Author’s Note: My one and only yuri fic (I actually like the genre but there’s little material available online), written because I merely wanted to expand my boundary. Despite the little story I have in this, it’s mostly PWP. And yes, as the dates indicate below, it actually took me that long to finish this story, but what can you do with muses that are completely random inspiration wise?
[Written on and off between January 15th of 2004 to August 7th of 2005]
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“For what is Key”
The reports sat on her desk, piled up oh so neatly, bearing the usual marks that required her to read through the papers, approve them and then send them out to the next person in the office chain, in all likeliness someone from the records department to file them where they belonged, however Naomi Eddison’s hands did not come forward and sweep the first report off of the pile. Instead, the young woman’s eyes took in her office, a medium sized space of four walls, with few items decorating the space except the absolute necessary: a small refrigerator holding a few soda pop cans, and her remains from lunch earlier in the day.
A nameplate set on her desk corner, usually covered with whatever someone brought in for her, a simple twelve-month calendar though marked with important dates in Naomi’s near unreadable script, and last but not least, a small package near the pile of reports, wrapped in gift wrap bearing bright colors, and her name on a decorative label underneath the black bow in the center of the package. A birthday present, though how the woman had known her birthday, Naomi knew not, could not even fathom why Victoria (a flash of the woman smiling widely, brightly saying “call me Vicky”) Anderson would care enough to buy her superior a birthday present.
And give it to her so happily, almost on the edge of giddy to Naomi, then with a parting wave of hands, shuttling out of the office, high-heels smacking against the floor loudly, Victoria humming quietly to herself, though Naomi doubted the woman had been aware of it. Ignoring the voice in the back of her head that said she shouldn’t, the long raven-haired woman propped her feet onto the desk, leaning back in her chair until becoming quite comfortable.
Naomi did not think about what anyone would think upon coming upon her, given most of the office workers had left a little after five, back to their homes wherever they be, to recuperate from work, and life in general. Had the woman had anyone awaiting her at her apartment, she would done the same, but her career had prevented her from seeking a relationship out, and truthfully, Naomi hadn’t given human companionship much thought.
It had always been herself and her ambitions, the thought of someone shattering them with a little comfort and words disconcerted her, and thus, as the years passed back, and her ambition had overcome numerous obstacles (life was like that), Naomi found herself a being of twenty-five years of age with little more than a cat to keep her company on the nights when she escaped from the confines of work.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive, she’d been asked out and hit upon by both men and women but never accepted such invitations or rose to the occasion as it were. Hazel eyes, weight a little over one hundred twenty five, height that of six feet, chest over average size, but Naomi cared little for her appearance, and only attended to it closely when the circumstances called for such a thing. Also, given her preferences when it came to matters of attraction; it would been a bit more difficult than normal to work her way through the steps required to get into the position she was today.For Naomi preferred women to men, clearly evident by her choice of partners in small flings, trifling activities to pass the time, and experiences in the past (a night in the backseat of a car, eager hands climbing all over her person, squeezing when they should be caressing, hot mouth panting above her rarely meeting her mouth, then tolerance for the man’s actions gave out and a knee was put into action, effectively distracting him long enough for Naomi to gather her clothes and walk home) that had shaped her preferences though she gave them little thought.
Which brought her to this point, eyeing Victoria’s present with more than enough wariness, curiosity and hesitation before she reached out, and begun to unwrap the package, finding a clean white box, and then she slowly lifted the lid from said box, a flash of gold glinting in the overhead light above her before Naomi realized it was a key, shaped as it would be, jagged at the edges. Narrowing her brow, the woman blinked inquisitively, wondering just what hole the key fit before a slight shuffling near the closed office door made her look up, catching a flash of red hair.
Think of the devil and he shall come to you. Or in this case, she, Naomi thought to herself as she came onto her feet and opened the door quietly, finding Victoria hunched in a nearby corner, smiling sheepishly, face flushed, yet looking all too proud of herself. Her subordinate was not unattractive, what with medium length flame-colored hair, dark blue eyes, a tall frame of five foot eight, jutting hipbones evident even under clothing, and long pale legs partially hidden by the woman’s short black skirt.
Come to think of it, Naomi admitted to herself, whenever Victoria had passed by the office, her eyes had always followed, drinking in the sight, then dropping down, disappointed such eye candy had continued on, unknowing of such brief admiration. A strong, slightly husky voice slipped out, asking lightly but the words carried importance nonetheless.
“You opened it, didn’t it?” Victoria’s question brought up confusion at first then curiosity as to why it was so imperative Naomi approved of her gift, and suddenly, her voice came out, gruff, irritated, slightly angered by such an unnecessary inquiry.
“Of course, I opened it; what else would I do with it, throw it out?” The slight wince of Victoria’s part went unnoticed, as Naomi continued on, giving voice to the thoughts that had plagued her upon coming onto the contents of the box. “What hole does the key fit, by the way? I haven’t the foggiest idea what your intentions are by giving me such a thing.”
“When I was first hired here, I told myself I would concentrate on my work and nothing else, but then I met you and every task I was given became harder to do, because I came to respect you greatly, and then like you as a person, strong as you were, but then I started liking you much more, and- god, you must think I’m a rambling idiot but I’m quite sure I lo-“
Naomi had been content when Victoria had come to explain herself but halfway through, when it become evident that the woman’s admiration went beyond the call of duty, her hand came to cover Victoria’s mouth so swiftly, Naomi was sure she had startled her. In her mind, the raven-haired woman thought the matter over, deciding it wasn’t so bad to have someone care for her, but Naomi did not promise anything would come of it. At least, that’s what she told herself as she kneeled before Victoria.
Drawing her hand back, Naomi met her subordinate’s gaze, weighing the sincerity within it, before nodding, mostly to herself, that Victoria had been very serious in her revelation and as such, should be rewarded for her courage accordingly. It was wide, almost petrified eyes that met her own when Naomi leaned forward and kissed Victoria but as the raven-haired woman watched, Victoria calmed and closed her eyes, responding hesitantly, most likely unsure of what would motivate her superior to further action.
She smoked. Naomi had not known this, but the slight hint of tobacco in the woman’s mouth told her so, along with the fact Victoria had eaten chocolate recently, which flavored the meeting of mouths very much so, and almost made Naomi grin, as she quite enjoyed the taste. It was Victoria’s hands undoing her braided hair that made Naomi pull back, breathing heavily, eyes half-lidded and well aware her hands on her subordinate’s legs revealed much.
When her hair fell across her shoulders and to both sides of her face, Victoria smiled, twisting a strand of Naomi’s hair gently before speaking, her tone hushed, with a thread of relief. “I didn’t know what you liked, so that’s why I didn’t tell you so when I realized my feelings went deeper than I had originally thought. But now that I know you won’t be offended, I think you’re beautiful, even more when you think no one is looking and that calm façade of yours slips.
“I don’t care if you change your mind tomorrow, but thank you for doing this.” Naomi returned Victoria’s smile, raising a hand to enclose the one playing lightly at her hair. “You have not gone entirely from my notice, and believe me, the pleasure is all mine, though I do think we should move into my office before this goes any further. Wouldn’t want anyone to come upon something scandalous, right?” Naomi said the last with a wink, and as Victoria laughed, the raven-haired woman stood and offered a hand to her subordinate.
The woman accepted the hand and nearly brimming with excitement, pulled Naomi into her office, stealing a brief kiss, biting Naomi’s lower lip gently as she did so, before sitting the pleased Naomi into her chair, and then with a mischievous grin Victoria moved to occupy the space the chair had vacated, pulling her superior’s chair close, settling an arm around Naomi’s waist.“What are you doing?” The raven-haired woman asked, a bit wary of what Victoria intended but almost looking forward to what actions the woman would do, given the brief caress of fingernails down her inner thigh that made her shiver for a moment then writhe as Victoria repeated the action, pressing all the harder with her nails until it was just this side of painful. Feeling her breath waver dangerously, Naomi extended a hand until it rested atop Victoria’s hair, treading her fingers slowly through the dark red locks, loving the feel of the silky hair through her hand.
A sharp pinch dangerously close to the underside of her knee reminded Naomi of Victoria settled between her legs, and letting out a soft sigh, her subordinate continued, caressing here and there, experimenting to see what effected Naomi the most, when her hands curved over the woman’s left calf, Naomi shivered, and feeling her mouth twist into a evil grin, Victoria knelt down, replacing her hands with her mouth, licking and nipping when it seemed appropriate, relishing in the matter in which Naomi arched her back, breathy little pants escaping the raven-haired woman.
Giving one last nip to her left calf, Victoria repeated her performance on the other calf, nearly purring when she had finished for Naomi’s restraint had left her, her face flushed, eyes half-lidded, blind with pleasure, hair sticking lightly to the back of her neck, completely undone. Shifting, Victoria straightened herself, and standing briefly, settled herself in Naomi’s lap, unable to resist kissing her, pressing ever harder when Naomi’s arms settled around Victoria’s waist and pulled her closer, allowing the younger woman to fully explore her mouth.
Hands roaming, Victoria slowly undid Naomi’s jacket, letting her hand play about the raven-haired woman’s chest, brushing certain areas repeatedly in an attempt to undo Naomi even more, when the jacket had fallen to the floor, Victoria ran a hand down the line of buttons, and Naomi’s dress shirt fell the way of the jacket, attention focused completely on the nearly naked chest before her.
“Are we having fun yet?” Victoria asked lowly, pulling away briefly from the lure of Naomi’s mouth, gratified when it took the woman two attempts to speak, and even then, Naomi’s voice was strained, with an undercurrent of anger her partner had taken the time to interrupt such happenings with words. “Do…you even have to ask?” Laughing, Victoria rewarded Naomi by leaning forward and nibbling on her ears, taking the time to lavish the shell of the each ear with the attention it deserved.
Pulling her tongue away, Victoria shifted her gaze to Naomi’s neck, eyeing the soft tan skin in anticipation; so far Naomi’s body had been more than accommodating, and as Victoria settled her mouth firmly on the skin just above the collar bone, she wondered if Naomi would recoil if she accidentally touched upon an area the woman preferred be left alone. Quickly putting the thought aside, Victoria bit down lightly, resisting the attempt to grin wider when Naomi writhed beneath her, hips nearly bucking upwards when Victoria bit harder, stopping just short of drawing blood.
Working the bite mark until it would surely show into the next few days, the redhead leaned back, kissing Naomi briefly, resisting the slight come-hither motion of the raven-haired woman’s mouth as it parted, wet, swollen and bruised with kisses. Victoria waved a finger accusingly, and slid underneath Naomi’s desk once again, dragging fingernails up the woman’s inner thighs as she jacked the skirt up until it allowed her the view she had been truly awaiting, looking oh so primed and ready, Victoria slid a finger over the damp material covering Naomi’s crotch, her grin turning smug as Naomi cried out above her.
Nipping the inside of an inner thigh, Victoria suddenly found her breath coming faster, she’d never imagined Naomi would have accepted her so calmly, and allow her to touch her beyond the press of a hand on a shoulder, or any other friendly gesture, and now the woman was moaning out loud in abandon, completely at the mercy of Victoria and Victoria alone, heady with the knowledge of it all, Victoria took a moment for herself before pulling at the panties on Naomi’s body, and fast finding aid, quickly threw the panties aside, turning her gaze to the wet quivering flesh before her.
Brushing her hands on the woman’s inner thighs, slowly spreading legs farther apart, Victoria wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter, and mouth pressed tightly against Naomi’s core, she licked, nibbled, sucked, putting to use every method she had learned in her brief life, spurred on by the near mewling sounds Naomi was unknowingly making, her hands tangling in Victoria’s hair; soon enough, all the tension in the raven-haired woman’s body was stretched taut, and aware just a small movement would push Naomi over the edge, Victoria ran her fingernails over Naomi’s thighs, and plunged her tongue particularly deep all at once.
The response was instantaneous, as Naomi let out a long strangled cry, head thrown back against the chair, body bucking before finally settling into minutely shudders, and still riding out the orgasm, as red and black streamers ate across her vision, Naomi twitched once before finally settling, crumpling into the chair, meeting Victoria’s Cheshire cat smile from across her lower body. Leaning forward, the redhead pressed a light kiss on Naomi’s mouth, and tasted herself on the woman’s lips, almost lazily Naomi kissed back, still feeling entirely too boneless to pull Victoria forward, though she wished to.
She compromised by asking the redhead to sit on the desk before her, and still in good spirits, Victoria complied with a light salute, and though she must have been strained herself body wise, the woman commented not, apparently content with how the circumstances had gone. Finding her mouth settle into a grin easily, Naomi righted her clothes as much as she could then stood, her whole body completely relaxed, and her grin fast growing wider, Naomi took hold of Victoria’s hand and made for the parking garage to suite.
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Muttering lightly, Naomi slid her arm further underneath her pillow, and settling herself fully let out a sigh as her eyes fluttered open, staring for more than a few moments at the bare back that rested upon the other side of her queen-sized bed, then as the events of the previous night came rushing back, Naomi smiled and abandoning her pillow snuggled closer to Victoria. Once they arrived at her apartment, Naomi had returned all the affection she had received, and then some, only allowing sleep once all had been sated.
While Naomi did not feel as strongly for Victoria as the redhead did her, she was sure something would come of their sudden confluence, lust aside, after all Naomi had been taking notice of Victoria often in the past, surely there was more than just mere attraction? Thinking back on the object that had started everything, Naomi started and looked about the bedroom, breathing a sigh of relief when the small familiar box rested on the nightstand near to her.
Silently thanking Victoria as she must have grabbed hold of it on their way out, Naomi lifted the box lid and fingered the key, turning over in her fingers, jumping when a hand came to cover her own, meeting Victoria’s sober gaze, Naomi looked pointedly at the object in their mostly joined hands. “You inquired about it yesterday, but its purpose is simple. It opened the door, Naomi, nothing more. But for that, I’ll be forever grateful…now, come back to bed.”
Furrowing her brow lightly, Naomi regarded Victoria in silence for a moment before laying the key lightly on the nightstand and resituated herself on the bed, Victoria settling herself firmly against Naomi’s side. Once her partner’s breathing had slowed, Naomi pressed her body closer against Victoria’s, and resting her chin slightly on the woman’s head, Naomi whispered lowly, “I won’t change my mind tomorrow.”
FINI
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