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Eyes drifting shut, Fate hummed a soft ditty while Nanoha ran a brush through her hair. They had spent Friday night in, with Fate helping Nanoha through more PT exercises before they settled in to watch something lighthearted from Studio Ghibli. Now both were done with showering and were taking their time helping each other with their long hair.
It soothed the both of them when they did this, and so the process was added to their ever-growing list of things to do together as a couple. Fate hoped the list would grow longer than her eye could see.
"Penny." Feeling the kiss in her hair, Fate smiled, "Just making a list of things we do as a couple." Her soprano held a dreamy quality to it, hushed and intimate, befitting the bubble the pair had built around them, "I want the list to stretch a mile long. Maybe two."
Thoroughly loving the mellifluous rise and fall of Fate's aristocratic accent, Nanoha made a small sound of amusement, her own alto warmly indulgent, "I could add to that list. Something we did before," she offered, surprisingly Fate who turned to glance at the woman kneeling behind her. Her stolen memories were still a very sore spot for Nanoha and the blonde avoided asking much, sensing the ill-hidden worry the auburn haired woman still harboured over the possible harmful repercussions if everything would return to Fate at once.
Perhaps in this bubble of security, seated as they were on the bed, Nanoha felt it safe enough to broach the subject with Fate. Seeing that her girlfriend wasn't being facetious, Fate turned to more fully face the other woman, who continued to brush the still drying ends of the blonde's hair. "Please do," Fate requested gently. Sometimes she wondered who had been harmed more by her family's actions that night, and almost invariably, her answer was always Nanoha. Ignorance was far too blissful, Fate had concluded. Her heart still ached for the lost time they had spent gingerly circling each other.
That wistful look that always accompanied Nanoha's recollection of their previous friendship settled over the Takamachi heir's noble features, and Fate couldn't resist stroking the woman's cheek while she shared another preciously held memory. "Spectacle shopping," she said simply. Crimson eyes blinked at warm ocean pools, before widening in slow realisation, "That is why I did not recognise the glasses I had in Japan."
A corner of Nanoha's lips twitched upwards and she nodded, smile widening to feel the blonde's thumb brushing across her lips, "Your old pair broke when you fell that time." The echo of a dull crunch sounded in Fate's mind and she winced, belatedly. "Those buttwipes," Fate growled, "Were they ever caught?"
Azure gaze slipping slightly to the side, Nanoha gave a light cough, "Not by the authorities, no." Fate had no doubt some few in TSAB's Operations department did find out who the perpetrators were and exacted their own unique brand of revenge, and she quirked one sandy brow at the close-lipped executive, "But by others?" She prompted, earning a sly little grin that said everything and revealed nothing.
Feeling rather happy with her deductive skills, she divested Nanoha of the brush, setting it on the side table to take the lightly calloused hands into her own. "Even if I go back centuries, I do not believe there has been anyone in my family who can claim to have their very own knight in shining armour apart from myself."
'Oh, that got me the cutest blush yet,' Fate observed in delight. Placing deliberate kisses on the pads of every digit on each hand, Fate finished with a final kiss on lush lips that refused to relinquish her own once they had touched. The now familiar feeling of fingers burying themselves in her hair sent gooseflesh chasing itself down her body as those same lips parted, a teasing tongue brushing lightly over hers in a silent demand for entrance.
Acquiescing immediately to the other woman's wishes with a faint sigh, Fate dug her fingers into Nanoha's uninjured waist, fingers clasping and kneading in time to clashing lips and duelling tongues. Moaning to feel that agile pink invader twirling hotly in her mouth, she fell back against the pillows, bringing the other woman along with her. Strong thighs straddled her middle smoothly, Nanoha never once allowing their lips to lose contact.
They were in nothing more than bathrobes after their shower and loose ties had easily come undone in this one simple shift of position. The feel of Nanoha's bare bottom in her equally naked lap was sending Fate into mild paroxysms of ecstasy; she could not recall their ever being this intimate before and she felt the barely banked fires between them flaring up again.
Nanoha took her time as she settled her weight fully onto the blonde, deepening their kiss while undulating sinuously over the blonde. Fate did not remember how she got here, but she enjoyed being stronger, sturdier. Easily bearing her girlfriend's weight, her hands slipped past the open edges of the other woman's robe to weigh the tempting mounds now hovering over her.
The gasp voiced so eloquently into her mouth while they kissed was all the encouragement she needed and she began to explore the velvet softness digging into her palms, lightly teasing at tips that hardened sweetly under her touch. A moistness not her own made itself known over her middle as Nanoha rocked in a slowly sensual rhythm over the blonde, the soft pull and drag of tender flesh leaving scalding hot trails over Fate's exposed belly.
"Nanoha…" Breaking the kiss to call to the goddess weaving the spell over her, the claws of Fate's hands tightened onto breasts that were perfect in her eyes. High and full, they spilled out from between her fingers and she felt her mouth water with the need to taste them.
Arching tautly into the hands she had been dreaming of for months, Nanoha threw her head back, abandoning herself to the woman beneath her. Admiring the sculpted lines of the auburn haired woman, Fate tensed her own faintly contoured abdomen to curl up, needing to taste what was being so freely offered to her.
Worshipping lips found the racing pulse under one finely curved jaw and her fingers tightened possessively. The knowledge that she was the cause behind the normally collected executive's rapid heartbeat was a heady thing and a sense of power infused Fate with a certain boldness in spite of her lack of experience. Pursing her lips around the woman's pulse point, her cheeks hollowed as she drew hard on the soft flesh, once more marking Nanoha as hers.
The hands that were buried in her hair tugged at her, encouraging the marking, then a moment of clarity hit the executive. "Feito-chan, wait, no… the… the costume ball is tomorrow." They were supposed to be wearing outfits, not hickeys! It took some time for Nanoha's words to sink in, Fate was far more interested in rolling incredibly stiff nubs between her thumb and forefinger. She really liked how that made the slickness coating her lower abdomen increase; the softly sticky sounds were an amazing turn on.
"Augh…" Groaning, Nanoha grasped Fate's surprisingly strong wrists in an attempt to stay any further torture to her heaving chest. The blonde's enthusiasm was going to be the death of her, she just knew it. Shivering under still searching lips that had found the sensitive scar tissue under her left collarbone to kiss, the Japanese woman carefully levered herself off of the too appealing seat that was Fate.
Those same lips made a moue of disappointment, the blonde reluctantly relinquishing her hold on those firm mounds she had been lusting after for what felt like an entire lifetime. They had felt as amazing as they looked in her hands and the brief touches she had had only served to whet her appetite. The hold on her wrists disappeared, the other woman linking their fingers placatingly instead. "I'm sorry. My results should be out next week."
Nostrils flaring, Fate took a deep, calming breath and leaned close, rubbing noses with Nanoha. Azure eyes held a hint of contrition and Fate gave an internal sigh. Clearly, the other woman felt that it was expected that she be better at controlling herself, which made no sense whatsoever to Fate - She loved that Nanoha forgot herself around Fate. "You don't have to apologise." She met the gaze she adored above all others, "It takes two hands to clap. It's not as if I'd been a passive participant, you know."
Her shoulder still tingled from the blonde's kiss there and Nanoha knew the bruise under her jaw was going to be a prominent one. But how could she blame the blonde when she was simply exploring her sexuality for the first time? It was just bloody fortunate that it was her that Fate wanted to try things out with, instead of someone who would take advantage of the blonde's giving nature without hesitation. She simply thanked the kami that the outfit she had planned would be able to hide the mark easily.
Not wishing to belabour the issue, Nanoha simply pressed a kiss to the blonde's forehead. "Let me get some sanitary wipes," she husked, noticing the sheen of what had to have been her arousal spread liberally over the other woman's middle. Gods, the things Fate did to her without any effort whatsoever. She attempted to reach around the blonde to where the bedside table was.
A tiny spark of rebellion appeared in wine-red eyes, "Wh-What if I want to wear your scent on me?" She challenged, deliberately blocking Nanoha with her body, lips tugging into a playful little grin. That gave the other woman pause and one finely arched brow rose as the auburn haired goddess observed the faintly blushing blonde. "My my," the leopard purred appreciatively, settling back on her haunches, "You are a saucy little puppy, aren't you?"
Pressing the blonde back down into the pillows, her dark gaze trailed a palpable path down the woman's torso where her robe had fallen open, all the way to where the evidence of her earlier arousal was still spread over Fate's slim middle. Slowly, her eyes crept back up, past barely covered breasts to pin the blonde where she lay.
Despite being dressed similarly, Fate could sense a significant shift in their dynamic and she trembled ever so slightly, throat bobbing as she swallowed against a throat suddenly gone dry. She did not dispute the other woman's words, emboldened by the intensely reciprocal nature of their interactions so far.
The other woman rose up to her knees to loom almost menacingly over her prone form and all Fate could do was worship the flawless body of her girlfriend. Perfection in its imperfections, there was nothing she would change, save her wish that Nanoha had never been hurt because of her. Her scars merely served to add an air of danger to the feral aura Nanoha already wore as naturally as she did her open robe.
A robe that Nanoha was shrugging out of with a graceful roll of her shoulders. She stared imperiously down at the blonde and seemed pleased to see Fate holding herself in place where she had been shoved down to. The light touch of the executive's fingers tracing over the curve of her cheek felt like a reward and Fate licked her lips, daring to extend her neck just a little to better feel those fingers. Endless depths of Aegean blue seemed intent to swallow her whole and she was more than ready to be swept away. Already her body felt overheated, the open robe she still wore causing her to feel over-dressed. Instinctively, she reached for the woman she loved but was stopped by the slightest widening of those eyes holding her captive.
Nanoha watched as the blonde's slim hand dropped back down to the bed. It appeared their ability to communicate wordlessly still held true in the bedroom and the toothy grin she graced Fate with was an approving one. With excruciatingly minute, deliberate moves, Nanoha raised one knee and spread her legs to plant her other knee on the other side of the woman laying back flat against the pillows.
Crimson eyes snapped down to stare at what the auburn haired woman was purposely showing her and Nanoha gave the predictable blonde a sensual smile, informing the other woman that this was the consequence of her obedience. Reprising her earlier position on the slim body beneath her, continuously watching the other woman holding herself in place, Nanoha straddled Fate's hips again.
The blonde felt the fires of the other woman's blue gaze licking over her body and when the blazing heat of Nanoha's centre blessed the surface of her skin anew, the gasp that escaped her tight throat was a strangled one. This was wildly different from their earlier exchange; every look, every touch, every word, seemed to hold far more meaning and the corresponding thrill was exponentially more intense.
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Fate understood she wasn't to use her hands in this situation. Still, the desperation to escalate their connection was pooling wetly between her own legs. Inspired to try, she flexed the surface underneath Nanoha and the hooded stare that met her yearning gaze crinkled lightly at the corners of those brilliantly blue eyes. "Such a resourceful puppy." Fate felt her lower belly clench in response to the praise and a trickle of her own cream seeped out past the inflamed seam between her lips to soak into the robe under her.
The woman's deep burr was thick with arousal that had spiked even higher when Fate's need to give surfaced in the form of that tensed abdomen. Clearly, the blonde was hoping to stimulate the slick flesh weighing down on her, and it was working all out of proportion to her minute movements.
Conscious that she had set out to clean Fate, not soil her even further, Nanoha leaned down to press their sweaty chests together and Fate found herself surrounded by all things Nanoha. The thick fall of the woman's hair formed a dark curtain around them and the blonde realised she did not wish to move, not when remaining still got her this.
Sinfully lush lips brushed along the delicate curve of Fate's jawline until the damp, heated wash of the goddess' purr sounded intimately into the blonde's reddened ear, "You can wear my scent once you earn it. For now, I mean to keep my puppy clean. You can wait, right?"
Swallowing hard, Fate jerked a nod, fancying she would have agreed to anything the other woman asked at this point, her whole body burned for Nanoha. Those same lips found hers and she moaned into the kiss, feeling herself being supped upon by the hungering form pressed deliciously on top of her. The sensation of being surrounded left all too soon for Fate's liking, however, when Nanoha rose to trail nipping kisses down the length of the blonde's exposed torso.
Reaching where she had just been perched on the slim woman, Nanoha made certain Fate was watching and extended the full length of her long tongue. With one swipe, she dragged the wickedly flexible appendage over the blonde's belly, gathering up her own essence from the make-shift dish that was Fate's abdomen with the flat of her tongue. Nanoha's eyes lidded from the exquisite mingling of their tastes, enhanced further by the mouthwatering scent wafting up from between the blonde's legs.
"Touch yourself while I clean you," Nanoha ordered, her own hand slipping down to the burning spot between her legs. The blonde's hand shot down to play with herself without hesitation now that she had been given permission to move, her full bottom lip caught urgently between even white teeth while she stared hotly at the sight and feel of the executive licking Fate's stomach clean while the woman pleasured herself.
The loud, wet noises of hands moving in tandem filled the apartment, accompanied by panting gasps and moans torn in equal measure from both women. A few touches was all it took for Fate to reach her completion, and Nanoha delighted in the uncontrolled jerks and shudders that was making her cleaning work much more difficult. Glancing up, she groaned tightly at the sight and sounds of the blonde sobbing out her release and she was lost, moaning her own jerking pleasure into the tight little button of the other woman's navel.
Panting, Fate made to remove her soaked hand, only to find her wrist grasped, locking her hand to where it was, "Not yet, puppy. I want a better view this time." She had felt Nanoha's climax against her middle in the peripheral of her pleasure-soaked mind and was perplexed at the demand at first. Looking down past her heaving breasts, Fate stared at the auburn haired goddess who was lifting her cream-coated fingers up to suck them clean.
Blue eyes held the blonde's own crimson ones in a thrall whilst Nanoha licked her calloused fingers clean, purposefully flickering her agile tongue in the 'V' between her index and middle finger to tease. Large eyes grew wider to take in the insanely provocative show being put on for her benefit and Fate squirmed to find her arousal climbing its way up the precipice once more.
Fate felt her hand being released by Nanoha's, and the blonde flushed to her very roots when that same hand slipped between her legs to press lightly at the inside of one. She finally understood what was being required of her. Whimpering softly, she spread her legs as instructed, offering the view of her most intimate place to Nanoha. Eyes Fate didn't think could dilate any further darkened even more. "You're so fucking beautiful, do you know that?" The naked appreciation in her girlfriend's voice sent a frisson of pleasure coursing through Fate's nethers and she felt herself soaking the towelled material under her bottom.
The bed sank and shook as Nanoha moved to kneel between those soft thighs stretched apart for her and her alone, her eyes riveted to the sweetly throbbing flesh. "I can't wait to taste you…" She growled hungrily, her hand diving back down to drive two fingers into herself. "Spread yourself, I want to see all of you."
A roughness betrayed the raw desire Nanoha had for the blonde and Fate moved as if hypnotised, filled with a need to meet that desire with action. Hands that had never done what she was going to do now moved to touch nether lips that still sang and pulsed with her earlier climax. Gasping when sensitive flesh was stretched, she pulled herself apart. Exposed to the very quick, she felt the trammel of her heart pounding hard inside her chest, "D-Do you like what you see?" She whispered, the words forming without thought, only a need to meet with Nanoha's approval driving her.
A stinging bite on the inside of her thigh was Fate's answer and she shuddered, feeling her fingers bathed afresh by the dew spilling out of her. Nanoha had not planned to mark the blonde, but the sight of the pale pink bulb of flesh glistening just past Fate's entrance was too much. She had come so close, so damned close to claiming the ethereal beauty, her head turning at the last moment to sink her teeth into the large tendon to the side of the splendour that was the blonde spreading herself for her.
Lifting her gaze to find wine-shaded eyes glazed over with euphoria, she smiled, "I LOVE what I see." That familiar glow meant only for her filled those hazy eyes and Fate arched her hips up in response. She was playing with herself again, graceful fingers slipping easily over the bundle of nerves seated at the apex of her pulsing wet core. It had slipped out of its little hood, engorged and aching for the attention Fate was giving it now.
Nanoha was licking her lips, avidly watching Fate's hands while the executive added another finger to the two she was already pleasuring herself with. Fate imagined what Nanoha's tongue would feel like over what she was playing with and she felt herself stiffen. The instinct to lock her legs closed was foiled by knees pressing her own down and the sensation of being pinned and spread was all it took to send her careening into oblivion with stridently desperate wails.
Even in the throes of ecstasy, the blonde's voice was music to Nanoha's ears, "Fuck…" Clamping down hard on the fingers inside of her, the executive threw her head back with a cry, her lean form gleaming in stark relief as she shook and shuddered a mere fraction of a second after Fate's own climax. The hot spurt of liquid splashing against Nanoha's pulsating nethers had the auburn haired woman convulsing once more with yet another cry. "Feito-chan!"
Collapsing heavily atop of the blonde's rapidly rising and falling chest, the two women did their best to recover their senses. Cheek pillowed on Fate's breast, Nanoha pressed her ear over the blonde's heart. The powerful beat was lulling her into a mild state of somnolence and she could feel her own heartbeat slowly matching the one under her ear.
She felt her hair being nuzzled and she lifted herself up to smile down at the sleepily blinking beauty. "Everything all right?" She asked throatily, wondering how the blonde would take to the little foray into this new dynamic. The blindingly sweet smile was made all the more incredible with how uneffusive Fate usually was and Nanoha cupped the visage she loved more than life itself with her one dry hand. "I'm glad you liked it."
Fate stretched sinuously under the auburn haired woman, "Mmm, I loved it." Nanoha chuckled huskily to find her puppy had a purr of her own. Rising with a clear intent to kiss the chuckling woman, Fate pouted to find herself foiled yet again. "Ah ah, I need to wash us both down first. Look at the mess we made." Blushing at the reminder of just what she had been doing to make such a mess, Fate burrowed her hot face into the crook of Nanoha's neck. "I've never done that… o-on my own," she mumbled, her shy voice muffled by thick auburn hair.
She felt more than heard this second chuckle, "I'm glad I inspire Feito-chan, then. You certainly inspire me." Exhaling a long breath, Nanoha performed an abdominal curl, lifting herself and Fate up to sit in bed.
"N-Nanoha!" Fate exclaimed, alarmed that the woman could have strained the wounds in her side.
'Hooo, that stung,' Nanoha thought, still pleased that she could do it anyway. Throwing Fate a lopsided smile to reassure the woman, she slipped off the side of the bed and stood, offering her hand to the princess, "Come on, my puppy needs a wash." Cheeks still red, Fate accepted the hand, wondering what she should be calling her girlfriend in this instance. Casting an uncertain glance over to the auburn haired woman who lifted a brow in query, she ventured hesitantly, "M-May I wash my… my mistress in return?"
Blue eyes wide, Nanoha stared at her pale counterpart for three full beats. Large puppy dog eyes glanced worriedly at the woman struck by silence. "T-Too soon?" She asked, an echo of the same question asked not even a week before.
Nudged out of her stupor, Nanoha offered the blonde a shy smile of her own and said, "Perhaps. Give yourself time to consider." Waylaying any doubts the blonde might have over Nanoha's lack of instant acceptance, the executive gave the hand she held an emphatic squeeze, "Know that I am honoured beyond words that you would ask. And yes, I would love your help to wash."
Nanoha was getting good at knowing when Fate's self-esteem needed a little boost and the blonde felt her insides go mushy. There had never been anyone else who put her thoughts and feelings first the way the auburn haired woman did, and a strong impression that this was hardly the first time this had occurred only had Fate falling harder still for the Japanese woman.
Musing that this seemed to have more ramifications than she had first realised, Fate nodded and followed after her girlfriend, and possibly more. Nanoha wanted to give her time to make an informed decision, that was all. She knew without a doubt that the executive wouldn't leave her to muddle things through on her own. Lifting her chin, the blonde stepped confidently after the other woman. Nanoha wanted Fate for Fate, anything else was secondary, was what her girlfriend had actually meant.
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"Does it bother you?"
"Hmm?" Fate cast a questioning look over her shoulder at Nanoha. The woman was lathering up some shower cream between her hands. Giving Fate a small smile, she began to run her hands over the blonde's back. Both women had their hair tucked into shower caps. It was getting late and dealing with long hair in ninety percent humidity was not something either of them wanted when it was just their bodies that needed cleaning.
"To be hiding our relationship, I mean."
Shaking her head, Fate made her own handfuls of lathered soap and turned to wash Nanoha's front, her smile holding more than a hint of cheekiness. Chuckling, Nanoha swapped to soaping Fate's front as well. "I saw how the markets reacted to our, but really, your return. I would need Suzuka-san's qualifications to predict how news of us would impact TSAB's value. Especially this soon after you got back to work."
Nanoha marvelled at her girlfriend's levelheaded response, prompting a soft giggle out of the blonde who took her chance to tweak the sweetly pointed tips of her girlfriend's breasts while the woman searched for an adequate response to Fate's words.
Jumping where she stood, she swatted at those naughty hands, "Insatiable woman. Can we stick to the subject for once?!"
Innocently large eyes were batted at Nanoha, "I have not changed the subject." Fate guilelessly pointed out whilst playing with other points. Charmed as she was, Nanoha refused to fall for the blonde's ploy and pinched one cheeky cheek with soapy fingers, "You are such a brat. My hands are going to be full with you, I can see that."
"Mmm, I want your hands full of me," Fate murmured, earning herself a sceptical look.
"As opposed to your hands being full of me?" Nanoha asked archly, pointedly looking at Fate and what her hands were up to. The blonde knew that the other woman was catching on to the playful mood, recognising the indulgent twist in those lush lips she wanted to kiss again.
"Well, I want that, too…" The audacity of the woman's greed sparked off a full belly laugh in Nanoha, enchanting the blonde with its warm, rich tones. Until tickling fingers found her weak spots which had Fate shrieking and squirming away. Unfortunately for her, there was nothing but a wall behind her and soon the blonde found herself imprisoned on either side by arms that had slid around her still gasping middle.
"What am I to do with you, hrm? I'm trying to have a serious conversation here." The broad grin held a hint of exasperation but Fate could tell the Japanese woman was perfectly fine with where things had gone. "Anything. Everything," she answered breathlessly. Fate was infinitely aware that she would regret nothing by offering Nanoha carte blanche, not even when the woman's wickedly wily fingers were tormenting her with tickles.
Searching azure delved into those gloriously rich ruby eyes, "Feito-chan…" These were no passing whims and she tightened her arms around the blonde. "I love you, Nanoha-chan." Snaking out one long arm to turn the rain shower back on, Fate curled both around the slightly shorter woman's neck and in the warm wash of cleansing waters, their lips met in a melting kiss that held vows unspoken and promises etched into souls that had found their mate.
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