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Mon miroir brisé	By : RedAlertRandy Category: +1 through F > Code Lyoko Views: 2239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Mon miroir bris�
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It's strange and it's probably even wrong, but it is a mutual strangeness.
Dans
un miroir brisé.
Je danse.
Je danse.
The thrill is the first thing that wracks her body as she shoves the door to her dorm shut. It comes in pleasurable waves. It is always that thought that they could be caught that makes her lock her door. Not because she fears it but because she knows she welcomes it too well and the consequences would be too severe to make it worth it for more than a moment. The second sensation is her lover's mouth against hers; it is a near mirror, as are all things about them. The differences are minute enough to play into their mutual strange fascinations.
Aelita isn't one to disappoint so she returns the kiss just as passionately, just as wholeheartedly. The roaming hands come next and in that sudden fire neither is sure whose hands first begin their gliding, feeling search. She rests her right hand on the back of her lover's neck and that is the signal. Today she will lead and she is confident that neither will be wanting before the end. As she steers her companion toward the bed she begins to subtly fight for dominance in their kissing. Before the other party is even aware, Aelita is above them, her mouth continuing its work without fail as her hands begin to seek out less innocent spots than before.
Her lover is never shy about being vocal on what she likes. The girl beneath Aelita makes no attempt to change that today and is releasing soft moans into their kiss almost immediately. Aelita can almost imagine the tingles she is sending through her lover. They don't stare into each others' eyes when she backs up. They almost never do that during sex so unlike most great lovers in the world. Their eyes are too different and this couple is one that celebrates their similarities more than anything and covet them sensually.
Their bodies are almost exactly the same in size and shape and even sensitivities. Aelita has no problem letting her hands bring her lover to a slowly growing fervor. The soft warm skin of an admittedly small breast, the warm fabric of the girl's shirt above her wandering arms and the tightening stomach muscles start Aelita's own fire with relative ease. She has to adjust a bit but the article of clothing is gone briefly after. Before she can continue her ministrations the girl beneath her is tugging her own shirt up and Aelita has to lift her arms to assist before being drawn back down into a needy kiss. Their chests press together as she fulfills the need, nay, the demand of the girl beneath her to kiss her. It is a need she shares.
“Aelita,” her lover sighs, pulling her into a tight hug.
“Taelia,” she whispers back as she places her lips right against the girl's ear.
This is a couple that covets their similarities.
Dans un miroir brisé. Je danse. Je danse.
Their mutual passions build and Aelita returns to taking charge. Her mouth needfully trails kisses down and over Taelia's chin, throat, shoulder, collarbone and finally her lips come to rest on the areola of her lover's left breast. She closes her eyes and focuses because she knows her favorite part of their foreplay is coming. Not just her's but Taelia's as well. The texture of the areola is savored for a moment, her hands resting lightly on the clenched stomach muscles of the slightly more athletic girl beneath her. She lets her lips rise and close again over the nipple, suckling at it.
The result is instant by now: her lover's sensitivity heightened by a week of need. Taelia's moan which might normally wake the whole hall is stifled by a fist in her mouth as her body jerks upward toward Aelita's waiting mouth. Aelita takes in no sight of the moment, just sound and taste and the soft citrus smell of the girl's body wash. It's the sound she adores the most from her lover.
“Mon dieu! Mon dieu!”
“Pardon?” Aelita teases before immediately tasting Taelia again.
“Mon dieu,” is all the other girl can seem to manage through her pleasure, no rebuttal forthcoming.
Oh, Taelia could moan like that all day if it would mean Aelita could hear it in the warm dark of her dorm. She pulls her lips from the breast and straddles her lover's hips to make it easier as her hands slide up, each cupping a breast lovingly more than sensually. Her eyes open then and she gazes down at her lover. Taelia's pink hair is in a style somewhere between wild and reserved and she has a lithe body that does not show signs of developing the large bosom or wide hips valued by the other girls. It was all so familiar in many ways.
Dans un miroir brisé. Je danse. Je danse.
Taelia begins to squirm every couple of seconds as Aelita's hands massage and knead the breasts beneath them. This squirming makes Aelita's core rub through her jeans against her lover's hips and it invokes her own need all the more intensely. After but a few more seconds of this she's sliding down Taelia's body and placing kisses from her throat all the way down to the exposed waistline. The texture of the girl's skin lingers on her lips as she lifts her head and pulls herself off of Taelia, kneeling on the bed beside her with silent questions.
Taelia sits up and again leans forward for a kiss one which Aelita gives wholeheartedly. Their hands roam unhindered down their mutually exposed chests and midriffs to the waistbands. It takes no time for either of them to unfasten the other's pants. With a moment's hesitation each pulls back and breaks their kiss working unabashedly to strip themselves down to nothing. Hazy with pleasure and vigor, Aelita momentarily fumbles stepping out of her panties and falls back onto the bed. Without missing a beat Taelia is there removing the offensive article of clothing. Instead of returning instantly to pleasuring the other girl or asking for the same, Aelita wraps her arms around Taelia and pulls the girl down with her.
They're like that for several minutes; pressing close together they kiss, hands no longer roaming but pressing tight against each others' back. Aelita feels her lover's knee against her own hot core and doesn't resist the urge to rub against it. Taelia shows no displeasure and instead moans lightly into their kiss at feeling the reaction. She presses her right hand against Taelia's angel bone lightly as her more outspoken lover shifts them both. Again Aelita is above Taelia letting the girl beneath her hold her weight as she begins to rub a little quicker, arousal growing. Finally she stops and sits up, pressing her arousal against her lover's right leg as she shifts.
“I need your tongue,” Taelia implores her in English. The statement is needful and almost begging and that tends to be just what Aelita likes. It's what Taelia likes when she's the one leading their little bed dance too. In this too they are similar.
Dans un miroir brisé. Je danse. Je danse.
Aelita allows her center to stay in contact with her girlfriend's leg as she slides down the body. While neither girl particularly enjoys feet in a sexual way, the feeling Aelita gets of her entrance momentarily being prodded by the large toe of Taelia's right foot sends a new wave of arousal through her. She shifts entirely so that she lays on her stomach between Taelia's opened legs, her face a mere inch from the girl's arousal. The heady smell of Taelia reaches Aelita's nose and she waits inhaling the familiar scent that she has come to associate with some of the best moments of her life. Then her tongue pushes against the lips as she draws in the taste of her lover's arousal as her eyes lift to Taelia's, uncharacteristically.
“Ouvre vos yeux,” she says, almost ordering. Open your eyes. For once this difference is worth bearing because she needs to see it, she needs to see the pleasure in Taelia's dark eyes. The pleasure that mirrors her own perfectly and watch how the pleased smile on the mouth identical to hers reaches them and causes that vaguest crinkle around them. There is no upset in Taelia's eyes or face at the order: she trusts Aelita unwaveringly.
“Mon miroir brisé,” Taelia whimpers passionately, lovingly as Aelita's tongue presses against her opening again. The green-eyed girl lets her tongue graze Taelia's clit before returning to her entrance to tease as she often can't resist. My broken mirror. Aelita loves this pet name they whisper to each other between the sheets. “Mon dieu!” Taelia is caught by surprise by the sudden contact of tongue on clitoris and can only stifle half of the exclamation with her fist in her mouth. Despite the danger, Aelita doesn't care.
And then suddenly it is as if a switch is flipped. Aelita's tongue roams in familiar patterns within and without her lover's burning center and Taelia writhes unabashedly, sometimes almost thrashing in pleasure as her right fist presses into her mouth. Taelia is constantly making noise none of them as dainty or defeated-sounding as those Aelita makes when she is in that position. They still make Aelita shake as she tastes freely of her girlfriend. Whatever Taelia is saying in whatever language, Aelita simply can't make it out through both the girl's fist and her moans so she ceases trying to hear and breaks eye contact with Taelia. She focuses intently on taste and feel, her mouth becoming coated in a mixture of Taelia's juices and her own saliva.
Once in a while she can't resist and pulls back to taste the juices around her mouth as she makes sure Taelia is watching. That drives Taelia crazy and when Aelita's tongue returns, now joined by a finger working Taelia's clit, the girl's arousal is all the more evident. She can tell by the way that Taelia's legs are flexing on either side of her and the way she is growing rigid that her orgasm is quickly approaching. This is all the more evident when she opens her eyes again to see that Taelia's fist has been replaced with her open hand pressed tight against her lips.
Aelita smiles devilishly into her lover's center and Taelia doesn't react, but continues to writhe even as Aelita pulls her mouth back and her finger slowly free of the wet heat. When both return their jobs are different. It is her hand that seeks out Taelia's opening and presses two fingers deep in before pistoning them in and out. It is her tongue that begins to play with the girl's clit, eliciting those sexy moans that drive her fucking crazy. The girl tightens up even more and Aelita pulls her hand free, replacing it with her tongue and lips, licking and sucking hungrily, greedily.
In a few seconds more it is over and as much as it seems too quick to her she is immediately full of joy as Taelia screams into her own hand and her juices spill out, coating Aelita's lips and chin and tongue. She laps hastily at it, licking her lover as clean as possible as well as cleaning her own face. She feels a hand in her hair, squeezing, lightly pulling and allows Taelia to lead her up. Taelia lets her crawl up but doesn't let go of her hair and when the two are face to face begins to rain kisses along her chin and cheeks and lips. Aelita wonders as she often does if it is just a display of affection or an attempt to taste herself on Aelita's face. Perhaps, even, it is both.
Aelita doesn't care whatever the case. It too is sexy enough to drive her mad. Taelia's right hand frees itself from her hair and both trail down Aelita's back and hips, coming to rest on her ass, squeezing tightly. Aelita moves and takes the girl's right ear into her mouth, suckling and nipping lightly. Taelia finally pulls away and the girls are face to face again.
“Bring that to me,” Taelia lustfully whispers as a finger trails across Aelita's own pussy. Aelita moves again, knowing that in no time at all she will be pressing her hand against her mouth and stifling her own scream.
In orgasm, they too are the same.
Dans un miroir brisé. Je danse. Je danse.
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A/N: So, I hope you actually enjoyed this piece. If it seems like some do, I am actually considering not only adding more chapters, but there will actually be plot. Yes, plot. I was aiming for smutty and fluffy in unison and hope I achieved it.
Now for translations, yes?
Dans un miroir brisé. - In a broken mirror. Je danse. - I dance. Mon dieu! - My God!
Ouvre vos yeux – Open your eyes!
As for Pardon? I think you can extrapolate from the English word spelled precisely like it.
Well, folks, what did you think?
Good, bad, sexy, or some combination of the three?
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