Jordan and Kelli sank gently into the lush embrace of Chloe’s sofa, their tiny forms almost swallowed by the expansive cushions. The fabric was an enigma, a luxurious weave that felt simultaneously delicate and sturdy beneath their fingertips, whisper-soft, yielding tenderly as though responding to their smallest shifts in weight. Even in their diminished size, the sofa cradled them, creating an intimate nook in the midst of the sprawling furniture.
A velvety black blanket cascaded from the edge of the sofa, flowing like liquid shadow, its folds tumbling elegantly down to gather in graceful pools upon the polished wooden floor. In the soft glow of the fire, it appeared almost alive, rippling subtly in the shifting light, a silken waterfall draped carelessly yet artfully, as if placed with intention by a skilled hand.
The room itself breathed warmth, suffused by the gentle crackle and pop of the fireplace that dominated the far wall. Flames flickered lazily, casting dancing shapes across the darkened walls, golden silhouettes that shimmered and played, creating stories told only in firelight. Each snap of burning wood was a calming lullaby, a reassuring presence that invited them deeper into comfort.
Yet there was another presence lingering gently in the air: a fragrance neither Jordan nor Kelli could identify. It hovered just at the edge of memory, a blend of something sweetly floral and subtly spiced, underscored by hints of exotic woods. It teased their senses, enigmatic and enticing, wrapping around them softly like a secret whispered in confidence.
Around the perimeter of the room, candles nestled within delicate wooden cages cast soft halos of golden illumination, their gentle flickers painting the walls with patterns of shadow and light. The effect was undeniably romantic, suffusing the space with an intimacy that hung palpably in the air, enveloping Jordan and Kelli in an ambience that felt deeply personal and private.
In this carefully crafted atmosphere, both Littles couldn’t help but feel they were intruders, tiny spectators in a scene meant exclusively for Chloe and Sara. The realization brought a gentle flush to their cheeks, a blend of embarrassment, curiosity, and quiet awe, as they settled further into the softness, acutely aware of their unintentional trespass into an evening clearly intended for others.
Sara’s footsteps whispered down the quiet corridor, each soft pad of her bare feet barely making a sound as they met plush, handwoven rugs that cushioned her path. Beneath her toes, the fabric felt comforting and thick, intricately woven patterns slightly textured underfoot, giving way to cool, polished stone in gentle contrast. The hallway itself was dimmed, lit only by faint pools of golden light spilling through doorways ajar, creating a serene and intimate atmosphere that enveloped Sara like a gentle embrace.
She had slipped into worn, oversized sweats, their softness evidence of countless washes, their fabric draping loosely around her frame. The hoodie she wore was unmistakably borrowed, a size or two too large, sleeves extending beyond her fingertips and bunching slightly at the wrists. Its color had faded to a gentle shade, and the familiar stitching of the Gracewood Lacrosse logo, worn almost to obscurity at the hem, hinted clearly that it had once belonged to Chloe. Its scent lingered faintly, comforting, familiar, and subtly evocative of its previous owner.
Sara’s curls were still damp from her hurried shower, falling in soft, loose spirals around her shoulders and framing her face in a gentle cascade. The fresh scent of shampoo lingered lightly in the air around her, clean and simple, enhancing the casual comfort of her appearance. Without the careful precision of makeup or the polished elegance of earlier attire, Sara looked refreshingly natural, her face glowing gently, cheeks touched by the faintest blush of warmth from the lingering heat of the shower.
In this unguarded moment, she appeared younger, softer somehow, like a girl who had wandered sleepily from a late-night slumber party rather than the poised young woman who had assisted with the earlier festivities. Her presence brought a genuine simplicity to the space, grounding the quiet elegance of Chloe’s home with a touch of warm humanity and gentle familiarity.
“I feel human again,” Sara sighed softly, her voice carrying a gentle relief as she turned to face Chloe, her expression brightening like the soft glow of dawn breaking through the clouds. The fatigue of the evening had washed away, leaving behind only warmth and tenderness as she moved toward her girlfriend, closing the small distance between them effortlessly.
“You look relaxed,” Chloe murmured appreciatively, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips as her eyes drifted affectionately over Sara’s cozy attire, lingering fondly on the oversized hoodie that practically engulfed her slender frame.
“You love me like this, Ms. Gracewood,” Sara teased gently, a playful smirk curling softly on her lips, her eyes sparkling with quiet mischief and comfortable familiarity.
Chloe let out a mock sigh of surrender, laughter threading gently through her voice. “Unfortunately, guilty as charged,” she confessed warmly, watching fondly as Sara dropped herself casually onto the sofa beside her. Despite Sara’s casual fall, the cushions barely stirred, the luxurious softness absorbing her impact completely, sparing the two Littles nestled nearby from any disturbance.
Without hesitation, Sara leaned into Chloe’s warmth, nestling against her girlfriend’s side. She gently tilted her head upward, pressing a tender kiss against the smooth curve of Chloe’s neck. Her lips brushed softly against Chloe’s skin, the faint warmth of her breath leaving a tantalizing trail as she kissed once more, slightly higher, just at the delicate juncture where Chloe’s neck met the graceful line of her jaw.
“I love you, Chloe,” Sara whispered softly, her voice barely above a breath, sweet and sincere, as she rested her head comfortably upon Chloe’s shoulder, fitting there perfectly, as though it had always been her place.
Chloe shifted gently, angling herself just enough to capture Sara’s lips in a kiss. The embrace was tender, yet deeply passionate, a gentle exploration filled with warmth and intimacy. Their lips moved slowly against each other, the kiss conveying every nuance of affection, devotion, and longing, as if the moment had been waiting patiently all evening just for them.
Related Images:
Welp it’s going to get awkward real fast for Jordan and Kelli ….. now granted they could have their own fun but I guess we’ll have to wait and see
Nah, the only fun Kelli will have is with talisa
Kelisa forever!
NEVER !!!!
MY EYES !!!!! It burns !!!!!
Talisa would be able to just flick jordan to the side as she takes her woman and lets Kelli have her way with her.
I think Talisa is nice enough to let him play around also as long as its on her body, lol.
–
You mean try to spin this into a “double date instead of being a third and fourth wheel?
I am with Vader, Kelli and Jordan are considered animals by the government so they should do what animals do and try to make some littles under a cover by embracing their heighted animal side to set the mood in the room lol.
😂
1) “The effect was undeniably romantic, suffusing the space with an intimacy that hung palpably in the air, enveloping Jordan and Kelli in an ambience that felt deeply personal and private. “ So did Chloe set that up for her and Sara?
2.1) “In this carefully crafted atmosphere, both Littles couldn’t help but feel they were intruders, tiny spectators in a scene meant exclusively for Chloe and Sara” sounsd like it, lol
2.2) “acutely aware of their unintentional trespass into an evening clearly intended for others” not like they were given a choice.
3) “The hoodie she wore was unmistakably borrowed, a size or two too large, sleeves extending beyond her fingertips and bunching slightly at the wrists.” always cute to see a girl in an oversized hoodie, I’m guessing Chloe’s.
4) “the familiar stitching of the Gracewood Lacrosse logo, worn almost to obscurity at the hem, hinted clearly that it had once belonged to Chloe. Its scent lingered faintly, comforting, familiar, and subtly evocative of its previous owner.” So Chloe plays lacrosse as well as hockey.
5) “I feel human again,” The littles got to feel that earlier.
6) “You look relaxed,” – “You love me like this, Ms. Gracewood,” – “Unfortunately, guilty as charged.” Relaxed is generally one of the best ways people can look, there’s something comforting about it.
7) “she rested her head comfortably upon Chloe’s shoulder, fitting there perfectly, as though it had always been her place.” This has been such a cute chapter, I love seeing Characters all lovey-dovey (with consenting partners).
8) “the kiss conveying every nuance of affection, devotion, and longing, as if the moment had been waiting patiently all evening just for them.” Awww
1) Chloe did set this up for her and Sara.As she wanted it to be special for Sara.
2.1) It definitely was. They didn’t know Kayla would get wasted. That wasn’t on anyone bingo card.
2.2) no other viable options were really available.
3) It is Chloe’s
4) Correct she also plays lacrosse.Well used too. She doesn’t play much anymore.
5) Everyone gets their turn so to speak.
6) I agree. I think people look their best when they are relaxed.
7) some moments bordering on sara praise from you. I’m glad you are liking it.
8) Two people happy.
1) I can see that.
2.1) Which would have still left Jordan third wheeling
2.2) I’m sure Chloe’s staff could have minded Jordan, lol.
4) So it’s from when she was younger, but still too big for Sara, lol.
5) Except Sara is always human, for the Littles, it’s only on special occasions
7) And I’m ok with that, my opinions of Sara haven’t changed too much, but I am trying to be a more positive person, I’ll still let ya know if she does something I don’t like, lol.