A/N: And here we are with more Diakko goodness.
Adult!Akko strikes me as the type to flirt, tease, and guide tops from the bottom. Not to say she can't top when she wants (because, she definitely can), but she would prefer to bottom when given the chance, and lead from there. Besides, the view from the bottom is nice when Diana tops, eh?
Enjoy.
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Bewitching Diana Cavendish
Part 6
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As soon as they walked into the small diner on the corner, Diana was already visualizing making love to Akko on the countertop. Or behind the counter, or against the wall, Hell, she didn't know – but what she did know was that from the way Akko was fidgeting and stealing glances her way as they walked through the door, she was thinking the same thing – and quite frankly, she didn't care by this point.
This was their first date since Akko returned from her tour, and the witches had decided to keep things simple; or as simple as they could agree to in the end.
Akko picked Diana up earlier in the evening from a mutually decided location while still letting Diana think that she was actually picking Akko up, and Diana, being enamored by her date's uncharacteristically immaculate femininity that evening, something that had been conspicuously absent during the woman's youth, but sometime between then and now she had picked up in spades – the crimson shade of her nail polish, the faint flowery scent that made Diana want to lean closer and inhale, the low-cut dress that perfectly accented her modest cleavage – she didn't even notice until halfway through the evening that, though Diana thought that she was warming Akko up by taking her to movie and dinner first, the woman was secretly rolling her eyes, thinking get on with it already… we both know where this is heading.
Even though it wasn't obvious, Akko was in control of every detail of the date, but was content to let Diana think she was.
Clever girl. It seemed as though her magical ability hadn't been the only thing to mature in the past ten years.
That night, Diana had picked out everything she wore precisely and meticulously: a blue, button-down blouse, her favorite thigh-length black skirt, and ice-chip blue heels. If she were honest with herself, Diana didn't really like to wear heels all that much. But she knew Akko liked to see her in them – as she often told her so under no uncertain terms – and that pretty much made the decision for her in the end.
They went to the movie theater first. Akko looked incredible; four-inch heels with small straps over the arch of her foot, a little buckle on the side; dark, coppery hair over her shoulders and cascading down her back; a bright red dress that clung to her curves in all the right ways ending in a slightly flared skirt that showed off her knees and stocking-clad legs.
Diana didn't stare. Don't stare, she told herself. Don't stare, don't stare… God, Diana, don't be a cow!
She tried not to stare, she really did. She tried to talk to Akko's face, and not her breasts. It was a challenge that she wasn't sure she was quite up to.
"I like your… hair," Diana had mumbled, eyes lowered, looking shyly up at Akko through her eyelashes.
Akko grinned widely. "Thanks. I like your skirt. And your blouse. And… well, all of you, really."
Diana didn't blush, but her cheeks did get a little warm.
She didn't remember the film. It had been something about music, England, and falling in love. But she did remember thinking that there should have been more sex in it, and about how crowded and bright movie theaters were in the cities.
What she did remember was the way Akko laughed, the way she got teary-eyed once or twice, the way she kept stealing glances at Diana from out of the corner of her eye, her hand on her knee and the – oops – accidental brush against her thigh, and the way her lips circled and sucked the straw in her soda ever so slowly slowly.
After the film, they walked to the twenty-four hour diner at the corner. It wouldn't have been Diana's first choice – or her second or third, for that matter – of a date destination, but apparently Akko loved them and Diana was only too happy to accommodate her date's wishes.
See? It was Akko who was really in control of this date.
Diana slid into a booth and Akko cruised in right next to her, bare skin on vinyl. Diana's left thigh touched Akko's right, and she felt the brush of her date's stocking-clad leg against her bare skin.
There were a few other diners scattered at tables, but it was getting late. There was an older man chewing on chicken fingers and reading the newspaper, and one table of teenagers blowing straw wrappers and eating fries off each other's plates. The waitress came over moments after they sat down, and Akko ordered a vanilla milkshake and a slice of apple pie, warmed up. "We'll share," she declared happily.
Then Diana and Akko chatted, catching up on Akko's tour and Diana's work. Akko toyed with sugar packets and crunched ice cubes from Diana's water glass. While they talked, Diana soon noticed Akko easing her legs over Diana's thigh, making her breath catch in her throat and her belly stir to life. Almost in instinct, she gently dropped her hand to Akko's knee and fingered the thin fabric of her dress. All the while Akko was still chatting as if nothing was happening. She liked the movie, she said; the male lead was cute, in that sweet, softy kind of way.
Suddenly Diana's fingers, still intent on seeking the creamy skin above her stockings, were crushed between Akko's thighs. She had stopped talking and cocked her head at Diana, clearly fishing for her to continue the conversation. Diana tried to pull her consciousness from between Akko's legs to respond with something intelligent.
Whatever Diana said seemed to amuse Akko; she smiled eagerly and had an excited edge to her voice as she talked, and slid her legs farther across Diana's lap, twisting her torso a little to look more directly at Diana, opening her thighs again in the process. The hem of her dress hiked up with the motion and Diana could feel the softness of Akko's stockings under her fingertips, as well as the line of ribbon leading up her thigh to her hips; a garter belt, apparently. Diana was momentarily surprised that Akko bothered with such things, but felt her belly clench with arousal as she brushed her fingers against the material and pressed them into smooth inner thigh.
At that moment, there in the diner, Diana wanted nothing more to find out how far Akko will let her go.
God, she wonders, what is Akko doing to me? I was never like this before she came back…
Minutes later the teenagers cleared out and the diner quieted. Akko left her hands on the table but parted her lips. She looked at Diana, her gaze settling directly on her date's mouth. Diana bit her tongue and felt her pulse quicken with the sudden shift in Akko's expression.
Akko leaned in slightly, slowly, ever so subtly, and tilted her head as Diana's grip on her thigh strengthened.
Finally, Diana's fingers found the crease on Akko's hips that curve where her thighs meet her pelvis just as her lips got closer to Diana's, only inches away. She could feel – taste – her breath. Akko didn't move any closer but her entire body language seemed to scream for Diana to make a move; to kiss her, to keep moving her fingers up her dress.
Then Akko shifted. Something happened to her mind and her entire body, an intentional submission, an offering of her mouth and her hungry body and her being. It was nearly imperceptible, but Diana could still feel it.
And then she realized what it was. Akko was letting her lead. She had controlled every aspect of their date up until this point – through subtle looks and gestures – but now she was leaving it up to Diana how to proceed. She would follow, willingly, to wherever Diana took her.
"You want… this? Now?" Diana whispered, fingers getting bolder, brushing the tips up against Akko's panties, feeling the warmth of her center and only barely able to keep her breathing steady. The movement of her lips made her touch Akko's, briefly, gently. She could almost see the swirls of their breath hang around in the air around them, hot and heavy.
Akko bit her lip at their kiss – a brief touch of velvety flesh, really – and nodded without moving her body; submitting to Diana's question with explicit permission.
"One vanilla milkshake—" the waitress cleared her throat and set it down in front of Akko, who jumped in surprise, but Diana stayed exactly where she was, amused, and then turned her head, slowly, as not to jostle her hand.
"And one apple pie." The waitress set the small white plate in front of Diana.
"Thank you," Diana replied, taking a fork with her right hand, her left still between Akko's thighs.
The waitress lifted her eyebrows. "You ladies okay here?"
"Of course," Diana said placidly. Akko's cheeks were flushed a bright pink. She examined her milkshake, stealing a glance at her date. Diana's fingers were quiet but persistent, still caressing the softness of Akko's folds from outside her underwear.
The waitress raised her eyebrows at Diana again, and she couldn't quite tell, but Diana thought she winked at her. She was cute, the waitress; dyed red hair and chunky black hipster glasses. She was the only one working, but it was nearly dead in there, so after a round she went back to reading her book behind the counter, not paying the witches any more attention.
Diana twisted and shifted in the booth, adjusting her position so she could flatten the palm of her hand against Akko, cupping her sex. Her panties were sodden, and it only took a moment to nudge them aside to touch her bare skin.
Akko inhaled sharply and looked away, her tongue sweeping across her bottom lip. "Are you… will you…?" she breathed, but couldn't finish. She wanted Diana to kiss her – that much was obvious. Diana wanted to as well; she wanted to have her here, to thrust her up against the vinyl and take her right there. She wanted Akko's hands gripping at the side of the booth as she came against her.
Diana grinned – that same grin that Akko makes when she knows how to get exactly what she wants, and knew that she could have her. Not only that, but Akko knew she would get it from Diana. It was as sure a thing as the sun rising in the east. So the only power Diana truly had was to control how and when she would get it.
Akko offered her neck and Diana took it, leaning in, kissing her bare shoulder, and then her collarbone, exposed by her low-cut dress.
"We have to be quiet," Diana murmured. "We're not alone."
"We may as well be," Akko breathed back, closing her eyes and tilting her head so Diana could easily reach her neck. Her fingers glided through her folds and caressed inner thighs, occasionally flicking up to her clit and falling back down, dipping through her lower lips for fresh lubrication. She slipped two fingers inside Akko and felt her muscles pulsing, sliding them in and out until Akko began to pant. Diana circled her clit again, flicking it gently and feeling Akko's body twitch and contract in response.
"Anybody could walk in at any second," Diana said, more for the effect than any real care about the distinct possibility. "Anybody can see my hand under your dress, if they only looked for a second. How does that make you feel?"
Akko shivered and spread her legs slightly, rocking her hips against Diana's hand and gripping her forearm with one hand. Diana worked her clit a little harder, a little faster, and Akko's breathing started coming heavier, her body tensing in preparation. She was trying, with some success, to keep her face still.
"And look, you haven't even touched your milkshake," Diana murmured, her tone chastising. Akko shot her a look like she wanted to tear her apart with her eyes and attempted to move the glass towards her with her free hand. She still clearly wanted Diana to kiss her, but Diana didn't let up with her fingers; thrusting, flicking, swirling, finding that sweet spot that makes her pelvis tense and her limbs go limp.
Akko's eyes didn't leave Diana's face as she opened her mouth for the straw and sucked the milkshake into her mouth. Diana could see the moment it hit Akko's tongue and exploded in creamy sweetness; her eyes rolled back a little and her center responded, clenching at Diana's fingers tightly. She took another sip, and Diana slid two fingers up her crevice to circle her clit.
Akko bent her head back – just the slightest bit; Diana could tell she wanted to throw it back and cry out in pleasure, but she couldn't. She was in a diner, with Diana's hand tight against her… her fingers circling, working, flicking and pressing, and then her entire body tensed and finally shuddered. She gripped Diana's forearm with her fist, gasped a little, and her thighs contracted to grip Diana's wrist as she came, with almost no sound at all, her entire body absorbing the noise she wanted so desperately to make. Diana didn't let up and after a moment Akko gasped again, inhaling deeply, and ripped Diana's hand away from between her legs.
Diana grinned as she watched Akko's face. It was amusing to watch Akko try and keep her face together and make it not look like she's just come in Diana's hand.
Trying to regain her composure, she looked up at Diana, shyly and pink-faced, clearly unsure of how loud, how obvious she was, and she glanced around quickly. Luckily there was no one left in the diner – the last of the patrons had already left. It was just Diana and Akko, and the waitress.
"Holy. Shit." Akko's breathing was hard and slow. Diana was still grinning, feeling inexplicably pleased and energized from the power-play that just occurred.
So that's what it feels like, to have such control over someone…
Diana could get used to that.
She leaned in to kiss Akko softly on the lips. Her mouth was cold and creamy, and tasted of vanilla; sweet. Akko was a fantastic kisser, all suppleness and slow passion when she wanted to be. They kissed for a minute before Diana pulled away, still smiling, and Akko tilted her chin down to look up at her through her dark eyelashes.
"Want some pie?" Diana asked. She gathered a bite on her fork and Akko nodded. She opened her mouth, and Diana slipped the piece through her lips.
"Oh," Akko said, chewing, the scent of warm apples and cinnamon on her tongue. "It's good. Want some milkshake?" She took a sip and smiled wickedly at Diana. The invitation was obvious, and Diana leaned in for the kiss. The cool flavors of apples and vanilla seeped through their kiss and it was honestly the tastiest thing Diana has ever had.
The waitress came over as they were giggling like schoolgirls. "Would you two mind—?" she started to ask. "Well, I'm out of cigarettes. I'm just gonna go around the corner. I'll be right back."
"Of course," Diana said. The waitress nodded, giving them another bemused glance, and turned on her heels. The diner was deserted; just Diana and Akko. Diana watched the waitress as she walked down the sidewalk and disappeared, then turned to look at her gorgeous date.
Akko smoothed her hair, watching Diana's face, and then slid out of the booth, holding out both her hands. Diana took them and stood up.
"It's your turn," Akko said, a toothy grin stretching across her face. Crossing the diner floor, her heels clicking against hard linoleum, Diana watched her ankles as she walked, her calves, the backs of her knees. She had grown more graceful, she noted as Akko walked with her legs tight together, crisscrossing like a model. She felt her mouth water and swallowed heavily.
Akko then stopped at the counter and lifted her arm, guiding Diana back behind the bar as if they were on a dance floor. She grinned, flushing slightly with embarrassment, flustered to be somewhere she shouldn't be. There were clusters of dishes, rags, coffee mugs, silverware, napkins, salt and pepper shakers and ketchup bottles. And, of course, the machine used to make Akko's milkshake.
Still, Diana did as asked, feeling wholly out-of-place in her skirt and heels behind the counter. But when Akko spun on a stool, crossing her legs at the ankle, and leaned over, almost spilling out of her dress, Diana found that she couldn't care less about fitting in. She licked her lips, brushed a lock of blonde hair from her eyes, and smiled.
"So," she said conversationally, mimicking a bartender with an imaginary rag and glass, "Can I get you something?" She had trouble keeping a straight face. The silliness of what she was doing made her want to laugh out loud. But she had to admit, the scenario was kind of hot. What would Akko do? Would she let Diana fuck her here? Right here on the counter?
Or maybe the other way around?
Akko pursed her lips. "Well, what do you have?" She leaned over the counter and peered around, taking a not-so-subtle glance at Diana's cleavage. "Mmm, looks pretty good from up here."
Diana reached out and grabbed Akko's wrist, surprising her. Without preamble she tugged the hand down between her legs and held it there. She was already deliciously aroused, and from the soft ooh that spilled from Akko's lips, she definitely noticed.
Akko grunted, lifting her ass onto the counter, knocking over a napkin dispenser and ketchup bottle in the process, swung her legs up and over, and opened her knees. She snaked her legs around Diana's middle and pulled her close, kissing her hard and running her fingers up and through soft blonde hair.
"I want…" Diana said between their renewed kisses. Suddenly, all she wanted – what she desperately wanted – was to—"you to fuck me here on the counter. Now."
Akko nodded a quick yes and closed her eyes, just for a second, tipping her chin down, and then slid off the counter. "Lean over here." She kissed Diana again, moving aside to let Diana face the counter. Diana did so, and then craned her head around to look at Akko, watching her, eyes hooded and hands laid flat against the formica countertop.
"Akko…" Diana murmured, arching her back and thrusting out her read end towards her date in order to move things along. "Please, I want it."
Akko's grin flashed white with teeth, and she wrapped Diana up in her arms. She repositioned her hands so they could support Diana's own weight on the counter, and threaded her fingers in her hair – a feeling Diana was quickly becoming accustomed to, and quite frankly enjoyed – to keep a firm hold. Finally, she sidled up behind Diana so that her breasts rubbed against the fabric of her dress. If Diana closed her eyes, she could just barely feel the scrape of her Akko's nipples against her upper back.
"Are you ready?" Akko breathed into her ear. Diana whimpered softly as she felt the whisper of Akko's hands on her thighs, pulling up her dress to bunch around her hips. The shock of air against her center was next as her panties were rolled down her legs and Diana nearly cried with how close she was, even without being touched.
"Yes," Diana whined softly, hands clenching on the counter. "I'm ready—I'm so ready. Please, I can't wait any longer."
By way of answer, Akko moved her fingers down and slid her fingers through Diana's folds from behind, heading straight for her throbbing clit. Diana stiffened, arching her back and she could not even utter a single word, barely managing a groan as Akko slipped a single finger inside her, and then a second, slowly rotating them and causing a slow-building fire to erupt underneath Diana's skin.
Despite only having a few minutes at best, Akko seemed in no hurry to make Diana come. She moved in and out of her at an agonizingly, deliciously slow pace, stretching Diana with every thrust of her fingers, and every now and then brushing the pads of her fingertips over the little nub at the very top of her crevice, causing her to jerk and buck her hips in response. And then she drove her fingers deep into Diana, twisting and flexing them in ways she only every dreamed about Akko doing in an effort to explore as much as she can, only then to pull back and continue thrusting.
It is torture, Diana knew; torture for all those years apart, and a small hint of what was still to come from that point on. Sweet, exquisite, amazing torture.
As Akko kept up her assault, Diana felt her orgasm building. It grew and grew, like a bubble of flame and pure excitement expanding from deep inside her and she groaned heavily, slapping her hands on the countertop to warn Akko of its arrival.
She seemed to understand Diana's senseless warning of the climax's imminent approach, because just then Akko picked up the pace. She began to steadily pump her fingers in and out of Diana, pressing the tips against her clit and circling it. Diana cried out, her breath all but sucked out of her as Akko worked her wonderful magic, and she pushed her ass out against her hand, her insides clenching so forcefully it almost hurt.
"Akko—" she hissed as quietly as she could. The waitress had left for the time being, but there still might have been line cooks or someone else in the back. "Don't stop! I'm—I'm so close!"
"Come for me, Diana," Akko responded to her tortured whine, dramatically increasing the tempo of her thrusts. With her other hand she tugged on Diana's hair and pulled her head back, clamping down on her collarbone with her teeth. It was the last push Diana needed before she felt her insides clench; she groaned deep in her throat, her hands scrambling on the countertop to find something – anything – to hold onto as her body refused to comply against the jerks and spasms she was assaulted with.
Diana wasn't sure how she made it back to their booth after her orgasm, but the next thing she knew was she was sitting listlessly, leaning up against a pleased-looking Akko who had just finished polishing off her milkshake and the rest of the apple pie, and the waitress returning from her smoke-break.
As she entered the diner, she lifted a curious eyebrow towards the pair of witches, but Akko simply grinned and gave her a jaunty wave.
"This pie is amazing! We're definitely gonna come back again. Might even make it a weekly thing - tell me, how many flavors do you have?"
"Um, ten?"
"Woo!" Akko wiggled in her seat and wrapped her arms around her date. "Next ten dates, planned! What do you think, Diana?"
In her post-coital state, the best Diana could manage was a mumbled "Huuurrrrrr..."
Well, at least things were off to a good start…
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A/N: Thanks for reading! See you on the next Diakko adventure!
...Fuck, now I really want some pie.
***Will work for glomps***