A/N: So this is a thing. More Diakko smut for your viewing pleasure!
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Bewitching Diana Cavendish
Part 5
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It was nearly midnight when Diana finally returned home.
She let out a tired, bored sigh as she waved her hand over the glyph beside the front door, her magic registering to allow her entrance. The small symbol glowed a fluorescent green for a moment before fading to the color of the wall, and the latch clicked open. She preferred used this method to enter her home rather than using a key simply because, at the odd hours she often kept, it was quicker and easier than searching her purse for the damn thing.
Who could ever find a single key, anyway?
Balancing a stack of books on one hand and opening the door with the other, she entered her home and breezed through the foyer. She didn't even bother to turn on any lights as she walked from room to room, all her attention focused on relieving herself of her heavy burden; yet another contract from her Alma Mater, Luna Nova, dropped on her at last minute. Not that she was complaining – she liked the work, after all – but still… would it kill them to break up the work into more manageable assignments instead of throwing a year's worth of work at one time?
Apparently, it would.
She had to admit; her weariness of the more tedious tasks she had imposed upon herself was beginning to gnaw at her. And she was only twenty-eight years old! She was too young to feel this tired every day.
She grunted heavily, finally dropping the large stack of tomes on her heavy wooden table with a loud thud. What she wouldn't give to just be free of work for just a little while, lounging in her home with a glass of wine, a good book – not work-related, thank you very much! – and maybe a certain brunette kneeling between her thighs…
Diana's daydreaming eyes shot wide open and she cursed under her breath.
Once again, the feeling of desire tugged at her belly at the merest thought of Atsuko Kagara.
Just to make sure, Diana scooted her chair back to check the particular area of distraction. Sure enough, as though she had never even spent the past six months away from her long-time friend and recent lover, she was already wet, her arousal soaking into her underwear. She let out a tired, exasperated sigh. Just when she thought this day couldn't have gotten any worse; she had to add being horny to the list.
The floodgates of her mind opened immediately. Memories of the past six months – made even worse since after being reunited with Akko, her one-time classmate now-turned lover, she was forced to leave for the rest of her tour around the world – flashed through Diana's mind as her body reacted to the mere thought of her touch, her scent and her taste. Seeing Akko again had been everything Diana had dared to hope for. Making love to her for hours after that had been more. Much more. And it had nearly crushed Diana to know that Akko had to leave again so soon after.
It had been hard, Diana would admit, to go on with her life as if nothing had happened – because something had happened. Diana had been completed. She had met Akko again and realized just what she had been missing in the past ten years of her life. And now that she knew it, and had it in the palm of her hand both figuratively and literally, it was hard to let her go.
Even harder, still, to wait for her to return.
But now, sitting here alone in her home, feeling just as she did when she was standing in Akko's presence, Diana felt the distant, yet all-too-familiar, pangs of sexual frustration begin to nip at her heels. She groaned a bit as a throb ached between her legs.
Maybe I should just take care of it and get it over with, she thought to herself, it's not like anyone can see me. Hell, it's not like I haven't before, many times since…
Her thoughts trailed off as the hairs on the back of her neck prickled, standing on end. She froze, one hand moving to her side, the other fanning out her fingers, readying a wandless shielding spell for defense.
She was not alone in the room.
Her lips pinched tightly together, her spine stiffening as her senses reached out to find however it was that had entered her home uninvited. Whoever it was, they were about to learn the error or their ways. No one broke into Diana Cavendish's home and—
Wait.
Her brow furrowing, she spun on her heel and flung out her hand, willing the candles lining the room to flicker to life, filling the room with a soft orange glow and illuminating the entire area around her. It took the span of a second for her to find the intruder, and when she did, she nearly collapsed with relief.
"Akko!"
The woman herself, dressed in a dark hooded sweatshirt and comfortable-looking jeans, sat on a chair in the corner of the room, her knees pulled against her chest and her eyes fixed on Diana. She was grinning widely, and when Diana finally saw her, she unfolded herself from the chair and spread her arms out wide.
"Surprise!" She cried out happily.
"Y-you're here!" Diana breathed, not sure whether to step forward or backward. She remained rooted to the spot, shocked more than anything. "When did you get back?" Then, the realization of where they were hit her, and she frowned. "How did you get in, for that matter? The door was locked and sealed with spells."
Akko smiled, bemused, as she approached Diana. "Um… hello? I'm a witch?" she wiggled her fingers theatrically. "And not to toot my own horn here, but a pretty darn good one. I can manage a locking glyph or two." She stopped a few feet away from Diana, and winked. "Anyway, you gave me a key before I left, remember? That's pretty much an open invitation in my book."
Oh. "Oh. Yes," Diana coughed into her hand, blushing. "Silly me. Of course I did." She fidgeted for a few moments, her heart still pounding in her chest. Akko was here! Here! Right here – so close Diana could reach out and touch her!
But first things first; she shook her head. "W-when did you get back?"
"An hour ago." Akko said softly, her crimson eyes staring directly into Diana's. "I came straight here instead of booking a hotel. I hope you don't mind."
"No!" Diana said loudly, and then cleared her throat. "I mean, no, of course not. You're free to stay here as long as you like."
"You mean that?"
"Of course." Diana said, finally taking that last step forward and lifting her arms in invitation. Akko grinned widely, all-but leaping into the embrace. "Welcome back, Akko. I'm so glad you're here."
"Me too," she muttered into Diana's shoulder. "It was so hard, being away from you. I missed you."
"I've missed you, too." Diana replied. She realized she meant it, and inhaled the scent of Akko's hair. It was just as she remembered it, and her belly tugged at her again, as if reminding her of what she had been thinking about doing before she noticed Akko's presence.
Not now, she commanded herself. You cow. She just got back – wait a few hours, will you?
Extricating herself from her girlfriend's embrace, Diana straightened. "Well, you must be hungry. Can I get you anything?"
"Nah— I already ate just before getting back."
"How about something to drink? Some wine, to celebrate your return?"
Snickering, Akko pointed to a nearby table, where a glass bottle sat. It was already opened and partially empty. "Already got started, thanks."
Noticing the label and vintage of the wine, Diana narrowed her eyes. "Is that my 1923 Chateau le Mon?"
"Yup," Akko replied without any trace of shame. "And let me tell you, it is really damn good."
"It had better be." Diana grumbled. Damn. She had been saving that for a special occasion.
Well… if anything counted as special, Akko would definitely be it. Why not?
"Poor me a glass." She declared, stripping off her coat and tossing it onto her desk. The stack of books toppled over – some onto the floor – and Diana couldn't find it in herself to care all that much.
"Already two steps ahead of you!" Akko declared, looking quite pleased with herself, and whipped out two glasses. Both were filled, leaving Diana to wonder just how long Akko had been here waiting for her to return. Shrugging, she accepted her glass. They toasted in silence, and took a long sip.
Wow, Diana thought as the wine splashed on her tongue and slid down her throat. That is yummy. Definitely worth the wait. Her eyes flicked to Akko, who was watching her from over the rim of her own glass. And made even better with the company.
"So, then… tell me," Akko said, setting her glass back on the table and eyeing Diana. "What were you doing before you noticed I was here?"
Diana blinked, and then blushed hotly. "I was… putting down my books."
"Yeah huh," Akko nodded slowly. Her grin was slowly growing. "I saw that. And then?"
"I was going to get something to eat and then go to bed."
She shook her head this time. "Before that; after you put down your books and before you saw me. You were thinking about doing something."
Fighting through her blush, Diana arched an eyebrow at her girlfriend. "And just how do you know that?"
It was then that Akko's grin showed teeth. "Because you had the same look I do every time right before I touch myself while thinking of you."
"Oh," Diana sucked in a breath, her stomach flipping in her belly. That was… incredibly sexy. And equally arousing. Damn it. Warmth flooded between Diana's thighs and her knees locked. Her spine stiffened. "R-really?"
"Really," Akko murmured, stepping forward into Diana's space again. She would have made it, too, if she hadn't tripped over Diana's foot and lurched forward, colliding with Diana with a yelp.
Momentum carried Akko forward, and Diana's arms instinctively wrapped around her to steady them both. "Sorry" was building up on her tongue, but Akko was already laughing, clutching at Diana's blouse, pressing her forehead against her shoulder. Diana joined her in laughing, that single sip of wine probably affecting her as much as the feeling of Akko being back with her, and she embraced the woman happily. When Akko finally lifted her head, the laughter faded to gentle curving lips.
Suddenly, everything was them – the solidness of Akko in her arms, the flush in her cheeks, the warmth of her breath against Diana's lips. Her eyes were dark red, and, this close, Diana couldn't help what slipped out as she hungrily took in every single minute detail of Akko's face.
"You have a freckle near your lip. I never noticed when we were kids." Diana barely recognized her own voice.
Meanwhile, Akko's voice was husky and warm and laced with something Diana hadn't heard in months – not since she has last seen Akko, at least. "And you have a freckle in your eye."
Swallowing, Diana nodded.
Parts of her were becoming aware that Akko's chest was pressing against hers. Dark eyes darted down to Diana's lips and back to her eyes, back to her lips, and then Akko's head moved forward just the inch or two it needed.
"I've missed you so much," the words Akko whispered were mirrored in Diana's heart, and she could only nod her assent when they were followed with, "make love to me, Diana."
It was a simple kiss that started it, an electric pressing of the mouths. And Diana, unable to keep the dam that had been building within her ever since Akko left from breaking, dropped the wine glass to the floor with a thud, and buried her hands in Akko's hair.
Months of repressed sexual urgency roared itself awake inside Diana as she clutched at Akko. It made little sense at how six months of being celibate felt much more significant than ten years, but the way her body responded to Akko's proximity to her told no lies – she wanted Akko. Here. Now. She couldn't stop herself if she tried. When she finally allowed her tongue to brush against Akko's, the throaty groan she got in response all but told her the woman was feeling the exact same way.
Her confidence grew, and with it Diana pressed forward, their kiss all tongue and teeth, messy and delicious as they stumbled around. They both jolted as Diana finally hit the table behind her, Akko's hands now flat against the study, wooden surface. And even as Diana responded to the kiss, she pushed herself up and sat on the table's edge. Slowly, Diana's lips moved from Akko's, to her jaw, and down against her neck. Warmth spread across her skin as Diana flicked her tongue, hot and wet, against the pulse point there.
Yes… just as she remembered it.
"Diana?"
"Mmm?" she hummed against Akko's neck.
"You want to go somewhere more… comfortable?"
Diana pulled back, and Akko groaned softly. Her lips were bruised and shining, and when Diana leaned forward to bite her bottom one, Akko groaned again.
"Nope. I'm good right here." She murmured, looking significantly into Akko's eyes. "…for now. And then we'll move somewhere else to do it again."
Akko's pupils blew wide, black swallowing up red, and her grin turned almost feral. "You read my mind."
When Akko kissed her again, Diana grabbed her sweatshirt, hard, and pulled her closer. She felt Akko tug at her skirt, pulling it up to bunch around her hips, her fingers stroking the bare skin of Diana's thigh.
"Fuck, you're so soft… feels so good." Akko hissed into Diana's mouth.
She obliged by pulling Akko even closer, now firmly between her legs. Slowly, gently, Akko ran her fingers along her skin, and Diana rolled her hips against her, drawing a grown that could have been from either of them. The warmth in Diana's stomach made her pull her lips down to Akko's neck, nibbling at soft skin.
Slow. She had to force herself to slow down. She had to make this last.
But when Akko bit at Diana's neck, her tongue immediately flicking out to sooth the spot, Diana groaned far in the back of her throat, the sound vibrating from the deepest part of her body.
Well. That was enough of that.
She crashed her lips to Akko's, hands tangling in her hair. She felt fingers yank her skirt down her legs and past her feet, and her blouse's buttons ripped off with a snap-snap-pop, and Akko tossed it somewhere behind her. For one brief moment, Diana was aware she was nearly naked, wearing only a black bra and her heels, before she reached out and dragged Akko tighter against her.
Their teeth clashed, and Diana wrapped her legs around Akko's waist, hips grinding against hips. Perhaps harder than she intended, Akko dragged her nails over Diana's skin, up her sides and against the edge of her bra. Diana moaned, encouraging Akko, and with the strap as her guide, Akko undid her bra and pulled it away, cupping her naked breasts the second she could. Diana whimpered as Akko's thumbs rolled over her already hard nipples.
With panting breaths in her ear, Akko kissed Diana's neck, her tongue running over the edge of her collarbone. Everything was Diana – her movement and her feeling, the rocking of her hips so desperate for touch. As Akko grazed her lips back up to kiss Diana again, her fingers ran down Diana's smooth stomach, hands clutching at silky lace. She tugged at Diana's underwear, rolling them down her legs and stepping back to remove them completely, her gaze never leaving Diana's.
Diana was leaning back against the table, skin flushed and wearing only her heels. Akko slowly ran her hands from Diana's knees along her thighs, goosebumps rising under her palms as she moved. Slower than before, Akko leaned in to kiss Diana, the back of her fingers running over soft curls and flushed skin. Diana sighed and her head fell back, putting all her weight against the table as Akko ran her tongue down her neck, over her nipple, her fingers stroking, a whisper of a touch against sensitive flesh. The rhythm of her tongue against Diana's breast was faster than her fingers, and even as Diana's hips begged her to do more, Akko resisted, seeming to enjoy the act of touching her and dragging out Diana's pleasure.
"Please, Akko." The sound was somewhere between a whisper and a groan.
Akko gently closed her lips around Diana's nipple and sawed the hardened bud between her teeth. That time, the response was definitely a groan.
Then Diana's fingers were in Akko's hair, pushing her head forcefully down. "Fuck! Please, Akko!"
And that was definitely not a whisper.
Dropping to her knees, Akko's tongue traced patterns against Diana's thigh. She pushed two fingers inside, curling them enough that Diana cried out, collapsing flat on the table and reaching out blindly to grip at Akko's shoulders. She couldn't quite reach, and she instead snaked her legs around Akko's back and pounded into her with her heels.
Diana arched her back when Akko pressed her tongue against her center, stroking her folds to match the rhythm her hand had started. At that moment, nothing existed but the pace Diana set with the rolling of her hips, the feeling of Akko's tongue and fingers around and inside her, and the overwhelming urge to orgasm, yet to have this last forever.
"Oh, Akko..." Her name sounded like it did every time she uttered it to the darkness as she made herself come, alone in her room and thinking of her; a breathy invocation, a spell to keep away the loneliness.
She finally felt herself reaching her peak, and she reached down to return her fingers to Akko's hair, nails digging into her scalp as her entire body tensed, her hips losing her rhythm. "Akko, Faster – I'm, I'm almost there!"
Akko wrapped a hand around her hip, her fingers splaying over her stomach to hold Diana firm.
"Don't stop—please don't stop!"
And when she felt Akko's fingers curl inside her, twisting and thrusting a final time, Diana came in a rush of words and sounds that gripped her like desperation. Akko rode it out with her, only stopping when Diana's body collapsed bonelessly on the table and her fingers fell slack from her hair.
Akko stood, and then crawled up Diana's body to straddle her hips. Gently, she pushed disheveled hair off Dian's sweaty forehead. Breathing was the only sound in the room, and as Diana finally opened her eyes, Akko chuckled as Diana found her with bleary eyes.
"Hi," she grinned.
"Fuck."
Unable to keep it in – as she was rarely able to do – Akko laughed and Diana smiled, sheepish at her frankness.
"Akko, that was a compliment."
"Oh, I know. Don't worry."
Once she was able to move again, Diana ran a finger up Akko's thigh, the feeling of rough denim catching on her fingertip. "That was… you—" she shook her head, unable to form the correct words. Akko's hand was right next to Diana's ear, palm flat on the table so she could hold herself up, and Diana turned, her gaze resting on Akko's as she kissed the skin of her wrist. The touch caused Akko to suck in a soft breath. Diana's hands ran up Akko's thighs, brushing the hem of her sweatshirt and grapping the front of it. She guided Akko's face to hers, kissing her.
"You," Diana said, "still have clothes on. While I do not."
Akko smirked – all teeth – and sat up, her thighs straddling Diana's hips. Her hands trailed up her own front and down to her stomach to toy with the bottom of her hoodie. "What, these clothes? These clothes right here?"
Those crimson eyes, now dark and searching, glittered as Diana's tongue darted out to sweep across her lips. She nodded, and Akko slowly peeled her hoodie and t-shirt off in one, thigh-grindingly sexy movement.
Diana moved her hands down to Akko's hips and worked at the button and zipper of the woman's jeans. It sent Akko falling forward, her lips crashed into Diana's as she balanced herself with a hand alongside Diana's body. Shivers ran up her back as her hands tugged at Akko's jeans, pulling them down her legs with Akko's help, and then, leaving the woman to kick them off her legs, she trailed her fingers along bare thighs, smooth stomach, and the edges of her breasts. When her nails reached around and grazed her spine, Akko ground herself down on Diana, who gasped into Akko's mouth.
Slowly, Diana's fingers dipped back down to play at the edge of Akko's underwear, each time getting dangerously close to touching the skin there before drifting back down to stroke her trembling thighs, only to come back and play the same game again. And each time Akko would grind her hips down, obviously seeking the pleasure she wanted— she needed – but not wanting to rush anything.
"Diana, please touch me."
Her voice was low and breathy, and Diana grinned as Akko reached down to guide her hands into her underwear, running their fingers together over her wetness.
"Akko, you're so wet."
When Diana pushed Akko's hand away and pushed her own fingers up and inside, Akko flew up onto her knees and threw her head back. She tried to keep her eyes on Diana, but only managed to groan languidly as Diana's fingers slowly pumped into her.
It was slow, achingly so, but Diana knew she had to make it last. She used small but powerful strokes and twists, using the urging movements of Akko's hips to guide her. When she pushed a third finger in, Akko gasped, and her gaze snapped down to Diana. "That," she crooned as Diana watched, wide-eyed and dry-mouthed, "feels so fucking good."
Diana reached up with her other hand to grab Akko's hip, moving with her. When she curled her fingers, Akko lurched and squealed her approval. She reached down and gripped Diana's hand, her nails biting into her skin.
"Akko, you look so—" Diana didn't get to finish, and she wasn't sure Akko would have even heard her if she had.
Diana's leg was bent up behind her, her knee biting into her back, and Akko arched against it, her hips rocking faster even though she tried to let Diana set the pace at the beginning. Diana's hand shifted slightly, her thumb brushing up against just the right place, and Akko whined aloud. That same thumb pressed down, and at that moment she did, Akko's entire body seeming to shudder. Diana watched as Akko's eyes squeezed shut as she finally came undone on her hand, her body tumbling forward, and pressing her forehead against Diana's chest.
For a long moment Diana lay perfectly still, her blood pounding in her ears as Akko writhed and whined out her orgasm on top of her, and stroking her back in just the way she knew Akko liked.
Slowly, Akko's climax receded and her breathing slowed, and she opened her eyes to look at Diana.
Diana gave her a small smile, mirroring the soft, almost shy one that Akko flashed back at her. "Was that okay?"
Akko laughed, dropping her full weight on top of Diana. "Better than 'okay'; I think you ruined me for anyone else."
"Well, good." Diana sniffed. "Because I don't intend to share."
"Damn straight. I belong to Diana Cavendish and no one else." Akko paused thoughtfully. "Think I should get a tattoo or something? 'Property of Diana Cavendish – Keep offsies'?"
Diana chuckled, and rolled her eyes. "No. No tattoos."
"Not even a really cool one? Like a little Shiny Rod on my arm or something?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Phooey."
They were silent for a few moments, and then both women burst into laughter in each other's arms. Diana lay there, her hands rubbing Akko's back as she felt the woman's fingers curling at her sides. She felt good… great, even; lighter than she had in a long time, and found that the laughter came as naturally to her as breathing. With Akko there beside her, it may as well have been.
Because she was Akko's, and Akko was hers. No tattoos needed.
And they were together again.
"So," Akko said once they finally stopped laughing. "What do you think about finishing off this wine somewhere more comfortable? Like, say, the bedroom?'
Diana lifted her head, grinning a toothy grin that matched Akko's even on her best days. "You read my mind."
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A/N: So there we have it: now we have the perfect set-up for future sexual escapades for our two favorite witches to get up to.
Now that they are both together (for the foreseeable future) and sexually active, that leaves these characters able (and, more importantly, willing) to be a bit more... how do you say... adventurous in the bedroom. Or living room. Or closet. Eh. Wherever. It's all good.
Because of the huge reception this fic has gotten, I'm essentially making this into a continually updated mini-series, to be added onto fairly regularly - when the mood strikes me - and will eventually become the longest Diakko smut series on the internet. And to do that, I need inspiration! *squee* So, if anyone has any requests or things they'd like to see, don't be shy! Drop me a line and I will (likely) make it work! Don't worry, I've seen it all. Just keep it tasteful, and I'm game.
Fun times.
Anyhoo - cheers, all!
***Will work for glomps***