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transient_words) wrote2011-06-01 01:48 am
transient_words) wrote2011-06-01 01:48 am
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[ficlet] No One Needs To Know About This
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Short, vague, brackets abuse, hyphens abuse, short but fairly explicit references to sexual actions. Self-edited.
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clampkink, and the following prompt: Hokuto/Any female character - Hokuto's first time having lesbian sex, she had never considered she could be so well fucked by another woman.
I apologise for spamming your f-list with bad fic, I really do. I just don't know what else to do with this eljay.
clampkink, and the following prompt: Hokuto/Any female character - Hokuto's first time having lesbian sex, she had never considered she could be so well fucked by another woman.I apologise for spamming your f-list with bad fic, I really do. I just don't know what else to do with this eljay.
It’s in the dim glow of a cafe – a bad replica of a Viennese one -- that Hokuto first sets eyes on her.
Long waves of fine, thick blonde hair, a supple bosom and blue eyes that twinkle with mischief (so bright, even in the bad lighting of this cafe --).
They’re just looking at each other, and it’s only when the other woman licks her lips – slowly and sensually – that Hokuto realises what’s happening.
She’s flirting.
It should disgust her, puzzle her or even just make her feel a bit awkward, but there’s none of that.
No, none of that at all, but genuine curiosity coiling in her stomach -- an electric thrill that is nearly all consuming.
And it’s this thrill that makes her walk over to the strange woman.
***
Hokuto never learns the woman’s name. Maybe it’s too loud in the cafe, or her head is too full of thoughts, but it doesn’t seem important, really.
All Hokuto knows is that they are talking and laughing a lot, and that she feels comfortable in the woman’s presence and that she can’t keep her eyes off her –
(the twinkle in her eyes, the outline of her full breasts that her tight shirt reveals or those full, pink lips --)
When the woman asks her if she wants to accompany her to the hotel room, Hokuto never even considers saying no.
***
They’re kissing as soon as they enter the room, and Hokuto doesn’t know how she ended up like this: pressed against the wall, and her mouth fully devoured by another woman’s –
It’s hot and wet and hungry. Like nothing she’s ever experienced before. Oh, she’s been kissed before by boys, in deserted classrooms and under trees, but it was never like this --
No, never this hot, and Hokuto never felt so weak in the knees; never felt this odd pulse throbbing down there, this desire to –
“Ah, “ escapes her mouth when the woman, faster than she expected, caresses her breast lightly, then trails her hand lower until she rubs her there where Hokuto needs it the most – and ah, it feels good.
More, Hokuto wants – no needs – more. “Please -- more,” she says.
And the woman gives her just that.
***
Hokuto leaves after an hour or two, her brain floozy and body weak. But she’s resolute.
“We might see each other again,” the woman told her, but Hokuto doesn’t believe it.
Not that it matters.
She takes a step forward –
(the woman’s tongue was hot when she kissed her down there, past the folds, and made Hokuto cry out when her tongue moved upwards, upwards until she was licking her clit and sent sparks of pleasure running down Hokuto’s spine --)
Shaking, she takes another. She’s stronger than this.
(Her fingers were equally hot, when she slid them inside, first one and then another – circling and circling, creating an odd ache in Hokuto’s stomach that grew more and more unbearable until it --)
No. She won’t think of it. Hokuto is stronger than that. This didn’t mean anything –
("You’re so cute," the woman told when she rubbed herself against Hokuto, her full breasts pressed against Hokuto’s smaller ones, and Hokuto –usually so assertive, so strong – could only gasp and moan out in pleasure --)
Blushing, Hokuto decides to hell with pride and starts running down the stairs until she’s out of the hotel and greeted by the morning sun –
It’s only now that she straightens herself and becomes Hokuto Sumeragi again –
No ever needs to know about this.
***
And it’s this thrill that makes her walk over to the strange woman.
***
Hokuto never learns the woman’s name. Maybe it’s too loud in the cafe, or her head is too full of thoughts, but it doesn’t seem important, really.
All Hokuto knows is that they are talking and laughing a lot, and that she feels comfortable in the woman’s presence and that she can’t keep her eyes off her –
(the twinkle in her eyes, the outline of her full breasts that her tight shirt reveals or those full, pink lips --)
When the woman asks her if she wants to accompany her to the hotel room, Hokuto never even considers saying no.
***
They’re kissing as soon as they enter the room, and Hokuto doesn’t know how she ended up like this: pressed against the wall, and her mouth fully devoured by another woman’s –
It’s hot and wet and hungry. Like nothing she’s ever experienced before. Oh, she’s been kissed before by boys, in deserted classrooms and under trees, but it was never like this --
No, never this hot, and Hokuto never felt so weak in the knees; never felt this odd pulse throbbing down there, this desire to –
“Ah, “ escapes her mouth when the woman, faster than she expected, caresses her breast lightly, then trails her hand lower until she rubs her there where Hokuto needs it the most – and ah, it feels good.
More, Hokuto wants – no needs – more. “Please -- more,” she says.
And the woman gives her just that.
***
Hokuto leaves after an hour or two, her brain floozy and body weak. But she’s resolute.
“We might see each other again,” the woman told her, but Hokuto doesn’t believe it.
Not that it matters.
She takes a step forward –
(the woman’s tongue was hot when she kissed her down there, past the folds, and made Hokuto cry out when her tongue moved upwards, upwards until she was licking her clit and sent sparks of pleasure running down Hokuto’s spine --)
Shaking, she takes another. She’s stronger than this.
(Her fingers were equally hot, when she slid them inside, first one and then another – circling and circling, creating an odd ache in Hokuto’s stomach that grew more and more unbearable until it --)
No. She won’t think of it. Hokuto is stronger than that. This didn’t mean anything –
("You’re so cute," the woman told when she rubbed herself against Hokuto, her full breasts pressed against Hokuto’s smaller ones, and Hokuto –usually so assertive, so strong – could only gasp and moan out in pleasure --)
Blushing, Hokuto decides to hell with pride and starts running down the stairs until she’s out of the hotel and greeted by the morning sun –
It’s only now that she straightens herself and becomes Hokuto Sumeragi again –
No ever needs to know about this.
***