Miranda awoke the next day by the method she liked the least; the blinding morning sun shining directly into her eyes making it impossible to stay in bed. With a grumble she lowered her head in an attempt to go back to sleep, only to hear a loud -thunk!- as her forehead knocked against something at least as hard as it was. With a quiet curse the courier opened her eyes and suddenly remembered where she was. Before her was Misty, until seconds before dozing contentedly in her arms only to be awaked by an unexpected collision. "Oh, well good morning to you too," commented Misty wryly, rubbing her forehead and opening one eye. "Sorry," replied Miranda, brushing her lover's hair out of her eye and kissing her on the forehead, "I don't usually don't hurt people to wake them up." "That's alright," assured Misty, snuggling closer and closing her eyes again, "We only have a few minutes left any way." "Oh?" inquired Miranda, her arms giving Misty a gentle hug to alleviate her sudden need to do so. Misty nodded, opening her eyes again as she listened to the quiet sounds coming from the rest of the building. "Listen," she whispered as the sound of arguing voices carried from down the hall and through the door to Misty's bedroom, "It's like that every morning." For several minutes, the two lied quietly, listening to the sounds of the three sisters arguing over some trivial matter. Violet's voice was easiest to make out, not necessarily being the loudest, but certainly the most authoritative. The argument seemed to be going in her favor, which was no surprise to Misty, as the eldest of the sisters was also the most manipulative. Lily seemed to be the one doing most of the arguing, however, being Violet's main rival and contender for 'head of the family'. Daisy, though, was the least vocal of the terrible trio, seeming to only interject when things got too out of hand or when she really had something important to say. "They'll stop when we go out there," commented Misty, stretching out but feeling no actual desire to get out of bed. "I know," said Miranda with a nod, feeling a touch guilty as she realized that the three sisters were arguing about who'd left a mess in the kitchen the night before. "We might as well get this over with then," Misty grumbled before noticing the look that crossed her lover's face, "Hey, what's wrong?" Miranda shrugged, her gaze a little distant. "This is what I've always hated about staying at other people's places," she explained with a weak smile, her glaze moving to catch Misty's, "Every morning it seems like their arguing about something I did." "No, it's alright," assured Misty, brushing Miranda's bangs out of her eyes, "They're always this way, and we might as well put a stop to it right now." "As you wish," agreed Miranda with a smile, kissing Misty lightly on the nose before reluctantly tossing back the blankets and shivering against the sudden chill. "Say, do you think they'll remember you?" asked Misty with an amused grin as she rifled through the pile of clothing the two had left beside the bed. "Only one way to find out," chuckled Miranda, reaching onto the night stand for her glasses, "If not, I'll just as Violet how Gary's doing." "Do it anyway," laughed Misty, standing up to get dressed, "But seriously, let's hurry. I'd just like to get this over with..." *** "Misty!" came the ringing chorus of happy voices that oozed all the insincerity of a scripted greeting as the two stepped into the living room. "Oh, like we're sooo happy that you're awake!" commented Violet, gliding across the room with open arms, "Welcome home!" "Hey," inquired Lily, looking over her sister's shoulder, "Who's your friend?" "You guys remember Miranda, don't you?" asked Misty, accepting a sisterly hug that was almost choreographed in it's pretentiousness. "Hey, like I remember you," laughed Daisy, getting out of the comfortable chair she'd taken refuge in, "Like your dratini totally annihilated my shellder last time you were here for a badge battle!" Miranda smiled, bowing her head to hide her amusement. "Yes," she said softly, "Just try using an ice attack next time, okay?" "Oh!" exclaimed Violet, here eyes gleaming darkly as she turned to face the courier, "You were that girl who came here with that guy from Pallet... What was his name again, Lily?" "I- I'm sure I can't remember," stammered her sister, her face turning almost as red as her hair. Violet smirked and held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you again," she said with a smile that almost seemed predatory, showing far more teeth than was necessary, "Sorry about us being a little disorganized today, but as always our thoughtless little sister just dropped in unexpectedly." "Like, yeah," added Lily as Misty glared at the both of them and Miranda gritted her teeth, not wanted to seem like an ungracious guest, "And she didn't even tell us she was bringing a guest!" "Stop it!" exclaimed Misty angrily; clenching her fists as she almost growled out her words, "I absolutely hate it when you talk about me like I'm not even in the room!" "Like, take a chill pill, little sister," commented Lily, seemingly offended even as Miranda slipped her fingers through Misty's and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Yeah," added Daisy, shaking her head in mock disbelief, "We were just trying to make your guest feel totally welcome." "Then I thank you all for your hospitality," said Miranda, biting back the sudden urge to put the three spoilt brats in their place, and keeping her voice surprisingly level, "But if you'd like, I'm sure we could find other accommodations." "Oh! No, no, no!" assured Violet with a laugh, waving her hands before her enthusiastically, "Please feel free to stay as long as you want. I'm sure we can find an extra cot in storage for you to sleep on in the future, though. I'm sure Misty's floor was extremely uncomfortable-" "Actually," interrupted Misty, a wide grin crossing her face as she saw the expressions on her siblings faces change subtly, "We simply shared my bed. It's a little cramped, but we're used to sleeping fairly close together. Now then, I'd like to see my pokemon if you don't mind." Miranda clenched her teeth and tightened her facial muscles to keep from laughing as she glanced at Misty. 'Such a brave, wonderful person she is,' thought the courier as a feeling of pride filtered through her amusement, 'How can I not lover you?' "Hold on," assured Daisy, collecting her wits first and taking the opportunity to leave the room, heading down the hall, "I'll just go fetch your starmie from the aquarium!" "So you're both become very close friends then?" inquired Violet, turning around and walking towards the door to the gym area below to hide her expression. "Very close," assured Misty, grinning to hide her embarrassment, but still enjoying the effect it was having on her sibling, "Miranda's really turned my life around." "I see," commented Lily, picking up a tall glass from an end table and taking a long sip as Misty took hold of Miranda's arm and leaned against her happily, "Well, like congratulations then." "Yes," added the eldest of the Cerulean sisters, her voice wavering ever so slightly as she slid open the door, pausing at the threshold, "Congratulations..." "Here we go!" exclaimed Daisy, bounding back into the living room wielding a dripping wet pokeball, "One starmie, as promised!" "Oh good!" laughed Misty, releasing Miranda and grabbing the pokeball, practically yanking her sister's hand off in the process. "Oh! I've missed you sooo much!" the trainer told the pokemon within as she held it against her cheek and smiled contentedly, "But I'll never leave you again, I promise!" "Like, it's just an overgrown starfish," sneered Violet before taking the opportunity to stomp off down the stairs. "Strange," commented Miranda to the now empty doorway, "I thought you guys liked water-types." "Oh, we do," assured Lily, chuckling nervously, "It's just that Misty's starmie won't really listen to anyone but her." "Can you blame her?" chuckled Misty, cutting short her happy reunion as her other two siblings made their way to the door. "I can't," assured Miranda, taking Misty's hand again and giving it a squeeze. "You're only saying that because you're in love with me," chuckled Misty, raising their joined hands to her lips and giving Miranda's a fingers a quick kiss before leading her from the room, "Now come on, I want you to meet my two long lost pokemon." *** At Misty's command, the pokeball sprang open and her starmie materialized within the calm waters of the Olympic sized swimming pool next to her overjoyed looking horsea. "Miss me, guys?" the trainer laughed, leaning forward and smiling happily at the pokemon. "Is there any doubt?" inquired Miranda in amusement as the two water-types called out their agreement. "I'm so glad you did, even if I missed you more," said Misty with smile she couldn't suppress before motioning to Miranda, "But I think it's time you two meet my friend here." "Hi," the courier replied simply, smiling a little as she gave a short wave, "I'm Miranda, but I think you'd like my friend Umi more." "Hey, good point," chuckled Misty as Miranda held out a pokeball that was black on top and gray on the bottom and activated the release mechanism, "Hey wait! That's not-!" There was a surprised sound from the cloud of dark smoke that materialized from the ball, and a shriek of panic from Misty's horsea as Wraith collected himself and stared down at the water curiously. "Gaaa?" he inquired, swiveling to face Miranda with a questioning look. "Oops! Sorry," apologized Miranda with a hint of amusement at the way Misty's sisters suddenly went into a controlled panic, "I wasn't paying attention..." The courier held out the ball once more, intent on returning the ghost, not noticing the rather odd noise the nearly terrified horsea made before a blob of something dark wet and sticky flew in Wraith's direction. "Gassst!" the ghost exclaimed in alarm, throwing up a shall telekinetic barrier as the blast hit, harmlessly deflecting most of the horsea's ink-jet attack but sending one blob of oily, black ooze sailing towards his trainer. "Ahh!" exclaimed Miranda, dropping her pokeball in surprise as she found a rather large, and particularly cold wet stain form on her shirt. "Miranda!" yelped Misty, turning to help, but pausing as she saw how little damage had been done, instead turning bravely towards the gastly. "You!" she scolded, collecting all her courage to chastise the little ghost, "You're supposed to protect your trainer, not humiliate her!" "Wra..." pouted Wraith, looking downcast and fading into invisibility even as he floated over to his trainer and nuzzled her shoulder. "It's okay," laughed Miranda as Misty's sisters hurried over, "I'm fine. I've had worse things happen to my clothing." "I'm, like, sure we can lend you something to replace it," offered Lily, suddenly taking a step back as Miranda reached out with her hand and petted something that didn't appear to be there. "And you can take a quick bath before that stuff stains your skin," added Violet a little too hastily as Miranda whispered a few reassuring words to her saddened, invisible gastly. "Thanks," the woman replied glancing at Misty, "I take it you'd like to bond for a while?" Her lover nodded with an amused smile. "Yeah, and I'd like to borrow Umi too if I could," she replied, kneeling down to pet her horsea reassuringly, "But I'll join you next time." Miranda chuckled quietly and nodded before returning Wraith and actually looking carefully at the second pokeball with its blue and white colour combination. "Alright, Umi," she called as the dratini's ball snapped open and sent out its curious luminescence, "time to make some new friends!" The serpent appeared a short distance above the water, but dove in happily without missing a beat. A moment later she popped her head out near the edge of the pool and looked up at Miranda imploringly. "Dra?" inquired Umi hopefully. "No, sorry, dear," her trainer replied with a sad smile, "Maybe next time. But I'm sure Misty'll go swimming with you while I'm gone." "Now then," asked Miranda, turning towards Violet, you said I could take a quick bath?" "Ah yes, this way," the woman explained with a conniving glance in Misty's direction, "I'll arrange something to put on when she's done, like okay?" "Have fun," commented Misty giving a small, sad wave as Miranda was lead off, causing her to wonder what horrors awaited her, "We'll miss you!" "If I'm not back in an day, you can keep Umi," the courier chuckled as Misty laughed at the comment and the little dragon let out a long sad sound as her trainer followed Violet up the long flight of stairs... *** The room illuminated automatically as Miranda slid the door open and entered, filling the room with soft light. "Gee," she commented, noticing not only the raised dais upon which the sunken bathtub rested, but also the expansive dressing table, crowded with every conceivable beauty product on the planet, and equipped with a large mirror surrounded by clear round light bulbs, "They really take this stuff seriously!" With a chuckle, Miranda walked up the tiled steps to where the bathtub dwelt. It seemed deep enough to fully submerse herself in, and spacious enough to hold at least another person comfortably. The waterspout was designed in the shape of a seadra, the two faucets on either side turning easily to expel a combination of hot and cold water into the tub. "I should have known," the woman commented with a smile as her the water ran between her fingers, the temperature near perfect, "In a city obsessed with water, you can always bathe comfortably." Miranda shook her hand dry and walked to the dressing table, noticing the small bench that had been pushed underneath it. "Well, that'll take a while," she commented to her reflection, reaching under to pull out the padded bench and sat herself in front of the mirror, "Might as well take my time." With a gentle push against the far wall with her feet, Miranda moved the seat back a bit further and spun around to face the bath as she disrobed. "I really should be more careful," she muttered to herself, holding out the front of her shirt and shaking her head at the ink stain, "I just hope Umi's okay out there." After removing her shirt, Miranda hung it on a small hook on the side of the dressing table to dry and went about detaching the three pokeballs from her belt. "But what to do with you two trouble makers?" she inquired in a maternal tone before setting the two occupied and one empty ball down on the table behind her, "Naw, unleashing Wraith into their computer system and Nezumi into their kitchen would be mean." She then stood up and undid her pants so that they could fall to the floor at her feet, before undoing her necklace and setting it carefully on the counter beside the pokeballs. "Ah, freedom," chuckled Miranda, stretching out her arms, rotating her shoulder muscles before pulling down her undergarments and taking a good look at what the not-so sensational Cerulean Sisters considered bathroom necessities. "'Serene Seel Bubble Bath'," read Miranda aloud as she picked up the first bottle she found, "I guess that's not such a bad idea. Oh, and 'Happy Jynx Hair Care'? Um, maybe not." Miranda picked up the second bottle and shook her head in dismay. "I'm glad Lavender Town isn't this bad," she commented, finally settling on a bottle of shampoo that didn't have a cheesy marketing ploy, "I can see it now, 'Gengar Toothpaste! Keeps your teeth as white as a corpse, or your money back! Oh well..." The courier turned her attention back to the filling bathtub and was pleased to find it nearly done, the waterspout doing its job rather efficiently. So, with only a moment's hesitation, she uncorked the bottle of bubble bath and moved to drop in a small amount. As promised on the label, thick suds immediately erupted from the churning waters, and by the time the tub was nearly full, Miranda began to wonder if she'd over done it. "Good enough," she commented, shutting off the water and stepping carefully into the pleasantly warm water, prepared to enjoy the first real bath she'd had in weeks. As she settled in, the warm water already taking its soothing toll on her wary muscles and the suds making pleasant little crackling/popping noises, Miranda closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. "Showers just can't compare to this," the courier whispered to herself, casually slipping off her glasses and putting them on the edge of the tub before holding her breath and sliding beneath the calm waters. Once submerged, the ambient sounds of the Cerulean City Gym banished from her ears, and only the warm caress of the gently moving water filled her senses. Within seconds Miranda felt all her tension drift away. With a small smile, she folded her legs into a sitting position, allowing herself to float to the surface once she neared the limit of her stamina. The cooler air that touched her face felt like a welcome morning kiss as she broke the thin membrane of water-tension, and the fresh oxygen that filled her lungs seemed sweet. "Misty," she whispered absently, feeling a subtle longing lurking quietly in the back of her mind, "I love you..." Leaning her head back against gently curved rim of the tub, Miranda let her mind wander. With a small sigh of contentment, she lifted her knees once more, but not enough for them to leave the water's warm comfort. 'Mmm, this is nice,' the woman thought wistfully, brushing her dark wet hair over her ears with both hands before slowly dragging her fingers downward, gently caressing the tension from her neck. In her mind, Miranda imagined the touch was Misty's. Her lover's hands slowly weaving their way downward, pausing only to gently cup her breasts and brush her fingers teasingly across Miranda's nipples. "Like that..." she breathed, taking both nipples between her fingers and imagining Misty's pretty face leaning forward to tease Miranda with little kisses as she ran her fingers downward, gently tugging at them while whispering words of adoration. Miranda let out a long slow breath; her head tilting to one side as she brought her hands down lower, giving in to her body's sudden need. "Maybe I should save this passion for the real you," Miranda chuckled quietly, biting her lip as her fingers slid lower "Or maybe not..." The courier held her breath as her fingertips teased her labia before both hands moved out to trace the length of her thighs, causing Miranda to shiver despite the warmth of the water. Miranda's inner thighs had always been a pleasurable weakness when caressed in the correct manner, and now she wished it were her lover's touch upon them, not her own. "I need you, dearest," said Miranda so quietly she barely even heard her own words, and as she brought a hand up to her breast to tease herself further, Miranda conjured an image in her mind of her beloved. She imagined a spacious room, whose far off walls and ceiling were enshrouded by both shadows and veils of coloured silk. The lighting was dim, provided candles whose flames somehow failed to burn anything but the wax, and cast strange shadows about the expansive room. The shadows themselves seemed to flit about, impatient for what was to come, intent on quietly observing. From somewhere, hidden behind thin walls whose colours ranged through all the spectrums of blue and purple, music played. It was soft, crossing Celtic and classical in a unity so perfect it rivaled the love Misty and Miranda felt for each other. As Miranda approached the center of the room, the silken veils parted to allow her passage, obeying her unspoken command as she stepped barefoot across the marble floor that, strewn with rose petals. The courier closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet scent of the dying petals, and feeling the soft caress of the loose fitting robes she wore. The light material could have been silk, yet it clung to her more like solidified ephemera as she moved, trailing out behind the woman with every step, revealing the length of Miranda's legs as she walked. When at last she had reached her destination Miranda paused, spreading her arms wide and leaning her head back with a contented smile. "All this is for your benefit, my dearest love," Miranda said aloud, leaning her head forward and opening her eyes as she heard the quiet sound of Misty's breathing. What she then saw, made Miranda shiver, and almost laugh out loud as a way to release the sudden desire that flooded her senses even as the music reached a minor crescendo. Misty stood with her back to Miranda, her arms to her sides, her head held high and her orangish hair tied up, revealing her slender, ever so tempting neck. The only garment that she wore, however, was a long, loosely fitting robe of white silk that was so thin Miranda could just make out tantalizing, yet shadowy glimpses of Misty's body beneath. "Don't be afraid," Miranda whispered, walking up behind Misty and speaking directly into her ear, "I love you far too much to ever hurt you." The girl nodded slowly, but was otherwise silent. Her only sounds the quiet moan she let out as Miranda's hands rested upon her strong shoulders for a moment before running down her back, the courier's skilled fingers seeking out the tension in Misty's muscles. As her lover leaned back in response to Miranda's touch, her hands moving slowly up and down her back, she rested her head against Miranda's chest and smiled up at her. "I love you," sighed Misty as Miranda's hands moved downward, taking her firm bottom in both hands and squeezing gently, causing Misty's eyes to flutter shut, and her voice to falter. "I know," Miranda soothed, bowing her head to kiss Misty upon the forehead with as much subtle passion as she could muster, "and I hope to one day find all the right words to tell you how much I love you in return. But for now, just relax. I have so much to show you..." Misty smiled, sighing contentedly as she leaned her head forward to hide her sudden blush, giving Miranda ample opportunity to kiss the back of her neck, and run her hands up over the swell of Misty's hips, across her stomach, until finally reaching the gentle rise of her lover's breasts. Although soft silk lay in a thin barrier between Miranda's hands and her lover's skin, the woman didn't mind. The gentle rustle of the fabric was just noticeable on the edge of her hearing, but the firm, but her tactile sense was very much in tune with the toned curves of Misty's body beneath her fingers. The way Misty caught her breath as her head leaned to one side adding yet another inviting aspect to the girl's allure as Miranda traced a line of slow kisses across her neck, up to her ear. "What good are my hands?" whispered Miranda rhetorically in the tone she used for quiet recital as her fingers gently caressed Misty's breasts through the translucent fabric, "If cannot hold you safe in my arms?" Misty shivered, clenching her fists unconsciously as Miranda ran the tip of her tongue with excruciating slowness along the curve of her lover's earlobe. "And what use do my lips serve?" she questioned, giving Misty's hardening nipples a gentle squeeze before running her hands up to her shoulders and back down her arms, "If I can never know the joy of your kisses?" "Then just hold, my dearest love," came Misty's whispered reply as Miranda's fingers slipped through her own, carefully lifting Misty's arms above her head, "Let not the past besiege the walls of our passion, let no other come between us." Miranda could feel Misty shiver as she reached past the girl's hands and took hold of two conveniently dangling lengths of silk. One was of a deep blue colour, the other simply of lavender. "And taste my love upon your lips whenever you so desire," continued Misty, her soft, beautiful voice quavering slightly as Miranda loosely bound her wrists with the silken binds, "Trace them across my skin, use them to provoke my desire, use them to taste the sweet ambrosia of my passion. Just always be my dearest Miri..." "Always," promised Miranda, running her hands back down Misty's arms, which were now held out at comfortable angles, making her only seem helpless as Miranda's fingers pushed the sleeves of Misty's garment down her arms to her shoulders. Miranda then took a step back, smiling at her handiwork with a touch of amusement as she pulled a length of white silk from within her own flowing robes and held it at its ends. "You can easily break free," the woman's voice echoed through Misty's mind as the length of white silk came from behind and covered her eyes, "Those wonderful, soft hands of yours could easily slip free of these loose knots I've bound your wrists with." "Why would I want to escape your love?" replied Misty, her voice a sounding a little sad at the prospect before becoming a coy chuckle as she said, "When I can finally know what it's like to have someone whose love comes without condition?" Miranda smiled as she tied the silken blindfold loosely behind her lover's head, covering Misty's eyes before playfully running her fingernails the girl's back as she followed them with kisses. Finally, though, as Miranda's fingers moved across the gentle rise of Misty's bottom, she knelt down behind her lover, and let her hands drop the rest of the way down. "Because of my past? Because of yours?" answered Miranda, trying to keep her tone serious, but not succeeding as her fingers touched Misty's calves causing her to gasp, Misty's lithe body shivering at the touch, "Because you have dreams to chase down? And I have a job to do?" Misty had to catch her breath as Miranda's hands pushed the fabric of her gown up as they slowly, appreciatively moved up her legs. "Never," promised Misty, her fingers wrapping around the lengths of silk that so loosely bound her wrists and pulling at them to no avail, "If I were to loose you, who would I have to hold me on the coldest nights? Who would I have to share the joy of my victories with? Who would I have to make love with...?" Miranda closed her eyes, sighing contentedly as she listened to her beloved's words. All the while her hands traveled higher, occasionally sliding back down over the wonderfully toned muscles of Misty's calves before moving higher, and soliciting a small gasping moan. "No one who would care for you as deeply as I," Miranda agreed, sliding her hands around the front of Misty's thighs, gently caressing the smooth skin as she maneuvered her head underneath the dangling robe, "And besides. No one else who knows just how to touch you." Misty's reply was stifled by the sudden chill that ran up her spine. Miranda's lips touched her inner thigh, kissing her playfully before moving across to the other. The woman then glanced up and smiled as she moved slowly upward towards Misty's womanhood. "I want you so much that nothing else has meaning," added Miranda, pausing to teasingly run the tip of her tongue a short distance up Misty's inner thigh, "I feel as though I've been poisoned by my desire for you, and the only cure is the taste of your sweet ambrosia." Her lover inhaled sharply as Miranda's hands slid up her thighs, carrying the hem of the thin robe ever higher, until the courier's fingers slid appreciatively across the gentle rising curve of Misty's bottom. With little gasps of anticipation, followed small moans of longing, Misty staggered slightly, standing with her legs slightly apart as she felt the tip of Miranda's tongue touch her womanhood, tasting Misty's infinite desire. As Miranda's tongue ran slowly between Misty's labia, she push her bottom out invitingly, trying to position herself to Miranda both more room to maneuver, and a better view. In response, it was all that Miranda could do to not just slide her tongue deeper and simply suckle forth the moisture that formed in response to her touch. The sounds Misty was making, combined with her own desire causing Miranda's body to quiver as she slowly lapped at Misty's labia, patiently teasing her beloved to orgasm. "P-please," came Misty's breathless response as Miranda switched to using the flat of her tongue, still not penetrating, nor going near her lover's clit which was surely yearning to be touched, "Don't tease me so." "Am I teasing you, my love?" responded Miranda, unable to banish the smile from her lips as she leisurely drew her tongue back and gave Misty's firm bottom an appraising squeeze, "I could always stop, and leave you alone if you'd like." "Don't you dare-!" gasped out Misty, both laughing and shouting out her joy at the same time as Miranda's tongue finally slid inside her, and the courier's lips covering her labia. Misty threw her head back, crying out in her elation. The soft, warm caress of Miranda's tongue upon her inner folds causing her whole body to convulse as she neared orgasm. She could feel the knowing touch of Miranda's hands, now moving slowly up her back, pushing gently against her muscles in just the right places to relieve the tension she herself was causing. Misty could hear the quiet, approving sounds Miranda made as the woman went about her work, relentlessly suckling against Misty's labia as her tongue moved about inside her. Finally, as Misty felt as though she could take no more, she felt Miranda pull away and nearly cried as the cooler air touched her where once there had only been her lover's warmth. "Wha-?" stammered Misty, only to hear Miranda's quiet chuckle, and a low rustling as the silken garment she wore came magically apart, falling from her shoulders and pooling at her feet in a pile of tattered silk as Miranda stood and walked around to the front. "We're not finished yet, my love," came the sound of the courier's voice, coupled with the quiet licking of her lips followed by Miranda's arms around Misty and a passionate kiss. Miranda had slipped her own garment off, and slid her now bare arms around Misty's naked body before moving in close to kiss her. The girl's lips quivered as they touched, but were quite more than willing. Miranda shivered unconsciously as she hugged Misty tightly, tilting her head to one side and sliding her tongue past Misty's slightly parted lips. Again Miranda was delighted to find her lover so willing to indulge her, yet she knew that the poor girl needed release. The brewing orgasm had been brought to an end all too soon, but Miranda's need to kiss her lover had been too great. "I just love you so much," she whispered, pulling away from the equally breathless Misty, smiling at her lover's appearance. Though she was near helplessly bound, unable to see, there still the delightful self-confidence and complete trust in Miranda that made the woman fall in love with Misty all over again. Miranda then had to smile as Misty leaned her head forward, playfully nipping at the air between them as though to capture Miranda's kisses. "You, you can't leave me yet," replied Misty, an equally playful smile crossing her face even as her voice sounded pleading, "I still need you..." "And I shall always need you, my love" assured Miranda, stepping back as she slid her hands around to the front where they came to rest just under the pleasant handfuls Misty's breasts, "Just be patient for a moment longer." Misty nodded slowly, quietly accepting one final kiss upon the lips before Miranda traced a line of them down her neck, every so often giving the her sensitive skin a gentle nibble. All the while, Miranda's hands moved upward, her fingers fanning out to cup the gentle rise of Misty's breasts before caressing them lovingly. "I love you," Miranda whispered again, just loud enough for Misty to hear over the quiet music as she kissed her way back down to the same level as her hands. Misty's only reply was a nod as she began breathing though her mouth, reaching out with one leg in a desperate attempt to touch Miranda in the way her hands longed to, as Miranda's hands slid across Misty's soft skin, around to her back as she pushed her bosom forward invitingly. And without a second thought, Miranda gladly accepted the offer. Before her Misty's breasts seemed to be longing for her touch, even as her caressing fingers played across the sensitive skin. And as Miranda moved her hands aside, she could see how Misty's hardened nipples seemed to ache to be suckled. As her hands traced their way across her lover's skin and her fingers scratched lightly down Misty's back, Miranda's slow, patient tongue made careful circles around each of the girl's nipples in turn before she gave one breast a playful kiss, and slowly brought a portion of it into her mouth. Misty reacted with a visible shiver as she bit her lip her head fell to one side as her mind swam so close to compete euphoria. As Miranda's tongue played across the captured portion of her breast, flicking her nipple playfully before cautious teeth gave it a gentle nibble, Misty released her grip on her binds, letting herself hang limply. She then sighed deeply, leaning into Miranda who gladly supported her weight, kissing her way to the other breast and repeating the process before slowly sliding downwards. "And now to finish what I started," promised Miranda, crouching down and dragging her parted lips across Misty's stomach as her fingers pressed against the girl's back, tracing long lines down to her bottom once again. "Please don't tease me," replied Misty dreamily, smiling as Miranda's hands slid playfully across her bottom before behind Misty's legs and lifting them off the ground. Misty gasped, half expecting the silken cords to snap, but they gave no protest, even as her thighs were placed comfortably upon Miranda's shoulders, and the courier supported her weight without a problem. "I shall not, my love," Miranda assured, kissing one of Misty's inner thighs passionately, and causing her lover's fingers to curl unconsciously as her body reacted to what was to come, "But I will take my time." "Please hurry," Misty panted, gritting her teeth against the sensation that was building up inside of her as she leaned back, smiling, as she pulled against the unbreakable silken binds and found that they didn't so much as tighten against her wrists. "You cannot rush an artist," teased Miranda, her hands pushing against Misty's bottom so that her face was closer to her goal, "And patience is half a virtue." As she ran her tongue across Misty's inner thigh, bringing it tantalizingly close to her lover's womanhood, Misty's legs pushed against Miranda's ears, drowning out most of the outside world. All that Miranda's could hear as her tongue slid up the line between Misty's labia were the muffled sounds her beloved's gasps and little exclamations, coupled with the faint sound of her pulse. Trapped as she was, Miranda couldn't help smile inwardly at the irony her imagination had woven. Both lovers trapped by the other, both unwilling to do the one thing that would set them both free. But it was a comforting feeling, knowing that neither would willingly let the other go. Finally, though, as she imagined licking Misty's clit in the quick, deliberate lapping motions she knew would push her lover over the brink, Miranda felt herself let go as well. 'This is how it should be,' she thought wistfully just before the feeling hit her, banishing all coherent thought, 'both of us sharing this feeling together...' *** Violet paused before the closed bathroom door, a few towels and some of her old clothes bundled in her arms. 'I have such a strange family,' she muttered, about to slide the door open with her foot when a sound caught her ear. An amused grin traced its way across the woman's face as she leaned her ear against the thin wooden door. "Ohh!" Violet whispered to herself, listening to the occasional splashes of water, and the quiet sounds of Miranda's uneven breathing, "Like, I totally thought so!" With a gleam of mischief in her eye, Misty's eldest sister set down her burden and slid the door open ever so slightly. Through the narrow opening, Violet could see Miranda a short distance away. She had slid down a ways into the warm water, and what was left of the bubbles conspired to obscure Violet's view, but by virtue of the movements and sounds courier made, Violet had no doubt in her mind as to what Miranda was up to. 'So this is the sort of company my little sister's been keeping,' thought Violet from the doorway mirthfully, licking her suddenly dry lips as the soft sounds filled her ears, 'This like so totally needs further investigation...' Miranda, unaware of her silent observer continued about her task. With a contented smile and a soft exclamation she brought her knees up as the feeling of ecstasy finally caressed her mind. "Misty..." she whispered quietly, leaning her head back and biting her lower lip to keep from crying out. Beneath the soapy water, two of the courier's fingers gently traced teasing paths across her labia before coming together at her clit, playfully teasing it before Miranda's middle finger moved between them to rub softly against it. The woman's body tensed as she slid her finger back and forth with almost painful slowness, urging herself forward slowly and carefully. 'I shouldn't make so much noise,' she chided herself sternly, reaching up with her free hand and giving one breast a bit of a squeeze to alleviate the sudden peculiar ache it felt, 'I can't let them hear..." From the doorway, Violet stopped the unconscious clenching of her fingers as she leaned forward, one eye closed as she peered through the barely open door. 'I wonder,' she thought wistfully, pushing her legs closer together in an attempt to alleviate the mild tingle she felt between them, 'Like if Misty knows just how much of a total perv this Miranda girl is!' Violet tried to add an extra touch of self-righteousness to her words, but hardly felt it. She could see many reasons why her sister had chosen the courier as her lover, even if Miranda was by Violet's standards a 'hick'. Even now Violet could remember the thoughtful mystery of Miranda's gray eyes. The way they could look right into a person's soul, yet reveal nothing about the woman herself. They were almost the colour storm clouds, or at least that of the quiet haze that often surrounded the mysterious tower in her hometown of Lavender. That same place had more than likely given her the 'Lavender look' people from the south often commented on. Though Miranda's skin was a touch pale, it still showed life. Almost in defiance against entropy itself, yet at the same time embracing the eerie twilight most citizens of Lavender spent their lives enduring. By the same token, Miranda's hair was the colour of murkrow's feathers, a deep blackness that reflected little light, and drew one's eyes to it like an inescapably beautiful void. And though it seemed to have a bit of a mind of its own, and needed to be kept mostly tied back save for the woman's stubborn bangs, Violet felt a tinge of envy. She knew it was more than likely that Miranda had never dyed it; she had never 'had' to spend hours taking care of her bountiful locks. Miranda's life style and small town values made her the sort who simply let it be. Occasionally hacking off the last few inches of it to keep it at vaguely the same length. But what it was a beauty that Violet had tried to find in her own hair of deepest purple, yet had never quite achieved. 'I must have her,' the woman thought almost hungrily, kneeling so that she could bunch up the front hem of her long skirt and touch herself through the unnecessarily frilly undergarment she wore, and pushed the door open a little farther, 'Misty like totally doesn't deserve such a creature.' For several long minutes, Violet spied upon Miranda, teasing moisture to her fingertips before sliding her fingers under the waistband of her unnecessarily complicated undergarments and moving one slowly between the twin rises of her labia. "It's so not fair," she whispered, dragging her middle finger back and forth until she could take it no longer, "Like, little sisters should only get 'hand-me-downs'!" Violet stopped herself from crying out as her middle finger slid up insider herself while she leaned against the doorframe for support. For one agonizing moment, she thought Miranda had heard her, and Violet's mind quickly conjured up images of the younger woman quickly sliding open the door only to stare in shock as Violet half knelt before her with one hand under her long skirt. Once the tense moment passed, however, and she realized that Miranda had merely stopped to unbind her hair, the image actually sent a small exited chill down Violet's spine. "Yes," she hissed under her breath, closing her eyes tightly as she imagined Miranda flinging the door open and standing before her naked except for the water that glistened across her skin, and the stray suds that still clung to her body, "Just like that..." Violet continued with the thought, imagining herself blushing deeply as Miranda's eyes reflected a stoic calm, yet her face held an expression of barely concealed embarrassed amusement. Without a word Miranda stared down at Violet with an almost demanding look as she glanced back up with a mixture of embarrassed desire. Violet smiled to herself as she knelt down upon the floor, pulling her skirt up in the front and leaning forward slightly in an imagined attempt to retain false modesty yet still entice her sister's lover. The gym leader further imagined herself trying to speak, desperate to offer an explanation as her fingers ruthlessly continued their task, unhindered by her predicament. "Please..." Violet said to the conjured image before her, letting the woman formulate her own opinion as to what Violet needed. Through half closed eyes, she could almost see a small smile cross Miranda's face as she watched, a gleam of satisfaction finally showing in the courier's eyes. "Continue," Violet imagined Miranda saying, her voice full of the focused confidence she remembered the woman having over two year ago when she'd first arrived at the gym, "Show me the opportunity I passed up the last time." Violet could only nod obligingly, unbuttoning the front of her blouse as her wetted fingers slid back and over her clit. "Oh-!" she exclaimed helplessly, popping a button off the garment. The image of Miranda chuckled, watching as the button skittered across the floor behind her. "No matter," the woman said in the maternal tone she reserved for her pokemon, "There are greater needs to be attended to, my dear." Violet let out a small exclamation as the courier stepped closer and brushed her deep purple hair from her eyes. "An- Anything," stammered Violet, staring up at Miranda with a sudden hungry desire that contrasted her fantasy lover's suddenly loving caress, "Anything you want..." Violet then stood up upon her shaking knees, raising her head above Miranda's waist level and kissing her stomach just above the navel. For a moment, the thought sent another envious chill thought Violet's mind. Miranda more than likely had never been on any kind of forced diet. Even with her rigorous swimming routine's Violet still had to overcome the temptations brought on by Cerulean's finer restaurants, the sweet smells of sugary snacks from the frequent Summer carnivals and the ravenous hunger she felt after hours of swimming. Yet here was a woman who's life style meant constant exercise, and often only healthy food was available in the seemingly endless expanses between human cities. But Violet pushed the thought from her mind; she was determined to enjoy the gift that chance had brought her. She imagined drawing back her hand and reaching towards Miranda with a mischievous smile. Her image of Miranda gave Violet a questioning look, but Violet merely shook her head slowly, carefully watching Miranda's expression as she slid her wetted fingers across Miranda's womanhood, pushing gently and rubbing until Miranda's body quivered and she found it hard to stand. "There we go," chuckled Violet, bringing her hand back and running one finger across her tongue provocatively, "Hm, we taste good together. It like, must be totally meant to be or something!" Violet couldn't help but smile as she dropped down a bit and moved towards Miranda's womanhood, licking her lips in anticipation as she felt fingers slide through her hair and guide her forward. "You are like, so mine..." Violet whispered, opening her mouth slightly and reaching out with her tongue, exercising every ounce of patience she could muster before- From the bathroom Violet heard a rather loud gasp, followed by an embarrassed exclamation and a splash of water. "Crud!" she cursed under her breath, opening her eyes and gritting her teeth in annoyance, "So close..." The Gym Leader shook her head, sighing as she gathered up the pile of towels and stood up. From the bathroom she could hear Miranda's movements. It was easy to tell she was embarrassed by her sudden out burst, but Violet ignored the temptation to simply walk in unannounced, even if her fantasy had been cut short. 'Oh well,' she thought, straightening out her clothes and suckling the moisture from her fingers as an after thought, 'It can't be half as good as the real thing.' Miranda turned her head to the sound of a nock at the door. "Come in," she called a touch nervously as she fumbled around for her glasses, "I'm almost done in her anyway." Violet smiled almost knowingly as she stepped quietly into the room, causing Miranda to look away and grab the bottle of shampoo she'd found. "I was just about to wash my hair, actually," she lied, quickly finding her wits as she pushed back the embarrassment. "Oh, like you're not using that brand are you?" inquired Violet with a disapproving look as she put the towels down on the counter and looked around for another bottle, "Cause it totally doesn't suit you!" "Doesn't suit me?" inquired Miranda, skeptically reading the label. Violet nodded as she walked towards the tub, a different bottle in on hand, and two folded towels in the other. "Here," she offered with some concern, "give your hair a quick rinse and sit on the edge of the tub so I can wash it for you." "Thanks," replied Miranda, thankful that her hostess either hadn't caught her or at least was polite enough not to mention it, "Just be careful, I think there may still be a bramble or two caught in it." Violet cringed at the thought of getting anything in her hair as Miranda took off her glasses and leaned forward, dunking her head and hair under for a moment. "That's better," commented Violet, setting the folded towel near the edge of the tub and watching surreptitiously as Miranda stood with her back to the older woman and sat down upon it. "This is rather nice of you, considering," said Miranda conversationally, not bothering to put her glasses back on as Violet knelt behind her on another towel. "It's like, totally not a big deal," the Gym Leader assured, adjusting her skirt so she wouldn't get them it before squirting a blob of oddly coloured liquid into her hand, "But like I just had to get away from the others for a couple of minutes." "Oh?" inquired Miranda a little suspiciously as she felt the woman's fingers attempt to bunch up her dripping hair. "Oh, like you know," explained Violet, finding the task of arranging Miranda's hair properly more difficult than she'd anticipated and needing more shampoo, "I can only take so much family reunion stuff at a time. And like my sister's so over reacting about seeing her pokemon again, it's just like, so totally weird!" "I don't think so," replied Miranda a little defensively, "If I hadn't seen one of mine in three years I know I'd overreact too. Heck, I'd probably have a pile of poetry written about how much I missed him or her. Besides, the way she's so free and uninhibited with her emotions is one of the reasons I love Misty." "You write?" inquired Violet, half surprised as she finally managed to get most of the courier's hair into one place before emptying the nearly half the bottle to lather it properly. "Yeah, since I was little," the woman admitted, self-consciously folding her arms across her chest and crossing her legs as Violet worked into a rhythm, "I guess it just wasn't important last time I was here so I just never mentioned it what with everything else that was going on." "Well, like actually," commented Violet, leaning forward a little and lowering her voice as her fingers traced paths across Miranda's scalp, "That's quite the coincidence." "Oh? Do tell?" "Well," replied Violet, a satisfied smile crossing her lips as she found an excuse to lean closer to Miranda's ear and speaking in a hushed tone, "There's a contest being sponsored by that new restaurant that's opening... 'Ces Batards De L'autre Cote De La Rue' I think it's called." Miranda nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed," the courier explained, "It's the one I dropped a delivery off to last night. Is it at the restaurant or at the fair grounds?" "The grounds," replied Violet, leaning back and smiling in satisfaction as she made slow, purposeful motions, dragging her nails as she worked in an attempt to send chills down Miranda's spine, "The grand prize is dinner for two at the restaurant." "There's an irony there," Miranda chuckled, "Looks like Misty'll get that ice-cream she wanted after all." "Say wha-?" stammered Violet, giving Miranda quizzical look as the commented caught her off balance. "Nothing," the woman chuckled, shaking her head slightly and trying not to blush, "don't worry about it. So, when is it? Where do I sign up?" Violet shrugged, suddenly cursing herself for not paying more attention when she'd head about the contest. "Like, I'm not sure, eh," she explained carefully, "But I'm sure it'll say in the paper. And like, there's likely to be fliers at the fairgrounds that'll tell you everything anyway." "Okay," said Miranda thoughtfully, "I'll be sure to check it out. But in the mean time, I guess I'll have to find a source of inspiration." A grin crossed Violet's lips as she suppressed the comment that immediately came to mind. "You know," she said, changing the subject as she unraveled the length of Miranda's now thoroughly soapy hair, "this is like, really quite amazing!" "What is?" asked Miranda, feeling a bit distracted and easily ignoring the sensation of Violet's fingers as they tried unsuccessfully to untie a few loose knots. "You're hair, it's like totally to die for!" the woman laughed in reply, holding it out to its full length with both hands. "Thanks mom," Miranda chuckled, not taking the comment completely seriously. "No, like I totally mean it," assured Violet letting Miranda's hair fall wetly against her back, "It's so long and vibrant. It's like totally the opposite of Misty's." "There's nothing wrong with your sister's hair," replied Miranda coldly, jumping immediately to her lover's defense. "But its like, totally short!" explained Violet, taking the length of Miranda's hair and forming it into a pony tail, "And the way she wears it! Yeesh! Like when was that in style?" "Being in style isn't important to myself or Misty," continued Miranda, her eyes narrowing in annoyance, refusing to be baited so, "Besides, short hair suits her. Misty has a natural beauty that shines from within, and her personal sense of style some how extenuates that." "So," inquired Violet mischievously as she tossed Miranda's hair over one shoulder and brought her lips close to the woman's neck, "You like 'tomboys' then?" "When it suits me," Miranda replied coldly with a shrug, regretting that she hadn't invited Misty to join her, and hating the feeling of Violet's hot breath upon her bare shoulder. "So what you're saying then is," Violet continued with a mischievous giggle as her fingers ran through the length of the courier's soapy hair, "Is that you've had better?" "I think that your sister's beauty stands in testament to that." Violet clenched her fingers slightly, but managed to keep her voice level. "Then perhaps someone should show you the other possibilities that life has to offer," she said in a quiet, sultry tone as she leaned forward in one final attempt at more blatant seduction. Miranda felt an unpleasantly cold shiver run down her spine as Violet's lips touched her neck. An unpleasant mixture of guilt and revulsion fought hard against the small glimmer of pleasure she gained from the gesture before pushing it back down and muting it out. "My love is taken," said Miranda coldly, carefully reaching back, "It belongs to Misty." "But like, what about your lust?" inquired Violet in a smug, sultry tone, only then noticing the way Miranda had suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair before yanking it forward. Not wanting to risk having such a generous handful of her precious commodity torn out, Violet leaned forward into the pull on instinct. Without hesitation, Miranda followed through with the movement, refusing to take pleasure in the fact that Misty's sister was willing to somersault willingly into the tub fully clothed rather than risk having a few hairs yanked out. The enormous splash of water was accompanied by a loud shriek, and Miranda had to shield her eyes from the spray as she pulled her legs out of the water. "My lust has not meaning in the face of my loyalty," the courier hissed quietly as the sound of footsteps was heard out in the hall and a thoroughly soaked Violet came up for air gasping with embarrassment and anger. "What happened?!" exclaimed Misty as she burst into the room, once more with Umi draped about her shoulders. "Your sister had a little accident," said Miranda simply, glancing sideways as Violet as she stood up and gave her soaked through clothes a look of complete embarrassment. "You okay?" inquired Lily as she entered the room just behind her sister. "I- I'm fine," Violet replied coolly, glancing at Miranda with uncertainty. "You should really be more careful," chided Lily as she grabbed one of the unused towels and held it open for her sibling. "But I feel like a drown rattata," Violet pouted, not glancing back at Miranda as she stepped out of the tub and into the warmth of the towel. "I'd watch what you say about rattata's," chuckled Misty as the dratini she held glared at the woman, her eyes swirling a dangerous combination of red and orange as she made a quiet hissing sound through her sharp, thin teeth. "It's just an expression," assured Miranda reaching out to pet Umi as Misty came closer, "Don't worry, little one, you needn't defend Nezumi's honor today." Misty laughed as the dratini slid from her shoulders and wrapped herself protectively around Miranda's arm before nuzzling against her affectionately. "Should I be jealous?" the girl inquired glancing over her shoulder as her siblings filed out of the room to find Violet some dry clothes. "Of Umi or Violet?" asked Miranda, trying to keep her tone light as she gave the little dragon's eye ridges an affectionate scratch. "Um, both?" offered Misty, turning back with an amused expression, yet her eyes mirrored concern. "Never," replied Miranda sincerely as she swung her feet down onto the bottom step before pushing herself up and stepping down onto the floor, "You know me better than that." Misty nodded, the smile slipping from her face as her eyes teared up. "I know," she said quietly, gladly accepting the embrace that Miranda immediately offered, "But you don't know what these people are like. My sisters, it's like I'm a play thing to them..." "Shh, I know, dearest," Miranda whispered into her ear as Umi slithered into the still warm water of the tub and stared back at the human's with eyes that glowed greenish with sympathy, "but there's no reason to worry. You're the only Cerulean sister that I want. The only one who's sensational in my eyes." Misty took a deep breath, inhaling the combination of Miranda's scent and the vanilla-ish flavor of the shampoo in her hair. "Just tell me you love me," she pleaded, looking up at Miranda with an expression that made the courier's heart break just to look upon her. "With all my heart," said Miranda her tone serious as she met and held her lover's gaze, "I love you Misty. And nothing, not the span of year, not even if there's a hundred thousand miles between us, and certainly not one of your sisters is going to change that. I love you so much that sometimes I feel as though I could burst... Is there nothing that I can do to assure you of this fact?" Misty lifted her arms and returned the embrace, not caring that she was getting soaking wet as she hugged Miranda back. "I'm sorry," she whispered, noticing the tears in her beloved's eyes, "I... I shouldn't be so insecure. It's not like me." "And tears aren't like me," replied Miranda, a smile coming to her lips as she saw that Misty wasn't completely distraught, "But, can you forgive me? Even if it's just for worrying you?" Misty looked thoughtful for a moment, glancing at her sibling's wet footprints across the tiled floor. "Only if you tell me the truth about what happened here," she said simply, glancing back at Miranda with a serious look that made Miranda's stomach clench almost painfully. "Even if I must run the risk of hurting you, my love?" inquired Miranda, a feeling of deep uncertainty creeping up on her. Misty nodded slowly. "I can handle it, Miranda," she assured, resting her head against her beloved's naked shoulder, "I'm stronger that I look." "I know," replied Miranda, a hint of amusemnt entering her voice, "It's one of the things that I love about you. But, if it will make you feel better, your sister... Violet, she tried to seduce me." Misty tensed, and Miranda felt a deep sense of dread overcome her. 'Here I am,' she thought mirthlessly, 'Standing naked, wet, and vulnerable in a stranger's house. And now I'm about to loose one of things that makes life worth living...' "Go on," said Misty after a moment, her voice seeming a little distant, yet still lacking malice. To Miranda, though, it sounded akin to the voice judgment. "Violet... She kissed my neck," the woman explained, tears falling from her eyes as she spoke, "She just thought it was all a game. Like somehow my love for you is just a game I'm playing... So I just reacted without thinking... I- I tossed her head first into tub." Miranda felt a horrible tension overwhelm her as she finished her story, and a dread uncertainty as Misty looked up at her questioning. "You threw her into the tub?" she inquired, a small smile budding upon her lips. Miranda nodded, a glimmer of hope finding a place in her despair. "That's... That's..." stammered Misty, starting to laugh, "That's hysterical!" "Then you're not mad?" inquired Miranda, as Misty squeezed her tightly laughing. "What?! No! Of course not!" assured Misty, leaning back with her arms around Miranda's torso, "I trust you, Miranda. And I love you." Before the courier could reply, Misty kissed her. With the gesture, Miranda felt her worry drain away, replaced by a sudden mirth as she put her arms around Misty once more. 'Thank you, Violet,' she thought in amusement, 'You've given me my inspiration...!'
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