The food was delicious, the wine was sweet, and both made for a truly excellent meal. However, the true star of the evening was Amy’s laughter and the way her eyes lit up behind her glasses. Or the flush to her cheeks, which may have been partially thanks to the drink. Just enough to make her smile wider and laughter flow easier, and for her hand to reach out across the table until it found Violet’s. And even if she couldn’t feel the warmth, Violet could see it in her love’s stare and the way her thumb stroked over the black leather glove. A color that better matched her dress.

The two paid not long after they finished, as if there was some unspoken agreement that they needed to get going as soon as possible. They even left the restaurant hand in hand until they made it out onto the street, where Amy wordlessly switched to wrapping herself around Violet’s arm while they walked home.

“So, dear, what are we going to do the rest of the night?” There was a note of playfulness to Amy’s voice, and Violet noticed she moved just a bit closer following the question.

“I have that planned out as well,” Violet reassured her as they made their way down the street. The sun was starting to set now, and although they couldn’t see it, it cast a beautiful orange glow over the sky.

“Keeping it a surprise?”

Well, surprises were good, but considering the last time she spoke about…that out in public, Violet was hesitant to bring it up again. “It is a surprise; however, it also may not be appropriate to say out here.”

That caused Amy to blink a few times, and her cheeks to flush a deep red. “Oh,” was all she managed to squeak out before averting her gaze. At least, Violet thought so because it could also be a trick of the light.

Both women remained silent the rest of the walk with nothing but the din of a city settling down for the night and the sound of their heels to serenade them. It was hard to tell what Amy was thinking in their quiet, and Violet wondered if her thoughts mirrored her own. But she supposed they would find out soon enough.

Amy only offered a nod of thanks when Violet held the door open to their building, and the two continued wordlessly up the stairs until they made it back into the apartment. Again, Violet let Amy go first, but she only went a few steps before stopping and turning back around.

“Thank you for dinner,” she said earnestly, with a smile that was genuine and sweet.

Violet nodded, but even she could see there was more that Amy wanted to say. Was it because Violet said she had a plan for the night? Was it expectation that stilled her tongue? Or was this simply the all-too-familiar scene that played out often in times like this? Well, it was now or never, right? So, Violet cleared her throat, ensured the door was shut and locked, and met Amy’s eyes. “I want to take you to bed,” she ultimately said after a moment’s hesitation.

At first, Amy simply blinked in disbelief. Oh, was that the wrong thing to say? Should she have been more direct? However, before she could explain further, a small smile spread over Amy’s lips, and she had to bring up a hand to stifle some laughter.

“You do?”

“Of course, I do!” Violet said before taking a step forward, a little more conviction in her voice.

“Oh, well… you’d better after starting the evening off so nicely!” Amy said before looking away for a moment. “I want it to end nicely, too.”

Alright, so she was thinking the same thing! And not that Violet knew that, it was easier to take another step forward and lower her head until their lips met. The first kiss was something tender as it usually was, but they quickly grew in intensity as Amy closed the distance between their bodies and…put her hands on Violet’s shoulders? Why?

Her answer came when a quick shove pushed her backward until she met the door with a thud. The impact had a little gasp escaping Violet’s lips, and her hands hastily reached around to the small of Amy’s back to pull her closer until their bodies came together fully. After a few moments of frantic kissing, Violet spun Amy and pressed her against the door before switching to her neck. She always made the most delicious noises when she was kissed there, and the symphony of heavy breaths and little moans made Violet’s heart beat faster and faster. Who knew a simple admission could lead to something so fervent?

But Violet only attended her for so long before pulling back and meeting her eyes. Eyes that were half-lidded at this point. Her hands tightened around the fabric of the dress, and she felt a shudder run through Amy’s body at the possessiveness of the touch. This time, Violet backed up of her own will, pulling Amy toward the bedroom and the night that awaited them.

However, that appeared to be too difficult a prospect, and Amy closed the gap once more, claiming Violet’s lips even as they walked. Well, tried to. It was more of an awkward shuffle since Amy seemed unwilling to let their bodies part. Not that Violet was really complaining. There weren’t exactly a lot of layers between either of them, and she’d rather it be zero sooner rather than later.

In the end, they only made it halfway across the living room before Violet stopped them by the couch and broke their kiss. “You’re very impatient tonight.”

“Can you blame me?” Amy said between deep breaths. “It’s that dress…” Her eyes dropped over Violet’s body at the comment before she reached up, fingers seeking out the neckline to lightly trace along her skin.

At which point, Violet playfully slapped her hand away. “Manners, Miss Bartlett,” she said with an amused little smirk that more than reached her eyes.

However, Amy’s eyes went wide for a moment, and Violet could’ve sworn she actually shuddered at the use of the name. “Miss…Bartlett,” she repeated. “Much better than ‘Miss York,’ don’t you think?”

It was much better, wasn’t it? Still not quite right, but Violet had to figure these kinds of things out first. Then it would be time for her more complicated desires. “I do,” she confirmed before taking a step backward. “But it seems Miss Bartlett could use some lessons, as well?”

“She could, Miss Evergarden.”

Miss Evergarden? That was a new one. Amy hadn’t even called her that back when they were at school. She’d referred to all her teachers and other authority figures that way, but never Violet. In fact, she’d rushed to first names as soon as they landed on friendly terms.

Amy tried to take a step forward to close the distance again, but Violet reached out with her hand and placed a single finger to her sternum, stopping her in her tracks. “Very well. Then you have to listen, understand?”

She looked as though she wanted to protest, but Amy managed to gather some patience and slowly nodded in answer. “I understand.”

“…Miss Evergarden.” The correction brought out a surge of something new. Arousal, maybe? But more intense, more…adventurous? It certainly flooded her lower abdomen with warmth. Whatever it was, Violet found she enjoyed it. Amy, too, judging by the look in her eyes.

“Miss Evergarden,” Amy said in a shaky voice. Less from nerves, if Violet had to guess. No, there was a sensual undertone that only further confirmed her willingness. “So, what is my first lesson?”

“Posture,” Violet said before coming back close and shifting that finger to Amy’s shoulder. Whereupon she pushed back firmly. The other came up between her shoulder blades as Violet went to the side, and then traced slowly down the curve of Amy’s spine to ensure she was standing straight. When she was satisfied, a finger shifted once more, moving under Amy’s chin to lift it slightly and complete the picture.

As a reward, Violet stepped in from the side and dropped her voice low, lips only an inch from Amy’s ear. “Excellent, Miss Bartlett.” More kisses followed to her throat, and she could tell Amy wanted nothing more than to turn her head and capture her lips. But Violet held firm. At least this part came somewhat naturally to her. “Can I trust you to stay facing forward?”

Amy swallowed before she answered, but ultimately let out a breathy “yes.”

“Good.” With her agreement, Violet fully stepped behind Amy before reaching up and undoing the top button of the burgundy dress. She paused then and only continued once it became evident that Amy was behaving herself.

Button after button came loose, revealing more and more of Amy’s pale back. And despite her desire to do so, Violet didn’t rush. Well, she would’ve had trouble rushing, honestly. Her hands shouldn’t be able to tremble as they weren’t flesh and blood, but she had difficulty controlling them regardless. Thankfully, that could be explained away by a desire to tease, right? Violet had read as much in her books. The slow, sensual reveal that only built anticipation higher between both people.

She leaned into that scenario too, literally, and placed little kisses every few inches on the newly revealed skin. It felt hot beneath her lips, and each one drew out a stifled groan or obvious fidget that Amy tried to hide. When the last button was finally dealt with, she reached up and slowly parted the dress over Amy’s shoulders until it fell of its own accord, pooling at her feet. Whereupon Violet just stared. So much was at her fingertips, if only she could feel it. She wanted so badly to explore her love, to feel every dip and curve of it with her fingertips.

As it were, she could only feel the warmth of her skin and the goose bumps where she pressed her mouth. At least until she put it other places. Places that made Amy fill their room with her ecstasy, but they didn’t have to worry about that tonight. She could be as loud as she wanted.

Violet continued to take her time as she came back around to Amy’s front. And even if she couldn’t feel the skin beneath her fingers, Violet let them wander anywhere. Along her lower back, up and over her ribs, just under her breasts. Even down her stomach, which caused Amy to flinch, earning her a few disapproving tuts from Violet. So what if she was a little softer in places? Violet appreciated her body nonetheless.

Once her hand dropped away, Violet took in a breath and kept that placid look on her features. “Remove my dress, please.”

“Yes, Miss Evergarden,” Amy said before her hands nearly shot out to attack the ties of the dark blue dress from the front. However, Violet reached out and intercepted them instead, causing Amy’s face to shift to one of confusion.

“But you–”

“With some poise, Miss Bartlett.”

Amy swallowed hard at the correction and took a deep breath before nodding. This time, when Violet released her hands, Amy took a slow step out of her dress and then to the side before going out of view.

Violet felt her hands working the dress a moment later, and she almost laughed at the way Amy was struggling. Not because her arms had been replaced by prosthetics, mind you. But because she was so excited. So nervous. Just like Violet had been.

It didn’t take long for her dress to similarly drop to he floor, followed by a gasp that escaped Amy’s lips. “Oh my,” she said, no doubt fighting the urge to reach out and touch Violet’s body. Her bare body because she hadn’t worn anything underneath. What had Cattleya said? Add in little surprises? Well, this one clearly worked. 

Before Amy’s willpower broke, Violet turned and regarded the panties Amy still wore. Though she may as well be wearing nothing for all they did. The lace designs were intricate but left very little to the imagination. And while they only added to the overall appeal of her love, Violet wanted them where they belonged: on the floor next to Amy’s dress. But ladies had poise, right? They had patience, and Violet would be a perfect example. Oh, and they didn’t ogle!

“It’s rude to stare, Miss Bartlett,” Violet said before kicking her dress to the side. It still felt odd to be completely nude in front of Amy, and she would be lying if she didn’t feel some relief when Amy brought her eyes up to stare into hers. It was for the game, of course, but it still helped Violet relax. Which was ridiculous because she knew Amy loved every part of her, even the ones that were metal. “Very good,” Violet cooed before stepping in at her side and planting a kiss on her shoulder. “Shall I get a book to balance on top of your head?”

“No way!” A look of disgust accompanied the outburst, and this time, Violet couldn’t help the soft laughter that escaped.

“Well, why don’t you sit on the couch instead?”

“Yes, Miss Evergarden.”

More laughter almost followed at how quickly Amy moved around the couch, especially when she bumped the coffee table and shoved it more to the middle out of frustration. However, it was a momentary hiccup, and she soon sat on the edge of the cushion appropriately positioned like a lady should. Hmm, perhaps Violet should’ve used these techniques for her lessons back at school? Would Amy have listened earlier?

Well, now she definitely deserved something in return, and Violet sauntered after her, hips swaying as she went. When she arrived, she didn’t bother stopping and slowly straddled Amy where she sat, pushing her back. Her eyes went wide behind her glasses, but that only emboldened Violet further. She kept going until her hands were planted on either side of Amy’s head, gripping the back of the sofa as she stared deep into those amber eyes. Those beautiful amber eyes that belonged to a gorgeous woman.

Violet didn’t kiss her yet, though, only leaned forward and hovered with their lips barely a finger’s width apart. Amy’s breath came quicker, and Violet could feel the warm air washing over her lips. It was amazing, wasn’t it? What you could do to someone without even being fully intimate. Okay, she was sitting on Amy’s completely nude, but still, they weren’t even kissing again. Neither would they be just yet.

Instead, Violet brought her hand up, brushing her thumb over Amy’s lips and causing a wonderful little hitch in her breath. The thumb continued, tracing her jaw before the rest of her fingers picked up the delicate curve of her neck. A groan followed her exploration, and Amy sank against her seat. “I feel like I’m being studied…”

But she was, wasn’t she? Violet wanted to know everything that brought her pleasure, from the kisses on her neck to the kisses between her legs.

“Ladies pursue knowledge,” she countered. Violet said the words as her fingers traced over Amy’s collarbone and dropped into the valley of her cleavage. She was breathing so hard now her breasts were rising and falling enough that Violet had to chase the already stiffening nipples at their peak. A gloved finger circled the areola, delicately working the skin until it was fully erect.

Amy squirmed the whole time, her face now completely flushed with excitement. “Please,” she whimpered, voice shaky. “Please, Vi…Miss Ever–”

But the pinch to the nipple cut off her correction, causing a moan to fall from her lips instead. Deep and unabashed. Yes, it was a good thing Taylor wasn’t here tonight for so many reasons. “Fuck!” Amy exclaimed.

“Language, Miss Bartlett.”

Violet watched the flush from her face flow down her neck and bloom in her chest as she did the same to Amy’s other breast. Finally, when it seemed like she was going to overthrow her cruel teacher, Violet leaned in and captured her lips. This time, she immediately opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into Amy’s mouth. Who greedily accepted it, lavishing it with attention as her back arced off the sofa so Violet could palm her breast.

But Violet wanted more and pushed her to the side, laying her out on the couch. She didn’t even let the shock subside before she was on Amy again, chasing their kiss, but careful to only let their bodies touch. Her arms she moved to the side, keeping them away from Amy’s skin. At least until she wanted to continue her exploration.

Violet shifted one leg forward and pressed between Amy’s legs to help do so. She could feel Amy tense then, and her hips just barely rise from the cushions. But she quickly regained control and let that pent-up energy flow into her kissing. Which became more insistent and aggressive.

The movement had only been intended as a way to maintain leverage, but Amy’s reaction sparked Violet’s curiosity, as well as a few other emotions. So, Violet pressed forward, rubbing her thigh against that spot of growing arousal. So much from only some kissing and light touches. She felt Amy react again, and this time, a groan followed as if she were frustrated. Was she waiting for permission?

When they finally broke their kiss, Violet nodded in an unspoken answer at first, but brought a hand up to cup her cheek thereafter. “Don’t hold back, Miss Bartlett.”

You would’ve thought Violet had just given her license to breathe because Amy’s hands shot out a moment later to grab hold of her. One around her neck to pull her back down into their kiss and the other to her ass, trying to encourage Violet’s press at the apex of her legs. Which he happily obliged.

She kept her muscled thigh pressed tightly against Amy as her hips worked into a whirlwind, grinding on her skin until it was covered in her arousal. Moans steadily built in Amy’s throat until she could no longer take it, and she threw her head back into the pillow she lay atop as they escaped unabated. And with her neck so readily exposed, Violet didn’t hesitate to nip and suck at the soft skin once more.

“V-violet!” Amy gasped before both hands made their way to Violet’s ass to pull against. “Oh, yes! I’m going to…going to–”

Yes, Amy was loud, but Violet wouldn’t have it any other way. Not when her name pouring from Violet’s lips sounded so sweet. Her lips shifted then, coming up to Amy’s ear.

“Come.”

The single word was low and full with as much of a sensual tone that Violet could muster. Which, probably wasn’t much. However, it seemed to be enough for Amy, who answered Miss Evergarden’s command by unraveling completely as her orgasm slammed into her. Violet could’ve sworn the couch moved an inch or two from her bliss, and the whole sight was so amazing, she nearly finished herself. But not yet.

First, she simply beheld Amy where she lay panting and spent. It was so fascinating, wasn’t it? What you could do for another person with the right touches and words. The warmth of your body and the press of your lips. And no one deserved Violet’s affections more than Amy.