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Pin sat down on the fuzzy, green grass as she furrowed her eyebrows in disappointment and anger.
"Stupid Leafy.. stupid niceness chart.. stupid everything...!"
Gripping the grass with her hands, the thumbtack felt tears prick up to her eyes.
All the while, the leaf in question was having a conversation with Bubble about nature, not that Pin cared enough to listen in. She had heard soft cries coming from the pushpin, flicking her head in the sound's direction.
There, she saw Pin cradled in a little ball; muttering to herself. Leafy changed her expression from curiosity of the noise to sadness and confusion as to why her friend had been so distressed. She quickly turned back to her bubble companion and gave a brief explanation as to why she needed to leave and that they'd resume the discussion later.
The green leaf graciously walked to the pin in front of her, as to not startle the poor thing more then she'd already been. She slowly placed a warm, welcoming hand onto the other's shoulder, before tenderly asking "Pin, are you okay..? Is something wrong?"
Pin responded, shocked by his soft touch, by flinching and swiftly turning around in surprise; letting out a short "Aaugh!"
"L-Leafy? What are you doing here?" She spoke, her accent growing more strong as she felt the emotions well up inside of her as if they were to burst at any second.
Her dear friend responded with more of a cacophonous tone, growing in urgency about the shorter pushpin's current state. "W-Well, I saw you crying! You could've gotten hurt or sad and I wouldn't be there to help! Isn't that what friends are for?" She asked, adding the last part with a meekly tone begging for reassurance.
She had none of the required bravery to stand a chance against her dear lemon leaf friend, voice too kind and emotions far more delicate than to be shattered by unkind words, or just denying of the problem. He'd think that Pin shoved her sadness to the side, too afraid to talk to her. And the red thumbtack wouldn't want that for the world! So, as if commanded by her oh-so-delicate friend, she responded in a whisper.
"I'm not on the top of your niceness chart..!" She quietly sobbed, feeling green ooze drip down her cheek as she waited to see the greenery's response. What the said reaction was surprised the red pin; eyes lighting up and his voice becoming more frank.
"Oh!"
"Well, maybe I could find a way to get you on the very top! Well, right below me, of course! I just need a favor in return, how's that sound?" Leafy exclaimed, voice almost giddy.
Hm. That actually sounded like a quite fair plan! The thumbtack thought to herself, the leaf deserved something in return if it was to please her, no?
"How could I pay you back though, Leafy? Do you want some of my pastries?"
Oh, how Leafy loved her pastries; Pin was so talented and delicate as to how she handled them. She had such a skill for them, such as how her honeycomb spongecake danced on her tongue as waves of flavor hit her like arrows.
But, alas, that is not what the leaf wanted-
She just wanted Pin.
Her attention, her care, her love her touch; only in a way she could do. But she had no way of expressing that. What if the thumbtack didn't reciprocate her more vulgar feelings? They were used to cuddling and light pecks of affection; "Jokes" as she called it. Leafy was always careful with the people she cared for most; she didn't want to ruin such a romantic bond with another again. She didn't want Pin to end up like Fiery.
Now was her chance. She hitched her breath in an attempt to sound more cheery, yet concupiscent.
Twiddling her thumbs in an attempt to distract herself from utter embarrassment, she finally gave in to her own erotic and lustful urges never meant to come from the lips of someone so pure and gentle.
"Well, could we try something, say, a little more 'personal'? Maybe carnal in a sense? I know it isn't your style of affection, but wouldn't it be nice to do something different for a change?"
Pin buffered at her words. Leafy of all people, so innocent and kind, asking for something so ruthlessly lewd? What did the leaf even mean by her words? Was she just overreacting?
She felt those unpleasant droplets of goo return, breathing heavy and sharp. How could she possibly answer something like this in a reasonable manner?
Leafy looked back at the thumbtack with bated breath, awaiting her response. When she noticed a lack in movement or answer, she spoke up once more to place a hand on the other's; seemingly admiring every small crevice of Pin's body the leaf could get her hands on.
Still worried, she softened her tone to the one that Pin was accustomed to. An "Are you okay, Pin?" slipped from her mouth, then seemingly whispering to herself at such a volume the other could hear at. "Oh no, did I say something wrong?"
The red pin's sharp point gleamed in the sun as she reorganized her thoughts to finally speak; hiding her flushed demeanor behind her confident, almost emotionless eyes.
"L-Leafy, I'm not sure, wouldn't that be unethical? You deserve that sort of love, sure, but how come from me?" She questioned the other, failing to mask the concern in her voice. What if she hadn't provided enough care already? Was Leafy going to leave her, one of the few she truly cared for?
The questions bubbled up just as quickly the leaf blew them away; the raw tenderness in her voice present.
"Shh, Pin, I get where you're coming from, but I think both you and I deserve a bonding experience, not only as a way to repay me, but to strengthen our friendship!"
His words alone calmed the pointed object, even if they were questionable in retrospect. She did want to bond with the other, and her payment was necessary thanks to the latter's generosity when confronting her.
"Well, what would you like to do? I don't know how I could possibly repay you, Leafy! It just seems unfair, don't you think?"
It wasn't that the pin was declining, but more as she didn't know why she was receiving such treatment. I mean, if she wanted to do such things with the leaf, she had to be perfect about it, or else who knows how he would react! Besides, she was the closest companion she had, so letting her guard down and giving Leafy the opportunity to coerce her into whatever she pleased seemed the best possible route to take.
Leafy sighed, as a welcoming smile grew across her face. "I think it's fair enough that we're experiencing something together, don't you?" She took a quick breath and pushed through her thoughts.
"And I would never do something to you that could hurt you! Besides, you're still my friend, not someone who doesn't deserve to have fun. So if I'm going to do anything with you, I'll make sure we're both enjoying it, alright?"
Judging from Pin's nods, the greenery accepted that as a sign of assurance. She began to speak once more as the other took in her words.
"Do you mind if we walk to my place? It's just a block or so away, and I think you'd prefer some alone time, would you not?"
Without saying a word, the red plastic grabbed the delicate leaf's hand and huffed, blush lightly glazing her cheeks. She tried lifting herself up, to no avail; legs wobbly from her crouched position and weakened stamina.
Leafy, noticing how weak the other's balance was, decided to go through the treacherous process of picking the maroon tack up. See, Pin was on the chubbier side; not by much, but she found herself a major sweet tooth when it came to the countless treats she made. To contrast with the leaf, she was also quite short, making it easy for most to scoop her up (unless you were as frail as Leafy, in that case you'd be picking quite a struggle).
Heaving Pin into her shaky arms and beginning the short walk to her cozy apartment would seem much longer to the greenery, struggling with each step from the unfamiliar weight. Alas, the need for her friend to be as comfortable as possible surpassed his physical limits, finally arriving at the door.
"Oh, gosh! I forgot my keys... whoops.."
Her eyelids drooped down in defeat, before flickering back up from a reminder from her jumbled thoughts. There was a key above the door frame!
As awkward as it was, the lemon leaf pressed her side against the door to not damage the very fragile woman (the one in question would say otherwise) in her grasp, reaching for the key before ultimately unlocking the door with her strained, outstretched arms.
Kicking the door open and hustling over to her cozy bed, the pin being softly set down while Leafy caught her breath, winded beyond belief.
While she huffed and puffed and collapsed onto the ground, Pin found herself looking around the room.
Leafy's small apartment had a sort of cottage feel to it, LED lights taped to almost every corner of the walls and vines hanging through each doorway. Her bed was covered with sheepskin, soft, fuzzy layers contrasting the hardwood floors. Curtains draped over all the windows; knitted by the leaf herself. A ray of light gleamed down onto Pin whilst the sun just touched the horizon.
The red plastic and shiny metal tip of the object reflected against the serene sky, painting a picture so naturally heavenly it was indescribable.
At least to the leaf.
Only in the greenery's eyes an image of the thumbtack should be seen in such a manner. She wasn't a religious person, by any means, but the sight almost made her believe in such a thing. Gleaming eyes against the cherub dazzled her in ways she did not think possible. It was perhaps ethereal, not disturbed by even the soft sounds of conversation from the open window. A sacred friend; no- a love- that she held in her heart only. It felt empyreal through the lens of Leafy.
She felt lightheaded; dazed by utter perfection. Her breath stayed heavy, now for another reason. If she wasn't as responsible with her mouth, curses would fall from it in long strings. But she held back as to not disturb the other. Instead, she swayed to the soft sleeping quarter and fell down next to her lifelong companion.
Pin's maroon plastic and sharp metal tip absorbed the sunlight, wrapping her up like a cozy blanket. Interrupted by the sudden noise, she turned her body to face the other and squinting due to the sudden absence of natural light.
"Whuh.. o-oh, I see you've caught your breath, Leafy!"
Every breath grew sharper as a faint blush filled her cheeks, staccato growing stronger as a natural reflex to embarrassment or surprise. Trying, and failing to drive attention away from her flushed appearance, she let out an audibly nervous and forced chuckle. But God, it seemed as the leaf was close enough to feel the other's plastic touch against her silky surface.
The pin usually felt wrong about these things, these horrible thoughts. How she dare come in contact with anyone she didn't give her full attention to. Besides; she hadn't ever received any physical affection (except maybe from Coiny once in a while) so it felt foreign, odd. Pin hated when things were obscure to her.
But wasn't Leafy so dear to her? Why did she feel so natural and warm with a friend, an alliance member? It repulsed her in the deepest corners of her mind and chest.
Before Leafy started humming.
It wasn't a song Pin ever heard of, but it felt right in that moment. Almost bittersweet. It seemed as if the leaf unknowingly ripped her heart in half and helped her tape it together. That's the best she could word it at that moment. Her murmurs drifted through the air and seemed to fly out the opened window, so tender and calm. It wasn't even intentional, just a simple gesture to pass time. She just kept asking herself why. Why she was feeling this way, why Leafy seemed so comfortable with her here, practically an intruder, and why the lemon leaf was so generous to someone like her. They were polar opposites, and it seemed light always shined brighter when the other was around. It didn't make any sense. But, at that moment, for once, it didn't seem to matter.
She shut her tired eyes closed, resting her hands on her smooth plastic base around her stomach. In her dazed state, she barely realized the lemon leaf had shuffled those few inches closer; entranced by her warmth and somehow drawn to it.
Leafy used the other's weight as leverage to wrap her arms around the pointed tack. She felt the sun on her green roots as well when she tightened her grip; hug still somehow soft yet filled with delight. It felt natural to him, to be this close to the one she felt dearest to. And she possibly saw that same thought going through the other girl's mind.
Pin froze, mind blank. Still unable to stutter, she held her breath and felt her maroon plastic heat up. Trying to not ruin the moment, perhaps.
So when Leafy nudged closer into her, she let out a small gasp of excitement. She saw that as a positive reaction, perhaps her constant outlook on life as well as others played a part. Therefore, the leaf took it upon herself to graze her soft lips on the other's smooth covering.
Her immediate response was to let out a small whimper of excitement, higher than normal from the dizzying cutoff of oxygen. Instead of staying completely still, straining every muscle, or practically shaking in a kind of frenzy- she found herself in a serene middle ground; melting into her touch with the constant surges of bliss. Negative thoughts of ignorance and lustful passion hit her like waves- but the pin seemed to embrace the roughness of her ideas instead of shunning them into the black abyss of her mind.
The greenery's eyes seemed to light up in surprise, but somehow still kept his calm demeanor; feeling the thumbtack melt under her touch.
It was a surprise enough that Pin had agreed to do anything past what she thought her fine line between friendship and suggestive matters, but to go as far as embracing them? The mere thought of it made her almost squeal with pure joy.
It wasn't just because she had made her dear friend so willing and vulnerable, it was because she was the one doing it. How she was probably- no, definitely- the only person who could get the precious thumbtack in such a state. How she was so different from all those times she'd hung out with other contestants.
As a result, the leaf's mind wandered; straying from the moment and indulging in the possibilities. He struggled to snap back to reality, too invested in countless thoughts of admiration and excitement.
So, she whispered to herself- but a whisper where it was meant to talk to the other in a sense. A simple "I love you" graced her lips. One phrase so powerful, so true and so raw it was beyond comprehension. At any other given time, it would take immense courage to say such a thing. But it felt perfectly right at such a degree whereas there was no thought put into stopping the words from drifting through the air.
Those single words seemed to change Pin's entire outlook of everything. She couldn't conjure up a reason as to why someone so impeccable in every single way would even think of uttering such words to someone like herself. She had no way of expressing her love for someone as dear as Leafy; already in debt of her constant kindness.
Before continuing her train of thought, she came to a halt. Did she love Leafy back?
Well, the first and most obvious answer would be no, at most platonic. Pin swore not to put anyone over herself, especially when it came to obscene things such as romance. Even thinking of such a thing brought a discomforting shiver down the thumbtack's spine. But the more she thought of it, the more she realized what Leafy truly meant to her. Doesn't someone as chaste as her warrant undying love and affection? And for it to be her, Pin- given the order to follow that idea? Found worthy of any attention from the leaflet? It was incomprehensible in the best possible way. All she could do was whisper back.
"I.. love you too, Leafy."
God, it amazed the taller object how much that phrase meant. She would have gone through the almost unfathomable amount of effort to find a reason to justify the sudden, uncharacteristic change from her love's usual shunning of physical or verbal affection if not for her hazy and fogged mind being overtaken by Pin's such heartfelt and sincere acts.
Just then, timed seemed to slow down to almost a halt, especially to the leaf. Hustling on top of her with much effort required both of his legs to rest on the outside of the others'. Her shaky hands graced the artificial sides of the thumbtack as she took the time to gaze upon the almost crimson red coloring that lined her plastic. There was no imperfection, no single small crevice that contained a flaw. It stayed quite silent after that; whether from not knowing what to do next or if it was just too picturesque for the either of them to move- the latter option being more surprising considering the more common, pessimistic approach her personality formed itself around. It was quite intriguing to both members of the party, unexpectedly more to the host of the behavior. She found her positive outlook shining up and ricocheting against her dearest's chlorophyll, smile so warm and tender it softened even the most dense of people; going as far as blessing anyone who had fell under her truly divine gaze.
Dark green hands explored the pin's touch-starved body; the receiver gladly complying with just the way she relaxed into each prod or drag of fingers against her. Jolting from each sensitive spot sparked a form of twisted curiosity in the leaf; seeing Pin's growing lust and yearning for more physical contact under her pooled in his stomach, each movement more meaningful then the last.
She could feel the shudder on the shorter girl's skin when she reacted to the dreadfully slow movement of Leafy's forearms all the way down to her fingers, grazing her back. Her movements seemed to linger on with each different action- not in a way to overstimulate the poor pin but instead lightly teasing her, finally pressing her naturally yet captivating lips against Pin's chapped, cracked ones. She wasted no time to breathe, besides, no proper friend like herself would treat Pin any less then a sacred deity she was blessed the love of; not a single muscle moved without the intent of granting pleasure to her one and only.
Pin was caught mid-breath as she was dived into true pleasure. How could her blessed leaf be so overtaken with doing such a personal, foul act? Especially with her, of all people? It was truly embarrassing; catching herself enjoying and endorsing such ludicrous actions!
Such thoughts stained her mind whilst the lemon leaf caressed all of the thumbtack that she could; unshackling the chains of her mind that held her down. Ripping away from the tender interlocking of the two's lips left a thin string of saliva connected to each other. The way every single color seemed much brighter and the gleaming mix of Leafy and her fluids struck a vein in Pin, sensing a light, pleasurable, tingle in her lower abdomen. She couldn't exactly pinpoint (see what I did there) where it came from or why, yet yearned for more.
It was practically muscle memory for her to be resistant, yet when she tried to plead against the greenery's actions, nothing came out except a strained whisper.
"f-fuck, Leafy.."
She intentionally quieted her curses, as such language was improper in such rare situations like these. But when Leafy's attention graced the stern-like eyes that would only belong to Pin; her gaze filled with realization and sympathy, seeming to stop dead in his tracks in worry if she had taken it too far. The sudden lack of contact stung to the shorter, trying- and failing- to mask the pleading for her warm, natural touch once more.
Realizing she must speak up in order to receive that oh-so-euphoric feeling, the thumbtack cleared her throat- immoral thoughts not receiving the same treatment. Oh, how having a sense of freedom yet still feeling controlled under her true beauty's influence sent sparks flying. She fought the urges of thrusting her body against the leaflet's to maintain some sort of physical friction when she felt that same, welcoming tingle ring stronger. She must stay focused!
Voice still squeaky, somehow also retaining her arrogance and almost domineering tone most prominent in social situations. It was almost some sort of ego boost to the one above her, gaining the ability to coerce her into such a position.
"N-no, it wasn't like that! I'm not upset or anything! It's just.." Her words trailed off as she gulped. Sure, she had a sweet spot for Leafy just as anyone should; but she was a leader! someone who doesn't give up, no matter how tempting the offer was.. just thoughts about something indecent in that manner deserved her spot in that wretched chart to plummet, let alone speaking about those very thoughts!
The taller girl looked down at her with a sultry gaze. Her smooth voice didn't show any negative intent, although Pin could beg to differ; suffering from her charisma and light teases. "Just what, Pinny? Would you like something?"
She tacked on that last part to urge the pin further to finally spilling out what she truly felt, although those chances were slim. Knowing her friend, she could sense his hints of pushing her off the edge; but too in love to accept it for how it really was.
There was no backing down, especially for someone in such a responsible position as Pin was. But when she heard those words, that all came crashing down. She isn't supposed to submit, she's supposed to be in control! Her pitch wavered as she tried to retort, failing to whisk away those lucrative thoughts.
"No, I d-don't know what you're talking about.."
The pin was quite good at masking her true feelings; almost at the point where it was something to be applauded, if it wasn't for Leafy's current mental state.
She clearly wasn't having it. Pulling the thumbtack's chin up softly, and putting on a face of disappointment. "I guess you don't want to return that favor after all, then.."
Seeing how quickly her lemon leaf seemed unsatisfied, she felt willing to give her body up and submit to the one she held most dear. Almost moaning from the sudden action, bordering one that could be perceived as jagged and rough. Still her feelings of self-righteousness for clinging onto her noble standards plagued her head; instead replying with a mix of the two options.
"No, please..! You do deserve proper payment for your help, I wouldn't disagree with you for the world!"
Voice cracking under her voice gave a sense of delightful nervousness, slowly bending under the weight of her love.
Anyone could notice the smugness in Leafy's voice, building up with each of her witty, smooth remarks; any negative connotations wiped away from a single look at the leaf's face. She couldn't help but chuckle when Pin dodged her question, the green of her cheeks brightening- setting a contrast between the leaf's reddish ones.
It seemed as time passed in short beats and long, drawn out phrases; a dizzying yet somewhat pleasurable mess for the two. At this point, Leafy wanted to spend not even one more second stalling. There was no time to waste when she'd had the love of her life handed to her on a sliver platter, was she not?
So, with a quick glance at the window draped with her quilted creations, the leaf practically nose-dived into another kiss, smothering Pin's face with the same lips that would interlock only with her. The embrace left marks of dark purple against the reddened plastic along with pleasured bruises of euphoria.
Urges of not only receiving pleasure, but giving it almost drove the poor greenery to insanity (a good kind, if you were to be in Pin's place); rubbed at her in just the right way, feeling an almost slimy appendage make its way through the opening of her delicate slit.
According to Leafy, it only seemed to come out when the time was right; those moments being few and far between. The green pigment matched the base of Leafy's skin, although a dark green gradient showed at the very tip. It represented the form of a stamen, if the anther had shrunk to match any leaf's given size- as so did the filament. The tentacle tugged to get any form of friction, seemingly radiating a desirable warmth as if it was used to lure a mate.
The presence of this newfound guest was not made clear to the tack; too caught up in embracing the increasingly (for lack of a better term)- horny- plant. Due to the friction placed on her lower half, she only noticed a faint tinge of nectar hang in the air. Nonetheless, the now fully budded organ had jabbed into both of their concisenesses. Such a person like Pin had no right being drawn to something suggestive- and being the one to invoke it?! God, it would've made her burn with rage if it's oozing, disgusting, slimy self didn't belong to the one person she could never deny. Too bad it did.
As soon as the thumbtack's expression changed, her companion noticed. One of the many positives when it came to a people pleaser like Leafy was her ability to notice just about anything, reading anyone's emotions like an open book. He shifted his head to follow the directions of Pin's pupils, only to be met with a tentacle dripping with her arousal. Immediately flicking her green-tinted eyes back to the other's red ones, it was apparent the pin's darkest thoughts contradicted her nervous appearance.
When trying to force out a response to the lemon leaf's deafening silence, she only let out a desperate whine. Every single small noise or jolt from Pin made the other's dick twitch in desire. It was so alluring, how each movement was filled with meaning and grace.
Driving Leafy further into the thought of (figuratively) breaking her.
Hands greedy for more touch, more friction whilst still managing to sweetly nuzzle the shorter woman in an embrace. Slowly moving down to Pin's lower half and dragging her fingers down so passionately yet lingering just enough to get a positive reaction waiting for more touch that never came. Sparking an ounce of courage from a particularly pleasing, seemingly drawn-out moan, deriving from a slide of the leaf's fingers down her metal tip, that exact hand drove down to her thighs in an agonizingly slow couple of seconds.
Brushing against her lover's maroon colored clit as Leafy made her sweet time moving down to her lover's calves, eliciting such a precious and distinctive noise that could only belong to Pin. Muttering words almost incomprehensible if you didn't carefully listen in; expressing love in the single most passionate way she could. Begging silently for the contact she shunned for far too long would leave her on the brink of tears if not for the taller's generosity- tracing circles around her part most denied of touch.
Slipping out Leafy's name through her moans whilst struggling to hold back her desperate demeanor wasn't a good look for the thumbtack, face contorted into one of painful bliss as she gripped the leaf's sides with weak arms to pull her closer.
Her begs were finally fulfilled when two fingers brushed against her throbbing pussy once more, Leafy's name dragged against Pin's tongue in a choked sob of pleasure. Only for the contact to fade just as fast as it came, retracting into absolute nothingness. Whines echoed through the thumbtack when the touch lingered for no more then a couple of seconds, cursing under her breath. How could she be denied such a thing? She deserved nothing less, being such a perfect leader for her team!-
The pin's train of thought was cut off just as it began to spiral- a low voice that barely sounded as if it belonged to Leafy. He hushed out a command no short from demanding, leaving a sense of arousing urgency.
"Pin, I'm only going to give you what you want if you stop squirming. You don't want me to get annoyed, do you?"
Even though the threatening tone was present, she knew that her dear lemon leaf wouldn't be bothered by such a thing, just a minor inconvenience. Still, the thumbtack nodded her head urgently in fear of stalling her pleasure any longer.
She sighed in relief once she felt Leafy's soft, warm fingers enter her once more. It was a complete contrast from the normally frigid temperatures Pin usually kept her plastic in. It was one of many differences between the two, but they both found a way to admire each and every quality the other shared.
The pin strayed far from any type of self-love, it being a sign of weakness to her. Knowing that, it made the poor girl almost burst into tears of ineffable joy once her dear Leafy sped up the pace and added a second finger in.
Without a second to breathe, Pin grasped for the sheets she was laying upon before arching her back to somehow fit more length into her. She was caught so deep in pleasure that it was impossible to notice the leaf's eyes glaring down at her with newfound 'anger'. The almost impossible task of staying still, despite her efforts, was not reached. Seemingly, placing such a high bar for the thumbtack was a perfect way to let out lascivious urges in form of a punishment. (not that one was earned).
Pushing that bar to unfathomable extents, even counting the strong woman's already supreme skills in every physical manner, was an activity unusual to the naked eye. The payoff for completing an order or challenge- especially from the one who she required to impress the most- was incredible. Imagining a demeaning comment or talking down to felt like an arrow through Pin's chest. An action that, even when meant to be negative, still invoked pleasure in the deepest corners of her mind. It was sickeningly intoxicating.
It was quite difficult to suppress the squeal that begged to come out of Leafy's mouth when she saw the opportunity to bring an idea to light. An almost devilish grin grew on her previously nonchalant, yet smug face. Each stride of her fingers had meaning, attacking areas her dear was most sensitive to. Already failing at Leafy's only demand made Pin collapse in on herself, accepting what was to come- nonetheless basking in the euphoria of the moment. Oh, lord was she in for it now.
Even if it was hard for someone as easily excited as the lemon leaf, she kept her composure somehow. Voice absent of cracks or a sense of joy, but still lacking a feeling of anger, gaze as well as voice burning through the thumbtack's red eyes.
"Oh, Pinny, didn't you hear me already? I thought I told you to stay still. Is that too hard for you, even being such a strong leader?"
The nickname assigned to her gave Pin a tinge through her body. It was a desire, at the least, and at most a necessity to please her one and only. She never truly opened herself up, her thought process being that if she was never sensitive, nobody would take advantage of her. Spiraling into the same loops of repressed emotions and waves of guilt was seen as normal in the thumbtack's eyes. Never had she found someone as understanding of her complex emotions until Leafy came along. Anything without her as a companion, someone to guide her through all hardships, felt empty; desolate in comparison. Even if, in that moment, she knew very well that her physical strength surpassed the leaf's with no question, somehow that was whisked away the second beloved's words, sweeter then her own baked confectionaries, had processed in her mind.
Meanwhile, Leafy's mind toiled away at the thought of one of her most prized possessions; and if she could bear to see her beloved's reaction to the few things that fulfilled all requirements to be seen as nothing less than mere perfection. An item so precious, almost solely because of its striking resemblance to a close friend.
Not just made out of a purely erotic mindset the piece of greenery found herself in, but in deep mental caverns buried into her mind. Blood, sweat and tears were put into about all of her works (metaphorically) no matter what creative outlet she was using; whether that be painting, writing, or, most commonly, knitting. And a project that was a reminder of her one truest love had to be made with intense care.
Each detail was perfected on each of the leather and woolen cuffs; each metal spike's base wrapped in satin. Small, red stitches carved the line between the gruff maroon material and the soft, the welcoming feel of the leaf's handmade knits spanning the restraints' inner walls.
Collecting dust in a small, padded case fit with a built-in lock reserved only for important things like these that didn't bear to see the light of day. She thought of this as creepy, it was quite unnerving for most. Besides, the mental state someone would have to be in while making an object that required such exquisite detail for just a close friend, 'with benefits', as Firey would jokingly say in response to the obsessive way Leafy brought the girl in question into almost all conversations, was something to note.
Should she even bring them up now? Would it creep Pin out? What if-
Her facade of a sly and cunning demeanor began to slip. If not for experience in the field of holding back streams of tears, she'd be dead. Realizing it now, all of the warm and fuzzy feelings she had around friends was just filler; tricking her back into her old ways. How gullible of her, thinking she could love anyone again.
Typical Leafy.
As soon as her face began to wilt, her partner noticed immediately. Flicking her gaze to one of compassion, assuming the constant perfectionism the leaf tried to meet had taken over. The taller of the two said in an almost choked voice:
"What?"
It was hard to bring up any of the millions of thoughts in her head, so Pin resorted to what she had felt in her dazed state of realization. "I-I still can't believe we're doing this, y'know.." She looked off into the now setting sunset, head lazily turning to the side in the process. The sun had fallen over a gradient sky filled with rosy oranges and the few sparks of yellow the fading sun had left to offer whilst her face filled with so many countless emotions compacted into a single gaze of a soft, welcoming smile. And with an exasperated voice still lacking any negative connotation, Leafy responded with a single "Yeah." and a warm chuckle. They both finally felt home again.
"I-" Words caught in her mouth, the plant searched for any words that would assure her actions. What felt like hours was merely seconds as tension was cut before it could build to a climax.
"What I'm trying to say is, uh, fuck." Leafy had the vocabulary of a sailor when it came down to anything stressful, restraint never seeming to hold back such informal words in the presence of someone so special and undeserving to hear words such as those.
"Just tell me if you get uncomfortable, okay? The last thing I want is you unhappy. Please, for me?" She had her boundaries like any other person, and she was one to stand her ground and say no of all things. But the way Leafy had felt so safe to open up and ask for any type of feedback made Pin's heart flutter. All she could do in response was grip the sheets tighter and nod, giving a guttural "Y-yeah." as the most she could utter out. She was too horny to care about the sound of her voice, anyway. Her eyes were locked onto the leaf before she slipped under the soft bed, head still faintly visible over the countless fluffy cushions and feathered sheets.
Blindly searching for the box with her fingertips, her green hands felt the leathery lining of the case and pulled it up with a grunt. Not that it was heavy, but done with a delicacy that required such an effort. He carefully laid it on the bed before Pin, then swiftly snatching the keys previously beside it. Taking a second to glance back at the thumbtack, still lying on the bed with her eyes glazed with curiosity of what could be inside, gave her a chance to cut the tension.
Voice slashing through the thinning air like a blade, Leafy offered some much needed answers to any and all questions; slowly easing into the subject as there was no room for objection.
"So, you know how I like knitting, right?" She questioned, seeming more like a statement when taking into account how long both of the girls had known each other. It was noticeable that he had looked off to the side midway through her sentence as if it would kill for eye contact. Luckily, Pin shook off the gesture, as it was common for the both of them to find the act discomforting.
"Yeah, why?"
Leaning into a subject slowly and steadily was always the leaf's way to get around a taboo topic, finding it much easier to comprehend things with metaphors and analogies; heavily differing from the other's liking to get things straight to the point. And, despite the two's countless differences, they both found a way to coexist and adapt with each other, hand in hand, with unblemished harmony.
The words caught in her throat refused to give way, coughing almost as if she was directly choking on her sentence- or if it was to give him another second to think.
"Well, I had been working on one of my projects, and it's a one of my most prized possessions." A weight seemed to lift off her shoulders once those dreaded words trickled out of her mouth, giving the mental impression of spitting out a spoiled meal. "And it's for you."
Her subtle change in volume when referring to the tack seemed absurd to the one in question. Something for her? Impossible, inconceivable, unearned. How dare Leafy waste her precious time on such a person as herself? Objecting the fact was the only viable option, lest she'd get sick from the thought of wasted time. Yet the look of despair from her partner was leagues more detrimental then any illness, mental or not. Alas, the final choice was to let her continue.
Leafy spun the box around and carefully slid the key through the built-in lock, then turning it- causing a faint 'click' noise to erupt from the case. She sighed from her complete lack of prowess, nonetheless overshadowed by one of complete elation.
Carefully opening the container, countless vintage-esque memories hit him like rounds of a gun; the smell of a new car and the gratifying sensation of the inside velvet lining being serene. Looking at the glass that contained each handcuff left a reflection of the leaf's own eyes staring back at her, giving nothing but a smile as she closed the box once more.
Shuffling herself with a heaved breath back onto the soft bed, knees bent into a kneel in front of Pin, almost as a display. She held up the leathery container as one would in a proposal; basking in its' true glory. With quivering hands, the top was pulled back and lifted in display for the woman to see.
Confusion was present before swiftly taken away, so utterly ecstatic to be in the presence of such a gift that it would be an honor of its' own. No true emotion transuded her body until met with such revered beauty so sacred it made her want to weep from the pureness.
"Y-you made these?" She asked, ignoring all common sense in her thought process, refusing to accept such an immaculate thing was made with her in mind.
Indirectly answering her question, Leafy silently begged for any recognition. "Do you like it?"
There was no denying it, the taller was intelligent in all forms of the word, yet her seemingly raw confession seemed utterly bizarre. In no way would such an unblemished, ideal object, would have someone's hatred! Heart spilling from the leaflet's chest, so deep into every and all of her works, left them touched by the gods; tainted.
"Do I like it?" She sputtered, the thought almost comical. "God, Leafy, I love them! Did you seriously make them for me?"
Her voice was sincere, which let the plant's sense of humor getting the better of him; letting out a giggle in the process.
"Yes, Yes, of course I made them for you! Who else in the world deserves such a thing?" She almost shrieked; her voice box reaching its' limit from an amalgamation of emotions. A switch was flicked internally as soon as Pin expressed any positive reaction (as one would expect from such a gift). Exhilaration coursed through her veins like blood, relishing the moment of connection between the two.
"Well, I mean, do you want to, maybe, try them on? I've never quite put them to use, and I could use a little feedback..!" She added, voice chirping up despite her inner craving for more contact. Surprisingly, his eyes didn't seem to dart from her; a stare that could only be described as the final stab of a dagger into sun-kissed flesh. To guarantee her dear Pinny's comfort, the shackles were designed for the girl specifically. Not just from the visual similarities, but from each certain texture that would guarantee a comfortable wear, not letting any of either's sensory issues get in the way.
Pin's heart fluttered as if each beat was her her final. The still preserved chains were kept in the seemingly bulletproof glass, like it was at risk for a situation that called for that form of protection. She was like putty in Leafy's chiffon hands, warping under both touch and voice. The mere mention of her name spiraled the tack into a fervent daze. So she raised her voice to a squeaky stutter no louder than the sound of a heartbeat.
"I'd love to."
And, with no more instruction then that, glass that seemed adhered to the finest was easily split in two, opening with the same motion as its' bigger counterpart had before. Presented by malachite-stained hands pigmented just as strikingly as the foliage's knees, the moment resembled one of a knight's gift to his goddess; a sacrifice easily made for one so deserving of it. Then permitting Leafy to fit each cuff deliberately, getting no response other than a shudder. Their roles seemed to switch continuously, going from worshipping each fiber of the other's being to using that power by basking in their self-glory.
Shuffling herself right in-between the shorter's thighs, Leafy bent down as if to embrace her; but instead teasingly caressing her hands methodically over the other's arms. Like putty, Pin sank deep into every finger placed on her body, devouring the sensation of skin on skin. She was hellbent on giving the leaf a reason to speed up, but there was no reason to; she indulged in everything given by him already, yet she stayed impatient and depraved.
The first of two cuffs was fixed loosely on the thumbtack's rosy, vermillion wrist, sliding down an inch before coming to a halt. Speaking up tenderly to the other, the lemon leaf questioned her.
"Would you like them tighter, or looser?"
A simple question, in theory and in practice. Although being seemingly straightforward, it made the shorter woman's face almost burst into flames from the heat of the embarrassment.
She wanted them tight, no doubt. Refusing to follow a plain order was punishable by death..! To beg for the shackles of her mind and body be held so suffocatingly tight that blood would burst from pressure would be a rookie move, no doubt. No squeaks, no shudders, no cracks in her voice to show weakness. Just as usual. Yet still, even with the power of self-righteousness, deep mental caverns echoed within her mind. Just tell Leafy what you want.
"Tighter." Pin stated bluntly.
"...Please." She added on, as to not dishonor the leaf's unbiased, (quite frankly unchangingly positive) opinion of her.
The only action given in turn from the leaflet was a light kiss where droplets of iridescent goo had begun to form minutes ago. His calming voice drifted away Pin's growing discomfort of any possible hiccups she had made with her previous statement.
"Here, hold your arms out; tell me if it hurts. Whether you enjoy it or not, okay?"
Both of them had a tendency to blur the line between pleasure and pain, stimulation overrunning their nociceptors until nothing was left but an unending, hit by hit stimuli of dopamine. It was hard to recognize about anything at this point, and even more difficult to decipher it. One fact only the closest of friends would share with each other became a major stepping stone with communication. A form of algolagnia buried its' roots into the plant's head more than anything, whether it be from a lack of self-esteem or the alluring boost of it when unleashing it on others as predators to prey. Unlike Leafy, justice and complete bliss was only achieved when the thumbtack was put in her rightful place; deliriously overjoyed when proper chastisement came bolting for her soul.
Pin quickly nodded her head before the second wrist attachment was fastened on, noticing how her partner's eyes scanned hers for any negative reactions. Once her arms fell limp due to the lack of hands supporting them, she braced herself for the next direction.
"Now, since you're tied together, do you think you can try again?"
The recent memory of how she had even gotten the handcuffs on quickly snapped back into her conscious. Of course she could handle it! There was no possibility that Leafy was going to be dissatisfied again without a mess up on her part, if it was even possible...! Dependent on that one thought, assurance thick in her voice, she quickly spouted out any and all phrases structured enough to be considered redeemable.
"Gosh, of course, of course, of course, Leafy! Of course I'm ready, as much as you are! Don't let me disappoint again!"
Her rambles quickly came to a stop once a breathy kiss engulfed her. Leafy gave a childish giggle in between rushed gasps of air as she pulled back. "Don't worry, Pin, I know you can."
She was given no chance to fire back another doubtful interjection, heaving as familiar fingers pressed upon her entrance once more. They entered in quickly, slick and smooth, almost mimicking the surrounding atmosphere. Wetness engulfed the dual's skin, further once another digit entered without warning.
"G-gAah!" The pin screamed, writhing against multiple woven, silk sheets. Try as she might, no amount of effort could break her bonds; resulting in an awkward labor to grapple what little fabric she could reach.
As the pace and speed of the fingers increased steadily, a grating squelch became more apparent with each thrust. Starved of any physical contact up to this point caused Pin to nearly reach her climax mere seconds after any direct touch. Scraps of any sensible thoughts barely saw the light of day; reduced to nothing but whines and begs for more.
Once again, release was denied; Leafy dragging out her fingers only to never enter back inside. Instead, she rested an outstretched hand with a strained grip onto the shorter's right shoulder, scrutinizing the other with pupils glazed over with hidden intent.
Not wanting to stain the chantilly-laced moment with her claret blood, so chromatic in color and volume it could tint steel; Pin stayed deafeningly silent. Her counterpart became fixated on other plans, refusing to push forward with her actions and moving his soaked hand down to himself.
She knew the consequences of drawing out her own pleasure well enough, quickly giving the rejected appendage only enough satisfaction to leak out an almost transparent fluid. It seeped an aroma imitating one of freshly-picked nectarines, a common ingredient in the baker's many recipes.
Each breath was seamlessly intertwined with her strokes, both growing rough and aimless. The latter came to a halt, sopping with wetness just as she drew close to release.
The thumbtack kept her gaze locked at the lemon leaf, unable to look away; whether that be from incomprehensible satisfaction or a love so true, so undying, it was more than words could wield. Only did that concentration break free once the act was returned, Leafy burning figurative holes molten as her stare was vicious. No verbal communication was present in the moment besides the two's shared heavy breathing.
As quickly as the moment became lengthy and cumbersome, it halted. What next? Both knew the pleasure, the highs and lows, what crossed the bar and why such a specific action had caused a response; just not what, Alas, a risk was taken once another hand breached Pin's side. The touched pricked, as pine against plastic would feel; yet the only resemblance of the evergreen leaves was in color. If not for the resistance to such spikes and the uneasiness that would spark on Leafy's face, the thumbtack would have flinched.
It was slow, and expected, but still somehow just as daring and exhilarating as the two's lips combined. They fit perfectly together, as two puzzle pieces connected into one complete picture. Their tongues danced in one final ballad of evanescence, a grand finale before the curtains gave their final draw. As the anticipated ending drew near, a blur struck both lovers' conscious. Heavenly daze filled both minds, time irrelevant and confusing. Contentment, bliss, euphoria- all checked the boxes for both Pin and Leafy's shared bliss. Once snapped out of cloud 9, it appeared as the plant had begun to mount the other; arms wrapped around her sides in an attempt to move their bodies as close as they could comprehend.
The viridian tentacle slithered against the maroon slit, slippery to the touch; leaving stains of goo dripping down Pin's cracked skin as it oozed for more. Finally, as if breaking the ice, the shorter girl spoke once more.
"Y-You can start.." She answered, no questions needed to be raised from the mere circumstances of the act.
And with that, she felt the tip of the unknown object breach her inner walls, gasping for air as if she was breathing her last. Each movement let in an inch more, stretching her insides slowly but surely.
Finally, the length had rested to its fullest as Pin felt the cold tentacle's body wriggle inside, getting used to the surroundings. It left her groaning in delight, not afraid to shed her disgusting pleasure of such a feeling to light. Her counterpart gave a similar response, resisting the urge to become so animalistic this early on but still overwhelmed at his current state. For what seemed like forever, as Leafy awaited a response, the girl gave one.
"You can start moving now, Leafy.."
Without needing to hear another word, he thrust slowly but surely into Pin with a strained growl, finding the way she clung onto her green sides like both of their lives depended on it was exhilarating. There was no need to hold back, both parties made it clear they wanted it, so why not? Therefore, Leafy dared to ask the question:
"Could I go faster now? A-are you ready?"
Uncertainty and hoarseness clogged her voice, both from not wanting to hurt her dear Pin and vocal cords abused from countless moans. To the leaflet's luck, she was met with a positive answer.
"God, Leafster, please.." It was more of a beg than anything, too enthralled with both the immense pleasure and sharp flicks of pain to deny.
As soon as her wish was granted, the fullness that had just engulfed her insides was removed, then slammed back in with almost a thud. Both of the objects moaned in unison once Pin felt the nub of her stamen against her delicate organs.
That action had repeated- and done again once more- until it was a constant loop, little to no desisting from their repetitive actions. Leafy tried her best to comfort her partner, maneuvering her lips to Pin's throat (or that area??) and leaving light pecks of affection.
Each one was soft, and teasing, exposing vulnerable areas never touched. When a certain bite or kiss struck a nerve, Leafy was sure to drag that moment on as long as the shorter could handle, either by attacking that spot or simply repeating the same motions that just gave the lemon leaf butterflies.
Soon enough, her pacing began to falter; sliding in and out inconsistently. Both lost to pleasure, mind and body, too far gone into the act that nothing could avert them from it. As they both sensed that sweet release was approaching, more bustles of noise erupted from the two.
"Shit.. L-Leafy, I'm close- I love you, so so much- please."
Quite frankly, there was nothing to say "please" about, both had given their part- yet the unintentional seduction caused by her plea left the taller wanting more of that sweet, savory word to slip out of her drooling mouth.
"Good job, Pin- fuck- but can you h-hold on a little longer for me?"
And with those words, that climax seemed to inch further and further away- as losing land in a never-ending war. But who was to deny her? Peaking in joy and physical presence together was all the more reason to wait. So, with a gleeful smile on her face and choked words, she replied.
"O-Of course, L-Leafy..!"
No matter how impressive the girl's stamina was, the lemon leaf only needed one more small push before falling off the edge. And, for one small second, she regained her composure to spit out one final request for her dear, beloved Pin.
"Now, Pinny, can you do one last thing for me?"
All she got was an enthusiastic nod back.
"Can you be a good little girl for me and beg?"
Before she could get a response, the leaf leaned in and rubbed the thumbtack's delicate tip, and whispered in her ear;
"You'll be such a good leader for me, won't you? M-My perfect first in command.."
A couple months into their friendship, the taller picked up on the thumbtack's love for nicknames and small praises. She was so joyous to be considered someone so close, so dear, that there was a special name assigned just for her. The embarrassment for her cracked voice was nearly dissipated by the time Pin had given a response- her maroon body shuddering in the process.
"Mhm.. I'll be good for you, please, Leafy, just let me cum, please..."
She deemed that response good enough, returning to her original pace. Although, there wasn't a sense of urgency like the thrusts once before it; almost denting the tranquil moment. Despite being almost unable to speak, the shorter managed to cough out another entreatment- 'just for good measure!'
"F-Fuck, Leafy! Please go faster, I'm so fucking close- please, please please!"
If she didn't want to stay unheard, the screams that echoed from her mouth did the job. And after one small second of peaceful serenity, as the lemon leaf massaged the metallic point for the last time- she seemed to get the memo. His hot breath tickled against Pin's ear(?), voice lush and thickened with honeyed sweetness once she responded.
"Alright, Pinny, since you asked so nicely, my sweet, sweet angel.."
Pin lapped up the praises as best she could, clinging on to Leafy like her life depended on it. Her moans muffled and vibrated onto the leaf's shoulder, too embarrassed to let them out so loudly once more. The maroon hands that gripped her parter's sides seemed to clench with more brutality, if tearing her apart.
Her violent demeanor seemed to egg the other on more, treating Pin with such delicate noises that sprawled from her mouth as she continued to thrust. The movements were now less with carelessness, but with such vigor and brutality never shown. Each drive into the reddened flesh was manhandled with such a carnal urge to go beside it. One action only the plant could replicate, provoking a once defiling scene with such unmatched care.
Both bodies twisted together in a serpentine array of heart, mind and body only focused on pleasing the other. The taller spoke, finally ready- his knees buckling in on themselves.
"On the count of three."
A sigh of relief exited the other as it were to implode if left unchecked for one more second, affirming Leafy of her long-lasting preparation.
"Three."
Tensions risen so tight and drawn out that each short, panted breath between words felt like a millennia had passed between the first and second.
"Two."
Just one more heave. One more sharp, debauched thrust to put an end to it all.
"One."
Pin's vision went white.
Gods beckoned her to the holy gates, enigmatic euphoria surpassing all regulations; humane or not. The limitless content became diluted from her seeming lack of conscious, only regaining sensibility once caught basking in the afterglow. Carmine-tinted eyelids fluttered open as an angel would its' wings, awareness of the outside world suddenly apparent. The thumbtack's verdure lover lay panting right above her, painting a picturesque version of reality. They both stood in a form of jouissance, more so the thumbtack. Hot, honey-like fluid seeped from her entrance as she breathed a sigh of contentment.
Her gaze shifted from herself back to Leafy, now resting shakily- withholding the same lack of energy as she had. The two's hands were interlocked; it seemed that the citrine sun was already bidding its' last farewell, sky now dazzling in fragmented blue tones. Pin began drifting into light sleep, curtains drawing in a final bow of vaingloriousness.
The leaf took good notice of her beloved's sudden tire, careful as to not startle her back awake with conversation- but to not make her voice go unnoticed. She spoke with a subtle carefree nature, unbound from the sleep that once before held both captive. It was a regular practice to keep such words crisp and concise, leading his vocabulary with the common statement- brevity is the soul of wit. In her final, everlasting words; with such richly deep sublimity, she spoke-
"You're finally at the top of my niceness chart."