LarxeneOletteLarxene

AN: The grammar's all over the place. I tried for a few hours to find a beta-reader, came up with nothing. It makes me cringe to read over it again, to be honest. n.n' I'm not a smut writer, and it all sounds so clichééé… So con-crit would be really appreciated, I'm serious. This here one-shot is LarxeneOletteLarxene. Crack pairing, gasp! Lesbian pairing, gasp! If you don't like it, you're a liar, 'cause you clicked on it anyway, didn't you? :3.

Her brown curls are so beautiful, Larxene has never seen such gorgeous hair in her life. And God, Olette is racked to boot. Those are the two things that the Nobody looks for a in a woman – beautiful hair and amazing breasts. It's no wonder that whenever she's near her, Larxene can't keep her hands off of the girl.

But what could be better than kissing her? Her own lips on Olette's dainty rose-pink ones. Her hand sliding under the fabric of the petite girl's shirt and caressing the skin underneath.

She deepens the kiss and hears Olette let out a tiny sound of… Surprise? Pleasure? Larxene doesn't know, but delicate hands are gripping tightly at the Nobody's cloak, fumbling with the zip, and soon Larxene just takes pity on the brunette and undoes her cloak for her, tossing it to the side with little care. She is surprised by soft hands underneath the surface of her shirt, tickling her spine and, with surprising ease, unlinking her bra. Larxene, however, is more focused on the front of Olette's torso, fondling her large breasts, one to each hand, as the younger girl mews slightly against the Nobody's lips, with… Definitely pleasure this time.

The kiss is broken as the brunette moves away. Larxene opens her mouth to protest, but is stopped by the sight in front of her. Soft hands pull up the fabric of her own top, pastel pink to match the delicacy of this seductive kitten. The material is slowly, teasingly, pulled upwards, revealing inch by inch of skin. Her flat stomach, then her tantalising chest, then over her head so she is sitting there, coy, in low-rise jeans (that show a hint of pastel pink panties) and her bra with cleavage spilling out. She gestures with a small movement of her head towards Larxene, and whispers, 'your turn now,' in a soft, seductive timbre.

Larxene is in much more of a hurry than Olette, and it makes the brunette giggle slightly. Hurriedly, a simple gray tank-top is discarded, and her unclipped bra is more slowly guided off with help from her companion. The blonde looks at the floor completely topless, a small blush covering her cheeks, embarrassed by how small her breasts are compared to the girl in front of her. But Olette doesn't seem to mind in the slightest as she lowers her head to them, kissing each pink nipple in turn. Raising her head again, she kisses Larxene once more on the lips.

Their tongues battle for dominance and it seems to bring Larxene back to her senses. Hands are roaming free over each other's bodies and the stronger of the two - after, admittedly, a little difficulty – unhooks Olette's bra, letting it fall over her arms and to the ground. Unashamed of her naked torso, the brunette smiles coyly again, arching her back whorishly – and it turns Larxene on completely.

The petite brunette, her breasts fondled and pleasured by her girlfriend, moves even closer. Her legs rest on either side of Larxene's, and, moving yet closer again, she is straddling the older girl, nearly pushing over as she starts another kiss. The dominance this time is won by Olette, who bites, nibbles and sucks on the blonde's lip, hen moves down to her neck, sucking and biting and, as she trails down further, leaving bruises and marks on the blonde's collarbone.

The older girl's arms have wrapped around her, and their breasts are forced together. It creates an intimacy that Olette doubts is purely physical.