling at the contact of the redhead's lips against her lobe, "We won't force you to stay, but we both very much want you to." Miranda just nodded, smiling as she let Samantha guide her over to the dressing table. When at last she found herself sitting down in the comfortable antique chair, Miranda glanced up into the mirror once more and smiled shyly at her hostess. "If there's anything else we can do to make you more comfortable, deary, be sure just to say it," came Erika's soft tone, her small hand picking up a silver handled hairbrush as the fingers of her other hand slipped under the damp mass of Miranda's hair, made heavy by the water that still clung to it. "No, no, I'm fine," the girl assured, jumping a little and glancing towards the door in alarm as a polite knock caught her off guard. Samantha gave a small chuckle at the reaction, glancing over her shoulder at the courier and smiling as she moved to the door. As the apprentice pulled it open, Miranda's stormy gray eyes went wide and a small shiver ran down her spine, the chill she felt warmed by the reassuring touch of Erika's soft hands upon her shoulders. Standing in the doorway, holding a tray laden with a decorative teapot and cups was the blond girl in the blue kimono. Erika and Samantha exchanged a few quiet words as Erika's careful hands began combing out the wet tangles of Miranda's hair, the woman's skillful movements somehow unwinding the matted maze of deep ebony without yanking a single hair from Miranda's head. "Sorry it's so late," commented Samantha with a shrug, grinning in amusement as she turned towards the two, sliding the door closed with her foot before walking over and setting the tray down upon the table, "we're a bit short handed this evening." "There's little point in making excuses, dearest," said Erika sagely, her mysterious emerald eyes glancing askance at her apprentice, "things simply are as they are. An excuse won't change the truth." Samantha nodded thoughtfully, pouring out steaming tea for each of them. "I guess I still have more to learn from you after all," she replied teasingly, making Miranda chuckle as she looked up at Erika in amazement, the woman's comb running through the courier's hair far easier than seemed possible. "There's always something more to learn," the Gym Leader agreed as Miranda accepted a steaming cup from Samantha with a thankful smile, "We need only be receptive to life's teachings." Miranda closed her eyes for a moment, taking a sip of the bitter tea and sighing heavily as its warmth spread through her, calming the girl as she listened to Erika and her apprentice, their philosophical conversation a quiet murmur in comparison to the wonderful feeling of the woman's hands in her hair. 'I could almost get used to this,' Miranda mused, the happy thought suddenly being tainted by a bitter memory of her former lover. 'Derrick never bothered with my hair,' she thought with a frown, 'Said the tangles were to difficult to deal with...' "Are you okay, deary?" came Erika's quite voice as Miranda finally noticed the sudden silence in the room and felt the warm arms that held her from behind, "You seem troubled." Miranda opened her eyes and caught Erika's gaze in the mirror. Though she knew that she needn't say a word, the girl nodded slowly, relaxing the frown that had crept across her face. "Just bad memories," the courier replied softly, doing her best to smile. "That's why you're here, though," the woman said softly, giving Miranda a reassuring hug, "To let go of all of that." Miranda bowed her head, giving a small chuckle. "Do you always try and improve the lives of the couriers who show up on your doorstep?" she inquired, her heart sinking a little as she felt Erika's arms released her. "Only those whose pain reflects so darkly in their eyes," the woman replied, her hands resting upon Miranda's shoulders, gently squeezing them as Miranda's muscles tensed. "I guess I'm not as much like my Mother as I'd thought I was," she replied ruefully, shaking her head slowly, "As I've said, I've never seen her cry. No one has... I wish I could be as strong as her." "Holding back tears has nothing to do with strength," Erika said softly, causing Miranda's muscles to flinch, the courier biting back a comment, "Your Mother has her own reasons for doing so. Never having met her, I can only make sweeping assumptions. All that I can tell you, Miranda, is that you don't have to be like your Mother or your Father. You are a combination of the best of both of them, and I doubt very much that either of them would be disappointed in you now." Miranda let out a short laugh, setting down her tea and leaning back against the chair with her head resting against Erika's warm body, the courier's eyes held closed as she tried to center her scattered thoughts, the girl's voice lowering slowly as she spoke. "She told me to stay away from Derrick, you know," she explained sadly, "But I didn't listen. And then I refused to listen to my mentor Joshua. I'm afraid our argument wasn't as simple as I said it was... I don't think he'll ever forgive me for what I said to him..." "Just because he's ancient, doesn't mean he's forgotten what it's like to be young," the Gym Leader assured, her arms slipping around Miranda once more, holding her gently as a tear rolled down the courier's cheek, "I'm sure that Joshua will understand if you apologize to him. He knows you haven't had the best of luck with men, and he wouldn't have taken you on as an apprentice if he didn't care about you." Miranda nodded slowly. "He never takes on apprentices, you know," she said softly, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Joshua always said they just slowed him down..." the courier let out a small chuckle, suddenly smiling inspite of herself, "...He's what? In his seventies or something crazy like that, and he's concerned about the newbie couriers slowing -him- down?!" Miranda opened her eyes once more and looked up at Erika, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as the woman smiled back. "You have a lot of people who care about you, Miri," the Gym Leader assured, her arms releasing the girl and taking a step back, "You're a wonderful person, and I doubt very much that anyone truly worthy of your love would willingly abandon you." Miranda winced again, glancing away as she took another quick deep sip of her tea, shaking a bit as she forced the hot liquid down her throat. "Derrick," she replied hesitantly, wishing she could just calm herself completely and accept the gift she knew Erika was still offering, "He... Are you saying he was 'unworthy'? That, well, it sounds a bit self-important to think of someone as being unworthy of me..." Erika shook her head slowly, smiling sagely. "The truth is still the truth," she replied, "no matter how we express it, no matter the words we choose, the fact remains the same. I could tell you that he simply wasn't right for you. Or that he simply wasn't the vessel that held the other half of your soul. But the simple truth is, Miranda Lilcamp, that he was unworthy of you. Now you have to accept that you made a mistake, and move on from it. Don't let it rule you. Don't let his heartlessness win in the end." Miranda closed her eyes tightly, standing as she turned and held out her arms, signing heavily as she immediately felt Erika's body pressed against her own, the woman's, holding the courier more reassuringly than anyone ever had before. "I won't," Miranda promised softly, returning the embrace, her head resting upon Erika's shoulder, "Just one thing..." "Just name it," responded Erika, her voice seemingly carried upon a gentle Summer's breeze as the woman's fingers idly ran through Miranda's once more tangle free hair. "Make love to me," the courier replied, her voice so quiet that she barely heard it herself, Miranda's embarrassment at the request causing her body to shake and her face to warm the bare skin of Erika's shoulder. Erika's soft kiss upon her neck a moment later then caused the courier's body to shiver from the unaccustomed sensation. "I would love to, Miri," the Gym Leader responded sincerely, her fingers slipping through Miranda's hair to hold the back of her head affectionately, "And if you want, I shall ask Samantha to leave us for now." "No, no," Miranda said a little louder than she would have liked, blushing at the eagerness in her voice, envying Erika's calmness and inner serenity once again, "It, it might be interesting to try. Besides... Then you guys can teach me things. Things you probably don't teach to all of your students..." Erika chuckled softly, giving Miranda a firmer squeeze in her amusement. "I'm afraid that even I don't have that kind of energy, my dear," the woman assured, "Besides, contrary to what you may think, not all of my students are inclined in this fashion. Nor could they all benefit from this." Miranda nodded thoughtfully, lifting her head slowly to look into Erika's mysterious green eyes. "Do you... Do you actually 'want' me?" the girl inquired hesitantly, stumbling on the words, but needing to know, nonetheless, "Or is this just help me?" Erika's smile gave away little in response, but the suddenly unveiled desire in her eyes gave at least part of the answer before hiding once more behind the veil of emerald green. "Yes," was Erika's only verbal response before holding the sides of Miranda's face and standing a little taller to make up for the height difference before pressing her lips gently against the courier's. Miranda's muscles released their tension as she felt herself kiss back, her hands holding onto Erika's shoulders for support. For what felt like a wondrous eternity Erika barely moved, simply letting Miranda become used to the sensation as her heart beat faster in her chest. Once the courier remembered to breath, she pulled back ever so slightly and gave Erika several small kisses, the woman's lips responsive and yielding without being demanding or insistent, allowing Miranda to experiment for the moment. When at last Miranda opened her eyes, her body shaking as she stared breathlessly back at Erika with flushed cheeks and an embarrassed smile, the woman slowly opened her eyes and gave Miranda an approving smile. "We have as long as you need," said Erika softly, her hands sliding back to run her fingers through Miranda's hair once more, "Be it all this night, or be it all of several. I want this to be a new first time for you, Miri. I want to show you how wonderful this can be when it's done without selfish pretence." The courier closed her eyes once more, leaning her head back and moaning softly as she felt Erika's soft lips caress the curve of her neck, Miranda's fingers curling as she tried to contain the sensation that filled her. As Erika's lips began kissing their way lower, crossing the naked skin above the towel Miranda wore, her hands slid down the courier's back, the woman's fingertips gently pressing against her spine, running down along either side of it before teasingly coming around to rest upon Miranda's hips. Miranda tensed once more, swallowing hard as she looked down at Erika, the woman's hands on the move again, coming up the front of Miranda's towel to rest her fingertips gently against the courier's bosom. Their eyes then meeting as Erika's fingers slid forward, her hands soon cupping Miranda's breasts gently, giving them a slight, gentle squeeze, the woman smiling as the courier inhaled sharply. "You've nothing to worry about, Miri," whispered Erika, her smile widening as Miranda stood a little taller at the feeling of Samantha's fingers undoing the simple wrapping of her towel from behind, "they're as perfect as anyone's, and will no doubt be the envy of any woman who should ever see them." "Wha- what?" the courier stammered hesitantly, a nervous smile crossing her lips as her cheeks flushed once more. "It's okay," Erika said softly, giving the girl's chin a teasing kiss as the towel parted in the back, leaving only a tenuous barrier between the Gym Leader's hands and Miranda's bosom, "you needn't be insecure about your body." "Indeed," came Samantha's agreement, ending any kind of an argument with the feeling of the tip of her tongue running along the curve of Miranda's earlobe, "infact, I'm surprised you're not fending guys off with that sword of yours." "I- I wish I could say that's what it's for," the courier giggled in reply, tilting her head to one side, her body tensing as she tried not to die from embarrassment, realizing then that the towel was held against her body solely by Erika's hands upon her breasts. Erika smiled in amusement at the attempt at humor, her hands smoothing out the fluffy towel, conforming it to the shape of Miranda's small firm bosom before catching the girl's nipples between her fingers. "It's so often the ones who are under-appreciated who have the most to offer," the Gym Leader mused, smiling as Miranda inhaled sharply again, her body quivering beneath Erika's touch. When at last she could breath normally again, Miranda looked downward in time to see Samantha's hands sliding around her torso, her fingers resting just beneath the courier's bosom as Erika's hands moved back, the woman's fingers drawing the towel back with them. Miranda could then only hold her breath, nibbling her bottom lip as the cooler air touched her naked skin, and Samantha's hands moved upwards, her fingers slowly sliding over the rise of her bosom to take a gentle hold of Miranda's breasts. Erika smiled as the girl closed her eyes tightly, her breathing quickening as Miranda's body shivered almost inperceptively. "Just say the word, and we'll stop, deary," the Gym Leader whispered, her hands joining her apprentice's, completely covering the courier's breasts for the moment. Miranda, though, just shook her head, not trusting herself to speak, half-fearful of making a scene in front of the two, and silently begging for them not to stop. She got her wish a moment later as Erika's hands slipped off of Samantha's, instead taking Miranda's hands and leading her backwards towards the bed. Samantha gave a small sound of protest as Miranda stepped obediently forward, pouting cutely at her mentor before a wide grin crossed her face at the look in Erika's eyes. The redhead simply letting her hands slip slowly away from the girl's breasts, her fingers giving Miranda's nipples a gentle squeeze before letting them go and stepping past her to stand beside Erika. Miranda opened her eyes as she heard the mattress of Erika's bed move and a momentary look of amusement crossed her face as the courier saw both Erika and Samantha sitting at the edge of the bed smiling up at her. Without a word, Erika released one of the courier's hands, which was quickly taken by Samantha before the two pulled the girl gently closer. Miranda let out a surprised gasp as she stepped closer, and suddenly felt both their lips upon her breasts, each of them taking one of the courier's nipples and suckling it gently. Once she'd remembered to breath again, Miranda's leaned forward, one hand on each of her lover's shoulders, her body shaking from the unaccustomed sensation. As both women's hands came up to caress Miranda's naked skin, running in seemingly random patterns across her body as their teeth ran teasingly across the hard nubs of the courier's nipples, their mouths suckled firmly, taking in a portion of Miranda's breasts at the same time. It soon became all that Miranda could do just to remain standing as she her breathing became panting, and the girl tried to stifle the whimpering moan she felt building in her throat. As her knees began to give out, Miranda's hands slipped up behind Erika and Samantha's heads, her fingers sliding through their hair to pull them closer to her bosom, the curious sensation causing the courier's body to shake. "I- Oh wow-!" was all that the girl could muster, her voice continually catching in her throat as Miranda tried desperately not to embarrass herself, but couldn't deny the building ecstasy she felt. Despite the simplicity of the act, there was simply something intensely pleasurable about the sensation of having both her nipples suckled at once. Something about the act that was both perverse and comforting at the same time, and as Miranda felt fingers sliding cautiously along her inner thighs up towards her womanhood, the courier tensed, knowing that she wouldn't be able to contain herself if they were to touch her there. It was then that another small memory returned to her, one that made the girl smile to herself, grinning broadly as her fingers curled, taking up twin handfuls of still damp, yet soft hair. 'He barely touched them,' Miranda thought inwardly, giggling inspite of herself, 'Not once did Derrick pay more than passing attention to my breasts... Ha! It's his loss!' Erika opened her eyes curiously as she heard the courier's sudden laugher, but moaned happily as she felt her head being pulled closer, the woman's tongue making slow circles around the nipple she suckled. Glancing over at Samantha with half-lidded eyes, the Gym Leader smiled inwardly as her apprentice pulled back, panting as her fingers brushed against Miranda's labia. "Is that alright?" she inquired breathlessly, despite the feel of warm moisture she felt between the pouting outer lips. Miranda's head rolled back around, the courier smiling euphorically down at the two as the tip of Samantha's middle finger ran along the line between her labia, collecting moisture and driving her slowly crazy. "What'll be not alright is if you stop!" the courier laughed, receiving a wide grin from Samantha whose finger pushed a little deeper, the end of the digit becoming enveloped by the Miranda's warm wetness as the girl caught her breath. Samantha smiled to herself as she watched the courier's eyes become unfocused, her panting deeper as the redhead's finger moved slowly back and forth, waiting for Miranda's wetness to allow it to move further. "Just making sure," the woman said with a wink before leaning forward again, her lips closing about Miranda's breast as her tongue assaulted the girl's nipple. Miranda closed her eyes tightly, focusing on trying to remember to breath as she felt Samantha's finger change from simple sliding back and forth, to pushing upwards before pulling back and moving up once again. It was then that Miranda felt a second hand upon her womanhood, the fingertips gently resting against her skin as one of them suddenly touched her clit with a touch so light that the courier barely felt it. Miranda forced her eyes open just enough to see and immediately blushed at the look she saw in Erika's eyes, knowing full well that the woman was enjoying the look upon her face. With the greatest of effort, the courier nodded slowly, biting her bottom lip as her body shuddered with need. "Don't be afraid to let go," Erika soothed, her finger making small rotations against Miranda's clit, "There's no need to hold back." The courier closed her eyes again, inhaling sharply through her teeth to stifle the quiet whimper of desire that escaped her lips, the warm softness of Erika's finger against her clit making the girl want to scream. For what felt like forever, the slow motions of Erika's finger seemed to move in sync with the finger that was slowly sliding in and out of Miranda. When she suddenly felt the suckling mouths upon her nipples depart, leaving her breasts with a sudden chill, Miranda opened her eyes and gave her two lovers a pleading look. They both simply smiled in reply as their fingers slipped away, causing Miranda's body to give a sudden shudder as they got to their feet. "You should lay down," murmured Erika, her hand touching the side of Miranda's face fondly as she spoke, giving the girl a small kiss upon the lips before slowly turning them both around, "Your knees shouldn't suffer for your pleasure." Miranda simply nodded, her skin seeming to tingle as she sat back down on the canopied bed and crawled back a bit before lying down upon it. The courier then looked up at Erika and Samantha with a small, shy smile and swallowed down her nervousness as the two dropped their towels before coming towards her. As one, the two lovers crept slowly up the bed, their hands sliding along either side of Miranda's legs as they left slow trails of kisses along her skin. The courier watched for a moment until the look of desire in Erika and Samantha's eyes became too much for her, and the girl had to drop her head back down to stare upwards at the creeping ivy patterns of the canopy ceiling. Miranda soon felt the warmth of two bodies pressing against the sides of her legs as hands slid up her inner thighs, causing her fingers to curl up, taking twin handfuls of the quilt she was lying upon. 'This is just too much!' Miranda mused inwardly, smiling widely as she arched her back and did her best to move her legs further apart, receiving appreciative sounds for her trouble. It was then that Miranda felt a warm wetness upon her labia, the sensation of two tongues sliding upwards along them, occasionally meeting in the middle and moving back downwards before touching her clit. The courier lifted her head at the sensation, staring in amazement as she managed to bend her legs at the knees, giving Erika and Samantha more room to move. Reaching back while she still had the will to do so, Miranda snatched up a pillow and put it under her back to support herself as she watched, her fingers then running through the hair of both her lovers, encouraging them to continue. Both women obliged the courier, their lips almost touching as they began taking turns lapping at Miranda's womanhood, with Samantha's long red hair falling across one of the courier's thighs, their hands slowly sliding upwards towards Miranda's breasts. When their hands held her bosom, Miranda's head fell back onto the mattress, the pillow beneath her causing the courier's breasts to be presented more invitingly to the gentle caressing hands whose fingers squeezed her nipples as they touched her. With her eyes squeezed tightly closed, Miranda felt her inner muscles beginning to clench, the sensation causing her haggard breathing to quicken as the courier realized that their was no turning back. Then, as though it all weren't enough, Miranda felt Erika and Samantha's tongues both touch her clit at the same time, the two entwining occasionally as their sensuous assault of the hardened nub became almost ruthless. The two women didn't stop there, however, as the courier felt Erika's middle finger slid up inside of her, the ease with which the digit traveled causing a silent exclamation to escape Miranda's throat. As her whole body shook, the exclamation became something of a long whimpering moan. The girl struggled for but a moment to close her mouth, to grit her teeth to stifle the embarrassing sound that was sure to follow, but instead Miranda felt her back arch even higher, her skin tingling as her inner walls squeezed desperately against Erika's unmoving finger, almost pushing it out as Miranda reached her peak. Both Erika and Samantha glanced over at Miranda as the girl let out a loud screaming moan, her body suddenly shaking violently, the two having to hold down Miranda's legs lest she injure one of them. For what seemed an eternity, Miranda thrashed about, her body finally letting go, her mind laughing in the face of her bitter memories as she came. When at last she had calmed down enough that Erika and Samantha could relax, they both crawled further up the bed, their arms and legs wrapping about the girl, holding Miranda closely as hot tears rolled down the courier's cheeks. The two snuggled closer as she wept, giving the girl all the time she needed to come down and to regain control of herself after having underestimated the intensity of the act. After several minutes, Erika lifted her head and gave Miranda a soft kiss upon the lips, smiling fondly as she brushed her nose against the courier's. "Are you going to be okay, Miri?" she inquired softly. Miranda opened her eyes part way and looked up at the woman, her bottom lip trembling as Samantha retrieved the pillow that Miranda had somehow managed to fling onto the floor after having it under her back. After a moment the courier nodded, a small shy smile creeping across her lips as she lifted her head for Samantha push the pillow beneath it. "How do you feel now?" Samantha inquired teasingly, slipping an arm around her, overtop of Erika's. Miranda glanced away, her cheeks flushing as she wetted her dry lips. "I, I'm suddenly terribly hungry," she admitted with a bit of a chuckle. "My work is never done," chuckled Samantha sighing with mock weariness as she clambered off of the bed and headed back towards dressing table. "That is something of a curious reaction, I must admit," Erika mused, her head propped up on her hand as she lay on her side beside the courier, the woman's emerald eyes watching her naked apprentice as she picked up the tray and came back towards the bed. Erika then turned her gaze back to Miranda as the courier blushed, her stormy gray eyes glancing away. "It's better than falling asleep right away," she replied, the courier's mirthful tone tainted by only a hint of bitterness. "I'm sorry to hear that," said Erika softly, taking Miranda's hand and giving her knuckles a gentle kiss, "The time after lovemaking should be just as special as the act itself. Simply falling asleep right afterwards... It's almost an affront." Miranda turned her head and looked up at Erika as Samantha sat down on the edge of the bed. "It's okay, I guess," the courier replied thoughtfully, squeezing Erika's hand as she felt the woman's fingers tighten around hers, "It gave me time to finish what he started." There was a quiet clatter as Samantha's teacup half-fell into its saucer. "You- You mean you never-?!" the woman stammered, her dark green eyes going wide as a scandalized expression crossed her face. "No, not 'with' him," Miranda replied, closing her eyes and sighing a little as she felt Erika's arm slide around her a moment before Samantha set down her tea and hugged the courier as well. "How terribly selfish..." Erika murmured, shaking her head slowly as the three held one another. "It's just another way that my Mother was right, I guess," Miranda sighed, opening her eyes and staring up at the creeping ivy patterns of the canopy above them once more. "Would it be inappropriate to ask," inquired Samantha after a quiet moment had passed, causing Miranda to turn towards her curiously, "how many times were you 'together'?" Miranda sighed heavily, closing her eyes and slowly shaking her head. "No, no. It's alright," the girl assured, taking Samantha's hand and giving it a small squeeze, "We... It was three times." There was a quiet moment in which Miranda felt compelled to open her eyes. She did so just in time to catch the silent communication between Erika and her apprentice. The two smiled softly at one another before turning back to Miranda. "Here," said Samantha, retrieving her hand before reaching back to night table where she'd placed the plate of cookies that had arrived with the tea before bringing one close to Miranda's lips, "Eat. You'll need to regain some of your strength." "Oh?" Miranda inquired, taking a small bite of the offered cookie, her stormy gray eyes glancing between Samantha and Erika. "Unless you have an objection, deary," the Gym Leader replied with a hint of amusement, "We'll be bringing you to ecstasy at least one more time tonight." Miranda's eyes widened and the girl blushed profusely as she pushed the piece of cookie aside in her mouth to speak. "A second?" she chuckled, struggling to sit up so she wouldn't choke. "Yes," Erika said with a slow, thoughtful nod, her mysterious emerald eyes gleaming with intensity as the woman held up three fingers, "You are owed three. But I think that the third should be induced by your true love." "My- My true love?!" stammered Miranda, swallowing as she tried not to laugh, receiving a nod from the Gym Leader, "I- I'm afraid I don't have one of those. And with my track record, I'm not exactly holding my breath!" Samantha gave a small chuckle as she placed a fresh cup of tea in the courier's hands. "Erika's trying to say that you're beautiful, Miranda," said the redhead with an amused grin, "It won't be too long before you find someone new." "Just please, make certain that it's the right someone," added Erika in a serious tone, her expression almost pleading and full of concern as she sat up next to the courier. Miranda nodded thoughtfully, staring down into her tea for a moment before smiling as Samantha brought the shortbread cookie back to her lips. "You said you were hungry," she said with an amused grin that grew wider as Miranda bit into it. The courier simply nodded, smiling as she took a deep sip of her tea a moment later. "I am," she agreed, smiling thoughtfully as a chuckle escaped Miranda's lips, "Although I think this explains a whole lot." "Oh?" Erika inquired, accepting a cup of tea from Samantha as she listened with genuine interest as well as amusement. Miranda nodded several times as she tried not to laugh. "Yeah, when I was younger my parents used to order out a few times a week. Usually pretty late at night," she explained, her eyes looking distant, "I remember because I'd always hear my Father and the delivery guy from the Yin Tze laughing downstairs when the food arrived. And on the nights I didn't hear them, there was always the takeout boxes in the fridge to give them away. I guess it's a good thing that restaurant never closes." "I wonder if they got discounts for ordering so often?" mused Samantha, the talk of so much food causing her to eye the remaining cookies hungrily. Miranda laughed and nodded. "The owner used to joke that if my parents ever actually learned to cook, he'd be out of a job," she chuckled, her expression suddenly becoming serious as her tone darkened slightly, "Hm. I wonder if that's why he didn't show up for the wedding?" "When your Mother remarried?" inferred Erika, still always one step ahead, to which Miranda nodded. "Bob's an aspiring chef, actually," the courier said simply, reaching across Samantha both to set down her empty teacup and to hide her expression long enough to banish it, "But, do you think we could discuss this later? It's not really my favourite topic." "And just what would you prefer to talk about?" inquired Samantha teasingly as Miranda settled back against the headboard and blushed suddenly. "Do you know what I just realized?" the courier said quietly, her expression rather embarrassed as she pushed her legs closer together and shrank down a little, "We're all naked." Miranda closed her eyes as the other two laughed. "I'm glad that we don't make you feel uncomfortable, then," replied Erika, setting down her tea and glancing across at her apprentice significantly, "It's important to be comfortable with someone you intend to make love with." Miranda nodded, glancing at Samantha as she slipped out of bed again, feeling a little envious of the way the woman seemed completely unconcerned by her nakedness and thoroughly comfortable with her own body. "Thank you, by the way," the courier replied quietly, turning back to Erika as the redhead opened the top drawer of the dresser and began to search for something. "Whatever for?" Erika inquired softly, her hand holding the side of Miranda's face fondly. "For everything," Miranda replied, smiling happily as she leaned forward and gave the woman a small kiss on the cheek, "It's been a lovely holiday for me. A bit of an emotional roller coaster, but I'm far from regretting it." Erika smiled back, glancing past Miranda for a brief second before meeting the girl's gaze. "It's not over yet," she assured, running her fingers through the courier's dark locks, "unless you want it to be." "Goodness no!" Miranda blurted out, covering her face with her hands and laughing at herself. "Then lay down again," Erika said softly, not seeming to mind Miranda's enthusiasm, "And just relax. I'd like to try something, but I want you to stop us the moment it becomes uncomfortable for you, okay?" Miranda sighed happily, her eyes remaining closed as the girl slid down along the bed, laying herself out down the middle of the mattress. "I trust you," she said quietly, opening one eye questioningly as she felt Erika move to straddle her hips. "I'm glad," the Gym Leader said with a small giggle, her smile mischievous as Samantha came up behind the woman and placed a colourful silk robe about her shoulders. "Do I even want to know?" the courier inquired with a nervous chuckle, trying to see past her as Samantha backed away and Erika slipped her arms into the robe properly before spreading it out a bit. "Now it's no fair if you look, deary," the woman explained in a mysterious tone, smiling unconsciously down at Miranda as behind her Samantha's hands ran slowly up the courier's legs, "it'll ruin the surprise." Miranda just nodded, looking up into Erika's eyes as the woman smiled knowingly. Behind her, her apprentice traced a path of alternating kisses up Miranda's inner thighs, Samantha's fingers running along the contours of the courier's muscles appreciatively as she moved ever higher. "Your job agrees with you," the redhead murmured, chuckling quietly as she crawled up onto the bed her lips brushing Miranda's labia as she spoke. Miranda simply sighed in response, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly as she felt the tip of Samantha's tongue run up the line between her labia, moving slowly back down against as the woman's hands gently squeezed her thighs, coaxing them a little further apart. At the same time, Erika's small soft hands cupped Miranda's breasts, her fingers gently rubbing the girl's nipples as she smiled down at her fondly. Miranda's hips jumped a little at the feeling of Samantha's tongue upon her clit, Erika chuckled, bringing her legs closer together to hold Miranda still as she marveled at the expressions that crossed the courier's face. "You're so beautiful when you're in ecstasy," the Gym Leader mused, her right hand moving to touch the courier's cheek, caressing it softly as Miranda began to squirm beneath her, "Makes me wonder why anyone would want to make love in the dark." Miranda smiled, blushing as she turned away, concentrating on the sensation of Samantha's tongue as it slid slowly inside of her, the courier's wetness meeting the probing tongue and causing her lover to moan appreciatively. "I'd say Samantha approves as well," Erika chuckled, leaning downward to give Miranda the softest of kisses upon the courier's lips. "I just can't help it, this is all too much-!" the girl sighed, arching her back suddenly as the sensations from her womanhood intensified momentarily. Erika smiled as Miranda fell back down, her panting breathing slowing once again. "We can stop if you'd like," said Erika with a small chuckle, causing Miranda's eyes to open wide as she stammered up at the woman. "D-don't you dare!" she laughed, covering her face with her hands to hid her embarrassment, peeking out from between her fingers as Miranda felt Samantha suddenly stop. "Wha-?" the courier began, resisting the urge to look past Erika as the woman smiled mysteriously. "Just relax, okay?" said Erika softly, her fingers running through Miranda's long dark locks as Samantha slipped off the bed for a moment before returning and chuckling quietly to herself, "And stop us if this gets to be too much for you, okay?" Miranda chuckled, stretching out upon the bed as she smiled contentedly. "I wouldn't dream of it," she assured a touch apprehensively, taking a deep breath and tensing a bit as she waited for Samantha to continue. Erika nodded, sitting up and watching the courier intently as behind her an ominous -click- was followed by a low hum. Miranda's eyes went wide at the sound, her heart racing as Samantha muffled the sound for several seconds. "Just warming it up," the redhead muttered quietly, the quiet hum becoming louder again as Samantha adjusted herself to be more comfortable between Miranda's legs. Miranda could only gasp as she then felt something soft, warm and vibrating touch her womanhood, the gentle humming purr alone causing her to blush a little. The courier's body tensed for a moment, her back arching as she felt the blunted end of the object slide easily up between her already slick labia. Miranda let out a long sigh as Samantha pulled it back, chuckling as she watched the courier squirm. "Is that okay?" came Samantha's questioning tone, looking sideways around Erika at Miranda who's eyes remained closed as she nodded quickly. "Just- What the heck is that?!" she questioned, her laughter causing both of her lover's to smile. "Oh, it's just a little something I picked up from Angelique's," Erika replied with a smile, her hands taking Miranda's and bringing them up to her bosom. Miranda blushed, her shaking fingers giving Erika's a gentle squeeze as she felt the device press against her skin once more. "I- I'm almost afraid to ask," the courier chuckled, tilting her head to see around the woman, causing Erika to lean to the side to block Miranda's view with the open folds of her robe. "Now, now, deary," the Gym Leader teased, leaning to the left as Miranda turned to see past her in that direction, "it's no fair peeking. Unless you'd prefer that I'd blindfold you?" Miranda's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing hotly as she stared up at the woman for a moment, stammering to find the right words. "I- Um, goodness no!" she laughed, soliciting a contented smile from Erika whose hands gave Miranda's breasts a gentle squeeze as she leaned forward to kiss the girl's nose playfully. "So long as you're enjoying it," Erika whispered, leaning back as Miranda nodded slowly, the low purring hum sounding all the louder to the courier's ears as Samantha pressed it gently against her womanhood, sliding the spongy end of the device slowly up and down her labia before carefully pushing it forward experimentally. The courier closed her eyes as she felt the gentle push, her hands falling away before her fingers clutched up twin handfuls of the bedcovers and she gave a small nod, certain that the look upon her expression might seem anything but willing as Miranda concentrated on both the sensation and relaxing her muscles. For a long moment she could feel the soft, spongy material that sheathed the vibrator holding steady against her, neither pushing forward nor relenting, as it sent constant tingles up the courier's spine. Miranda swallowed hard, her body shivering as she panted, willing Samantha to push it a little further, the girl's need beginning to outweigh her apprehension. "It- It's okay," the courier breathed, opening her eyes part way and giving Erika a weak smile, "I want this." The woman smiled softly back down at Miranda, her hand holding the courier's face fondly as Samantha responded to the request. Erika's smile broadened a little, and her cheeks flushed slightly as Miranda's stormy gray eyes widened. Behind Erika, her apprentice pushed the vibrator almost imperceptivity harder, sending a deeper chill up Miranda's spine as it began to slide inside of her. As it stopped once again, the courier found herself panting, surprised by the fact that she'd been holding her breath. "I- I'll be okay," she assured, closing her eyes and releasing her grip on the blankets, the courier's hands sliding tentatively towards Erika's legs. The Gym Leader gave a small nod, her mysterious emerald eyes watching the girl's hands for a moment as they came slowly up her thighs, the softness of the touch causing Erika to give a quiet, contented sigh. "You're concerned about making mistakes," the woman said softly as her apprentice made small, slow circles with the phallic toy, causing Miranda's hips to move in response, held mostly in place by Erika, "You shouldn't be. We don't expect perfection from you, especially since this is all so new to you." Miranda nodded, turning away from Erika as she blushed, watching the flickering flame of a near-by candle. "It is," the girl agreed, her body giving another little shiver as Samantha pushed the vibrator a little further, causing Miranda to let out a small gasp as she realized just how willingly her body accepted the slow, gentle intruder. "It... It's also so much... 'Nicer'," Miranda agreed once she'd caught her breath once more, turning back to look up at Erika and blinking away the glare of the candle flame, "you're both so patient." "We have all the time in the world, Miranda," assured Erika with a chuckle, her hand sliding down the curve of Miranda's neck before both of them cupped the courier's breasts once more, "I can't think of a single reason in the world to rush this. Weather it's the first time, or the thousandth, making love should always be something special." Miranda sighed heavily, a hint of sadness entering her tone as she spoke. "He couldn't wait you know," she said heavily, suddenly feeling Erika's hands up her own, their fingers linking almost absently. "That's not going to happen here," came Erika's reply, her tone filled with a stern conviction that softened almost immediately, "consideration for others is yet another one of the things I teach here. Another is how not to let the past consume your present. Please, Miranda, allow us to help you." The courier closed her eyes slowly, her fingers giving Erika's hands a firm squeeze. "Then show me Erika," Miranda said quietly, taking a deep breath as she moved her legs further apart for Samantha's benefit, "teach me everything I need to know." Erika smiled, her hands squeezing back as Miranda let out a silent gasp of surprise. The courier then smiled, giggling softly at herself for not having noticed Samantha's withdraw of the vibrator. Then, as it slid back the way it came, pausing at each resistance and allowing Miranda's body time to catch up, the courier arched her back and inhaled slowly. She held the position for a moment, her fingers squeezing Erika's for a long moment as she felt the end vibrator slid inside of her. When at last she nodded, exhaling slowly, the girl's back falling down onto the bed, Miranda felt it slide further, her inner walls parting to accommodate the vibrator but at the same time clinging wetly to it. Opening her eyes, Miranda saw Erika glance over her shoulder and smile. The courier then caught the faintest hint of laughter from Samantha before feeling the warmth of the woman's tongue upon her clit. Miranda gasped at the sensation, her back arching once more as Erika lifted their finger-linked hands and moved forward to lie across her, the woman's lips finding the courier's as their fingers released one another. As Samantha's warm, nimble tongue circled slowly around her clit, Miranda all but threw her arms around Erika, holding the woman tightly, clinging to her desperately as the vibrator slid back slowly before sliding forward again. As the redhead began a slow rhythm, pushing and pulling the phallic toy back and forth, each time pushing a little further than before as her tongue relentlessly caressed Miranda's clit, the courier moaning helplessly into Erika's mouth, closing her eyes tightly as she clung desperately to her lover. The woman took advantage of this immediately, giggling softly as she found Miranda's tongue with her own, teasing her lover by pulling back as the courier responded in kind. When Miranda opened her eyes to find Erika's head pulled away, the woman's teasing smile made her giggle as the courier lifted her head and placed a soft kiss upon Erika's lips. "How does it feel?" Erika inquired softly, returning the gesture with a small, swift teasing kiss on the end of Miranda's nose. The courier blushed at the thought, glancing away and grinning in a way she was certain made her look ridiculous as Erika placed a dozen random kisses upon her face. For a moment, Miranda simply let herself enjoy the curious vibrations of the phallic toy as it slid slowly in and out of her womanhood, its sound seeming embarrassingly loud as sound traveled up along the courier's spine and directly to her ears. "It... It's not really quite like anything I've experienced before," Miranda replied carefully, her mind swimming in the sensation as she struggled to find the words, "But I like it..." Erika could only smile as Miranda, blushed all the more, holding her eyes tightly closed in embarrassment at the admission. "That's a good thing, deary," the woman whispered softy, her hands holding the sides of Miranda's face as she gave the courier another soft kiss upon the lips. Erika lost her train of thought, however, her eyes widening imperceptivity as she felt Samantha's tongue lick slowly up along her labia. As the woman's body tensed momentarily, Miranda opened her eyes and gave her lover a questioning look. "It's okay," Erika replied with a quiet chuckle, her body giving a small shiver at the sensation, receiving an amused smile from Miranda whose eyes widened suddenly, the girl gasping as she felt the vibrator slowly twist counterclockwise, the device rotating easily due to her wetness, a fact that caused the courier to blush again. "You're going to catch fire if this keeps up, deary," the Gym Leader said teasingly, her finger's caressing the softness of Miranda's cheeks, her lips kissing the ends of the courier's embarrassed smile, "I hope this doesn't mean you're not comfortable with this." Miranda shook her head quickly at the question, chuckling a little as she found it hard to concentrate on both Erika's words and to what Samantha was doing to her. "It's okay, it's okay..." the courier replied wistfully, her body giving a small shudder as the sensation began to bring her a familiar feeling of semi-euphoria. Erika nodded slowly, wetting her lips as she watched the girl beneath her begin to tremble. She could only smile at the expression that crossed Miranda's face. The quiet, whimpering gasps that the courier let out only adding to the distraction of Samantha's tongue as it moved from Erika's to Miranda's clit and back again. The woman blushed as she lowered her head, feeling Miranda's hands slip under her concealing colourful robe to slide across Erika's back before holding her tightly. 'I've taught you well, Samantha, dear,' the Gym Leader mused, sighing softly into Miranda's ear as the two held each other, both of them moving closer to the moment of ecstasy as Erika's apprentice did her best to make it memorable. Erika was the first to finally let go, being more comfortable with the situation, and having no fear of appearing foolish before her guest. With a sudden exclamation, the woman arched her back, pushing down against the bed with both hands as she lifted her head towards the ceiling. Miranda opened her eyes at the sound, her expression becoming embarrassed once more as she tried to contain her excitement. The courier's efforts were to no avail, though, as she stared up at the already beautiful woman before her, made all the more so by the ecstasy that gripped her. Almost without realizing it, Miranda's hands moved to cup Erika's breasts, her fingers entrapping the woman's hardened nipples and squeezing them tightly as Erika gritted her teeth, her body shaking almost violently. The sight of Erika's ecstasy soon became almost too much for the girl to take, but as a long, deeply felt exclamation escaped her lover's lips, and Erika flung her head back forward to stare intensely down at Miranda, the courier knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. There was simply something in Erika's eyes at that moment, a deeply rooted passion that overlaid the woman's normal serenity. In that moment, Erika completely let go, with no boundaries or barriers to hide her feelings. What Miranda saw was an all-consuming desire, a desire for the courier herself. Miranda let out a half surprised exclamation of her own, suddenly feeling the vibrator holding steady inside of her as a peculiar warmth touched her own hardened clit. A heartbeat later and Miranda realized that it was Erika's wetness that had touched her. With that, Miranda's back arched, her head pressing against the pillow as Erika came back down to place a series of frantic kisses along the courier's neck. As her body shook, convulsing beneath Erika, Miranda stopped caring about looking foolish. She no longer worried about other people overhearing or about being made fun of for the silly expressions upon her face or the things she might find herself saying. Miranda simply let go. Her lungs practically emptied of air as she screamed out her pent-up emotion. She lost control over her limbs, and soon lost track of them. Soon even gravity lost all meaning and the courier felt as though she weighed nothing at all, the only thing planting her to the bed being the intense sensations from her womanhood, and the aching of her clit that demanded more and more of Samantha's attention. Time soon lost all meaning, and Miranda had no way of knowing whether a moment or an hour had passed. But when at last reality began to make sense to her once more, Miranda felt the warm, comforting presence of two bodies pressed up against her. Distantly, the girl could hear herself panting, and she realized just how much the experience had taken out of her. Opening her eyes, Miranda was surprised to find them wet with drying tears, and blushed as she felt Erika's soft lips kiss her cheek fondly. "Are you okay, Miri?" the woman inquired quietly, brushing the courier's hair from her eyes. "You almost gave us a bit of a scare on that one, deary," added Samantha with a bit of a chuckle, her fingers wiping away the moisture from Miranda's opposite cheek, "After all, there's no way I'm -that- good!" Miranda laughed happily, finding her arms holding both women as their legs entwined. "I'm afraid that you are," she agreed, turning to the redhead with a blushing grin, "I just hope you don't think it was unfair of us to make you do all the work." Samantha gave the courier a bit of an overdone pout that made them both smile before kissing Miranda teasingly on the chin. "Well, if you feel so bad about it, you could always make it up to me," she suggested, making her voice sound slightly helpless, "After watching that rather entertaining display of yours, I'm afraid that I've become unconscionablely randy." Miranda turned her head towards Erika and received a reassuring smile in answer to her silent question. "It is only fair," the woman soft with a hint of mischief in her voice, "She did so much for both of us, that it's only fair that we return the favour. Wouldn't you agree, deary?" The courier nodded and took a moment to retrieve her limbs before sitting up and looking nervously down at the still smiling Orange Islander. "If, if I mess up here, be sure to tell me okay?" Miranda inquired shyly, shrugging her shoulders a bit. Samantha chuckled at the thought, shaking her head in amusement. "Just do whatever comes to mind, deary," she said gently, touching the Miranda's cheek fondly, "your body knows what to do, even if you don't. Just listen to it, and don't think that you need to be perfect or anything. This isn't a competition or anything." Miranda swallowed hard, her body shaking with nervous excitement as she nodded slowly. "Well, it sounds like a sound idea," the courier replied, a bit of an embarrassed laugh entering into her voice as she glanced shyly back at Erika, "But I'm just not completely sure where to begin." Miranda was a little surprised not to be laughed at, but quickly chastised herself for the thought as Erika smiled back at her fondly, slipping an arm about the courier's shoulders and drawing her closer. "That's alright," Erika said softly as both she and Samantha sat up, flanking Miranda's sides, "Just relax and let your body tell you what to do. Don't be afraid of doing what comes naturally, and please don't worry about what we'll think. You're not in competition with anyone but yourself." Miranda merely nodded slowly, pushing down her nervousness as she turned towards Erika, her hand touching the side of the woman's face, caressing it gently. "Then, may I kiss you again?" she inquired hesitantly, the courier's pale complexion reddening as Miranda managed to find the words to necessary to express her desire. Erika's smile was all the permission she needed, and Miranda found the woman's lips meet her own halfway. The soft warmth of Erika's lips eased the girl's tension almost immediately, causing Miranda to let out a soft sigh as she pulled away, subconsciously wetting her lips before turning to Samantha. 'I can't believe I'm doing this,' the courier mused inwardly, the mischievous smile upon Samantha's face causing Miranda to fight back a grin as she felt the woman's fingers slip through her hair, holding Miranda's head still as Samantha moved closer. "You know," the redhead whispered softly, brushing her lips lightly across Miranda's as she spoke, her eyes looking searchingly into Miranda's own, "I can still taste you upon my lips." The words caused Miranda to blush deeper even as Samantha suppressed a bit of a giggle before pressing her lips against the courier's, giving Miranda a quick, playful kiss before pulling back. To her surprise, however, Samantha immediately felt Miranda move forward, repositioning herself and taking hold of the woman's shoulder as the courier kissed her firmly. Taken aback for a moment by Miranda's sudden lack of restraint, Samantha sighed heavily as she leaned back against her pillow, almost melting as Miranda moved to straddle her legs, kneeling before her as the courier's hands slid slowly down from Samantha's shoulders, down to the woman's breasts. Samantha tilted her head forward slightly as she felt Miranda's fingers entrap her nipples between them, gently squeezing them as the girl gave her breasts the softest of squeezes, her fingertips shifting slightly to caress them. As their kiss was broken, leaving Miranda once more panting for breath, her body shaking all over, Samantha put her arms around the girl to steady her. "You okay?" she inquired softly, her tone holding a hint of seriousness and concern. "So long as you are," the courier replied hesitantly, glancing suddenly over at Erika who was watching them both intently, an approving smile crossing her lips as their eyes met, "And, so long as you're not jealous, that is..." Erika gave a soft chuckle, moving closer and giving Miranda a soft kiss just behind the ear. "I feel only a little envious," she admitted, her tone seemingly amused by the thought. "Envious? Of what?" Miranda inquired, giving the Gym Leader a confused look as she tried once more to follow Erika's often peculiar seeming logic. The woman sighed softly, both her hands reaching out, each one sliding behind one of their heads, her fingers slipping affectionately through both Miranda and Samantha's hair as she spoke. "Of my dear apprentice," Erika replied, receiving a soft chuckle from Samantha, who bowed her head slightly to hide her amusement, "for being the recipient of your passion, Miri. You are such a gentle girl on the outside, but I can see the fire in your eyes. You're always so careful. Trying not to become overly excited, or to let people know that you have such strong feelings." "What are you saying?" the courier inquired softly, suddenly not finding the strength to deny the words she knew to be true. "That you shouldn't force calmness and control upon your inner turmoil," Erika explained, her fingers running through Miranda's hair soothingly, "that you shouldn't be afraid of letting it all out. Bottling so much passion for too long can't be good for anyone. And, to be honest, seeing you release it like you just did is rather exciting to me. It's like watching you be reborn, taking control of both your life, and of your mind and body. It's a beautiful thing, Miranda, and I only wish to share in this moment." Miranda let out a small chuckle, doing her best to hide behind her dark bangs. "I, I guess I'm just not really the submissive type," she concluded with a nervous laugh, suddenly feeling Samantha pull her closer into a reassuring embrace, holding the courier tightly as the woman gently kissed Miranda's neck. "No, no you're not," she agreed, a hint of something mischievous creeping into Samantha's tone as she spoke, "but you care too much about people to be truly dominant with anyone, don't you?" Miranda frowned for a moment, shaking her head slowly as she calmed herself, knowing the words to be true. "That's why I didn't win in the battle we had, wasn't it?" she inquired thoughtfully, her words more of a statement as she held tightly onto Samantha, "Because I'm afraid of being too... Too much like my Mom, I guess." "And because you're afraid your pokemon won't love you if you take charge too much," Erika added carefully. "A trait that spills over into my human relationships as well, I guess," Miranda concluded, "I'm afraid of my own desire for self-fulfillment alienating those I care for..." "No one can be one hundred percent unselfish, deary," said Erika softly, her voice seeming like a distant island of calm in the turmoil of emotions Miranda felt, "But sometimes, what may seem like a selfish desire is actually what those you care for want. Some people, and especially pokemon, feel a need to be lead. Some more than others. And when that leader is someone who is full of love and compassion, a seemingly selfish desire to lead can actually be quite a selfless one." Miranda simply nodded, her head resting upon Samantha's shoulder for a long moment. Taking a deep breath, she soon looked up, pulling back far enough to look directly into Samantha's dark green eyes. "I want you to lay down on your back," she said in a serious, yet shaky tone, receiving a small reassuring smile, and a quick nod from Samantha. As Miranda moved off of her, Samantha obediently shuffled forward before lying back down with her head upon one of the bed's overstuffed pillows. This accomplished, Miranda took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she rallied her confidence. The courier then crawled backward down the length of the bed, moving sideways before slipping her hands under Samantha's thighs and easily coaxing the woman's legs to bend at the knee, carefully moving them further apart as Miranda lied down on her stomach between them, supporting herself on her forearms. Swallowing down her nervousness, Miranda glanced over the length of her lover's naked form to where Samantha was already propping herself up with a second pillow to get a better view. Then, as she glanced down at Samantha's waiting womanhood, Miranda suddenly recalled Erika's words. That they could stop at any time, and all she needed to do was say so. 'No,' she told herself, trying not the let the surge of eagerness embarrass her too much, 'There's no turning back. No running away. No more going through life feeling hollow and unsatisfied...' Miranda then turned her head to one side to gently kiss Samantha's inner thigh, savouring the feeling of her lover's soft skin and tensing nervously as the courier heard Samantha let out a small pleasurable gasp. 'She likes it, it's okay,' Miranda told herself, glancing sideways at her lover's expression as she began kissing her way along Samantha's thigh, half-smiling as she stopped, her lips dangerously close to her lover's womanhood, Samantha letting out a combination of a moan and a gasp as Miranda kissed her way back down. As her kisses reached halfway down Samantha's inner thigh, Miranda touched the woman's skin with the tip of her tongue before beginning to run it back the other way. It was then that Miranda giggled, suddenly feeling Samantha's body jump as she felt the woman's fingers take up twin handfuls of her hair. "You're gonna drive my barmy, dear!" Samantha laughed, her body tensing as Miranda's tongue stopped just as it reached the end of her thigh before the girl's kisses returned, this time heading down the opposite leg. Miranda chuckled softly in response, letting out a soft exclamation as Samantha's fingers squeezed tighter, gently pulling the courier's dark hair and sending a pleasant tingle down her spine. To show her appreciation, Miranda turned directly towards Samantha's womanhood and gave her labia a gentle, experimental kiss that caused the Orange Islander to suddenly sit straight up, gasping for breath after letting out a rather loud exclamation. "S-sorry," Samantha chuckled as Miranda stared up at her in amazement, "You kinda caught me off guard there." "I'll try and keep that idea in mind," commented Erika as Miranda covered her mouth to hide her smile as she laughed. Samantha grinned back at the woman before lying back upon the bed, carefully unwinding Miranda's hair from her fingers before gently running them through the girl's midnight locks, signing contentedly as the tip of Miranda's tongue began running up her labia in long, slow, experimental movements. Dismissing the thought of giving the courier a word or two of encouragement lest it embarrass her, or worse, break her rhythm, Samantha's eyes became half-lidded as she watched the courier lap slowly at her labia. Every so often, Miranda's body would let off a small shudder, and Samantha had to smile as the courier's breathing became subtly haggard. A few moment's later, Miranda's eyes suddenly widened, the girl gasping a little and suppressing a bit of nervous laughter as she felt, more than tasted Samantha's arousal upon her tongue. Her lover gave her a reassuring smile as she retracted her tongue, examining the flavour for a moment before swallowing. "You okay?" Samantha inquired with a bit of a chuckle, bemused by the pleased/embarrassed expression upon the courier's face. "P-Perfectly," Miranda stammered, trying unsuccessfully to banish the grin from her face, instead choosing to duck back down and run her tongue once more up the line between Samantha's labia, sighing softly at the compelling taste of the wetness that grew between them. She could then feel Samantha's fingers running through her hair once more as Miranda flattened her tongue, caressing both her lover's labia with it as she lapped at Samantha's womanhood. Glancing up, Miranda could see that Samantha was leaning back somewhat, her head pushing down hard against the pillow as she breathed shallowly through her mouth. The courier then smiled at the expression etched upon her lover's face and decided it was time to experiment a little more. Narrowing her tongue to a point, Miranda pressed the tip of it between Samantha's labia near the bottom, barely penetrating the woman yet soliciting a sharp gasp. Miranda then began to drag her tongue upwards, slowly collecting the stick-sweet wetness upon her tongue before stopping at the top, smiling inwardly to herself as she felt Samantha's body tense. Miranda then with drew, watching as her lover's body relaxed rather heavily before repeating the process at an unhurried pace, each time pressing her tongue a little deeper into Samantha's womanhood, and being careful to hold off on swallowing the collected moisture. Several moments later, and Samantha was clinging tightly to Miranda's hair once again, the girl trying not to laugh as Samantha writhed beneath her touch. With her tongue pressing nearly halfway inside, Miranda could feel Samantha's inner walls clench tightly together, pushing back at her each time she dragged her tongue upwards, the sticky-sweetness of the woman's desire spilling out across Samantha's labia each time. When at last Samantha could take no more, her body shaking as her breath came out in whimpering moans, and her fingers pulled Miranda's face closer to her womanhood, the courier finally allowed her tongue to slip out and slide wetly up to Samantha's clit. As the courier's tongue touched the hard, little nub, Samantha arched her back, somehow finding the strength to let go of Miranda's hair as not to yank it out as she struggled to vocalize her feelings. Her body shook almost violently as the tip of Miranda's tongue slid over Samantha's clit, inexpertly moving slowly back and forth across it before making a slow circle around it, wetting the little nub with the woman's own sticky sweetness. Samantha then forced her hands away from Miranda's hair as she practically convulsed, a prolong, desperate exclamation escaping her lips as she instead gripped the courier's shoulders, using her last once of sanity to ensure the woman didn't injure Miranda in return for the joy the courier had given her. Miranda winced a bit as she felt her lover's nails dig into her shoulders, but found it to be a small price to pay for the elation she felt at bringing Samantha to ecstasy. Once the woman was far beyond the point of no-return, the courier slipped her tongue lower, pushing it as far between Samantha's labia as she could, covering her lover's labia with her mouth before beginning to suckle with all her might. Surprise crossed Samantha's face for a heartbeat's time as the desperately panting woman turned her head to Erika who was watching with intense interest. The redhead could only half-smile and shake her head at Miranda's voracious need to bring her pleasure, but was far from arguing. Catching the look in Samantha's eye, however, Erika merely smiled approvingly before bending down from her sitting position to give her apprentice several soft kisses randomly about her face as Samantha found it difficult to close her mouth long enough to kiss back. To further prolong her apprentice's ecstatic torture, Erika's hand slipped to her breast, the woman's fingertips playing teasingly across it, occasionally playfully pinching her nipple, and causing Samantha to moan all the more. Meanwhile, Miranda let out a soft, appreciative sound of her own as Samantha all but flooded her mouth, the courier's tongue almost being forced out as the woman's moist inner walls convulsed around it, the flavour seemingly deliciously addictive to Miranda's pallet. Glancing up, Miranda felt a strong urge to smile back as Erika lifted her head and looked at her with a pleased expression upon her face. "Oh-!" gasped Miranda, pulling her mouth away and panting heavily as she only then noticed the ache in her jaw. As she reached up to rub it, though, Miranda gave Erika an embarrassed smile, feeling the stick wetness upon her face that could have only come from one source. "Don't worry," assured Erika with a soft chuckle, "it will take her a few moment's to realize you've stopped." Miranda nodded slowly in understanding, licking her lips clean as she watched Samantha for a few moments, wondering if it had taken her as long to come down from the experience. "Wow..." was all the courier could mutter, shaking her head in amazement, "I- I did this, didn't I?" Erika chuckled softly as Samantha's hands slipped from Miranda's shoulders, sliding down her arms as the still panting woman stared up at the courier longingly. "Yes, yes indeed you did," Erika agreed, moving back a bit as Miranda caught the needy look in Samantha's eyes and obligingly crawled overtop of her so they could hold one another. "Th- thank you," the redhead sighed heavily, her arms clinging firmly to Miranda once the girl had moved close enough. "No problem," assured Miranda with a chuckle, giving Samantha a small kiss before happily hugging her back, "that was fun. I- I just hope that I haven't worn you out too much." "Oh, I think I could go for another round," Samantha laughed, glancing at Erika slyly, hoping to illicit even a hint of jealousy. Finding only an approving smile and a nod, though, Samantha gave her lover a small, playful pout before grinning broadly. Miranda, meanwhile, glanced over at the nightstand beside the bed, her stormy gray eyes going wide as she spotted the device Samantha had used on her. "That's odd," commented Miranda without thinking, causing both Erika and Samantha to glance back in her direction with some concern, "that sure felt a whole lot bigger than it actually is." "The mind is the most easily stimulated erogenous zone, my dear," commented Erika with a sly smile, "But yes, I was careful to choose something relatively innocuous, seeing as you hadn't had much experience with such things." Miranda nodded slowly, moving to a sitting position and straddling Samantha's hips as she stared down at the phallic device, its length wrapped in a thick, spongy, dark green material she recalled being rather pliable. "I'm afraid I've no experience with 'toys' at all," she confessed, immediately blushing, and thankful that neither of her lovers commented upon it, "It was really quite something, though..." The courier's voice trailed off before she could incriminate herself further, but the bemused smile that crossed Samantha's face when she looked down at her told Miranda that she didn't always need to express her thoughts to have them picked upon on. "Would you like to give it a go?" Samantha inquired, causing a tingle to run up Miranda's spine, the girl nibbling her bottom lip as she glanced back at the device uncertainly, "I wasn't lying when I said I'd be willing to go another round." Miranda closed her eyes, inhaling deeply and letting it out slowly before nodding, hoping desperately the entire time that she didn't look too embarrassed or terribly over-eager about the prospect. "I, I'd like that," she confessed, reaching out with a shaking hand to take up the vibrator, the courier's gray eyes going wide as her fingers squeezed the pliable sheath it was wrapped in. "The switch is on the bottom," commented Samantha, a tinge of unashamed eagerness apparent in her voice. Miranda merely nodded, turning the vibrator over and jumping a little as her thumb hit the on switch. Miranda then laughed as it hummed quietly in her hand, shaking her head in amusement as she shut it off and moved away from Samantha. "Okay," the courier instructed after composing herself once again as she sat next to the woman, "I... I'd like you to roll over on your stomach now." Samantha's eyes went wide as she gave Miranda a bit of a mischievous grin. "Gladly!" the woman laughed, causing the courier turn away to hide her embarrassed look as Samantha rolled over before sliding up onto her hands and knees so that Miranda was kneeling behind her, "I'm actually really quite fond of doing it this way." "Oh, don't tell me that!" Miranda replied, covering her face with her free hand, shaking her head as she laughed, before taking a moment to compose herself. "Terribly sorry," said Samantha slyly, looking over her shoulder at Miranda, her long, fiery red hair cascading downward dramatically, "I promise to be good from now on. Unless you don't want me to be." Miranda coughed into her hand, glancing to one side as she made an attempt to change the subject. "So, you say that the switch is on the bottom then?" the courier inquired, turning the vibrator upside down, peering at it curiously as Samantha chuckled. "That's right," she replied with an amused smile, her body shivering pleasantly as Samantha felt Miranda's fingers tentatively touch her still wet folds lightly, brushing the silky-soft folds with a level of curiosity that filled Samantha with a pleasant feeling. Miranda nervously nibbled her bottom lip for a moment as her fingers brushed lightly over Samantha's womanhood, two of the pressing lightly against her labia as the one in the middle pushed a little more boldly. Miranda gasped as she encountered only token resistance, her middle finger sinking into the warm wetness as Samantha let out a soft moan and shivered pleasantly. "That's okay, right?" Miranda inquired, glancing up to find Samantha's head tilted far back, the woman closing her eyes, concentrating solely on the sensation of Miranda's almost tentative touch. "She's having a good time, dear," said Erika softly, coming up behind Miranda and slipping her arms about the girl's waist, "You've nothing to worry about." Miranda nodded slowly, shivering slightly as she felt Erika's warm, naked body press against her own, the woman's hands sliding idly across her skin as Miranda herself pushed her finger deeper, giggling a little as she felt Samantha's inner walls contract upon the digit. "Well, at least I know I have some hidden talent," Miranda chuckled, tilting her head to one side as Erika's slightly parted lips traced a line up along her neck to her ear. "Oh, I'm sure we'll find all sorts of hidden talents in you, deary," whispered Erika, her teeth dragging lightly across Miranda's earlobe, causing the courier to shiver, "Assuming you might want to stay on for a few more days." Miranda nodded slowly, her eyes concentrating for a moment on her finger as it slid back out of Samantha's womanhood before pushing it back in. "I, I think I'd like that," she replied slowly two of her fingers still caressing Samantha's labia as Miranda's middle finger continued to move about inside. "I'm glad," continued Erika, one hand sliding slowly down towards Miranda's womanhood as the other slipped up towards her breast, "There's still so much you could learn here. And so much we still don't know about you..." Miranda gasped as she felt the tip of Erika's tongue caress her ear as the woman's hand gently cupped her small breast, squeezing it gently as one of Erika's fingers slid slowly back and forth, caressing Miranda's nipple. At the same time, Erika's other hand moved lower, the woman moving her fingers apart to avoid Miranda's clit as they traced along her skin, sliding down across her labia. "Is this okay, Miranda?" came Erika's whispered voice, seemingly from far away, but all Miranda could do was to nod in response, her body tensing even as a shiver ran up her spine, a deep feeling of need rising in Miranda as she felt Erika's hand lift to avoid touching her clit. "I, I'm just a little nervous," the girl confessed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as she felt Erika's slow line of kisses move down across her neck. "I could always stop," Erika murmured, her fingers brushing slowly back and forth across Miranda's labia, her touch so light it was almost as gentle as a warm Summer's breeze. "I'd never forgive you," Miranda sighed, her thumb switching on the vibrator once again, the low humming sound it gave off causing Samantha to jump a little, her body quivering in anticipation as the woman held her bottom a bit higher. "You're so wonderfully insatiable," Erika giggled, her fingers giving Miranda's nipple a bit of a squeeze that caused the courier to let out a gasp of her own, "You'll probably wear us both out before this night is done, yet still be looking for more." Miranda moved her head forward, letting her long dark hair fall across her face to hide her smile. "This is my first opportunity to be truly... 'Satisfied'," the courier chuckled, taking a deep breath as she pulled her hand back and brought the vibrator closer to Samantha's womanhood. "So long as it's not your last," said Erika with a hint of seriousness, turning to watch with great interest as her apprentice gasped at the sensation the spongy feeling end of the vibrator touching her bare skin. "It won't be. I promise," assured Miranda, trying unsuccessfully to banish the smile that crossed her face as she moved the device slowly up and down between Samantha's labia, causing the woman to jump and squirm as she moaned happily, occasionally letting out a small giggle at the sensation. Erika sighed happily, resting her chin upon Miranda's shoulder, her fingers continuing to caress the courier's womanhood as she watched. Then, as Miranda held the vibrator still, she could see Samantha tense up at what was to come. But as she began to push the phallic device forward, Miranda gasped, feeling Erika's finger sliding into her at the same unhurried, careful pace. Holding the vibrator still for a moment, Miranda could feel Erika's finger holding steady as well, only the barest bit of it pushing into her own warm wetness. As Samantha's fingers curled, taking up firm handfuls of bed sheets, the courier glanced sideways at Erika who merely smiled in reply. 'Oh dear...' thought Miranda with a smile, 'this, this could get interesting.' Tilting her head back a little and habitually biting her bottom lip, Miranda pushed the vibrator forward ever so slightly. Sure enough, as Samantha let out the breath she'd been holding, Erika's finger pushed deeper into the courier's womanhood. Unable to stop herself, Miranda let out a small chuckle, turning her head to peer into Erika's all too innocent eyes. Without a word, Miranda pressed her lips to Erika's, tilting her head to one side and sighing softly as she felt the woman's tongue press experimentally against her lips. The courier found herself quick to oblige, shaking a little as she parted her lips and touched Erika's tongue with her own, the sensation sending pleasurable chills up her spine. As the two kissed, Miranda opened one eye, half-smiling as she pushed the vibrator further, inhaling sharply as she saw how easily it slid inside of Samantha, the woman's excitement ensuring her inner walls were ready to accept the intruder. To her surprise, Miranda felt Erika's finger slide all the way up inside of her a heartbeat later. The girl gasped, her body shaking as she held perfectly still for a long moment, feeling Erika's other hand leave her breast so that the woman's arm might hold her steady. When she had at last composed herself, Erika merely smiled, kissing Miranda deeply once again, her finger beginning to slide slowly in and out of Miranda's womanhood, the feeling of which sent wonderful tingles throughout the courier's body. Miranda closed her eyes again, concentrating on the sensation, and trying to copy Erika's movements with the vibrator, sliding it slowly in and out of Samantha. Occasionally slipping it almost the entire way out where Miranda proceeded to tease Samantha with its end for several moments before pushing it back into her almost the entire way. "You're doing quite well," whispered Erika as she pulled back, breaking off their kiss and leaving them both panting, taking a moment to listen to the pleasurable sounds her apprentice let out. "You, you're not still jealous, right?" Miranda inquired a small, bemused smile, slowly twisting the vibrator to the right as Samantha let out a surprised sound before burring her face in the pillow to letting out a particularly loud exclamation. Erika shook her head slowly, smiling as her free hand moved up to caress Miranda's cheek. "You have so much concern for others," the woman mused happily, "how is it that such a wonderful and pretty girl like you hasn't found someone else to fulfill her needs?" Miranda smiled back, giving Erika a soft kiss before glancing back down at Samantha, her free hand sliding over the rise of the woman's bottom and giving it a firm squeeze. "A courier's career is like that," she replied softly, smiling as Samantha arched her back, inhaling sharply as Miranda slid the vibrator back before pushing it a little deeper than before, "But I'm in no hurry to start again." Erika nodded, her fingers slipping away from Miranda as the woman slid down and laid herself down up the bed upon her back. "What are-?" began Miranda, suddenly feeling Erika's warm, soft hands upon her thighs as the woman shuffled closer. "You'll see," Erika replied with a bit of a chuckle, suddenly kissing her way up Miranda's inner thighs, causing the girl's body to shiver as Erika neared the courier's womanhood. "Oh, my!" Miranda stammered, her fingers gripping Samantha's bottom a little tighter as she took in a deep breath. "Something wrong, deary?" teased Samantha, panting as she glanced over her shoulder and grinned broadly. Miranda glanced back at Samantha and suddenly blushed, her eyes going wide as she came back to reality. "Oh, nothing," the courier assured, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out as she looked down at the vibrator, its spongy deep green sheath glistening with Samantha's wetness, "Just a little overwhelmed, I guess..." "We could stop if you'd like," murmured Erika softly, her gentle kisses tickling Miranda's skin and eliciting a soft giggle from the courier. "Only if you never want me to forgive you," replied Miranda teasingly, closing her eyes and sighing heavily as she felt the barest touch of the end of Erika's tongue as it ran along the line between her labia, the sensation just as teasing as her words. "I think I know that feeling," added Samantha, nibbling her bottom lip as she pushed her hips back, causing the vibrator to slide back into herself despite Miranda's momentarily stationary hand. "Oh, sorry!" Miranda responded quickly, surprised by Samantha's eagerness, but too distracted by the sensation of Erika's tongue, pressing ever so slightly harder each time the woman lapped at her labia to feel embarrassed by it. "No, no," Samantha soothed softly, wetting her lips as she moved back and forth, letting Miranda hold the vibrator still for the moment, "You're doing wonderfully, dear. You've nothing to apologize for." Miranda merely nodded, wetting her lips nervously as she watched the way Samantha's womanhood seemed to cling hungrily to the vibrating toy as she pushed back and pulled forward, the courier's body tingling all over as Erika's tongue seemed to take forever to slide along the length of her labia. After a few moments the sensation gave Miranda the courage she needed to slide her free hand downwards, her touch eliciting a soft moaning sigh from Samantha as the courier's fingertips tentatively touched Samantha's clit. The sensation causing her to jump a little and catch her breath as Miranda's fingers experimentally caressed the hardened nub. "Is that okay?" the courier inquired softly, inhaling suddenly through her teeth and letting the breath back out slowly as she felt Erika's tongue suddenly press upwards, Miranda's body eagerly accepting the intruder. Samantha's only reply the question, however, was a bit of a chuckle as she caught her breath, torn between amusement and desire. But what her voice could not articulate, Samantha's body said quite clearly by pushing back harder upon the vibrator before bucking her hips a bit, the woman's fingers curling as they took up handfuls of the bed sheets. Miranda gasped as Samantha's labia pressed suddenly against her fingers, leaving warm moisture upon them as she pulled back before pushing towards the courier once again. Letting out a small, embarrassed chuckle of her own, Miranda twisted the vibrator slightly as Samantha pushed back, causing the redhead to let out a shuddering sigh as the courier's legs began to shake from the strain of straddling Erika, and from the sensations the woman's tongue was bringing her. Miranda's determination not to stop continued, however, holding her hand still so that Samantha's back and forth motions would drag the woman's clit across her fingers by itself, Miranda pushed the vibrator deeper as Samantha came towards her. As she felt it stop, refusing to go further, a tinge of guilt poked at Miranda's conscience, only to be quickly dispelled as Samantha suddenly buried her face in her pillow to muffle her exclamation, the woman's hips shaking as they both held still as best they could. Almost absently, Miranda noticed that Erika's tongue had slipped away and knew that her other lover was watching. With a small mischievous grin, Miranda watched Samantha hang on the brink for a moment more before her fingers parted, pushing upwards to entrap the woman's clit before squeezing it gently. Samantha's reaction was instantaneous. As the woman's body shook almost violently, Miranda had to grit her teeth to hold the vibrator steady, Samantha's inner walls threatening to force it back out as she grabbed the edges of the pillow to support herself. With a strange feeling of exhilaration, Miranda eased the pressure of her fingers upon Samantha's clit before wriggling them slightly; caressing the nub with a gentleness that was almost in contrast to way the woman's body was shaking. Samantha responded by suddenly stiffening, her body holding nearly completely still for a long moment, the woman holding her breath before suddenly lifting her head from the pillow and letting it out again and pulling forward. Falling forward onto the bed and crawling a little further up it to leave Miranda holding the glistening vibrator with an amused expression upon her face as Samantha lie before her panting to catch her breath. A moment later, and Miranda felt Erika's arms around her once more, the woman having extricated herself in order to kneel just behind the courier once more. "She's exaggerating a little, but for the most part that was your doing," the Gym Leader whispered into Miranda's ear, soliciting a quiet, embarrassed giggle. Miranda nodded slowly, watching as Samantha rolled over onto her back and smiled up at the girl, her arms extended towards Miranda invitingly. "Surely I'm not that good!" the courier blurted, causing Samantha to laugh as she sat up and wrapped her arms around Miranda. "Certainly good enough to make sure I'll prolly sleep for a week straight," the redhead assured, her hands running up Erika's back as Miranda found herself held by both women, if not a little awkwardly, "but how about you? How do you feel?" Miranda paused for moment, catching the seriousness in the woman's tone. "Kind of exhilarated," she replied slowly, trying unsuccessfully to hide her smile, "I don't think I could sleep if my life depended on it!" Samantha exchanged a look with her mentor and smiled, her gaze returning Miranda. "My goodness but you're delightfully insatiable!" the woman chuckled, smiling as she saw the look on Miranda's face, "But unfortunately, I'm not..." Miranda gave a bit of pout as Samantha slipped away and swung her legs off the bed. "I'll be back in a few minutes," the woman promised with a weary smile, struggling to stand upon her wobbling legs, "I'll bring back some fresh tea as well. The last batch is sure to be long since cooled by now." Miranda glanced over her shoulder as Samantha slipped a robe about her shoulders before stepping out into the hallway, feeling suddenly conscious of the fact that she was suddenly alone with Erika. "I, I hope you don't mind me saying this," the courier said hesitantly, leaning back against the woman's warm body, enjoying the feeling of the reassuring hug Erika gave her, "but you two have a rather peculiar relationship." Erika chuckled lightly in the courier's ear, giving Miranda's neck a soft kiss before her arms began to slip away. "It more than likely wouldn't work even half as well for anyone else," she assured, coming around to the front before lying back down upon the bed's ruffled sheets, "we do care for one another, make no mistake. It is simply that there are some lessons that can only be taught in an intimate setting. To be honest, we don't normally pursue other lovers we don't intend on 'sharing'. But here are times when a little self-indulgence is permissible." Miranda's eyes widened as she stared down at Erika's naked form for a moment, her pulse raising, her emotions feeling a bit conflicted as she nervously wet her lips. "I, I really don't think I could settle for that," the girl confessed, a tinge of guilt making her wince as Miranda became fearful of offending her hostess, "I think that I'd like to make my next relationship as serious and meaningful as possible. Not that yours doesn't, it's just-" Erika's reassuring smile cut her off, the look in the woman's mysterious emerald eyes causing Miranda to catch her breath. "Don't be afraid to speak your mind, Miri," the Gym Leader assured, patting the bed beside her, "I've always found honesty to be a rather refreshing trait; there are far too many lies and half-truths in the world. It's one of the reasons I've become so adept at knowing the feelings of others." Miranda blushed again, using the excuse of lying down to let her hair fall forward to hide her expression, knowing full well that Erika could sense her continued desire, and the courier's deep attraction to the woman. "You've nothing to be embarrassed about, my dear," Erika said at last as Miranda lay upon her side facing the woman, the space between them seeming all to vast and infinite, only to be bridged as Erika's hand touched the girl's shoulder softly, "To be honest, I'd like to continue this for a bit longer, with just you. That's part of the reason Samantha went out. She's really become quite intuitive..." Miranda glanced up at the woman, her expression a bit nervous as the feel of Erika's touch sent a curiously warm feeling through her. "I, I kinda know the feeling," she replied hesitantly, the courier's smile only partially suppressed, "Well, the continuing on part, anyway. I guess Samantha was right, I am a bit insatiable." Erika chuckled softly, sliding her arm around Miranda and moving closer, her leg sliding over the courier's, soliciting a small, pleasant shiver from Miranda at the closeness of their contact. "So it's alright with you then?" Erika inquired softly, the end of her nose brushing against Miranda's, "You'd like to make love to me?" Miranda swallowed down her nervousness, finding it difficult to speak, and nodding her reply, finding it far easier to move her face a little closer and press her lips lightly against Erika's rather than speak. Her lover responded in kind, the woman sighing softly, her hand moving up across Miranda's arm, over her should and neck to hold Miranda's face fondly for a moment. "You're going to make someone very happy one day, Miri," whispered Erika breathlessly, her fingers sliding up through the girl's hair, her smile becoming a little amused as Erika's fingers became snagged in its tangles. "When you say that, I can almost believe its true," Miranda replied, chuckling a bit as Erika finally had to simply slide her hand back entirely to retrieve her fingers from the courier's hair. "Nearly anything's possible, deary," Erika assured, the tips of her middle and index fingers gently tracing Miranda's jaw line, savoring her skin's softness, "Even if you don't believe it is, I'll leave this world a very surprised woman if you don't find someone else more worthy to love." "I just hope you're a very old woman when you finally do, though," added Miranda teasingly with a bit of a giggle, slipping her arm around Erika as her confidence grew. Erika closed her eyes and chuckled, nodding slowly in agreement. "That's something you can count upon," she assured, her fingers sliding under Miranda's chin to lift it slightly before kissing the girl lightly again, "but just now, I'd much rather concentrate on the present. For I doubt very much that I shall have this privilege again any time soon." Miranda closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Erika's to hide her reaction to the woman's words, feeling nearly unable to contain herself, trusting in Erika's sincerity that they were true. As her kiss was eagerly returned, Miranda felt the fingers of Erika's free hand link with her own, giving the courier's hand a reassuring squeeze as Miranda's other hand moved to gently touch Erika's breast. "It's alright," the woman said softly as their lips parted, leaving Miranda breathless as Erika's own free hand slid downward once again, her fingers moving teasingly over Miranda's breasts each in turn, "You needn't be afraid to touch me." Miranda let out a bit of a self-conscious chuckle as she opened her eyes and looked into Erika's, her fingers running experimentally across her lover's breast, the feeling of Erika's soft skin sending pleasant chills through the courier. "So long as you know that that applies to me as well," Miranda chuckled teasingly, blushing at her words and gasping as she felt Erika's fingers entrap one of her nipples between them. "Actually," said Erika thoughtfully, her lips coming teasingly close to Miranda's as she spoke, occasionally brushing lightly against them, "I'd like to believe that I'm becoming quite adept at knowing your limits and avoiding them." The courier sighed contentedly, her fingers coiling so that their tips dragged lightly across Erika's breast, stopping as they touched the hard nub of the woman's nipple. "You haven't scared me off yet," Miranda assured with a chuckle, glancing down to watch her fingers as they ran lightly over what they had found. "I could never forgive myself if I did," assured Erika, inhaling slowly, her eyes half-lidded as two of Miranda's fingers slowly moved to entrap her nipple, gently rotating it slightly as the girl glanced up to gauge Erika's reaction, smiling as she caught the slightly unfocused look in her lover's eyes. "Don't worry too much," Miranda assured softly, slowly releasing the hardened nub before moving her hand lower, the courier's fingers slowly tracing a path down over Erika's stomach, "I'm beginning to doubt you ever could." As they passed her navel, Erika couldn't help but glance down, absently nibbling her bottom lip as Miranda's slightly shaking fingers slid slowly across the soft warmth of her womanhood, the courier's body giving a bit of a shiver at the contact. Erika glanced up just as Miranda looked at her, their eyes meeting for what seemed like an eternity before Erika moved closer, pressing her lips gently against the courier's. Miranda sighed softly in response, thankful that she wasn't standing as Erika's show of affection made her body seem to melt, her hand momentarily leaving the soft feel of her lover's womanhood. "It's okay," Miranda could hear Erika whisper, their lips barely parting as the woman spoke, her gentle hand suddenly covering her own, coaxing it back to its former placement. The courier nodded slowly, taking a slow deep breath before opening her eyes and smiling shyly back at Erika, allowing the woman to guide her hand as she felt her lover's fingers slide over her own. Miranda then watched intently, looking deeply into Erika's eyes for signs of reaction to their joined movements. As Erika bending her leg at the knee to provide her with more room to move, Miranda let the woman coax her fingers into moving slowly up and down Erika's labia, causing her lover's body to give a small, sudden shiver that made the courier smile. "You okay?" Miranda teased with a bit of a giggle in her voice, receiving a bemused smile from Erika as she pushed the girl's fingers closer together in response, causing Miranda to catch her breath as she felt a warm wetness upon them. "That would depend on your definition 'okay'," Erika replied, gently nibbling her lip as she shifted her fingers slightly, coaxing the courier's fingers slightly until Miranda caught her breath, feeling her finger slide between Erika's labia, "Now then, are you 'okay'?" Miranda blushed, bowing her head as she tried unsuccessfully not to smile, nodding slightly and moving her fingers lightly back and forth, finding the meager resistance of her lover's inner walls quickly dissipating under her touch. Glancing up, the girl caught Erika's soft smile, readily accepting a gentle kiss upon her forehead as her lover's hand slipped away. "I think so," Miranda said softly, her fingers moving without the woman's coaxing, two of them caressing Erika's labia as the one between them pushed a little deeper. "That's good to know," Erika breathed, her body giving a small shiver, the woman composing herself a moment later before touching Miranda's hand gently once again. "Just a moment, deary," said Erika softly, her smile banishing the sudden concern that made Miranda's heart sink as the woman moved onto her back and motioned the courier closer. "S-sorry- I mean-" Miranda stammered without thinking as she pulled her hand away and sat up on her side, bowing her head to hide an embarrassed smile. Erika chuckled softly in reply, her hand gliding fondly downward, caressing the girl's neck, shoulder and arm. "You're still a bit nervous," she said softly, her hand slipping down further to hold Miranda's, "Is there anything I can do fix that?" Miranda glanced up, wetting her dry lips as she moved into a sitting position and gave Erika's hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's silly," she replied, glancing away as she spoke, "But I'm actually finding being alone with you a little... I don't know. Like I'm putting more pressure on myself to impress you." Miranda looked back down into Erika's eyes, giving the woman a self-conscious smile. "See? It's silly." Erika merely shook her head slowly, her emerald eyes seeming to fill with unwavering concern as Erika reached out with both arms to hold Miranda. "No, not at all," the woman said softly as the courier lied down on her side once again, this time slipping an arm around Erika, her head resting upon the woman's chest, just above her bosom, "I find it rather endearing, actually." Miranda let out a short, self-conscious chuckle, sighing softly as she felt Erika's fingers running affectionately through her hair as best they could. "There you go again," the girl chuckled, lifting her head as she moved over Erika's body, bending her knees to support herself upon her shins and forearms, the courier's story gray eyes full of amusement as she looked down into the twin seas of emerald green that were Erika's, "increasing the size of my ego." "Oh, don't worry," assured Erika, her bemused smile widening as she moved Miranda's hair away from the girl's face with both hands, "I'll be sure to stop once you've gained the right confidence, and not turn you into an egomaniac." "I'd appreciate that," Miranda replied with a giggle, giving Erika's lips a quick, teasing kiss before moving down a little further, pushing her nervousness away once again. Trusting Erika to make her aware the instant she did something wrong, and trying not to think of it too much, Miranda nuzzled the woman's neck affectionately, finding the intense softness of Erika's skin almost impossible to resist. A heartbeat later, Erika's fingers continued to play through the courier's midnight locks, the woman sighing contentedly and leaning her head back as Miranda's lips tentatively kissed their way down Erika's neck. Proceeding further, Miranda shuffled slowly downwards, letting out the occasional short, stifled giggle at her own awkwardness as Erika pulled an extra pillow over to support herself. Looking up as she came to Erika's bosom, Miranda gave her lover another nervous smile, looking into the woman's eyes as she took a deep breath and lightly took one of Erika's nipples between her lips, pulling on it gently and just enough to solicit a small, sudden shiver from Erika. Pleased with the result, Miranda let her growing confidence wear down at the walls of her uncertainty, unwilling to allow the opportunity to pass. As she felt Erika's hands move her once more out of control hair back, brushing it with her fingers down Miranda's back and out of the way, the girl closed her eyes, holding her breath as she ran the tip of her tongue experimentally over the hardened nub of Erika's nipple. Feeling Erika's body tense as her lover arched her back, Miranda exhaled softly, opening her eyes to watch Erika's reactions as the tip of her tongue teasingly lapped at her nipple. Much to her satisfaction, Erika's fingers coiled a little tighter as the woman looked back down at Miranda through half-lidded eyes, giving an ever so slight nod of approval as the courier drew a portion of Erika's breast into her mouth, suckling gently as her tongue explored the woman's soft skin and hard nipple. Miranda then slowly pulled back, suckling gently so that Erika's breast would gain its freedom only after a long moment which caused the woman to arch her back and hold her breath. When at last she was free of the warmth of Miranda's mouth, Erika relaxed once more, exhaling loudly as she fell back down, her breathing steadying only long enough for Miranda's lips to move to her other breast. Erika sighed contentedly, closing her eyes as she felt Miranda's hand suddenly cup her now unoccupied breast, letting out a soft moan as she felt the courier's teeth nibble her gently as Miranda suckled insistently. As Miranda's fingers played experimentally across her breast, Erika couldn't help but cover the girl's hand, pushing her fingers closer together as they entrapped her nipple, squeezing it tighter as Miranda suckled the other a little harder. At the increased sensation, Erika let out a small gasp, receiving a pleased chuckled from Miranda who pulled her lips back slowly once more, only to replace her mouth with her free hand. Erika released the courier's hand as she moved lower, sliding her fingers through Miranda's hair once more as the girl paused and placed a teasing kiss upon Erika's navel. Lifting her head a little higher to watch, Erika held her breath, feeling Miranda's slightly parted lips running across her naked skin, the girl's hands shaking a bit as they adoringly caressed Erika's small bosom. Miranda lifted her head slightly as she felt her shoulders rub against Erika's inner thighs, the woman bending her legs at the knees and trying to give her a bit more room to maneuver. Miranda then smiled up at Erika, the woman's face just on the edge of becoming slightly blurry as the courier felt thankful that her vision wasn't as bad as it could have been. "Am I doing okay?" Miranda inquired coyly, receiving a soft chuckle from Erika, the woman's hands sliding down to her cheeks, holding her face fondly. "Without question," Erika sighed happily, her hands sliding back up through Miranda's hair, subtly coaxing her lover to continue, "Just listen to your instincts. Your body knows what do to." Miranda nodded slowly, stifling a self-conscious chuckle as she pulled her hands back, releasing Erika's breasts and bringing her arms back to support herself better as she shuffled lower and got comfortable. "I'll try and keep that in mind," the courier replied softly, swallowing her nervousness as she glanced back down at Erika's womanhood before lowering her head slowly. As Erika's fingers played through her hair, reassuring her every step of the way, Miranda parted her lips and brushed them gently upwards against her lover's labia, giggling softly under her breath at the quiet gasp the woman let out at her touch. Bringing her lips back downwards, Miranda tentatively touched her tongue to the silky softness of Erika's skin, closing her eyes as the taste of the woman's excitement caused the courier to let out a quiet, joyous whimper before she could stop herself. The feeling of Erika's fingertips pushing a little more insistently against her scalp brought Miranda back to reality a moment later, the girl letting her tongue slide lower, pushing its way between Erika's labia as it went. As she brought her tongue back upwards, collecting the sweet flavour of her lover's desire upon it, Miranda smiled inwardly, feeling Erika's body tense and knowing she was doing more than just 'okay'. The gratifying feeling that filled Miranda also increased her confidence in what she was doing, her nervousness and self-conscious concerns being pushed further and further away as the girl placed her hands upon Erika's thighs, gently caressing them with her fingers as her tongue began lapping slowly at Erika's womanhood. Feeling her lover's fingers curl as the woman's inner walls seemed to tense, Miranda quickly covered Erika's labia with her mouth, pushing deeply with her tongue and suckling as the woman approached her peak. Closing her eyes with a feeling of gratified contentment, Miranda moaned softly, her tongue twisting its way deeper into Erika, her lover's body began to shake, the woman letting out a long, helpless whimper as she tried unsuccessfully to contain herself. Miranda finally managed to open her eyes as she heard an excited gasp suddenly escape Erika's lips, and was surprised to see the woman's cheeks flushed, her mask of complete calm shattering as Erika lifted her head, gasping helplessly for breath as she clung almost desperately to Miranda's hair, somehow finding the will to ease her grip before causing her lover any real pain. As Miranda watched, Erika seemed poised upon the brink, the woman swallowing hard as she panted, her whole body shaking as she tried to contain herself but obviously unable to for very much longer. 'Let go!' Miranda urged inwardly, fighting the urge to smile as she watched Erika teeter at the precipice of sensual ecstasy, 'I promise not to tell anyone how beautiful you are when you do...' Erika's eyes suddenly flew open as Miranda pressed her mouth closer, the end of her nose brushing lightly against the woman's clit and causing Erika to catch her breath. Pressing her advantage, Miranda pulled her mouth away, panting as she then descended upon the hardened nub, her lips surrounding it with little room to spare as her tongue teasingly ran circles around Erika's clit without actually touching it. "M-Miranda!" the woman gasped helplessly, her hands moving quickly to the courier's shoulders, gripping them tightly as she held her lover in place with her legs, "D- Don't tease!" The courier couldn't help but smile happily at her handiwork, suddenly adding to Erika's sweet torment by running her fingertips down the length of the woman's labia before gently pressing the tip of her middle finger between them. Miranda then glanced up, catching the desperate look in Erika's eyes, the woman somehow finding the strength to give her a short nod before falling back down as the girl's finger made the same slow rotating movements that her tongue suddenly did upon Erika's clit. Miranda barely felt Erika's nails as they pressed into her shoulders, the woman's hands pulling her closer, her legs wrapping about the courier's waist as Miranda's tongue pushed against her clit, rotating it wetly at the same time that her finger slid easily into Erika's wetness, only to be held in place as the woman's inner walls clenched tight once again. Erika's voice then suddenly filled Miranda's ears, the woman letting out a long, helpless moan as she clung desperately to Miranda; her face flushing deeply as her body finally let go, her whole world centered upon the probing finger inside of her, and the way that Miranda suckled her clit as the girl's tongue caressed it. It seemed to take forever for Erika's body to finally fall back onto the bed after arching her back almost painfully for several seconds. Even then, Miranda only pulled her head back slightly, panting as she continued circling Erika's clit with her tongue, the woman writhing beneath her, Erika's body shaking as it tried to unsuccessfully to come down. "W-Wait-!" Erika gasped at last, laughing as she let go of Miranda's shoulders and held her face, lifting the girl's head only through the greatest of efforts, "I- I need a moment..." Miranda, smiled as she saw the contented look upon Erika's face, the woman looking radiant as ever despite her somewhat dishevelled appearance. "Sorry," the girl replied with a bit of a giggle, her hand slipping away from Erika's womanhood, "I guess I just got a little carried away..." "Goodness no! Not at all," Erika laughed, only partially regaining her composure as the woman struggled into a sitting position before motioning Miranda closer, "If anything, it's me who should apologize. I'm not normally quite so susceptible to another's touch. I'm afraid that my desire for you seems to have gotten the better of me. Infact, I'd say that it's still doing just that." Miranda's eyes widened, at the comment, finding it hard to hide her blushing smile as she got her legs under herself and sat before the woman. "What exactly do you mean?" Miranda inquired carefully, almost feeling Erika's continued desire in the air between them. Erika bowed her head slightly and leaned forward, her neatly trimmed, ebon bangs partially obscuring the woman's compelling emerald eyes. "I mean both that I've yet to have my fill of you, and that it seems somehow unfair that I've yet to return the favour," Erika replied, leaning closer until her nose brushed against Miranda's her lips so close that the courier could feel them occasionally brushing against her own as the woman spoke, "Assuming, of course, that you're still up for this." "H-How could I not be?" Miranda stammered rhetorically, her body shaking inperceptively as she spoke, her voice becoming quiet, the warmth of Erika's breath upon her lips making them quiver as the girl's eyes slid closed. Miranda could then feel Erika's hands slide slowly over her naked shoulders, the woman's fingers gently caressing them to make up for the unnoticed injury she'd inadvertently caused earlier. "Are you willing to try something just a little different, then?" she whispered, "Because to be honest, deary, I simply must have a little more of you, and I can't abide by the thought of being completely selfish about it." Miranda caught her breath and moved quickly forward, her arms slipping around Erika, holding her tightly as the girl nuzzled her lover's neck, her lips moving slowly up to Erika's ear. "Anything, anything at all..." Miranda whispered breathlessly, putting her forehead upon Erika's shoulder as she felt the woman's hands moving slowly down her back, caressing her muscles soothingly. "Never promise that, Miri," the woman replied with a touch of seriousness in her voice as pushed Miranda's hair away and gave her earlobe a gentle kiss, "You have limits. Always make sure your lovers respect them, okay?" The courier nodded slowly, Erika's words bringing reality a little closer, but not close enough to intrude upon her mood. "I promise," Miranda assured, lifting her head and kissing Erika's lips softly, a slight giggle entering her voice, "Now please, show me what it is you had in mind so I can decide whether or not I object to it, okay?" Erika chuckled softly, running her fingers fondly through Miranda's hair as best she could. "As you wish," the woman replied softly, her hand running back down Miranda's cheek before placing both hands upon the courier's shoulders once again and giving her a gentle, coaxing push, "Now, just lie down. And remember to say something if you don't like it, okay?" Miranda nodded slowly, her smile a bit nervous as she complied, half-wondering just how far Erika herself was willing to go, and what other secretive pleasures she sought out on a regular basis with Samantha, but was still as yet reluctant to bring up with the courier. The thought made Miranda's smile deepen as she stretched her legs out, watching curiously as Erika moved to one side, watching her just as intently. "You're very pretty, Miranda," whispered Erika, her voice quiet yet sincere, causing the courier to turn her head away to hide her embarrassed smile as the woman moved onto her hands and knees before maneuvering herself overtop of her lover. Glancing back, Miranda let out a short, stammered reply, quickly quieting as her eyes widened, understanding for the most part what Erika had in mind as the woman slowly lowered herself. "Everything, okay?" Erika inquired seriously, only to receive a quiet chuckle from Miranda. "Perfectly," the girl responded, if not a little nervously, finding the warm softness of Erika's body against her own comforting and reassuring despite her conflicted feelings of desire and embarrassment at the thought of anyone walking into the room at that moment. "Good, I'm glad," said Erika, breathing a soft sigh as she cuddled closer, her legs bent at the knees, pressing against the girl's sides as Miranda moved her arms out of the way before Erika slowly lowered her head to give Miranda's inner thigh a teasing kiss. The courier caught her breath at the sensation, her hands suddenly holding Erika's thighs almost instinctively for support, knowing full well what her lover had in mind. For a moment, Miranda kept still, her fingers shaking as she moved her legs a little further apart, her mind focused solely upon the warm wetness of Erika's tongue as its tip slid slowly up her thigh, only to feel the woman's lips kiss their way back down the other. Her body then tensing as she felt her need for Erika increase dramatically, causing Miranda to hold her breath a moment longer, finally letting it go raggedly as she felt the woman's lips kiss their way down her opposite thigh. Opening her eyes, Miranda wet her lips nervously, the sight of Erika's womanhood glistening with desire filling her vision. Then, before she could ask, Miranda felt a pillow pressed against her shoulder as Erika pulled one back for her. "Thanks," Miranda chuckled, taking a moment to fold the pillow in half and pull it behind her head to support herself without fear of neck strain before running her hands up the backs of Erika's thighs, smiling to herself as she heard the woman let out a soft, contented sigh. "You're welcome," Erika murmured, lowering her head once again and giving Miranda's labia a soft, adoring kiss before teasing the line between them with the end of her tongue, causing Miranda's body to give a sudden, small shiver that made the girl giggle self-consciously. Taking a calming breath to compose herself Miranda let her hands slide up all the way to Erika's bottom, smiling to herself as she gave it an appraising squeeze, her own body giving another inadvertent shiver at firmness of it. 'I guess there's a lot more to Erika than there seems,' the courier thought inwardly, chuckling at the foolishness of the thought, for despite her time with the woman, Miranda was well aware that Erika still withheld many secrets, 'She must do some of the landscaping work here herself. Lead by example I guess...' Miranda's reverie was broken as she felt Erika's tongue push a little deeper as it slid slowly, almost casually up and down between her labia before drawing back and licking each one in turn, moistening Miranda's skin with her own warm wetness. Taking it as something of a challenge, the courier pressed her tongue deeply into Erika's womanhood once more, suckling gently as her fingers squeezed a little harder, causing Erika to lift up a bit, offering herself more completely to the courier. Taking advantage of the moment, Miranda drew her tongue back, sliding it slowly down between Erika's labia before dragging its way the short distance to her clit, Erika then closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of the girl's tongue swirling about her clit. Concentrating on the sensation, Erika lowered her head and copied Miranda's movements, drawing her tongue up between the girl's labia before caressing the courier's clit with her tongue. Quickly realizing what Erika was doing, Miranda couldn't help but smile, getting a small thrill out of directing her lover's movements. Sliding her hands down and around Erika's thighs, Miranda pulled her lover a little closer, her lips carefully encircling the woman's clit, gently suckling it as her tongue continued its work. For her part, Erika mostly copied Miranda's movements; pleased to feel the girl's body quiver at the sensation as her the tip of her tongue barely touched the hard nub of Miranda's clit, teasing it gently as Miranda's concentration began to slip. As the girl let out a quiet whimper, Erika's hands moved slowly up Miranda's legs before the fingers of her right hand lightly brushed across the courier's glistening womanhood, causing her body to jump a little at the sudden sensation. As her lover's lips momentarily slipped away to catch her breath, Erika suckled Miranda's clit a little harder, her lips closing in on it before lifting off of it. At the same time, the woman's index finger dipped cautiously into Miranda's womanhood, easily slipping past her labia, and meeting little resistance to the intrusion. With a gently circling motion, Erika pushed deeper, rubbing her finger gently against Miranda's inner walls as the tip of her tongue continued to press lightly against the courier's clit, making slow, small circles atop of it and causing the girl's body to tense up until Miranda could barely move against the building sensation. Despite the increasing tension, and the girl's obvious desire for her to quicken the pace, Erika merely smiled inwardly as she continued her slow pace. Her tongue's movements changed only marginally, occasionally slipping down to the base of Miranda's clit as her tongue's already slow circling eased its pace further, the woman's touch becoming teasingly lighter. All the while Erika's free hand held Miranda's leg in place against the way she was beginning to squirm as the woman's index finger began a slow back and forth motion, pushing a little deeper with each forward movement as Miranda's body eagerly eased its passage. Meanwhile, Miranda finally threw her head back into her pillow, her back arching against the reassuring warmth of Erika's body as her arms fell heavily onto the bed, her fingers curling to grab roughly at the bed sheets. Gritting her teeth against the building pressure, the girl squeezed her eyes closed, finally reminding herself that it was okay, that they were alone, in a room that seemed fairly soundproof, and that she was with someone who wouldn't find any kind of an outburst she might make to be silly or foolish. Infact, a part of the courier's consciousness reminded herself, Erika had found Miranda in the throws of ecstasy to be quite beautiful. Gasping out the breath she'd been holding, Miranda panted heavily, letting the waves of sensation slowly build inside of her as she made little effort to keep still. As Erika's finger curled, dragging itself back and forth against in a curiously pleasurable way, Miranda's inner walls suddenly pushed together, the girl's panting stopping as she let out a long, surprised gasp that increased quickly in pitch until it was almost inaudible. Falling back down onto the bed a moment later, Miranda's hips squirmed almost of their own accord as the girl gasped for breath, not caring if the whole world heard her as Miranda felt the building tension suddenly let go all at once. The courier's surprised gasp quickly became a desperate cry of passion as Miranda all but emptied her lungs, her body shaking as the girl arched her back once more, her fists hitting the mattress almost of the own accord in an attempt to force out the feeling. Erika didn't let up, however, instead quickly encircling Miranda's clit with her lips and suckling against it insistently, her finger quickening its pace as the woman's tongue pushed a little harder, but continued its small, tight circles. When at last she suddenly heard Miranda's voice give out, leaving the girl panting, Erika began to slow her pace once more, only to be surprised a moment later by the feeling of Miranda's tongue lapping desperately at her labia. Lifting her head and exhaling slowly, a smile slowly crept across Erika's face; the woman's thumb moving to Miranda's clit to replace her now weary tongue, the digit making similar, if not somewhat gentler motions upon the hard nub. "You're going to make someone so very happy..." Erika murmured softly, her voice almost a sensuous purr as her ears caught the faintest sound of the door being quietly unlatched. Looking back over her shoulder, Erika smiled as she saw her apprentice slip quietly into the room, the woman bringing with her a tray with fresh tea and a plate of shortbread cookies. The two exchanged a quick glance before Erika turned away, trusting Samantha to understand, and was pleased as she heard the quiet sounds of the tray being set down, followed by the faint rustle of the woman's robe falling quietly to the floor. As Erika's tender touch continued to keep her from completely coming down, Miranda's head fell back, the girl panting once again as she began to wonder just how much more she could take. It was then that caught sight of someone standing at the foot of the bed, the girl's stormy gray eyes widening as the blurry image cleared and she noticed the now familiar mischievous grin upon Samantha's face as the woman crawled onto the bed. "I hope you don't mind," the redhead chuckled, her accent adding a certain sultriness to her tone that somehow pushed away Miranda's sudden embarrassment, the girl catching Samantha off guard as the courier's hands reached out towards her. Samantha's smile became less humorous and more pleased as she felt Miranda's hand touch her lightly, beckoning the woman closer. Catching the hungry look in the courier's eyes, Samantha couldn't resist leaning down and kissing Miranda softly upon the lips before lifting up again and sighing contentedly as her drew her tongue across Erika's wetted labia. At her apprentice's touch, Erika's body tensed, the woman holding her breath as Samantha chuckled softly. "Mind if I help you out a bit, dear?" she inquired coyly, receiving a blushing nod from Miranda in response. Lying half on and half off the bed, Samantha gave Miranda a small nod, glancing significantly at Erika's womanhood, and making the girl's cheeks flush a little redder. "This is crazy," Miranda giggled, smiling as Samantha tried not to laugh as she went back to lapping slowly at Erika's womanhood until Miranda caught on fully and wriggled the tip of her tongue against Erika's clit. The woman's response was almost immediate, with only the slightest delay as Erika leaned far back, pushing against the bed with her hands and pushing her bottom out towards both her lovers. For a half-second, the woman tried to speak, but her words abandoned Erika at that moment, leaving the woman to utter a series of panting gasps before tilting her head back and taking a long, deep breath. For what seemed like forever, Erika held her breath, her body shaking as she tried to contain herself a moment longer, savouring the moment until at last she simply couldn't take it any more. With an exclamation that made both Miranda and Samantha suppress giggles of amusement Erika dropped her head forward, her eyes held tightly shut as she gasped for breath, the woman slowly sliding back down overtop of Miranda. Burying her face in the bed sheets between Miranda's thighs, Erika clung helplessly to the girl's legs, hugging them as her body continued to convulse for several moments as she rode out the sensation. When it at last began to fade, Erika was surprised to find herself unusually mentally and physically exhausted despite the grin she felt etched upon her face. Shaking her head slowly, the woman did her best to compose herself, regaining some semblance of control before lifting her face from its most undignified position. "I'm sorry to ask this," the woman said softly between deep breaths, "But would it alright if someone rolled me over? I... I can't seem to find the strength to move, and I'd hate to squish poor Miri." With a laugh Miranda simply pushed to one side, only needing a bit of help from Samantha before she found herself atop of Erika. Continuing her motion, the courier quickly rolled off the woman and somehow found the strength to pull herself into a sitting position. "You okay?" the girl inquired with a sheepish grin, brushing back her bangs as she looked down at Erika, finding Erika's rather helpless look with her limbs splayed out in all directions and her short dark hair badly dishevelled somehow still quite appealing. "I'm frightfully dehydrated, but I should be okay," assured Erika with a small, embarrassed smile, lifting her hand slowly to wipe the sweat from her brow as Samantha and Miranda came up on either side of her, holding the woman close, keeping her warm as perspiration cooled Erika's skin. "The tea'll be brewed soon, dear," assured Samantha with a quiet chuckle, affectionately brushing Erika's bangs back from her face before kissing the woman softly, "but I think you might want to rest a bit first. You both look like you could use it." Miranda, her head resting upon Erika's shoulder frowned thoughtfully at the comment. "Actually," she pondered, glancing up at Samantha, surprised by the way she felt after everything that had transpired, "I feel kinda hyper. Dehydrated and suddenly famished, but not... Tired. I'm guess I'm just a bit odd." "I prefer 'unique', Erika replied, glancing over with just her eyes, her smile as full of fondness as her tone, "But tell us. Other than that, how do you feel? About everything." Miranda remained silent for a moment, turning over her thoughts in her mind, examining the deeply satisfied feeling she felt despite the questions that still floating amongst her many thoughts. "I liked it," the girl replied thoughtfully, her tone sincere if not a little distant, "It was a lot of fun. I just hope everything's okay between you two after this... I'd hate to cause any problems..." "No, no, Miri, don't worry about that," assured Erika sincerely though cryptically, reaching over to run her fingers over the courier's hair reassuringly, "Life is never as simple as it seems on the outside." The courier nodded slowly, considering the woman's words for a moment, glancing up as she almost felt Samantha smiling at her. "Just accept that this Gym is quite often a world in of itself," she replied, almost copying her mentor's tone despite her accent and usually far more bemused manner of speaking, "Just know that you've done nothing to jeopardize what Erika and myself have, and know that whatever relationship decisions you make after leaving here should be yours, and yours alone. We want to help you, Miranda, but not influence you too much." Miranda closed her eyes, sighing as she nodded in understanding. "You're saying that what's paradise for one person, isn't necessarily that for another," the girl concluded, her brow furrowing thoughtfully, "that though some might find your relationship a bit odd, it works for you. Although to be honest, it's not the sort of thing that'd work for me... I think- No, I know, I need just one someone, completely to myself... Assuming I'm ever in a relationship again..." "You will, Miranda Lilcamp," promised Erika almost sadly, "Trust me, you will...
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