Octavia Philarmonica woke up to the sound of her girlfriend shifting in her arms with a snort, her arms tugged around the cellist's waist, gripping her ass tightly, as if it were the greatest treasure. The usual scents came later: the Colombian coffee, the petrol, the freshly-baked biscuits. The  raven-haired woman smiled, tugging in a very sleepy and mumbling Vinyl. She is so cute, Octavia thought with a smile, rubbing the DJ's back gently, with sheer warmth pouring out from her very heart.

Vinyl yawned into her chest, muttering something sleepily. Octavia shifted away from the beautiful woman just a little to hear out her sleepy monologue. "Your boob is touching my cheek," Vinyl grumbled, her eyes still closed, her cheek, indeed, resting peacefully inside the cellist's bra. Not so shy when you're sleepy, are you, Vinyl? Octavia smirked, purring quietly, "Yes. Yes, it is."

Vinyl's eyes opened slowly, her awakening pleasant and strangely soft, even warm... The spinner's gaze lingered on the flat breasts of the woman next to her. "Oh." Then, a realisation dawned upon her. "Oh oh oh!" The DJ withdrew her head a little, blushing fiercely, trying to avert her eyes from the stunning display before her.

Octavia laughed a soft, chimy laugh, pressing Vinyl back to her, showing her that it was all right. Is it? Vinyl mused, obeying her girlfriend (Girlfriend! Tee-hee!) and returning her nose to the little canyon between Octavia's breasts, breathing in the scent of her cellist in calm delight, her embarrassment's fading in the wake of Octavia's silent assurance. The cellist smirked, kissing Vinyl's forehead lovingly. "Your hands are touching my ass, so I say we're quits."

Vinyl eeped and rolled off of the bed with a loud thud, prompting Octavia to both giggle at the sheer cuteness of the happening, and immediately frown in concern as the cellist sat up in bed, looking over to the floor to make sure her girlfriend was all right. Vinyl waved her hands in the air, lying on the floor like a log. "Sorry! I'm sorry! I did that-"

"I'm glad you did that," Octavia interrupted her, getting up and offering a helping hand to the spinner, who accepted it gladly, if a little bashfully. "Vinyl, it's perfectly all right," the cellist assured the blushing woman, patting the bed next to her. Vinyl said down, looking away, but Octavia grabbed her chin gently and turned Vinyl's head to meet her gaze. "Vinyl. We are dating now. It allows certain... things. Like, it's perfectly all right - and, frankly, quite pleasant - to touch each other's... more private areas."

"I understand," Vinyl replied immediately, not wanting her girlfriend to think she was some child needing a lecture. "It's just that I'm so easily embarrassed by such things and-"

Octavia silenced the cute girl with a thoughtful, lingering kiss, making sure that her tongue did not enter the spinner's mouth at once, instead slowing to a crawl as she tried to explore every nook of her DJ's mouth, savour the feeling. Endorphins commanded Vinyl's head as she felt the cellist's organ in her mouth and met it with hers with some hesitance. Suddenly, her mind exploded as Octavia grabbed one of her breasts, right through the T-shirt, and began caressing it, squeezing it just like she liked it to be squeezed. Feeling Vinyl moan into her mouth in evident pleasure, Octavia pressed her weight against the DJ's, gradually laying the woman onto the bed, pinning her to the soft mattress. Come on, fuck the girl silly, devil Octavia suggested, licking her lips at the cowering angel on Vinyl's shoulder. You know you want it. You know she wants it. The little devil on Vinyl's shoulder nodded eagerly, evidently pleased with the suggestion. However, angel Octavia reminded the cellist sternly that Vinyl had said herself that she was not ready for sex yet.

With a mental sigh of acceptance, Octavia withdrew from the spinner's form slowly, smiling warmly at the spinner, whose cheeks were a delightful pink, sparkles of lust and fear of lust shining up in the reddish eyes. "See? Not so hard, right?" Octavia winked. "Your tongue-play was amazing. I wonder what that little skilful tongue of yours can do, hmm?" the cellist purred, leaning in to place a peck on Vinyl's lips.

Vinyl had just opened her mouth to protest, and was deeply surprised to feel her cellist's lips against hers once more, her tongue slipping in, pushing through the woman's lips instinctively. Wow, it knows better, Vinyl assumed, the first kiss calming her down somewhat, making the general idea of kissing Octavia less embarrassing. How can something so good feel embarrassing, after all? Vinyl's reasonable self reflected; and, with disturbingly unisoned nods, angel Vinyl and devil Vinyl agreed with the idea.

As Octavia withdrew, a little surprised at the spinner's boldness, all be it occasional, and glanced over her girlfriend appreciatively. "Hmm, I guess that answers the question."

Vinyl sat up in bed a little, propping her head on an elbow, with a tiny smile, her heart beating fast both in the wake of the kiss and of what she was going to say. Becoming less shy around Octavia, the woman reminded herself. Just a little. A little bit. She deserves it. "Well, my little skilful tongue-" Vinyl began with a sensual smile that faded as soon as her stomach grumbled in an act of sabotage and betrayal, and her cheeks once more covered with a tint of blush. "-wants to have breakfast," the DJ finished lamely, prompting Octavia to burst into giggles and grab the spinner in her arms once again, cradling her with a sense of happy tranquillity, her girlfriend by her side, her life taking a brighter, calmer turn.

"Do you think we should work on the song today or just cuddle the day through?" Octavia asked, incredibly happy that Vinyl had decided to clasp her hands around her back as well, thus making the two women lie entwined in a tight, passionate embrace. "I vote for cuddle."

Vinyl laughed softly, closing her eyes, her body relaxing in Octavia's embrace, her heart slowing down to a steady normal rate, her breathing calm and gentle. "I dunno. I'd like to cuddle too. Uh." Vinyl shifted her legs uncomfortably, trying to free herself from Octavia's grasp. "Octavia, could you let me go, please?"

"Something wrong, dear?" Octavia wondered in concern, her arms unclasping behind Vinyl's back, worry evident in her voice. Did I do something wrong? the cellist wondered to herself. Am I going too fast?

Vinyl blushed fiercely, working her lips before she could let out in barely a whisper, "I just really really have to pee." God, that's so embarrassing...

Octavia smirked, wiggling her brow. "Well, if you're into that kind of stuff~" she cooed, nodding in a mockingly-understanding manner.

"Octavia!" Vinyl flushed crimson and rolled off the bed, much to the cellist's laughter. "I- I'm not like that!"

"Oh?" Octavia raised her brow, suddenly hitting her forehead with her hand in an exaggeration motion. "Of course! You're into latex. Sorry, I forgot." Huehuehue.

Blushing fiercely, accompanied by the cellist's laughter, Vinyl retreated to the bathroom.

"I don't like this game."

Vinyl frowned, holding the dice on her palm, observing the two cubes sternly, as if they were responsible for her losing streak. "Backgammon sucks," she concluded, placing the dice on the kitchen table with a pout. "Why can't I win?"

She's so cute when she's disappointed like that. Octavia smiled, resisting an urge to d'aww and kiss Vinyl immediately. Actually... The cellist leant in over the table and kissed Vinyl on the lips gently, no tongue action, just a tender, loving gesture. The spinner exhaled in relief and serenity, smiling at her girlfriend's wonderful gesture.

"That's because you're too sexy for the game," Octavia assured the spinner with an exaggerated wink, taking sheer delight in Vinyl's rosy, heated cheeks. With that, the raven-haired woman leant towards the DJ, planting a soft peck on her cheek.

"Th-thank you," Vinyl eeped, immediately cursing herself for the unnecessary remark. She sighed, propping her head on her elbows, gazing at Octavia dreamily. "You know, I'm so glad we decided to do this." So glad.

Octavia smirked, waving her hand about the table that held semi-eaten sandwiches, quickly-cut ham salad, and their now-empty mugs - save for the backgammon, of course. "You mean the breakfast?" Hehe.

Vinyl smiled, surprisingly not blushing. "I mean the dating. You know, I... I'm really glad we, well, um..." Aaaand cue in embarrassment. "I mean, I really really like you and..." Vinyl took a deep breath, and, gathering all of her courage, brought her lips against Octavia's, opening her mouth slightly as she let the surprised cellist's tongue in. The moist organ trembled with lust as Octavia moaned against her spinner, her deep voice resonated in Vinyl's very throat, piercing it with orgasmic vibrations.

Vinyl broke the kiss clumsily, looking away, her eyes fixed on the oven, its door screeching slightly as it tried to open, the metal lopsided and worn-out; and yet, pristine, not rusty in the slightest. "I could just stay like that, with you, forever," Vinyl confessed, a warm, teary feeling gathering up in her chest, welling in her very throat. A feeling of sheer gratitude. A feeling of happiness. Acceptance. Love? "Just kissing and cuddling and playing games..." Vinyl carried on dreamily, staring off in the distance, her eyes veiled by calm joy.

Octavia smiled, watching her girlfriend muster up some courage and actually talk about their newfound relationship. And she kissed me all on her own~ The cellist closed her eyes, pondering over Vinyl's words: yes, she would definitely like to spend the day by her spinner's side, kissing  those tender lips, hugging that lovely body of hers, those boobs... Oh, and we'll play some games, Vinyl. The first one's called 'Lick My Pussy'. It's an exciting game. You'll enjoy it. "Don't you want to work on the song instead?" the cellist mocked with an exaggerated wink that sent Vinyl into a fit of a giggles - a fit that Octavia found impossibly cute to observe.

"I'd rather stay at your place and watch a sappy film," Vinyl replied with a tiny smile, her eyes travelling to the floor immediately, focusing on her bare toes. "Um, I'd also appreciate it if you could lend me a pair of socks." Where did I even put mine? the DJ mused, shifting on her seat, her pants-enclosed posterior rather sore from sitting in one place with no movement. She could say that both her heart and ass ached to cuddle up with Octavia in bed - or on the couch.

Octavia chuckled lightly, brushing Vinyl's chin with her index finger, sending shivers down Vinyl's spine. "Of course. I also have a nice woollen plaid that we can cover ourselves with, shut the blinds, turn off the light and watch the whole Star Wars." The cellist nodded resolutely. "In the correct order."

Vinyl gasped a little, pointing her finger at her cellist. "Don't tell me-! You're a Star Wars fan too?" I can't believe it!

Octavia crossed her arms, striking a proud pose. "I own the whole collection of books." Also the more... sensual fiction, she added mentally, getting up and taking Vinyl's mug, as well as hers, to the sink. Vinyl observed with approval that her cellist had a similar outlook on washing the dishes, even though she had a different outlook on the wider canon of Star Wars. Psh. Books. "Shall we?" Octavia smiled at her DJ. "I'll take the plaid."

"Um, there's an issue," Vinyl said quietly, with a tiniest blush. Nothing wrong with that. Many people are like that. "I'm allergic to wool." Though, I'd so want to cuddle up with Octavia... "Maybe we could take a blanket instead?" she suggested with a hopeful expression.

Octavia did not even ponder before coming up to the spinner and brushing her lips against the woman's cheek hotly. "Of course, dear. Also, you won't get cold~" she cooed, nibbling on Vinyl's (now visibly red) ear sensually. "I'll be there to keep you warm."

"Yes." Vinyl smiled through the blush, through the embarrassment, through the shyness. "I'd like that. Very much."

The bari on Moanin' had always been one of the sweetest things Vinyl had ever heard, smooth like honey, abrupt as a cliffedge, rough as making love to a big black woman from a ghetto, addictive like heroin, soothing her ears like a finest ointment; and yet, at the moment she cursed the unwelcome bari as it interrupted her private time with Octavia that she was enjoying so much. Shifting uncomfortably, not wanting to break the little abode the two women had built on the couch under the blanket, she picked up her phone without freeing herself from Octavia's embrace. The cellist had merely paused the film and was smiling at her spinner. She's so cute like that. She's so cute all the time. It's so nice just lying next to her, hugging her, kissing her... The cellist closed her eyes in delight. But it could be so much better, right? devil Octavia whispered from her shoulder. You could be ravaging her little cunt right now if you were a little bolder, hmm? Octavia told the little devil to go fuck herself. To her relief, she seemed to have obeyed, and, quite possibly, without reluctance.

"Nini?" Vinyl spoke into the receiver, her voice dripping warmth, all disappointment vanishing as she talked to her brother.

"Hi, Vinyl. How're you doing?" Neon's voice reached her ears, chill but concerned. "How was the non-date?"

Vinyl cast a tender glance at her cellist. "The date was amazing, Nini." Octavia raised her brow at the spinner's sudden boldness. She's... changing. Evolving. Can't say I don't like it. "We went to the pictures and the karaoke and bought a lot of wonderful stuff!" Vinyl chirped, eager to share the biggest chunk of news with Neon. "I also... spent the night at Octavia's place." Octavia's mouth fell slightly open. Now that's... Wait. 'Nini' must be Neon. The cellist exhaled in relief and understanding. Sharing such info with her brother was, of course, no reason for embarrassment.

"Like..." Neon paused for a moment, only his breath bursting through the speaker. "Like a sleepover?"

"Uh, not really." Vinyl grinned against the phone, her heart beating in happiness. "Thing is... Octavia and I are dating now!" Octavia froze a little, images of Neon ripping her apart very vivid before her eyes. I just hope he'll be understanding... 'Cause Vinyl likes me and I like her and... And if I try to have sex with her, he'll probably kill me with my own dildo. The cellist sighed deeply.

"Oh." Neon fell silent, prompting Vinyl to raise her brow.

"Oh?" Vinyl reiterated, expecting a more elaborate answer. Come on, Nini, aren't you going to congratulate me? she thought with a hint of bitter disappointment.

"I'm just... Hmm. Interesting." Neon seemed to be considering something. "I thought about dropping by tonight..."

"I'm spending the night with Octavia," Vinyl said with more defiance than she'd expected in her tone, disappointed by the lack of emotion in her brother's voice. The DJ propped herself up a little, laying her head onto Octavia's shoulder, to which the cellist purred appreciatively.

"Oh. Okay then." Neon hung up abruptly, leaving a touch of sadness and irritation welling up in Vinyl's chest, the kind of irritation that comes when you can't do anything about the situation - and not that you want to, but... But it could all be different. Vinyl sighed, burying her nose into Octavia's armpit. "Neon can be such an ass sometimes."

Octavia winced. Ouch. Brother-sister relations. Should I?.. Devil Octavia shook her head fiercely, prompting the raven-haired woman to take a glance at her girlfriend and say, "Vinyl, I'm sure he means good. He's your brother, after all." Damn, I shouldn't have messed in- Devil Octavia rubbed her hands gleefully, wearing a black shirt reading, Reverse Psychology FTW

Why do you like me, Octavia? Vinyl wanted to enquire suddenly, but stopped that thought. Later. For now, she was just too content lying in her cellist's embrace, cuddling, kissing, laughing, sharing inside jokes about the films. It was too perfect of an idyllic bliss to ruin it with an uneasy discussion.

"Let's just watch the film, Octavia." Vinyl smiled and snuggled closer to the cellist, who embraced here with renewed vigour. "Let's just watch the film." Next Chapter: 2. An Evening for Two Estimated time remaining: 4 Hours, 29 Minutes