Charlie let out a soft and silent moan slip past her lips, her girlfriend's soft skin brushing against her own. Hell's princess could barely focus on any other sound or sight except every pant, grunt, rub, shuffle, or slide that filled the room; her focus was on one and one only--Vaggie.
Vaggie went roughly at Charlie's request, Vaggie's mouth against Charlie's non-face lips. She had slowed down frequently, afraid that Charlie was unable to get a word in; Vaggie slowed down frequently to make sure Charlie was *okay.* Charlie, herself, was flattered; she didn't expect to be treated as kindly, as gently as this--but she loved it.
Soon, before even saying anything, Vaggie was quick to catch onto Charlie growing exhausted. Vaggie was quick to stop, looking up at Charlie with worried, pleading eyes. Charlie gave a soft, tired nod to confirm Vaggie's thoughts. Vaggie pulled herself up, Charlie pulling her close to rest her own head in the crook of Vaggie's neck. With a soft, comforted smile, Charlie soon fell asleep, knowing Vaggie would be there to keep her company. Vaggie soon too dozed off, words uneeded to express how much the two would be there to love and support one another.