Misty's Gratitude
I would like to thank Winston Marrs for proof reading and correcting
my many grammatical snafus, and while his writing may be strange it is
undoubtedly high quality strangeness. Do yourself a favor and check
him out.
On with the show!
/ Indicates thought\
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Misty sat lost in thought at the dinner table in Rally’s house, her
hand absent-mindedly wrapped around a cup of tea that May had served
her a little while earlier. Her face was blank, expressionless and
slightly pale, with her normally bright eyes dull and half-closed.
In her mind, the ordeal with Goldie was playing itself over and over
again, slowly making her realize that it had actually happened. A
small shiver rippled through her and she closed her eyes and pulled
her chin to her chest, tensing her grip on the cup until her fingers
shook. A tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered being dragged
out of the car, having to see May and Rally’s reaction as they beheld
her, bound and gagged as Goldie’s puppet. The battle couldn’t have
taken long, but to Misty it had felt like hours, constantly feeling
her own pulse against the explosive collar as May struggled to diffuse
it. As the smoke had finally seemed to clear, she remembered feeling
someone drop a coat over her, and as she looked up she had seen Rally
standing over her, smiling; an angel rescuing her from Hell.
She sighed wearily and glanced up at the clock. The incandescent
needle showed it to be 1:34 in the morning, but, despite the fact that
she hadn’t slept in over a day, she felt too nervous to sleep. Every
time she closed her eyes, she seemed to hear Goldie’s voice whispering
in her ear, or her hand brushing through her hair with a caress that
was both loving and chilling simultaneously.
The warmth of the cup in her hand had died away over an hour ago, and
now all she could feel was a slight glow of warmth from its smooth
sides. The plate before her was still covered in the leftovers of the
breakfast May had given her before going to bed. Crumbs of toast and
pieces of egg seemed to be frozen in time, permanently on display in
an unchanging gallery. She made up her mind and stood, wincing
slightly at her squeaking chair, and, after putting it back in place,
she padded quietly over to the door and shut off the light, shrouding
the room in darkness except for the dull glow from the clock.
She stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall with her arms
clasped before her, nervously glancing up the darkened stairway. An
itch at her side brought her hand to it, against the thick fabric of
the sweater Rally had given her. She was grateful that Rally had lent
her clothing after Goldie had left her only a leather bondage suit,
but it also made her nervous. She had been attracted to Rally since a
little after she had met her, and something about wearing her clothes
had, despite her best efforts, been turning her on a bit. Shaking
these thoughts from her head, she sighed, /I have to show her I’m
grateful…\ she thought as she started up the stairs, silently padding
up into the darkened hallway.
Opening a door she quietly stepped in, waiting a moment for her eyes
to adjust to the darkness. The room smelt of gunpowder and metal, and
seemed fairly plain. The largest piece of furniture in the room was a
wooden case that Misty guessed was where Rally kept some of her guns,
and, aside from that, the bedroom was fairly simple. Rally lay
sprawled on top of the sheets in a long white T-shirt and panties, her
other clothes simply dropped at the foot of the bed.
Misty crept up to the foot of the bed and stood there, looking
uncomfortably at the sight before her. Rally was sleeping on her back,
one hand at her side, the other on her stomach, and one leg hanging
over the side of the bed, providing Misty with a delectable view. The
hand on her stomach pulled the shirt tight over her bust, and her
dangling leg pulled back the hem of the shirt enough to catch a
glimpse of her panties. Trying to ignore these distractions, Misty
stepped around to the head of the bed, where she stood for a moment
before finding her voice.
"Rally?" she said, nearly in a whisper.
In her sleep, Rally murmered a response without awakening.
"I… just… I just wanted to say… thank you…" Misty stuttered as tears
came to her eyes. "Y-You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, and… and
you saved my life… thanks…"
"Y’r… ‘elcome…" Rally said in her sleep with a small yawn.
Somehow, it still felt incomplete. She had so much she felt, but no
words would come out that seemed to be even close. Nervously she
kneeled down, and after stuttering over a few more words she leaned
forward and kissed Rally on the lips. She had intended to pull away
after a second, but somehow she couldn’t, the gentle heat of Rally’s
lips touching hers seemed to meld the both of them, making it
impossible for her to pull away. Her cheeks were already heavily
blushed, and she could feel her heart beating faster, faster; dazed,
she let her tongue gently caress Rally’s lips as she slowly pulled
away.
As she did so her heart nearly stopped as she saw Rally’s lip quiver,
and suddenly saw both of her eyes open and staring at her. For a
moment silence settled over them, and except for the slow blink of
Rally’s eyes, the world seemed to hold still.
Finally, it snapped, and Rally’s eyes narrowed down to questioning and
angry slits. "Misty!" she groaned loudly, "What the hell do you think
you’re doing?"
Somehow, even though she had known all along it would be like this,
she was still crushed. Tears welled up in her eyes, and with a small
choking noise she sprang to her feet and ran out of the room. Rally
touched her lips in a daze, what had that been about? She was about to
simply turn over and try to go back to sleep when she heard the faint
sound of a sob. She stood up and walked out into the hallway,
following the soft sounds down to the living room where she could see
the outline of Misty curled upon the couch in the dark.
"Misty?" she said quietly.
The sobs stopped suddenly, and Misty’s head lifted up for Rally to see
her tear-filled eyes. Rally walked over and sat down on the couch next
to her, putting her hand on Misty’s quaking shoulder with a
sympathetic, although hesitant, smile.
"What’s wrong? I-" Rally started before Misty cut her off.
"I love you," Misty said in a choked voice, "and you don’t love me."
Rally felt her cheeks burn as she suddenly lost her voice, leaving her
stammering as Misty choked back a new sob.
"I always… I… I always hoped that somehow I could get you to
understand," Misty wept, "And… well, I don’t know… I somehow even got
myself to believe that someday you… you might even like me…"
As Misty began to recover slightly Rally sat stock-still. Finally, as
Misty was wiping her eyes on her sleeves, she heard Rally’s near-meek
voice: "That’s… that’s not completely true…"
Misty looked up with a shocked expression, and she blinked in surprise
as Rally stuttered out her next words.
"I… I’m not sure I mean it the same way you do… but I certainly like
you…" she said, smiling somewhat uncomfortably. "So cheer up, okay?"
Misty wiped the tears from her face and sniffed once, blinking a few
times before looking up again. Rally’s face was framed in the dim
light from the door, making it look to Misty as if she wore a dim
halo. Tears came back to her eyes as she clutched at Rally’s arm,
pulling herself close and laying her head on Rally’s shoulder while
the tears trickled down her cheeks.
Rally put her arm around Misty, holding her gently. It felt strange to
have someone in her arms, and she had to fight the slight urge to pull
away. Rally had never really had any romantic feelings for anyone (the
closest she had come were the feelings she reserved for her guns), but
as she continued to hold Misty she could feel her own cheeks burning.
Her body felt more sensitive; a gentle, tingling sensation all over
her skin, which was more intense wherever they touched. It felt nice,
but at the same time it made the urge to pull away even stronger, and
she bit her lip gently as she forced herself to keep still.
Misty gently pushed away Rally’s arms and sat up, wiping her eyes
before turning to Rally with a small smile. "Thanks, Ral… I… really
appreciate it…"
Rally’s stammering reply was both glad and regretful: "N-No problem."
Their eyes locked for a moment, and they both went silent as they sat
staring. Almost without thought, Misty began leaning forward, her eyes
locked with Rally’s until their noses touched ever so gently. She held
her breath, afraid, even then, that Rally might pull away, but Rally
sat still, her eyes locked with Misty’s as their lips slowly moved
closer. With all of her courage Misty moved forward the last inch,
closing her eyes as their lips touched.
Somehow it was different for her; different from the other girls she
had kissed. She couldn’t understand why, but she knew it was. As she
pulled away, Rally’s mouth opened like she wanted to speak, only to
close again without disturbing the silence. The look on her face was
one of confusion, a struggle somewhere inside her made all the more
difficult by what had just happened. Misty knew that she would most
likely win her over if she was to simply take advantage of her
confusion, but something made her stop.
"I’m sorry Rally… I… don’t know what came over me…" muttered Misty
sadly, "I’ll leave you alone…"
She started to get up, but she stopped as she felt Rally’s hand grab
hers.
"No, don’t…" said Rally, "It’s all right…"
"What…?" asked Misty softly.
"I’m sorry I yelled, I… I just got caught off guard," said Rally
apologetically. "No one except my parents ever said they loved me and
meant it. I just wasn’t sure how to react…"
The silence of the room was broken only by the sound of Rally shifting
herself on the couch, knocking one of the pillows onto the floor.
"I’ve never felt this way about a guy, let alone a girl…" said Rally
slowly. "I just have no idea what to do…"
"I’m sorry…" said Misty almost in a whisper.
"Don’t be…" smiled Rally, slightly uncomfortable, "It’s nice to know
someone really loves me…"
"I do…" Misty insisted again as she leaned closer to her, "I have
almost since the moment I met you."
She wanted to say more, to somehow express the depth of feeling that
seemed to fill her, but no words came. All she could do was repeat the
same phrase she had used before, hoping that she could make what she
truly felt understood.
"I love you, Rally," said Misty quietly, looking down as her reddening
cheeks once more burned under that slightest of tingles.
Rally bit her lip so hard it hurt, and closed her eyes as she laid
back on the couch. While the room around her was quiet and dark, her
mind was a chaotic whirlwind of thought, all focused on one thing: was
she in love with a girl? Lesbianism was something she had always
thought of as strange, but here she was, listening to the rapid beats
of her own heart in response to the girl sitting next to her. Maybe it
was because she was sure it was sincere, knew that Misty wasn’t like
the many hotshot guys who had tried to pick her up in the past.
Whatever the reason, Rally finally gave in, even if it did seem a bit
strange to her, it was love, and that was what mattered.
"Misty…" whispered Rally softly, "I love you too."
For a moment nothing moved, the room seeming to hold its breath as her
words came out, but the silence was soon broken. Before Rally even
noticed Misty moving, she was pressed against her, kissing her deeply
with both arms wrapped around her. Rally managed to fight her reaction
to push her away and let herself go limp, relaxing as she kissed back,
and desperately hoping that she had made the right decision.
Misty could feel herself getting wet, deepening her kiss and squeezing
Rally deeply into her. She remembered the few times that she and
Janice had managed to get alone in prison the familiar feelings of
another girl slowly coming back to her as Rally pressed against her.
She smiled to herself as she felt the small, hard nubs on Rally’s
breasts poking at her. /She’s hot, too… I’ve waited so long for this…\
thought Misty as she gently slid her tongue into Rally’s mouth.
Rally’s eyes opened slightly as she felt Misty’s tongue touch hers,
but soon she was twisting tongues with Misty eagerly, her eyes
half-closed and her face deeply blushed against her dark skin. /This
really feels good…\ thought Rally as their tongues dueled, and as
Misty’s breasts rubbed up against hers through her shirt she moaned
softly, squeezing her eyes shut for moment. Any thoughts of it being
wrong had left her mind, replaced by the gentle lust that was slowly
spreading through her.
Misty smiled to herself as she felt Rally squirm against her. /She’s
getting into it.\ she thought. She brought one of her hands around and
slid it up into Rally’s shirt, causing her to jump a bit within her
arms. Rally froze as she felt fingers slowly slide up her side, and
she moaned into Misty’s mouth as her hand settled onto her breast.
Misty gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling how firm it was in her hand,
its hard point against her palm, and began to fondle the unresisting
girl. Rally had her eyes closed again and was giving out small moans
with every one of Misty’s movements, everything else seemingly
forgotten to her as she basked in this new feeling.
Suddenly, Rally’s whole body tensed as her voice shot up a full
octave, her body quaking for a moment before falling still. As she lay
panting heavily, Misty drew her hands out of Rally’s shirt and looked
down between Rally’s legs. Lifting up the bottom of Rally’s shirt she
gasped; the crotch of Rally’s panties had been soaked through, juice
already moistening the inside of her thighs.
"Wow… you actually came?" Misty said, "I barely touched you…"
"I… I think I did…" Rally managed to say after a few moments.
Misty smiled and shook her head, "That’s incredible; I’ve never seen
anyone come just from being felt up. You must be really sensitive."
Rally began to give a weak laugh at the remark, but her laugh caught
in her throat at the feeling of Misty’s finger stroking along her wet
panties.
"Ill have to go a little slower here, otherwise this could be over
pretty quick." Misty said with a sultry grin, reaching up to Rally’s
waist and hooking her fingers through the sides of her panties. Rally
shook a bit at the touch, but didn’t resist as Misty slowly drew them
down her legs, eventually leaving them hanging around Rally’s ankle
where they were dropped to the floor with a twitch of her foot.
Misty starred in a kind of trance at Rally’s pussy, seemingly unable
to move or even blink. She had fantasized about this more times then
she could remember ever since she had met Rally, never once even
considering that it might ever happen. She reached out like a dream
walker, slowly touching the wet slit with a shaky finger and eliciting
a groan out of Rally. The dark skin of Rally’s face had blushed even
darker, and as, Misty looked up at her, she was struck by how
vulnerable Rally looked. The bounty hunter that she had seen as an
invincible fighter now lay before her, with her legs spread and her
eyes silently asking for more.
She had intended to go slowly, working Rally up to more and more
pleasure as she went, but, as she kneeled looking down at her, she
couldn’t hold out any longer. She felt so close to coming just from
playing with Rally that she was almost panting, and the smell of
Rally’s pussy was beginning to tickle her nose. Misty licked her lips
as she looked down at Rally’s wet cunt: /I can’t wait anymore… I’ve
got to have a taste…\
Rally looked up at Misty in confusion. She had been still for almost a
whole minute, just kneeling and looking at her. Rally felt frustrated;
she had been teased enough to be fully aroused again, and now Misty
seemed to just be teasing her some more, only touching her with one
finger. Rally was so horny by this point that her body almost hurt;
she was about to beg the ex-con to keep going when Misty suddenly bent
down and buried her face between Rally’s legs.
"H-Hey! W-what are you – ah!" Rally managed to blurt out before her
voice again shot up in pleasure.
Misty placed a quick kiss on the wet slit of Rally’s pussy and then
pushed her tongue in deep, penetrating the moist lips with ease. She
heard Rally barely stifle a scream of pleasure and felt her inner
muscles squeeze her invading tongue as it probed deeper into her. The
taste and smell seemed to dominate her senses, the juices covering her
face from nose to chin going unnoticed as she kept trying to get her
tongue in deeper, almost intoxicated by lust. One of her hands slid
over Rally’s taut stomach, her fingers moving through Rally’s pubic
hair and between the lips of her pussy, feeling for the small bump of
her clit until her fingers touched the wet nub. She heard Rally’s
voice crack slightly as her finger begin to move, and she could feel a
gush of juices inside of her as she began to rub her clit in time with
her licks.
Rally was so far gone that she could barely tell what was happening,
the waves of pleasure coming from her groin seeming to wash over her
almost continuously now. A new sensation cut through the euphoria, and
she blinked, about to try and speak before the feeling of Misty’s
finger pushing into her ass caused another wave of pleasure to again
steal her voice. It was not a very pleasurable sensation in itself,
but it seemed to add an extra edge to the already immense pleasure she
felt from Misty’s other ministrations, and she made no complaint. Her
moans redoubled as Misty began to pump the finger in and out of her as
she sped up her tonguing, bringing Rally towards the edge even faster
then before.
With a final shudder Rally’s body tensed, her muscles turning to bands
of steel as her back arched and her voice shot up in an unrestricted
scream of pleasure. Misty’s face was nearly doused as juice actually
squirted out of Rally’s pussy, and she continued to lap at her slit
until Rally’s body finally relaxed and fell limp.
Misty slowly drew her lips away from Rally’s sex, a thin line of juice
connecting them for a moment as she looked down at the fruits of her
work. Rally lay on her back, her chest rising and falling under the
long t-shirt, her mouth slack as she tried to catch her breath. Her
eyes slowly turned to Misty, who was sitting next to her, wiping the
last of Rally’s cum from her face.
"Well…" Misty said as she licked her fingers, "How was that?"
Rally tried to speak, but her mouth moved noiselessly for a moment
before she managed to say "G-great…"
Misty smiled and leaned down to give Rally a quick kiss on the cheek,
"I’m glad."
"How about you?" Rally asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
"Well…" said Misty slowly, her hands squeezing her knees as she sat,
"I am feeling pretty excited after that…"
After a moment of silence Rally hesitantly spoke, "Can I help?"
Misty smiled down at her, "I thought you’d never ask."
Within seconds, Misty had pulled her sweater up over her head and
dumped it on the floor, where it was joined, moments later, by her
skirt. She stood, blushing in her underwear, her pale skin appearing
even paler in the glow of the moon as Rally gazed at her. She sat up
as Misty lay beside her, and with a smile she leaned into Rally,
nuzzling up against her with the grin of a contented cat. Rally’s arm
slid around her back somewhat clumsily, holding her awkwardly as
Misty’s head lay against her breasts. Neither moved for a moment,
silence again descending over the room.
Rally found herself hugging Misty to her, resting her cheek in Misty’s
hair as she tightened her arms. Misty’s head suddenly lolled back, so
that they were looking each other in the eye for a moment before
Misty’s gently shut. Rally swallowed hard once before leaning down and
kissing her on the lips.
Both girls deepened their kiss with soft moans, tongues reaching into
each others’ mouths to twist together as Misty slowly coaxed Rally on
top of her. As the kiss ended Rally was on her hands and knees on the
couch with Misty laying under her, the two of them lost in each others
eyes as the glow of the moon became fuller around them.
Looking down at the girl below her, Rally could tell that Misty was
already very aroused. Her skin was flushed and slightly slick with
sweat, her nipples stood out from her breasts small and hard, and
liquid was already dripping onto the couch from her pussy. She felt
confused, pulled in so many directions at once that she simply had no
idea what to do, urged on by feelings she didn’t fully understand, to
do something she had no experience with. Suddenly, she felt a gentle
caress through her hair, and felt Misty guide her head down.
"Don’t worry Ral…" Misty said, her voice gentle and breathless, "I’ll
help, just go slowly until you get used to it…"
Forcing herself to relax, Rally let Misty guide her head down until
her face was pressed gently between her breasts, her cheeks burning
against the soft flesh. Rally clumsily kissed where her lips were
pressed, and felt the pressure from Misty’s hand lessen as she slowly
began kissing up her breast until her lips touched the hard nub of her
nipple.
Misty gasped and pulled her head down a bit more forcefully than she
had intended, pressing Rally’s face to her breast hard. Rally tried to
cry out at the sudden jerk from Misty, but her mouth opened only to be
pressed into the soft flesh, earning a second gasp from Misty as her
tongue happened to flick the stiff nub in the process. /She liked
that?…\ Rally thought, experimentally giving her captive nipple
another flick with her tongue and earning another gasp from Misty. /I
guess so...\
Rally began to experiment more, bringing her hand up to Misty’s other
breast as she continued to tongue the one under her mouth. Something
about the soft flesh was intoxicating to her senses, and as her hand
continued to stroke and squeeze Misty’s breast she noticed slight
differences from what she remembered of her own. /Not as firm…\ she
mused as she earned another moan from an experimental twirl of her
tongue, /but her skin feels smoother…\
Misty groaned as she felt Rally’s mouth leave her breast for a moment,
the shock of the cooler air touching the moist flesh causing a small
shiver through her body as her eyes opened. She looked down just in
time to see Rally give her breast a soft lick, letting her tongue
follow its curve before moving on. Misty had to clench her teeth to
keep from crying out, shivering first from the sensation of Rally’s
tongue, then from the small bite of cold from the cool air touching
the saliva on her skin. /No wonder Rally came so quick…\ she thought
as her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. /This is incredible… I won’t be
able to take much more…\
Rally could tell Misty was enjoying herself, but something was urging
her on to try and give her even more pleasure. She let her hand move
from Misty’s breast, giving it one last squeeze before it did, and
down her side. She let her finger tips drag gently over Misty’s hip as
it moved to her inner thigh, and she could feel her body tensing
underneath her as her fingers moved up until they touched the wet
lips.
A gasp escaped Misty’s lips as her eyes half-opened, a small shudder
passing through her as Rally’s fingers gently toyed with her. She felt
like she was riding the crest of the wave just before it crashed with
each clumsy movement of Rally’s hand, only barely holding out against
the impending explosion only moments away, when, suddenly, the wave
crashed.
Just as Rally pushed her index finger into the knuckle she heard Misty
barely muffle a scream as her body convulsed. Rally felt her finger
suddenly squeezed by the slippery walls which surrounded it as a small
gush of wetness soaked it. Rally blinked a few times as she drew her
finger out of Misty’s soaked pussy, looking at it in the moonlight as
Misty lay panting for breath. Remembering what Misty had done to her
Rally hesitantly licked her wet finger, and although the taste was
little more then slightly salty it was somehow more subtly erotic then
she could put into words, and she sucked her finger clean as she
watched Misty’s eyes open and look back up at her.
Rally leaned down and they kissed again, their tongues dueling eagerly
as their bodies rubbed against one another’s. Misty had already
recovered her breath, and was about to try and move her hand down to
Rally’s pussy again when a hand stopped hers; Misty looked up at Rally
in confusion as she drew out of the kiss and looked down at her with a
smile.
"Two to one isn’t really fair is it?" said Rally somewhat nervously
but with a kind smile.
Misty started to speak, but her mouth closed in silence, her only
answer a small nod.
Rally lowered her head again and kissed her on the lips, pulling back
before Misty could pull her in any deeper. She started kissing her way
down Misty’s body, first her chin, then her neck, then her collar
bone, slowly moving between her breasts as she traced a line downward.
Rally paused for a moment at Misty’s navel, giving it a quick lick
before continuing down until her chin touched the soft hair over
Misty’s sex, where she stopped and lifted her head.
She swallowed hard as she looked down at Misty’s pussy, only inches
from her face, dripping with juice and overwhelming her with a subtle
smell. Her face lowered at a painfully slow pace, until her extended
tongue gave the slippery lips a small lick. The taste was interesting,
somehow beyond description. She began to lick more eagerly, slowly
moving in closer as she listened to Misy’s moans and felt herself
responding, until her tongue finally entered Misty sex.
Almost instantly Misty’s hips lifted, urging Rally in farther as she
felt the walls of Misty’s pussy contract around her probing tongue.
Rally felt quite lost at first, merely licking blindly in hopes of
doing something right, but as she listened to Misty’s moans she was
able to figure out what worked best, and before long she was eating
Misty out with at least a reasonable semblance of skill.
This increase in proficiency did not go unnoticed by Misty as she
struggled vainly to keep quiet. /Just a little more…\ she thought as
her hand helped stifle another cry of pleasure, /almost there…\. As
she felt herself nearing orgasm, she suddenly reached down and grabbed
Rally’s head, pulling it in hard as she felt herself go over the edge.
A few drops of Misty’s juice dribbled down Rally’s chin as she felt
Misty’s body slowly relax underneath her, and she somewhat awkwardly
stopped licking, slowly pulling her head away. Misty lay with her eyes
closed, her mouth curled in a perfectly contented smile as the rising
and falling of her chest began to slow. Rally stood up slowly, feeling
out the unsteadiness in her legs before looking back down at Misty,
who lay still, looking up at her.
"Thanks…" said Misty after a long pause, her eyes seeming to glow in
the light of the moon.
Rally blushed and smiled, but could think of nothing better to say
then "You’re welcome."
Misty’s eyes trailed over to the window, where only the edge of the
moon could still be seen. "I guess…" she said, back to stuttering, "I
guess that we really can’t stay like this…"
"I guess not," said Rally. "It might come as a bit of a shock to May."
Her addition came with a slight grin.
Misty smiled at the thought. "Oh well, I guess I can wait for a
while…" she said as she stood up and gave Rally a hug.
"Um… Misty…" Rally blushed as she gently but firmly pulled away from
the hug, "As much as I’d like to… we really should try and get some
rest… separately…"
A frown crossed Misty’s face for a moment, but it soon passed. "I
guess you’re right…" she frowned grudgingly.
Rally stroked her cheek before leaning in and giving her a quick kiss,
"Don’t worry. I really do love you, really. I, well… I just need some
time to really sort things out. Okay?"
Misty sighed, but a small smile crept onto her face despite it. "All
right."
"Good," Rally smiled. "Now I’m going to bed, are you going to be okay
down here?"
"I think so," said Misty as she looked around. "It’s warm; plus, it’s
only a few hours until dawn anyway."
"Well, there’s a small blanket draped over the chair in the corner.
You can grab it if you need it."
"Okay. Thanks."
Misty blew Rally a kiss just as she looked back from the foot of the
stairs, and Rally smiled, lifting the hand unburdened with her
clothing up to blow her a kiss back. Misty slipped on her clothing
again before curling up on the couch and breathing in deeply, tasting
the warm night air as the moon finally passed out of her view through
the window, covering her again in shadow.
With a yawn and one last stretch, she fell asleep, thoughts of Rally
dancing through her head as she drifted off.
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I will never write another lesbian lemon again, unless held at
gunpoint. At least with a guy and a girl you can say "he" and "she",
"his" and "her", with a lesbian fic it just doesn’t work that way.
(Grumble grumble) Ah well, hope you enjoyed the fic, it took long
enough.
Rally: (Walking up with a towel around her neck) Hey, have you seen
May?
Not really, why?
Rally: I’ve been looking all over for her, she’s nowhere to be found.
Misty: (voice from off-screen) She was complaining earlier about being
left out of the script, I’ll bet she left to go find Ken.
Rally: Figures…
Misty: (Voice still coming from off-stage) Well, I’m out of here, you
coming Ral?
Rally: Yah, lets go.
What about me?
Rally: You stay here and clean the couch.
(Grumble grumble)
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