"Fufufufu… Oh, dear, I didn't think you were so bold," she murmured, her voice a warm, conspiratorial thread. "But if doing this lifts your spirits… I'll gladly do it."
And before Mara could process it or apologize, Alice closed the distance again. This time it wasn't an accident. It was a deliberate kiss—slow at first, then surer, passionate in its surrender.
And then, there, with the taste of roses and comfort lingering on her lips, Mara could no longer hold herself back.
Alice gently pulled her lips away from Mara's, leaving barely a few centimeters between them—just enough for their breaths to mingle in the warm, perfumed air of the room.
Her fingers still rested on the girl's cheek, caressing her with a slowness that felt like she wanted to memorize every freckle.
"You don't have to rush, sweetheart," Alice whispered, her voice like a lullaby wrapping around the space.
"We're alone… and we have all night, if you want."
Mara felt something inside her chest completely melt.
That word—sweetheart—spoken with such infinite tenderness, reached deeper than any touch had so far.
Without saying anything more, because the words tangled in her throat like a sweet knot, Mara leaned in again and sought her lips once more.
This time, the kiss was deeper, more deliberate.
She was the one who took the initiative, the one who explored with her tongue, who set the slow but steady rhythm.
Alice received it with a soft sigh, opening herself to her, letting herself be guided.
Mara's hands slid timidly at first along Alice's back, over the fabric of her robe.
But soon she gained confidence: she gently tugged at the tie holding it closed, loosened it with fingers trembling with emotion, and let the garment slowly fall open, revealing the warm, soft skin beneath.
"May I…?" Mara asked quietly, brushing the edge of the robe with her fingertips.
"Yes, darling," Alice replied with a tender smile, lifting her arms slightly to make it easier for her.
"Do whatever you want… I'm here for you."
Mara swallowed and, with slow movements, slid the robe off Alice's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of fabric.
The older woman's body was revealed to her: generous curves, pale skin dotted with small marks of life, full breasts rising and falling with each calm breath.
She's so beautiful… I want to make her feel everything she makes me feel.
Mara gently guided her down onto the bed, carefully reversing their roles.
Alice let herself be moved, settling onto the sheets with a serene smile, arms open in a silent invitation.
Mara lay beside her, propped on one elbow, and began kissing her forehead, her eyelids covered by the blindfold, the tip of her nose, her flushed cheeks.
"Don't cry anymore, my darling," Alice had said earlier.
Now it was Mara who repeated the gesture, kissing the imagined trail of past tears.
She moved down to her neck, placing soft, slow kisses, as if she wanted to heal every invisible wound with her lips.
Alice let out a deep sigh, relaxing completely beneath the girl's affection. Her hands rested still at her sides, not taking control—just enjoying.
Mara continued downward, kissing the hollow between her collarbones, pausing at each heartbeat she felt beneath the skin.
Her hands explored tenderly: Alice's generous breasts, caressing them with open palms, brushing her thumbs over the nipples until they hardened and the older woman let out a soft, almost inaudible moan.
"Is this okay?" Mara asked against her skin, lifting her gaze even though Alice couldn't see her.
"Perfect, sweetheart…" Alice murmured, her voice husky with restrained pleasure. "Keep going… I love the way you touch me."
Encouraged by those words, Mara went lower.
She kissed her soft belly, her ribs, her navel. Her hands slid along her sides, over her thick, warm thighs, gently parting them.
Alice obeyed without resistance, opening herself to her completely, trusting her fully.
Mara settled between her legs, her heart pounding in her chest. She lowered her head slowly and placed a first soft kiss on the inside of her thigh, then another higher up, drawing closer to the warm, damp center already glistening with anticipation.
"May I…?" she asked again, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Yes, my girl," Alice replied, one hand slowly coming down to stroke Mara's orange hair.
"Take your time… enjoy it."
Mara obeyed. Her tongue emerged shyly at first, barely brushing the soft folds, tasting Alice's sweet, slightly salty flavor.
The older woman let out a long sigh, her hips moving just slightly toward her in a silent invitation.
Little by little, Mara gained confidence and began to lick more decisively, exploring every fold, every contour, finding the hardened clitoris and circling it with slow, gentle motions of her tongue.
Alice moaned softly, the sounds like music to Mara's ears—quiet, contained, filled with calm pleasure.
"You're so good…" Alice murmured, her fingers tenderly threading into the girl's hair. "So intense… don't stop, sweetheart," the blindfolded woman moaned.
Mara carefully slid her tongue deeper, tasting her more fully, while one hand rose to caress a breast, gently pinching the nipple.
Her other hand slipped beneath her own clothes, touching herself at the same slow rhythm, sharing the pleasure.
Alice trembled lightly—not with urgency, but with complete surrender, with trusting abandon.
Mara slightly quickened the rhythm of her tongue, focusing on what made the older woman react the most: firm circles around the clitoris, long licks from bottom to top, gentle suction.
"Yes… just like that, my little one…" Alice whispered, her voice breaking into a louder moan. "You're going to make me… ah—"
The orgasm came slowly, like a warm wave rolling through Alice's body from her belly to her limbs.
She tensed softly, her hips lifting toward Mara's mouth, then relaxed completely, trembling with small aftershocks that the girl accompanied with ever-gentler licks, drawing the pleasure out to the very end.
When Alice lay still, breathing deep and satisfied, Mara slowly climbed back up, placing kisses on her belly, her breasts, her neck, until she reached her lips again.
Alice welcomed her with a long, deep kiss, tasting herself on the girl's mouth.
"Thank you, sweetheart," Alice murmured against her lips, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her against her generous chest. "You were so careful… so loving," the older woman whispered.
Mara curled up against her, her head resting on the warm chest, listening to the heartbeat gradually return to calm.
"Sleep, my girl," Alice said, kissing the crown of her head again and again, stroking her back in slow circles. "Tomorrow we'll continue… but tonight, just rest. I'll watch over you."
Those were the last words Mara heard from Alice.
Mara closed her eyes, feeling—perhaps for the first time in two entire lives—truly at home.
Alice's rose-scent wrapped around her, her warmth protected her, and the steady heartbeat beneath her cheek felt like the perfect lullaby.
Thank you… thank you for letting me take care of you too, Mara thought, before sleep claimed her completely.
And in the quiet of the room, with moonlight filtering through the window, Alice continued to stroke her orange hair with infinite tenderness, smiling in the darkness even though no one could see her.
Because at last, after so long, she too felt a little less alone.