The stew at the little restaurant Amy and Violet went to ended up being delicious and warmed her nicely against the cool air of the night. When the two women returned to their room, they opted to get ready for bed rather quickly and climb under the blankets with little fuss. Of course, they took turns brushing each other’s hair after a long day out and Amy took extra care to ensure to untangle Violet’s braids before finally laying the brush on the nightstand next to the bed.

“Thank you,” Violet said before pulling back the comforter so they could slip underneath.

“Of course,” Amy replied with a smile. Naturally, as soon as Violet was down, Amy was lying right at her side, resting comfortably in the crook of her arm before placing her head on her shoulder.

“Comfortable?” Violet asked, a hint of amusement lacing her words.

“You know it,” Amy confirmed. “There is no other place I’d rather be. I only wish I had been braver to lay this close at school.”

“You did ask to cuddle on the last night.”

“True. However, I still regret not asking sooner.” And then her head shifted up so that Amy could look at Violet. “If I did, would you have said yes?”

Violet hummed at first and looked like she was giving it some serious consideration before she ultimately nodded. “Yes, I think so. I may have wanted the same thing, too.”

“Really? Even back then?” Amy asked, partially in disbelief.

“Well, I don’t think I really understood what I was feeling, but it was nice being so close. That night and all the others.”

“Mm, it is nice, isn’t it?”

“Very nice,” Violet agreed.

“And you know what’s even better than hugs?”

Violet didn’t answer, only tilted her head at the question. However, before she could verbalize her curiosity, Amy craned her neck up so she could plant a kiss on Violet’s lips. It didn’t linger, like all the ones they’d shared previously. Few as they were. However, Amy didn’t pull back far, either. Just enough to smirk and hold Violet’s piercing blue eyes.

“Don’t you agree?” Amy finally asked, breaking the silence.

“Much better,” Violet agreed a moment later, the breath of her words ghosting over Amy’s lips. This time, she was the one that leaned in for another light and tender peck before doing much the same and letting her head drop back to the pillow beneath it. At this point, the two would usually separate for good and either go about the day or settle in for bed. However, this time it was different. There was a magnetism between them that prevented their usual separation. And how could there not be?

The woman Amy loved was right here, in a town far from her home, accompanying her on a journey to get the daughter she so desperately wanted. That Violet seemed to want as well. I mean, she had spent the afternoon worrying over the perfect toy for Taylor, not to mention buying Amy a new dress! Oh, and dinner! Violet spoiled her so much with each action, big and small, and each whispered affection. It made Amy’s heart sing with joy and only served to grow her attraction well beyond just a physical desire. Because, let’s face it, not only was Violet kind and caring, but she was also the most beautiful woman Amy had ever seen.

All these feelings swirled inside her, making her heart flutter and stomach fill with warmth. And though they collided and made her nervous, one thing was clear. She did not want to pull away from Violet at this moment. She wanted more…

So, Amy leaned forward again and pressed their lips together in a tentative kiss. One that remained still for a moment before she moved to capture Violet’s lips completely. Slowly it built and a moment later, she could feel Violet press back into her, tilting her head slightly so they fit together more perfectly. And it was perfect, wasn’t it? The softness of her lips, the warmth beneath the covers from both their bodies. Amy didn’t know how long the kiss lasted, but by the time they separated, both women were breathing heavier and the hunger that Amy felt in her chest seemed to be mirrored in Violet’s eyes.

“I love you, Violet…”

“I love you too, Amy…”

The smile that grew on Amy’s face felt so wide that it threatened to hurt her cheeks. And then she shifted, coming up on hands and knees before she hooked one leg over Violet so she could sit on her hips. After a brief hesitation, Violet’s hands came to rest on her waist and Amy took a moment to tuck any errant strands of hair behind her ear. Satisfied they wouldn’t get in the way, she leaned forward and took Violet’s face in her hands. To hold her while their lips met again in something with a little more zest behind it.

While their passion built, Violet’s hands started to roam around Amy’s back, offering gentle touches up to the base of her neck. After they arrived, her fingers dropped right back down, tracing Amy’s spine in the process. It felt…wonderful and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan from deep in her throat. More, she needed more of this intoxicating woman!

Amy’s lips parted a moment later and a hesitant tongue emerged to gently trace along Violet’s bottom lip before retreating. This time, there was no hesitation from Violet, who opened her mouth immediately after and repeated the motion. Except, her tongue didn’t pull back into her mouth. Instead, it pushed deeper, slowly searching out Amy’s wherever it had gone. Was this really happening right now? A thing she had only dreamed about? Amy only hoped she wasn’t dreaming now.

Her tongue pushed out to meet Violet’s then, offering it gentle strokes to coax it deeper once she found it. At the same time, one hand shifted from the doll’s cheek back around her neck, pulling her head closer. Violet responded in kind, using the hands on Amy’s back to do much the same. And then Amy did something her conscious mind wasn’t even expecting. She shifted her hips forward to rub herself on the flat of Violet’s stomach. Once, twice, as more moans began to pour into her love’s mouth.

That had Violet pulling back and her eyes opened to hold Amy in a gaze that would’ve melted her to her knees if she had been standing. But why had she broken their kiss? Had Amy done something wrong? Gone too far, too fast? “Violet, I’m–”

Whatever else she was about to say was abruptly cut off as Violet rocked her hips and used her hands to send them both rolling to the side until it was Violet on top, pinning Amy beneath her. But she seemed to freeze then, as if her mind caught up to what she had done. However, she hadn’t done anything wrong either and Amy wasn’t about to let her think so now!

“Don’t stop,” she practically begged before reaching up with her arms and grabbing Violet’s nightgown, pulling the woman the rest of the distance so their kissing could resume. She felt Violet’s hips roll too after a few seconds, but it didn’t quite connect with Amy. So, she shifted her leg until it was her thigh that sat comfortably between Violet’s legs. She seemed to understand what Amy was doing because a moment later, her own thigh pressed right up against Amy’s sex.

The warmth in Amy’s stomach felt like it had blossomed into an inferno in the minutes since that first kiss and it had quickly spread all throughout her body, including between her legs. Once she pressed herself into that toned thigh, she could feel how much her arousal had grown, too. It wasn’t the first time the Doll put her in such a state and she had a feeling it certainly wouldn’t be the last!

However, beyond a few raunchy scenes in a few select books she enjoyed, Amy didn’t really know what she was doing besides seeking out what felt good. What her heart and her body told her to do with Violet. So, she began to grind herself on that thigh, just like Violet was currently doing to her. If only Amy’s legs had been a little more muscular! But not even the embarrassment of being inexperienced or not as athletic as Violet could survive the lust coursing through her veins. Or the needy, deep breaths she was so desperately trying to get in and out through her nose while her mouth was occupied.

But now that Violet was on top, her own hands could wander, following the same trail that Violet had blazed down her spine. She felt one particularly firm push from Violet’s hips in response and smiled internally at wielding such power, the power to bring pleasure to the one you loved. However, her hands didn’t stay idle after their journey. She needed to feel more, and Violet’s toned rear provided the perfect target. She’d spent enough time staring in their room that a chance to finally feel it would be more than welcome. And boy, was she not disappointed!

It was firm and as Amy squeezed, she not only used the handhold to increase the strength at which she drove her hips, but also encouraged Violet to do the same. That must’ve been a welcome feeling, because the most wonderful sound soon graced her ears. Violet moaned. The stoic, tight-lipped Auto Memories Doll moaned into her mouth from her touch.

Amy wanted more, needed more. Needed to draw out more of those angelic noises. Their kissing was moving from passionate to frenzied and Amy began to bunch Violet’s nightgown in her hands, pulling it higher and higher until it exposed her panties and the ass beneath them. But that wasn’t enough. Amy wanted it gone so she could feel more of Violet’s body and the warmth that was emanating from it. Violet must have agreed because eventually, she set about doing it herself by momentarily breaking their kiss and coming up on her knees between Amy’s legs.

There was no tease in her movements, only a frantic desire to be rid of the thing. And though Violet was currently wearing underwear, she had skipped out on any kind of bra, just as Amy had. Which meant that her breasts were now on full display. Of course, Amy’s eyes snapped to them instantly and she couldn’t help but suck in her bottom lip a little and bite down on it. Fuck, she was perfect, wasn’t she? It seemed Amy’s long-held assumption was true as well. Violet’s chest was definitely bigger than her own. She only hoped that Violet wouldn’t be disappointed with what she uncovered. Something she was apparently intent on finding out sooner rather than later because her hands were already searching out Amy’s nightgown, pulling it up her legs.

Amy lifted her butt to let it keep rising and then sat up to let Violet pull it over her head, only to be discarded without a second thought. However, before those hands could retreat, Amy grabbed one with both hands and didn’t let it pull back. Naturally, Violet’s prostheses were on display too and Amy knew how uneasy that often made her feel. But Amy didn’t care. She loved her…all of her and showed Violet as much by turning her head and planting a light kiss on the metal palm of one hand. “You’re perfect,” she mused a moment later, just in case the little gesture hadn’t got the message through.

For a moment, I looked like Violet might cry from the praise, but the smile that broke through must’ve kept her tears at bay. “Thank you, love,” she whispered before leaning forward and planting a single delicate kiss on her lips. Which was quite the contrast to everything that had happened. However, when Violet pulled away, she shifted her hands until both were pushing Amy back into the bed. Except Violet didn’t follow and instead looked over every inch of what was revealed.

“And you’re just as beautiful, Amy…”

Well, Amy certainly didn’t believe that, but blushed all the same under Violet’s gaze. Her hands came up then and landed on Violet’s legs and they were still for a moment before starting to travel higher, brushing over her panties and then over her stomach. Amy could feel the subtle muscle underneath, but stopped short of going to Violet’s chest. That brought a tilt of the woman’s head and one of her hands shifted to land on Amy’s. Whereupon she moved it herself until it landed on one of her breasts.

Amy’s fingers traced over the skin, following the curve around the underside all the way to the top where the pad of her thumb lightly brushed over the nipple she found. The touch had Violet sucking in a breath and leaning forward again to press their lips together. This time, when their legs intertwined, Amy could feel the wet patch on Violet’s panties where it pressed to her skin. So, she really was enjoying this as much as Amy? Could Violet feel her arousal, too? She had to, right?

Amy’s other hand came up then, going to Violet’s shoulder before gently starting to push. Harder and harder until Violet seemed to get the message. She dropped to Amy’s side and then onto her back, waiting for whatever it was Amy wanted to do. However, she didn’t immediately move to straddle Violet again, only laid half-on, half-off so that her hands could roam better. Amy also didn’t immediately dive back in for Violet’s lips, opting instead to plant a delicate kiss on her jaw and then further down her neck, then another in a line, kissing and gently sucking the skin as she went.

The effect was immediate and noticeable as Violet’s breathing deepened further and her hand came up to rest at the back of Amy’s head, beckoning more. Each subsequent exhale or subtle moan only drove Amy on in that search. Violet had taken care of her in so many ways in the past year, and now it was Amy’s turn. Even if her heart was thumping in her ears so loud it threatened to block out Violet’s breaths. Her own were unsteady and her hands shook slightly, but that didn’t matter. She persisted, driven by the need to do this for her love as well as sate her own desire.

The line of kisses continued until she met Violet’s shoulder and adjusted her course. Following a few more, Amy slowed as her mouth approached one of Violet’s breasts. Her hand was still in Amy’s hair, so she could stop her at any time. Instead, she felt Violet’s hand begin to pull her, encouraging her to continue her journey to its ultimate destination.

The kisses followed the gentle swell all the way to its peak, whereupon Amy pulled back and looked at the semi-stiffened nipple. She shifted her gaze up to Violet then and couldn’t help but notice that even in the dim light of the oil lamp, her face was flushed a deep red. Amy’s was a mix of need and desire and once their eyes locked, Violet nodded in unspoken agreement.

So, Amy lowered her head again and let her tongue slowly emerge before pulling it against the nipple. Long and slow until the tip of it passed, only for it to come down again and slowly swirl. Another, louder moan escaped Violet’s lips and her back arched to increase the contact between her skin and Amy’s mouth. Which she was all too happy to oblige. The nipple disappeared into Amy’s mouth a moment later to be suckled and teased with tongue and lips. Not only did Violet squirm, but her hips began working against Amy’s thigh once more, no doubt trying to eke out any pleasure she could get.

While Amy continued her affections, one hand began to trail Violet’s abdomen, eventually laying flat over her stomach where it could feel the full effect of ministrations. The way Violet’s muscles tensed in pleasure and how she rose up off the bed slightly. It was comforting to know that Violet wanted this as bad as she did. Or she assumed so, at least. There was one last thing she very much wanted to do, but if she had been nervous to go this far, taking that final leap was nearly debilitating.

So, instead of asking aloud, the hand on Violet’s abdomen continued dropping. Eventually, her fingertips brushed along the top of Violet’s panties. At first, she felt her hips pull away, but then a gasp escaped the doll’s lips. Amy’s hand pulled away too, unsure if she had done something wrong. She raised her head off Violet’s breast then, searching out her love’s eyes as she prepared to explain her actions (or make excuses). However, before she could, Violet shook her head.

“It’s okay,” she said in a hushed tone. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“Yeah, sorry. I should’ve warned you,” Amy apologized. Well, now her cheeks burned twice as hot from embarrassment and lust! “Um, we can just kiss and stuff for now if you like?” Ugh, hopefully, she didn’t ruin that too!

“Oh,” Violet said, and then turned her head to the side in a surprising show of bashfulness. “Well, I was hoping you would keep going…”

Amy’s eyes widened at the admission, and she nodded her head quickly in understanding. “I can,” she confirmed and then shifted higher up the bed to come up level with Violet’s face. She turned at the movement just in time for Amy to capture her lips in a kiss once more and, after they settled back into their rhythm, Amy’s hand once again edged toward Violet’s underwear until the tips slipped beneath.

Then her hands slowed like they were going some place Amy was scared of. Which was ridiculous, of course. Still, she couldn’t help the tremble in her hand as it continued underneath the damp fabric. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Violet’s smooth skin gave way to something else. As Amy’s fingers came up on Violet’s sex, they split slightly, letting a few of each run down her folds in a long, slow touch.

She felt Violet shudder and her arms’ come up to pull Amy tighter. The prostheses felt like ice on Amy’s skin, but that probably had less to do with the metal and more with the fact that her body was practically on fire. Of course, so was Violet’s, at least where their skin touched. No doubt from her arousal, judging by how turned on she was in other ways, too. Amy’s fingers passed easily through that slickness and continued to explore her love with languid strokes.

Eventually, she felt Violet’s hips move against her fingers, obviously seeking out more of the pleasurable little touches. But…what did she do now? Her brain had been so focused on getting to this point that she hadn’t really thought about the next steps. I mean, she wanted to give Violet an orgasm, obviously, but Amy had only ever done that to herself.

Well, maybe that was the answer then? Just do what she knew worked on herself? That seemed reasonable. So, Amy’s affections became more focused, moving to spots that made her own breath catch in her throat and built her up to that wonderful ecstasy. Over the next few minutes, she spent time at each, careful not to overdo it in any one place. And while Violet seemed to be enjoying herself, Amy wasn’t quite getting the reaction she hoped for. The one that told her Violet was approaching the edge of that sweet abyss.

She tried not to be frustrated with herself throughout and instead focused on Violet. Maybe it was just different from person to person? Well, she would just have to find what worked for the Doll and commit it to memory, wouldn’t she? Besides, she knew one spot that should work the same, regardless. So, Amy’s fingers slowly stilled their rubbing and shifted again, moving up Violet’s slit until one just barely brushed against the sensitive little bud at the top. Thankfully, that one touch was enough to bring out another moan and have Violet arching her back ever so slightly. Oh yes, this would do.

Following the discovery, Amy didn’t dive right in. No, she still wanted to build Violet’s release tenderly, for her own enjoyment sure, but mainly for Violet’s. So, she was careful to increase her pressure and attention bit by bit. And she was glad she did because Violet appeared to have been more worked up than Amy might’ve first guessed. Soon, Violet had to break their kiss in a vain effort to catch her breath.

“Yes,” she finally said in a low, needy tone. “Please, don’t stop, Amy!”

“Never…”

Then she felt it, the subtle shake in Violet’s legs. It grew and grew while her body tensed next to Amy’s. Her moans got louder too until they finally cut off altogether, her face frozen in a silent scream through one last clench of muscle. Followed by a release that saw her voice returning as she rode that wave of pleasure to its peak.

Amy made sure to slowly ease off until she removed her hand altogether. And, while she let Violet come down from her high, she shifted in the bed until she was able to wrap her arms around her the Doll and pull her closer. Violet happily obliged by turning and burying her face in the crook of Amy’s neck in a pleasant reversal of how they usually ended up. Then the two simply lay there with Amy gently running her hands up and down Violet’s back, just barely using her nails to run over the smooth skin. A minute or two later, Violet’s eyes opened, and she backed out just far enough to look up at Amy where she lay on the pillow.

“Did you…like that?” Amy asked first, since the question had been at the forefront of her mind nearly the whole time.

“I really did,” she confirmed. “I liked it, but I love you, Amy.”

“Good,” Amy said with a chuckle. “And I love you too, Violet.”