Let Me Love You - Chapter 1

Just to let you know.. I don't own the whole "Darkstalkers" title. How I wish I did. T'would be cool and whatnot. But chea.. I don't. I just really really heart the succubi in the video games and the anime. Totally groovyness.

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"Junk… Junk… Junk… Junk…"

"Y'know, not all those letters are junk," said a voice from across the hall.

"They're junk to me," another envelop was tossed to and landed on the pile, now classified as garbage. What was the use of sending these letters? It wasn't as if they were truly seen as objects to be treasured. They were sent in bulk, read, thought of, and then pitched into the bin. Lilith was just helping the process along by skipping the first three steps.

The shorthaired girl had been sitting at the kitchen table sorting through the stockpile of notes, adjusting her glasses as they slipped down the bridge of her nose, when her roommate, the owner of the house, came in and took the seat across from all the sorting.

"But they're not even for you," Morrigan noted as she reached over and took one of the letters from the table. In her usual apparel of a white airy blouse and a pair of close fitting pair of hip-huggers, the older woman tore open the letter with one of her dark lime green fingernails. She pushed aside a couple strands of hair and tucked it behind her ear, as she opened the note and quickly scanned it; laughing slightly at whatever the writer had said.

"So? They're annoying. And you hardly read them," Lilith's scarlet eyes glanced up, from sorting, to see Morrigan reviewing one of them, "or at least all of them. You just let them sit and pile up…"

The emerald eyes of the other had locked on with Lilith's gaze; giving off this eerie smug-like feeling, "Well if my fans make you that jealous—"

"I'm not jealous!" she shouted as she stood up, slamming her hands down on the tabletop, causing some of the letters to fall to the floor. "It's just so bothersome that all of these letters come in everyday," her cheeks flushed deeply as she spoke. The younger one huffed and sat back down, "Couldn't you get some sort of email address that they could send you these foolish messages of affection? It would be a whole lot cleaner around here and they wouldn't be wasting so much paper."

Being jealous of all of these notes was the last thing that was on Lilith's mind. How could she be? There was nothing to be envious of… So why was she so heated over all of this? Why did she feel as if all of these anonymous people were slowly pulling her friend away from her?

"Y'know… You're kinda cute when you're mad," she said with a smirk spread across her lips.

"Morrigan!"

"Okay, okay… I'll look into it and see what I can change for you". Getting to her feet, Morrigan walked over to Lilith and ruffled her lilac hair playfully.

"Don't do it for me… I just," the little one sighed.

"But I like doing things for you, imouto…" Moving to the back of the chair Lilith was sitting in, the older woman leaned over, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, and nuzzled the nape of her neck before she gave it a love bite. Which was way over due in Morrigan's opinion.

The bite made her wince a little. "Nhh…stop," Lilith said in a sort of half moan voice, which led the busty woman to continue her work. "…I'm not your…your…little sister, either," she mentioned, just remembering, as her eye lids started to close and her head tilted, welcoming Morrigan's parade of kisses. She hated when Morrigan did this to her, or so she thought. Okay, so maybe she didn't hate her for doing this but… She was supposed to be angry with her for letting all of these letters come to the house; cluttering up everything in sight. But who was she in the scheme of things? What did it matter what she thought? It wasn't her house. They weren't her letters. All of it was Morrigan's. This lady, with powdery light gray-green hair and who was gently licking at the bite she had just planted, had taken her in and given her a place to stay.

The well-known, most popular movie star, Morrigan Aenslaed, had taken in this no name teenage girl and treated her as if they've known each other for a lifetime. It's been at least seven months since they've started living together, this girl this age of 17 and the woman who, of course was still licking gently at her neck. On second thought, Lilith hadn't really asked how old this person was. She'd always remember that Morrigan didn't like to be straight forward with whatever she said or did.

"I'll do anything thing for anyone if they can guess how old I am…"

She had to be lying. Anything? Oh, please. Like she would really do anything for some miscellaneous person that just walked up to her and guessed her age. And even if they did, wouldn't that make her look kind of desperate? But what if they guessed correctly…? What was to happen to Lilith if some guy asked Morrigan to be with him? Where would that leave her? She couldn't possibly imagine herself alone again..

"Hey… Are you okay?" Morrigan asked as she nibbled at the little one's ear, "You're usually fighting me off, by now.. But now you're just sitting here, not saying anything."

"Oh…! I-I was just thinking of something…" snapping back to her senses.

"What would that be…?", the older woman's voice played softly on Lilith's ear as she spoke with a grin, "Was it of us, and what we might be doing later?"

"Us..? What would we be—", the puzzled look on her face quickly washed off and with a sudden realization the lilac's cheeks were colored with a hint of pink. She looked to the side and pushed off her roommate gently, as she got up and moved across the room. "Is that all you ever think about…?"

Morrigan took the seat that her younger friend was just sitting in and merely watched, as Lilith paced the kitchen floor, "Not all the time.. It's only when I'm around you". She raised her arm, placing her elbow on the tabletop and smirked slightly as she propped her head up with her arm.

"I find that hard to believe. You probably say that to every new 'hot' person you meet". Lilith stopped pacing and rested over the sink, before turning around to face this woman. She fixed her glasses and eyed her clothes (a black and white stripped long-sleeved shirt and a skirt with knee-highs that matched the shirt). She too confused with feelings to look up at Morrigan.

But before she could say anything, before she could look up, the cool gray-green haired woman came over and wrapped her arms around Lilith's waist.

"Come on, now. You know I wouldn't say it to anyone other than you…hmm," she raised the little one's face up by the chin and smiled at her. Morrigan leaned in and let the tip of their noses touch, "I really did meant what I said…"

Lilith's heart was beating so fast, she didn't know what to do, what to think.. She didn't know what to do at all. She tried speaking but nothing came out. Morrigan's body felt way too good pressed up against her own. The older woman had only gotten this close to her once before, but that had happened because Morrigan was drunk. She wasn't drunk now! What if someone looked in from the kitchen window and saw that there was only a hair's space between them? What if.. What if…? Lilith closed her eyes tightly and breathed deeply. She could almost feel them, the soft texture of Morrigan's lips against hers. What was Morrigan—

Ding-dong!

Bang-bang-bang!

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Okay.. How was that? Eh, it's my first ever-posted fanfic story! How much coolness is that? Omgosh.. But anyways, um yea. Fun stuff that is. So um, there's gonna be more characters added from the Darkstalkers title, but that comes in a little while. Tell me what you think of it, so I's can decide if I should continue it or start a different one.. Whoo!

(Sleep is good. So maybe I should get me some. Eh heh heh…..oof)