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Title: Alone #13, Stardust
Author: Lorraine
Category: Original fiction, fem slash, POV
Rating: NC-17
This segment is dedicated to everyone who keeps encouraging me. Especially![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neo_nym for giving me my first piece of feedback on a handwritten note.
Alone: Stardust
I swallowed the tears, my face still buried in the spill of her hair. I don't cry, as a rule. I hate to give up control in any circumstance. But I'd been lonely for such a long time before Kira, then when I didn't have her... I guess it affected me more than I'd dreamed.
Her hands were on my back, petting me. "Shhh," was all she said, over and over. I clung to her until the surge of emotion finally faded and lifted my head to look at her.
Her hands transferred from my back to my face as she cupped it to kiss softly. Her face wore an inexpressibly tender expression. I felt cherished, just from that. She continued the kiss, a bare touch, then bolder as her tongue slipped into my mouth to tease. I surrendered to it, wanting more than our usual brushfire. I wanted her hands on me, for her to do the things to me, that I willingly do for her.
She undressed me slowly, actually walking around me as each item was unfastened and removed. When she reached my bra I felt the give of the clasp and then my breasts were spilling out, into her hands. I felt exposed, vulnerable and exhilarated all at the same time. I very nearly forgot to catalog the sensations she was causing in my body, so lost was I in her touch.
"Let me take care of you," she said and I was glad, so glad because this is always my role. Her fingers were confident on my body, never a moment of hesitation. It was obvious that at one time, my Kira had been the one used to being in control. It was somehow a little unsettling.
I held my breath as her fingers reached for the buttons to my jeans. She was on her knees at this point, kissing the skin of my belly while her fingers worked busily to release me from the tight denim covering my hips and push my jeans down around my ankles. I stood before her in my plain jane panties, bare legs and quivering breasts, my nipples tight and drawn in the air-conditioned coolness of her bedroom.
I was aware of everything: The buzz and catch of the air conditioner. The ticking of the clock on the wall. The shadows which arced across the room, throwing me in shadow but Kira knelt in the light, sunbeams caught in her hair.
"Bed," she told me and gave me a tiny nudge toward it. I obeyed, stepping back further into the shadows, Kira following. The sunlight left her and the intimacy of gray drew us together in a quasi night.
I lay back on the bed, my legs splayed open. My breath was held so long there was an explosion of air into my lungs when my body rebelled and demanded oxygen. At the first touch of her tongue in me, I arched off the bed with a surprised soft cry. She gentled me with a hand on my belly and continued to lap.
I could have let this go on forever, this sensation that is a million times better than melting chocolate on your tongue and more exciting than an upside down rollercoaster. However, it was Kira and Kira's tongue and the thrill of that alone made me scream and come, jerking up into her mouth. The sensation drawn out sharp as a needle and fleeting as a waking dream.
I opened my eyes and she was still there, between my legs. Her tongue pressed against me, tears of joy in her eyes.
"You are my star," she told me and I shimmered for her again.
Author: Lorraine
Category: Original fiction, fem slash, POV
Rating: NC-17
This segment is dedicated to everyone who keeps encouraging me. Especially
neo_nym for giving me my first piece of feedback on a handwritten note. I swallowed the tears, my face still buried in the spill of her hair. I don't cry, as a rule. I hate to give up control in any circumstance. But I'd been lonely for such a long time before Kira, then when I didn't have her... I guess it affected me more than I'd dreamed.
Her hands were on my back, petting me. "Shhh," was all she said, over and over. I clung to her until the surge of emotion finally faded and lifted my head to look at her.
Her hands transferred from my back to my face as she cupped it to kiss softly. Her face wore an inexpressibly tender expression. I felt cherished, just from that. She continued the kiss, a bare touch, then bolder as her tongue slipped into my mouth to tease. I surrendered to it, wanting more than our usual brushfire. I wanted her hands on me, for her to do the things to me, that I willingly do for her.
She undressed me slowly, actually walking around me as each item was unfastened and removed. When she reached my bra I felt the give of the clasp and then my breasts were spilling out, into her hands. I felt exposed, vulnerable and exhilarated all at the same time. I very nearly forgot to catalog the sensations she was causing in my body, so lost was I in her touch.
"Let me take care of you," she said and I was glad, so glad because this is always my role. Her fingers were confident on my body, never a moment of hesitation. It was obvious that at one time, my Kira had been the one used to being in control. It was somehow a little unsettling.
I held my breath as her fingers reached for the buttons to my jeans. She was on her knees at this point, kissing the skin of my belly while her fingers worked busily to release me from the tight denim covering my hips and push my jeans down around my ankles. I stood before her in my plain jane panties, bare legs and quivering breasts, my nipples tight and drawn in the air-conditioned coolness of her bedroom.
I was aware of everything: The buzz and catch of the air conditioner. The ticking of the clock on the wall. The shadows which arced across the room, throwing me in shadow but Kira knelt in the light, sunbeams caught in her hair.
"Bed," she told me and gave me a tiny nudge toward it. I obeyed, stepping back further into the shadows, Kira following. The sunlight left her and the intimacy of gray drew us together in a quasi night.
I lay back on the bed, my legs splayed open. My breath was held so long there was an explosion of air into my lungs when my body rebelled and demanded oxygen. At the first touch of her tongue in me, I arched off the bed with a surprised soft cry. She gentled me with a hand on my belly and continued to lap.
I could have let this go on forever, this sensation that is a million times better than melting chocolate on your tongue and more exciting than an upside down rollercoaster. However, it was Kira and Kira's tongue and the thrill of that alone made me scream and come, jerking up into her mouth. The sensation drawn out sharp as a needle and fleeting as a waking dream.
I opened my eyes and she was still there, between my legs. Her tongue pressed against me, tears of joy in her eyes.
"You are my star," she told me and I shimmered for her again.
