Prompt word(s) used: Veil and White, June 1
Genre Suggested: Erotica/Romance
AU Suggestion: First Night of Honeymoon
a/n: A prompt fill for my discord ladies! This is done in honor of the Pride Month, so this prompt will be something quite different and my attempt to write same sex relationship. PS. There is no cheating involved, in case that's a worry for some of you readers.
Warnings: Not smut, but it's borderline NSFW. Also contains hints of polygamous relationship, so if that is not your thing then you had been warned. Potential oocness.
"Erm, er, milady…?" She eyed her, already wary of the newly minted Lady Phantomhive. Kagome should be glad that her lady was in a very good mood—it was to be expected given the wedding few days prior, but Rachel seemed to be too…happy. Mischievous would perhaps be a better word for her. Mischievous Rachel equals worries and disasters, in Kagome's experiences.
Rachel peered back at her devoted lady-in-waiting from her mirror, "Hm? And dear, you don't have to keep calling me your lady in private." She smiled, while she smoothed down her hair. Dropping her hands from her honey-colored locks Rachel bent her head downward, in expectation to be tended to. Rachel fluttered her eyes close, sighing at Kagome's touches. They still gave her goosebumps, at how sweetly she touched her.
"Er, oh, apologies, mil—" Kagome shook her head, wounding the thick tail of Rachel's hair to fashion it, "Rachel." She flustered, "It's a force of habit, I'm afraid."
Rachel glued her eyes on Kagome's reflection, and twisted her hands over the hem of her silk camisole, "Were you going to say something, dear?"
At her question, Kagome went red and paused her final touching up of her lady's hair, "Oh, oh, ah," she cleared her throat, "why are you and milord taking me with? I am not needed for your honeymoon." Despite her position as her lady-in-waiting, she wasn't a servant. Rather, Kagome was her companion, to keep her reputation intact. It was a role unneeded if her husband were to attend with her however.
She'd be intruding Vincent and Rachel's space and time as a husband and wife, as well.
Rachel couldn't help her squealing, at how precious the pink-faced Kagome looked, "You're still so shy, my lovely girl!"
Squawking, Kagome found herself onto the floor and winced at slight pain slithering across her back, "Milady," She threw her hands onto her face, and could feel her skin burning onto her palms, "what are you doing?!" Kagome didn't want to look at Rachel's Cheshire smile when her heart was beating so fast her ribs ached. Slight pressures on her hips told her Rachel was straddling over her.
Nosing against her pale neck Rachel giggled, "You and I had been enjoying each other's company for years, dear." She ran down her hands over Kagome's waists, disappointed that her dress and corset were in her way, "So why so shy?"
Cracking apart her fingers to peek at her lady, Kagome groaned at the brushes of her lips on her throat, "Yes, but certainly not when you're now a man's wife!"
Rachel tugged her hands away from her face she moved to hover over Kagome's lips, "Vincent certainly didn't complain—he enjoyed our shows before." She threaded her fingers in Kagome's, and sighed at Kagome's soft rose perfume, "Don't be shy, love. There's no reason to, and really, nothing about us will change."
"…It's your honeymoon, milady." Kagome murmured, resisting the urge to squirm under Rachel's body.
Not quite kissing her yet Rachel pressed her lips to hers and flattened her body, "And?" She could feel Kagome's hammering heart and wondered why she was nervous after all this time. Marriage status mattered little, in her eyes.
She was wrong to assume Kagome would think the same, it seemed. This is a situation they would have to remedy soon. There was a pang of guilt when Rachel realized she must have focused too much on the wedding arrangement that she neglected her faithful girl.
Slumping Kagome didn't return Rachel's attention, from the almost kiss and their joined hands, "I shouldn't intrude your time with milord, milady."
Rachel sat up, annoyed, "Don't be silly!" Kagome squeaked in surprise, when she palmed her breasts, but kept her mouth shut, "We both wanted you with! Why, even Vincent had arranged for you to come with us—and unprompted!"
"…Oh," Kagome blinked, before she grew hot again, "oh." She couldn't meet her brilliant eyes, "I suppose I shouldn't fret so much." Knocking together her knees against her lady's back she swallowed thickly when Rachel hadn't stopped stroking her covered breasts, "Um, shouldn't we be getting ready to depart?" She wriggled under her weight and chewed her lips to contain herself.
Rachel joined her lips with Kagome's again, but with more fervors. Unconsciously she grounded her hips against Kagome's waist, discarding every ounce of the ingrained properness from her senses. Kagome was the only thing on her mind.
Smothering her want to whimper, Kagome roped her arms over Rachel's back. She arched, pressing against her lady's warmth, "Mi—Rachel, please." She moaned against the kiss, "we have to leave…"
She didn't afford Kagome a reply, too distracted by her physical hunger.
It was starting to hurt not to breathe, and Kagome had her fills of Rachel overriding her words. Rachel broke off with a yelp, and found herself on her back looking up to her lady-in-waiting, "Oh, my, so dominating…"
"Milady, please!" Kagome wanted to cup her face in dismay at Rachel's sly expression. She can be a tad too much sometimes. Instead, she cleared her throat, to compose herself, "We have to get ready, Rachel. 'tis not appropriate to delay our lord and your honeymoon."
Rachel pretended to think, before she shook her head with a giggle, "Nah~! We're not due to leave until midday. Also, it's not just my honeymoon," Kagome looked puzzled at her word, "it's ours!"
"But I'm not—!" Rachel pushed Kagome to roll over and tangled her bare legs with hers, not minding Kagome's skirt. Kagome's mouth went dry when she stared right into her sky-blue eyes.
Brushing a thumb across her cheek and marveled at how soft Kagome's skin was, Rachel hummed—happily. Never once had she thought she'd find someone who would love them both and would never separate them from one other, but she did. There had been some jealousy and insecurity every so often, but for their strange relationship Rachel expected it.
She dreaded being separated from her lady-in-waiting once their liaisons were discovered, but Vincent hadn't mind it at all and no one was the wiser. How funny it was, because Rachel was quite certain it wasn't she who caught his eyes, but rather her darling girl. It worked out quite well in the end, because he became very fond of them both.
She was happy, but she also feared for Kagome. Her marriage status must've placed some distance between Vincent and Rachel and Kagome. The poor thing was probably feeling left out, and it was no fault of anyones but the laws and so-called words of God's.
"Dear love," Rachel murmured and pushed through her hands in Kagome's black locks she'd always admired, "we love you. Do you know how hard it was for us to leave you out? Every day I cursed my birthright, because it keeps me apart from you."
Kagome grimaced, "My blood isn't as blue as yours are, Rachel," she slid her eyes closed with a sigh, "and we're of the same sex…I fear what would occur to you if we were to be discovered." Reputations mattered so much in the polite society and Kagome genuinely felt sick at the idea of Rachel's being ruined.
"Oh, you sweet, lovely girl—always worrying about me above yourself." She resisted the urge to squeeze her eyes at Kagome's willingness to suffer in silence. Not wanting to dwell on this subject, she carried on, "Do you love me, Kagome, in spite of everything?" Rachel questioned, her voice soft.
She was quiet for a short moment, and Rachel saw her eyes becoming shiny, "I do." Kagome's words were so quiet that Rachel'd wonder if she heard it if she hadn't seen her lips moving. Louder she nodded, "I do so very much, milady."
"Then nothing else matters, Kagome, but our happiness." Rachel rested on Kagome's palm, when she moved to cup her cheek, "My status as a man's wife is nothing more than a title and a contract. I only care about our love. His love and your love. Please," she pleaded, "discard that thought that we would abandon you because of our marriage." She curled her hand onto Kagome's wrist, "I could never you go, milady."
Kagome reeled back at that word, rolling her fingers into a fist, "I'm not—"
"You are my lady," Rachel insisted, shivering at the invisible trails her fingernails left behind, "you've always had been since the moment I felt the love in my heart for you and you first left me breathless. Do you understand?"
"…I do." Kagome drooped closer to the floor, "I'm not certain I can leave my love for you behind that easily either."
Her smile was so bright, that Kagome's heart skipped a beat, and Rachel inched closer, "That," she booped her nose, teasingly, "is what you should say to us later tonight, milady."
"I…beg your pardon?" Kagome blinked.
"Say, I do." Rachel closed in for another kiss. She disregarded that adorable questioning sound that fled from Kagome's lips, "We even have a wedding dress for you—and a veil! No one will be any wiser." She tasted Kagome's tongue, and wondered if Kagome had snuck in a fruit tart earlier, "Our lord found us a place that will witness our love for each other, you see. It is a lovely place, from what I hear too. Perfect for our honeymoon." Rachel's fingers found their ways to the collar of Kagome's dress and tugged it downward.
Kagome briefly wondered on whether if she should protest or not, before she palmed and stroked Rachel's sleek thigh, "…Shouldn't we get ready?"
Rachel's voice was muffled, when she peppered kisses among Kagome's jaw, "We don't have to leave until midday, milady. You'll look so lovely in that dress…"
Groaning she kneaded on the soft skin underneath the silk of Rachel's camisole, "What's of our lord? Isn't he waiting for us?"
"It's fine," Rachel's giggle tickled her collarbone, "he'll love the surprise we're giving him."