Practically the instant I walked through the front door my mother grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the living room.

"Donald," she shouted up the staircase, "she's home!"

My dad then came thundering downstairs and appeared through the doorway.

"Sit down, we'd like to talk to you," he said sternly.

"Don't worry," my mother smiled at my nervous expression, "it's nothing bad."

They sat in chairs opposite me, both leaning in. I was insanely curious as to what they wanted and, thankfully for my curiosity, my dad began to speak quickly.

"You've been dating Laura for quite a while now, and, although you have just taken a step forward in your relationship, your mother and I feel that you have to start trying to make her fall in love with you."

I was stunned, we hadn't even been together for half a year.

"Don't you think it's a bit early for that?" I asked, my voice conveying my surprise.

"It's never too early. There's no need to cut it close." My father explained.

I didn't want them to be worried, especially my father, so I went along with it for the time being.

"Alright, so what should I do?"

"Your father and I were discussing and we think you should continue what you're doing right now, just add some things." My mother told me.

"Such as?" My curiosity was piqued.

"Well perhaps try and talk about the future, show that you're thinking about having one with her."

Even before she were finished talking I was shaking my head, "it'll scare her. No."

They glanced at each other, a look passing between them I couldn't interpret.

"Are you-"

"I'm sure," I cut my dad off firmly.

"Remember things she tells you, little things to show you care, make sure -" my mum was saying until I stopped her.

"This sounds a lot like I'm trying to trick her into thinking I care," I stated accusingly, irritated.

"It's not like that, Lilly." My father said.

"Then what is it like?"

"We're just trying to help, sweetie," my mum tried to soothe me, "we don't mean to make it sound like we're fooling her, I know you care about her already, we just think this could help you -"

"I don't need your help," I said snappily, standing up.

"Sit down," my father ordered.

"I think I can cope fine on my own. Thank you for trying to help, I appreciate it."

"Lilly, just hear us out, please," my mother begged, "I'm sorry we offended you."

I couldn't handle making her beg and reluctantly agreed, sitting back down, this time on my guard.

"Our last suggestion, for now, is making her jealous," my dad began, "check out other girls, or guys if you wish, perhaps comment on attractive people on TV, maybe even on the street. If she gets irritated you'll know she cares, gauge her reaction well, the more annoyed, the stronger the jealousy thus the more she cares."

I actually liked that one. I wanted to see her worked up and irritated. Plus I'd read somewhere that people could get possessive, something I found very sexy in her.

"I'll try and do that one," I told my parents with a slight smile and they both beamed back at me.

I felt bad for my earlier moodiness. Seeing how happy they were for me to do something made me feel incredibly sorry for them. All they wanted was for me to be safe.

"So how were the last few nights?" My mum asked. I shot her a glare. I wasn't really annoyed, I just didn't want her to embarrass me. And I didn't want to share the details, those were between Laura and I. They were too amazing to be shared. "I'm kidding honey," she added, noticing my pause.

"I knew that," I looked away innocently, then laughed and stood, "I'm going to my room."

"We love you," my mum said.

"I love you too."

***

"Hey babe."

"Hiya," I turned the phone to speaker and threw it down on my bed.

"What're you doing today?"

"Writing an essay. Why?"

"It's my sisters birthday so I'm going over, and she asked if you could come. But if you're busy I'll tell her you couldn't make it."

"No need, I can do it tonight, or tomorrow." I told her, writing quickly.

"Great, pick me up in an hour then."

"Sure," I said distractedly, "I'll see you then."

"Bye."

"Bye," I mumbled, and hung up, my attention completely on the essay.

Fifty minutes later I got up from my bed and packed away my things. I quickly threw on some decent clothes and dragged a brush through my hair.

The drive wasn't long, and I arrived only a little later than planned. I knocked on the door and she answered after quite a while, her face slightly flushed.

"Hi baby," she said, a little breathlessly.

"Hey, you ready?"

"I am," she flashed me a grin and stepped out her bungalow, locking the door.

"You should drive," I offered her the keys.

She took them without quite meeting my eyes.

"Are you alright?" I asked, as I got comfortable in my seat.

"Fine," my girlfriend frowned, "why?"

"You just seem distracted," I shrugged it off, "probably my imagination."

"Yeah, probably," she bit her lip and blushed a little.

"Tell me what it is," I demanded. Her eyes flicked over my face then flitted away hastily.

"It's nothing." Her denial stung me and I sucked my bottom lip, going quiet. "Oh, Lilly, come on, don't be like this, please?" Her attention shifted between me and the road.

"You don't want to tell me," I crossed my arms, going into full sulk mode.

"No, I don't," Laura said, but her tone wasn't cold or dismissive. It sounded more... shy?

I raised my eyebrows, amusement flooding through me - my hurt quickly gone. "Now you've got to tell me." I noted her red cheeks, and the awkward movement of her eyes and smirked to myself. It must be quite something to get her this worked up. "Please," I ventured and she sighed.

"Alright, I admit, something is on my mind."

"I know that," I rolled my eyes and she shot me daggers.

"Do you want to know or not?"

"Yes, yes," I blurted hurriedly, "sorry."

"I've been thinking," she began and I opened my mouth wide with mock shock and horror.

"Oh no! Did it hurt? Are you okay?"

"Stop being an idiot!" Laura snapped, but I noticed the corners of her mouth turn upwards with a smile. Just what I wanted.

"Fine! I'll be serious now babe."

"Good," was all she said.

"You've been thinking about?" I prodded, drawing out the last to word to make it sound like a question.

"Actually about the whole telepathy you got going on."

"What about it?"

"I was wondering if you could still do it."

'Sure I can.' I replied in her mind and Laura shivered slightly.

"C-Can..." She seemed freaked out. I reached over and took her hand in mine.

"You don't like it do you?" I already knew the answer.

"I'm sorry," she looked downcast but I squeezed her hand and offered a genuine smile.

"Don't worry about it, we don't use it much anyway."

"Really?" She looked hopeful.

"Well I don't at any rate," I smiled and she gripped my hand tightly.

"Thank you," she whispered.

We drove in silence for a while, both of us simply enjoying each other's presence.

"Is that all that was bothering you?" I asked, the thought having grown in my head for a while.

"Uh," the raven haired woman blushed lightly, "I guess."

Blushing. She was blushing again. Laura never blushed. What was going on?

"You can tell me."

"Tell you what?" She faked innocence.

"You know what."

She began denying it, then her eyes met mine and she sighed.

"Alright, I do."

There was a pause.

"So?"

"So..." Laura repeated, and there was another pause.

"You don't have to tell me," I released her hand with a sigh, "it's okay."

"I do want to tell you but... well, it's embarrassing."

"You really think that's an issue with me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling slightly.

"No, you're probably right," she admitted, drumming her fingertips on the wheel. "So, uh, did you notice that I took a while to come to the door?"

"I did."

"Well," the beautiful woman cleared her throat awkwardly, staring fixedly at the road as her face progressively became redder. "I was, um, busy doing... something... which held me up."

"Something?"

"Yes," her gaze slid across to me, then darted away.

"So what was it?"

"You know that I can't resist you, right?" She said suddenly, seemingly changing the subject.

"Sure, but what does that ha-"

"Spending this entire afternoon with you would," Laura stopped, thinking. Trying to word it correctly I thought. "Torture me, for lack of a better word."

"Why?" I questioned, bewildered.

"After what we've been doing, I don't think I could last all that time without having you."

My eyes widened, and my body heated.

"In order to stop myself from ravaging you in front of my sister I had to take precautions."

"What sort of precautions?" My brain was in a daze, overrun by lust which prevented it from working properly. The images flashing before my eyes made me drip for her, darts of intense heat shooting through my body. My breathing became ragged, so loud the car behind us could probably it. To add to this my heart pulsed so quickly I thought it would explode. All this from a single thought. God, the things she did to me.

"I think you know, Lilly." Laura's voice was low and rough, betraying the need she felt for me.

"I think so too," I whispered, so quietly I didn't think she heard.

"It didn't work," she muttered, only just audible, "I already need you again."

"Pull over," I instructed, and she did.

I clambered over to her and sat in her lap.

"Lilly," she hissed when my leg brushed against her pussy.

I swore and my hands fumbled to undo her jeans. She raised her hips so I could pull them and her panties down. She ripped mine from me too, and pulled me into her.

She moaned when our wetness met, and I gripped her shoulder tightly, pushing against her. Laura whimpered, and a burst of fire burned through me. She kissed me roughly, then pushed me over to my seat. I crawled backwards until my shoulders hit the door.

Laura moved stealthily, hovering over me with a smirk.

"Now we have plenty of room," she kissed my neck and her tongue flicked across my pulse. I tilted my head to the side as she bit down, sucking on my skin.

"We should h-hurry," I forced out, breathlessly, "your sister will be w-waiting."

"You want it fast?" My girlfriend smirked at me, "very well."

Her eyes stared into mine as she roughly pushed two fingers inside me. My back arched, and I bit down hard on my lip, tasting blood in my mouth when I did. I blushed, knowing she was watching my every reaction. Luckily it just looked as though I was flushed from excitement. I would no longer be called innocent.

Laura's fingers twisted inside me and I cried out.

"Laura," I moaned, "d-do that again."

She did as I asked, and I moaned. My hips bucked, and my eyes closed as I became lost.

"Again."

This time she pushed deeper into me before twisting. The result was instantaneous.

"Fuck, Laura!" I trembled, blown away by the intense pleasure.

"Lilly," she breathed, and her hand found my hair, clenching tightly as she too rode her orgasm.

I came down from the high panting. I held her until she too finished and we lay there a few minutes until the pain got too much.

"My neck babe," I said, and she pulled away from me quickly.

"Shit, sorry."

"No problem," I sat up, rolling my head trying to alleviate the pain.

"Here," Laura handed me my clothes, and I took them with a "thanks".

I watched my girlfriend pull on her own clothing, with a grin.

"Will you last now?" I smirked.

"Hopefully. Might have to sneak you off to the bathroom halfway through," she winked.

"Sounds fun."

"Oh it will be," she purred, making me shiver.

"Don't start," I warned playfully.

"Why ever not?"

"You know why, now drive."

She laughed and put the car into gear.

***

"Laura!" Stephanie squealed and threw her arms around her.

"Hey there," Laura chuckled and squeezed her tightly.

"Hi! How've you been?"

"I've been good."

Her sisters eyes ran over me, and fixed on my neck with a grin.

"I can tell," Stephanie released Laura to wrap her arms around me, "how're you honey?"

"Pretty good," I said shyly, hugging her tentatively.

"I'm glad," she let me go and smiled at me.

"Thanks," I said softly, "and, uh, happy birthday."

"Thank you honey," she beamed at me.

"Oh, I got you a present," Laura said, handing over a small, wrapped parcel.

"Aww, thank you," she said, taking it and shaking it.

"Don't shake it!" Laura half-shouted.

"It's delicate?" Stephanie asked, her mouth curling into a wicked grin.

"Maybe," Laura said, then, "what're you smiling about?"

"Oh, nothing," her sister winked at me, making me giggle then beckoned us inside. "No need to stand out here getting cold."

"It's not cold though," I said, and Laura rolled her eyes at me.

"She just wants us to go inside, silly."

"Hey!" I pushed her, "I know that."

"Then why'd you say it's not cold?" She came up behind me, whispering into my ear, her breath tickling my skin.

"I don't know," I admitted, my breaths becoming noticeably more rapid.

"Maybe your brain's still messed up from the car," Laura murmured, pressing her soft lips into the skin of my neck.

"It wants messed up again," I replied quietly.

There was a sharp inhale from behind me, and her lips stopped moving on my neck.

"Thanks for that, Lilly," she mumbled, and the area below my stomach jolted alarmingly as I realised what she was referring to.

Her hands rested on my stomach, stroking it. One dropped down dangerously. It almost touched the site my aching need, but someone cleared their throat loudly, making both of us jump.

"I'm still here you know," Stephanie grinned at us, "so you guys are sleeping together, huh?"

"Steph!" Laura snapped, as my face flamed.

"Aww she's blushing," Stephanie cooed, and I hid my face in Laura's neck.

"Don't embarrass her too much," Laura berated, and Stephanie grumbled, reluctantly agreeing not to tease me. "Alright babe you can come out now," my girl whispered, tucking my hair behind my ear affectionately.

"Don't want to," I mumbled, my cheeks still resembling a tomato.

"Please baby, I want to see that beautiful face."

"But-"

"For me," she interrupted, and I could picture her pout. "You want to make me happy don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then let me see your face."

"Fine," I exhaled loudly, as though it were a huge burden to me.

I stepped back, letting go of the warm body which had held me.

When I dared a peek at Stephanie she sported a shit-eating grin. I glanced away again quickly and tried to distract myself. I didn't want to be blushing for the entire day.

Laura took my hand in hers for comfort, and Stephanie grinned when she noticed.

"Totally whipped."

"What?" Laura asked, her tone heated.

"I said you're totally whipped," Her sister repeated.

"No I'm not!" Laura snapped, her face hard with anger.

"You are," Stephanie insisted with a laugh. "Don't look at me like that I know you are. I know you."

I saw the expression on Laura's face, and squeezed her hand.

"Leave it baby."

She stared into my eyes, and I watched as the fire in them slowly died. Her muscles relaxed, and she sighed slowly.

"I'm sorry."

My girlfriends words were directed at her sister, but she looked at me. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Stephanie make the motion of a whip.

"You know," I whispered seductively into Laura's ear as we entered the house, "I wouldn't mind being whipped."

"You what?" She spun around and stared at me, "are you serious?"

I smirked and shrugged, "I guess, I'm sure it'd be fun to try."

Her pupils grew with excitement.

"Oh it would baby," her hands were gripping my hips, her body pressing against mine as she slowly backed me into a wall. "It would be so much fun." Her lips met mine roughly, her tongue making it's way straight into my mouth.

"Give it a rest!" Stephanie threw something at us and it hit the back of Laura's head.

"Fuck," Laura whispered, "we'll continue this later," she promised with a quick peck to my lips.

"I can't wait."