Chapter 2
As Christie was beginning to deal with her thoughts on the matter, somewhere in the ocean on a private personal yacht, a young French woman with long blonde hair and green eyes dealing was with strange thoughts of her own. Since the conclusion of the 4th DOA tournament, Helena has retreated to her yacht as she had done previously to rest and relax in private. Standing on the deck in red bikini that showed an ample amount of the top of her breasts and hugged the contours of her buttocks, Helena squinted into the sun before diving into the cool, clear ocean.
Lazily she swam through the ocean, observing the bright colored fish as they passed. Christie had been in and out of her mind for many weeks now. At first they were thoughts of distrust and hatred, but they began to change. The feelings almost became the exact opposite as the silver haired assassin surfaced in her dreams. These were mostly replays of their battle in the last tournament, but they increasingly gave way to that of an erotic nature.
I am not that kind of person, Helena said to herself as she swam. Images from the dreams of her and Christie entwined in each other's arms flooded her mind. Startled, Helena came to the surface with a gasp. Her yacht wasn't far and she began to immediately swim back towards it. Upon getting out of the water Helena simply stood on the deck as the sun glistened of the drops of water that were on her body. She changed into a white nightgown and laid in her bed, thinking a long night's rest would do her wonders.
Helena had another dream, it was sexual, but Christie was nowhere to be found and that relieved Helena greatly. She on top of a faceless man, rocking her lower body back and forth, controlling the tempo. She felt hands grab at her breasts and Helena looked down and saw Christie look up at her with cold eyes, that had just a hint of pure lust.
Helena woke up with a start, eyes darting around her room. The sun had risen and the sea-guls were out. The left strap of her nightgown was down and breast was hanging out, the nipple was rock-hard. Even more puzzling was the fact that her pillow was now sandwiched between her legs. After noticing this Helena rocked forward and discovered that she liked the feeling from the friction of her clit through her panties against the side of the pillow. She moved her lower body back in forth slowly, then picking up speed. Christies image, naked, came to her again. While keeping up the rocking motion Helena lowered the other strap and gripped both her breasts, messaging them in a circular motion. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm stirring and switched to squeezing on tugging on her nipples. She cried out as the tingling sensation she felt spread downward. The climax was so close now as fell backwards and tossed the pillow aside. Raising her skirt up to her waist, Helena touched her hand to her clit and rubbed furiously, until finally screaming in pleasure. The French woman left her hand where it was for the moment as and epiphany dawned on her. She had to contact Christie, she had to see her, and they had to settle their feelings.
Author's note:
Hope you enjoyed chapter 2. Chapter 3 is coming soon and will bring this tale to a conclusion. Fear not more tales will come about other yuri parings within the DOA universe. Again the girls of DOA are not my creation. This is simply a fanfic, if you don't like, don't read.