Maria opens her eyes and smiles languidly.

"I--" Dee caught Maria's gaze on her face and moved to pull her hand from beneath the covers.

Maria caught her hand and kept it in place.

"Please don't stop now, Dee," Maria pleaded, and the finger began to move again, slicking back and forth in the greasy crease. Maria let out a long drawn out sigh.

"You don't mind?" Dee's face was closer to Maria's now. Her breath smelt sweet and inviting, like she'd been into Maria's sweets again.

"Mind, honey?" Maria breathed, her back undulating to the strokes of Dee's finger.

"I wish I'd known sooner," Dee muttered, grinning, digging two fingers into Maria's moist gash. She closed the space between them and tentatively kissed Maria full on the mouth.

Maria kissed back with viguor, slipping her tongue into Dee's mouth, where it was met by the smallest, sweetest tongue Maria had ever kissed.