Sapphic Voices Young Adult

Hope, Passion, Loneliness

This was originally written as a fic for an Internet community I'm part of. I've edited out or changed parts that require knowledge of that community, but those changes may have affected the quality of the work slightly. The two 'borrowings' involved in the fic didn't bother me at time of writing as the community is informal and it wouldn't bother any of them. It might help to know that kawaii means cute in Japanese, and the suffix -chan after a name is feminine familiar.

The young femme paced through her house. When was her lover coming? She knew they had to avoid detection, after all, she was really just a bit on the side, the "other woman", but surely her lover could keep an appointment. Slightly exasperated, she ran her small hands through her very long, curly black hair.

A butch moved quickly along the street. She wanted to escape detection, but, in case she was caught, didn't want to seem suspicious. She was also aware that she was rather late. And Kelly was a very perfectionistic young lady, who would probably point it out if she were a couple of seconds late.

Just as Kelly was considering going to look for Louise, the door opened.
"Finally!" she snapped at her.
"Sorry I'm late." apologised Louise "Robert's starting to get suspicious." before enfolding the tiny femme in her arms.

"That's all right" Kelly murmured into Louise's chest, already starting to undo the slightly older woman's buttons. Louise leaned in to kiss her, and they pashed for several minutes, edging back towards the bed. The tops and jacket of Louise's clothing were in a heap on the floor, as were Kelly's lab coat, and the purple silken blouse she had been wearing, by the time they landed on the bed. Kelly's bra, all amethyst lace and cerise satin, joined the pile soon after, followed by the rest of Louise's clothes "why do you have to be so irresistibly kawaii, Kelly-chan?" murmured Louise in Kelly's ear tenderly.
<keep the sweet nothings for the person you actually love.> Kelly thought.
" 'Cause I'm small and sweet" she answered coquettishly, out loud. Louise kissed down the side of Kelly's neck, nuzzling against the cinnamon skin, sucking gently on soft light brown flesh. She continued down, to flesh that never saw the light of day, sucking gently on one roseate aureole, gently kneading the other breast, both large in comparison to the lightly built pixie-like creature they were on. Kelly closed her eyes, both at the pleasure, and at the continuing heartbreak of having to settle for second best while her lover got the best of both worlds.

Kelly's long purple skirt joined the pile on the floor soon after, closely followed by a pair of cerise satin knickers. Louise ran a finger through the black, sodden, neatly trimmed curls now exposed, and Kelly stifled a gasp as the finger hit her clit, which was now aching for attention. The finger slid into her cunt, and Louise lowered her head to Kelly's crotch, kissing along the labia, teasing the erect clitoris with her tongue. Then she pulled away, removed the teasing finger from the soaking pussy. She positioned her body above Kelly's, now after what she really wanted, gently repositioning Kelly's legs.

Although Kelly knew what was happening, Louise’s core came against her own like the touch of fire, as per usual. She, as always, thrust upwards without thinking, disenchantment dissolving into ecstasy, the touch of her clitoris against Louise's so sharply pleasurable it was more like pain. Out of habit, her tiny hands came to hold Louise's hips and crush her tighter against her, until she was conscious of nothing but velvet heat and, rubbing tantalizingly together, the hard, sensitive buds. Louise was crying out softly, pushing back against her, thrusting. There was nothing but heat, and sensation, and the usual delicious sense of having surrendered all control. They moved together, sharp and hard.When Kelly climaxed it seemed to melt her core. Her vision darkened as she bit back a whimper, due to her less than outspoken personality. Louise thrust once or twice more, her grip vice-like on Kelly’s shoulders, each contact setting off more sparks inside Kelly. Then she shook in her own orgasm, falling down heavily upon the younger girl.
(Authoress- I sort of borrowed most of this paragraph from a F/F erotic Pokemon fan-fiction called 'Pinpricks' by Kanna, with a few alterations of things that would not apply to Louise and Kelly, as being a virgin I did not feel confident enough to write that bit myself. URL for pinpricks is http://www.pokeslash.tvheaven.com/stories/pinpricks.html)

Louise rolled off to the side, and pulled Kelly into a "spoon" type embrace, her strong arms wound tightly around the small curvy sylph, both enjoying post-orgasmic haze.

After a few minutes Louise sat up. "I'd better go." she said, getting up off the bed, and getting dressed. "I'll see you later."
Louise kissed her fingers and pressed them against Kelly's cheek.
"G'Bye." murmured Kelly, sadly, as Louise left.

She pulled on a nightgown, and settled back down in her bed alone, waiting for sleep to claim her, hopefully without dreams of her dashed hopes, her forbidden passion or her all-consuming loneliness........

Hope
To hope is to dream. Of what might or will be
Of the possible and the mere possible-hope against hope
To hope is to strive for the best. To build on glimmers of new beginnings.
To hope is to never give up. To remain expectant, against hopes dashed, disappointments, falsities
To hope is to believe there is a way

Passion
Passion, like love, attracts, and is attractive
Full of longing and desire, a passion for someone or something- intense love or an outburst of anger- can become so strong it's barely controllable
If you feed this new appetite, passion can tip into obsession
Once aroused in all its fervent keenness
Passion can become something to relish

Loneliness
Loneliness can spread a thick desolation
Out the back of beyond, or beneath the neon lights in a city street, you can experience the emptiness of being alone
Sense the vastness of this land, feel the solitude
Loneliness drives people apart, or it can drive them together in surprising ways

These three Poems are the explanations of these three themes in the National Museum of Australia's 'Eternity' Exhibit. The other themes are Mystery, Separation, Fear, Chance, Joy, Thrill, and Devotion.

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