Session 1
by SinCrusader
Author’s Note/Randomness: I’m happy. My eye hasn’t twitched in an entire day. See, I had this problem the other day where the right corner of my right eye kept twitching--seriously, all day. I was starting to think it might’ve been lack of sleep of something. Maybe it was just caffeine withdrawal, ‘cause I’ve drank about a two-liter’s worth of Dr. Pepper today, so I’m definitely not low on caffeine (*leg spasm*). Dude, I get the worst withdrawal symptoms, though. I get all bitchy and irritable, and I get these crazy-ass headaches. Apparently I also get an annoying tic. Or, hey, maybe it was paintball withdrawal, ‘cause I definitely went paintballing today and my twitchy-thing is gone. Hmm... Speaking of paintball, man do I need a massage. Oh, what I wouldn’t pay to be filthy-stinkin’ rich... Wait, that doesn’t work. Anyway.
Show of hands, who cares about the SinCrusader’s withdrawal symptoms? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Okay, here we go...
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The door slammed closed behind Dorothy, the blonde having kicked it shut with one booted foot. Fuming, Dorothy strode up to Relena, until she was even with the shorter, darker girl. Eyebrows drawn close in anger, the blonde shoved the princess back a step, causing her to bump into the arm of the sofa. Relena fell back onto the armrest, staring defiantly up at Dorothy, who had drawn herself even closer and come to stand between the girl’s legs.
“You--” she bit off in anger, poking one finger into Relena’s chest, just above the girl’s breasts. Before she could say another word, Relena stood up, holding Dorothy’s eyes with her own. They were so close that they were breathing the same air, lips barely an inch apart. Their feet occupied almost the same space, neither farther back than the other. Legs were intertwined, and arms had no choice but to follow suit.
Breathing heavy, Relena drew herself up so that she could look Dorothy in the eye. Anger rose in the girl’s heart, causing her blood to rush through her veins faster than she thought possible.Then, suddenly, her hand had found its way into Dorothy’s hair and her arm was wrapped around the other girl’s waist as their lips met in fierce abandon.
Tongues warred and lips fought as Relena tugged at Dorothy’s hair, crushing their faces together. Not one to be thrown off balance, Dorothy allowed her hands to travel up Relena’s sides, pushing her shirt up as their heated kiss continued. They broke apart just long enough for Dorothy to pull the brunette’s shirt over her head, then fell together once more. Dorothy’s shirt quickly joined the growing pile, followed by two bras. Relena’s skirt fell to the floor, along with Dorothy’s, and then their panties. Finally they were left in nothing but their shoes and socks.
The two girl’s took a moment to laugh at their brash, wild behavior. Then Relena broke the mood by saying something to the effect of, “God, you’re hot when you’re mad,” and pulled Dorothy into another searing kiss. She allowed her hands to slide down the blonde’s body, coming to rest at the girl’s hips, as her lips continued their sensual assault. Dorothy groaned as Relena’s hands moved farther down still, teasing the wiry hairs that began a few inches below her navel. Removing her mouth from the other girl’s lips, Relena began to kiss and nip at Dorothy’s throat. Before the blonde could protest about their position, Relena slipped first one and then two fingers within Dorothy, causing the other girl to tremble a little in her grasp.
“I’m gonna fall down...” she managed to grind out between grit teeth. Relena just giggled a little and moved her fingers inside the blonde.
“Hey, you know that one song...” Relena said, still laughing a little.
Dorothy only moaned, head throw back just the slightest bit, and nodded as Relena moved her thumb to caress the blonde’s clit. “I know a lot of songs... God, Relenaaaa....”
The brunette grinned, then finally gave in to her lover and let them slide to the floor, mere feet from the couch. She positioned herself over Dorothy, her hand still firmly occupied with the blonde’s soaked sex as her other hand massaged one aroused breast. “I meant the one where it’s all like,” she rubbed her thumb against Dorothy’s clit particularly hard and sang in the lowest, growliest voice she could manage, “I wanna fuck you like an animal.” Dorothy couldn’t laugh though, she was far to busy moaning under the brunette’s assault. Relena continued, “I wanna feel you from the inside,” and stroked Dorothy for emphasis. She let up on the girl’s clit, not wanting her to come too soon, and turned her attention to the interior in question. While her fingers stroked and drilled into Dorothy, Relena allowed her mouth to move down to one of the blonde’s aroused nipples, suckling gently, then biting a little and licking.
Dorothy’s hands were threaded in Relena’s hair now, tangling in the golden-brown tresses that cascaded down her back, some of which fell to the sides and tickled at Dorothy’s skin. But all that mattered in that moment was the immense pleasure the blonde was being subjected to. Nothing else.
Relena moved her mouth from the girl’s breast up to her throat, where she continued her licking and biting, leaving a couple small bruises behind to tell the story. She could feel--and hear--Dorothy drawing ever closer to her climax. The tightening of the blonde’s muscles, now on hair-trigger, soon to shift to spasmodic. Her skin, sweat-slicked and flushed dark. The fine hairs that covered her body, rising as if chilled. Her legs, spread and yet somehow clamped to Relena’s hand. Her pulse, which raced against Relena’s lips. Even her scent, a dark, musky sort of aroma, gave her away.
When she heard the blonde’s moans turn to cries, Relena brought her mouth from Dorothy’s neck to seal their lips together. Felt the powerlessness as Dorothy was too overwhelmed with pleasure to put much effort into returning the kiss, mostly just trembling against the brunette’s lips. And suddenly the blonde’s muscles made that tell-tale shift from hair-trigger to spasmodic, and it became deliciously apparent that she was very much in the throes of orgasm. But Relena didn’t let up, still driving into the girl’s sex, feeling the muscles continue to contract against her fingers, her thumb still massaging her clit and bringing random twitches from muscles that would all-too-soon give out.
“Gooooodddd, Relenaa,” Dorothy groaned into the brunette’s mouth. Relena just grinned against her lips and persevered, feeling the slight burn in her fingers and wrist as the strain began to make itself apparent. Her blonde victim found she could no longer make thoughts into words, or even form coherent thought, so she allowed Relena to tear every cry she could from her throat.
However, one thought did make itself known in Dorothy’s mind. I’m gonna pass out... she mused. And it took all of her strength to put that thought into words, which she then said to Relena.
“Oh realllyyy?” the brunette asked coyly. “Well, it’s been an hour. I suppose I’ll give you a break.” And she did, slowly bringing Dorothy down from euphoria and finally withdrawing her hand.
Dorothy shifted, allowing Relena to settle down on top of her. “Goddamn, you’re too good at that,” she commented.
The brunette laughed. Her breath was a feathery caress against Dorothy’s neck, and suddenly the blonde was inspired to reciprocate.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Relena yelped as Dorothy flipped her onto her back.
The blonde, in answer, set her lips to Relena’s throat, finding a sweet-spot just above her collarbone that drew a soft moan from the other girl. “Come now, Relena-sama, you can’t always be on top,” Dorothy murmured against the brunette’s skin.
The blonde’s argument drew a soft chuckle from Relena, who settled her arms around Dorothy’s waist. “Mmm...” she agreed.
Dorothy allowed her mouth to wander over the brunette’s chest, exploring every little dip and curve fully. She paused to flick her tongue over each nipple, causing Relena’s fingers to tense and dig into her back a little. Well, this should be interesting, Dorothy thought, noting the brunette’s reaction.
The blonde brought her casual exploration to a gradual stop, then looked Relena in the eye and said seriously, “You’re very beautiful.” The brunette smiled, acknowledging Dorothy statement for what it was. They had been fighting about this earlier--specifically Relena’s self-worth. The brunette had a tendency to turn a blind eye to what other people saw in her, which drove Dorothy absolutely insane. Especially when Relena made it obvious that she thought very little of herself. Relena had been lamenting about how little good she could do for the world, and it was beginning to scare the other girl. Depressed people with no self-esteem tend to suicide, and their relationship had progressed to a point that Dorothy seriously questioned--doubted, really--whether she could survive in a world without Relena. So to listen to the other girl mock her own dreams and constantly put herself down had a profound effect on the blonde. She had been about to tell Relena just how much she meant to her when the other girl had cut her off with that first searing kiss.
So, knowing that to acknowledge Dorothy’s statement and to let it go unchecked would be to lose the argument, Relena acquiesced and nodded just the slightest bit.
The smile that lit her blonde lover’s face was well worth the loss of a little self-hate.
Expecting a flurry of kisses, Relena was surprised when Dorothy drew herself up along the brunette’s body, allowing her skin to slide against Relena’s, her leg to rub teasingly against the other girl’s sex, and grinning as the other girl’s eyes fluttered shut and her breath came shorter, faster.
Dorothy levered herself so that she was looking directly down at her lover. When Relena’s eyes opened, she found herself face-to-face with the still serious-looking blonde. She moved to kiss the other girl, but Dorothy dodged the attempt.
“Tell me what you want, Relena,” the blonde said darkly.
Surprise danced across Relena’s face for a moment, then she asked, “What?” not quite comprehending.
“Tell me what you want,” Dorothy emphasized, pressing her leg harder against the brunette’s crotch.
“Oh...” The utterance was half-sigh and half-understanding. When Dorothy relaxed her leg’s pressure, Relena met her eyes and answered, “You.”
The blonde smiled, shaking her head. “You’ve already had me. Try again.”
Relena laughed. “Smartass,” she commented. Okay, she could play this game, too. Leaning up, she found Dorothy’s ear and whispered into it, “I want you to do to me what I did to you. I want to feel you all over me, inside of me, becoming me like I have become you.”
Dorothy had thought she couldn’t possibly get any more aroused after the pure satisfaction that Relena had introduced her to only a few minutes ago, but she was proven very wrong by what the brunette’s words did to her. An emotion that could only be identified as anticipation flooded her entire body, soaking what felt like every pore of her skin. “God, you’re gonna pay for that,” she promised. Then she allowed her desire to take over, and it brought her lips to Relena’s hot skin, pushed her leg even harder against the brunette’s sex, raked her nails along her lover’s sides.
Relena’s breath, which had already been coming quick and short, shifted almost to panting, and her pulse sky-rocketed. Hands twisted in Dorothy’s hair and clawed at the blonde’s back. She groaned loudly into her lover’s ear as she was jolted from relaxed to aroused beyond belief.
Dorothy’s lips found Relena’s ear and nipped at it briefly. She could not bring herself to stop kissing the brunette, so this was her compromise. “What do you want me to do?” she asked, her voice just enough above a whisper to come out a growl.
“If you haven’t figured it out by now, why should I even let you do anything?” Relena replied, her voice laced with a frustration that coaxed laughter from her lover.
“’Cause you want me to do everything,” Dorothy enunciated sexily.
“God yes...” Relena said, pressing her body as close to the blonde’s as she could. “That’s exactly what I want you to do.”
And that’s exactly what she did, starting by replacing her leg with her hand. “Like this?” she asked, feigning inexperience.
“Yeah, right like that,” Relena panted, moving into a rhythm with Dorothy. A particularly deep thrust coupled with a strong bite at her neck coaxed a sharp cry from the brunette’s throat, causing her to rise up slightly off of the floor. “Goddamn, Dorothy...” she groaned.
The blonde in question continued torturing her lover, winding her up and then letting her down. She would observe Relena’s actions, waiting for her body to become as taut as a bowstring, then she would relax her efforts and allow the crest to be end prematurely, frustrating Relena to no end.
“Stop being mean,” the brunette griped, pouting up at her lover.
Dorothy grinned wickedly. “Trying to tell me you’re ready, Relena-sama?”
“Oh definitely,” the other girl purred, writhing against Dorothy’s hand. “Do you worst.”
The blonde smiled now, a full-blown evil smile, and said simply, “Oh, good, permission,” before sliding down Relena’s body and replacing her hand with her mouth.
“God!” the brunette yelped, muscles all tensing suddenly. She’d never been more soaked in her life.
Dorothy’s tongue was everywhere, moving from teasing Relena’s clitoris to darting in and out of her wet sex. It didn’t take long for the first waves of orgasm to flood the brunette’s body, bringing every muscle to rigid attention. She barely noticed when Dorothy switched again, now teasing Relena with her hand rather than her mouth.
“Sorry, my hand got tired,” she apologized.
Relena, still in the throes of the prolonged climax brought on by Dorothy’s mouth and sustained by her hand, didn’t hear the half-mumbled words. Her breath had risen above panting and her pulse had won the race. She figured if it kept going like this, she probably die. But what a way to die.
“Dorothy, you’re gonna have to let up,” she said, struggling with the words.
The blonde pouted, but complied, slowly to a soft massage. Relena rolled them over, laying down on top of Dorothy and clinging tightly to the other girl, her hand still caught between them and keeping up it’s slow massage. Before Relena could protest, Dorothy sped up again. The brunette’s nails dug deeply into her lover’s arms, leaving welts and fingernail-shaped dents in her skin, as another orgasm tore through her body.
“God, Dorothy,” Relena growled, caught up in another wave of pleasure. She buried her face in the blonde’s shoulder, muffling the moan that had turned into a subsidiary of a scream. She bit at Dorothy shoulder as she was rocked to her core, hardly believing she could take this much and still be alive.
But Dorothy continued, constantly building the intensity, listening to her lover’s body. She had a goal in mind, she was working at something. The trick was to get to it without Relena passing out, which was a very real possibility.
And suddenly she’d gone about as high as she could go, taken as much as she could take. Dorothy rolled her over just in time for her body to arch against the blonde’s as a scream ripped from her throat, every muscle as tight as humanly possible, Dorothy’s hand forced to cease it’s torture by Relena’s very body.
It came in waves, crashing over Relena’s head so strongly that Dorothy could actually feel it. Then, all too soon, it was receding, all too quickly. Dorothy waited until the brunette’s muscles had completely relaxed before she attempted to remove her hand, then collapsed on top of the exhausted brunette. They were able to haul themselves up to the sofa before they fell asleep, and they didn’t wake up until about noon the next day, to the sound of Zechs--accompanied by Lady Une--pounding on the door. They answered the door in robes that Relena had scrambled off to find, not even bothering to explain away their state of undress, and the state of room. And neither Zechs nor Une asked.
But Dorothy did notice the blonde-haired man wipe away a slight trail of blood as he discretely kicked a pair of panties off to the side.
End game.
Post Author’s Note: You have no idea how hard--and yet easy--this was to write. See, I just got over this whole “situation” wit’ my ex, and a lot of what we did inspired this. ‘Cause you really can’t write a PWP unless you’ve been there, you know? But I ain’t gonna dwell on that, ‘cause it makes me depressed.
Anyway, there was also this debate about who to do it about, you know? I knew I wanted it to start off about these two chick who were mad and then ended up screwing... But I didn’t know which two chicks. I was torn between Ryoko and Ayeka, Makoto and Ami, or Dorothy and Relena. And it really does just work better with Dorothy and Relena, ‘cause they’re both pretty enigmatic and flexible characters. I think I messed up Dorothy’s character a lot though, and Relena’s a little. Yeah, Dorothy’s just to compliant and nice, and Relena’s a little too sexy. But anyway.
OH--MY--GOD my shoulders hurt. Jesus Christ. Never, I repeat NEVER wrestle anyone who’s like 99% muscle--especially when you’re only like 60-75%--on a trampoline until 10-11 PM and then get up at 7:30 AM and go paintballing the next day. Owwww...
I need to get laid. Wow, hormones. Haven’t seen those in a while...
Peace.
SinCrusader, signing out.