And tease Mila did. As their lunch continued, she kept making one remark or another about their everlasting love. Mila found ways to insert sappy sentences while talking about food and their daily routine. Her eyes never strayed far from Isabel’s as she enjoyed the cuteness that was her girl.

Throughout the meal, Mila found herself to be the one doing the most talking. At half point, Isabel took over the serving part of the event and poured more wine, which Mila thanked for. It was such a treat.

Perhaps Mila and Isabel should visit the place that made such an excellent wine? It could be an entertaining experience. “Thank you.” She thanked as Isabel dutifully refilled the glass. “And yours?” Mila took a sip and pointed at Isabel’s empty glass.

“Right away, Mam.” Despite Mila’s teasing, Isabel had finally relaxed. She filled her own glass and drank it almost instantly. “So tasty.”

“Right, right!” Mila agreed. It was a good thing she had asked for extra bottles. The sweet taste and airy, aromathic content complemented the mood superbly.

But it was time to move on from the food. Mila finished her glass, and before Isabel could refill it, she rose from her seat.

Seeing Isabel’s questioning gaze, Mila curtsied. “May I have a dance?”

While giggling, Isabel got up from her chair as well. “A dance? With no music?”

“Ah, but your laughter is the greatest song in all creation!” Mila took Isabel’s hand and let the other one sneak around her girl’s waist and pull her closer.

“So corny.” Isabel happily laughed while grabbing Mila’s waist in return. She suddenly paused. “I don’t know how to dance.”

It took a moment for Mila to respond. Isabel’s magnificent breasts took away her attention. Was it right to call them tasty-looking? She definitely wanted to take a bite. “Well, neither do I,” Mila admitted. “Not really, but I do have some ideas.” She pressed herself closer to Isabel.

“From your dreams?” Isabel nuzzled against Mila’s hair. She let her palm on Mila’s back slide dangerously low.

“Yes. Not a lot of occasions there. Only a couple here and there.” Mila explained, and it earned her another laughter from Isabel.

“That’s not much better than me. Well, to be fair, it’s been years since I danced with anyone. And even then, it was my dad.” Isabel’s hand went even lower.

“Then it’s time to refresh our memories?” Mila kissed Isabel’s collarbone, then pulled her towards the carpeted part of the room she had prepared.

It was a little tricky without letting each other go, but they managed. Mila chose not to comment on how Isabel’s fingers pressed against her softer parts in the back. She had allowed it, after all.

And now they stood in the middle of the room, wondering what to do next. Mila enjoyed Isabel’s warmth and the way her breathing made her body rub against hers. “A song, perhaps?”

Isabel’s fingers still hadn’t left Mila’s bottom. “Hmm?” She thought. “I can’t sing. Do you?”

“I… Haven’t tried.” It was shameful to admit. Mila wasn’t keen on starting practising now, either. She didn’t want to fail in front of Isabel.

“Then how about humming? I can do that.” Isabel offered instead. She started a happy-sounding tune. From time to time, she switched to whistling, then back to humming.

Mila let herself be led as Isabel started to move. Their steps, at first clumsy, soon found a matching rhythm. She breathed in the intoxicating aroma of her girl’s body. Her steps kept her as close as possible to Isabel.

They continued to dance. Mila started to gently kiss Isabel’s skin right above her breasts and started to move higher. Her girl instead chose to have her fingers dig deeper into Mila’s flesh. Isabel’s greedy hand was now having a proper feel of Mila’s ass.

“Ah…” Mila let out a soft moan, luckily inaudible for Isabel, who continued to hum.

Was this because of the alcohol? Mila had to wonder. Isabel was unusually bold. Not that she minded. When Mila had reserved the room and made sure no one interrupted them, she knew this was a possibility.

But… Mila pressed her lips against Isabel’s neck. She didn’t want to go much further while under the influence of the wine. Another kiss followed on Isabel’s neck.

“Mhm…” Isabel still lightly hummed, now pressing her nose into Mila’s hair. She loved doing that. “Hmm, mhm…”

Their hands holding each other parted, and Isabel moved the newly freed hand to where her first one was working. She wasn’t rough. Isabel placed her hand on Mila’s bottom and then pulled her as close as possible.

“...Isabel…” Mila’s breath stopped for a moment.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t stop, but don’t go further.” Mila pleaded while returning the embrace. She ran her fingers up and down Isabel’s back, making her shudder under the gentle touch.

“...I love you…” Isabel murmured. She started to land gentle pecks on top of Mila’s head. Her body stiffened from the closeness. Her breath trembled in pleasure.

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“Isa-ah-bel…” Mila felt like she was floating. Was it okay to return the favour? She felt Isabel’s palms press more into her rear. “So-oh greedy…”

“Mhmm…” Despite the hum, Isabel had lost the melody. These were hums of satisfaction.

At some point, they had stopped moving. Mila didn’t dare to speak further, lest her trembling voice ask for something unreasonable… For something perverse… She wouldn’t regret it, but…

Mila suddenly changed her approach. She moved her hands up Isabel’s back and grabbed her shoulders. Mila pulled herself up, interrupting Isabel’s nuzzling. She moved her lips to her girl’s ear and whispered. “Kiss me.”

And Isabel obliged. They clumsily bumped their heads together while trying to find each other lips. Mila enjoyed the covetous grasp on her ass. It made her heart beat its own music.

So great was their desire for each other that when their lips finally met, both of them used too much force. Mila painfully hit her teeth against Isabel’s, and both of them winced.

Isabel’s grasp relaxed as clarity returned to her mind. “Ugh…”

“Well,” Mila ran her tongue over her teeth. “That’s certainly one way to sober up.” She paused. Then leaned back and licked Isabel’s lips. “Now, how about we relax a little?” Her actions spoke otherwise, but her tone did make it clear it was a valid suggestion.

Isabel tried but failed to catch Mila’s tongue. She pressed her nose against Mila’s. “Mhmm…” And stopped there.

“Don’t want to?” Mila gently kissed her love.

“...I don’t want to…” Isabel returned it. She lightly squeezed the booty she had seized.

“Then how far do you wish to go?” Mila kept pecking Isabel’s lips between her words.

The direct question made Isabel think. The sheer possibility of taking it further… Isabel swayed from the dizziness it brought. But at the same time, when she met Mila’s eyes. “Uh…”

“What is it?” Mila tilted her head.

“I…” Isabel hesitated. “I want to, but… And I don’t-” She gulped.”I don’t think you would stop me…”

“I won’t.” Mila nodded. If Isabel really wanted to, she would go as far as needed.

With clear unwillingness, Isabel finally let Mila stand on her own. “Let’s stop here…”

“Good girl,” Mila smiled and patted Isabel’s head. She tried to control her urges and not pounce on Isabel.

“Why?” Isabel didn’t understand. “If you… If you don’t want to…”

“Oh, but I do want to have sex with you, Isabel.” Mila placed her palm on Isabel’s cheek.

The direct way Mila addressed the fantasy made Isabel sputter. “Not s-sex… I-I wouldn’t… I don’t know how!”

Mila looked at her in surprise. “Wait… What do you mean?” Had she misread?

“I-I mean, I want to… B-but I am…” Isabel started flailing her hands. “I-I need to prepare myself before! I need to shave! T-there are… A-And my underwear…” She panicked.

“Isabel, please calm down.” Mila held her girl to not let her run away. “I made a mistake, okay?” She felt so ashamed.

“N-no, I-...” Isabel suddenly stopped, and her fingers moved in a strange rhythm as she recalled the feeling of Mila’s ass. “Wow…”

“Well, that’s better?” Mila now put her hands on Isabel’s hips. “Then, can you tell me what were you aiming for?”

“...Making out and a bit more? Like, it’s our second date and… What was it called…Third base? My heart can’t handle it…” Isabel was overheating. “...Wait… Did I just miss the chance to…” She gasped as the realisation hit.

“Oh, Isabel…” Mila sighed, choosing not to ask what a ‘third base was’. “Do you think you could have stopped yourself? I felt your hands. They were insatiable.”

“I mean… I might have…” Isabel mumbled.

“Then what about me?” Mila continued.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think I could have stopped myself if you went any further? If that kiss happened…” Mila reminisced. “Ah, I would have pushed you down.”

Isabel’s knees went weak for a moment. “...Mila, don’t tell me that now.”

“It didn’t happen, so it’s fine.” Mila suddenly let go. “How about we continue on the sofa?” She went to the table to grab glasses. “There is still wine. Huh, less than I thought. Did we finish three of them already?”

“It’s not that strong.” Isabel followed. “Ah, I am regretting everything now.”

“Oh, I am too.” Mila didn’t hide anything. “So embarrassing. My mind seems to be in… Well…” She looked at Isabel, then let her eyes fall lover. “In a magical place, shall we say?”

“Perv.”

“Hearing from one.” Mila scoffed. “Besides, I do miss the taste of your lips.” She handed the glasses to Isabel. “And the sofa is… More accommodating for tender actions. I won’t go too far, be assured.”

“Now I want you to.” Isabel pouted. “You better not tell anyone about how I messed up the chance to have… s-sex with a girl of my dreams.”

“Who would I tell that to?” Mila wondered. She counted the bottles. There were eleven left. Enough for the good time to continue. She grabbed some and walked to the sofa, where she sat down. “Now come. My lips are freezing.”

Isabel blinked, then ran and joined Mila. She placed the glasses on the small table next to the sofa.

Slowly, Mila’s mind started to cloud. She recalled giggling and sharing tender words with Isabel. They enjoyed their closeness and exchanged gentle kisses. They made out and let their hands wander.

They talked and grumbled about the unfairness of the world. They spoke about dreams and hopes to be together forever. They wondered what the future held for them. They gossiped about people they knew.

The wine slowly depleted. Mila recalled herself sneaking to Naran’s office, where she got more. They continued to share everything for hours until the darkness fell over the city.

When the wine ran out, Mila recalled getting something else. It was all getting blurry. She felt so free, spending time with Isabel. Her girl continued to hold onto her as they spoke.

Soon, their conversation turned towards Stilag and how shit it was. Mila listened to Isabel curse. They spoke about their friends. Mila told Isabel about her worries. She recalled offering something. They cussed. Their emotions hit a high. Isabel gave a passionate speech, and Mila clapped along.

What was the speech about? Mila only recalled it to be about justice and the need for punishment.

Mila knew they changed into combat-ready clothes. She had visited Naran’s room again to grab some information or something.

Only a vague feeling of moving remained. Mila headed out with Isabel in tow. Where to? She didn’t remember. Her memory slowly but surely failed…