She's drunk and she knows it, but doesn't care. The beautiful body before her takes her mind off of all other things, her mother who is standing right outside her barricaded door included.
"Shut up!" She's never told her mother what to do before and the feeling of power floods her body. Power, and another emotion unnamed; need? Some sort of carnal hunger rages inside of her whenever she sees the other one, Lily, Lily, who is waiting for her to turn around and face her dopplegänger, White Swan and Black Swan, together. Connected.
They fly into a rage. Nina's mouth hurtles towards Lily's with a passionate wrath, and Lily responds swiftly and with the domination of a lion. Biting her way down the other's throat, Lily leaves her mark on Nina's collarbone, a red bite that gives evidence to the dancers' shared fervency for the other.
Deep-throated moans are interchanged as they pleasure themselves with each other, Lily shoving Nina forcefully onto her bed which, so accustomed to the weight of one, now sinks under the weight of two. Two swans, one bed. Chaos reigns. Their clothes are on the floor somehow.
She knows it's wrong, somewhere in the back of her mind, but it feels so right, so good – how can it be wrong? For the dancers to love as they are loving, delight in the satisfaction that the sexual activity leaves them with? It's not wrong, she thinks, pushes all thoughts of wrong away and pushes herself against the girl, the woman, the only one who can satisfy her animal need.
Nina is panting rapidly, her erect breasts heaving with each inhale and exhale. Lily tantalizingly laps and strokes her way down the White Swan's lithe body, pinching and squeezing various patches of skin, evoking small mewls from her lover. She slides her fingers under the panties of Nina, which are already saturated with her cream. The girl yelps as she feels tongue on her sex, a new, beautiful, completely erotic feeling that she desires so, so badly.
"Lily, Lily, I want-" She is on the verge of crying and pleading and screaming with need.
"What do you want? Just say it, precious, and I'm all yours. All…yours…" Each word is accented with a finger thrust inside of her; one, then two, then three.
"I – want – you – " She rasps, and is answered with the repeated insertion of Lily in her, over and over and over and over – YES!
Lily licks Nina up and down as she comes to her point of blissful release, cleansing her of herself, hungrily lapping up her juices like candy, eyeing her mischievously. Her raven hair falls around the dark, keen face as she sprawls herself across Nina, who is red from pleasure. They kiss, emitting guttural moans that echo their lust. Sated, Nina rolls to her side, wrapping her nude form around her swan's.
Black and white. Day and night. Fight and flight. Love, lust, and a conquered, seething, untamed passion that ran free. Together, they spread their wings over themselves, each other, the one entangled shape that creates the two opposite forms.
No one is there to watch as they lie, spent, Nina and Lily, Black Swan and White Swan, melding and mixing and together creating a grayish hue of the dawn that lingeringly persists at the window.
She's drunk and she knows it, but more importantly, she's found her partner. Being drunk won't last forever for her, but the one constant, unwavering thing that will is Lily…nothing will stop them from dancing together. Ever.