| Sparkle & Shine One-shot Authoress: Keishi Part Two of a trilogy BIG FAT WARNING: Contains f/f relationships ONLY read if you are of age and open-minded!!! Disclaimer |
| note: Part Two of a trilogy. Gift fic for demonwing. Isis sat in front of her vanity, eyes trained on the slow-moving hand holding the mascara brush with firm precision. The wand moved deliberately, bringing her already thick eyelashes up and out further, enhancing her exotic features. She used no foundation or powder on her cheeks, as she needed none. Her eyes were naturally shadowed due to her Egyptian heritage, so she went without there as well. The only pieces of make-up she owned, in fact, were a nude shade of lipstick and the very mascara wand she was holding at that moment. When she was done, Isis capped the mascara and picked up a brush, intent on running it through her hair one more time. A pale figure appeared behind her, however, and took the brush from her hands. A rich, deep chuckle sounded from behind as slender, gentle hands began brushing her hair. "Want me to do your hair for you, love?" Mai's voice was like silk against Isis' skin, warming and thrilling her all at the same time. Hands twisted her soft hair into an intricate knot at the nape of her neck, fingers deftly twisting through the thick, glossy rope. Isis looked in the mirror at the reflection of her lover. Mai was all golden and sunlight, the barely-there dress she was wearing almost the same hue as her skin. It shimmered softly as she moved. "You look beautiful," Isis said throatily, the sight of her gorgeous blonde lover catching her breath in her throat. Mai smiled gently, her pinkened lips curving in a genuine smile as she continued running her fingers through the Egyptian's raven hair. "Not looking too shabby yourself, my goddess." Isis was wearing a simple, low-cut black dress that complemented and enhanced her exotic beauty. The dress was particularly long, and Isis felt almost like she was in her robes, save for the slit that ran up one side, all the way to her hip, leaving one leg completely bare. She was sinuously graceful, like that of a doe, Mai reflected. At that moment, she certainly looked like the goddess she was named after. "On second thought," Mai murmured, pressing one perfectly manicured finger to her cheek, "maybe you should leave your hair down. It looks gorgeous brushing your shoulders like that." As she spoke, she let go of Isis' hair, watching it tumble like dark water down her graceful neck to her soft, bare shoulders. Running her fingers through it one last time, Mai smiled and nodded her head. "Almost perfect," she declared. Isis turned to look at her lover, arching one eyebrow. "Oh? And what keeps it from being perfect?" she asked coyly. "This." Mai drew a long chain from between her breasts, a simple gold necklace with a pendant on the end. As she drew it across Isis' throat, the Egyptian got a good look at the tiny pendant. It was an intricate rendering of a sun, with a half-moon wrapped around it on one side. "It's beautiful, Mai!" Isis exclaimed, fingering the pendant once it was secured around her throat. She stood abruptly, grabbing the blonde in a tight hug. "I love it so much." Mai laughed, holding onto the raven-haired girl possessively. "I'm glad, honey, but we should really get going. Our reservation's at eight and I'm _starving_. It takes a day's worth of fasting to make _this_ look good, you know." She swept a hand down her side, indicating her sheer dress. Isis' eyes followed her sweeping gesture hungrily. "I know," she said lowly. "I already know what I want for dessert." Her eyes danced wickedly as she regarded the older woman. Mai pulled the Egyptian close, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes. Her mouth curved sexily. "Patience, gorgeous one. We have all night for that." Isis met Mai's look with a sultry one of her own. "Then let's go and get this over with-- the entree I want is _not_ at the restaurant." Mai shivered, then kissed her lightly, so as not to ruin her lipstick, and spun out of her embrace. "Let's go!" -- The glass-walled restaurant was an upscale affair, and the pair had been trying unsuccessfully to get reservations for weeks. It took only one phone call to a certain blue-eyed CEO on Mai's part, however, for them to finally secure themselves a table. Having friends in high places turned out to be a good thing, for once, mused the blonde as they were seated. The maitre' d was particularly gracious to them, seating first Isis then Mai at a cozy table for two near the west backing of windows. As he scooted Isis' chair for her, he couldn't resist flirting lightly with the exotic Egyptian. Isis responded light-heartedly at first, until she glimpsed Mai's frown across the table. She sent a questioning look the blonde's way as the maitre' d went through the wine list, but the blonde shook her head vaguely and turned her attention to the man, finally choosing a light white for the both of them. The man hurried off, letting them know their server would be with them momentarily as he went to get the wine. As soon as he was gone, Mai pulled Isis' hand toward her. "I love you," she said softly, her amethyst eyes glowing in the candlelight. Isis answered with a loving smile of her own, her large ocean-colored eyes lighting up at the words. "I love you, too." Mai's fingers played with the many rings Isis wore on her hand, fiddling with the bands absently as she gazed at the Egyptian. "So you really like the necklace?" "Of course I do," admonished Isis, fingering the delicate chain. The pendant hung perfectly between her breasts, making her feel safe and loved. "You know I do," she added in a gentler tone. Mai chuckled. "I know, I just wanted to make sure." She pulled back as their waiter wound his way towards the table. The twenty-something male took in both females and a wide grin drew itself across his face. Mai rolled her eyes as Isis grimaced, adjusting her spaghetti strap self-consciously. The pair ordered without event, though Mai had to keep reminding the damn horny youth to look at their _faces_ and nowhere else. "Kids these days," she mumbled to herself as she swirled her wine around in her glass. Isis, on the other hand, spied the dance floor. "Come dance with me, Mai," she said excitedly, grabbing the blonde's delicate wrist and not taking no for an answer. She'd wanted to dance with her lover in a fancy place like this for so long, and was not about to let the opportunity escape them. Winding their way onto the floor, Mai took Isis into her arms, the dark-haired girl laying her head on Mai's shoulder, inhaling her scent. She smelled of expensive perfume, baby powder, and a scent that could only be described as a Mai original. It was heady, and Isis could have easily gotten drunk off of it, such was its potency to her. She loved the scent, and inhaled deep. The song was slow, old, and just perfect for the bare minimum of movement the pair was giving it, arms around each other, bodies molded together, dark and light ending and beginning all over again. When the song ended, Mai led Isis back to their table, where their meal was already waiting. It was delicious, the wine even moreso. At the end, Mai ordered a single piece of french cheesecake, with two forks. Isis arched an eyebrow at her beautiful lover, but said nothing, waiting for events to unfold naturally. When the dessert came, Mai picked up her fork, and instructed Isis to do the same. They both cut into the sinfully decadent concoction, Isis following Mai's lead, and fed each other the first pieces. Isis moaned softly at the taste. This was pure ecstasy, condensed down into one deliciously edible bite. Her eyes slid closed as she savored the taste, her fingers unconsciously pressing against her lips. When she opened them again, she met Mai's gaze across the table. The large, amethyst eyes were sparkling playfully. Another forkful was held to the Egyptian's lips. "What?" Isis flicked her tongue out, licking at the offered morsel quickly, eyes still trained on the blonde. Mai shrugged, lifting her shoulders gracefully. "Can't I just enjoy watching you eat?" Ignoring Mai's question, Isis finally took the bite of cheesecake, clamping down on the fork and sliding them, achingly slow, from the utensil. She smirked as she watched her lover bite back a moan of her own. "Slut." Isis' eyes lowered dangerously as a smile found its way slowly onto her lips. "But I'm your slut." She held out another morsel for Mai. The blonde looked at the forkful in front of her lips for a moment. "As I am yours," she said before taking the bite from Isis' fork. Once the cheesecake was eaten and the table cleared, Mai looked at Isis suggestively. "Ready to go?" Isis took a sip of wine daintily. "Not yet," she replied, surprising Mai. "Give me your hand," she instructed, holding out her own. Mai gave Isis a surveying look, but did as ordered. Isis held the proffered hand in her own delicately, fingers running lightly over Mai's wrist. Her other hand spread Mai's palm wide, and she looked intently into it. "You can read palms?" Mai asked, wary. Isis only nodded, hushing her companion and looking deeply into the lines running along the underside of Mai's elegant hand. Silently slipping her right foot free of her sandal, Isis lowered her dusky eyes sultrily. "I have seen your future," she proclaimed dramatically. Mai forced herself not to roll her eyes. "Have you now?" She couldn't, however, keep the sarcasm from her voice. Isis' eyes narrowed imperceptibly. "You dare to doubt my power?" A wicked smile tugged at her lips as her foot ran lightly up Mai's calf. Mai gasped at the contact, unconsciously leaning forward. "No, my goddess," she said, playing along. Whatever Mai had planned seemed like it could be lots of fun. "Do you wish to know of your future?" Isis couldn't help the mischievous gleam in her eye. Her foot ran up Mai's dress to play with the soft skin of her inner thigh, teasingly not paying any attention to the growing heat between the blonde's thighs. Mai nearly writhed in her chair. "I do." Isis bit back a smile, keeping her face serious, yet sensuous. Her toes, after running circles on Mai's thighs for a while, finally brushed against her pantied sex. The blonde moaned softly, her eyes going half-mast with pleasure. "You will meet a mysterious dark stranger," Isis breathed, "who won't charge you a cent for reading your palm."* Mai laughed weakly, too overcome with pleasure to do much else. Isis' toes continued to rub up and down Mai's panties, eliciting the softest of moans from her blonde lover. Soon Mai was drenched, her hands gripping her chair mercilessly in order to stay seated and not just rip her and Isis' clothes off and make love to her right there. "Let's get out of here," she all but groaned out. Paying the bill, they grabbed their coats and left quickly, walking briskly down the sidewalk towards their apartment. Mai practically dragged Isis along, she was so on fire. At a crosswalk, the blonde drew the dark-haired girl to her desperately, kissing her deeply. She didn't know how long she could wait to devour her lover. The light seemed like it never wanted to change, and the traffic streamed by, each car mocking Mai as she longingly looked across the way at their apartment building. It was a cold night out, and it had been snowing since early that afternoon, draping the normally hard city in a blanket of soft white that made everything appear magical. Tapping her foot impatiently, one hand stroking up Isis' arm under her coat, Mai spied a park to their left. Dragging Isis away from the intersection, she planted her firmly on a bench after dusting it of snow, well hidden from any passersby. "Mai, what are you--?" Isis' question was cut off when the blonde hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties and shoved them in her coat pocket, and planted herself on Isis' lap. Her lips claimed the Egyptian's in a searing kiss, tongue invading hungrily, lapping at Isis with fervor. "Touch me, Isis, please," she breathed into her mouth, before their lips melded together again. As one hand held her, another trailed up Mai's dress to cup her breast, kneading it through the thin fabric. A fingertip ran over Mai's nipple, making her gasp, and Isis teased it relentlessly through the dress. Leaning back, Mai let Isis' hands wander all over her body. She was aflame with desire, and every touch was stoking the fire until it was all Mai could do to withstand it. One hand snaked up Mai's dress, sliding along her silken thigh, and the blonde sighed in anticipation. She needed this, craved this. Pulling the satiny fabric to one side, Isis' finger rubbed enticingly against Mai's moist clit. The moan her lover let out, along with the fierce kiss, urged Isis onward, and she worked relentlessly. Mai bucked against Isis' invading fingers, rubbing against the intrusion wantonly, her head thrown back. Tiny moans and whimpers escaped her lips as she rode Isis' hand, the other occupied with keeping her from sliding completely off the park bench. Mai came that very instant, Isis kissing her deeply to muffle her cries. Neither heard the police officer as he approached. "Excuse me, ladies, but I'm going to have to ask you to exit this park. It's closing hours." The kindly, older officer tried his hardest not to look too long at the pair entwined on the bench, no matter how lovely a sight they made. Mai and Isis got up slowly, Isis blushing profusely and Mai hardly containing her laughter. "Thank you for the notice, officer," Mai said cutely, her large eyes dancing with mirth. She laid a small kiss on his cheek, making the portly man blush. Isis licked her fingers suggestively, and the policeman nearly died right there. Both girls ran off, their laughter echoing in the sparkling winter night. ---- Owari. *this was actually taken from a drawing in an old Penthouse magazine I once had. |