Authors - Ch 8 Casta Scribonia
#209 of Prequel
A fun time was had by all.
Some unknown time later Quill-Weave found herself sprawled over Casta's couch, her head on the floor, one foot over the armrest and the other buried in the cushions above her. She was breathing hard but at peace and, despite her incredibly unlikely position, oddly comfortable. She opened her eyes and looked towards Casta, bumping her snout on Casta's bare foot.
"So..." she began, then coughed to clear her throat. It was the first word she'd spoken in over an hour, though vocalizations of other types had been common enough during their playtime.
Casta lifted a pillow from off her own head and looked at Quill-Weave from under her armpit.
"Hmm?"
"So," she began again, "When does the great Crassius arrive?"
Casta inhaled deeply. Quill-Weave watched her back rise and fall. It was a lovely back, and none the less interesting for lack of a tail.
"He expected to arrive around nightfall."
Quill looked instinctively towards the window. Still plenty of daylight shone through.
"Good," she said, and closed her eyes again.
"I'll never walk again," Casta complained with a chuckle.
Quill smiled and let gravity do most of the work as she slithered herself over Casta's legs and back till her head lay beside her lover's.
"Oh that felt good! Like a snake crawling up my back."
"Not a sensation most humans would relish, I gather," Quill-Weave whispered in her ear.
Casta rolled over onto her back, but Quill-Weave maintained her position atop her friend.
"Lucky for you I'm not most humans," Casta smiled and began kissing Quill yet again.
Quill-Weave returned a kiss, then wrapped her arms, legs and tail around her friend and squeezed her with all the strength she had left.
"That is a fact," Quill-Weave admitted
"I can't breathe when you do that," Casta laughed, and Quill-Weave relaxed. "Are you a lizard or a constrictor?"
Quill pulled herself up by her hands and looked down at Casta.
"What?" Casta asked as she noticed the serious look on Quill-Weave's face.
"I am your lover, Casta Scribonia. I have been for years. Casta..."
Her friend looked up into her eyes, and she felt Casta stiffen a little underneath her. She had sensed that Quill-Weave had something important to say.
"I'd like to be more."
Casta's head turned ever so slightly. "More? As in..."
Quill-Weave shut her eyes for a moment before reopening.
"I love it when you do that," Casta said, breaking the mood for a moment. "Nictitating membranes are so cool!"
Quill-Weave realized she was doing this all wrong. This should be asked in a more dignified manner. Maybe on one knee or something. Not while laying naked atop your intended bride and squeezing your hips together with your tail.
"Sorry," she said, and let herself back down onto Casta's chest again. "Bad timing, I know."
She felt Casta's hands, now released, begin to trace the curve of her backbone.
"Oh Quilly." Casta whispered. "I just want to stay here forever. Fuck Curio. Let's just stay here. Right here."
Quill-Weave closed her eyes again and let her full weight go atop her lover, while releasing her tail.
Forever lasted roughly 15 minutes, but it was a very nice, lazy 15 minutes.
"I gotta piss," Casta announced finally.
"Well that'll break the mood!" Quill laughed, but rolled off of Casta.
She watched her friend climb to her feet and pad out of the room towards the bathroom. It was a nice view, even if her friend's back did bear the impression of the couch cushions slightly. Finally she got up too and began to straighten the room.
Casta returned and began to help.
"Oh shit, we really messed the place up didn't we?" she laughed.
Quill-Weave picked up a melon that had been somewhat squished at some point in the last hour or two.
"What the hell did we do with this?"
Casta looked at the object and began to giggle. "Oh. I forgot about that. Probably should throw it away. I do know where it's been."
Quill held it at arm's length as she marched the offending fruit into the kitchen and into the trash.
"Hey Casta," she called. "I'm going to go take a shower."
"Okay," her friend's voice called back. "I'll finish up here."
She crossed over to the bathroom and turned on the water. It was cool, running down from the rain barrel on the roof, but not terribly cold. She began to clean herself when the door opened.
"Casta!"
"What? After what we just did, surely you don't mind if I watch a little?"
She considered that. But it was one thing to roll around the floor in the heat of passion, but quite another to watch someone take a shower... wasn't it?
"I... guess..."
A few minutes passed and Quill realized she was all too conscious of her friend's eyes on her.
"Casta... it's kind of weird."
"Aw! It's fun!"
"Okay, but... do you mind?"
Casta stood up and sighed. "Alright. I'd let you watch me."
"Casta, you might be a little weird."
"And you're a stick-in-the-mud."
"I am not! I let you put melon juice all over me!"
Casta couldn't argue with that. "Well, I am bedding a lizard, after all. I guess that makes me a little weird."
Quill put her hands on her hips and donned a frown.
"What?" Casta said from the doorway.
Quill pointed. "Out!"
The door closed reluctantly as Casta's voice faded behind it. "Stick-in-the-mud."
Finally she could wash her intimate areas in privacy!
"Nice!" came a familiar voice, and she saw Casta with the door back open again as she brought her neck back up from between her legs.
"OUT!"
The door closed to laughter from outside it.
"You're so very FLEXIBLE!" it called back.
Quill couldn't help but laugh too, and continued washing. "That's why you bed a lizard!"