Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerer Hunters, but if I did there's no way in hell I'd let a freaked out weirdo of a girl like myself write anything like this story. I know, everyone's like, "Well what the hell's wrong with this story, it just seems like normal fem slash to me!" Well trust me, it's gonna get real cooky. And there's not even any guarantee it's gonna be fem slash.









Eclair Chips

A Sorcerer Hunters Epilogue

Step Two: The Private Lesson

by

C M Forde









Knock, the sound startled Eclair out of a deep meditative trance, or as some people liked to call it, a nap. She blinked, waiting for the obligatory second knock, but it didn't come. It was just the one single rap at the door, neat and efficient. For some reason the idea of just the single knock seemed kind of eerie, but Eclair shook it off. If her assumptions were correct then she was going to have bigger worries than just a lone knock. She sat up on the couch and stretched her arms above her head lazily before heading towards the door. Gateau's jacket wasn't on the hook on the wall, so he was obviously still out, most likely getting drunk and sexing up anything he deemed 'beautiful'. Eclair sighed as she pulled open the door. The blonde, as expected, was standing in the doorway, wearing the same black leotard she had been wearing in class. Eclair greeted her, "Hi, come on in."

She smirked, "That's a cute towel, if I had known it was going to be that kind of party I'd have dressed down." Eclair froze and looked down at herself. She was barely covered in a pink towel wrapped around her body, the words Lil Sis embroidered on one corner. A nervous smile played across her blushing face. She had come home, taken a shower and laid down to relax for a moment. Apparently that moment of relaxation had turned into a half hour nap, and she hadn't even noticed. The blonde stepped by her into the house, "Pretty nice place you've got here, you work for the church or something?"

Eclair closed the door behind the woman and headed towards her room to change, "My brother used to, he's got a pretty nice pension plan." As Eclair pulled on some workout clothes she could hear the other woman rustling around in the main room. Eclair shook her head and frowned, "Great way to discourage the lesbian Eclair, answer the door in a towel. I'm such a moron..."

"Another great way to discourage the lesbian is to change with the door open." Eclair jerked her head up to see the blonde standing in the doorway with a mischievous smile on her face. She motioned towards the main room, "Can we get this lesson started?" Eclair nodded and moved out of her room red as a beet.

"How long were you standing there?"

"Long enough to get a show."

Eclair cringed, so far this whole encounter wasn't going quite as planned, and she had already insulted the woman right in front of her face, if lesbian can be counted as a insult. Still, nothing to do now but keep on going, despite everything. So, she turned around and put her hands above her head, "Alright, stretch out before we start." After that the rest of the lesson basically went along as planned, and after an hour both women were gleaming with sweat and breathing heavily, and the woman hadn't tried anything, much to Eclair's disappointment. It was just the same thing all over again, just in a different setting and more quiet.

The blonde smiled and picked up the towel she had brought from home, wiping some of the sweat from her face, "Do you mind if I use your shower?"

Eclair shook her head, "Go ahead." Maybe the woman would slip on some soap and crack her skull open on the tile. Then, in a wave of guilt Eclair would stick the body in a burlap sack, run out into the forest and bury it amongst the trees with no one ever having known what had happened to her. And Eclair would live her whole life with this secret, despite the frenzied attempts of the authorities to pin her to the missing woman. She sighed, like something that interesting was ever going to happen.

Another knock on the door interrupted her slightly demented fantasies and she frowned, "Who could that be?" When she opened the door she saw Marron and Rice standing arm in arm, the tall handsome mage and the petit nun smiling brilliantly. After Mama had sealed herself away, Rice had been appointed the new head of The Stella Church, but she had declined so that she and Marron could have a better life together. All in all, Eclair really liked how the two of them went together, it was like ink on paper. At this thought Eclair paused, wondering if even after the magic was gone if Rice still had all those tattoos she had heard about, she'd have to ask someday. "Hey guys, what's up?"

"WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!" Rice leapt from her fiancé's arms and gripped Eclair in a hug so tight that she thought her bones were going to snap in half. "Isn't this wonderful?!" Thankfully, the small dark haired woman let go long enough for Eclair to take a breath before going off on her story. "You should've seen how he proposed, it was so romantic! He brought me back to the beach where we had first met and then he just dropped to one knee and proposed to me, it was so romantic I almost fainted."

Marron just blushed, "Yes...well...I thought you might appreciate it."

The former nun turned back to him, "Appreciate it? You just wait until we get home, I'll appreciate it all night and half the morning!" Rice then tugged on Marron's arm, dragging the mage helplessly back away from the house and towards where she lived further down the block. Eclair just arched an eyebrow and closed the door after them.

"Well, at least that was a change of pace...too bad it doesn't involve me." She sighed again and looked up to see the blonde standing in the bathroom doorway, wearing her towel over her body in much the same way Eclair had been earlier.

"What's wrong? You sound like you aren't happy for them. Aren't they friends of yours? They sure act like it."

Eclair shook her head, "It's not that."

The blonde nodded, "I get it, you've got feelings for that guy. Well I can understand that, he's very pretty and seems like a very nice person."

This time Eclair put her hands up, her head shaking furiously. "No way! It's not like that! Marron and I would never... I mean I never even thought like that!"

The blonde looked very confused, sticking one hand on her hip. "Then, what's wrong?"

Eclair just sighed and leaned back against the door, "Nothing really, it's just that nothing exciting ever happens any more. I'm stuck in this damn rut day in and day out, always the same thing over and over. There's never any excitement, and change. It's just blah blah blah. I'm bored." Eclair had been looking down at the floor the whole time, shaking her head at how life had been made so damn easy. But a pair of fingers under her chin lifted her face back up to stare quite quizzically at the blonde, who was most definitely in violation of her personal space bubble. "Umm, what are you doing?" The blonde didn't answer, instead she just leaned forward and pressed her lips against Ecliar's, giving a slow, gentle kiss. Ecliar panicked and pulled away, "Hey, what're you doing?!"

The blonde smiled, "You said you wanted a change of pace right? Well here it is." She started to lean in for another kiss, and Eclair snatched frantically for something to say.

"Wait a second! I don't even know your name!"

The blonde paused for a moment, looking deep into Eclair's eyes for a long time with a smile, "Senti. My name's Senti." And then they kissed again, and after a few seconds, the blonde's towel fell to the floor.









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Author's Note: Step Two in Eclair's life after The Sorcerer Hunters. For all of you people expecting a yuri pairing, there ya go, though I did make it pretty obvious from the start. Now, if you haven't read "The Necromancer's Marque" then you most likely don't know who Senti and Rice are, being as they're original characters. I know I said you really didn't need to read that to get what's going on, though I do recommend it, so I'll give a short synopsis on these two characters. Rice, Marron's girlfriend; Senti, evil necromancer. Next time: The Explanation, The Hero, and Coming Out of The Closet.