Bubblegum Crisis: A Victorian Christmas
This is my first yuri fic, so be nice. Also, this is a holiday fic, so
the tone's a lot lighter than normal. Enjoy.
---December 25, 1880---
Sylia glared at the object in front of her, looking for anything she
could've missed. As she stalked around it, she suddenly saw what she was
looking for.
"Over here." she ordered Nene, "Bring it over here."
Nene came over carrying the string of popcorn and berries, and Sylia
placed it on the tree with a smile. The Christmas tree, a long standing
tradition in Germany since the seventeenth century, first came to
England in 1841 when Prince Albert and Queen Victoria decorated one in
Windsor Castle. While a long way from England, Sylia found these
reminders of her early childhood to be comforting. It was the first
Christmas she and the others would be celebrating in the newly rebuilt
Silky Doll, and Sylia wanted it to be one everyone would remember. She'd
placed the closed sign in the window, and rolled down the shades.
"Nene?" Sylia asked, "What time is it?"
Nene looked over to the grandfather clock as Mackie hung up garland and
holly. "Nine o'clock." she said.
Sylia made a face. Her other two helpers were late, and she had a pretty
good idea where they were.
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Linna yawned as she opened her eyes, her nude body spooned up against
that of Priss'. Her head rested on her love's right arm as she felt her
left arm draped around her waist. She sighed contentedly as she felt her
partner's chest rise and fall with her breath. She reached down under
the covers, stroking the back of Priss' hand with her finger. From where
she was laying, she could see the snow fall outside the window.
A kiss to the back of her neck told her Priss was up. She closed her
eyes and smiled as she was hugged tighter from behind by the younger
woman.
"Koibito (beloved)." her partner whispered as she nuzzled her face into
Linna's neck. Linna took a deep breath, not wanting the moment to end.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, tickling Linna's ear with her lips.
"We have to go help Sensei decorate this morning." Linna said, "And I'm
thinking of how cold it looks outside, and how warm I am with you here
by me under the covers. I wish we could just stay like this."
Priss smiled as she kissed Linna on her earlobe. She then shifted her
weight slightly, reaching her right hand around to gently cup Linna's
left breast as she moved her other hand down her geisha's abdomen. Linna
allowed a low throaty moan to escape her as Priss' hand passed her navel
and brushed against the first few hairs above her sex.
"P... Priss, I... Aaaaa.... we're supposed to go to Sensei's this
morning to..." she stopped and gasped as her love began to stroke her
inner thigh, massaging her breast as she did so.
"It's still early, hon." Priss said, eliciting a tiny squeal from Linna
as she lightly twisted on her hardened nipple, "And besides, you want
this as much as I do." she added before sliding the hand up her inner
thigh, where her beloved's already excited sex awaited her. She began to
rub back and forth across Linna's now wet folds, kissing her along the
back of her jawline. Linna began to moan as Priss continued to massage
her sex with her hand, making sure to rub her swollen bud as she did so.
Linna arched her back against Priss and draped her leg back across her
love's as her partner slid two fingers into her, going back and forth in
a rhythm she'd learned from months of physical contact.
Linna reached behind to grab Priss' thigh as she thrust her pelvis in
rhythm with her love's fingers. She tilted her head back and met Priss'
lips. As their tongues intertwined, Priss could feel her geisha's
muscles begin to contract around her fingers, and her body begin to go
rigid.
Linna pulled her mouth away to cry out as her body stiffened up against
her lover's. As she closed her eyes and rode out the waves of her
orgasm, her love's fingers continuing their rhythm, she could feel
Priss' breath against her neck. The last shudders over, Priss turned her
geisha around so they were facing, and hugged her tightly to herself.
Linna, her arms brought up against her chest, smiled wearily. After all
the heartbreaks, all the tears, she was here, in the strong comforting
arms of the woman she loved.
They stayed like that for several minutes, neither wanting to break
contact. Finally Priss kissed her lightly on the forehead, and looked at
her sadly. "Linna, I hate to say this, but we should get dressed now
hon. You know how Sylia can get."
Linna, now recovered a bit, flashed a grin as she suddenly tilted the
woman she loved onto her back.
"It's still early, remember? And besides," she said, lowering her voice
as she did a bad impersonation of Priss' voice, "You want this as much
as I do..."
---One Hour Later---
Priss held the door open for Linna, whose eyes widened at the scene in
front of her. She'd never seen European Christmas decorations growing up
in the okiya in Kyoto. On the tree near the back of the Silky Doll were
bows, origami swans and stars, candles, sticks of cinnamon, and popcorn
strings. Garlands and holly hung from the walls, and there was some sort
of a plant with red berries hanging by a string in the center of the
store.
Priss took the gifts from Linna's hands as she continued to look around,
and placed them under the tree with her own. Mackie and Nene were
sipping eggnog from a punchbowl on the counter as Sylia came out of the
back room carrying a decorated wreath.
"You two are late." she gently scolded before cracking a smile. "But
I'll let it go this time. Here, I saved this for you." she said as she
passed the wreath to Linna. The former geisha, having only a very
rudimentary understanding of the holiday season, suddenly looked like
she was about to cry.
"For... for me?" she asked, her voice choked with emotion. "Oh, Sensei,
I don't know what to say, I..." she was going to say more, but Nene's
laughter cut her off.
"It's not a gift, silly." she managed to get out. "It's a decoration.
You put it on the outside of the door."
Linna looked down as she blushed in embarrassment. Sylia put a
comforting hand on her shoulder.
"That's okay." she said, "If you like it that much, you can have it
after the holiday season."
Linna smiled gratefully at her, "Thank you Sensei." she said as Mackie
passed her and Priss some eggnog. As they walked back across the room,
Linna started to follow, only to be stopped by her partner when she
stepped underneath the plant hanging from the ceiling. Turning around to
question, she found Priss' lips pressed to hers. Pulling back, Priss met
her inquisitive gaze and smiled.
"Mistletoe." she said, pointing up toward the leaves. "It's a tradition
the gaijin came up with to act like chikan (perverts) once a year."
"Don't listen to her." Sylia said. "The tradition is that, if someone is
standing under the mistletoe, you kiss them. Of course," she added,
looking pointedly at Priss, "Normally it's only on the cheek."
"Hey everyone." Nene interrupted, coming over with Mackie. "Okay, I've
been working hard with Mackie, and he's been improving on his Japanese."
Switching to English, she said something to him as she nudged him
forward. Mackie looked nervous as he tried to remember what he'd
learned.
"Onesan (big sister)." he said, pointing to Sylia. "Tomodachi (friend)."
he said as he then looked at Linna. When he looked at Priss, he suddenly
drew a blank. Searching his brain, he finally remembered a phrase he'd
heard his girlfriend use a few times in reference to the young woman.
"Otoko-onna (man-woman, i.e. a butch)." he said with a smile as he
pointed at her.
Nene's face went beet red as she quickly covered Mackie's mouth, looking
apologetically around the room. Saying something quickly to him in
English, all the color drained from his face as he realized what he'd
just said. Priss raised an eyebrow as she looked from Mackie to Nene.
"You may want to work with him a bit longer before you present him to
the general public." she suggested as both Linna and Sylia snickered
behind her.
---Later---
"Sylia, what's this stuff again?" Priss asked, eyeing her plate
suspiciously.
"It's a traditional Christmas treat. It's called plum pudding." she said
as Linna began to sample her dish. On the other side of the room, Mackie
and Nene were talking.
"Sorry, hon." Mackie said, "I guess I really fouled up, huh?"
Nene smiled. "Don't worry about it. You really are coming along fine,
though. Between me and your sister, we'll get you speaking Japanese like
an Oriental in no time." she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
Linna looked over from her vantage point and smiled; they really were a
kawaii couple.
Looking up at the clock, Sylia stepped to the center of the room
"Sorry to spoil everyone's fun," she began, "But we're going to have to
wrap this up soon; I have plans to be with Nigel later, and Mackie and
Nene are going to the theater to see a kabuki play."
Nene looked questioningly over to Mackie. "What's this about kabuki?"
she asked. Mackie grinned as he produced two tickets from his vest.
"Merry Christmas, hon." he said. Nene hugged him gratefully before
kissing him softly on the lips.
Linna got up and grabbed two packages from under the tree. She passed
one to Priss and the other to Nene.
"Your gift is from me." Linna said to Nene. She opened it to reveal a
hand knit scarf and hat, both pink.
"Oh, Linna... they're beautiful." she gushed. Priss took the other
package and passed it to Sylia.
"This is yours." Priss said. From the corner of her eye, Sylia could see
Linna bury her face in her hand out of embarrassment. Shaking her head,
she opened her gift to reveal...
"Brass knuckles?" she asked, looking at the object. Priss smiled.
"I knew you'd like them. I got them from a sailor. I figured that, in a
close fighting situation..."
"Yes, thank you... Thank you very much Priss." she said, trying them on
to make Priss happy. It was the thought that counted, after all. And
given their personal history, the very fact that Priss was able to bring
herself to give Sylia any gift meant a great deal to her.
Besides; Priss was right. She really could do some serious damage with
the weapon in a close fighting situation.
Sylia next gave her gifts to Priss and Linna. They each received a gold
necklace with half a Japanese character hanging from it. When put
together, it spelled ai (love). She gave Nene a warm fur stole, and
Mackie an English to Japanese dictionary. And Nene gave everyone
handkerchiefs she'd embroidered with their names on them.
The hour getting late, Priss and Linna took their leave. As Nene and
Mackie were walking out, the young Russian felt a hand on her shoulder.
Turning around, she saw Sylia looking at her. "Go on ahead, Mackie." The
leader of the Knight Sabers said, "Nene will be with you in a second."
Mackie looked at her sister inquisitively; there was something about the
way she said it. Sylia looked over to her brother and smiled.
"It's okay; she's not in any trouble. She'll be right out." she said
with a smile. He nodded and followed the other two out into the December
snow. Nene looked up nervously.
"Sylia, if it's about what Mackie said earlier about Priss..." she
stopped when she found Sylia's finger against her lips.
"Nene," Sylia said, suddenly looking very serious as she looked into the
younger woman's blue-green eyes, "Remember when we were in the forest,
and I said something about if I weren't with Nigel and you weren't with
Mackie?"
Nene nodded, looking at her curiously. Sylia took her finger away from
the Russian's lips and pointed up to the ceiling.
There, directly above the young blond, was the mistletoe.
Before Nene had time to react, she found Sylia's lips pressed against
hers, her shoulders held in her leader's grip. She tensed up, nervous
and fearful at first. She then closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath
as she relaxed her body a bit. Sylia took the opportunity to wrap her
arms around her, cradling the back of her head as she did so. When Nene
opened her mouth to say something, Sylia took it as an invitation and
slid her tongue into her mouth. Nene tensed up again for a second,
before once more relaxing into the kiss. She found herself meeting
Sylia's tongue with her own, even as she wrapped her own arms around the
taller woman.
Finally separating, Sylia looked down at the blond with the full lips
and the cute little button nose, and smiled.
"You should probably get going now, or Mackie might get worried. And
I've got to go to Nigel's or I'll never hear the end of it."
Nene took a step or two back, trying to catch her breath as she nodded.
As she turned around, Sylia called after her.
"So, same time next year?" she joked. Nene looked back at her, a dazed
look in her eyes. Sylia smirked.
"Relax, I'm only kidding. Incidentally," she asked, "just out of
curiosity, how would you rate my kissing compared to Mackie's?"
Nene tilted her head a bit as she regarded the woman in front of her.
"Not sure; Mackie usually doesn't stick his tongue quite that far into
my mouth."
The tension in the room left as they both began laughing. Nene then left
to join Mackie, followed closely by Sylia, who stopped long enough to
lock up before she left for the Kirkland Stables.
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