Cinderellas
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Cinderellas Chapter Four (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather gets chocolate covered Tims for being
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“Jubilee,
we have to talk to him!”
“We don’t,
I do.”
She had
been okay all the way home—a little shaken, sure, but not freaking or
anything—but once we got inside the house, she turned stubborn as a mule.
be there for you.”
“Why?” she
sighed.
“I’m going
to pretend you didn’t ask that…”
She looked
honestly upset for a second before she said, “You’re right.
talking to him about it will make it actually real. And if it’s real, that means I have to deal with it.”
“We.
closing around mine so tightly I could feel her ring biting into my skin.
dance doesn’t mean I don’t care about you and what you have to go through.
since the hall was empty and we were alone, “if you have to deal with it, so do
I. I’m in the same relationship, you
know.”
“I know, I
know…” She let go of my hand and
dropped her backpack, pacing around my room like a caged thing.
since the new wing had been built. Most
of us “firsters” did now, the younger students being paired or trio’d in some
scheme of the Professor’s to keep them from feeling singled out or lost or
something. I didn’t really care, so
long as I had a door that locked and room for all my stuff.
About…about!”
“Other than
everyone here, no one,” I sighed, flopping on my bed so hard it bounced.
noise that could have been a growl or scream, strangled in her throat.
“Be a
chicken and pretend like I’m with Bobby until this whole thing blows over,” she
admitted after a second of silence.
“But I don’t want to do that to you.”
“Jubilee, I
still think you need to talk to the Professor.”
She leaned
up on her elbow and pulled one of my pigtails down, snapping the elastic across
the room before reaching for the other.
“I promise I will talk to him in…one hour.”
She smiled
at me like she did not feel any worry or pain.
I knew better, though, because her eyes never lied.
“No,” she
said quietly, ducking her head to kiss me and letting her hair fall over my
face. She sometimes talked about
cutting it all off, but I’d probably cry if she did. It was like having silk draped over me, when she did that thing
with her hair. A night not long before,
she had made me giggle and gasp, letting her hair tickle my stomach and arms
and thighs… I very nearly got
distracted thinking about that again as she kissed me.
touched my face and my neck, a sure sign that she was still afraid.
slipped my hand across her back, not exactly seductive, more of a comforting
thing. She broke the kiss and rolled
onto her back, staring at my ceiling.
“Rahne?”
“Mmmm?”
“You know I
mean it when I say I love you, right? I
mean, I love you. More than anyone else…
whoever. I love you.”
“Ah…”
noise was not a good idea. “I love you,
too. I love you more than…more
than…milkshakes.”
She paused
and I was sure she was going to snap at me, but instead she laughed.
I was
caught up in her sudden giggle. I
leaned on my elbow over her and kissed her nose. “I love you more than pizza.”
She kissed
my chin. “I love you more than knee socks
with stripes.”
“Ooooh…impressive.”n
sn
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She pulled my leg across hers with her hand
behind my knee as I talked. “Let’s see…
I love you more than root beer.”
“Well,
that’s not as much as I love you. I
love you more than…than…”
“Haggis?”
“Ew!”
her face pink from giggling and her hair splayed out like that.
my throat to my collarbone to my breast, not doing much other than hold me
there. She didn’t taste like much of
anything as I kissed her, her lips and tongue against mine.
like I needed to hurry, to make her do that more and do it loudly, at
that. She took my hand and moved it
down her body, skimming her chest and stomach, pressing my palm against her
sex. As many times as we’d done this in
the short time we’d been together, I still felt that hot shaking in my belly
when I touched her, like I was doing something not forbidden but secret,
precious. Something I had better be
thankful for in case it never happened again. She felt warm and smooth under my hand and then she gasped, as my
fingers brushed against her where I knew to touch. I kissed her neck and tasted salt sweat as she parted her legs
for me, raising her hips and drawing me into her. I could feel her pulse against my lips as I kissed her neck, my
tongue against her jaw making her moan and grasp my back.
thumb and caressed her there, her shivers and barely stifled cry making me feel
like I was burning from the inside out.
I felt her grow wetter around my fingers and wanted to taste her there,
but she held me so tightly I could not move away from kissing her lips and
cheeks and throat and eyelids. She moved against my fingers and hand, making
these mewling noises that sometimes sounded like my name and sometimes like
nothing at all. I felt her tighten
around me, muscles inside squeezing my moving fingers.
hissing apology even as she sighed and murmured about more and please.
She didn’t
push me away to fix her skirt but held me to her still, her heart pounding
against me and surely mine against her.
She pushed my hair out of my eyes and looked at me so sadly I wanted to
cry. “Do I have to talk to him?”
“For me?”
“Okay.