Lacey's hips rock back and forth against those heavenly lips, that divine tongue. The redhead can't help arching and bucking a little as Becca continues her assault, sweet and driven and merciless. GOD it feels good! Fingers curl in those lovely brunette locks as she rides that tongue, crying out in a mixture of French and English, her thoughts as jumbled as she feels this very moment.

Every plunge of that tongue makes her walls spasm around the muscle, squeezing as though trying to trap it there, force it to wiggle within her forever. Every stroke sends bliss shooting through the redhead as Becca steals taste after taste of her sweetness, lapping deep...she can even hear the sounds of that tongue working against her soaked folds. The lapping rhythm of Becca's tongue, steady and tireless, drives Lacey closer and closer to the edge.

Finger and thumb dance over her clit, tugging and rubbing and sending streaks of fire burning through Lacey's very soul. Her body twitches and shudders under Becca's sweet assault, tingling throughout her entire frame. The redhead's free hand slides up her body, capturing a breast and tugging gently at its peak while the brunette has her way down below with the other hand in her hair, simultaneously holding her hair back and urging her mouth on, her tongue to explore the hot and wet depths of Lacey's core.

"OH GOD YES! Oh mon Dieu! Ne t'arrête pas!" She sobs with need as that tongue presses deeper still, driving down into her walls with reckless abandon, tongue wet and warm against walls that are equally so. Every movement makes Lacey twitch and grind down at Becca's face, fingers tightening in her hair though the redhead is careful not to hurt her lover. The words, be they in French or English, are unimportant; all the talking she needs to do is handled by her body. The general message is simple; feels good, don't stop.

"Oh God...Beccahhh! AUHHHH!!" Heated voice raising in cries of ecstasy at that steady pace, rising with each thrust of that wicked muscle until she peaks, wailing her ecstasy down to her lover. Lacey's hips grind and roll, her entire body twitching and shuddering, within and without, as Becca's tongue continues to raid her walls. She clamps tight around that muscle, trying to trap it within her orgasm-wracked embrace. "DON'T STOP! Oh, BABY, don't stop please don't stop!"

All the signs were there. She was going to stop, to pull back given that crush of sweet muscles that cascaded over her just then. But she was begged not to and so she does not. Instead of drawing out of her she answers her pleas by plunging that muscle further inside her using the force built up in her neck to press beyond that tightened passage.

Her fingers still work their magic against that captured clit. Tugging and caressing her at the same time as she tastes the redhead on her tongue.

Cries both soft and loud echo in her ears along with the slurping sensations of the pair coming together like this. It sounds so sweet to her that she draws back a hand rubbing it against her own wet sex. Two fingers press to her heated entrance and sink in nice and slow movements to draw out her own pleasure given the continued build up of Lacey's as her tongue continues to explore pressing into her, touching those sweet spots within her.

Blue eyes peek up into those pleasant features. She smiles against Lacey's body encouraged onward and using those sounds to play with her a little more, her accuracy increasing the pleasure that she can bring as her tongue finds those sweet spots.

She finds one, deviates away for a minute or so then returns with a passion, pushing and licking. Like a piston drilling for oil she does not stop homing in on that spot, her tongue working against that delicious heat, blue eyes peaking back up as she intensifies her attack on her.

"BECCAAAAAHH!" Wailing at the top of her voice, the little redhead dances for her brunette lover like a puppet on an electrified string. Streaks of sweet lightning and fire course through her body, making her twitch and shiver, whimpering and crying out as that tongue lashes against her and into her again and again. Becca dives deep for Lacey's love-nectar, and the redhead sings her lover's praises the whole while, fingers shaking in those gorgeous brown locks.

Buried between Lacey's thighs as she may be, that wicked smile doesn't go unnoticed. She can feel those lips curving gently against her nethers while that tongue strikes time and again deep into Lacey's silky embrace, prodding and rubbing against that sweet spot within. "Don't stop don't stop don't...don't...!" A repetition of the same plea is all she has mind for, driven wild on her lover's tongue. Her hips shift back and forth in rhythm restlessly, trying to fit as much of that glorious muscle inside of her as she possibly can, sweet walls clenching hard against it with every twitch.

Movement catches her eye; a hand slipping from her own shifting, grinding hips down past Becca's. Her lover is apparently as into this as she is. The sight and thought of Becca touching herself..."Oooooh!" Her hips roll down even more firmly against those sweet lips, the kiss between her nethers and Becca's lips deep and intimate and steamy. "Ahhhhh, baby! Becca! Oh GOD yes...! Ohhhh, MON COEUR!"

Shivering and twisting, Lacey arches up til her lower back, hips and most of her perky little ass are up off the bathroom floor, shrieking in delight as she falls from that glorious peak into orgasmic bliss once more. Brought high by Becca's tongue, all the redhead can do is wail and squirm in absolute pleasure under that sweet onslaught, screaming her name while she gushes her sweetness against those lips, over that tongue, her depths trembling as she's raided by that pink muscle even through her peak.

Swept up in her orgasm, mind and body quaking wildly as they are, Lacey thrusts herself against those lips for a moment longer...before pushing herself away from them, sliding on her back along the bathroom floor. Caught up in the moment, she rolls to her tummy and lunges towards Becca, rolling the girl onto her back and managing to land astride her hips in a move that's half-hug, half-tackle and results in the two being face to face, the redhead's green eyes locked onto Becca's own thrilling blue orbs.

"Those...eyes...." She gasps softly...before closing her own and capturing that freshly-moistened mouth with hers, kissing and suckling and nibbling like she means to inhale the brunette whole. She rolls her hips back and forth, grinding her still-twitchy sex against Becca's hips and tummy, while leaning forward and reaching back with a hand...finding Becca's own down between the brunette's legs. Her fingers dance with Becca's, adding to the number of fingers rubbing that sweet pink slit, tickling gently and Becca's stiff little clitty while grinding her own against the brunette's tummy whenever she gets the chance.

"Something in French, hm...?" She purrs breathlessly after breaking their kiss, soft laughter falling against Becca's lips, her green gaze locking once more to Becca's blue. "Here's something French for you...you should memorize it. I have a feeling you'll be hearing it a lot..." The petite redhead pauses a moment, her hypersensitive body arching up after a particularly delicious grind, making her whimper and quake before leaning close to the brunette's ear. "Ja t'aime de tout mon coeur..." Too soon...? Maybe...but somehow, it feels right...

Her name never sounded sweeter as it danced on her lips in that sweet moan. Those pleas kept coming urging her on as she continued in order to carry out that request as Lacey danced against her moving this way and that dancing like a fish on a fisherman's line as it was plucked form the water.

That explosion of bliss coursed over her tongue once more. That sweet nectar sweeping over that moist muscle though it was not long before she found that he tables had been turned on her once more. She certainly had not been expecting this and goes wide eyed, those blue eyes shining up into those green ones, surprise contained within them as things shifted so quick.

From hips grinding up against her face, to those passionate cries to this. How had it happened?

Her lips press against her own, that essence still upon her lips shared between them. Additional fingers join her own though she has the added mystery as to where they are going to travel. Her own hasten a little. There was that grinding against her stomach, her body pulsing with growing need as she listens to those words.

“Je t'aime de tout mon coeur,” she repeats. Of course the accent is American, it isn't the best but it is memorize never the less. Lacey could see her trying to remember what it meant piecing together rout words she had learned.

I like … I love … mon, my, coeur, couer ...

This was the second time she had used couer today. “What's couer?” She asks once their kiss is broken, blue eyes gazing into green ...

Becca looks a little surprised, a little confused...but unhurt, which is good. Her fingers stroke right alongside Becca's, increasing speed and tempo to match the other girl's. While Becca teases her slit and her entrance, Lacey strokes against Becca's clit, and whenever Becca's fingers move up to her clit, Lacey moves down to tease that sweet honeypot, dipping inside her wet warmth with just the tips of her fingers, swirling them against the entrance.

Becca repeats the phrase, and Lacey couldn't care less about the American accent in her French. The redhead's own French accent comes from years of copying her mother and, occasionally, grandmother whenever speaking in their native tongue; it's a habit more than anything. Besides...Becca's voice is so soft and cute, she makes ANYTHING sound good, regardless of accent. Lacey smiles against her lover's lips, nibbling and sucking gently until she breaks the kiss.

For a moment Lacey merely watches Becca, ready to help translate if asked and content to grind atop her and touch her while she figures out the meaning. Her face is absolutely adorable as she pieces the phrase together, a mixture of thought and desire dancing through those startling blue eyes...Lacey can't help but kiss gently at the other girl's neck after leaving her lips. A soft groan slips from the redhead's mouth as she rolls her hips down hard against Becca's own, squeezing her thighs against the brunette's sides.

The redhead leans up and steals a small kiss from her lover before answering softly with a single word; "Heart." She purrs quietly, tracing the fingers of her free hand over Becca's body in a tender and delicate fashion, simply enjoying the feel of that smooth, warm skin, the curve of ample breasts, the sweep from waist to hips and that flat tummy. The girl is positively gorgeous...Lacey can't get enough of the sight or feel of her. She remains silent after giving her the translation for the one word, waiting to see if the other student can figure out the entirety of the phrase, smiling coyly at the little game.

She can't deny a bit of a thrill, partly anxious and mostly excited, at the thought of seeing Becca's reaction once she figures the entire thing out...or once she asks Lacey to translate in full, whichever comes first. Of all the phrases she knows in French...that's the one she's wanted to use the most with someone that makes her feel...well. Someone that makes her feel just like Becca does. The redhead melts a little at her own thoughts, clearly happy and somewhat in the clouds...though she focuses on the present quickly enough. After all, the object of her affection is right here; what use has she for daydreams right now?

Becca's fingers speeding up as she touches herself doesn't go unnoticed by the little redhead; she's content to help for the time that the brunette spends figuring out the phrase. Soon enough, however, Lacey's fingers tangle with Becca's, quite on purpose, and she gently but insistently tugs them away from the brunette's slit with a little laugh. "We're doing a terrible job of conserving water, mon coeur. We should probably finish here and then move somewhere else..." She pretends to think for a moment. "The table in your living area? Maybe the floor in your closet..." Giggling, she kisses her lover soundly. "Or we could be traditional and just go to your bed. Not that I mind the bathroom floor, of course...especially not when I'm atop you. You're very warm and comfy...but still."

Her neck targeted, her heart continues to beat heavily against her as her lips are claimed once more as that glorious body grinds above her, pressing against her as a bolt rushes up her spine. The answer to her question is given and she goes back to work on that phrase.

She had mostly worked it out and given what she had doped out already she's got most of it worked out. Her eyes go wide as it finally makes sense to her or what seems to make the most sense.

She considers responding in Japanese though she doubts that Lacey would have a chance in picking out words then. She could pick out a few words in French, mostly common ones and it was guess work for the most part as to others that made sense out of what she translated but do do so wouldn't be fair and she nods a little then smiles as she seems to have finally figured it out.

“And mine is yours,” she states, a single hand stroking over her back since the other was busy though assisted now as those fingers lightly penetrate her sticky folds.

“Uh,” a small gasp leaves her lips as she arches her back against that attention.

Her fingers torn from her, she listens to those options and faintly hears the splattering of water, honestly her mind wasn't on it but more focused on those words. Had she wished to take things to another level so soon … not that she had minded of course, she simply had not set out with that goal, well it was a goal but one that she did not think to trigger so readily. No, she didn't mind one bit.

“Closet … probably not enough space. Bed … to mundane. That table has the most promise.” And if it broke beneath their weight, oh well … she smiled up at Lacey. “You'll have to let me up though.”

The redhead contemplates her own words for a moment while watching her gorgeous lover try to figure them out. She's only known the other girl for a few hours...and she's not normally impulsive like this...so why those words, and why so early on? She's no fool; she's well aware how serious words like those are. Je t'aime de tout mon couer; I love you with all my heart...not something to be thrown out casually...and yet she'd spoken them to Becca so soon after their first meeting. Why?

Something to do with the fact that the redhead feels almost constantly under attack? She HAS weathered more than a few monster attacks since coming to this island. A few weeks of being caught and taken against her will would make ANYONE look for something that has meaning, right? Forced to orgasm over and over again...it feels so much better when it's something she wants, with someone she wants to be with...and she and Becca share so much in common. Besides that, the brunette feels...right, somehow. Special and precious beyond...beyond words, or thoughts or...

"And mine is yours." The response draws her out of her thoughts as one of her lover's hands caresses her back, sending shivers up and down her spine. Just the girl's touch is enough to make her whimper! But what does she mean that hers is Lacey's...her heart? The redhead looks up at Becca, finding those gorgeous blue eyes gazing back at her, wide...and with a smile beneath. Lacey's heart quivers and melts at the sight of that acceptance, and she feels a tingly rush pour through her body...through her very soul.

And there's her answer as to 'why'.

Lacey blinks in surprise as Becca starts rolling off her options, taking them seriously. The table...she hadn't been serious...but a laugh and a smile soon curls her lips upward. Why the hell not? She's never done it on a table before...well, save for a dream once. She pushes thoughts of that dream from her mind; better to forget a nightmare and enjoy a pleasant reality. "Mmmm, but I like you. You're soft and warm and you smell nice." She purrs down to the brunette, leaning down for a kiss before she crawls off of Becca...blushing a little at the gleaming patch on the girl's hips and tummy that Lacey'd left with her grinding.

The slender student rises and stretches before offering her hand down to the brunette, pleased with the answers she's figured out so far tonight. For the first time in a while, her heart feels free and at ease, and there's no tension in her. She finds the thought of going to bed tonight a peaceful one, something to look forward to...rather than something to dread. For once, she won't be hyperventilating at every stray noise...and she won't feel so crushingly alone.

Ahh, but bed is for later. There are more important things to do now! "Table sounds good to me. Did you want to shower now...or should we turn off the water and save that for later?" She chuckles at this; given their success rate with actually making it INTO the shower thus far, chances are good that once they get inside, they'll only find more distractions. Becca is lovely dry; she probably looks divine with water beading on her skin, running down those curves, slicking her hair back and...Lacey shivers, quietly urging herself to behave while contemplating all the ways she could be naughty.

This is going to be an interesting night indeed...

A flaw of hers, well it wasn't really a flaw in taking everything so seriously even if it were clearly a joke she tended to ere on the side of caution. Sometimes she opened up though it was not often in this place given the threat of monsters though if Lacey had been one the guise would have been dropped once they were back here, or so she believed … they didn't seem to be the most patient of beings after all.

But tonight had not been about the things that went bump in the night or in her case the day … she had yet to be attacked during the night. This was about them. Every nerve in her body was tingly and though there were things that went over her head as far as kidding went she rather be a little clueless at times rather than think that someone was kidding and not take them seriously at all.

Assisted up, she brought her gazed to the shower, the shower head shooting out a stream of water and while it looked so inviting to her the fact of the matter was simple, a shower was going to be a waste given that they would just need one later unless they simple ceased in what they were doing and what chance of that was there?

“Well, let's take one later.” She moves to the shower reaching in to turn it off. Warm water splattering over a forearm that she wipes off with one of the towels. Her lips still tingle from their recent kiss and she soon comes back after hanging the towel back up.

Hands slide over her hips, another kiss is pressed to her lips, just lips for this one, and she soon pulls away. “This way then.”

Leading Lacey on it would be a bad time for someone to stop by, not that anyone ever did. Still she was captain of the Kendo club so you could never be certain. Of course she fully intended to ignore it should something like that occurred.

There was a small round table in the living room with a fruit basket as the center piece which she picked up to move then paused, peered into it as if getting an idea then setting it on the floor near the table. She debated on removing the table cloth but figured the wood beneath might be a little cooler though no more so then the bathroom floor. Easy enough to wash it later it stayed.

“Top or bottom?”

What Becca considers a flaw in herself, Lacey sees as cute, honest and endearing. It makes her heart melt with both mirth and adoration to have even whimsical little statements like 'sing for me' taken so seriously...and it feels nice to have met someone who cares enough to WANT to do something like that for the redhead, despite the oddity of the supposed request. Lacey grins as she watches Becca turn to look at the shower head. She can practically hear the lovely girl's thoughts on the subject of showering, having had the same ones herself when she'd been on bottom.

She nods. "I agree wholeheartedly; we're going to get a lot more messy before it's time to get clean." At the rate they're going, they might have to take a shower in the morning...of course, that'd have to happen before class, so they'd likely have to take one at the same time...and given how sweet and soft and luscious the gorgeous brunette is, Lacey is seriously doubting her ability to keep her hands to herself...PARTICULARLY when confronted with the sight of a warm, wet and curvaceous Becca right in front of her. A simple request to wash her back would doubtless disintegrate into Lacey's lips and teeth nipping at--

"Mmh? Mmmmm..." Surprise flickers across Lacey's face as those soft, warm hands slide over her hips, pulling her in close...soft lips pushing against her own in a gentle, sweet kiss...the redhead's eyes fall closed and she quivers, breathing in Becca's scent...but just before she manages to part her lips against her lover's and deepen the kiss, Becca pulls back and takes the redhead's hand, tugging her along in a baffled and slightly wistful state. "Ah...? Mm...if...if you say so..." So close...oh well. There'll be other opportunities for deep kisses, she's sure...not that she hasn't had a few kisses already, but one can never have enough! Particularly when they're Becca's.

She follows the other martial artist back into her living area, where the brunette begins to remove things from the tabletop, prompting another little smile from Lacey who has to stifle a giggle. Even this suggestion...just a joke, but taken with absolute seriousness. She finds herself excited at the prospect of trying this out on a table with her friend, of course...though it doesn't look like the most stable thing in the world...but more than that, she finds herself pleased and warmed by Becca's sincerity.

Lacey tilts her head curiously. Is something wrong with the basket...? What is she looking at so intently? No explanation comes, however, and the redhead is left with only more curiosity as Becca turns back to her and asks whether she'd prefer the top of the bottom. "Bottom..." She murmurs, blushing a little. She liked being on top, too...but the bottom position is just so sweet to her. Her thoughts turn to Becca's plans however, and she steps a little closer to the brunette, trying to steal a peek into the fruit basket to see what she'd seen...

There is nothing unusual about that fruit basket. An orange, a few apples, bananas and an assortment of blue berries, strawberries and raspberries. Not too found of peaches there was one there but unlike the other pieces was a bit older and on the boarder line to be tossed out.

But her answer is given and as Lacey nears she kisses her again, embracing her as their tongues swirl and dance against each other. Her hands roam about her smoothing down to her ass and giving it a squeeze before drawing away to allow her to take her place on that table.

She looks to the basket once more then to Lacey again. “You get nice and comfortable. I got an idea. Wait here, it won't be long.” And it wasn't long before she dashed to the kitchen then returned with a clean dish towel folding it and using it as a make shift blindfold. Testing to ensure that it was fastened correctly she selects a strawberry, bites it in half then spreads the juices over her lips, down between her cleavage to her navel.

She finished the fruit in another bite then leaned down to clean up that sticky mess she just made beginning as she leaned down to set her lips against Lacey's and -

SNAP! The table collapsed, she didn't press too much weight on it.

“Are you alright?” The immediate important question. But once finding she was alright she turns to the humor in this. “Made in China, should have bought American made … though really do we make anything any more?” She giggled then continued pressing her lips to the trail of juices alternating kissing her and using her tongue to clean her up.