Love Not To Be Known
By: Cori Chaganis
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the names in this all the credit goes to Nohirio Nagi creator of Claymore. Arigatou Nagi-san! ^.^ Rated M (it should be self explanatory) Femmslash
Clare and Jean
Jean carefully wrapped her arms around my body, her hands on the small of my back. I, in return, wrapped my arms around her.
"Clare, are you absolutely sure you want this?" Jean seemed as nervous as I.
"Yes Jean, I'm sure of this decision," I said as I stepped closer our noses barely touching. I raised my arms to around her neck.
"Clare… I," Jean began but seemed hesitant to say. I decided to press the matter further.
"Yes, Jean? What is it? Are you having second thoughts? If you are I can get Miria, Helen, or Deneve to do this for me you know." I was giving her options to choose from. She held me tighter and said, "No I do not wish for you to leave me like this Clare, but there is something… something I must get off of my chest."
"What is that Jean? What must you speak your mind of?" She brought her head up to look into my eyes for she was looking at the ground. Jean gently caressed my face with her fingertips.
"You are so beautiful Clare, but that is not what I wished to say though. What I wished to say was this: I love you, Clare." As my name left her lips they were pressed firmly on mine. She grazed my back with her fingers feeling each vertebra and bone on the way up and down. I parted my lips a little and allowed her tongue to enter my mouth, which swirled around and felt each part of my mouth. As I broke the kiss I leapt onto Jean's front and held on with my legs. My hair was falling in my face, and Jean brushed it out of her way. I gazed into silver pools of lust as they slowly closed and lips were on my own. Jean was so love struck she staggered back and tripped on either mine or her claymore. As we fell in a heap we started giggling like schoolgirls. Jean looked in my eyes and asked, "Clare, do you love me too?" I chuckled and smiled at her silly question.
"If I didn't love you jean, would I let you do this?" I grasped her hand in my own and held it to my chest. She blushed a light pink but it faded as she felt more confident having her hand on my breast. She started rubbing and squeezing my breast gently after a while. A smile came across her face as she said, "No Clare, you wouldn't let just anyone do this." I made my hand down to Jean's thigh and held my hand there. She grabbed my hand and pushed it back, "Don't take it personally but I'm too clothed for that sort of thing," she said with a wink. She then undid the emblem cloth on her neck. Jean then pulled her skin tight body suit off to expose her flawless body except for the large with scar between her breasts. I then followed her suit and de-clothed myself. I ran kisses from her forehead down her body down to her pelvis. When I felt comfortable being that close to her centre I started to lick her inner thigh. She started to moan with pleasure. I smiled and licked her clit. She about yelped with the amount of pleasure I was giving her. I then inserted my tongue inside her, feeling her inside and savoring her taste. I removed my tongue and then inserted two fingers. I reached her hymen and retracted a bit. "Don… Don't s-s-stop Clare," moaned Jean.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to stop." With that I thrust my fingers in her breaking her virgin wall. Jean inhaled sharply before she could reach her climax I pressed my lips to hers, taking the scream into my mouth.
3
When I woke on top of Jean I saw a puddle of wetness around our bodies. 'That wasn't a dream then. Dammit I wish it was.' I muttered to myself. Jean stirred next to me and grinned widely. "Good morning Clare dear." I looked at Jean puzzled. "We did do it didn't we?" Jean nodded.