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Yay, ficcage!!
Warnings: NC-17, yuri, lemon, AU of an AU (of an AU, etc.), Kyn/Zi
A/N: I completely and totally blame Luna for this particular plot bunny not that my twisted mind needed much help. This is an AU of Luna's AU Muse fic (possibly 'cause she's even admitted not know where that one'll go). Enjoy!! And, seeing as this is my first yuri fic, any constructive criticism is welcome.
Zi groaned when the light hit her face the next morning. *Gotta remember no champagne in the future.....but it seemed like a good idea at the time.* Celebrating Mastema's death was the best thing she could think of to distract Robert from any possible feelings of guilt--and anyone else from possibly retaliating against the Mystic. *S'yeah right. Mastema was more of a bastard to Robbie than anyone....'sides that Sword bloke.*
However, she didn't get the chance to continue that train of thought, as somebody pulled the curtains wide open. Yelping, Zi dove back under the covers, and the pounding in her head increased to epic proportions.
"Wakey, wakey," an alto voice purred. "Don't you want some breakfast, Zis-love?" Zi's only answer was muffled under the covers. "Haven't you learned your lesson about champagne, yet?"
"I said," Zi growled, poking her head out from the covers but conviently facing away from the window, "I know I should've stopped after the first glass, but Schu wouldn't hand over the Jamisons." Her heart softened a bit when she heard her lover's laughter. "You could've been a real woman and rescued the Irish from the German brute."
Kynthia leaned over her lover, kissing Zi on the cheek. "He hid it before running off after Robert. There was nothing I could do." She nuzzled Zi's neck and hoped the distraction worked.....for both the hangover and for her not stopping Zi's champagne intake like she promised.
Moaning, the Air Adept bared her neck even more; taking the teleporter/chromomorph/hedonist for a lover was the best decision she'd ever made. Though that wasn't saying much, considering part of the reason she got with Kynthia was to distract her from falling in love with the vehemently gay telepath.
*I don't like those worry lines,* thought Kynthia. She noticed them pop up whenever Zi thought about Schu. *Got to remind her just who her lover is.* As she laved one ear, she drew the covers off her lover's body. "It's a crime to cover this body with sheets," she whispered, enjoying the little shivers her words caused. "At least you didn't mess with a gown again."
Zi wanted to...do something, but coherent thought fled whenever Kynthia whispered like that in her ear. "Oooooooh......" When she felt hands try to turn her on her back, Zi readily complied, never willing to ignore the chance to be ravished.
Kynthia abandoned Zi's neck, deciding instead to nibble down the collarbone to a breast; she nipped at one nub as she shrugged out of her robe.
"'Thia...." Zi carressed Kynthia's back, encouraging the teleporter to do something more. "Please...." Her moans were met with chuckles.
As one hand lightly tickled Zi's side, Kynthia licked her way down her lover's stomach. "Enjoying yourself, Zis-love?" she purred.
"I'd enjoy it more if you damn well stopped teasing me!" Zi reached for the bedside table and fumbled through the top drawer. She tossed a double-headed dildo she'd found at Kynthia.
"Impatient, are we?"
"Shut up."
The teleporter chuckled after easily catching the dildo. "Is this a hint, Zis-love? Waiting for me to ravage you proper?"
Zi growled. "Just stick the bloody thing up your cunt and fuck me!" Squirming, she glared at her Greek lover. *Damned Greeks...always teasing.*
Fingering herself, Kynthia pressed the dildo against her clit before slipping it into her body. She moaned in pleasure, moans that deepened when she shifted the dildo into position. "Ready?"
"Hurry...." Zi wriggled, knowing it was the quickest way to destroy the teleporter's resolve. "'Thia," she whined--the second-best way to drive Kynthia insane.
The wriggle-tactic worked. Before Zi could do anything more to entice Kynthia, the teleporter lifted one of the Air Adept's legs over her shoulder and entered Zi quickly. "Ziske...." she whispered. She let go of Zi's leg, allowing her lover's legs to wrap around her waist and pull her closer.
Though it seemed like the better idea, Kynthia couldn't stop herself from thrusting the dildo into Zi immediately. The younger woman moaned, which enticed the teleporter even more. She leaned down to worry Zi's collarbone and neck, occassionally leaving love bites that would eventually spawn some good-natured teasing. However, now....
Zi's nails dug tiny grooves in her lover's back as Kynthia shifted, the dildo now hitting her G-spot more often. "Kynthia!" she cried out. Her back arced upwards, which the older woman supported with one arm.
"Gods...." Kynthia didn't call on them often, except when Zi drove her to distraction...like now. She felt, rather than saw, her lover finger both of their clits.
That was what they both needed, apparently. Zi stiffened, the sensory overload from her climax flashing behind her eyelids as a near-scream tore from her throat. Kynthia wasn't far behind; her hands gripped Zi's hips as she muffled her own scream into the pale shoulder in front of her.
They were still panting when Kynthia pulled the dildo first out of Zi and then herself. Shakily, "Zis-love?"
"Hm?" was the sleepy reply.
"Robbie promised to finish yesterday's pancakes this morning."
Her only reply that time were some sleepy mumbles that sounded like, "I'll get the damned pancakes next year."
~Owari~
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