You keep me Calm, I keep you Crazy (Private, Xald and Bey)

"No no, t-that's not why I was stuttering. It doesn't make me uncomfortable, it's just... I mean... I-I think it's kind of hot." She admitted, blushing and looking away.

"You know, if you want something from me," she chuckled, "You can ask."

"I-I'm not good at this." She admitted with an anxious chuckle, moving a bit closer to her. "H-How should I ask you? What should I ask you? Can you help me, I'm a trainwreck." She said, genuinely laughing at the end.

Beyril smiled, "You ask for little pieces at a time." As she spoke the tips of her fingers traced the outline of her body in the sheets, "Another kiss, a touch, maybe to see a little more. A step at a time, no rush."

"Alright..." She said slowly, trying to sound as sensual as possible. "Could I have another kiss?" She purred softly.

Beyril tilted her lips up by her chin, humming back a "You may," before kissing her again, soft as the first, pulling her in slightly more with each push forth of her lips.

Claire returned the kiss with as much gusto as it was given, her nude body pressing against Bey's clothed one. She hummed softly into the kiss before pulling away just slightly. "H-How about a touch now?" She breathed out softly, eyes locking on Beyril's.

Beyril slid her hand into Claire's, "Show me where it's okay." she responded with a whisper in her ear, letting her lips travel from the lobe onto the jawline, gentle and teasing without force or push.

"A-Anywhere..." She said softly, too enthralled by Beyril's voice, her smell, even the touch of her hand, to bother designating areas as okay or not.

Beyril started with her hand in the bend of her waist, letting her fingers work their way slowly up her ribcage, to her shoulder blades, their breasts pressed together with only the thinness of the pajamas parting them. The skin of her nipples prickled and poked with a blooming arousal, pressing like braille into Claire's chest. Her lips trailed gently along the tender flesh of her neck, "Say when..." she breathed against her collar bone, "If you want me to stop."

Claire was breathing erratically, head lolling back some to give Beyril better access to her neck. She managed a brief shake of her head. "G-God no... d-don't stop..." She said, feeling her nipples gently brush against Beyril's through the cloth of the pajamas, each touch causing her to gasp.

Beyril rolled on top of Claire, letting the girl lay on her back as she hovered overhead, letting her fingers trail around the gentle, curved outside of her breast, lips moving down to the bare nipple, caressing the sensitive flesh with her tongue, letting her teeth graze the areola and gently nip at the underside as her free hand massaged the skin.

Claire let out a not so soft moan at the action, her back lifting partly off the bed if only to bring her breast closer to Beyril's mouth. One of her hands moved down to the hem of Beyril's tank top, pulling gently as she managed to stammer out. "L-Lemme take this off...please." She added as an afterthought, remembering that she was supposed to be asking for this.

Beyril leaned off of her arms, pulling her lips back, a slow, coy smirk on her lips and fogged lust in her eyes as she let Claire strip her of her shirt, two silver dots on either side of her nipples, a glint of a barbell piercing, and a lotus tattooed on her sternum, with small dots trailing in between her breasts, and down to the base of her chest. Freckles dotted the bare skin, the scars seeming to be isolated to her back for the most part.

Claire leaned up and gently kissed one of the piercings, and subsequently the nipple it pierced, shivering as she did so. She pulled away just a hair's breadth, looking up at her with lusty eyes as well, even as her hands trailed to the hem of Beyril's pajama pants and her eyes begged the question she was too starstruck to vocalize.

Beyril ran her hands up her frame to her head, pulling her hair up and gently biting her lower lip as she gently rocked her hips side to side, in a sort of swirling figure eight that served as both an erotic display, and a method of easily freeing herself of the pajama bottoms, the lightest trail of red fuzz down the center of her crotch.

Claire looked up at her in awe, taking in her whole body. She could feel her own arousal growing, wetting the pink fuzz between her own legs. Slowly she brought a hand up, her fingers playing across Beyril's stomach before starting to drift down, looking into her eyes for permission.

Her muscles shivered under her touch, Beyril greeting the look with a smile, gentle still, and nodded, "If you want, you can explore to your heart's desire."

Claire nodded, biting her bottom lip as she slid her hand into the red fuzz. A moment later she was sliding her finger over Bey's clit, rolling the small nub around for a moment before traveling even further down, running a finger along her slit.

Beyril let her knees sit further apart as she exhaled a pleasured sigh, goosebumps raising the hairs on her arms as her clit grew wetter with the slow movement, her hips unintentionally grinding into the girl's hand.

Claire leaned up to give her a gentle kiss before sitting back down on the bed. "I-If you want." She breathed out in a whisper. "Y-You can touch me too..." That said, she slowly continued to rub up and down the redhead's slit, her finger going to focus on her clit, rolling it in easy, gentle circles.

Beyril didn't need a second invitation, leaning forward and kissing Claire fervently as her fingers found her opening, tracing circles around the entrance.

Claire hummed pleasantly into a kiss, slowly slipping a finger into Beyril. She gently pumped it in and out, her pace slow and easy to give the redhead time to adjust, despite the slimness of her finger.

She sighed gently, rotating her hips around on her finger, running her own hand along her partner's slit a few times before curling in her own finger.

Claire mewled softly at the insertion, her own hips rolling gently. She pulled Beyril down into a kiss, hers more loving than Beyril's passionate one before. She started to speed her thrusts up, even willing her thumb to circle Bey's clit at a faster pace.