Things got more heated.

Belle led Jinny over to the two-person sofa she had set up on an angle in the middle of the entrance room, facing the fire. Next to it was a bookshelf with quite a lot of books. Jinny herself didn't really do much reading, but she knew her girlfriend did quite often. Interestingly, she was also a swordsman. Contrary to what many believe at first-glance, Isabelle was a skilled longsword user with magic of her own. The two of them made quite a pair, both being athletic, beautiful women with some training in schools of magic, yet neither expected things would lead to where they did. Neither even realized what side they truly desired until they met.

They sat beside each other, leg-to-leg. Jinny felt her left slide against the other's, and it was smooth and soft. She couldn't help but gently lay a hand on one, and lovingly stroke her skin. "It's like silk," she said softly.

Belle warmed up more, and not just from the fire. "You're too sweet. It's not fair. You have great legs too, but also great everything else."

"So do you, you know..."

"This is so nice, Jin," Belle whispered as she brought herself closer.

She placed a hand softly against Jinny's cheek, and leaned her face in close. "How can a girl stay respectably composed around you, Jin? I'm trying." But then she pressed her lips against her lover's in a tender, passionate kiss once more. This time, however, it escalated. Their tongues begin to find their way out their mouths, and they gently touched as they continued--breaths quickening.

Jinny couldn't help but slide the hand already on Belle's leg up higher. It sneaked beneath the edges of the miniskirt, and up her tender thighs. She was rewarded with a shiver and a soft moan against her lips.

"Oh Jin," Belle murmured.

The tall girl's heart was racing. Not after a dozen times did she think she would cease being flustered by such a beauty whom she loved, but she only saw her body once. The memory of that night never left her mind. Though her eyes fluttered, she opened them enough to gaze over the woman beside her, and to the damp body covered only by a towel large enough to cover the bare minimum of her figure.

She couldn't hold back any longer. Her hand trailed down Jinny's cheek and then over her towel-covered bust. They're so round, soft, and firm. The freckles are so cute. I just want to...

"I-It's okay," muttered Jinny with a stutter to her voice. "I want to be all yours."

Isabelle's face was as hot as it could possibly be. The passion welled up inside her, and she took hold of the towel's top and tugged it off her body. Her large chest bounced free from coverage, as well as her curvy, toned body. Her red hair flowed down from her head to her shoulders, and her eyes staring into Belle's made her heart melt. She lunged forwards and planted her lips against Jinny's, and her tongue danced past her lips as she pushed the girl down against the sofa.

Jinny let out a surprised gasp of delight as she was pinned down, nude. The points of her breasts were perky and stiff.

She couldn't hold back either, and took hold of her partner's top to tug it up and over her head, showcasing a plain black bra around her average bosom. She moved her hands to Belle's hips and helped her wiggle out of her skirt as well, and kick off her shoes. All the while, at least in between of her undressing, they were kissing each other upon the lips and down the neck in a heavy-breathing fit of love. All the while, a fire burned in the pit beside them, bathing their bodies in a warm, orange glow.

Belle sat up on the girl's waist and reached back to unfasten the brassiere, and she timidly tossed it to the side. Then, her black undergarments were moved down her lengthy legs and off to the floor as well. She looked to Jinny, who seemed to be mesmerised by her body. My body isn't nearly as amazing as hers, but she can't look away. This is the greatest feeling in the world, thought Belle.