By Amanda Sage
TV14
Short Disclaimer: If you have a problem with same-sex relationships (or the GLBT community in general), don't read the story. You really won't be happy, I won't be happy, and who needs all that.
Okay, I looked it up and this story is rated TV14 for intense sexual situations and suggestive dialogue. I looked it up and since I don't go into any specific detail about anything that could make it TVMA, I didn't make it that rating. That seems to be on par with shows I watch with both more and less sexually explicit scenes, so I think this should be ok
Tenshi fumbled for her keys in her pocket. Of course, they were buried under her wallet. Nothing was ever easy� at least not today.
All she wanted was to go to bed. She was tired and hungry, and just the tiniest bit irritable. She had gone out this morning ready to buy that better-that-perfect dress she had seen for what seemed like forever in the window of the dress shop she passed everyday before school. Naturally, now that she finally had a day free to work on wedding stuff, the dress was gone. "Sold yesterday," the shopkeeper had said. Inwardly she groaned at the memory. She shouldn't have been so crushed; it wasn't like she didn't have almost a year to find a new one. But now that she had already lost that dress, she wouldn't feel safe until she knew she could find a suitable replacement. So instead of doing the million other things she had planned on doing today, she had gone in search of another dress. But nothing was as good as the beautiful one from the window. And for her wedding, she wanted the best.
After all, Neko deserved the best.
But that dress was gone, and now Tenshi'd probably have to show up before her perfect groom in a less than perfect dress. And to top it all off, she hadn't been able to do the other things she promised Neko she'd do this weekend, which meant she got to do it all over again tomorrow.
"I so deserve some chocolate for what I went through today."
She turned the knob as she fit the key into the lock. But even before she unlocked the door, it opened.
Tenshi groaned. *Great, I forgot to lock it! Watch as my computer and TV are gone!*
She cautiously entered the apartment, checking for anything that could be amiss. Seeing nothing out of order, she relaxed a little. At least, she had that going for her.
Actually, she suddenly realized, there was something out of order. She didn't remember leaving that suit on that chair. Tenshi picked up the jacket and examined it. She wondered if her okaa-san had brought it over and left it for Neko. It seemed to be missing the shirt and bowtie, but those items were easily procured. Sometimes she really regretted not being the one in a tux for this wedding. Neko had it easy!
She supposed she should really hang up the tuxedo, but she really didn't want to bother with it right now. Now she just wanted to go to bed and forget today ever happened. Maybe tomorrow would be better.
She folded the jacket up and put her stuff down on top of it before making her way to the bedroom. But when she reached the doorway, she stopped dead in her tracks.
Lounging across her bed was a gorgeous girl with long emerald green hair, wearing nothing more than the button-down shirt that went with the tux, its top two buttons undone. The tall, thin beauty twirled the missing bowtie around in a circle, allowing it to wrap and then unwrap itself around her finger.
Tenshi gawked at her. "Wh- what are you doing here?" she asked, feeling like a dork from her lack of eloquence.
Her unexpected guest smiled at her slyly. "Surprised to see me?" she asked, not really expecting an answer. Tenshi continued to stare silently. "Isn't that why you gave me a set of keys?"
Perhaps, a little more self-aware with Tenshi's eyes continuously on her, the trespasser sat up, crossing her bare legs as she hung them over the edge of Tenshi's bed. "I wanted to show you the tuxedo I got." She giggled. "But I seem to have misplaced the rest of it."
"It's in the other room," Tenshi informed her.
She stood up, the dress shirt just barely long enough to adequately cover her underwear, Tenshi noticed. She strutted over to Tenshi, saying, "If you'd like�," she draped the bowtie across the back of Tenshi's neck and used it to pull her closer to her, "�you could help me put it back on� or you could help me take the rest off."
Totally forgetting how exhausted she was, Tenshi took the beauty in her arms and kissed her. "I think I prefer the latter suggestion," she told her fianc�e.
"I thought you might," Neko said, carelessly tossing away the bowtie before kissing Tenshi back.
Tenshi unbuttoned the third button down on Neko's shirt and pulled the shirt back off of Neko's shoulders. Distracted by the newly exposed skin, she drew a line of kisses across it, starting at the shoulder and following the line of Neko's neck. Neko didn't protest, moving her head to the side to allow Tenshi easier access to her neck.
Tenshi met her lips and ran a finger down the path she had just traced with her kisses, as if smoothing it out so the rest of Neko's skin could share it. Her finger caught Neko's bra strap and pulled it off her shoulder.
Neko didn't seem to mind. Rather than resist Tenshi's advances, she pulled Tenshi's shirt over her head and mirrored them. They both knew that the other wouldn't mind, having made similar moves before. They longed for each other's bodies, but had always been able to stop just before they had gone past the point of escaping their lust. Yet they kept pushing it, mostly at Neko's encouragement, which was good because Tenshi never would've taken it this far on her own. She didn't quite trust herself to initiate the passion and not go too fast for Neko. But, surprisingly, her seemingly shy girlfriend was the one who took the initiative when they were fooling around. It was Neko who usually pushed the barrier just a little farther than the last time. And it was Neko who now pulled Tenshi onto the bed as they continued building the fire between them.
As their passion burned even hotter for each other, Tenshi felt the almost uncontrollable urge to take Neko right then and there. She had felt longing for other girls before, but nothing compared to what she felt for Neko. It was as if her entire being cried out for her to have contact with Neko, to be as intimate as possible, to that point of the two of them almost becoming as one. She felt a piece of that every time they touched, but it was magnified many times greater at moments like now, when they couldn't keep their hands off each other. She wondered if Neko felt the same internal yearning for her.
As if answering Tenshi's unasked question, Neko moaned, "I want to make love to you."
"Then take me, Koneko," Tenshi beseeched her. "Take me."
