Olivia stood by the front door and put on her clothes, looking a bit sad to have to be doing so.
"Thanks for the wonderful time, Vivian! It was, you know... magical. Maybe literally."
"I'm so glad you came over! I feel... I don't even know how to put it into words. I just..."
Her eyes were on the verge of tearing up again, as she felt a wave of emotions starting to come over her.
"You don't have to!"
The two of them moved in for a kiss, but stopped.
"Shoot, we'd better not. If we get stuck again, I might miss work. I'm supposed to meet up with Lorenzo today. Kind of important."
"I'll take a rain check on that kiss, then," Vivian promised.
"Yeah, I guess we'll have to," she agreed, though she seemed sad to leave her new lover without some sort of show of intimacy.
"You could take one last peek at this silky-smooth vagina! Was that what you called it?"
"Hmm, I like how it feels most of all, buuuut... it does look absolutely fantastic! And I unfortunately didn't have much of a chance to get a close look yet."
Olivia got down on her knees and held her face less than a foot from Vivian's private parts, until she could feel her breath on her skin. Vivian held her hips forward to give her the best view possible.
"Oh my God..." she gasped. "That is soooo beautiful!"
She bit her lower lip and just gazed at Vivian's nude body, occasionally looking up to admire her breasts, with their abnormally long nipples. It was a strange feeling being ogled like that. She never imagined being put on display like that could feel good. Olivia's gaze wasn't predatory, like some of the people who make passes at her out on the street, or when one of her Instagram followers leaves a gross comment on one of her lingerie pics. She knew Olivia also saw the beauty of the person inside. She had proven that!
"Well, I think I'd better stop before I have a wet spot bad enough to show through!"
She stood up, and looked like she wanted to hug her, but tensed her arms at her side to stop herself. Not getting her goodbye hug or kiss looked like it was torture for her! Vivian did the best she could, and blew her a kiss. Olivia snickered, but returned the gesture. She opened the door a crack, peeked out into the stairwell for Vivian's sake, then opened it just wide enough to slip out.
"I'll call you when I'm done with work. Oh, I might be late today. I'll let you know."
"Okay. I'll see you soon." She paused, trying to work up the courage to say what hardly even needed to be said. Then why was it so hard? She swallowed, and then forced the words to come out.
"I love you!" Her heart seemed to stop mid-beat as she waited for Olivia's reply.
"I love you, too! Bye!"
And with that, she was gone.
All at once, a feeling of giddiness overcame her, almost overpowering! She had said she loved her! Her heart was melting! She did a quick little dance, not knowing how else to properly express her happiness. She flopped herself down across her couch, with both arms resting under her head on the armrest and one leg dangling over the other. She breathed in deeply, and let it all out in one big, happy sigh! She must have had the stupidest grin of all time on her face, but she couldn't have cared less.
She rubbed her hand over the leather on her couch. Olivia's bare skin had touched that leather. She wasn't sure how that made her couch special, especially when her bare skin had been all over her, too, but it did. She thought about Olivia's kisses (kisses so good they were nearly impossible to pull away from), remembered the warm feeling of their bare bodies touching, her hand gently massaging her crotch, somehow even more tender and loving than it was sexual, though it was that, too. But there was more to it than that. Those pleasant sensations were just physical things to associate with the less tangible aspects of Olivia's person: her kind words, her support and compassion, how she put her at ease and brought her comfort, how Vivian felt safe with her.
"Aww, I think somebody's in looooove!" the voice of Abigail rang in her head, sickeningly sweet with sarcasm. "Ugh. You're practically tittering like a schoolgirl after her first kiss. Well, at least she knows how to fuck, so there's that."
"God damn it, Abigail! Do you have to shit on everything that makes me happy? But seriously, though, thanks for staying out of it all last night. I did appreciate the space you gave us."
"You mean thank you for making it happen in the first place? Thank you for making you feel a tingle in your otherwise bone-dry loins, and for almost literally dragging her home with you?"
Suddenly, Vivian felt the desire to put her clothes back on. That feeling of safety that Oliva had created was vanishing. But she also needed a shower first. She could feel dried sweat all over her skin, and she wasn't even sure how much of it was hers, so she threw her old clothes into the hamper and stepped into the bathroom.
"Hey, at least she's down with your weird magic tricks!" Vivian said, trying to change the subject to something they could agree on.
"MY weird tricks? YOU'RE the one who decided to touch the mirror with your nipples instead of your hand like a normal person. What was I supposed to do? NOT spring the trap because you were in danger of liking it?"
"Oh, whatever! YOU'RE the one keeping the nipple theme going! Although... you know what? You're right. Maybe Olivia and I are getting into it. So, how about no more kink shaming, and we all agree to enjoy what we enjoy with no judgements? By the way, since we're talking about it, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. When my boobs get stuck... or any part, really..., I noticed pulling on it never seems to hurt. Is that part of the same 'stuck' thing that you do to me?"
"Yes, of course it is. The idea behind the binding curse was to trap whoever touches the mirror, not rip a little skin off and let them go free."
"Kind of what I figured. So, I was wondering, is there any way you can let Olivia get that benefit, too? When we had out nipples stuck together, it hurt her to pull too hard. It would be nice to be able to struggle a little harder next time."
"That could be difficult. It's complicated magic. I was trapped in there for several lifetimes, and I still haven't figured out how all of it works. I don't know if I can spread it through skin to skin contact alone, but maybe I can find a way."
"And what about my nipples growing? I have a sneaking suspicion you might know something about that, too. Is that something else you learned from the mirror?"
"No. That's a little trick I figured out myself."
