Appearing Perfect
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X-men Comics › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,924
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Appearing Perfect
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or the universe, just perverting them for the amusement of the general populace. No money is being made. All props go to Marvel
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“Mary…”
Mariko smiled down at the woman beneath her, running her fingers over the short, fuzzy red hair on Mary’s head. Their hotel room was quiet and lit only by the moonlight streaming through the window. The bed wasn’t fancy, the room wasn’t big, and they’d discovered a few hours earlier that the television didn’t even have cable, but none of it mattered because right then, this world seemed perfect.
Mary craned her head upwards, her lips pressing to Mariko’s gently at first, only to be met with more force from the other girl. Mariko’s kiss was blistering, her hand at the back of Mary’s head to pull her closer, as if holding her this way would keep them from ever being separated again. Mary bent easily to her will, wrapping her arms around Mariko’s waist and fitting her body against her, a knee crooking up between Mariko’s legs. Both women began breathing faster, warm air brushing against each other’s cheek as they finally broke away from the kiss, panting.
“I can’t think of a single thing I’ve ever seen in any of the dimensions I’ve been to that’s any more beautiful than you are right now.”
Mary beamed, leaning forward to nuzzle her head against the crook of Mariko’s neck. She said nothing, simply held her close for another moment before her hands began to shift. One slid up Mariko’s nude back, following the dip in her back and traveling up between her shoulder blades while the other traced around the rise of her hip, sinking down between her legs. Her fingers moved directly to the warmth that seemed to be nearly pulsing in expectation. Two slipped between the folds of flesh, seeking out that ever-so important spot hidden between there and stroking it with slow, even motions.
Mariko gasped, though the sound so slow it sounded more like she’d stepped into a warm bathtub than anything else. Mary’s smile grew, fondness in her eyes as she watched her partner’s expression. Her fingers moved back and forth now, strumming at Mariko’s clitoris to draw out more pleasured sounds and expressions. Mariko’s legs trembled and she clung to Mary as the knot of pleasure in her abdomen began to tighten.
They turned over without pausing in their activities, Mary now leaning over Mariko, who lay on her back on the bed. She was gasping for breath quickly now, moans interspersed between them. As Mary moved her fingers lower to slip them inside of her lover, Mariko let out a sharp cry. Encouraged, Mary now pushed her fingers in and out, always pausing to tease at the entrance, while her thumb continued to rub against her clitoris. With each inward motion of her fingers, Mary pressed back against Mariko, grinding against the legs that had now moved to wrap around her waist.
“Mary… Oh God, Mary… just like that, just like… oh God…”
She was even speaking in time to the rhythm now, arching upwards each time Mary’s fingers dipped into her, desperate for more of the sweet friction from the other girl’s thumb or more pressure from her hips. They rocked back and forth like this for another few heartbeats until, with one final last flick of Mary’s thumb, Mariko climaxed. Her back arched, making the girl seem like a tightly-drawn bow in Mary’s hands, her legs flexing and toes curling as the small white explosion that had been building inside Mariko let loose, sending waves of pleasure throughout her sweat-slicked body. She shuddered as her body relaxed, and Mary guided her back to the bed lovingly.
Reluctantly pulling away from Mariko, Mary slipped between the sheets of the bed and moved to snuggle up beside the other girl, stretching and arm out to wrap around her and pull her closer. Mariko slowly came out of her gauzy haze, blinking her eyes as she made them focus on the image of the woman holding her so lovingly. The smile that followed was filled with as much anguish as happiness, and soon Mariko was clutching desperately at Mary, crying against her shoulder.
“No… no, this wasn’t… this was a bad idea. I shouldn’t… we shouldn’t have…”
“Shhh…”
A hand stroked Mariko’s hair, pushing it away from her neck and to one side of her face. It cradled her to the slowly growing form beside her, the flesh returning to its unnatural white state.
“I’m sorry, Mariko. I shouldn’t have agreed. I know you’re-”
“No, Morph… it was my decision. I just… you were just like her. It was so real…”
Morph turned his head to place a gentle kiss on Mariko’s forehead. “Would it help if I turned back into Spider girl for you?”
The head pressed against his shoulder shook, the muffled sobs starting to fade. “N-no… no, just hold me? Just until I fall asleep.”
“Of course…” Morph pulled the broken-hearted girl closer to himself, moving the blankets around her to tuck her into the bed more firmly. He waited, eyes closed and head leaning against Mariko’s until he heard her crying stop and her breathing slow. Only after she had fallen asleep did he whisper to her that he loved her.
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“Mary…”
Mariko smiled down at the woman beneath her, running her fingers over the short, fuzzy red hair on Mary’s head. Their hotel room was quiet and lit only by the moonlight streaming through the window. The bed wasn’t fancy, the room wasn’t big, and they’d discovered a few hours earlier that the television didn’t even have cable, but none of it mattered because right then, this world seemed perfect.
Mary craned her head upwards, her lips pressing to Mariko’s gently at first, only to be met with more force from the other girl. Mariko’s kiss was blistering, her hand at the back of Mary’s head to pull her closer, as if holding her this way would keep them from ever being separated again. Mary bent easily to her will, wrapping her arms around Mariko’s waist and fitting her body against her, a knee crooking up between Mariko’s legs. Both women began breathing faster, warm air brushing against each other’s cheek as they finally broke away from the kiss, panting.
“I can’t think of a single thing I’ve ever seen in any of the dimensions I’ve been to that’s any more beautiful than you are right now.”
Mary beamed, leaning forward to nuzzle her head against the crook of Mariko’s neck. She said nothing, simply held her close for another moment before her hands began to shift. One slid up Mariko’s nude back, following the dip in her back and traveling up between her shoulder blades while the other traced around the rise of her hip, sinking down between her legs. Her fingers moved directly to the warmth that seemed to be nearly pulsing in expectation. Two slipped between the folds of flesh, seeking out that ever-so important spot hidden between there and stroking it with slow, even motions.
Mariko gasped, though the sound so slow it sounded more like she’d stepped into a warm bathtub than anything else. Mary’s smile grew, fondness in her eyes as she watched her partner’s expression. Her fingers moved back and forth now, strumming at Mariko’s clitoris to draw out more pleasured sounds and expressions. Mariko’s legs trembled and she clung to Mary as the knot of pleasure in her abdomen began to tighten.
They turned over without pausing in their activities, Mary now leaning over Mariko, who lay on her back on the bed. She was gasping for breath quickly now, moans interspersed between them. As Mary moved her fingers lower to slip them inside of her lover, Mariko let out a sharp cry. Encouraged, Mary now pushed her fingers in and out, always pausing to tease at the entrance, while her thumb continued to rub against her clitoris. With each inward motion of her fingers, Mary pressed back against Mariko, grinding against the legs that had now moved to wrap around her waist.
“Mary… Oh God, Mary… just like that, just like… oh God…”
She was even speaking in time to the rhythm now, arching upwards each time Mary’s fingers dipped into her, desperate for more of the sweet friction from the other girl’s thumb or more pressure from her hips. They rocked back and forth like this for another few heartbeats until, with one final last flick of Mary’s thumb, Mariko climaxed. Her back arched, making the girl seem like a tightly-drawn bow in Mary’s hands, her legs flexing and toes curling as the small white explosion that had been building inside Mariko let loose, sending waves of pleasure throughout her sweat-slicked body. She shuddered as her body relaxed, and Mary guided her back to the bed lovingly.
Reluctantly pulling away from Mariko, Mary slipped between the sheets of the bed and moved to snuggle up beside the other girl, stretching and arm out to wrap around her and pull her closer. Mariko slowly came out of her gauzy haze, blinking her eyes as she made them focus on the image of the woman holding her so lovingly. The smile that followed was filled with as much anguish as happiness, and soon Mariko was clutching desperately at Mary, crying against her shoulder.
“No… no, this wasn’t… this was a bad idea. I shouldn’t… we shouldn’t have…”
“Shhh…”
A hand stroked Mariko’s hair, pushing it away from her neck and to one side of her face. It cradled her to the slowly growing form beside her, the flesh returning to its unnatural white state.
“I’m sorry, Mariko. I shouldn’t have agreed. I know you’re-”
“No, Morph… it was my decision. I just… you were just like her. It was so real…”
Morph turned his head to place a gentle kiss on Mariko’s forehead. “Would it help if I turned back into Spider girl for you?”
The head pressed against his shoulder shook, the muffled sobs starting to fade. “N-no… no, just hold me? Just until I fall asleep.”
“Of course…” Morph pulled the broken-hearted girl closer to himself, moving the blankets around her to tuck her into the bed more firmly. He waited, eyes closed and head leaning against Mariko’s until he heard her crying stop and her breathing slow. Only after she had fallen asleep did he whisper to her that he loved her.