Fighting Partnership
Notes: This fic was written under the influence of a recent viewing of a
Kurosawa movie, a sunburn, and extreme fatigue. (Be warned!) It takes
place in no particular time, really. . . .
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Sally walked into the room she was sharing with Noin while Howard did
some maintenance on their craft. As she opened the door, she heard *it*
again. That little sigh, accompanied by a murmured "Zechs. . . ." //It
wouldn't bother me so much if she weren't muttering that *constantly*. .
.and if it weren't so clear that Zechs is abysmally dim-witted in the
love department and is *never* going to come settle down with her.//
Sally mused, //Guy's half off his rocker anyway. . .can't see what Noin
sees in him. . . .//
"Zechs. . .I'll wait. . . ." Noin, looking out the window in a rapture
of martyrdom and unrequited love, didn't seem to notice that Sally had
entered.
//"I'll WAIT?!"// Sally slammed the door shut. //That's IT! I can't sit
by and watch anymore. This ends NOW!//
"Noin." she said, in her command-mode voice. She never used the name
'Lucrezia,' believing along with its owner that it was one of the most
horrid appellations a woman had ever been cursed with.
"Oh!" The purple-haired pilot stood up quickly. "Hi, Sally, I didn't
hear you come in. How are you?"
"Frustrated," Sally replied, one eyebrow rising ironically.
"Frustrated? Why?"
"Well, let's make a list, shall we? First, Howard's guys haven't
finished fixing our equipment yet, and it's been three DAYS. Second, I
had to listen to Wufei rant at me for two HOURS yesterday. And he can't
even remember to call me 'Sally'! 'Onna' this, 'Onna' that. . . . Third,
and most annoyingly, I have had to listen to you muttering about Zechs,
a man who can't commit to you, can't see you love him, and furthermore
can't even decide on his own goddamned NAME, every other minute for the
past I don't even know how long. What's it going to take for you to
realize he can't give you what you want? And finally, I am not getting
any, and with the way you're moping, it looks like I won't BE getting
any until sometime in the next millennium!"
Having finished, Sally felt much better, and gave a satisfied sigh, at
peace with the world once more.
Noin, on the other hand, did not seem to know what to do with this
information. "I. . .you. . .but. . . ." Suddenly, it seemed to occur to
her to be angry, and so she was. "You. . .you have no right to say those
things about Zechs and I! We're different. . .it's hard. . .Zechs is. .
. ." She continued to splutter for awhile, but realized it wasn't really
helping her argument, and settled for throwing a punch at Sally.
//NOW we're getting somewhere,// Sally thought joyfully, as she caught
the punch and began to wrestle with the other woman. //I do so love
strong women.// They rolled and tussled on the floor for a long time,
evenly matched, until Noin started to fight dirty (hair-pulling) and
managed to distract Sally long enough to pin her to the ground in a
strong hold. Sweat covered her face, neck, and arms from the exertion,
and her tank top stuck to her like it was molded for her body, a fact
which Sally was not unappreciative of. Noin did, after all, have a
rather nice chest.
Both women were breathing heavily, and it was awhile before Noin caught
her breath and the scattered pieces of her train of thought enough to
pant, "Sally. . .don't. . .ever talk. . .about my business. . .like
that. And what. . .does YOUR not getting any. . .have to do with ME?"
Every few words were punctuated by deep, sucking breaths. Noin's hair
had fallen into her eyes, and she desperately wanted to brush it away,
but was too wary to give up her hold on Sally. She wanted answers.
Completely unexpectedly, Sally smiled. Then she quite deliberately
lifted her head and bit, hard, on the flesh of Noin's inner elbow. Noin
screeched, startled, and it was enough for Sally to break the hold and
flip her over onto her back, pinned to the floor. "I want you," she
said.
Noin found herself trapped by Sally's eyes, glittering dangerously and
with something she didn't want to identify. . .but recognized, to her
dismay, as lust. //Lust. . .for *me*?// "You can't mean that. . . . You
want me. . .?" She discovered that she was out of breath, even though
her respiration should've returned to normal by then. Sally's body was
in contact with hers, all along the line from chest to feet. Her arms
were trapped to the sides of her head, and she felt Sally's weight on
top of her chest and torso and Sally's knee insinuated firmly between
her legs. //I don't understand. . . .//
"Yes," replied Sally, deliberately. "I want you. And I'm sick of
waiting." Totally in control, and with perfectly even breathing, she
brought her head down the bare inches that separated their faces and
kissed Noin savagely on the mouth, almost ripping at her lips. Noin
struggled, trying to squirm away, but couldn't. So she used the only
weapon available to her. She bit Sally's lip.
Hard.
"Why you little. . ." Sally's eyes flashed with something undefinable,
and Noin felt a hot rush of petty satisfaction as the other woman turned
her head to the side and spat a drop of blood on the ground. "You know,"
she said, almost conversationally, "I've always been very fond women as
fearless as you, Noin."
//Fond of women. . .she always did seem like the dykish type, actually.
. . .// Suddenly, it occurred to her with alarming presence that this
was actually happening. //This is real. . .this is *real*. . .it's not a
joke. . .Sally's really doing this. To me.// Fear, and something utterly
foreign coursed through her at the realization. No, if she was honest,
it wasn't totally foreign to her. . .she'd just never experienced it
quite this strongly. . .and never with anyone but Zechs. //Oh god. . .
.//
Sally bent down and kissed her again, and she began to feel
light-headed. //I want her to stop. . .but her weight on top of me. .
.so comforting. . .and her lips. . . . Wait! I'm don't like women that
way! Do I? I mean, I've always identified more with men. . .women can
sometimes be so weak. . .but then, sometimes they're the best company,
aren't they? Men can be such idiots. . .Sally's not weak at all. . . .//
Seeming to pick up on the wandering of her attention, Sally very
deliberately ground the knee between her legs upward into her crotch,
and Noin was brought shatteringly back into the present situation with a
moan. //I. . .did I just feel that? Nothing could feel like that! I. .
.ohhhh. . .I like this. . .I *like* this?!//
Sally began licking at her lower lip purposefully, and Noin forgot for a
moment that she was supposed to be trying to escape. Her mouth seemed to
open against her own will, and Sally's tongue was instantly there, in so
deep she thought she would gag on it. . . . Then it started to move,
swiping, probing at every recess of her mouth and--hot hot hot hot
hot--it plunged, demanding, impossibly in and in as if Sally was trying
to drive her head into the floor in her urgency and Noin felt she was
being filled, invaded, and Sally's tongue was licking her teeth, the
roof of her mouth, the inside of her cheeks and it was good, so good. .
. . She was kissing back. . . . Was she supposed to enjoy it this much?
//My god, what am I doing? What about Zechs? And this. . .she's forcing
me. . .no matter what I feel, this way, it's just. . .wrong. . . .//
Sally chose that moment to pull back for air, and Noin felt empty. She
needed, craved, that feeling of being filled again. . .but Sally was
looking down at her, with an almost questioning expression on her face.
Her eyes challenged, and Noin read them clearly. //Well?//
She answered back in her thoughts. //You stopped. . .stopped when you
held all the cards, had all the power. You're not trying to hurt me, are
you? You just wanted to get my attention. If I asked to right now, you'd
get up off me, and agree to go on as if this had never happened.// Noin
was vaguely surprised to learn that she'd become so adept at reading her
friend's expressions without realizing it. . .but then, Sally had been
her bulwark, ever since they'd met, and the best friend Noin had ever
had, except Zechs. //Zechs. . . .//
The challenge in Sally's eyes was still there, waiting to be answered.
Only a little bit afraid of the future it would bring her, Noin made her
decision. //Zechs isn't here.// She strained her neck, reaching up from
the floor, and claimed Sally's mouth.
Sally looked down at her for a brief instant before curving her lips in
a feral grin and pinning Noin to the floor with the force of her kisses
once again. Noin was content to surrender unconditionally beneath her,
opening her mouth as wide as it would go to admit Sally, and when
Sally's knee forced itself even harder against her crotch and her legs
were forced wider, wider, she groaned helplessly and wrapped her shaking
thighs around Sally's leg, squeezing tightly. As she rubbed up against
her (friend? lover? partner?), searching for friction, the only thought
floating through her mind that would stay long enough to be understood
was, //I guess I *do* like women that way. . . .//
The kissing seemed to go on forever, both women breathless, and Noin had
no idea she could feel this hot under someone's talented mouth; every
inch of her skin was burning and she had itches she couldn't describe in
places she didn't know she'd had. After an indeterminate period of time,
Sally seemed to decide it was safe to let go of the hands she held
captive, and proceeded to trail one of her now-free hands down the side
of Noin's neck, using the other to stroke against her clothed abdomen.
Noin's toned muscles jumped as she gasped wildly and tried to remember
how to breathe. Everything was wet, sweat-slicked; her tongue slid over
and under Sally's and Sally's hands were somehow at her waist, pushing
her shirt slowly up, up. . . .
//I can't believe she's letting me do this. . .I mean, I knew the
chemistry was there. . .that she could. . .but I never really believed
she *would*. . .and she seems to be enjoying herself. . . .// Sally
laughed into Noin's throat and continued to push her tank top up along
her body, revealing tanned but still-white skin inch by inch until it
bunched up just below her breasts. Both women had the same habit of
forgoing bras in the summer unless in a battle situation, and she could
see the curved outlines of Noin's loose breasts clearly through the thin
shirt.
Noin continued to thrash weakly beneath Sally's body until she felt two
knees spreading her apart, her shirt being suddenly yanked up to her
shoulders, and hands running over her newly-exposed breasts. //Wha. . .?
I feel. . .something. . .// An inarticulate cry tore out of her throat
as fingers began to stroke her, thumbs running over her nipples, so hard
they were almost painful, and a skilled, hot tongue began to travel down
her neck. "Oh. . .ohhhhh. . . ." It felt like everything and nothing,
Sally's fingers tracing around her nipples, stroking, then--ohhh--
squeezing her left breast in one hand. All her nerves were in her
breast, and all the world was in Sally's calloused, perfect hand, and
dimly she was aware of the feeling she'd had before, one of discomfort
in her panties. Sally squeezed the other breast in rhythm and rolled her
left nipple between thumb and forefinger, licking the hollow of her
collarbone. Good, so good. . . . All Noin could do was mindlessly spread
her legs wider for her lover--yes, there was no doubt now--impossibly
wide. . .//please//. . .and suddenly she realized what it was, the
feeling, and shuddered as she felt her panties soaking wet and soiled,
rubbing against her.
"Sally. . .Sally, I. . .oh god. . . ." She rolled her head back and
forth as Sally's mouth, oh, her mouth, made its way down the center of
her chest, painting a wet line as it delved deep into the hollow between
her breasts. Sally took a moment, spellbound, to bury her nose in that
forbidden place. . .musky, damp, like a garden or a jungle. . .she had
always loved breasts. She nuzzled Noin's a little, rubbing her nose
against her catlike as she sniffed her scent.
Noin moaned at that and lay, still and motionless, with tears of
pleasure in her eyes as the sensation of teeth scraping over her
breasts, biting down on sensitive nerves, threatened to blind her. Then
Sally's tongue darted out again, and teased at a nipple.
Noin screamed.
Pleased, Sally leaned down and captured the erect nipple in her mouth,
sucking. Noin knew that was what babies did, what breasts were for, but
she had never been suckled, and could not even begin to describe the
feeling. Her breath came in hoarse, shallow gasps and she was aware in
the foggy recesses of her brain that she was going to explode. Briefly,
she considered the idea of Zechs doing this to her, his mouth on her in
this intimate way, and discovered that she could not imagine it.
Nothing, no one could make her feel as good as Sally. . .sucking
hungrily, fiercely. . . . She was in shock and still on the hard floor
of their room as waves of pleasure washed over her. . .Sally's mouth
left her right nipple and she cried out in loss until it latched firmly
down on her left. . . .
. . .//this isn't right,// thought Sally. . .
. . .and clamped down brutally with her teeth.
"What the FUCK do you think you're *doing*?!" Noin screeched, liquified
muscles coming alive as she kneed Sally in the stomach and heaved her
across the room, then sat up and cradled her breast protectively against
the pain.
Sally laughed. "Got you back," she said cryptically. "You and I are an
equal partnership, Noin, and you weren't made to be a passive lover.
What's making you one now? I'm not making love to someone who's not
burning as hot as I'm burning, and I don't do all the work, either. I
want to fuck Noin, Lucrezia Noin, and not some paper doll without
initiative. You're a fighter, a tiger, and I'm not Zechs Marquise, or
Peacecraft, or whoever the hell he is, and you do not have to play the
sweet, accepting woman that takes whatever scraps I toss out. I don't do
things, or people, that way." She folded her arms over her chest and
looked at Noin, challenging once again.
//Why does she think that. . .// Noin wondered, still a little dazed
from pleasure and fury. And then she saw. //I *have* been doing that. .
.with Zechs, ever since I met him, it was always be quiet and sweet and
understanding and take whatever he could give me. . .I took it all and I
was glad. . .but it wasn't enough. . .I fucking gave up first at the
academy for him! And now. . .Sally. . . . I was doing it again and I
didn't even know I was doing it; letting her rule me and just taking it.
It's such a habit. . .but it's not my true nature, is it?// Noin rocked
back a little on her heels, stunned. "Sally. . . ." //But what is in my
nature?// she wondered. She asked herself the question and received no
answer. //What do I want to do, right now? I. . .I am a fighter. I want
to. . .be with her. . .I want to feel fire. . .I want a mouth on my
breast again. . .I want to struggle. . .I want hands everywhere on my
body. . .I want to make her feel what I'm feeling. . .I want. . . .//
Casting about, she finally struck on something that seemed true to her,
natural. She tore off the tank top that had been hopelessly tangled
about her shoulders and threw it into a corner. And then she pounced.
She flew across the room with a wordless battle cry and knocked Sally
back on the ground, surging up to take her lips and thoroughly frenching
her. For the first time in her adult life, she actually took control of
a sexual encounter, and kissed Sally breathless. //She. . .she's so good
to me. . .I want to make her feel good. . .my best friend. . . .// "I'm
back, but can you handle me?" Noin teased, pausing briefly in her
assault on Sally's lips, as she stripped her of her button-down shirt
with fingers steady for the first time in ages.
"I think so," Sally said, and smirked.
The two women from then on groped and stroked and licked and tickled
with equal fervor, rolling recklessly across the room as clothes were
shed and limits were pushed and stars exploded and evenly matched,
ferocious partners battled for top. And through it all, Lucrezia Noin
chanted, "thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you" and dropped
little kisses on every part of Sally she could reach. //Thank you, for
reminding me I am strong, for bringing me back to my true nature.//
Finally, Sally was left looking down at the beautiful woman she'd had
her eye on since they'd met wearing nothing but a pair of thoroughly
soaked panties and a sheen of sweat. //I don't think I've ever enjoyed a
lover as much as I enjoy her, want her, love her. . . .// Tender for the
first time in their encounter, she gently picked Noin up and deposited
them both on the bed. Slowly, and with reverence, her hands grasped the
edges of her panties and pulled down.
Noin made a faint noise of disgust at her ruined underwear as it was
discarded. //Silk. . .oh, well, the ordinary laundry machine can be a
miracle worker. . . .// She pulled the naked Sally roughly down to her
and playfully kissed the palms of her hands, her elbows, her stomach
before rolling on top of her. //So sweet. . .skin against skin like
this. . .I never even imagined something this good. . .never even
considered. . . .//
She had considered even less what happened next. Sally thrust against
her with hips and tongue, wildly, and flipped her onto her back again,
grabbing hold of a foot in each hand. Noin wanted to fight back, loving
the control she'd been exerting, but something told her now was a time
when it was all right to give in to her curiosity. //What can she want
with my feet?//
Sally saw the inquisitive look and smirked. Then she bent her head and
pressed kisses onto the soles of each captured foot, as the other pilot
groaned and bucked wildly. //Yep, moving to the bed was definitely a
good idea,// she thought, as she saw Noin's head start to rhythmically
beat back against the pillows. She felt arms wind around her, clutching.
Abandoning the feet after a thorough tongue-cleansing, she began to kiss
up well-muscled calves and thighs, worshipping with hands and tongue.
"Ah. . .ahhhhh. . . ." //yes more more more up keep going up up more
yes// Noin was unable even to think coherently. She didn't even know
what she wanted, but part of her was screaming to her that whatever it
was, whatever climax there could be to this, it was coming. //This
closeness. . .so right. . .touching like this. . .don't stop never stop.
. . .//
And then, without warning, it was there, and Noin didn't understand why
her body didn't fly apart into little shards to shoot across the room
like a broken windowpane.
Sally, seconds before this half-formed revelation, paused for a moment
at the junction of pelvis and thigh to admire what she was about to
explore. //Women are so much more beautiful than men. . .they take the
world into them, instead of thrusting their world upon others.// Then,
very deliberately, she bent down and licked the clitoris of the woman
currently scratching bloody trails down the skin of her back.
//I didn't know anyone could scream that loud. . .I guess she likes it.
. . .// Sally laughed against the vulva she was mouthing, causing
vibrations that shot through both women like lightning. Then, she
proceeded to thoroughly wash Noin's labia, clitoris, vagina, anus with
her tongue; she wanted everything; loved the taste of her; couldn't get
enough of her. She moaned.
Sally's tongue went mad and Noin thrashed and groaned and cried out her
name. //Sally. . .never felt like this before. . .what is this. .
.tongue lips heaven wet heaven stroke heaven clit heaven heaven heaven//
She felt as if the rough tongue that stroked her so impossibly, so
immediately was the world, and she wanted to take the world into
herself, deep inside. She grabbed Sally's face with both hands and
yanked her up to eye-level, kissing her hard enough to bruise. "Sally. .
.fill me. I want you to fill me." Somehow, she understood, and nodded
once. Smiling the sweetest smile Noin had ever seen on anyone, Sally
began kissing her again, softly, stretching her body over Noin's and
nudging her eager legs apart once more. Then, plunging her tongue deep
into Noin's throat until the purple-haired pilot felt she would stop
breathing--and die happy--she thrust two fingers into the wetness
between her legs, and began to pump, feeling herself on the edge of her
own orgasm simply watching the looks that passed over Noin's sensitive
face.
"Ahhh. . .yes. . .Sally. . .more!" Sally added a third finger, and
kissed her again, impossibly, more deeply. Noin felt herself floating on
a cloud of ecstacy. Being filled like this; Sally's tongue deep in her
mouth and Sally's fingers deep in her core, she knew completion and
pleasure and self-discovery and power.
"Oh, Noin. . . ." Sally rose above her, breasts hanging down, nipples
stiff and hard, cunt dripping. Noin wanted, more than anything, for
Sally to feel as good as she herself felt as Sally's fingers continued
to thrust in and out of her, making her body arc into the touch. She
reached up with arms and lips and latched onto a nipple with her mouth,
fondling the breasts she found over her as she sucked desperately. //I
didn't realize this could be so much fun. . . .// Pleasuring Sally with
her mouth, and letting one hand roam down her back and over the crack of
her ass as the other reached, stretching down to stroke her moist cunt,
Noin joyfully explored.
Sally was falling off the edge of the universe, and gasping hard enough
to hurt her throat. Before all rationale left her, she managed to pant
out something about protection and diseases and not wanting to hurt
Noin, but even to her own ears it didn't make much sense, and she was
pretty sure her partner didn't know what a dental dam was or even that
lesbian sex carried any risks. She was clean, she knew, but she didn't
want Noin to feel later as if she'd taken too great a chance. . . .
Noin mumbled something clearly meant to reassure against her breast, and
then laid back sweetly on the pillow, removing her hands and placing
them against the mattress. //Wha. . .?// Sally couldn't help but moan at
the loss of contact with those inexperienced but eager hands. Yet, Noin
was clearly trying to do something. . . . "My god," she whispered,
suddenly faint, and her hands stopped moving within her lover. //She's
giving herself to me. . .but not like before; now she's. . .she's doing
it because she trusts me. . .trusts *us*. . .to make it worth it. And,//
looking at Noin's somewhat predatory smile, //she fully intends to make
it up to me later. Oh, Noin. . .so much. . .I. . . .//
Unable to express in words what the revelation meant to her, Sally
silently began to lick all the sweat off her lover's body, covering
every inch of her with her tongue, until she found herself back at the
junction of Noin's legs again. And, with the attitude of one who is
praying, she scraped the clitoris with tongue and teeth before taking
the whole vulva in her mouth, opening herself wide, taking it in. . .and
thrust her tongue up, up to the center of her being, sucking and
thrusting and feeling the explosion between her own legs as her orgasm
hit her and the world went up in flames.
Noin, meanwhile, was firmly convinced that time had screeched to a halt
when Sally's tongue had begun to seemingly dive for her center.
Something was happening with Sally; this she knew, and even vaguely
wondered if it was odd that she had come while not being touched. But
that and all other thoughts were wiped out of her mind as she felt her
life being melted and sucked out of her into Sally's warm mouth, and
suddenly her legs shot out with the force of a small earthquake, and her
eyes rolled back into her head, and she thought she would become
delirious with the pleasure until everything was blotted out by a sharp
white light.
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When the world came into focus some time later, Sally Po and Lucrezia
Noin were sprawled over one bed in a small room, limbs tangled and hair
matted with perspiration. Noin remembered the feeling between her legs
right before the whiteness, and realized she had just experienced the
first orgasm of her life. . .and she hadn't been thinking of Zechs. //In
fact,// she pondered, //I don't think I'm going to be thinking of him
terribly often from now on. I've got. . .better things to think about.//
Sally remembered the flash in Noin's eyes when she had kissed her that
last time, and knew their partnership would never be the same. . . .
"Sally?"
"Mmmm?"
"It's only going to get more exciting from here, isn't it?"
//You bet, koi, you bet. Lieutenant Noin,// she thought, smiling, //I do
believe I love you.//
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Whew! ::wipes her tired brow:: The END!!! Now, I've got a headache, it's
three a.m., and if I don't get some sleep I'm not sure if I can make it
to tomorrow. Good night all, and pleasant dreams to everyone! ^_^
Tekka: I'm never letting you write the ending to a fic while tired
agian.
Cutter: Oi, whose idea was this fic in the first place?
::author and muse wander off to bed together, arguing::
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