PWP

By Seiya Kou

Rating: NC-17

Foreword:

This story, simply put, is a Seiya/Yaten slash. It takes place after the restoration of Kinmoku. If you don’t like yuri sex, you probably shouldn’t read this. Normal disclaimers apply: The characters of Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon belong to Naoko Takeuchi et all. I don’t own them. Blah blah blah.

Prologue:

It was morning on Kinmoku. Soft golden sunlight filtered through the trees, causing the blue-green leaves to practically glow. A soft breeze ruffled the edge of the lace tablecloth covering the breakfast table. As was their custom, Kakyuu's Senshi sat at the table, breaking their fast. Normally, their lovely Princess would be dining with them; however, this morning she was still in her suites sleeping. It was one of those rare luxuries she allowed herself from time to time - approximately once every six months.

Taiki, for one, was glad she wasn't there to have to put up with this morning's round of antics. Oh no. Seiya and Yaten weren't fighting. That would actually be pleasant at this point. No, this was much worse.

Seiya would stare off into the distance, obviously lost in thought. Feeling eyes on her, she would then look over at Yaten, who blushed furiously for being caught staring. Yaten, in turn, would look everywhere but at Seiya for a time. Eventually, her peridot gaze would fall on the athletic woman seated across from her, who would blush and look away - and the dance would begin anew. It was, frankly, sickening.

Taiki shut her book with an audible snap, causing the other two women at the table to jump. Carefully, she removed her glasses and folded them, glaring at her friends. "This has got to stop. Being around you two is like watching a bad soap opera - an extremely bad soap opera. Just go some where and have sex and be done with it," she snapped, her eyebrow twitching violently. As she gathered her things to leave, she noticed Seiya had turned bright red and Yaten's mouth had popped open. She snorted eloquently, spun on her heel and left.

* * *

Seiya blinked slowly, trying to comprehend what, exactly, had just happened. As the long banner of Taiki's brown tail disappeared down the path, she slowly turned her head to look at Yaten. "Well, that was abrupt."

Yaten looked at Seiya, snapped her mouth shut and blushed. "A bad soap opera?" she repeated, picking up her teacup and playing with it nervously. As if things hadn't been awkward enough. Thank you, Taiki.

"I don't know," Seiya mused, leaning back and crossing her arms behind her head in a relaxed pose. "I think we make a pretty good soap opera." Seeing Yaten's eyebrow twitch as the smaller girl took a sip of tea, she laughed. Her blue eyes twinkled mischievously as she added, "So, *do* you want to go somewhere and have sex?" Her laughter rolled across the table as Yaten almost choked on her tea.

"Bitch," Yaten snapped, coughing. She became even more annoyed since that sent Seiya into fresh peals of laughter. She set down her teacup and tried to gain her composure, her green eyes burning like fire. "I will not," she hissed, "become one of your conquests." The laughter abruptly stopped.

Seiya shot Yaten a completely baffled look. "Conquests? What conquests?"

"You know what conquests I'm talking about," the smaller woman snapped back with far more venom than she even realized she possessed. Was this jealousy?

A bird twittered in a nearby tree as Seiya scratched the hair at her temple in confusion. "Er, no. I don't."

This started one of their rapid-fire arguments.

"You flirt with everyone."

"Yeah? So? It's my nature, dumbass."

"What about Tai?"

"What about her?"

"Do you call making out in the broom closet flirting?"

"We kissed. So what?"

"That's not what I heard."

"Oh good grief. I was there. I should know."

"Fine. What about Kiani then? I was there. I walked in on you."

"Kissing her, yes. That's it."

"Your hand up her skirt was more than kissing."

"Oh it was not. My hand was on her leg, not up her skirt. Geeze."

"And Misha?"

"Oh no. Don't you DARE bring that up. It was Midsummer Festival and we were both drunk."

"And this is an excuse?"

"Well, it certainly isn't a conquest, that's for sure."

"Then what was it?"

"A fling."

"Same thing."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No. It's not."

"What's the difference?"

"A conquest means I purposefully deceive them in order to get them into bed. A fling means we have a mutual understanding."

*snort* "And that makes it any better?"

"Yes, actually. I didn't sleep with any of them, first of all. We had our interest in one another and explored it a bit. End of statement."

"Is that what you want from me? To explore your interest?"

"Yes, but not like that."

"Like what then?"

"I'm not sure. It depends on whether we kill each other or not. What do YOU want?"

"Your heart."

Seiya's jaw dropped open as Yaten slapped a hand over her mouth. Where had that come from? She could feel her ears burning as she put her head in her hands to hide her flaming red face. 'I want to die now,' Yaten wailed mentally, waiting for Seiya to laugh or make a snide remark.

Surprisingly, she did neither. Instead, Seiya considered Yaten's bowed head thoughtfully for a time. "You know very well that I've been interested in you for a long, long time. All you had to do was say something." Her voice was low, almost scratchy in her own ears.

Yaten peeked through her fingers before slowly lowering her hands. Her face, she could tell, was still a fantastic red color, but it really didn't matter anymore. She looked at Seiya for a moment, considering her words - for once. "No, actually, I didn't. You flirt with everyone, Seiya, even people you aren't interested in. How was I to know the difference?"

"I do?"

"Yes, you do."

Seiya flashed Yaten a sheepish grin. "Umm... well..."

"Yeah," Yaten snorted. "Exactly." There was a long pause as the two of them stared at one another until the silver-haired woman broke the silence. "So now what?" she asked quietly.

Seiya pushed her chair back and stood, slowly rounding the table to where Yaten sat staring up at her, silvery eyebrows raised. The taller woman extended a calloused hand, which Yaten regarded skeptically before taking. She allowed Seiya to pull her to her feet, hearing the athletic woman murmur as she did so, "Now, we find out."

Yaten's heart leapt into her throat as she looked up to see Seiya's face inches from her own. She closed her eyes and felt Seiya's lips lightly brush her own, causing her mind to reel. Such a feather soft kiss! Instinctively, she reached up and slid her arms around Seiya's neck, returning the kiss gently. She felt Seiya slide her strong arms around her waist, pulling her close. It was so strange, this feeling. Yaten had always had plenty of attention herself, but usually from boys - who interested her not one whit. She always considered herself aloof from such things, for a number of reasons. Mostly fear.

As Seiya gently broke the kiss to stare into her eyes, Yaten realized that, while she was still very afraid, she was willing to give Seiya the benefit of the doubt and trust she wouldn't break Yaten's heart.

* * *

Seiya's head spun as she looked down at Yaten's upturned face. The smaller woman's eyes were just barely open, her face flushed. Those incredibly soft lips were parted just a bit, her breath coming in small gasps. Oh, she could certainly lose herself to this one. Gods, yes. Feelings she'd kept in check for so many years burned through her; the force of them making her want to cry. As she closed her eyes to fight back the tears, she felt Yaten's lips on hers again. Pleasantly surprised, she felt the smaller woman kiss her deeply, stealing her breath away. She was instantly aware how well Yaten fit against her own form: the slender arms around her neck, the way her breasts rubbed enticingly against her own, how the curve of her hip rest nicely against her thigh. Seiya rested her hands upon Yaten's slender waist, rubbing her thumbs gently along Yaten's sides. She felt the silver-haired woman practically coo against her lips, drawing Seiya even closer, rubbing herself along Seiya's body. That’s when poor Seiya's brain started having a meltdown.

'Concentrate on the kiss. Concentrate on the kiss. Take it slow. Don't rush this. No, don't think about that. Concentrate on the kiss. Ignore her breasts rubbing up against you. That's it. Think about how warm and soft her lips are. That's great. That....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!'

Right about then was when Yaten got the bright idea to start playing with the hair at the nape of Seiya's neck. The ebony-haired girl couldn't stop the moan from escaping her lips, nor the spasm that went down her spine. It was almost as if this little silver-haired succubus knew instinctively what to do to drive Seiya's libido through the roof. Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, she instead shifted gears, sliding her hands around to Yaten's back. One hand she kept on the small of Yaten's back, and the other slid upwards, stroking her through the fabric of her emerald colored sundress. Seiya caressed the flesh the low back of the sundress left bare. 'So that's what pampered skin feels like,' she thought to herself, marveling at how soft Yaten's skin really was. It felt like warm silk. A particularly persistent thought lodged itself in Seiya's mind, and as it tended to be with her, action followed immediately on thought. Gently, she broke the kiss with Yaten, only to let her lips glide along the other woman's cheek. She nipped at Yaten's ear causing her to gasp, before slowly kissing her way down Yaten's neck. Seiya felt ten extremely sharp, well-manicured nails sink into her hair and neck almost painfully, causing her to inhale sharply. 'Oh goodie. A scratcher,' she thought to herself as her tongue darted out to flick across Yaten's neck, tasting her. She was slightly less amused as Yaten dug her fingernails in harder. 'Good thing she can heal me,' Seiya thought to herself, nipping Yaten's neck and earning herself more claw marks, 'because if this goes any further, she's going to shred me.' With that cheery thought in mind, Seiya nuzzled the soft, sensitive skin where Yaten's slender neck and shoulder joined. Just as she suspected, the moment she began to kiss the spot deeply, gently sucking Yaten's flesh, the smaller woman spasmed and began to knead Seiya's neck and shoulders like an anxious kitten. 'Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.'

"...Seiya..." Yaten gasped softly, sending chills down the taller woman's spine. OK. To hear Yaten say her name like that was worth all the claw marks in the world...

* * *

Yaten floated along in a dreamy haze, but somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that this was probably not the best place for the two of them to continue this. With much regret, she disentangled herself from Seiya - or tried to. It seemed the big leech was thoroughly enamored of her neck, not that Yaten minded. That felt really good. However, the servants would be out to clear off the breakfast plates soon, and this would look very compromising. With that thought in mind, Yaten grabbed Seiya's ponytail and gave it a quick tug.

"Hey!" Seiya protested, standing up straight to glare down at Yaten. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?"

The pitiful wail made Yaten’s lips quirk into an impish smile as she snickered. "I think, perhaps, we should move this elsewhere. Don't you?"

Seiya blinked slowly, digesting this. "Er, yeah. Do you have any place in mind?"

The impish smile spread. "Yes, actually - if you can get a hold of one of the large picnic blankets." She laughed at the puzzled look on Seiya's face and stepped out of the taller woman's arms.

A half an hour later found the pair in a secluded spot in the Western Park. A small stream bisected the park from one corner to the other, ending in a small pond. The stream itself was birthed from an underground spring, which fountained up from a thirty-foot high pile of stone. Few ever saw the waterfall springs, because it was surrounded by dense forest. However, there was apparently a small, shady grove hidden a stone’s toss from the waterfall that Yaten happened to know about. After spreading the gigantic, pale blue picnic blanket out on the ground, Seiya looked around and gave a low whistle of appreciation. "I forgot this was here," she murmured, enjoying the way the sunlight filtered through the trees.

A soft mist filled the air as the wind picked up the water as it rolled over the rocks of the waterfall. Yaten neatly kicked off her shoes at the edge of the blanket, and padded on stocking feet towards the center of the blanket. "This is one of my favorite places," she admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she knelt.

A lump formed in Seiya’s throat as she looked down at her companion. The dim light brought out the silver in Yaten’s hair, giving her an ethereal look. The smaller girl leaned on one arm, looking up at Seiya, that magnificent hair cascading down nearly bare shoulders to pool at her back. Her knees peeked out from the hem of the sundress as she knelt, waiting for Seiya to join her. The athletic woman kicked off her shoes as well, trying to walk casually to where Yaten sat. She was surprised she could hear the waterfall over the pounding of her own heart.

"Now, where were we?" Seiya murmured as she sank to her knees beside her beautiful companion, reaching out to stroke that amazing hair of hers. She saw Yaten blush again, which made her smile. It was a long standing game of theirs; Seiya trying to make the cranky Yaten blush. Never before had she looked so beautiful, Seiya thought, leaning forward to capture Yaten’s lips with her own again. To see Yaten smile like this, to see her laugh, to see her relax; it made Seiya’s heart sing with joy. Of course, now she had all new things to get her to blush about, which was even better.

Their lips met and clung. This time, their kiss was hungry, almost devouring. They were both equally surprised at the intensity behind it. Again, Yaten’s arms snaked around Seiya’s neck, pulling her close. Gently, Seiya guided Yaten on to her back, propping herself up on one arm to hover over the smaller woman as they kissed. With her free hand, she slowly stroked Yaten’s slender arm from shoulder to elbow with a feather light touch. She gasped as Yaten slid her hand under the collar of her button down shirt, caressing the flesh between her shoulder blades. Feeling the silver-haired woman chuckle against her lips, Seiya swatted her on the arm. This, of course, earned her a bite on the lip. Drawing back just enough to look into Yaten’s peridot eyes, Seiya murmured, "Brat."

"Dorkwad," Yaten retorted, kissing the end of Seiya’s nose. She grinned impishly at the sour look the black-haired girl gave her, before diving in for another kiss. ‘I could get used to this,’ Yaten thought dreamily. ‘This is very nice.’ She made a cooing noise deep in her throat as she felt Seiya’s fingers slide up and down her flank. ‘Very nice.’ Instinctively, she bent her leg at the knee, placing her foot flat on the ground, as she felt Seiya’s hand slide down her leg to gently stroke her outer thigh. The soft petting caused an unfamiliar, knotting sensation in Yaten’s lower stomach. The feeling intensified pleasantly as she felt Seiya gently slide her fingers under her skirt this time, again toying with her outer thigh.

Her heart beat like thunder as she felt something soft and hot brush against her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and was surprised as Seiya gently slid her tongue inside. Yaten felt herself blushing furiously at the intimacy, and yet she returned the gesture, letting her own tongue slide forward to mingle with Seiya’s. How hot their kiss became! Yaten’s body responded to the athletic woman’s kisses and caresses in ways she didn’t quite understand. Her blood almost seemed on fire, quickening parts of her that had been mostly dormant. It didn’t help that Seiya seemed to now be fascinated with running her fingers a little higher every moment. Her skirt was above her hip now, and the Dorkwad had just hit a ticklish spot on her waist. It was strange, the urge to squeal and moan at the same time. Instead, she slid her fingers to the front of Seiya’s collar and slowly started to unbutton her shirt.

Seiya felt this and her libido shot up another ten notches. It seemed so surreal: being in Yaten’s arms, kissing her, touching her, and slowly being undressed by her. Part of her wondered when she was going to wake up, but the feeling of Yaten’s nails piercing her skin as her hand continued its upward advance reminded her of just how real this experience was. Being this close to Yaten was like a drug; the more she got, the more she wanted. It was something she hoped to never live without again. If Yaten wanted her heart, she would give it, gladly. But first…

Seiya gently brushed the side of Yaten breast with her knuckles, waiting to see how the other woman reacted. She almost jumped out of her skin as Yaten reached up and squeezed Seiya’s breasts in response. Damn! She didn’t realize that Yaten had gotten her shirt all the way open! She was even more surprised when Yaten gently broke the kiss, only to start nuzzling Seiya’s now exposed neck. The athletic Light pulled in a shaky breath before covering Yaten’s soft breast with her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. This time, Seiya couldn’t help the yelp of pain as Yaten not only clawed her breast, but bit her hard on the neck as well. "Gently," Seiya crooned, running her thumb lightly over Yaten’s nipple, feeling it grow even harder from the attention.

"Sorry," Yaten murmured, her tongue darting out to gently caress the spot she just bit. She chuckled as she heard Seiya’s sharp intake of breath a moment before she did the same. Her eyes drifted closed as she sucked on Seiya’s neck, the touch of Seiya’s fingers toying with her nipple driving her insane. She tried to concentrate on what she was doing, to give back the same wonderful sensations she was receiving, but she found she could not. This was too new, too exhilarating for her to keep up. Instead, she lay back and looked up at Seiya breathlessly.

The black-haired woman’s mouth quirked into a grin. "Uke?" she asked, teasingly.

Yaten’s silvery eyebrow twitched. "For now," she allowed, then gasped softly as Seiya lowered her head to nuzzle Yaten’s exposed breast. She ran her fingers through Seiya’s curly, black hair, gasping again when she felt Seiya’s mouth fasten around her nipple, sucking ever so gently. Closing her eyes, she felt Seiya shift her weight to her other arm, freeing her left to lift Yaten’s dress and expose her other breast. She lost herself in the moment, for once, letting the incredible symphony of emotions run rampant through her body and soul.

Seiya spent several more delicious minutes playing with her lover’s breasts, before deciding to move things along. Her kisses made a southern migration, stopping for a moment to tease Yaten’s belly button with her tongue. She laughed as Yaten squirmed, then winced as she got bopped on the head. Making a face, she continued to kiss lower until she hit the final barrier – Yaten’s silken panties. Oh Gods, the scent of her was driving Seiya crazy. However, she looked up, waiting permission before going any further.

Yaten looked down at Seiya, her peridot eyes barely open and her face flushed with desire. "Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop," she murmured, stroking Seiya’s dark curls gently.

Seiya nodded then rolled to the side, pushing herself into a kneeling position. Yaten shot her a quizzical look until she felt Seiya take hold of her panties and tug at them slightly. Lifting her hips, Yaten freed the material long enough for Seiya to remove them completely and toss them to the side. As she did this, Yaten sat up momentarily, ridding herself of the dress, and handed it to Seiya, who added it to the rest of Yaten’s garments – or most of them. "Nice socks," Seiya teased, leaning forward to kiss Yaten, but being stopped by a firm hand on her chest. An ebony eyebrow shot up in question.

"Lose the clothes," Yaten ordered, crossing her arms over her chest and eyeing Seiya critically. "You will, sooner or later, so it might as well be sooner."

Seiya blinked and blushed at this particularly logical, but highly unromantic, line of reasoning. "What? You don’t want to undress me?" That came out a bit more petulantly than she intended.

Yaten’s smirk returned as Seiya tossed her shirt over on the pile. "Not this time, no, but maybe next time - so I can see if I can make you squirm." The look on Seiya’s face as she paused in wriggling out of her pants made Yaten laugh out loud. Talk about a gaping fish! Rolling on to her side, she watched as Seiya finally got out of the last of her clothes and smiled to herself. While not overly hormonal like Seiya, Yaten still appreciated a nice body when she saw one. She licked her lips slowly, practically aching to be touched again, as Seiya crawled back to her.

"Where were we?" Seiya asked rhetorically, rolling Yaten on to her back again so she could stretch out above her. She leaned forward, letting her bare breasts graze Yaten’s as she kissed the smaller woman. It was a brief but passionate kiss, since Seiya was more than a little eager to continue where she left off. Again she made her southward trek, feeling Yaten’s fingers tense on her shoulders as she did so. As she nuzzled the soft, silver curls, the scent of Yaten’s arousal filled her, and she licked her lips in anticipation. She held off, however, deciding to tease Yaten a bit. She moved to kiss the silken skin of Yaten’s inner thigh, tasting the point in which her leg met her hip. Seiya felt those nails dig into her shoulder and chuckled, applying a bit more pressure to make Yaten squirm a bit. Squirm she did, and whimper a bit as Seiya paid an extraordinary amount of attention to that one little spot, driving Yaten mad.

"Seiya…" The tone was almost pleading, and as fun as it would be to continue teasing Yaten, the athletic woman decided not to drag it out – this time. Instead, she gave Yaten what she wanted, gently parting the soft folds of flesh with her tongue, tasting Yaten gently. She heard the smaller woman's soft gasp as this incredible sweetness filled Seiya's mouth. How hot and wet Yaten was! Again, it struck her how completely surreal the experience seemed. Was this really Yaten who she was doing all these strange and wonderful things with? And Yaten was actually letting her? Seiya's mind careened down a thousand paths at once, but she forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand. While not nearly as experienced as Yaten gave her credit for, she had a pretty good idea of what she was doing and what she needed to do. Seiya let her tongue explore a bit, gently stroking the soft folds of flesh and letting her tongue swirl around the opening to Yaten's sheath. She listened carefully to how Yaten responded to various things she did, trying to bring as much pleasure to the smaller woman as possible. Seiya finished her explorations and began to focus her attention on the small nub of flesh she found earlier.

As she brushed her tongue lightly over the sensitive spot, she felt Yaten spasm beneath her and cry out softly. Again she did this, producing the same result. A delicious shiver ran down Seiya's spine as she continued to lavish attention on Yaten in this most intimate of kisses. She could not have anticipated how absolutely incredible this experience was so far. This act of giving was erotic, in and of itself. The taste of her, her scent, the warmth of her skin, the feel of those damn nails digging into Seiya's shoulder; all combined into this indescribable feeling. Those little cries Yaten made as she continued to lick and stroke her womanhood caused the heat in Seiya's body to grow almost unbearable.

Deciding to take this a little step further, Seiya traced the outside of Yaten's sheath with a finger while continuing to gently caress the soft bud with her tongue. Carefully, she slid that single digit inside Yaten a bit, causing the silver-haired woman to cry out. Seiya's looked up briefly to make sure she wasn't hurting Yaten and their eyes met. The smaller woman's face was flushed, her pink lips parted ever so slightly as she panted, her small breasts rising and falling as she gasped for air, and her green eyes glazed in ecstasy. No, Seiya hadn't hurt her. She withdrew her finger a bit, then pushed it forward again, trying to slide it in a bit further. Again, Yaten cried out, clenching Seiya's shoulders in her surprisingly strong hands. It became a repetitive thing, the in and out motion, Yaten's slick sheath allowing her finger in a little deeper each time. With each gentle thrust of her finger, with each flick of her tongue, Seiya knew she was bringing her partner closer to release. Yaten's cries became a little louder and higher pitched, and she began to rock her pelvis in time to each move that Seiya made. Wanting to bring this to a conclusion, Seiya sped up her movements a bit, pressing harder with each flick of her tongue and sliding deeper with each stroke of her finger.

Finally, Yaten could take no more and Seiya felt ever muscle in her partner tense. Yaten curled up slightly, her back arched, and a strangled cry tore from her lips as she came. Still, Seiya did not stop what she was doing; instead, she slowed down, trying to prolong Yaten's orgasm as much as possible. A wave of satisfaction rolled through the black-haired woman, and she had to fight the urge to smirk because she knew if Yaten saw it, she'd pound Seiya mercilessly. Instead, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then crawled up to sprawl on her side next to Yaten. Snuggling in close, she kissed Yaten's silvery temple and stroked her hair. When the other girl tried to respond, Seiya silenced her with a tender kiss.

Her own scent on Seiya's skin was strangely enticing, Yaten thought as she wound her arms around Seiya's waist, returning the kiss. She was still floating on this bit of euphoria, amazed at all she'd felt and experienced. Yaten only hoped she was able to give back to Seiya as much pleasure as she had received. The thought of doing these intimate things to Seiya made her blush and her pulse quicken. Could she really do it? She gasped as she felt Seiya's hot mouth on her neck again, sucking gently, while the black-haired girl's hands started to roam over Yaten's body once more. Yaten let her head fall back and closed her eyes, relishing the delicious feelings Seiya was drawing out from her once more. She shivered as her partner traced the outside of her earlobe with the tip of her tongue, before biting it gently. She could feel Seiya's warm breath in her ear as the other woman chuckled. "Uke?" Seiya teased, again nipping at Yaten's earlobe.

Lightning quick, Seiya found herself on her back, pinned by the smaller girl. Yaten's silvery hair hung down, framing her face and her wicked grin. "Not anymore," the petite woman said with a laugh, rubbing her pelvis seductively against Seiya's own. "Now it's your turn."

A panicked look flashed across Seiya's face as Yaten said this, making the smaller woman laugh evilly. Grinning slyly, she held Seiya's wrists firmly as she leaned forward and murmured, "Besides, it'll be something different for you, won't it, Mighty Leader?"

At that, Seiya rolled her eyes and gave an unladylike snort. "You know I hate that nickname," she grumbled petulantly.

Yaten smiled brightly as she leaned down to kiss the other woman. "Why do you think I do it?" she teased, rubbing herself against Seiya seductively as she captured the raven-haired woman's lips with her own. Yaten could have sworn she heard a purring noise coming from the woman beneath her. It sent shivers down her spine, as did the delicious feeling of Seiya's bare skin against her own. A portion of her mind rebelled, telling her what an idiot she was for getting involved with her teammate, but Yaten quickly squished it. For once in her life she was actually *happy*, damn it, and she wasn't going to ruin it this time. She knew damn well that she could have given in at any time in the past, and Seiya would have willingly and gratefully loved her. It was her own doubts and fears that had kept the raven-haired Light at bay so long. Not any more, she thought with a satisfied smirk, running her hands over Seiya's athletic body. While aware of anatomy because of her Healer's nature, this was strange to her. She wasn't exactly sure what to do.

Yaten wasn't stupid by any means, just inexperienced in such things. So, remembering what felt good to her when Seiya had touched her, she began to seek out and explore those places: touching, caressing, kissing, tasting. From the small gasps and moans Seiya was making beneath her, she must be doing something right, Yaten thought, amused and aroused again. As her fingers dipped down, she felt that strange burning in her own loins increase tenfold. For some reason, feeling the tangible evidence of Seiya's eagerness set her blood to boiling. She slid her fingers into her partner, marveling at just how slick and hot Seiya felt. The taller woman moaned Yaten's name, clutching at her with gentle strength, as the silver-haired Light slid her fingers deeper inside her lover. As she retracted them, she bit down on Seiya's nipple, just on the pleasurable side of pain, and was rewarded with another spasm and moan. Again with an inward smirk, Yaten slid her digits back inside, creating a slow, steady rhythm.

Seiya felt herself slowly dissolving, sliding down that spiral towards ecstasy. She was careful as she clutched at Yaten, not wanting to inadvertently hurt the smaller woman. It was hard, however, to concentrate on anything but the wonderful feelings Yaten was giving to her. And when the smaller woman brushed her tongue across that soft nub of flesh, tasting her, Seiya thought she would explode. Nothing could have prepared her for what that would do to her, sending her careening over the edge in a matter of heartbeats. The next thing she knew, she saw Yaten's smirking face hovering above her own. "Guh," Seiya said, approximately, having temporarily lost all motor control.

Yaten propped herself up on one elbow, sprawled lazily on top of Seiya and traced the other woman's shoulder with a fingertip. Seeing Seiya's blue eyes were still slightly glazed, she snickered. "That good?" she teased.

Finally, Seiya was able to collect her thoughts enough to focus on her lover, smugly lying atop her. She blinked, then pulled Yaten down low enough so she could kiss her thoroughly. This time it was Seiya who was smirking at Yaten's slightly dazed look. "Absolutely," the raven-haired woman purred, lightly caressing Yaten's bottom. This caused the smaller woman to squirm in the most pleasant of ways, being so close together with their legs intertwined. She was a bit surprised to hear Yaten coo a bit, and start to nuzzle the side of Seiya's neck. "Again?" the taller woman asked, flicking Yaten's ear with her tongue. The silver-haired woman gently bit the side of Seiya's neck and rubbed her lower regions against her lover eagerly in response. "Insatiable," she chuckled, only to laugh outright when Yaten purred back:

"Absolutely."

* * *

Epilogue

Morning had come again to Kinmoku. As was her custom, Taiki was already sitting at the breakfast table, reading. None of the others had arrived, but they should be shortly. Within moments, the brunette heard a familiar grumbling voice and the tread of feet on flagstones. Glancing over the top of her book, she saw Yaten and Seiya heading down the path. It seemed the silver-haired woman was in a particular pique this morning, and Seiya didn't seem to be helping matters with her usual cheery banter. Just before reaching the breakfast area, however, Seiya grabbed Yaten's arm, halting her. Then, the most unusual thing happened. As Yaten glared up at the taller woman, Seiya stilled her lips with a brief, but passionate, kiss. Taiki's mouth dropped open in surprise.

Yaten stared at Seiya for a moment, looking somewhat annoyed, then finally her face softened and she sighed before turning to head towards the breakfast table. Seeing Taiki's shocked look, she glared, daring the brunette to say something. Seiya simply shot her a grin, before sitting down opposite Yaten.

Taiki lowered her head, rest her book against her forehead, and closed her eyes, not sure whether to laugh or cry. Things were going to be very interesting around here from now on.