Hello guys. So I haven't updated this fic in a while, but it will be finished. As a matter of fact, this one is the penultimate (second last) chapter. So that means one more chapter after this. It was always going to be a short fic, and the ideas changed repeatedly for it. Even now I am undecided as to what the ending should be. Ok, a couple of things to know before you begin reading. Firstly, there is a theme to this chapter. I won't give it away, but it is quite clear. If you don't get the theme even after reading this chapter, PM me and I'll tell you. This also applies to anyone who reads this in years to come (if FFnet survives.) So don't be afraid to PM me if you want to, even if it is a few years from when this is posted!
More importantly, this chapter will have a lemon. For those who don't know, that is sexual/adult content. I am required to say no-one under the age of 18 to read this, but you'll ignore me anyway ;) it isn't an excuse for a lemon, the plan was for a culmination. Culmination of what, you ask? Read on and find out! Enjoy!
The two women got back to Zola's place. It was fairly late, and Kluke's eyes were dropping repeatedly. She yawned and stretched deliciously, relishing the way her body popped and cracked all over as a sign of youth. Zola was obviously used to being awake later, and so walked ahead of Kluke. She watched her companion shut the door and rub her eyes. Kluke looked blearily at the older woman momentarily before taking a step towards her. Zola raised her eyebrows when Kluke stood still.
"What?"
Kluke looked straight at Zola in response, smiled, and shook her head.
"Nothing." Kluke shuffled off to bed. She paused in the doorway to her room, and glanced back at Zola. Upon noticing Zola was staring at her, Kluke scampered away. Zola blinked. She shook her head to clear it and began to prepare herself for bed. She was in her nightgown when she thought that she should check on Kluke.
Zola crept across the corridor. She shivered and quickly opened Kluke's door. She peaked around and noticed something that piqued her interest. Kluke was in the middle of getting into the bed.
"Kluke?
"Yeah, Zola?"
"Just making sure you're comfortable."
"Yeah, I'm fine." Zola's words were innocent enough, but the way she wandered over was...creepy, in Kluke's eyes. It was almost like a tigress stalking her prey, the eerie look in Zola's eyes, the slow paw movements, the calculating eyes. It all made for an image to make Kluke uncomfortable. Zola loomed over the teenager, who was now wrapped in her cocoon of safety, her blanket. Zola leaned down, the nightgown barely holding itself up. She tucked Kluke in securely. She made sure the blanket was tight. She kept smoothing imaginary creases down. She kept adjusting already perfect areas of the bed. Until.
Their eyes met.
Kluke had a blush. Her eyes were wide, sleepiness forgotten. Her lips were somewhat pursed, forming a small 'o.' Zola's eyes darted all over Kluke's face. She was steadily leaning in, still examining every bit of what she called perfection. Kluke's face. Zola took a deep breath. Both people, one a woman, the other but a young girl, could feel hot, sweet breath on one-another. Zola leaned down even further. She almost touched lips with Kluke. She almost tasted those lips...
But one thing, and one thing only, stopped her.
Her conscience.
'She's too young."
And so Zola pulled back at the last moment. She planted a chaste, loving kiss on Kluke's forehead. It lasted a good few seconds before she stood up straight. She took a step backwards, and the spell broke.
"Goodnight Kluke. Sleep well."
"You too...Zola."
Zola went back to her room.
Kluke was lying there, awake. She looked around the room, more to distract her mind than to actually register what was there. A desk. Flowers on top. A lamp. A vase. Nothing more. Still, it felt cosy. It felt right.
'That was weird...' Kluke was tired, ready to drop off. Then she remembered something her mother had once said, which Zola had once repeated unwittingly. 'Sleep on the edge of the bed, and you'll soon drop off.' She smiled for two reasons, one sad, one a fond, recent memory. Before she settled into dreamland, Kluke sent a message up to her mother, as she always did.
'Mum...I want to know. What do I feel for Zola? She's practically my guardian. I...wanted that kiss, but...' Kluke physically sighed. 'Sorry mum. This is for you. I feel happy at the minute. Hope that makes you feel better. How are you? Are you happy? Hopefully you feel happy. I hope you and dad are happy...love you.' Kluke turned in her bed. She had run out of things to say to her dearly departed mother. She had been reduced to more or less daily updates on her life. With that thought, Kluke crossed the barrier to dream world.
Zola suddenly felt tired when she crossed the threshold to her quarters. She felt drained of all energy. But still, that buzz in her stomach, right at the pit...it made her feel like she weighed nothing. She walked over to her bed, and immediately fell asleep.
"Zola!" Kluke giggled. She picked up the nearby picnic basket and sat on the blanket. The image was an open field, a hill on one side, shrubbery on the other. Zola could see herself next to Kluke, a short distance away. It was almost like...an out-of-body experience. She watched herself smile back.
"It's good to finally get away from the castle, huh?" Zola watched herself get a cupcake out from the picnic basket and hand it to Kluke.
"Thanks, Zola!" Kluke bit into the cupcake with glee, smiling appreciatively at the taste. Kluke kept eating while Zola watched her own face carefully. It didn't occur to her that this could be a dream, she was too absorbed in the scene in front of her. She saw the look of...what? Affection? Love? Care? She wasn't sure, but there was definitely something in her face. Maybe pride? As if a teacher was proud of their student. No, that wasn't it. It was something though.
"Careful there, Kluke. We don't want you to choke now, do we?" Zola watched herself get onto all fours. She observed Kluke turning to face her other self.
"It's ok, mama Zola!" The young girl chirped. "If anything bad happens, I know you'll be there to protect me!"
"Yes I will! C'mere!" Zola held her arms wide open, and Kluke launched herself into the waiting arms. Zola was in stasis as she watched the two wrestle around for a moment. She watched as the demeanour very suddenly changed. Zola had Kluke pinned on her back, and she watched as her other self's lips entrapped Kluke's. She could tell the kiss was very passionate, because it was longer than a mere peck. Much longer. She witnessed the two pull apart, and then she heard something that completely and utterly broke her heart.
"I love you, mama Zola!"
Zola thrust up in her bed and let out a strangled cry. She immediately shed the covers, and began to get ready to go with her usual plan when her night was disrupted; train in the courtyard. She got her battle gear on, changing hurriedly. She walked briskly down the corridor. Exiting out into the courtyard, the sanctuary, was a familiar comfort, strong enough to be called a bliss. Zola did a couple of stretches, paired with some experimental swings of her sword. She spoke to her Shadow.
'Come on, Killer Bat. It's time to train." Her body glowed blue, her shadow changed shape, and her magic took on a physical form. Killer Bat hovered, strong and proud. They both knew the routine, and they jumped in with gusto. Spells, flips and sword swipes soon tired Zola. When she had had enough, she dismissed her Shadow.
"Thanks." Zola breathed out. Killer Bat replied with a simple nod. Zola took a deep breath, and strode over to the nearby bench. She took in the crisp, fresh air of the night and leaned back. She shut her eyes. She stayed like that for several moments.
'I can't believe that dream...do I really see Kluke as kin? As a daughter? But that doesn't explain that kiss at the end. This is so confusing!' Zola pinched the bridge of her nose and shut her eyes.
"Is something on your mind?" Kluke disturbed the quiet atmosphere. Not in an unpleasant way, she merely changed the mood with her presence. She sat down next to Zola, fixing her own thoughtful gaze on the stone paths, the soft grass.
"Heh." Zola smiled. "I guess." They sat for a moment of silence.
"Want to share? Things are easier when the burden is split."
"Uhh..." Zola considered the offer. "You first. What are you doing out so late?"
"I smelt magic." Kluke giggled.
"Ah. Sorry."
"No problem." Kluke risked a sideways glance at her companion. "What about you? Bad dream?"
"Yeah." Zola said. It was a rather blunt answer, and Kluke nudged Zola with her elbow. Zola took the silent cue and built on her blunt answer. "It was a dream I shouldn't have had. Forbidden." Zola took a deep breath. "I was quite distressed. I was doing something I shouldn't...but it seemed natural. It was a...mix of two good things that made one bad thing. It was...wrong."
"Alright..." Kluke digested this information. "Well, I guess you've got to separate those things. Decide which means more to you, and go with that. I'm assuming this dream relates to a real-life problem."
"Sort of. In an indirect manner." 'Liar.' She berated herself.
"Ah. So it just caused a bit of discomfort." They were both satisfied with that and enjoyed and appreciated the silence. Not a cricket chirped. Kluke leaned her head on Zola's shoulder. Zola glanced down at her friend, and smiled. It wasn't a normal smile, more a smile one makes when comforted, or in a familiar surroundings. A smile of content. The next question changed the course of the future.
"How do you feel about me, Zola?" Kluke kept her head on Zola's shoulder.
"What's brought this on?" Zola laughed nervously, hoping to delay the time she had to answer.
"Don't pretend you haven't felt it too."
"Um..." Zola didn't know what to say. "Well...I..." Zola sighed. "I have no idea. If we're going to be open about this, let's shed some light on the matter. What do you think has been happening?" Kluke chewed her lip thoughtfully. She stared at the moon, and knew what she was going to say.
"We've been bonding. We've done activities friends would do. And then there was that party." Kluke removed her head from Zola's shoulder and forcibly turned her companion's body to face her own. "That was...the ultimate kind gesture. Unassuming, but if you think about it, it was very special thing to do. Because you could see I was upset. But you could also see that I wasn't so upset as to warrant doing what you did. You did more than you had to, or even should have. I've always respected you, and besides that, I have somewhat relied on your adult demeanour. I've tried to learn from you, so I see you as a mentor. What do you think?" Kluke was out of breath, but proud of what she had thrown down on the table. Zola swallowed deeply. She drew herself up, ready for any potential outcome.
"Well...I guess I see you as a close friend. I've learned a couple of things from you, and I feel...elated around you." Zola paused. Kluke gestured for her to carry on. "Uhhh...you mean a lot to me...and I..." Zola mentally slapped herself. 'It's do or die now, Zola!' "I like having you around me, and I wish that I could be on a more personal level with you." Zola perceived Kluke's expression to be satisfied. She watched two slow and thoughtful nods, indicating her assent of the answer.
"Shall we go to bed?"
"Yeah..." Kluke stood up abruptly. The two made their short trek to their bedrooms. Kluke walked into her room, and peered around at Zola. She asked if Zola would sort out the blankets, and Zola agreed. Kluke settled on her bed, and as soon as Zola began to lean over her bed, Kluke had a sudden moment of courage and inspiration. She pulled Zola onto the bed. When Zola looked at her questioningly, Kluke answered with a cute, wide-eyed stare.
"Stay with me tonight? Please?" Zola didn't give a verbal answer; instead she gave a physical one by dragging the blanket over them both. Zola maintained her distance from Kluke by lying as far on the opposite side of the bed as possible. She was surprised when Kluke pulled her close.
"Zola..." Both their heads were resting on the pillow. Kluke was pulling their bodies together. They merged together well, legs entwined, heads only barely separate, everywhere else pressed together.
"Kluke..." Zola was very stiff, and she didn't quite know what was happening. Kluke stared into the older female's eyes. And then her hands cupped Zola's cheeks. She shuffled her body forward and forced her lips fiercely onto Zola's. There was no tongue, and Kluke pulled back after a moment. Zola reached up to her lips and touched them with her fingertips. A second later, Kluke grasped Zola's hands in her own.
"Kluke...is this what you want? Honestly?" Zola watched Kluke closely for even the tiniest hint of hesitation.
"Yes." Kluke squeezed Zola's hands and pushed forward for another kiss.
And thus their fate was sealed.
Kluke immediately opened up her mouth, to which Zola responded in kind. The kiss was slow and explorative. Kluke let Zola's hands go, and slowly ran them up her body, pausing at the shoulder. She moved her hands up to Zola's bandanna and shed it, dropping the article of clothing on the floor. She ran her hands upon the glorious hair once more, appreciating the soft, velvety silver strands. Meanwhile, Zola had gotten a bit more adventurous.
Her teeth began to catch Kluke's tongue, sucking on it a couple of times, before letting it have a bit of freedom, and then repeating the process. Her hands caressed Kluke's hips, gentle squeezes to show her interest and willing. As she felt her bandanna being removed, she kicked off her boots she had forgotten to take off. Kluke was clearly antsy, as she began to slide Zola's brown shorts down, eventually ditching them. Zola pulled back and lifted the blanket away. She reached for the belt of the nightgown and paused. She looked Kluke square in the eyes. Her unasked question lingered in the air. 'Are you sure?' It took Kluke but a moment, and she nodded.
"Yes..." She breathed out, slowly. Zola pulled the belt knot apart. Then, she pulled the entire thing away and deposited it on the floor. Then she looked back at the naked body of Kluke. She looked at the flat stomach, the lovely legs, and then took in Kluke's breasts. They were a fair size, and had perky pink nipples to top them off.
"Kluke..." Zola slipped out of her underwear, and pulled her vest-top off, baring everything to Kluke. They each drank in the others bodies. Then, Zola leaned in, and the real passion had begun. They furiously forced their tongues into the others mouth, swirling. Zola's hands rubbed along Kluke's back, while Kluke decided to take it one step further. She placed her hands on Zola's legs, just below the curve of her ass. She teasingly rubbed up and down, tickling where she could touch, but wouldn't. Zola cut the kiss off and smiled at Kluke, who blushed and smiled back. Kluke's gaze travelled downwards, and she saw something delightful. She pulled the cover up just enough to cover their lower bodies, for warmth, and then shuffled her body down to Zola's chest. She glanced up at her companion with wide eyes, and opened her mouth. She latched on to Zola's right nipple, the one nearest to the bed, and bit it lightly. The reaction was instant. Zola stiffened ever so slightly, and her hands shot up to the back of Kluke's head. Kluke kept her hands on Zola's back in order to keep their bodies close. As Zola continued to stroke and pinch Kluke's smooth brunette hair, Kluke made Zola's mind boggle. She bit the sensitive bundle of nerves, and licked around it. She allowed one hand to come round the front. She squeezed the breast, bounced it, and generally played around. She couldn't even cover half the breast with her tiny hands! She let the nipple go, and kissed her way up Zola's tit. She eventually reached the neck, where she sucked and left wet kisses all over Zola's neck. She positioned her mouth right next to her prey's ear.
"Are you enjoying this, Zola?" Kluke squeezed that delicious ass, jiggling it around.
"Ohh..." Zola moaned in response, praying the cute little demon would carry on with her work. "Yes..."
"Good." Kluke whispered. "You'll want to ask...politely..." Kluke emphasized the word 'politely' by giving a gentle squeeze of Zola's ass coupled with a gentle bite of her earlobe. "If you want more, that is..."
"Mmm...please, Kluke! I was...enjoying your attention."
"Ah~ that'll do!" Kluke moved her body downwards, and abused Zola's other nipple. Both were now hard, and Kluke wanted precisely that. "Turn over." Zola did so, and Kluke reach around and down with her left hand, while grasping at one of Zola's breasts with her right by snaking it under her body. She squeezed the tit several times before whispering seductively in Zola's ear once more.
"Ready?"
"Mmm! Yes!" Zola groaned deeply, and used one of her hands to massage the breast Kluke wasn't occupying. She pinched her own nipple, and immediately decided Kluke did it better. Nevertheless, it brought her pleasure, so she continued. Kluke slowly inserted one finger into Zola, and bounced the orb she was holding for extra effect.
"Oh~ already warmed up I see!"
"Heh," Zola turned her head sideways at Kluke. "You seem awfully confident all of a sudden."
Kluke blushed.
"What the hell! Spoil a perfect-" Kluke was cut off by Zola grabbing the wrist near her wet centre and pushing the finger deeper.
"Please...finish the job."
Kluke obliged. She pulled the finger out and gently teased Zola's clit. She prodded it and spread the juices around that general area. Then came the slow finger thrusting. Every thrust caused a slight gasp to come from Zola, and occasionally a groan. Kluke kissed and licked at Zola's neck while continuing to play with the breast within her clutches.
"Kluke...I'm...close..." Zola all but whimpered. Kluke whispered one word into Zola's ear.
"Good..." Kluke caught Zola's lips, and finally, finally, Zola crumbled. Her moans were absorbed by Kluke's tongue. Her eyes squinted as the pleasure became too much. She pulled away from Kluke and moaned for all she was worth.
"Uhhh...ooohhh..." Zola collapsed onto the bed and lay there for a moment, face down. Kluke lay down next to her.
"Was that ok?" Kluke queried, clearly nervous. Zola nodded.
"Yes...fantastic." She panted. Then, she lunged like lightning. She pinned Kluke down and growled. "You pet the cat...but now I get to pet..."Zola reached down to Kluke's core. "The pussy." At that precise moment, she cupped Kluke's slightly puffy and swollen lower lips. Zola kissed all over Kluke's face, deliberately avoiding the mouth. When she kissed Kluke on the nose, the younger one laughed shortly with a blush. Then, she lifted her head and met Zola's mouth again. They both grunted and groaned. Kluke let out several squeaks, compelling Zola to begin her job. She moved her way down Kluke's body, pausing at the shoulders, breasts, and belly button to give each a peck. She hovered above Kluke's most private and precious area, breathing once on the thousands of nerves.
"Zola, you're not going to do that are you?" Kluke stared at Zola's absolutely serious face.
"Yes...I have to...because I..." Zola gulped. "Need to show you, Kluke..." And with that, Zola closed the gap and ran her tongue up Kluke's most erogenous spot. Kluke was paralyzed. She couldn't believe how it felt. It was like the smoothest thing in all creation, with just the right amount of ridges for effect was slickly layering her vagina in the best juice in the world. And then the second lick came, and oh god! The reaction that got. Kluke's entire body had a huge spasm, and she fisted her hands in Zola's hair. She was careful not to suffocate her, and she simply grasped the smooth hair, giving it loving strokes with every lick she received. She felt a tingle in her clit, but when Zola's tongue went up inside her, the tingle became an intense burn, reaching up through her stomach, washing through, and dashing back to it's original location, becoming a tingle once more. Zola was varying her licks as much as possible. The taste wasn't awful, but it was certainly NOT something to drink at lunchtime. Zola ignored that and focused on the smell, and the feel of Kluke's skin against her willing tongue. When she heard Kluke squeal, she knew it was time to finish.
"Zola! I can't...please!"
Zola knew exactly what to do. She brought her tongue to Kluke's clit and swirled her tongue all over the bud. She attacked it relentlessly, only stopping to bite right at the end. Kluke arched, letting out a rough squeak as she came, her juice just missing Zola, who had moved out of the way. Zola was awed, as apparently it was very rare for a female to have the ability to ejaculate! She forgot about that when she noticed Kluke making grabby motions with her hands. She made her way up the bed, meeting Kluke in a passionate, desperate kiss. Kluke pulled away after a few seconds, marvelling at the taste of her own genitalia. Then she snuggled into Zola's bust, snuggling as deeply as possible. Zola cuddled close to Kluke, cradling her head, and rubbing her hair. Kluke drifted off to sleep immediately, clearly exhausted. She had a smile on her face.
Zola did not.
Perhaps it was that she was tired, but Zola was regretting what happened.
'She leaves tomorrow...I can't ask her to stay. Plus the gang is going to drop by, and undoubtedly she'll leave with them...' Zola sighed. She could feel her world collapsing around her, burying her. She nestled her head onto Kluke's. She let thoughts of being alone crowd her mind. Thoughts of sadness, of being without Kluke.
She nuzzled her face into Kluke's hair, sniffing. She wept tears that were absorbed into Kluke's hair, and with some of those teardrops changing the colour of the pillow, she cried herself to sleep.
She didn't dream.