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Introducing My First Sex Fic.
Title: Haircut
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Yamato/Kouya
Many, many thanks to the glorious wordsofastory for the beta.
Author's note: There is no word for the female gentalia that works well in a sex scene. After much agonizing (seriously) deliberation, I decided to use "cunt." I'm well aware of the connotations this word holds, but I'm a firm believer in reclaiming words. I'm sorry if I offend.
“Tch, I liked this blouse,” Yamato grumbled as she bandaged the bloody wound on her arm. Bandaging injuries was annoying, but Nagisa-sensei had filled Yamato’s head with gruesome stories of infection and gangrene. If her arm fell off, she would be no use to Kouya. “Why couldn’t they have gone for the legs?” she asked brightly. “These jeans are old.”
Kouya said nothing. Her eyes were downcast.
Yamato frowned. “Kouya?”
“It’s my fault,” Kouya said quietly, voice filled with shame.
Yamato laughed. “Lighten up, it’s only a shirt. I can buy another.” She pursed her lips. “But it’s not like you to make a mistake like that. What happened?”
Kouya was silent. “My hair,” she said finally. “It got in my eyes.”
Yamato laughed long and hard. “Is that all? Well, we can fix that.” She scampered off to the bedroom, where Kouya could hear her rummaging around.
“Aha!” Yamato appeared in the doorway, holding a pair of scissors. “You just need a haircut,” she announced.
Kouya eyed Yamato and the scissors warily. “Have you ever cut someone’s hair before?”
Yamato grinned. “No, but how hard can it be?”
No opponent had ever managed to strike fear into Kouya’s heart the way a smiling, scissor-wielding Yamato did. But before she could voice any objections, Yamato had already bounded over to her. She looked so excited that Kouya couldn’t say anything.
“Sit down in that chair,” Yamato directed.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” asked Kouya, already knowing the answer.
“Definitely!” Yamato stood behind Kouya, and started to undo the buttons on her shirt.
Kouya looked up, frowning. “What are you doing?”
Yamato leaned down. “Well,” she said softly into Kouya’s ear, “you don’t want to get hair all over your shirt, do you?” She brushed her hand over Kouya’s breast. Kouya’s breath hitched, and the cool air against her skin wasn’t the only reason she shuddered. She leaned back until her head was resting against Yamato’s chest. Yamato bent down and kissed her. After not nearly long enough, Yamato pulled away. “Your hair isn’t going to cut itself,” she said.
Kouya reluctantly lifted her head, and Yamato got to work. She was noisy; the sound of the scissors was punctuated with “hm”s and “aha”s and, on one alarming occasion, an “oops!”
“What’s wrong?” Kouya asked, a hint of trepidation in her voice.
“Nothing, nothing,” Yamato reassured her lightly. “I just nicked your ear a bit. Don’t worry, it won’t scar.” Kouya swallowed a sigh, and Yamato cheerily returned to work.
“You know what’s really popular these days?” Yamato asked after a while. “Layers. You know, long in some places, short in others?”
Kouya refrained from commenting. She did not want to know. She really did not want to know.
The two girls sat in silence for a while, the quiet only interrupted by Yamato’s mutterings.
“Done!” Yamato finally exclaimed. “Wait here.” She ran to the bathroom and returned with a mirror, which she handed to Kouya. “What do you think?”
“It’s terrible,” Kouya answered bluntly. “I’ll have to get it fixed by a professional.”
Yamato pouted. “I think it’s pretty good for my first time.”
“It’s still terrible.”
Yamato looked chagrined for a minute. Then she gave a sultry smile. “What can I do to make it up to you?”
Kouya wrapped her arms around Yamato’s waist, and drew her close. Her lips captured Yamato’s, and she suppressed a whimper as Yamato’s tongue brushed against her lips ever so briefly. She began to undo the buttons of Yamato’s blouse, but was hindered as Yamato slipped her hand under Kouya’s bra.
“St-stop that,” Kouya said, panting. “I can’t…” The rest of her sentence was lost as she moaned. Yamato reluctantly pulled her hand away. Kouya undid the rest of the buttons hurriedly. Yamato cast off the blouse and pulled Kouya into her arms. She blinked and frowned when Kouya pulled away, but relaxed as Kouya took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Yamato closed and locked the door after her. She was living alone, so there was no chance of anyone walking in on them, but Yamato liked to lock the door anyway. She thought that the sex felt more illicit that way, which made it all the more alluring.
Kouya looked into Yamato’s eyes as she slipped off her skirt and flopped onto the bed. Yamato shed her jeans and sauntered over to Kouya. She sat down on the edge of the bed and took a moment to stare at her lover.
“How long are you going to make me wait?” Kouya asked, irritated.
Yamato smirked and kissed the other girl deeply. She moved her hands behind Kouya’s back to unhook her bra, and then tossed the garment aside. She closed her mouth around Kouya’s nipple, nibbling gently. Kouya bit her lip and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she looked pointedly at Yamato’s bra. “Why are you still wearing that?”
Yamato grinned and took off her bra. “Better?” she asked before she kissed Kouya again.
Kouya didn’t bother trying to answer. Instead, she reached up and cupped Yamato’s breasts. She caressed and stroked the soft, supple skin before pinching a nipple. Yamato jumped a bit at the unexpected pressure, and she retaliated by pinching Kouya’s thigh. She let her hand rest there for a moment before slipping it between Kouya’s legs. She gently massaged the inside of Kouya’s thighs, smirking as she drew a moan from the other girl.
Yamato stopped her ministrations to simply admire her lover. Kouya’s skin shone with sweat, her head was throne back, and her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath.
“Mine,” Yamato whispered. She planted kisses up and down Kouya’s stomach. “Mine, mine, mine.”
“Yes,” came Kouya’s breathy reply. “A thousand times yes.” She shuddered and arched her hips. Yamato took that as an invitation, and slipped her fingers inside Kouya. Kouya let out a gasp, and Yamato smirked. She started to move her hand slowly inside Kouya.
“Kiss me,” Kouya asked. Yamato happily complied. They tangled their tongues together, then Yamato moved away to nibble Kouya’s lips, and all the while she continued moving her hand inside her lover.
Kouya tossed her head and wrapped her arms around Yamato. “Faster,” she whispered. Yamato kissed her again. She brushed her fingers against Kouya’s clit, and smirked as Kouya writhed. She paused, and then started suddenly at the sudden pressure on her back. Kouya had sunk her nails into her back. “Don’t you dare stop,” Kouya hissed.
Yamato giggled. “Yes, mistress,” she murmured silkily. She started rubbing Kouya’s clit again. She moved on to pinching, and each mewl that escaped from Kouya made her smile grow. She withdrew her hand, but before Kouya could protest, she had moved downward, and had her tongue inside the dark haired girl.
Yamato knew it sounded silly, but she liked the way Kouya tasted. Then again, she liked everything about Kouya. She especially liked the sounds Kouya made as Yamato used her tongue to explore her lover’s body. Finally, Yamato took Kouya’s clit between her teeth and sucked. Kouya cried out, and her whole body bucked. She felt herself go limp and heavy, and thought that she might melt into the bed.
Yamato flopped down on the bed and turned toward Kouya, a wide smile on her face. “Was it good?” she asked mischievously. Kouya didn’t (couldn’t) speak, but she hoped that her panting was answer enough.
They lay like that for a while, savoring the silence and the afterglow. Then Kouya propped herself up, and positioned herself over Yamato. “Your turn,” she said with a small smile. She took one of Yamato’s nipples between her teeth, sucking gently, and sent one hand downward to caress Yamato’s thigh.
Yamato moaned and raised her hand to run her fingers through Kouya’s newly short hair. She had to stifle a giggle. Ok, she thought, the haircut was pretty terrible. All coherent thought went out the window, however, when Kouya started moving her fingers inside her, long, slow strokes, moving up and down. Yamato didn’t bother trying to hide her moan.
Kouya pulled her hand out, and started trailing her damp fingers across Yamato’s body, gently tracing nonsense patterns on the blonde girl’s stomach.
“Beautiful,” Kouya said softly. Then she brought her mouth down to the inside of Yamato’s thigh. She sucked and nipped at flesh as she brought her mouth closer to Yamato’s cunt.
Yamato’s whimpers and moans became a harsh intake of breath when she felt Kouya’s tongue inside her. Kouya’s movements were quick and sure, and she knew just where to touch Yamato.
Kouya was enjoying herself-touching, tasting, feeling. She never wanted this to end. She wanted the two of them to be like this forever. She…was rather disappointed when Yamato suddenly came with a soft moan and a shudder. Kouya marveled that anyone so boisterous could climax so quietly. She looked up and met Yamato’s eyes.
“I wasn’t finished.”
“Sorry,” said Yamato with a tired grin.
Kouya shook her head and lay down next to her lover. She sighed contentedly. “You make me feel good,” she murmured.
Yamato’s smile turned cheeky. “I’m good at that, aren’t I?”
“It’s lucky for you,” Kouya deadpanned, “because you’re terrible at cutting hair.”
“Shut up and go to sleep, Kouya.”
“All right.”
Man, would you believe that this entire thing came from me noticing that Kouya's hair is long during a flashback, but medium-short in the present? I started writing a dopey little fic to explain that...then the girls got going, and saw no reason to stop.
Title: Haircut
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Yamato/Kouya
Many, many thanks to the glorious wordsofastory for the beta.
Author's note: There is no word for the female gentalia that works well in a sex scene. After much agonizing (seriously) deliberation, I decided to use "cunt." I'm well aware of the connotations this word holds, but I'm a firm believer in reclaiming words. I'm sorry if I offend.
“Tch, I liked this blouse,” Yamato grumbled as she bandaged the bloody wound on her arm. Bandaging injuries was annoying, but Nagisa-sensei had filled Yamato’s head with gruesome stories of infection and gangrene. If her arm fell off, she would be no use to Kouya. “Why couldn’t they have gone for the legs?” she asked brightly. “These jeans are old.”
Kouya said nothing. Her eyes were downcast.
Yamato frowned. “Kouya?”
“It’s my fault,” Kouya said quietly, voice filled with shame.
Yamato laughed. “Lighten up, it’s only a shirt. I can buy another.” She pursed her lips. “But it’s not like you to make a mistake like that. What happened?”
Kouya was silent. “My hair,” she said finally. “It got in my eyes.”
Yamato laughed long and hard. “Is that all? Well, we can fix that.” She scampered off to the bedroom, where Kouya could hear her rummaging around.
“Aha!” Yamato appeared in the doorway, holding a pair of scissors. “You just need a haircut,” she announced.
Kouya eyed Yamato and the scissors warily. “Have you ever cut someone’s hair before?”
Yamato grinned. “No, but how hard can it be?”
No opponent had ever managed to strike fear into Kouya’s heart the way a smiling, scissor-wielding Yamato did. But before she could voice any objections, Yamato had already bounded over to her. She looked so excited that Kouya couldn’t say anything.
“Sit down in that chair,” Yamato directed.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” asked Kouya, already knowing the answer.
“Definitely!” Yamato stood behind Kouya, and started to undo the buttons on her shirt.
Kouya looked up, frowning. “What are you doing?”
Yamato leaned down. “Well,” she said softly into Kouya’s ear, “you don’t want to get hair all over your shirt, do you?” She brushed her hand over Kouya’s breast. Kouya’s breath hitched, and the cool air against her skin wasn’t the only reason she shuddered. She leaned back until her head was resting against Yamato’s chest. Yamato bent down and kissed her. After not nearly long enough, Yamato pulled away. “Your hair isn’t going to cut itself,” she said.
Kouya reluctantly lifted her head, and Yamato got to work. She was noisy; the sound of the scissors was punctuated with “hm”s and “aha”s and, on one alarming occasion, an “oops!”
“What’s wrong?” Kouya asked, a hint of trepidation in her voice.
“Nothing, nothing,” Yamato reassured her lightly. “I just nicked your ear a bit. Don’t worry, it won’t scar.” Kouya swallowed a sigh, and Yamato cheerily returned to work.
“You know what’s really popular these days?” Yamato asked after a while. “Layers. You know, long in some places, short in others?”
Kouya refrained from commenting. She did not want to know. She really did not want to know.
The two girls sat in silence for a while, the quiet only interrupted by Yamato’s mutterings.
“Done!” Yamato finally exclaimed. “Wait here.” She ran to the bathroom and returned with a mirror, which she handed to Kouya. “What do you think?”
“It’s terrible,” Kouya answered bluntly. “I’ll have to get it fixed by a professional.”
Yamato pouted. “I think it’s pretty good for my first time.”
“It’s still terrible.”
Yamato looked chagrined for a minute. Then she gave a sultry smile. “What can I do to make it up to you?”
Kouya wrapped her arms around Yamato’s waist, and drew her close. Her lips captured Yamato’s, and she suppressed a whimper as Yamato’s tongue brushed against her lips ever so briefly. She began to undo the buttons of Yamato’s blouse, but was hindered as Yamato slipped her hand under Kouya’s bra.
“St-stop that,” Kouya said, panting. “I can’t…” The rest of her sentence was lost as she moaned. Yamato reluctantly pulled her hand away. Kouya undid the rest of the buttons hurriedly. Yamato cast off the blouse and pulled Kouya into her arms. She blinked and frowned when Kouya pulled away, but relaxed as Kouya took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Yamato closed and locked the door after her. She was living alone, so there was no chance of anyone walking in on them, but Yamato liked to lock the door anyway. She thought that the sex felt more illicit that way, which made it all the more alluring.
Kouya looked into Yamato’s eyes as she slipped off her skirt and flopped onto the bed. Yamato shed her jeans and sauntered over to Kouya. She sat down on the edge of the bed and took a moment to stare at her lover.
“How long are you going to make me wait?” Kouya asked, irritated.
Yamato smirked and kissed the other girl deeply. She moved her hands behind Kouya’s back to unhook her bra, and then tossed the garment aside. She closed her mouth around Kouya’s nipple, nibbling gently. Kouya bit her lip and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she looked pointedly at Yamato’s bra. “Why are you still wearing that?”
Yamato grinned and took off her bra. “Better?” she asked before she kissed Kouya again.
Kouya didn’t bother trying to answer. Instead, she reached up and cupped Yamato’s breasts. She caressed and stroked the soft, supple skin before pinching a nipple. Yamato jumped a bit at the unexpected pressure, and she retaliated by pinching Kouya’s thigh. She let her hand rest there for a moment before slipping it between Kouya’s legs. She gently massaged the inside of Kouya’s thighs, smirking as she drew a moan from the other girl.
Yamato stopped her ministrations to simply admire her lover. Kouya’s skin shone with sweat, her head was throne back, and her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath.
“Mine,” Yamato whispered. She planted kisses up and down Kouya’s stomach. “Mine, mine, mine.”
“Yes,” came Kouya’s breathy reply. “A thousand times yes.” She shuddered and arched her hips. Yamato took that as an invitation, and slipped her fingers inside Kouya. Kouya let out a gasp, and Yamato smirked. She started to move her hand slowly inside Kouya.
“Kiss me,” Kouya asked. Yamato happily complied. They tangled their tongues together, then Yamato moved away to nibble Kouya’s lips, and all the while she continued moving her hand inside her lover.
Kouya tossed her head and wrapped her arms around Yamato. “Faster,” she whispered. Yamato kissed her again. She brushed her fingers against Kouya’s clit, and smirked as Kouya writhed. She paused, and then started suddenly at the sudden pressure on her back. Kouya had sunk her nails into her back. “Don’t you dare stop,” Kouya hissed.
Yamato giggled. “Yes, mistress,” she murmured silkily. She started rubbing Kouya’s clit again. She moved on to pinching, and each mewl that escaped from Kouya made her smile grow. She withdrew her hand, but before Kouya could protest, she had moved downward, and had her tongue inside the dark haired girl.
Yamato knew it sounded silly, but she liked the way Kouya tasted. Then again, she liked everything about Kouya. She especially liked the sounds Kouya made as Yamato used her tongue to explore her lover’s body. Finally, Yamato took Kouya’s clit between her teeth and sucked. Kouya cried out, and her whole body bucked. She felt herself go limp and heavy, and thought that she might melt into the bed.
Yamato flopped down on the bed and turned toward Kouya, a wide smile on her face. “Was it good?” she asked mischievously. Kouya didn’t (couldn’t) speak, but she hoped that her panting was answer enough.
They lay like that for a while, savoring the silence and the afterglow. Then Kouya propped herself up, and positioned herself over Yamato. “Your turn,” she said with a small smile. She took one of Yamato’s nipples between her teeth, sucking gently, and sent one hand downward to caress Yamato’s thigh.
Yamato moaned and raised her hand to run her fingers through Kouya’s newly short hair. She had to stifle a giggle. Ok, she thought, the haircut was pretty terrible. All coherent thought went out the window, however, when Kouya started moving her fingers inside her, long, slow strokes, moving up and down. Yamato didn’t bother trying to hide her moan.
Kouya pulled her hand out, and started trailing her damp fingers across Yamato’s body, gently tracing nonsense patterns on the blonde girl’s stomach.
“Beautiful,” Kouya said softly. Then she brought her mouth down to the inside of Yamato’s thigh. She sucked and nipped at flesh as she brought her mouth closer to Yamato’s cunt.
Yamato’s whimpers and moans became a harsh intake of breath when she felt Kouya’s tongue inside her. Kouya’s movements were quick and sure, and she knew just where to touch Yamato.
Kouya was enjoying herself-touching, tasting, feeling. She never wanted this to end. She wanted the two of them to be like this forever. She…was rather disappointed when Yamato suddenly came with a soft moan and a shudder. Kouya marveled that anyone so boisterous could climax so quietly. She looked up and met Yamato’s eyes.
“I wasn’t finished.”
“Sorry,” said Yamato with a tired grin.
Kouya shook her head and lay down next to her lover. She sighed contentedly. “You make me feel good,” she murmured.
Yamato’s smile turned cheeky. “I’m good at that, aren’t I?”
“It’s lucky for you,” Kouya deadpanned, “because you’re terrible at cutting hair.”
“Shut up and go to sleep, Kouya.”
“All right.”
Man, would you believe that this entire thing came from me noticing that Kouya's hair is long during a flashback, but medium-short in the present? I started writing a dopey little fic to explain that...then the girls got going, and saw no reason to stop.