The Gym was dark when they arrived, and as they entered the living quarters it was obvious that Misty's sisters had yet to arrive. Feeling strangely guilty, Miranda followed her lover down the dark hallway. Their fingers linked as they hurried quietly past several closed doors and darkened doorways, a strange aura of mischief permeating the scene. At the end of the hall, Misty turned and embraced Miranda. With a giggle as they pressed their lips together, she turned her lover around and stepped forward until Miranda's back pressed against the nearest door. As both their hands roamed freely, gliding across the rustling fabric of their dresses and their lips pressed firmly, almost desperately together, Miranda felt a mildly uncomfortable pressure upon her back. Panting, she tilted her head up, only to find Misty hungrily kissing along her neck, giggling as she sought out her lover's lips. "Hold on a sec," whispered, realizing what the pressure at her back was caused by. It was the flat wooden carving of a five- pointed staryu. The name "Misty" stenciled across it, marking the room as hers. Miranda turned her head to one side, listening carefully at the door and laughing as Misty stood on her toes to playfully nibble Miranda's earlobe. "Hey, no fair!" she chided in a silly tone, reaching down to take two firm handfuls of Misty's bottom and chuckling quietly as her lover gasped a little. "Hm, what can be in my room," pondered Misty in a playful tone as she reached up and idly coiled Miranda's long dark hair around several of her fingers, "that's so much more interesting than what's out here? Perhaps I should take a look-" "No!" Misty paused, about to laugh at Miranda's reaction. The woman's eyes looking huge behind her glasses as she gave her a look of bemused concern. "No?" teased Misty, untwining her fingers and sliding both hands up either side of Miranda's face, drawing her closer, "Would you prefer to make love in the hall then? Perhaps shock my sisters into leaving town?" Miranda laughed nervously. "Um, I kinda have a surprise for you," she explained nervously, her heart beating so loudly, she was certain it was audible, "Just hold on, one little second..." "Time's up," Misty chuckled, stepping back and crossing her arms half warily as Miranda turned and clutched the door handle with an unsteady hand. The courier gave a small giggle at the comment, hating the necessity of halting their moment of spontaneous fun as she slowly turned the door handle and pushed it open just enough to see in. From within the darkened room, Miranda could hear a strange, quiet, nearly rhythmic sound. Though the silvery beams of moonlight that shined through the window gave her partial visibility, all that Miranda could make out of the dark shape that sat upon the bed were sharply pointed ears and a long tail. "Hey!" whispered Miranda into the room, pushing the door open slightly as Misty peered over her shoulder, her curiosity aroused by both her lover's odd behavior as well as the quiet snoring sound that emanated from her bedroom. "Yo! Wake up!" Miranda hissed, stomping her foot loudly and waving her hand expressively, "Come on! Go home!" As Misty gripped Miranda's shoulders and tried to peer around her, a sound like some animal being startled awake filled the room. The annoyed snort was cut short by a frightened, high toned and vaguely female sounding shout of "Abra!" before terminating with a gentle -POP!-. "Sp-sparkles?" stammered Misty, laughing as Miranda let out a long sigh of relief. "I hope she didn't leave a mess," the woman commented, standing up straighter and turning to face Misty before taking her hands in her own. "Okay," she explained a little melodramatically, "I wanted to make this more of a surprise... But I think the mystery may have been unveiled early..." "Nope!" promised Misty with a laugh, her eyes finally adjusting to the gloom of the hallway, "I'll close my eyes!" "Alright then," said the courier with a smile, giving Misty a gentle kiss, causing her sea green eyes, so full of love and laughter to open once again, "Just give me a second." Misty nodded as her lover stepped backwards and sideways into her room. "Don't start without me!" she teased through the door as it closed, soliciting a muffled laugh from Miranda, before pressing her ear against the door in curiosity. From within, she heard the quiet sound of pokeballs opening, and the sounds of Wraith and Nezumi's happy greetings followed by Miranda's loud "Shh!" A moment later, Misty heard muffled voices as well as Wraith's quiet cackling as her small, narrow bedroom window slid open. There were a few more muffled voices, and then the door handle turned. Misty leaped back, and both she and Miranda let out a short laugh as their eyes met. Just behind her, Misty could see her room illuminated by golden candlelight and hear the sound of the cool night breeze filtering through the open window. "I, I think we're ready," said Miranda a little nervously, taking both of Misty's hands and leading her into the bedroom. As Misty glanced around, she let out a short gasp of surprise as she realized several mysteriously floating candles supplied the candlelight that slowly orbited the interior of her room. "Those are just Wraith's illusions," explained Miranda, looking down to be careful where they stepped as she lead Misty further into the room before motioning to the bed, "But this, however, is not." Misty glanced in the direction that her lover had indicated and had to do a double take. In the place where the small, hard cot that passed for her bed since childhood had been, there was a now a large, comfortable looking one. One large enough for at least three or four people to lie shoulder to shoulder across it. In that moment, it didn't matter that most of her belongings had had to be moved to the other side of the room, carefully piled and stacked against one wall. It didn't matter that Wraith was hovering outside her window like some kind of darkly grinning spectre, waving heartily as Nezumi sat in his other hand laughing at her expression. "Oh, Miri..." Misty breathed, throwing her arms around the woman and resting her head against her shoulder with happy tears in her eyes, "My dearest, sweet, beautiful Miranda. I love you..." "That's all that I ask," assured Miranda, returning the embrace and slowly running her hands up and down Misty's back affectionately. "But- but how-?" her beloved stammered, suddenly looking up at her with eyes full of concern, "And how much did, did this cost-?" "Shh," soothed Miranda, placing a finger upon Misty's lips and trying to ignore the quietly muttered comments her rattata made about her 'looking like a girl', "The cost is meaningless. And as for how... Well, just promise me you won't be mad." "How- how could I be?!" laughed Misty, stepping back and shaking her head in disbelief at her wonderful new bed, complete with a brand new warm-looking comforter, silken sheets and down filled pillows so full and fluffy that they could stop a bullet, "I- I almost wish we were staying here longer so I could use it more!" Miranda laughed, ignoring the lewd comments both her watching pokemon made. "Well, we have tonight," she promised, tilting her head to one side thoughtfully, "And the festival runs until the end of the week, so if Nezumi and Wraith don't turn up anything I wouldn't mind staying a few more days. I can call Bob first thing tomorrow and tell him I'm taking some time off." "You're spoiling me again," sighed Misty, smiling in amusement as she realized that she actually caught most of what Nezumi had muttered, and blushing as she partially agreed with the rattata's sentiment. "I like to think of that as my second job," her lover replied glancing out the window at her floating pokemon, smiling reassuringly before nodding for them to leave, "Heck, it even pays better." Misty laughed turning in time to see Wraith and Nezumi wave goodbye before the haunter faded to invisibility and wove a simple illusion around the rattata to make him vanish as well. "They're off to check out 'Ces Batards De L'autre Cote De La Rue', aren't they?" Miranda nodded, noticing that the illusionary candles had already began to fade. "Yeah, I know," she said warily, glancing out the window at the still, quiet night, "It's a bit cliche, but I trust their abilities. Nezumi is stealthy, and good at finding things. And Wraith can make them both invisible, check any computer records they might have, as well as being able to show us exactly what they found with his illusions." "You think they'll really find anything?" asked Misty, leaning against Miranda, enjoying the feel her dress against her skin. Miranda shrugged. "I'll admit it's a long shot," she agreed, kissing Misty lightly, "but I'd rather be sure about this before I ask my Uncle to raid place looking for her. Besides, I still think that alakazam looked a bit familiar. It could have been the one we-" "No more," said Misty, interrupting her with a finger pressed against Miranda's lips, a stern tone, and a serious look that softened as the candles faded further, "Once again we have the gym to ourselves, and this time we have a nice big, brand new bed to break-in. Not to mention the fact that I'm so wound up I could explode at any moment, and the fact that I can tell being hit on all night by three lovely ladies did more for you than your letting on." Miranda blushed, looking embarrassed for a moment as she reached up and took her glasses off, setting them carefully on the nightstand. "Four, actually," she corrected in an amused tone, causing Misty to give her a curious look. "But one was so beautiful that it was painful to look upon her." "Really?" inquired Misty, unable to keep a smile from forming, "And which one would that be?" "Oh, you!" Miranda exclaimed, grabbing hold of her lover and throwing herself onto the bed as they both laughed. "But you're right," she agreed after rolling onto her back and letting Misty lie atop her, "This is no time for talk of vile villainy, or all consuming vengeance, or even the bitter sting of sibling rivalry. For how could I sit down to dinner with one who caused my heart to ache so badly and not want to hold her? How could I ignore someone so wonderful? How could I think of anything else in the entire world other than how to make her take me home and let her take advantage of me?" Misty, whose eyes had sparkled with intensity right up until the end, wound up laughing at the last comment. "Point taken," she replied, kissing Miranda softly and running her fingers through her lover's hair. "You know," she commented as Miranda lifted her head up to allow her hair to be fanned out across the turned back covers, "It's really not that bad." "My hair?" inquired Miranda, looking up to where a bit of her bangs still stubbornly tried to obscure her eyes. Misty nodded, brushing the dark locks off her lover's forehead. "It may be a bit unmanageable, and it seems to have a mind of its own, but your hair is still beautiful in its own way," Misty paused, leaning her elbow on the bed as she combed Miranda's dark locks with her fingers, "It tangles a bit, but its soft and silky..." "You sound envious," Miranda commented, searching her lover's eyes. Noting to herself that Misty's hair didn't quite reach her shoulders even with it worn undone as it was now. Yet her lover's orangish locks, thinner and more manageable that her own, still gave Misty a certain tomboyish look that stirred something inside her. Misty shrugged, sliding off of her to stand in the silvery moonlight that was now the cluttered room's only light source. "I suppose in my need to be the opposite of my siblings, I neglected my own femininity to a degree," she commented as Miranda sat up and held out her arms. "Hardly," the courier assured as Misty glided forward into her embrace, "I'll bet no one in your family even thinks twice about you in that dress. But if I went home in this get up, the whole town would be like 'Oh my goodness! You mean Miranda's a girl!?'" Misty laughed, returning the embrace and once more taking handfuls of Miranda's hair, this time bunching it up, exposing her lover's neck and shoulders before tilting the woman's head to one side. "I know," she whispered quietly, trying not to let her musings break the mood and kissing her way up Miranda's neck. "And, and your hair," Miranda breathed, feeling her pulse race as Misty gently nibbled her ear in just the right way, "don't- don't worry about it." "Think I should let it grow out?" Misty inquired in a whisper, letting Miranda's midnight locks fall to one side as her hands reached back to slowly unzip her lover's dress. "I- I really can't make that decision for you, dearest," Miranda sighed, letting her arms fall to her sides, smiling contentedly as Misty's nimble fingers slowly undressed her, "Especially since the way that you wear it makes that lovely neck of yours so vulnerable-" "No, no," teased Misty with a laugh, playfully pushing back against Miranda's shoulders as the woman came forward to kiss her, "I still need to repay you for the other night. This time, you're not getting away without letting me please you." Miranda smiled in the twilight, laughing as she obediently fell backwards onto the bed, her arms splayed to either side, her dress still half undone. "Please be gentle," she replied coyly, making Misty laugh as she fell forward, laughing as she kissed every inch of her lover's neck and chin before finding her lips. "Somehow," mused Misty, her elbows on either side of Miranda, supporting herself, "I can't see you like that." "Oh? What do you mean?" Miranda inquired, her tone becoming a little more serious. Misty looked thoughtful for a moment, searching for the right words as Miranda put her hands behind her head, looking up at her lover in bemused adoration. "I, I suppose I just have trouble seeing you as... As inexperienced," she said tactfully after a time, "I just can't see you not knowing what to do. I just have difficulty seeing you in that roll, 'tis all." "As I've said," assured Miranda, reaching up to touch Misty's face fondly, "I've had two more experienced 'instructors' in my time. But they both failed to teach me the one thing I've only just learned with you." "And that would be?" said Misty softly, her voice sounding so vulnerable that Miranda tensed, feeling the need to wrap her arms around the girl and tell her that all was well. "You... You taught me what it's like to love someone, and be loved in return," she managed, finding it hard to speak as her heart leapt in her chest, "No one else has ever given me that gift. But really, I don't want to think about them. Only you. You're the only one that matters to me." "Three times lucky, then?" asked Misty rhetorically, her moment of insecurity vanishing as she laid her head down upon Miranda's chest, smiling as her lover's fingers brushed her hair back. "Luck isn't a strong enough word." Misty smiled, suppressing a small, happy laugh, only to have the moment stolen by a suddenly loud -thump!- from somewhere downstairs. "They're home," she said idly, closing her eyes and trying to block out the noise her sisters made as they argued about who forgot to set the alarm. "I know," sighed Miranda wearily, staring at the ceiling as her fingers wove their way idly through her lover's hair and listening to the loud stomping sound as three people came up the stairs to the living area outside. "Any chance they'll just go to bed?" inquired Miranda, wincing at the sound of a slamming door and realizing that Lily had had far too much to drink as she argued with Violet about something their waiter had said. "I hope so," commented Misty sitting up and reluctantly leaving the safety of Miranda's arms, "This is one of the reasons I left-" They both gave a sudden shiver as something glass hit a floor somewhere and shattered, followed by the sound Lily's laughter and Daisy's pleas for her to just go to bed. "Sometimes it amazes me," continued Misty, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed as Miranda sat up as well, "How everyone thinks they're so perfect. That they never do anything wrong, and never act 'unladylike,' when really my sisters are totally different people when they're alone." "Most people are different when they're not in public," Miranda replied, her arms sliding around Misty's waist, her chin upon her lover's shoulder as they both stared out the seemingly distant window. "I know," she sighed, covering Miranda's arms with her own and giving in to the warm, contented feeling her lover's touch often brought, "I just wish people in this town didn't idolize them so much. As you said, Miri, they're not all that 'sensational'." "Is that a hint of envy I hear creeping into your voice, love?" teased Miranda, her tone bringing a smile to Misty's lips. "Perhaps a little," she confessed, leaning her head back against Miranda's shoulder, "I'm part of this family too, but most people don't even know that there is a fourth sister. Which is my own fault I suppose, but it would be nice to be recognized once in a while." "You were certainly recognized outside the restaurant tonight," Miranda commented as their fingers intertwined and Misty moved her head forward again to listen to the sudden quiet from outside her small bedroom. "Yes, that was kinda fun," she admitted with a smile, watching the light under the door suddenly go out, "But being recognized by some tabloid reporter hardly counts. Infact I think your Uncle put her up to it." Miranda gave a false shocked look, and stammered as Misty laughed. "Come on, admit it," the girl teased, poking Miranda playfully in the ribs, "You try to make my happy so much sometimes it's almost like a conspiracy!" Miranda shook her head in dismay, chuckling at the thought. "You certainly didn't complain about 'this' conspiracy," she commented, bouncing lightly on the new bed, which refused to make a sound in response. "Well..." said Misty with a touch of worry in her tone, "I would prefer it if you didn't spend every last credit in your account on me. You needn't try to buy my love." "It's no big deal," Miranda replied with a shrug, "Although I hope that such a thing isn't possible." "Buying my love? Never. I'm not any of my sisters." "And they're not you." "Good thing too!" laughed Misty, not caring if she kept her siblings up, "'Cause then I'd have some real competition!" Miranda grinned before giving Misty a puzzled look as the girl got to her feet and searched around in the darkness for a few moments before finding where their pack backs had been moved. "Here we go," she muttered mostly to herself as she quickly unpacked a few old clothes in her search. "Candle?" her lover inquired as Misty stood up and lit a match, lighting the simple white candlestick she'd found before searching her now cluttered dresser for a place to put it. "Yes," Misty said simply, sliding over a small picture of her parents before carefully setting the candle down and searching for something better to put it on. Miranda gave a quiet chuckle, leaning back on her hands, and crossing her legs as she watched Misty move uncertainly about the room. She supposed it wasn't the best idea in the whole world to ask Zack to use Sparkles to teleport in a new bed for Misty. Especially considering the newly formed clutter the arrangement had caused, but it seemed likely that privacy had been an unaffordable luxury with her sisters about. And judging by the slight smile she saw upon Misty's lips as she moved about in the flickering candlelight, finally finding a candleholder in the top drawer, Miranda didn't think that it was worth bringing up. Finally, once she'd made certain that the candle wasn't going to burn down the whole gym, Misty stepped into a relatively clear spot in the middle of the room, and held her hands out to Miranda. A somewhat shy smile crossing her lips as her eyes reflected her lover's curious gaze. "I wanted to see you," she explained as Miranda got to her feet and stepped forward into Misty's embrace. "Now who's plotting?" chuckled the courier as they held each other, their lips moving closer as they spoke. "I just wanted to end this evening right," Misty explained, tilting her head slightly, brushing her lips over Miranda's teasingly before pulling back. "How so?" the courier inquired coyly, standing a little straighter and trying to suppress a smile. "By making love with you," Misty replied, feeling sudden warmth in her cheeks, but not caring if Miranda saw her blush. "You know," warned Miranda with mock hesitation as she leaned back, glancing at the all too thin walls, "They WILL hear us." "Let them," Misty's determined tone broaching no argument. "I want them to know just how much we love each other." "I see," said Miranda thoughtfully as Misty took a step back, her fingers running down the sleeves of Miranda's dress until she found her lover's hands. "Let them hear it!" continued Misty, an unmistakably mischievous grin forming as she spoke before throwing her head back and shouting out for all to hear, "Oh! Oh my dearest, Miri! Yes! Oh goodness yes!" "Don't!" hissed Miranda, trying not to laugh as her hand sought to cover Misty's mouth. "Oh! Oh yes! Right there!" shouted Misty in a passionate tone, suppressing her laughter as she stepped away, her eyes full of amusement as they both circumnavigated the floor bound clutter with Misty always staying out of Miranda's reach, "Yes, my love! That's it! Ooh, you're sooo much better than Gary!" "Careful!" exclaimed Miranda lunging as Misty fell backwards into an old chair where a handful old stuffed animals that had once belonged to her siblings sat in a pile. "No worries," replied Misty breathlessly as Miranda all but fell upon her, with arms that embraced her protectively. Miranda sighed, shaking her head in mock dismay. "Okay, I concede," she said with amusement, "Just two small problems." Misty gave a concerned look, running her fingers down the side of Miranda's face affectionately as she asked in a concerned whisper, "What is, my love?" "Well," commented Miranda, thinking her thoughts through before speaking them, "What if 'they' come back-?" "Don't be silly," interrupted Misty with a teasing chuckle, placing a finger over Miranda's lips to silence her, "Your boys know better than to annoy both of us at once. And besides, if they're bringing us bad news, I'd rather wait until morning to hear it. This evening's going fairly well, all things considered, and I don't want anything else spoiling it." Miranda nodded slowly, glancing to one side and looking pensive as she formulated just the right words to use. "Okay," she replied as Misty gave her an amused look, "just one more thing. There's something I've been meaning to ask since earlier this evening, and it's kinda embarrassing but..." "Just say it, my dearest Miri," Misty assured, taking a moment to dislodge a plushy starmie that had been threatening her with life- long lower back problems, before tossing it across the room. As her eyes met her Misty's, Miranda blushed. "I- I have NO idea how to get out of this thing," she admitted helplessly as she tugged at the front of her dress, and causing Misty to burst out laughing once more. "Oh you!" the girl teased, reaching around to slide Miranda's arms free of the garment, "And here I thought I was a tomboy." Miranda smiled, quietly chuckling as she struggled to her feet before sliding carefully out of the garment, pushing it down her body in an unhurried fashion. "Oh, it's not that," she replied, her voice sounding thoughtfully seductive in the near darkness, "It's just that I haven't had much practice with these things. See? I need your help yet again." Misty leaned back in her seat, idly thrumming her fingernails against the arms of her chair as she looked up at her now half naked lover. Miranda had managed to slide the dress down to her waist, but had stopped just above her hips, and now stood with her hands held out towards Misty. A look of mock helplessness crossing her face as her lover finally gave in, reaching out her hands in return. Miranda's fingers slid across Misty's before taking a firm hold of her lover's wrists and bringing her slightly shorter lover to her feet. "Now, where about's are you stuck again?" Misty inquired, her arms going about Miranda's waist as she teasingly kissed her lover. "Oh, right about here. Just let me show you," Miranda replied, her fingers moving up Misty's back before unfastening her dress at the back and slowly bringing the short, well concealed zipper down. Misty watched intently as Miranda's hands moved to her shoulders, taking gentle hold of them before sliding the straps of the Misty's sleeveless dress off her shoulders and slowly pulling the dress down. "Careful, dear," Misty warned as it bunched up and Miranda a bit in the front had to wait for Misty to adjust it on her own. "See," said Miranda with a wary sigh, her forearms placed lazily upon her lover's shoulders as Misty somehow slipped free of the shoulder straps, "You're much better at this than I am." "Well then I still have things to teach you then, now don't I?" Misty commented in reply, her hands moving to rest upon Miranda's hips as the woman stepped carefully backwards, away from the cluttered chair. "And perhaps I you," her lover agreed as they reached a clear spot on the floor, both of them swaying gently as if to quiet music that only they could hear. "Perhaps," agreed Misty slyly, pausing in her movements as her hands moved to bring Miranda's dress down further. "Taking advantage of me again?" Miranda teased. "Hey, if you can't undress yourself, then I'll just have to do it for you," chided Misty in a silly tone, laughing as Miranda made an exaggerated show of finally stepping out of her dress and stretching her limbs. "Ah, that's better!" she whispered loudly, leaning back and running her fingers through her hair several times to let it fall more freely, "Freedom at last-! Ow-!" Miranda grimaced as her fingers caught several of her more perseverant tangles before simply giving up and turning her attention back to Misty who smiled approvingly as Miranda went about undressing her as well. Misty's dress was a bit more complicated than Miranda's, but the courier found that it slid off easily as she simply held her hand's flat against Misty's hips and moved them downwards. The thin, silky feeling material was a poor substitute for the soft feel of Misty's skin beneath her fingers, but Miranda could still feel the firmness of her leg muscles through the fabric and caressed the gentle rises lovingly as she descended. Her lover made a small quiet exclamation as she stood in her undergarments, the beautifully crafted gown, a silvery-gray mass pooled at her feet. "Something wrong?" whispered Miranda half teasingly as her hands slid up and down the backs of Misty's legs, never growing tired of the feel of her taught muscles. Misty shook her head, whispering a soft negative reply as her fingers entwined through Miranda's hair, effectively trapping her as the feel of Misty's nails across her scalp sent chills through Miranda. "Is there something you'd like then?" she inquired, her voice so soft that the sounds of crickets outside and the distant sound of the gym's enormous fish tank switching on its heater nearly drowned out the sound. Misty's reply was a gentle, embarrassed laugh. "Just a place to sit down first of all," she said, gasping and curling her fingers as Miranda kissed her just above the knee before following the gesture up with a second kiss slightly higher, "Cause you know I can't stand when you do that..." Miranda chuckled. "I know," she said simply, her hands running up the backs of Misty's legs, squeezing them in gentle appraisal as the tip of her tongue ran up her inner thigh before coming back down the other. "Oh you..." Misty breathed, leaning forwards as her fingers pulled gently at Miranda's hair, urging her on. Miranda paused only to chuckle teasingly, actually enjoying the gentle tug of Misty's fingers pulling unconsciously at her hair as her lover leaned forward for support and bent her quaking knees. Then, taking advantage of the new position, Miranda began to stand, teasingly running the tip of her tongue up across one of Misty's breasts. Her lover gasped at the unexpected sensation, for a moment cursing the fabric that separated her from Miranda's touch. "Please," she whispered, feeling Miranda's hands slowly caressing ever higher, yet suddenly wishing for little more than the feel of the courier's hands upon her breasts, the wonderful sensation of her nipples being squeezed between Miranda's nimble fingers as their lips touched once again. "Don't be so shy," came Miranda's breathy whisper, as she teasingly kissing the exposed skin just above Misty's bra, "Just tell me what you want..." Misty blushed, hating the feeling of embarrassment that flooded her at the thought of simply blurting out her desires. "You- you know what I like, Miri," she stammered, her breathing unsteady as Miranda kissed her way higher. "But I don't want to miss anything, my love." Misty let her head fall back as Miranda's kisses became gentle nibbles along her neck. "It- it's embarrassing," she confessed, moving her head to once side and gasping as Miranda's teeth moved playfully across her ear. "I understand," assured Miranda, her quietly whispered voice full of love, as Misty suddenly realized she was in danger of tearing the woman's hair out, "It's alright. You don't have to do anything you don't want to." "I know," Misty sighed, letting go of her hair and leaning against Miranda as they both stood and just held each other, "And that goes for you too." Miranda suppressed a bit of a laugh. "I can't imagine you asking me to do something I wouldn't want to do," she replied, holding Misty ever closer, "But then, I can't imagine there being something I wouldn't do for you." "I..." stammered Misty, her voice suddenly sounding sad as she clung more tightly to her lover, "Sometimes I can't believe there's someone in the world who loves me this much." Miranda hugged her back, feeling suddenly guilty as she felt Misty's tears upon her shoulder. "Misty, I-" she began, only to be interrupted by her lover's quiet, musical laughter. "No, Miri," she said sincerely, shaking her head and moving to face Miranda, "I'm not sad. I'm happy. More happy then I've ever been at home in a long time." Miranda searched Misty's sea green eyes for a moment, trying to understand the small number of tears that filled them as they moved to sit down upon the thinly carpeted floor, surrounded by nearly two decades of hand-me-down's that Zack and Sparkles had hastily rearranged to make room for the new bed. "Misty," she said carefully, sifting through her words carefully before speaking them, "This may seem selfish, but I hope you can return that favor." "I will," Misty promised, her eyes gleaming with a sudden intensity, "I know you go back home once a year on Halloween, and I want this year to be no different. But when we go there, I want to take away all the bad memories that that place holds for you. Just like you're doing for me here. I want that place to be a home for you again, dearest. Because I don't know if this place will ever be a home to me again, even with your intervention." Miranda smiled sadly. "Anywhere is home when I'm with you, Misty," her sincere words were followed up my a slow, lingering kiss before the two resumed holding each other until the cool breeze from the open window began to get the better of them. "I should close that," Misty commented, glancing at the billowing curtains in annoyance. "That's probably a good idea," Miranda replied, not yet relinquishing her lover as she glanced over at the new bed that they hadn't so much as slept in yet. "You know," she added thoughtfully, "It seems odd that after all the trouble I went through to get you that bed, that we're sitting here on the floor." Misty snickered, trying not to laugh but not succeeding. "You're right," she giggled, reluctantly pulling away from Miranda and finding her feet again, "I'll meet you there." Miranda nodded, watching Misty's suddenly blurred silhouette as she headed for the open window. "You're beautiful, you know," Miranda commented from the floor. Misty paused, standing before the window and feeling suddenly warm despite the cool breeze her body was in full contact with. "It's funny," she replied, resting her hands on the windowsill and looking down at the empty street below, "So few people in my life have ever said that to me. And for a while there, I was beginning to question their honesty. But since you've started saying that, I've begun believing it's true again. I suppose that's something else I owe you." "You'd be beautiful even without me, dearest," Miranda commented, her chin resting on her hands as she sat cross-legged, seeing only a dark blur at this distance. "No, silly," Misty laughed, inhaling the scent of the water off the lake, "What I mean to say is, is that since I've met you, you've been giving me back my self-esteem. I know I tease you, and say you're making me conceited, but do I appreciate it." "Just remember that what I say is true," Miranda added in a serious tone as she got up and shuffled backwards towards the bed, "I don't give away my compliments easily. Just ask my mom some time. Before I met you, I seemed to have a bad habit of not giving the ones I loved the encouragement they deserved. So I suppose in that way we're even." Misty yanked down hard on the window, and quickly covered her mouth to drown out her sudden exclamation as the window slammed noisily shut. "Ooops!" came her muffled voice as she turned to around and listened carefully for a moment, half expecting some kind of banging on the wall when the noise woke up at least one of her sisters. To Misty's surprise, however, no such sound came, and she was able to return her attention to Miranda. "You know," she said thoughtfully, making her way carefully towards the bed, "It's odd, but this is the first time that I haven't felt like a stranger here in longer than I care to remember." "That's because you're your own person now," Miranda replied, having at last found the bed, "You're here because 'you' want to be, not because you have to be. And you're not taking anymore crap from your siblings." "Will I be able to return the favor, dearest?" came Misty's quiet tone as she glided through the darkness, a familiar shadow in an unfamiliar place. "What do you mean?" Misty was upon Miranda before she realized it, the courier's depth perception not being as accurate as it usually was, but the hands suddenly grasping her own were welcome ones. "Every year you visit Lavender," her lover explained, crouching down and moving closer until Miranda could feel Misty's breath upon her lips, "And every year you hide behind your job, and you say 'oh, it's just because Wraith likes it here.' It hurts you to spend time there, and it hurts you to spend time with your mom. Doesn't it?" Miranda nodded slowly, looking past Misty, lost in her own thoughts. "Well, it used to hurt me to be here," she continued, "But now it doesn't. Now I don't care what my sisters have done to our parent's dreams. Now I don't care what they think of me, because I have you. You've giving me the strength to move on. Now I want I want to do that for you, Miri." Their eyes met, and Miranda felt herself smile. "I must admit, my dear. You've set a good example for me." Misty nodded and sat next to Miranda, her arm going about her lover's shoulders protectively. "Well, I just hope that your mom can get used to seeing you happy for once when we get there," she said in an amused tone, "Assuming she approves of me." "And if she doesn't, I'll be too happy to care," Miranda promised, giving her beloved a small kiss to seal it, "But you're right. Lavender holds a lot of bad memories, but a lot of good ones as well. Just like I'm sure this place holds a few fond moments for you." "Well, maybe one or two," admitted Misty thoughtfully before giving Miranda a knowing look, "But one in particular comes to mind." "And which one would that be?" "The one we're having right now." Miranda smiled, biting her lip as she saw the mischief brewing in her lover's eyes and quickly suppressed the urged to rush things. "Searching for perfect moments, are we?" she inquired coyly, suddenly very aware of Misty's nearly naked body pressed against her own and how easy it would be to ignore her own inhibitions. But Miranda sensed Misty's intentions, noting the slight disappointment in her lover's tone. "Something like that," Misty replied with a dismissive wave her hand, "unless you'd rather just talk about our mutually depressing pasts until Nezumi and Wraith get back..." "I'd rather look ahead-" Miranda began, suddenly gasping in surprise as she felt her bra come undone. "I'd rather live for the moment." Miranda sighed contentedly, her eyes sliding closed, her body feeling as though it were melting pleasantly as Misty leaned forward, kissing her until they had both fallen back onto the soft mattress. "A perfect one?" Miranda teased, laughing a little and arching her back as Misty kissed her way hungrily down the courier's neck, occasionally giving her a playful nibble. "I'm sure we'll find one of those before too long," Misty promise, as she rolled off Miranda so that they could realign themselves properly upon the bed that seemed enormous in her small, cramped room. "So, how will we know when we find it?" whispered Miranda, propping her head up upon the new pillows, watching as Misty crawled up the length her body with eyes that gleamed with an almost predatory hunger before bringing up her knees and sitting upon them where Miranda's legs had obligingly parted. "I'll show you," Misty purred as she teased Miranda with gentle kisses before pushing aside her lover's bra with her nose and laying a second gentle kiss on the exposed skin she found. Miranda smiled, stretching out her limbs and letting the contentment spread through her. "I love you," she whispered quietly and inwardly made note of the fact that her lover's shyness was abating at a steady pace. For a single selfish second, Miranda questioned herself whether or not that was a good thing. But as Miranda felt Misty's light touch upon her breasts as her lover's tongue gently caressed her nipples to full hardness, she knew that it was. 'Silly me,' Miranda chided herself, her finger's going through Misty's hair gently holding her head in place as Miranda's legs moved to hold her as well, 'I'd forgotten the thrill of an aggressive lover...' Misty laughed lightly as Miranda gave in to her touch, squirming slowly beneath her, catching her breath at every kiss, and biting her lip to keep from calling out every time Misty's teeth teasingly nibbled at her skin. But even if Miranda had given no outward sign as to her condition, her body would have told the whole story. As Misty continued the slow path of her tongue across Miranda's breasts, her hand slid its way farther down, causing the courier's fingers in her hair to clench for a half a second before letting go. "S-sorry!" Miranda stammered, her voice going up an octave and making Misty laugh as she tried to suckle her lover's breast. "I'm tougher than that, dear," assured Misty, testing Miranda's level of excitement by casually brushing the backs of her fingers across Miranda's womanhood through the comfortable fitting panties that her lover still wore, and smiling at the warmth she found. "Almost there," she teased as Miranda shivered at the sensation, and finding a strange feeling of satisfaction spreading through her as she realized that Miranda was blushing. "Something wrong, Miri?" Misty teased, bringing her hand back before sliding across Miranda's cheek and holding it there as she leaned down to kiss her. "It's nothing, my love," assured Miranda with an amused smile, her stormy gray eyes gleaming with some small, withheld secret. "Am I embarrassing you?" Misty inquired, smiling and arching her back as the tips of Miranda's fingers traced parallel lines down either side of her spine. "No, not at all," her lover lied so blatantly that they both had to laugh, "But it's okay. I need to be reminded how to blush now and then." "That's true," agreed Misty, giving Miranda a long slow kiss before shuffling backwards, maintaining eye contact the whole way, "But I can think of better ways to give you that flushed appearance." Miranda didn't respond. Instead, she looked on expectantly as Misty crawled backwards on her hands and knees a short distance before smiling mischievously and dropping her head down. For a moment a moment a part of Miranda's mind thought it amusing that her lover's bottom still remained in the air, an almost blatantly teasing gesture, before having the thought completely derailed. 'Oh both curse and bless you, my love!' she laughed inwardly, feeling Misty's fingers move along her legs as gentle kisses caressed her inner thighs. 'She wants me to loose control,' Miranda mused, arching her back and gripping the blankets beneath her with both hands, 'Then let her try!' Miranda's legs bent at the knees at Misty's coaxing, soon resting upon her shoulders as her tongue traced a path up one inner thigh and then the other; both times stopping just before reaching Miranda's womanhood. All the while, her now free hands reached out blindly until they found Miranda's. Almost instantly their fingers entwined, and Misty found herself having to match the suddenly firm grip Miranda's fingers gave. 'Sensitive spot, I guess,' she chuckled to herself as her tongue made a sharp turn, moving upwards just before touching Miranda's undergarments. "Oh-! You-!" came Miranda's halting tone as she seemed to be torn between quietly panting and trying not scream. "Hey," replied Misty in an innocently teasing tone, "You like my legs so much, I thought I'd return the favor." Miranda let out a bit of a laugh, throwing her head back and moaning quietly at the thought, only half noticing as Misty's fingers slipped away, her hands cupping the courier's breasts. "No fair-" Miranda giggled, feeling her resolve failing as her hands covered Misty's showing her lover just how to fondle the firm softness of her own bosom. Although she needed no instruction, Misty sighed contentedly, enjoying the feeling of Miranda's strong fingers atop her own, guiding her movements. For a moment, she merely waited, sliding into a more comfortable position and barely noticing as her legs dangled off the end of the bed. Without need for prompting, Miranda pushed at Misty's fingers, coaxing her lover to squeeze her gently before pushing Misty's fingers together to squeeze her nipples. "Right there?" her lover inquired, smiling coyly as Miranda opened her eyes and smiled. "You're much to gentle," Miranda assured her, pushing Misty's fingers closer together, only to find her lover noncompliant, a mischievous smile crossing the water-trainer's face. "Is there something you want?" teased Misty, her heart pounding so loudly in her chest that she could hear her pulse racing in her ears. Miranda gave her an amused, yet flustered look before letting out a slow chuckle and dropping her head back against the pillow. "Well?" came Misty's insistent inquiry, causing Miranda to almost taste the irony in the air, "Is there something you'd like, my love?" "Yes!" the woman exclaimed in a harsh whisper, sitting up so quickly, with such an intense look of need upon her face that Misty could only laugh, "Squeeze them harder-" as she spoke, Miranda pushed her lover's fingers closer together, "And while you're at it, I don't care if you have to tear my underwear off, just please stop teasing me!" Misty laughed, more than willingly dropping her head back down as her fingers tightened about Miranda's captured nipples, causing her lover to let out sudden sound that seemed to cross a grunt with a gasp, the courier's body shuddering for a moment before relaxing. It wasn't long before Misty realized why. Even in the dim, silvery moonlight that her eyes had barely become accustomed to, Misty's could easily make out the not so subtle changes in Miranda's expression. Experimentally, she drew her tongue across Miranda's labia, still protected by the thin, comfortable cotton panties she wore. 'Thought so,' she mused, both feeling and tasting the dampness upon her tongue before teasingly poking at Miranda through the garment, causing the courier to squirm a bit, her fingers suddenly coiling through Misty's hair. She felt a familiar shiver run through her in response to Miranda's gesture, a wondrous feeling of suddenly being very much in control. Of knowing that every gasp, every moan that issued from her lover's lips was her doing. That the hardening of Miranda's nipples, the flushed expression upon her face and the growing moisture inside her was both because of, and for Misty. It was an invitation of sorts, and a declaration of Miranda's desire to do the same for her. 'This is just for me,' Misty mused hungrily, yanking down Miranda's undergarment so quickly that her lover expected an immediate follow up, but Misty chuckled to herself, smiling at Miranda's soft, almost pained exclamation as her tongue touched her softly in comparison to the abrupt disrobing. "You, you, you..." Miranda murmured happily as she let go of Misty to reach out and grip the edges of the mattress. "Hmm?" her lover inquired coyly, not pausing from the slow trail she was tracing with her tongue, exploring every curve, every angle, every dip she encountered. Miranda let out a small laugh, and Misty felt the tension in her body relax somewhat. "That's- that's not fair," the courier panted, leaning up on her elbows and smiling down at her lover who seemed more than content to take her time. "Something wrong dear?" Misty inquired, pausing only to brush her sweaty bangs out of her eyes before repeatedly running her tongue along the length of Miranda's womanhood, each time stopping just before hitting her clit. The courier shook her head in dismay, falling back laughing as her body let out an inadvertent shiver that had nothing to do with being cold. A moment later, Miranda's thoughts all became fleeting as all her concentration became taken up by the sensations that suddenly flooded her, and the peculiar ache she felt whenever Misty's tongue came closer to her clit, only to withdraw. 'Th- there-!' she wanted to scream, feeling the ache almost becoming a burning feeling as Misty's tongue arched around it, as she experimented with new ways to just barely avoid the area. But every time Miranda opened her mouth to try to speak, all she heard was her own gasps turning into something incomprehensible, something spoken so loudly, that she was certain her lover's siblings would awaken at the sound of. 'Not again!' Miranda laughed to herself, for a moment recalling Violet walking in on her. 'How long had she been outside that thin door?' the woman mused for a moment, getting a odd thrill from the thought, even though the sensation was now lost, mixed in with everything else. Miranda soon became dimly aware of a change. The feeling, the constant lapping and teasing of her womanhood had changed somehow. With effort, she calmed herself down enough to open her eyes. Both of Misty's hands were now upon her breasts, as her lover's tongue had finally slid so far between her labia so that Misty's lips were now pressed against them, suckling gently. Miranda bent her legs at the knees, shuffling downwards in a futile attempt to have more of Misty's tongue inside her. Already, her lover was making several gentle motions that would tease Miranda to the brink had she not already been there, and for a moment Miranda wished for something more. Something to fill her, to take care of her aching need so that she could hold Misty tight, kissing her, desperately in the vain hope of expressing the depth of her love, nearly trying to become one with her lover as the orgasm crashed through her. For a moment, the need sparked a memory of a previous lover. Had Miranda been more in control of her thoughts, she would have laughed and chastised herself for not recalling the woman's name, but in her present state, it didn't matter. All she could recall was the woman's soft dark blue hair falling about her, cutting them both off from reality. Her lips pressing against Miranda's, laughing at the expression upon her face as somewhere, something, someone else was- "Miranda!" came Misty's voice, her whispered tone sounding out of breath, but full of mischief. The sound of it was more than enough to break Miranda's concentration, to end her reverie, although Miranda was quite certain that Misty could have whispered "lamppost" and it would have gotten her attention. "Yes?" she replied, feeling a little guilty, but as she watched, Miranda's mind lost the thought, her eyes going wide in anticipation. Misty gave her lover a wide smile before glancing down at Miranda's womanhood almost appraisingly. She then glanced up to catch the courier's expression. Miranda's eyes were wide, unblinking orbs of beautiful gray and Misty made a special note not to blink as she leaned down, moving in closer. Even though her nearsightedness often made things a bit blurry around the edges, even at this distance, Miranda's vision felt strangely clear. As though her mind were filling in all the blanks. Even her hearing became more acute in that second, that seemed to last almost forever. She could faintly hear the sound of the giant fish tank's air filter bubbling, the quiet sounds of night creatures going about their business outside the window and even the quiet noise of one of Misty's sisters stirring in her sleep. But one sound soon blotted out all others. As Miranda then realized, sight and sound weren't the only senses seemingly heightened by the experience, her sense of touch was as well. With a quiet giggle, Misty drew the full length of her soft tongue across Miranda's clit, barely touching it. But even with so slight a contact, Miranda could feel every bump across its surface, every slight flex, and every curve of Misty's tongue as it dragged its way across her deeply needful clit. For the longest of moments, Miranda felt herself want to both laugh and cry, but the joyous feeling was overcome by the sudden rushing sound in her ears as the full force of the pent-up orgasm hit her. The overwhelming feeling of euphoria then blinded Miranda to the world around her, deafening her to the sound of her own voice for a split second that seemed to last forever. When at last some semblance of sanity began to seep in around the edges, Miranda found herself sitting up, her legs bent and held as far apart as possible. Her fingers were full of Misty's hair, and her lungs burned for air, making Miranda wonder how long she'd screaming out her ecstasy. But Misty hadn't stopped. Her tongue still lapped hungrily at Miranda's womanhood, dragging her mind back into the sweet oblivion of ecstasy. 'Fine then!' Miranda laughed, barely noticing the odd sounds she made as her body convulsed around her, selfishly not caring that her knees held Misty tightly in place, or that her suddenly loud exclamations were probably giving her lover's siblings quite an earful. 'Oh, let them listen!' Miranda shouted in her mind, only vaguely aware of the almost laughing grunts she seemed to be making in her attempt to speak, only dimly conscious of Misty's lips surrounding her clit as it was suckled and licked at the same time, 'Serves them right! Lets Violet hear what she can never have-!' Misty pulled back for a moment to catch her breath, caught up in the swirl of energy that seemed to have gripped Miranda in response to her relentless attention. 'Wow,' Misty thought inwardly with an appreciative smile, experimentally sliding a finger between Miranda's labia and feeling the sudden clenching of her internal muscles, 'I never knew Miri could get this way-' But her musing was cut short as Miranda yanked herself away. Without wasted movement, the courier somehow got her legs under herself and leaned down to kiss Misty. For a confused moment, Misty wasn't certain what her lover was trying to do, but didn't struggle as Miranda's hands slid under her arms and tried to pull her up. "Oh, I see," she replied, struggling against the sudden numbness in her legs as Miranda smothered her with impatient kisses that made her laugh and fall backwards. The relentless onslaught of affection failed to cease, however, as Misty fell back laughing. "You okay?" she teased, suddenly finding her head balanced precariously over the bottom end of the bed with Miranda suddenly looking a bit confused, stuck in mid-kiss. Her lover's response was a wide smile, a hungry, almost predatory gleam in her eye as she took careful hold of Misty's calves and slid her back from the brink across the bed to a more comfortable position. "If, if you want me to stop," Miranda panted as she leaned over Misty, her long dark hair falling about her in a way that gave the courier an almost feral appearance, "P-please... Say it now." "No," Misty replied with a loving smile, a feeling of serene trust filling her as she looked on in amused anticipation, "I want to see what you're capable of." Miranda withdrew her hands for a moment, her fingers clenching as she closed her eyes and smiled. "I see," she sighed all to calmly, before slowly opening her eyes and lunging forward. Once again, Misty found herself laughing, finding it a strange reaction, but Misty supposed it was just all the laughter she'd lost as a child coming back to her. With one quick motion, Miranda rolled her over onto her stomach, and slid her fingers along her lover's hips, hoisting Misty onto her knees before pulling down her undergarments. "Oh-!" Misty exclaimed, not quite expecting the sudden feeling of Miranda's mouth upon her womanhood, suckling hungrily against her. For her part, Misty was surprised the warm sensation she'd been ignoring in herself but now could not. 'I must have been too distracted to notice...' she mused, arching her back as Miranda's hands slid up her thighs and gave her bottom an appraising squeeze, 'Oh well!' After a moment, though, Miranda's lips pulled away. "G-goodness," she panted, her hot breath sending chills down Misty's spin as it touched her sensitive skin, "This is too much..." "In a good way, I hope?" Misty inquired, lowering her head and glancing upside down at Miranda, her voice sounding a touch more pleading than she'd intended. "Definitely," assured Miranda with hungry sound as she moved her tongue more skillfully now that she was more in control of herself. "Hm, good," her lover sighed, relaxing and closing her eyes as the gentle feeling spread through her, only half missing the frantic suckling Miranda had exhibited earlier. 'So long as it feels good, and so long as its just you, Miri,' she thought wistfully, 'I don't care what you do to me right now...' For a time, Misty simply stood still, finding the unaccustomedly vulnerable position curiously enjoyable as Miranda's slow kisses moved down her legs and her fingers caressed her. But as she gripped the edge of the bed, shuddering as pleasant sensation passed fleetingly through her, a thought struggled to the surface. 'What if they walk in?' it said in Misty's voice, but it only made her smile. 'So be it!' Misty told herself, chuckling at the thought of being walked in on in such a precarious position. On her knees, with Miranda behind her, and with her lover's wetness still upon her lips. 'Oh ,let them see! Let them know! Let the whole freaking world know!' Misty shouted defiantly at the thought, finding herself somehow intrigued by the possibility, 'Let everyone in the whole entire universe know that I love Miranda Lydia Lilcamp!' As she thought the words, Misty's body gave in again. The orgasm wasn't mind blowing, but it was enough to make her cry out, and as Misty came down, the thoughts she'd had stayed in her mind, coalescing into an image that set her upon the path to another... In her mind, Misty imagined herself and Miranda. Still upon her new bed, still with Miranda behind her, still with wonderful feeling of not knowing what her lover might do next. Only now, the bed was not in Misty's now even more cramped and crowded little bedroom. Instead, the large, comfortable, wonderful surprise gift that that Miranda had bestowed upon her was set upon the raised wooden platform that passed for a stage at the fairgrounds. The same stage that Miranda had once stood upon, reciting a poem to the crowd, professing her undying love and affection for the woman she'd love all her life to the exclusion of all others. Above them, the warm sun shined down its approval from the brilliantly blue sky, as before them, a by far innumerable crowd of onlookers stared up at them with rapt fascination. Some stood quietly smiling, while others held up lit lighters, and still others broke down in tears at the sight of the beautiful, perfect love, but all the spectators looked on with the deepest, most sincere approval possible. Misty closed her eyes for a moment, her body shivering as her embarrassment caused a wide smile to cross her lips. "Yes," she told them, "Watch. Listen. Learn. See how far this so-called worthless extra sister has come!" Misty's thoughts were interrupted for a moment, though, as Miranda shuffled onto her back and pulled her body closer. "It's easier this way," the courier muttered rather quickly with a slight nervous laugh. "It's okay," Misty assured her, clinging to her fantasy and the feelings both it and her lover invoked. The crowd of onlookers took a half step back as Misty rose to stand upon her knees, straddling her lover who continued about her task with the greatest of eagerness. For a time Misty tried to relax, letting the feelings come in slow waves that spread up through her body before subsiding and coming again as all around her she felt the imagined cool breeze off the lake, the intense warmth of the sun upon her back, and the gazes of a legion of fans, all deeply moved by what they were witnessing. Soon, however, Misty noticed a peculiar tension. A feeling of odd confinement that seemed unwelcome in her current situation. She opened her eyes and gave the imagined crowd a mysterious grin as she glanced down and perceived the problem. Her bra was still on. "Silly me," she muttered as her mind wove yet another aspect to her fantasy. With a sultry glance at the spectators, Misty moved her hand towards the front clasp that held the garment together. 'They all want to see,' she mused, sending a strange chill down her spine and almost feeling the effect upon her own ego, 'these people aren't going to laugh. They aren't going to ridicule. They aren't going to shrug and walk away so they can move on to some fake looking half-baked bimbo! No. They're going to stay. They'll see something they can never have, yet all desperately long for something that will haunt their memories for their entire lives!' With almost painful slowness, both Misty's hands moved to undo the small clasp. The gentle 'click' was almost audible as the entire crowd held its collective breath, and Misty glanced up at them, smiling coyly at their stares of rapt fascination. "Patience is half a virtue," she told them, slowly sliding the garment apart, gradually revealing herself to them as their curious expressions became enraptured by the mere thought of seeing Misty completely naked. As her nipples came into view, though, most of the onlookers let out gasps of surprised delight as many others fell to their knees. Still others stood quite still, except for the curious quaking of their bodies until their faces contorted in expressions of intense joy and they collapsed upon the ground, unconscious but still convulsing. Finally, though, as Misty slid the bra off her shoulders and raised it above her head, those who could, rushed forward to the edge of the stage, their eyes filled with both wonder and elated tears as they held their hands out to her. So, with a wide grin, and a bit of a laugh, Misty swung the garment once before tossing it into the crowd. Once again, the spectators held their collective breath as all eyes moved across the clear blue sky, tracking the flailing white object until it descended among them. The man who caught it let out an amazed cry of amazed ecstasy as the soft material touched his fingers immediately falling to his knees in reverence, crying as he laughed almost hysterically at his good fortune. Those around him, though, were so awestruck, that they fell in a wide circle around him, each of their bodies shivering and convulsing as deeply satisfied moans passed their lips. From the stage, though, the scene began to loose cohesiveness. As Misty arched her back and suddenly found Miranda's hands thankfully clinging to her own, it was all that she could do to not cry out. It felt as though Misty were somehow drowning in her own passion as her need for release became the single driving force in her existence at that moment. Somewhere, distantly, Misty could hear Miranda's voice, panting, possibly saying something, but it hardly mattered. All that Misty could sense of the outside world were Miranda's fingers through her own, clinging in near desperation as her lover's tongue lapped urgently at her womanhood. "I- I must-!" Misty tried to say, but her voice seemed somehow harsh to her own ears as her mind forgot how to form the words, and then forgot why they mattered. As the overwhelming feeling struck her, Misty felt herself loose control of her limbs. Somewhere in her mind, she was vaguely aware of them moving of their own volition as somewhere else her own voice repeated a word over and over again. It seemed like forever before she recognized it. As the peculiar floating, almost disembodied feeling slowly subsided, Misty found herself muttering, "Miri, Miri, Miri..." She was then equally surprised to find herself in her lover's arms, the both of them still shaking, covered in sweat, but both feeling extremely happy. "I-!" stammered Misty, quickly cutting herself off before yelling in Miranda's ear. "Um, how...?" she whimpered, happily exhausted. "You said something about not being able to hold me close enough," came Miranda's quiet, contented sounding reply as her fingers ran idly down Misty's back, "It's a feeling I know all too well." Misty smiled, and let out an equally contented sigh as she snuggled closer. "I'm sorry that I don't really remember that," she replied, blushing as she pondered what other words may have escaped her lips. "That's okay, dear," assured Miranda, her mind clinging to the moment as much as possible, concentrating more upon the fulfilling feeling she got every time she hugged her lover a little closer than anything else. "So I suppose you're going to be up all night now," pondered Misty, sliding her body lower so she could see Miranda's face. "It's okay," the courier replied with a shrug, her hand reaching out to brush Misty's sweaty hair back, "I want to hold you for as long as I can anyway." "The rest of your life's a long time, dear." Miranda leaned forward, answering Misty's suddenly wry smile with a kiss. "Now you're just being silly," she chuckled, taking a moment to both flip the pillow over. "Only partially," Misty assured her with a yawn, watching as Miranda lifted the dark tangled mess her hair had become before laying her head back down, letting it fan out across the pillow, "But seriously, it's not fair of me to simply fall asleep on you." Miranda gave a mirthful chuckle as her arms went about her lover once again. "Don't worry," she told Misty with a shrug, "It's only my mind that wanders. My body, however, is quite content to remain perfectly still. Besides, this is when my inspiration is at its peak. 'Clear your mind, and let inspiration fill it,' or something like that anyway..." "All right then," Misty replied, stretching out her muscles one last time before putting her head down upon Miranda's chest and closing her eyes contentedly, "Just wake me up if Nezumi and Wraith have anything interesting to say." "Oh yeah, them..." pondered Miranda, glancing over at the fuzzy image of the window at the other side of the room. Just beyond it, she could make out the brilliantly glowing shape of the moon in its gibbous phase. "I hope they're all right out there..."
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