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The walk-in shower had been one of the selling points of the apartment, when Vanessa had toured it. Little had she suspected, though, that it would prove to be quite as beneficial as it had; it certainly had plenty of room, which never hurt when there was a leggy blonde kneeling at one's feet. All that could've made it better would've been heated walls, she thought muzzily as Sara's mobile tongue circled her clitoris and Vanessa's hands pressed against the cool tile.

She'd not expected the night to end this way when Sara had asked her for the use of her couch after a fiasco involving an escaped pet rodent and the vents in her building. It had been simply good manners to extend the invitation and pull out the spare sheets, making up the sofa bed before excusing herself for her nightly shower and leaving Sara to make herself comfortable. She'd barely gotten her hair wet, though, before Sara had knocked firmly on the bathroom door and let herself in, chirping something about her own nightly ablutions. They'd shared locker rooms before, communal showers, but it was different somehow; this was her bathroom, the bathroom she used alone, and having Sara puttering cheerfully around at the sink was awkward and jarring, leaving Vanessa washing hastily behind the distorting wall of glass blocks.

Before she'd been able to rinse the last of the shampoo from her hair and escape the situation, she had company not only in the bathroom, but in the shower also; if Sara had any modesty, she'd left it at her own apartment, apparently, as she walked unhesitatingly into the tiled alcove and joined Vanessa under the spray. Though roomy, the confines were close enough that their shoulders touched under the shower spray, and Vanessa found surprise giving way to a bit of irritation at the invasion of personal space, space held sacred outside of the ring.

Strangely, Sara seemed unconcerned with cleansing herself, simply wetting her hair and then smiling at Vanessa. It was an odd smile, soft and secretive, and Vanessa's suspicions of Sara's motives skyrocketed moments before Sara's breasts were sliding against hers and the lips murmuring something about really appreciating her letting her stay were moving closer to her mouth. Sara's skin, not yet warmed by the water, was slightly chilly against Vanessa's, but her mouth was hot, moving coaxingly against Vanessa's. It seemed to be only more good manners to open her mouth to the questing of Sara's tongue and return the gesture with her own, the wet muscles sliding together between their mouths as the water coursed over them.

Sara's eyes were bright with amusement when she pulled away from the kiss, though she stayed close enough that her tight nipples brushed maddeningly against Vanessa's skin. They went dark, though, when Vanessa's hand rose to cup the full swell of one of Sara's breasts, thumb flicking roughly over the taut peak. Her breath caught, held behind the press of her rosy lips, and her back arched ever so slightly to rock into the cradle of Vanessa's palm. They kissed again as Vanessa's other hand joined her first, thumbs rolling both of Sarah's nipples as their mouths meshed, wet and messy and hot. Sara's hands were firm points of contact against Vanessa's muscled hips, holding her steady as her own hips ground against Vanessa's thigh, an entirely new heat blooming against her.

Sara's mouth was surrendered for Sara's breast, the nipple crowning it hard against Vanessa's tongue as it rasped over it. Her teeth closed around it next, tugging hard enough to make Sara gasp before sucking the rosy flesh into her mouth. She suckled like a hungry infant, the occasional scrape of teeth making Sara's hips jerk against her thigh, and as Sara moaned Vanessa's hand slid away from the full handful of Sara's breast to instead cup between her legs. One finger pressed between the labial lips and rubbed firmly, the very tip of it teasing the wet hole while the underside of the knuckle bumped over throbbing knot of Sara's clitoris. Sara jerked, her mouth opening soundlessly as a leg lifted to wind around Vanessa's hips, her arms linking around Vanessa's neck as she ground against the single intruding finger, groaning when it pressed slightly into her vagina, gasping when it rolled over the bundled nerves that seemed to be making her entire lower half throb.

Vanessa gave no warning when she slid her finger fully into Sara's heat, burying it as far as the spread of her fingers would allow. She made no further move with it yet, though, instead only transferring her lips to Sara's neglected nipple, twisting the first with her free hand as Sara's hands fisted in her hair, clenching in the wet length. It was a moment more before another finger slid to join the first, both moving with short thrusts as her thumb circled Sara's clit. She could feel the tremors throughout Sara's body, in the arms around her neck, the leg around her hips, the muscles contracting smoothly around her pumping fingers. Even the nipple caught between her teeth seemed to shake until the tension building within Sara's body coalesced, exploding from her in a surprisingly delicate 'ah' and an orgasm that left her mindlessly riding Vanessa's stroking fingers until even the aftershocks had faded, leaving her dangling in Vanessa's grip like a puppet with cut strings.

It was oddly peaceful to stand under the spray with the limp blonde. She relinquished her mouth's claim on Sara's breasts to instead kiss her neck, her fingers sliding from the moist clutch of Sara's body to instead curve around her waist. Sara's breathing was ragged, her breasts heaving against Vanessa's and the slide of her nipples was enough to remind Vanessa of the throbbing between her own legs. She clenched her thighs, feeling the throb of her swollen clitoris against the press of her own flesh, and silently hoped that the heat of the water would be enough to relax her; Sara seemed to be in no condition to reciprocate and the thought of masturbating while the other women slept barely ten feet away was mortifying.

Sara squirmed weakly and Vanessa loosened her hold, expecting the blonde to rinse off, perhaps continue her shower as though their interlude had never happened. Instead, she was surprised to find Sara sliding gracefully to her knees, her hands finding Vanessa's hips to push her back against the wall. The tile was startlingly cold against her heated skin and Vanessa gasped, arching slightly away from it only to find Sara still pressing against her hips. Unable to move away from the wall without exerting force and bemused by Sara's insistence, Vanessa shifted her feet for balance and looked down at the blonde smiling up at her. She opened her mouth, only to snap it shut against when Sara licked the heavy muscle of one thigh, the tip of her tongue as delicate as a water droplet, following the same snaking paths. Sara's hands slid from her hips to instead fan her fingers over the tops of her thighs, thumbs meeting at the middle and pressing in, rubbing over the crisp white curls at Vanessa's groin before spreading, separating the heavy lips. Vanessa felt exposed, obscene, and filthy, and it was the best feeling in the world - at least until Sara leaned closer, the tip of her tongue marking new ground as it flicked over the exposed head of Vanessa's clit.

Vanessa couldn't stop her fingers from curling and pressed the fist hard against the shower wall as her hips lifted against Sara's hands. Sara's tongue returned with a vengeance, a firm lick wrapping around one side of Vanessa's clit, then the other, tongue tip flickering in the hollow beneath the head before her lips closed around the wet flesh and sucked. Vanessa was fairly certain she shouted; she certainly dropped her head against the wall hard enough to see stars, but it didn't matter because Sara was sucking as though she feared Vanessa was the victim of an awkwardly-placed snake bite, long and strong and so damned good that Vanessa couldn't help but press into the rhythm. She was panting by the time Sara's mouth slid away, vaguely distracted by the long slides of Sara's tongue tracing the inner curves of her labia, barely aware of the slide of Sara's thumbs as they ran lower.

There was no warning when Sara's tongue speared into her, echoing her own abrupt penetration of Sara, but it couldn't have been more perfect; Vanessa could feel Sara's thumbs spreading her, rubbing in small, massaging circles even as her tongue pressed deep into her body. Her breath was hot-cold-hot against Vanessa's flesh as she pressed closer, tongue extending as far as possible as her nose bumped the underside of her clit, a shock that made Vanessa whimper - a sound she'd not been entirely certain she could still make. Sara's tongue pumped within her, fucking her as confidently as any cock ever had, even as her thumbs moved again, one pressing and rubbing her perineum and the other circling her clit. The three stimulations swept over her, and she was so close, so close, so close; blindly, her hand lifted to pluck at her own nipple, and the sharp pinch was all it took to push her over the edge. Her hips thrust wildly against Sara until Sara's arms slid around them, holding her tightly as her tongue coaxed Vanessa farther, stubbornly riding out the wild bucking until little more than shivers could be drawn from her.

The water had run cold by the time Sara rose from her knees, but neither minded it as they kissed again, slow and sweet and comfortable. Only when they'd broken apart did Vanessa reach over to twist the knob off and reach for her towel, and the process of drying each other involved more kisses, less slow, less sweet. Sara's back hit the bathroom door when they tried to leave and they stayed there for long moments as their tongues warred; it was only when Vanessa's fingers again brushed the tight blond curls between Sara's legs that she pushed the other woman away, laughingly, just enough to lever the door open and slip out into the cool air of the main body of the apartment.

Neither woman spared a glance for the sofa bed as they passed it, distracted as Sara's legs wound around Vanessa's waist as Vanessa carried her toward the bedroom. Vanessa's bed proved to be big enough for both of them, with room to spare for expansive activity, but Vanessa didn't mind either when Sara pressed close against her, head pillowed next to hers and limbs wound so tightly with Vanessa's that it was difficult to imagine them as two bodies. She didn't even particularly mind when, the next morning, Sara confessed her apartment woes as a complete fabrication, her words stuttered as Vanessa's tongue lapped around the fingers buried within Sara, perched on the edge of the kitchen counter. She'd think of a way to punish her later, perhaps, but that could wait; for the moment, Sara's muscles were clenching hotly around her fingers, Sara's taste was fresh on her tongue, and she thought that things just might work out just fine.

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Notes and Disclaimers

Virtua Fighter is © Sega.

untitled is very loosely connected to the Patience timeline, although there's not much obvious relation between this and that. For years, I babbled about writing Sara and Vanessa without actually producing anything... until one weekend when the urge for porn overtook me. This was typed out in the span of a few hours on a Sunday afternoon and is largely un-proofed. It's also got nothing to redeem it - it's just porn.