Sapphic Summer

Basking in the end of the day sunlight, the long grass tickles your shins as you walk across the slanted hill to find the perfect spot to dry off after a little dip to your knees in the creek to wash off the afternoon's berry basket foraging.

It wasn't golden hour, yet the lively green foliage of sporadic elms and oaks around you glowed with a honey halo from the horizon-approaching sun. It made your eyelids turn amber, closing them after losing yourself in the clouds, making pictures of swirling cotton whisked away by this gentle end of summer breeze that seemed to lull you to sleep with its hushed sweeping whispers through the green.

"A bunny-!" one fair freckled arm extends upwards, a bright berry juice stained finger pointing high for you to look above.

Your head lifts from the sleeve of Robin's cotton dress, finding yourself resting upon her warm shoulder as the ground cooled your back. Eyes open in a squint before focusing on the shape of a thin hare stretched across the atmosphere,

chuckling to yourself in a sleepy mumble as you nuzzle your cheek back against the billowy fabric.

"I see it," you smile with eyes closed, feeling blissfully content as the sun's heat poured over your skin like a blanket fresh from the laundry.

"Don't go to sleep now," giggles the young woman, taking another berry from the basket that was meant for tonight's dessert. "You'll miss the sunset."

"I'm not sleeping," you lie through raspberry stained lips, draping an arm and leg over Robin's lounging body in a lazy affectionate hold, feeling unusually and expressively grateful for the day you had spent together.

"I just feel so good right now," you sigh.

The hand that pops the fruit in her mouth comes down to your thigh, her soft thumb brushing gentle circles on skin where your long skirt hitched up. She chuckles from her throat as she chews on the firm tart texture, then turns to kiss

your forehead, a shared unspoken reciprocation of appreciation of fortunate weather and time well spent with the person whose company you loved most.

"Y'know," you giggle, speaking up again, making the girl grin before you could even tell her what was making you laugh.

"When we were in the water just now...

I could totally see down your bodice."

Robin's cackling laugh continues until her voice turns low with her chin to her chest, a strawberry blush tints her paint flecked cheeks as she tries to look at your face.

"Oh? Liked what you saw?"

"Mhm," you start to wake, not that tired anymore after the image of her low dipping neckline the only thing you could manage to think of in that pretty head of yours. The way her uncupped chest curved as he bent over to dip her hands in the cool water, rinsing away berry juice and little leaves and bits that came along when you plucked from the bushes.

"How's your bottom?" Robin's hand starts roaming further up your thigh, now hidden away under the patchy grass stain on your dress from when you fell earlier.

"M'fine," you shrug, more annoyed than in pain now.

The memory of you slipping and nearly rolling down the steep knoll in front of the girl hurt more than the accident. Robin was usually the clumsy one, you would've been staring at her chest through wet linen if you hadn't caught her hand back at the creek,

"We can ice it tonight," her palm lovingly soothes over the spot with gentle care.

"Want me to check if there's a bruise?" She comes to her knees, making you roll onto your back and watch her bunch up her hemline in fists over knees that walk around your lounging figure between the sugar smelling white and pink clovers.

Robin adorned the aforementioned flower, the long stem you placed resting on a double pierced ear still tucked between a lowering head of chin length dirty blonde locks as you watched her pinch at the fabric of your dress and lift.

She hums inquisitively at first, inspecting the back of your thigh, your lower half twisted with both knees to the side. With arms stretching above your head like a cat as you wake more, you giggle at her sudden silence and the dropping parachute of your flowy skirt.

You mischievously bite your lower lip at the sudden rosy flush across her visage, letting it go as arms return to your side after swimming through the surrounding grass.

"How's it looking, Doc?"

"Ah.... No bruise," Robin confirms with a nod of her head and a silent clearing of her throat. Her steel blue eyes narrow, climbing up your body before they meet your gaze.

"- but you're not wearing any underwear, missy."

The look you give her, playful act of false modesty,

Oh, I know,

as knees separate to plant feet flat amidst the spongy earth as if it were a firm mattress.

Legs spread open, your flowy dress draping over what Robin now knows lay bare and exposed. She crawls up your body, giving you a sweet and fresh fruit tasting kiss. Teeth clash over teeth, nose brushing over nose as you both grin so stupidly,

"You're incorrigible-" Robin tells you, beginning to slide down your front with kisses to your bosom as her hands lift up your dress once more.

"Absolutely wicked... insouciant-"

"Mm," you close your eyes with a light giggle, returning to that warm amber vision as you feel her start to kiss down your inner thigh, bunching the dress over your waist.

"-love it when a little French slips off your tongue."

"Not the only thing you love about my tongue,"

Robin playfully retorts, arms hooking under thighs as she lays her belly on the clovers.

You feel her breathy laugh on your exposed sex, gasping in tiny breaths at the feel of fingers that plucked berries and reached for clouds parted you open slightly, enough room for her stained lips to press against that needy bud for a kiss that has your body buzzing.

Robin always started slow, savoring each drop of your arousal that spilled whenever she touched you like this.

As she continues to latch on, her ears fill with the sounds of orchestrated moans and cries from you that mix with the melody of nearby songbirds.

Robin hums into your core and every single nerve in your body buzzes like the cicadas in the trees, panting for her not to stop, please don't stop.

With a hand smoothing down her tousled waves, your other one reaches for the basket nearby, grabbing a few sun warmed blueberries that pop on your tongue with sweet and sour as your teeth mash the firm bodies.

Head thrown back in the grass, your vision blurs and blends the slow seeping watercolor sky of orange spice and dark lavender.

You find yourself seeing shooting stars in apricot clouds, the breeze cooling the sweat on your skin as Robin lowers both of your legs to join your heads together once more, licking the smashed berry juice off the corner of your mouth before sultry speaking into your ear with a raspy, breathy whine,

"Tu ne veux pas me goûter aussi,

mon petit lapin?"