Guardian

[The Diamond God]

Aimee Lynne Cox

When Lilly began to squirm, Aimee slowed down her pace to a crawl, and slowly began to stroke a single finger up and down the folds of her slit, her eyes still watching the television. As the credits for the first movie began to roll, she abruptly sat up, a gleam in her eyes.

"Do you remember when we used to play the quarter game? When we used to watch TV or do homework, or something, and I would hide a quarter somewhere on myself and you would try to find it? Wanna play?"

Lilly grinned.

"Fantastic idea. I have a quarter in my shoes, back in the room. I'll go first."

She disappeared from the room for a few minutes and came right back in. Aimee raised an eyebrow when she saw that Lilly had changed from her simple PJ's to a little top without buttons, a cream colored v-neck, and a pair of jeans. Socks no shoes. Probably a bra. She laid back down on the couch with her feet up on Aimee's lap as the credits for another movie rolled onto the screen. Aimee softly rubbed Lily's feet over her socks, checking carefully for the quarter. Then up both sides of her legs, slowly, methodically, every inch. She had fond memories of just how hard it was to find this quarter, especially through jeans. Nothing. Aimee shifted to the other side. Nothing. Lilly was lying on her front. Aimee stroked and pressed her back up and the back of bother arms. Yep, wearing a bra.

"Roll over."

Lilly complied, her eyes still on the 'tube. Aimee checked her arms again, and then her stomach. Nothing. Where is this little b*****d? Aimee ran her hands lightly up Lilly's side and under her arms, avoiding her breasts completely. And there it was, under the bra's strap. Aimee sat back and clapped happily.

"Aha! My turn!"

Lilly handed her the quarter and she skipped out of the room. Aimee thought for a moment of where to put the quarter and basically picked the spot that was right at her belly button. She laid back on the couch and Lilly placed her hands on her, and touched her basically in the same way Aimee had done. It felt really nice; much nicer then it had the other times they'd played. Maybe it's because I actually got to tell her that I loved her? But then, Lilly got to her belly and found it immediately, laughing.

While the movie played they did this a few more times, hiding the quarter in similar "safe" places. Once Aimee put it at the bottom of her foot and Lilly spent a long time looking, but found it. By now though, both of their faces were burning. The touching, rubbing, stroking was definitely having an effect on them. It was Lilly's turn and she was gone a little longer. She came back in, a smirk on her face.

"you won’t find it this time."

She laid down at the couch. Aimee pulled her blond hair back and carefully checked there (that was actually a hiding place she remembered from when they were younger). Nope. She checked Lilly's feet, her arms, her legs carefully, a long time on the legs. Aimee was even kneading and giving her long strokes along her thigh and butt this time. Hell, she even checked in Lilly's pockets.

"Turn around."

Lilly flipped over with a slight smile on her face, head turned and just watching the movie intently, her cheeks as red as Aimee's. She rubbed Lilly's stomach very slowly with the palm of her hand and reached up under her top so she was brushing her bra. She checked her sides all very slowly and carefully. Lilly kept laying with her head turned, she didn’t look at Aimee like other times. Then, Aimee softly set her hand on Lilly's right breast, looking at her face, and massaged outward to the edge, over her shirt and bra. Wonderful, soft. Her heart pounded; Lilly didn’t move. Aimee checked her other breast and rubbed carefully in circles now.

Still nothing. She reached down to her upper thighs and around her abdomen and hips, pushing and massaging her through the jeans. Slowly. Methodically. This was not like before; there was nothing "safe" about this round. Aimee let my fingers run along the top of Lilly's inner thighs, her fingers pressed in tight, right at the fold of her quim, but on the outside of the jeans and then up the center of her hip along the pelvic bone. She was burning there and Aimee watched Lilly's breath catch in her throat.

Then, Aimee simply lay her palm onto the flat of her roommate's stomach and slid it under her jeans, under her panties. She could feel the beginning of soft, wispy hairs on her little mound. And she kept sliding down into the heat and the moisture. Aimee could see Lilly open her legs slightly and just kept her eyes on the television. And there right at the top of her quim where the labia divides was the quarter held there by her thighs and the pressure of her lacy panties. Lilly said nothing.

"I found it!"

Really, almost embarrassed at this now, after her single minded "search," Aimee held it in front of Lilly's eyes, her burning cheeks. She nodded absently.

"It's your turn now, Lilly."

"I'm kind of bored with this game now, Aimee."

"Oh, okay. Well, do you wanna keep watching the..."

Her words were abruptly cut off as Lilly sat up and kissed her, really, attacked her. Aimee hesitated for a minute before giving in, and returning the favor.  

[The Diamond God]

Aimee Lynne Cox

The "second" day was glorious. They spent their entire time making love. And when they weren't making love, they were sleeping. When the shadows were growing long, they finally awoke from their latest bout. Aimee sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets chastely up to her chest. Lilly laughed and kissed her shoulder.

"Modesty? After all we just did?"

Aimee smiled. She was feeling good, like she'd just worked out for hours and then was able to go home and curl up under a blanket. All warm and fuzzy inside.

"Don't judge me. Why is there food in here?"

She was staring confusedly at her night side table and the (wilted) food. Lilly shrugged and nibbled on a triangle of toast.

"I don't know. Van gogh, maybe?"

"That's awfully thoughtful. Especially for a demon."

"The more and more I learn about him, the more I wonder how he every got caught and locked away."

Aimee sipped at her OJ and shrugged. She didn't mention the one time she'd seen him truly angry, when she'd been dismissive of his "dead" girl.  

[The Diamond God]

Aimee Lynne Cox

Their lighthearted conversation came to a sudden halt when they heard Vincent’s trunk clunk on the wooden floor down stairs.

“What was that?”

“It sounded like something was just falling.”

“I’m going to go check it out.”
Aimee rolled out of the bed and reached for her jeans and a long shirt, forgoing undies for now. She padded down the stairs barefoot, ignoring Lilly’s hissed words behind her; Vincent would protect her if something downstairs would try and hurt her. She was surprised to see the demon in question fiddling with a smallish box in the living room.

“You scared us. What’s in the box?”