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Experience
Title: Experience
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): Dialo, Chelan, Froze, Yosafire
Pairing(s): Dialo/Chelan/Froze/Yosafire, Dialo/Chelan, Yosafire/Froze
Genre: Smut/Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: The first time Dialo interprets Chelan’s invitation, Froze and Yosafire go bright red in the face.
Notes: PWP!
Yosafire and Froze are friends sworn in love, or at least that’s how Yosafire likes to phrase it. Froze, when asked by someone she won’t snap at, puts it as a simple ‘girlfriends’: even that much makes her tinge red around the ears.
Dialo and Chelan don’t put fancy words to what they have. Chelan smiles brightly when she’s asked, and Dialo translates as ‘we’re together’. They’ve always been together: they just kiss more and have more sex than they used to.
It’s not the sex that makes them together, though, and Yosafire and Froze are friends they trust completely. Which is why Dialo and Chelan are perfectly willing to invite them to share a night with them.
The first time Dialo interprets Chelan’s invitation, Froze and Yosafire go bright red in the face. Chelan tilts her head as she waits for a response, until Froze manages to stammer out, “We haven’t slept with each other yet.”
“Oh.” Dialo is too embarrassed to look at either of them, so she looks at Chelan instead, who is hiding her face behind her hands. “Please forgive us. Forget that.”
“I-it’s okay! Totally fine!” Yosafire coughs and quickly changes the subject to the weather and how the apple crop this year is doing. Dialo has never been more grateful to talk about pie making.
It’s several months later that Froze approaches them by herself and asks, quietly, if they could talk. Dialo nods and pulls her up a chair.
Froze fidgets before speaking. “I don’t have much experience, and Yosafire is… I want to make her happy.”
Dialo raises an eyebrow. “She would be happy if you kicked her accidentally in the process. Experience has nothing to do with it, she loves you.” Chelan chirps and Dialo adds, “Chelan’s right: if you were concerned about experience, you would be best off going to Etihw and Kcalb.”
“No! I would die of embarrassment if I did.” Froze is blushing, but manages to fix Dialo and Chelan with a serious expression despite that. “I want to learn h-how to make things good for her and you’ve been doing this longer than we have. Would you still let us spend a night with you?”
“Shouldn’t you be asking her this?” Dialo asks. “It’s fine with us, but you should be open with her.”
“I’ll ask her after this. ...Thank you.”
A few hours after Froze leaves, Yosafire walks in unannounced. She settles down in the chair Froze had been sitting in, to Dialo’s amusement. She looks serious. “So, I know you two have been seriously together for longer than me and Froze, and-”
“Whatever you do in bed, even if you’re not experienced, Froze will be happy because it’s you. It’s alright with Chelan and I if you two want to have a foursome with us, but you need to talk to each other first.” Dialo smiles a little. “Does that cover it?”
“Um… yeah, that’s pretty much everything I wanted to say.” Yosafire bounces to her feet again. “Thanks!”
About a week passes before Yosafire and Froze, together this time, ask if they could spend the night. Chelan smiles wide and leans over to kiss Froze on the lips, and that’s an answer.
Tempting as it is just to watch Chelan, all bright sunshine against Froze’s cold beauty, Dialo thinks it more fair to Yosafire to kiss her too. She’s even more enthusiastic than Chelan, so much so that Dialo has to temper her and remind her that there’s no race involved here. They have plenty of time tonight.
For one thing, getting to the beds is important before clothes come off. That much, Yosafire and Froze easily agree to.
While Chelan encourages Froze to be more bold and firm with her, Froze’s hands on her skin in more sensitive places rather than just the safety of her hips or sides, Dialo helps Yosafire be more moderate, taking a slower pace with her. With both of them in the same room, it’s easy to see why both of them felt they needed help.
They’re both beautiful. Dialo looks across the room at Froze and tells her, “You’re lucky,” while Chelan shares a wink with Yosafire. Froze blushes and Yosafire winks back.
Yosafire’s hands are warm on Dialo’s skin, against her chest and the inside of her thighs. Dialo is distracted from the idea of helping her learn by fingers spreading inside of her. Rather than speaking she licks at Yosafire’s chest and hears her moans mingle with Froze’s gasps and Chelan’s sweet voice from the other bed.
With her eyes closed tight from pleasure she doesn’t know what Froze and Chelan are doing, only that it sounds like they’re enjoying it. She only regains some wits about her later, and then she’s too busy laying back and directing Yosafire to sit on her face to really pay attention. She’s sure Chelan has Froze well handled. For now, drawing out Yosafire’s gasps and making her cling hard to her horns is her focus.
When Yosafire finally lets go of her horns, Dialo sits up again, and looks over to the other bed where Chelan has Froze rubbing against her, wetness against wetness. They’re both near climax, and from here Dialo can better appreciate how beautiful Chelan is when she comes, flushed down to her collarbone and utterly gorgeous.
Froze is lovely too, of course. But Chelan is the most beautiful girl in the world, to Dialo. She’s sure Yosafire feels strongly enough about Froze to make up for that.
Chelan snuggles against Froze when they’re done, smiling into her chest, and so Dialo puts off talking to them about the reasons why they’re having difficulties with each other in bed. Instead she pulls Yosafire into her arms and pulls up the blanket over them. They’re adults, and they can sleep wherever and with whoever they choose. As long as everyone is happy, there’s no reason for anyone to tell them they can’t.
Morning comes too early.
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): Dialo, Chelan, Froze, Yosafire
Pairing(s): Dialo/Chelan/Froze/Yosafire, Dialo/Chelan, Yosafire/Froze
Genre: Smut/Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: The first time Dialo interprets Chelan’s invitation, Froze and Yosafire go bright red in the face.
Notes: PWP!
Yosafire and Froze are friends sworn in love, or at least that’s how Yosafire likes to phrase it. Froze, when asked by someone she won’t snap at, puts it as a simple ‘girlfriends’: even that much makes her tinge red around the ears.
Dialo and Chelan don’t put fancy words to what they have. Chelan smiles brightly when she’s asked, and Dialo translates as ‘we’re together’. They’ve always been together: they just kiss more and have more sex than they used to.
It’s not the sex that makes them together, though, and Yosafire and Froze are friends they trust completely. Which is why Dialo and Chelan are perfectly willing to invite them to share a night with them.
The first time Dialo interprets Chelan’s invitation, Froze and Yosafire go bright red in the face. Chelan tilts her head as she waits for a response, until Froze manages to stammer out, “We haven’t slept with each other yet.”
“Oh.” Dialo is too embarrassed to look at either of them, so she looks at Chelan instead, who is hiding her face behind her hands. “Please forgive us. Forget that.”
“I-it’s okay! Totally fine!” Yosafire coughs and quickly changes the subject to the weather and how the apple crop this year is doing. Dialo has never been more grateful to talk about pie making.
It’s several months later that Froze approaches them by herself and asks, quietly, if they could talk. Dialo nods and pulls her up a chair.
Froze fidgets before speaking. “I don’t have much experience, and Yosafire is… I want to make her happy.”
Dialo raises an eyebrow. “She would be happy if you kicked her accidentally in the process. Experience has nothing to do with it, she loves you.” Chelan chirps and Dialo adds, “Chelan’s right: if you were concerned about experience, you would be best off going to Etihw and Kcalb.”
“No! I would die of embarrassment if I did.” Froze is blushing, but manages to fix Dialo and Chelan with a serious expression despite that. “I want to learn h-how to make things good for her and you’ve been doing this longer than we have. Would you still let us spend a night with you?”
“Shouldn’t you be asking her this?” Dialo asks. “It’s fine with us, but you should be open with her.”
“I’ll ask her after this. ...Thank you.”
A few hours after Froze leaves, Yosafire walks in unannounced. She settles down in the chair Froze had been sitting in, to Dialo’s amusement. She looks serious. “So, I know you two have been seriously together for longer than me and Froze, and-”
“Whatever you do in bed, even if you’re not experienced, Froze will be happy because it’s you. It’s alright with Chelan and I if you two want to have a foursome with us, but you need to talk to each other first.” Dialo smiles a little. “Does that cover it?”
“Um… yeah, that’s pretty much everything I wanted to say.” Yosafire bounces to her feet again. “Thanks!”
About a week passes before Yosafire and Froze, together this time, ask if they could spend the night. Chelan smiles wide and leans over to kiss Froze on the lips, and that’s an answer.
Tempting as it is just to watch Chelan, all bright sunshine against Froze’s cold beauty, Dialo thinks it more fair to Yosafire to kiss her too. She’s even more enthusiastic than Chelan, so much so that Dialo has to temper her and remind her that there’s no race involved here. They have plenty of time tonight.
For one thing, getting to the beds is important before clothes come off. That much, Yosafire and Froze easily agree to.
While Chelan encourages Froze to be more bold and firm with her, Froze’s hands on her skin in more sensitive places rather than just the safety of her hips or sides, Dialo helps Yosafire be more moderate, taking a slower pace with her. With both of them in the same room, it’s easy to see why both of them felt they needed help.
They’re both beautiful. Dialo looks across the room at Froze and tells her, “You’re lucky,” while Chelan shares a wink with Yosafire. Froze blushes and Yosafire winks back.
Yosafire’s hands are warm on Dialo’s skin, against her chest and the inside of her thighs. Dialo is distracted from the idea of helping her learn by fingers spreading inside of her. Rather than speaking she licks at Yosafire’s chest and hears her moans mingle with Froze’s gasps and Chelan’s sweet voice from the other bed.
With her eyes closed tight from pleasure she doesn’t know what Froze and Chelan are doing, only that it sounds like they’re enjoying it. She only regains some wits about her later, and then she’s too busy laying back and directing Yosafire to sit on her face to really pay attention. She’s sure Chelan has Froze well handled. For now, drawing out Yosafire’s gasps and making her cling hard to her horns is her focus.
When Yosafire finally lets go of her horns, Dialo sits up again, and looks over to the other bed where Chelan has Froze rubbing against her, wetness against wetness. They’re both near climax, and from here Dialo can better appreciate how beautiful Chelan is when she comes, flushed down to her collarbone and utterly gorgeous.
Froze is lovely too, of course. But Chelan is the most beautiful girl in the world, to Dialo. She’s sure Yosafire feels strongly enough about Froze to make up for that.
Chelan snuggles against Froze when they’re done, smiling into her chest, and so Dialo puts off talking to them about the reasons why they’re having difficulties with each other in bed. Instead she pulls Yosafire into her arms and pulls up the blanket over them. They’re adults, and they can sleep wherever and with whoever they choose. As long as everyone is happy, there’s no reason for anyone to tell them they can’t.
Morning comes too early.