Southern Cross by Windstar

Then there was no more room for thought as warm soft lips pressed against hers. Vaguely Julie
realized she probably shouldn't be trying to shove the table out of the way, but it had been a very
long few months.
Unfortunately the table was anchored to the bedrock from which the garden terrace was carved
out of.
Grunting in frustration she got up, managing to keep in contact with Emily's lips and get around
the edge of the table. Breaking away from those talented lips she sat down on the First Guardians
lap and buried her face in her friend's shoulder. Both of them, she was happy to see where having
problems breathing and Emie's heart was beating rapidly.
"Perfect."
Julie hadn't realized she had spoken until Emily ran her fingers through her short red hair and
nodded in agreement.
"Almost perfect."
Frowning slightly Julie looked up at that.
"Almost?"
With a serious expression Emie nodded and bent down to tease Julie by nibbling on her lips.
Both of them groaned as Julie opened her mouth for Emily's questing tongue. Emily's mouth and
hands were making it hard to remember whatever it was that they had been talking about, so
Julie didn't even try.
When they finally did break apart, Emily grinned at her breathlessly and trailed a finger down
her chest. Just lightly brushing against her breasts.
"There could be less clothes involved."
Julie swallowed and nodded wordlessly, her fingers already starting on the First Guardian's
uniform.
"Less clothes would be good."
A button and then a second came loose and she caught a glimpse of pale skin in the valley of
Emily's breasts. Just one more button and she would have a clear view of those breasts
themselves.
She was distracted from her objective though when a hand snaked its way underneath the loose
shirt she was wearing to cup her breast. Groaning she hungrily pulled Emily back to her, trying
to devour her lips. The warm wet haven of her mouth was rapidly becoming Julie's favorite