"You are a dark horse."

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As soon as their lips touch, Remi feels her nervousness begin to fade. The action clears her mind of all else apart from the moment. The feeling of Chanelle's lips on hers. Full, warm, soft. She places her hands on Chanelle's hips, squeezing them ever so slightly and causing the other to groan in amusement. 

Chanelle pulls back, just enough to see Remi open her eyes, her gaze peering back at her as if a whole new world was about to be discovered. Chanelle raises a hand and gently lets the pad of her thumb brush against her left cheek. “Is this new to you too?” She utters, biting down lightly on her lower lip in the process. The bittersweet memories of Jojo surface again in her mind. 

Remi frowns at the question. “You mean you have never either?” 

Chanelle laughs at the response. Her other hand is now cupping Remi's face. “I'm talking about you sweetheart.” Her eyes take in Remi's face as a whole, before they glance down to her exposed chest. Her forefinger makes a trail towards Remi's left breast. Fingertips lightly brush over Remi's nipple, causing it to stiffen in an instant and making her twinge between her legs. “Has a woman touched you this way before?” 

Remi pulls her lips into her mouth as she shakes her head. Afraid to let out even the silent exhale of pleasure she was feeling at the simplest of touches inflicted upon her.  Knowing she would come sooner rather than later, but that wouldn't be the end. She could come again and again. The idea alone took over her thoughts as she let her lips part and finally released the long breath she had been holding in. 

It's all Chanelle needs to see, before she begins to toy with the solitary nipple at her fingertips. The stiffened nipple gets more prominent by the second as Chanelle adjusts her straddle position over Remi's hips, just enough to allow Chanelle to dip her other hand into the warm water. Feeling for Remi's cliterous and applying the slightest of pressure with her middle finger. Chanelle smiles to herself at the wetness between Remi's legs. A different kind from the water surrounding them. The kind that confirmed that Remi wasn't lying. She was wanting this as much as she was. “You are a dark horse.” Chanelle coos as she begins to glide her two fingers against Remi's sensitivity, the motion easy to do against the self lubrication. She times it to perfection with the actions on her breast. 

Remi raises a hand out of the water, placing it around the back of the other female's neck, pulling Chanelle towards her. “Just kiss me.” She moans as she raises her head a little to meet Chanelle's lips. Chanelle gives the nipple in her grasp a squeeze as the fingers down below delve in deep. Searching for that spot deep inside as fingers begin to slowly move in, then retract, stroking the erogenous zone with a smooth glide and making Remi moan louder and louder.

Chanelle pulls away once again, sitting back up and looking down at the woman beneath her who already looked wrecked. “You come before me and I will be upset.” She smirks as she backs off completely, leaving Remi to feel a little denied. 

“What do you want?” She utters. Eager to please. She automatically reaches out to touch Chanelle's breast but a hand around her wrist stops the process. 

“Not here.” She utters as she releases the hand and stands up. Her naked wet and partially bubbled body towering over Remi, who had almost melted into the bath. She steps out of the bath. Grabbing a robe draped over a free standing rail. “I'll be waiting.“ she half turns her head as she talks over one shoulder, smiling only to herself. The mind game had begun. 

Remi stays speechless in the bathtub as she watches her leave, feeling confused at the sudden departure, but too aroused to ignore her need. She looks up at the ceilings at the realisation. Chanelle Matheson could never be played. She would never beg, or take a back seat. She made the rules. Her own rules. She made people want her, need her. Depend on her and now she has done it to Remi. And Remi and fallen, just like the rest..