Title: All Day Long I Think About Sex
Author: Wingweaver
Disclaimer: Kaleido Star and its characters all belong to Junichi Sato and Gonzo Digimation Holding. No copyright infringement was intended (I merely borrowed the characters for a spot of fun).
Author's Notes: Just a bunch of songs for Layla and Sora.
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"-ayla! Laylaa! LAYLA!"
Layla's blinked and focused her attention on her girlfriend.
"What is it?" The blonde asked. She gave Sora a slightly lecherous look. The dark green silk wasn't as enticing as she thought it would on her girl but the cut of the brassiere made her want to bury her face in between those breasts and make motor boat sounds. Maybe yellow would look better…or red. Red works all the time.
It was a good thing that the dressing room for the lingerie store they went to was actually a room, rather than a partition stuck to a wall. The way Layla looked at her made her feel warm all over and embarrassed. She wanted to cross her arms and cover up a bit but she needed to use her 'assets' to keep the blonde's attention.
She knew where the blonde's head was the whole time. In fact, the blonde had been spacing out most of the day and every time she did a telltale blush and perverse leer would be on Layla's face. She had only seen Layla act like that around her and she didn't mind, she even found it flattering but why does the blonde need to fantasize about 'that' when the real thing was right in front of her?
It's not as if Sora wanted to be pounced on by the blonde in public or anywhere outside the bedroom, although she wouldn't mind. It might be fun to do it, especially in this incredibly spacious dressing room and conveniently placed lounge chair which Layla was currently occupying.
Her face became redder and she shooed away thoughts of her bent over the chair and Layla doing unspeakable but pleasurable things behind her. She placed her hands on her hips and mustered up the strongest glare she could.
"Is sex all you think about?" Sora asked, not bothering to elaborate what she was asking about.
"No…" Layla smiled sweetly at Sora. "…I also think of you sitting on my lap, begging me to let you come."
Sora's turned beet red at the statement and could on sputter out the blonde's name as a retort. She turned her back to blonde and marched towards the bench which held her clothes.
Layla let out a low chuckle as she got up. She quickly followed after Sora and captured the smaller girl in her arms. Her hands splayed over the expanse of soft skin on Sora's stomach, tracing random circles around. The blonde leaned down, her lips brushing up against the shell of the smaller girl's ear.
"You know, I'm only like this with you."
Sora shivered involuntarily. The warmth she had felt earlier now burned within her core and she wanted the blonde to feel it.
"And it's because I can't get enough of you."
Layla turned Sora around kissed her fiercely. She grabbed the back of the younger girl's legs and wrapped them around her waist. The blonde slowly walked backwards, aiming for the chair that she had been sitting on earlier and determined to make her fantasy real.
