Dedicated to the birthday of a very special person. I love you, I hope you like this NanoFate one-shot :*
A party, a dress, and a story.
Dozens of thoughts ran through Nanoha's mind as she opened the large pink box after undoing the white ribbon that was tied around it, to find a simple yet soft-to-the-touch dress.
A satin dress? She definitely was not expecting that.
Sitting in front of the dresser of her room after a long day's work, Nanoha, puzzled and intrigued, looked at the gift Fate had handed her: Fate's (very unexpected) choice of her disguise for Hayate's traditional birthday/costume party. That party was a tradition that had started when they were teenagers and had followed them all the way to their… How old were they now? Ah yes, twenty-something. For some reason that sounded better than twenty-nine.
"You don't like it?" Fate asked, as she undid the jacket and tie off her uniform, standing directly behind her yet speaking to the reflection on the mirror that was looking at her.
"It's beautiful, Fate-chan… I just don't know how such a beautiful dress qualifies as a costume for Hayate-chan's party."
"Ah! That's because you haven't seen mine."
Fate's enthusiasm was unusual which made Nanoha appreciate it even more. If she had known at the time how much time Fate had spent looking for the perfect dress, she would not have believed it. Not that she could believe either that Fate had taken the initiative to choose their costumes and with such anticipation.
And all that had a very simple reason to be. Fate had a very clear picture of what she wanted Nanoha to wear.
A dress that would resemble a long white, almost transparent, tunic with an ethereal tail on the back. Specific indeed. Word for word that image had been etched in her mind. A bit daring maybe, but just to think about that image elicited several feelings and instincts she really didn't want to (or even couldn't?) fight back.
Not to mention there would only be friends at Hayate's party so she really didn't have to worry about anyone eyeing her girlfriend in an inappropriate way. Maybe a very primitive part of her brain actually wanted to show off her very hot girlfriend, too.
In any case, as soon as she saw the dress, days ago, in the boutique of one of Midchilda's most exclusive malls, she knew it was the one. And that dress almost seemed as it had been tailored to perfection as her overactive imagination needed. It would surely fit Nanoha's figure splendidly but it was mandatory that such a dress she needed would hang from one of the redhead's shoulders, sensually exposing the other.
The dress shown by a mannequin in the shop's window had caught her eye, but picturing Nanoha wearing it… triggered different feelings in different parts of her body. Wet, hot, dry, numb. All at once. She would look drop-dead gorgeous. She was sure.
It had taken all of Fate's strength of will to wait for the perfect moment to show Nanoha her plan for their couple's costume.
That night, when the copper-haired casually mentioned the upcoming party and wondered what they should wear, Fate had been more than ready.
So to answer Nanoha's question, Fate, making a sign with her finger for Nanoha to wait again, rushed to their closet and pulling out a hanging garment bag, showed Nanoha her planned outfit that completed the ensemble: a striking three-piece black suit, white shirt, and a long black cape with inner coating in vibrant-blood red.
Nanoha could not repress the smile ruling her lips at the sight of the cape. That cape seemed to be a much wider version of the one completing the barrier jacket Fate used to wear when they first had their first explosive encounter, almost twenty years ago to the day, and which despite being of a very dark blue that could easily be mistaken as almost black, also had the inner blood-red side almost identical.
Yet Nanoha was still not fully understanding and Fate could read the question in Nanoha's face without any word.
"There have been comments on how I would make a believable vampire... You know, the eyes…"
Nanoha slightly shook her head thoroughly amused. Yeah, her crimson eyes were uncommon and in the fictional world often associated with demons and such… but as far as Nanoha was concerned, her Fate-chan's eyes were far too beautiful and gentle to be associated with a vampire of any kind or any other creature of the darkness.
Nonetheless, Nanoha was quickly catching up and getting on board with Fate's idea for their couple's costume.
"Ohh... that means… then… that… that you want me to be... your victim…" Nanoha slightly bit her lip and, standing up, got closer to Fate as she spoke and the blonde stood frozen with the hanger of the suit firmly grasped in her hand and her mind going in slow motion as her girlfriend approached her. "This is the gown you chose for your victim. Your very... Pure… Virginal... victim…"
Fate swallowed heavily and Nanoha continued.
"How did you come up with the idea, Fate-chan?" Nanoha asked, genuinely still intrigued but now amused.
"Is it... too much? You don't like it?" Fate asked back as Nanoha took the suit from her hands, placed it in the chair she had been sitting in, and guided Fate backwards, with her hands over the blonde's shoulders, until she plopped on the bed, bringing, for a change, the crimson gaze lower than the slate one.
It wouldn't be a lie that it fascinated Nanoha when their gazes met like that.
"I love it, I'm just wondering…"
Intentionally leaving the phrase hanging for Fate to complete, the blonde complied.
"Well," the blonde decided, for her sake, to come out clean, "you know, the other day I read this short story and it occurred to me..."
Fate's hands went to Nanoha's waist as the copper-haired sat over her lap, directly facing her and straddling her legs.
"A short story? What kind of short story?"
Nanoha's questions were playful and yet Fate could not help but blush guiltily at them. Getting carried away by those sudden ideas sometimes meant she would fail to consider her girlfriend's inquisitive mind. And when she had to give explanations like that, Fate's mind would become borderline useless.
"Uhmm…"
"Is it possible that TSABs golden and legendary Enforcer, Midchilda's white paladin and symbol of justice, likes to read... erotic fiction... Fate-chan?"
Nanoha's eyes sparkled and observed with fascination at the blonde who was clearly struggling to find her words. It was far from criticism, she loved to know sides of Fate that were unknown and unthinkable to anyone else. That surfaced and flourished with her or for her… or, even better, because of her.
"Uhmm…"
Fate, actually, held back from saying that it probably was a notch higher than merely erotic fiction.
"You know, I think I'm going to need that short story..."
Nanoha leaned in even closer to Fate's face who was unconsciously staying with her mouth slightly open and held back a sigh when expecting a kiss, Nanoha barely flicked her tongue over Fate's upper lip provocatively.
"... for research... I really want to... play my part accordingly," she said as she pulled back from the more than stunned blonde that failed to capture Nanoha's lips for the kiss she craved.
"Uh, huh," Fate nodded, noticing her basic speaking functions had been mercilessly reduced to two sounds.
Nanoha smiled amused, and getting off Fate's lap, took the dress and leaving the blonde lost in her daydreams, promptly stripped from her pristine white and blue corps training uniform to her underwear to try the diamond-white satin dress on.
She looked at herself in the mirror and was very pleased with the result.
"Do you like it, Fate-chan?" she called her still brain-fried girlfriend and waited a couple of seconds for an answer.
Breaking her reverie, Fate lifted her gaze to admire Nanoha. She looked beautiful and pure, what was the word Nanoha had used…? Virginal.
The choice of word echoed in her mind. It had been described as that in the erotic piece she had read, hadn't it? Would it be possible Nanoha had read it too or was it just a mere coincidence? Fate's brain pushed the useless questions aside and focused on the very alluring image in front of her.
"Is this how it's supposed to look?" Nanoha asked, still moving around in front of the mirror, trying different poses, so she could look at herself from all the angles possible.
"Uh… huh… Na-no..."
Fate was deeply lost in a kind of ecstasy that had left her unable to do anything but breathe and enjoy the vision of her fantasy materializing in front of her.
"For the party, it's maybe fine, Fate-chan... but for us after that…" Nanoha kept cheerfully talking almost to herself.
Every once in a while she'd glance at Fate in the mirror and the absolute lost way in which Fate was looking at her made her continue to enjoy teasing her as much as possible.
Nanoha now had all sorts of ideas and much to her delight, Fate was not that quick to catch on.
"...ha… ahh…"
Fate almost drooled and her jaw dropped when she saw Nanoha quickly getting rid of her bra under the dress, leaving the light fabric cling to her body, especially enhancing her hips and breasts and revealing her hard nipples underneath in a very erotic image.
"That was so easy. You're such a boobs fan, Fate-chan," Nanoha stated, noticing Fate's gaze fixed several inches below her eyes, and turned around to look again at herself in the mirror. Nanoha was indeed very pleased with how she looked. Stretching her arms up, and arching her back while pushing her chest out, she slowly went through each movement swaying her butt and hips accordingly wondering when her blonde beauty would come back from her daydreams.
She did not need to feel Fate touching her body, she was doing it all with her intense gaze on her. That certainly did not mean she was willing to spare her actual touch.
At last, their eyes met in the mirror with a smile and the glow in Fate's eyes revealed that the brain cells that controlled Fate's movements seemed to be able to operate again.
Fate finally stood up and, almost in a flash, she was all over her, covering Nanoha's back with her own body, running her hands down Nanoha's arms while nuzzling her cheek and neck.
"I'm most definitely a fan of boobs. Especially yours," she replied with her husky with arousal voice, possessively cupping and fondling Nanoha's breasts with satisfaction.
Fate finally had found back the use of her words and it was time for payback.
Nanoha moaned delightedly for a few seconds before the words finally made her way to the functional part of her mind. As much as she loved to tease Fate, the truth was, when Fate's hands started to actually take over her body, she also had a lot of trouble maintaining her thoughts coherently.
"Especially?" Nanoha swiftly turned around and shoved Fate's shoulder at her impudence, laughing. "You're a fan of other boobs?"
"Well sure. Definitely."
"And you say it just like that?" Nanoha crossed her arms over her chest preventing Fate from touching her. "Go on and play with them then," Nanoha countered, poking her back.
"But it's not nearly as fun…" Fate pouted almost childishly still making attempts to touch her girlfriend, who playfully slapped her attempts back until the blonde finally stopped.
Nanoha narrowed her eyes and simply stared at Fate who just kept looking at her with that fantastic mixture of love, lust, and devotion coated in crimson that melted her every single time.
"You dummy... Are you saying what I think I'm saying?"
"What do you think I am saying?" Fate asked in response, getting closer to Nanoha and circling her waist pulling her closer to her, and looking deep into her violet-blue eyes she loved to the edge of the universe and back.
The only woman she had ever loved and who made her dream, who challenged her and believed in her. Who made her truly know happiness.
"You're talking about your own boobs? You're a fan of your boobs, Fate-chan?"
And who made her laugh together, too.
Fate chuckled and a light blush joined the stupidly-madly-in-love expression on her face as she nodded.
"Very proud of them!"
"Idiot," Nanoha chided her before pulling her in for a deep kiss, fascinated by Fate's tendency to blush even after so many years together. "I'm a fan too," the copper-haired confessed to her lips.
Fate merely nodded in the kiss, enjoying the feeling of her hands exploring Nanoha's body covered by the silky fabric.
'I'm thinking, we can make another adjustment to the dress... For my eyes only, of course," Fate muttered with a streak of boldness as she slid down the white dress from one of Nanoha's shoulders, retracting it in a toga-style leaving one of her breasts exposed for her.
Nanoha jerked back and looked down at her chest.
"You're such a pervert, Fate-chan. I don't think I can wear the dress to the costume party knowing you will be undressing me with your eyes every moment. Or that it can be worn like this."
Fate nodded mesmerized as she softly brushed the delicate skin that immediately reacted to her touch.
"You're a hopeless case, Fate-chan," Nanoha muttered before holding on to Fate's shoulders knowing there would be no stopping Fate now. She was too turned on to stop and she chose the words to turn her on even more. "Not to mention that it seems you'll be covered from head to toe and I'm going to be almost naked."
An identical hunger sparked in both crimson and violet-blue.
It was Nanoha's turn then to walk backwards to the bed. Fate kept her tight against her body as they made their way, Nanoha kept her breasts pressed to the blonde's chest until they finally fell on the bed together. Nanoha hummed as Fate finally was ravaging her with kisses and her hands teasing and grabbing her flesh with that passion that left her breathless.
As soon as Nanoha's lips parted for her, Fate's tongue rushed in to meet her tongue and suck it while her hands roamed her body, busy digging into her flesh with more force to her delight.
Nanoha rubbed her body against her, urging her to bring her to the limit of their desire. Fate continued kissing her until she could not hold back anymore and her mouth replaced the hand that had been stroking her covered breast.
A loud moan escaped Nanoha's breath as she felt Fate talking her nipple in between her teeth, barely applying any pressure, before starting to tease it with very controlled moves from her tongue over the smooth fabric.
The waves of electric pleasure invading her body from the sensitive nub to her womb were causing Nanoha's mind to relinquish all control to her body.
It was too much too fast.
Nanoha's hands went directly to Fate's pants, carelessly pulling them down, and searched for Fate's core.
The gasp Fate let out, as she released Nanoha's nipple when she felt the anxious fingers reaching into her wetness, fueled Nanoha's desire and started stroking her clit without giving her a chance to breathe.
Upon the invasive contact, her lover's face collapsed to her chest, and with the anxiousness guiding her tongue and lips, she made her way through the soft exposed skin until reaching to suckle on her breast, greedily indulging on it while Nanoha continued frantically rubbing Fate's throbbing center of pleasure.
The softness of Fate's soft lips around her stimulated a sense of unique belonging. She knew Fate could stay there suckling her without touching her anywhere else, performing devoted attention from her lips and tongue to her very responsive nipples and she would experience a different orgasm, one she had learned to ride out long and slow with her.
Fate swayed her hips and Nanoha changed the rhythm of her fingers torturing the blonde, to match that unhurried motion of those lips working on her, which every once in a while retreated to give way for that humid tongue to circle around the sensitive skin, teasing and awakening it before engaging into rhythmically sucking her rosy nipple. As the pleasure irradiated and filled her, Nanoha kept sliding her fingers almost inside Fate and then getting back to her pleasure core slow and steadily. As the pleasure kept building up, Nanoha tightened her legs together and continued to make more intense the penetration of her fingers into Fate's wetness, still controlled and slow but deep.
Fate was indeed delightfully tortured, she wanted to continue kissing and suckling on Nanoha's breast yet she also wanted to go down on Nanoha and drink her sweet juices from her. Nanoha's hand firmly tangled to her hair wouldn't let her move though, and she was more than happy to continue pleasuring her as she rubbed and tugged at the other breast in equal intensity.
Over and over.
Without hurrying and letting the warm feelings imbue through their bodies.
When the climax for Fate was imminent, Fate barely managed to gasp for air and release the swollen nub. The orgasm that overcame her had her panting and voraciously rubbing her mouth against Nanoha's shoulder in agonizing ecstasy and her mind fading to vibrant white.
Nanoha saw Fate's eyes fluttering in delight and when the intense tightening around her fingers finally allowed her she delicately slid out to embrace her shivering lover and embrace her tightly.
"Wow, Fate-chan… that was quite… something," Nanoha managed to say, taking deep breaths between each phrase.
"Uh, huh," Fate nodded.
Nanoha tittered, gave her a quick peck on the lips before running her fingers through the silky golden ruffled mane; she always looked so sexy after making love. The longer the blonde took in getting back her ability to speak, the better it had been. And by the looks of it, it had been just as good for her.
"I think you're going to have to share more of that literature you were keeping to yourself, Fate-chan."
"Uh, huh," Fate's voice was barely a whisper.
"Don't fall asleep, Fate-chan!" Nanoha whispered back. They were not even fully undressed. She still had a boob hanging out and Fate had barely managed to half-kick her pants off. Not to mention that if they were lucky, the new dress would not be completely ruined and the rest of Fate's clothes were also a mess.
"Comfy… nozzah… seep."
"Oh, God… what am I going to do with you?"
Nanoha knew it was a lost cause.
She usually ended up very relaxed after such pleasuring sessions but Fate... Fate always reached an almost comatose level of relaxation that she did not have the heart to interrupt.
Of course, she was comfortable. Eyes closed, cheek pressed to her breast, soft and warm, lulled by her heartbeat, Fate was set and certainly wouldn't move from her for a long while.
That would give her time to recover as well. When the blonde woke up, surely she would feel the eager need to finish revisiting and attending certain areas she would consider having neglected. As if there was a remote chance she could ever be accused of that. Fate's solicitousness had no limits.
Thank goodness for technology. Swiftly activating her screen and turning private browsing on, as she kept stroking Fate's hair, Nanoha decided it was a very good time to search for interesting pieces of fiction.
Apparently, there was a world yet to be discovered. Not only reading such pieces… but it was a delight that there were still things she was yet to discover about her Fate-chan. The ability to keep surprising each other. And that was wonderful.
And to think she had merely asked, "Hey, Fate-chan, what should we wear for Hayate-chan's party?"