Team GEMINI

Nameless: The Physical Attraction

Book 1

When The Unstoppable Force Collides With The Immovable Object

Chapter 2

Lay It On The Table


Four days had passed by since Nanoha and Fate settled their silly little lover's quarrel. The great battle over fluffy bunnies and ugly furniture ended with a bang, quite literally in fact. After all words were said and done with, Fate had gotten off of the bed and removed her spiky accessories along with her jacket. Nanoha waited patiently on the bed for Fate, but found that the defiant teenager was taking her sweet time. The tank top Fate wore rode up a little when she stretched her arms, exposing her tempting skin. Unable to take the teasing anymore, Nanoha grabbed ahold of Fate and slammed the girl against the wall, her head banging against it only to be pulled back into a forceful kiss. The lustful demon residing in Nanoha's mind was ordering her to allow all of her primal urges to consume her. Nanoha could care less that the bedroom window was open and that the little old lady and her grandson living across them had a bird's eye view of their passion—all she wanted was to take Fate and teach the blonde never to leave her side again. A yelp of surprise was drowned out by the deep kiss they shared; Fate was powerless to stop her insistent lover.

The kiss wasn't enough for Nanoha. She needed more and she wanted everything Fate had to give. It had been a week since Fate left in an angry stupor, and it had also been a week since Nanoha had any form of... release. Nanoha was like a crazed devil with the way she unbuckled Fate's pants, but she was a saint for forgetting where they were standing. In her excitement Nanoha had somehow forgotten that they were pressing themselves against a wall, so in the end Nanoha had banged her knee causing the mood to be ruined. Even after several days, the resulting bruise was still clearly visible.

Other than the rather embarrassing end to the argument, the days had gone by without anything happening too out of the ordinary. Fate went back to her fortress of solitude and Nanoha went back to her jaw-dropping movie collection—it was as if the fight never even took place. Everything was back to normal; even Fate's goldfish Bob was back to its special spot in the living room table swimming as happily as can be. Nanoha had given it a larger bowl as an apology for tossing the old one out.

Nanoha sat in her chair with her reading glasses on and a steaming cup of 'Maxwell's Hazelnut' coffee sitting before her on a coaster while she read her newspaper. On the other side of the coffee was a ham and mushroom omelet topped with some ketchup shaped as a heart; the omelet was eaten only around the heart. The paper Nanoha read was turned to the daily funnies for a brief moment before being flipped to the current affairs page. Reaching out for her coffee, Nanoha took a tentative sip to test the temperature before setting it back down with a frown on her face; the coffee was still too hot for her to fully enjoy. Beautiful han blue eyes looked up from the paper and into the bedroom for a mere moment before darting her attention back to the column at hand.

She wore a stylish black blazer atop her well-ironed, crisp red blouse that was held closed at the collar by a small black necktie, along with a knee-length black skirt with a slit up to mid-thigh and matching black pantyhose. Nanoha had her hair up in a neat bun held up by two pointed chopsticks and her bangs pushed to the right by the black hair clips Fate had given her as a 'no reason' gift. A loose strand of hair fell down over her eyes and grazed her lush lips in a tempting fashion. As she reached a certain portion of an article that gave her mixed emotions, Nanoha bared her teeth slightly and began to chew on her bottom lip—a nervous habit of hers that indicated that something troubling was on her mind.

"Aw crap... you have got to be kidding me." Fate growled to herself as she strode out of the bedroom. "You have seriously got to be kidding me..." she muttered again, her frustration making her actions brash and uncouth.

With half-lidded sultry eyes Nanoha gazed intently down at the newspaper, her expression emotionless in an attempt to hide her lewd thoughts. Her concentration was being quickly drawn away from the complicated words to the mental image of her well-endowed girlfriend struggling to put on her bra because her breasts had gotten even larger.

"God damnit!" Fate cursed with an angry sigh. Lifting her eyes up to look level at the frustrated teenager, Nanoha fought the urge to laugh at the younger girl's plight. A sharp glare from Fate caused Nanoha to jump back to her article that had lost most of its interest. After sucking her gut in and standing as straight as she could, Fate finally managed to get the supportive material on. Nanoha had snickered at the peculiar way Fate arched her back. With a nasty glare directed at Nanoha, Fate shouted, "This isn't a laughing matter!"

Nanoha burst out into laughter, her face hidden behind the open pages of the Uminari Times.

"I can hardly breathe in this, don't laugh!" Fate pouted cutely. It was times like these that made Fate actually seem like a regular teenager. "Seriously this isn't funny!" Fate exclaimed while crossing her arms across her chest, her tummy going taut as she breathed out heavily. "You can be so mean sometimes!"

Nanoha continued to laugh regardless.

"I just bought this bra last week..." Fate muttered to herself angrily as she stomped her way back into the bedroom she shared with Nanoha.

Nanoha stopped laughing.

As she watched Fate's retreating form, Nanoha muttered, "Just last week?" The paper slumped in her hands revealing the shocked expression Nanoha had on her beautiful face. "Just... last... week?!"

Minutes after the tomboyish Fate had disappeared into the tousled up bedroom, a stunning young lady who epitomized sophistication emerged in her place. Fate wore designer black-rimmed glasses that framed her face perfectly, bringing the attention up from her luscious lips to her rare falun colored eyes. Her hair that was normally wild and untamed was tied up in twin pigtails with pink ribbons; they were a gift from Nanoha for their first month anniversary and had become a favorite in Fate's wardrobe.

She had on a pleated navy blue skirt that was pulled up six inches above her knees, along with black knee-high socks that revealed but a mere two inches of supple alabaster skin . The tall, shapely girl wore an ivory white blouse with a navy blue tie around her neck, a matching blazer that went over the white blouse simultaneously covering most of the skirt. The hand that bore the dragon tattoo was masked by a silk white glove with the T.S.A.B's school logo embroidered on the back of the palm. The outfit Fate had on was the official T.S.A.B middle school A-Rank uniform—the uniform itself was an honor to see, let alone wear. The one prerequisite for the uniform was that wearer had to be in the top ten; Fate wore the uniform crested with the impressive notation of 'Rank 2'.

Nanoha's jaw went slack when she saw Fate in her uniform; she had seen this girlish look on Fate many times yet her girlfriend's striking beauty never failed to amaze her. Every time the sharp-tongued teenager transformed into the polite ladylike middle school student, Nanoha found herself feeling more and more like the old men she saw on the news branded as high-risk pedophiles.

"Pull any of that 'gokigenyou' crap on me and I'm kicking you out of the apartment," Nanoha barked sharply, her eyes narrowed towards Fate dangerously. "I mean it Fate-chan..."

Fate covered her mouth with her hand and giggled, she smiled at Nanoha as sweetly as she could as she said, "I wouldn't dare do that to you, Ms. Takamachi. That would be quite rude of me if I went against your wishes, would it not?"

A shiver ran up Nanoha's spine. "Can it with that pseudo British accent and speak Japanese!"

"Of course," Fate replied with a cotton candy sweet voice. "But as for the accent, I was raised in London for most of my life; I'm afraid it is something I cannot let go of so simply."

Shivering again, Nanoha said, "Hearing you speak so formally scares the crap out of me, you know that? You sound too much like Carim-chan. Next you'll be having me go to anime conventions with you."

"Haha, I know huh? But it's just so much fun to torment you like this," Fate confessed with a broad grin on her perfect face. She sauntered over to Nanoha, swaying her hips sensually with each graceful step she took and sat on the older woman's lap, her right arm draped over Nanoha's shoulders. "You have a school girl fetish don't you?"

"Excuse me, what?"

"Your face is all red, Nanoha… don't deny it. Seeing me in this shitty get-up turns you on." Fate growled huskily into Nanoha's ear, her warm breath causing goose bumps to appear on Nanoha's skin; Nanoha gulped and looked away.

"Admit it, Sensei," Fate urged, her breasts pressing up against Nanoha's body. "I. Turn. You. On." Each word Fate spoke in her seductive voice enticed the easily-flustered teacher to no end. Nanoha couldn't help herself from admiring the girl's mouth: her lush pink lips, carefully-applied lip gloss and the way her tongue licked her front teeth slowly during each pause. The combination of these things caused Nanoha to contemplate every aspect of her game plan with Fate—risk it to get the biscuit or fail to get tail.

"In your wet dreams, Blondie," Nanoha muttered, puffing her cheeks out in a huff.

Fate smirked and leaned in closer to her lover, her lips grazing Nanoha's ear lightly as she whispered, "I'm not wearing any panties right now." Her promiscuous words came out as nothing more than a nearly inaudible whisper, yet Nanoha unmistakably heard it. "Don't get my uniform dirty, okay?" Fate managed to say before Nanoha gave into the seduction and forced the girl on her lap into a passionate kiss.

'This is so wrong on so many levels,' Nanoha thought cynically as she kissed Fate, her tongue practically delving down Fate's throat. Forcing her left eye open, Nanoha stared up at the hanging clock. 'I'll finish this in fifteen minutes; any later and we'll both be late.'

"Mm..." Fate moaned, her gloved hand creeping up Nanoha's shirt slowly.

Urging Fate into a straddling position on her lap, Nanoha grinned into the kiss. With one hand wrapped tightly around the blonde's waist and the other up her shirt, her hand grabbed hold of the teenager's soft breast. Fate gasped out in pleasure and calmed down quickly when Nanoha released her hold on the sensitive flesh. They broke apart for air momentarily before resuming in another heated kiss.

Each lip lock was filled with lust and desire as their mouths continuously found each other, a tantalizing pace they both knew they couldn't continue—time was against them.

"Take me..." Fate whispered as she yanked on Nanoha's tie. "And don't tease me."

Nanoha looked into her lover's stunning red eyes and smiled sweetly. "I'm not the tease here, Ms. 'I'm not wearing panties'."

"Nya. Ha. Ha." Fate laughed, emphasizing each syllable teasingly as she grinded her hips against Nanoha's front. The deep desire she saw in Nanoha's eyes made her smile as she murmured, "This chair's too cramped for the both of us."

"Really? I rather like it," Nanoha snatched her coffee mug and placed it on the counter behind her. "Holding you close like this... really turns me on."

Going against Nanoha's wishes, Fate stood up from the chair, her hand still tightly holding onto Nanoha's tie. "Oh? But I think having more room to do things is much, much better," Fate replied, tilting her head mischievously as she yanked the tie, forcing Nanoha to stand up.

"Oh my…what are you doing?" Nanoha asked, getting more and more excited by the second. "Correction, where are we going?"

"Not too far..." Fate mumbled hazily as she propped herself onto the table, pulling Nanoha towards her. "Here is just fine."

Nanoha smirked and positioned herself in between Fate's slim legs, moving to hook both limbs comfortably around her waist. Fate smiled back at her and pulled Nanoha's body as close as she could with her thighs, their lips and bodies pressed up against each other as two pairs of hands wandered freely. The blonde haired teenager felt daring and moved her left hand to slither up the slit of Nanoha's skirt. A gasp of surprise made Fate chuckle—she startled Nanoha when her hand caressed the brunette's bottom.

"Mou, Fate-chan! Don't do that so suddenly!" Nanoha complained with a heavy blush on her face.

"Nyahaha?" Fate laughed as she pushed up her glasses to a more comfortable position.

"Oh, you're in for it now, Fate-chan. No one steals my laugh, not even you..." Nanoha muttered, her eyes narrowing into a feral glare.

Nanoha moved too quickly for Fate to follow, but when the sensations kicked in she threw her head back and moaned sensually as Nanoha suckled on her throat. With a hidden smile on her face, Nanoha looped an arm around Fate's waist and used her free hand to go slide up Fate's shirt once more. Soft fingertips crossed paths with the lacy Victoria Secret bra before the soft material slackened.

"Oh my God! Did you just undo the bra that took me ten minutes to put on?" Fate exclaimed, her face in shock.

"Um, no?" Nanoha answered innocently.

Fate frowned deeply. "You're putting that back on when we finish this."

"I'm sure I'll enjoy that quite a bit."

Fate initiated another kiss with her tongue grazing Nanoha's bottom lip, asking for permission to enter which the woman granted with a pleased moan. The kiss started out feverishly but slowed down to a crawl when Nanoha opened her eyes to glance at the clock. Breaking the kiss for the last time, Nanoha leaned in and left a chaste kiss on her young lover's soft lips; she didn't want their intimate session to end but they had to get going. Fate blushed and looked down at the ground, causing Nanoha giggle at her. "Let's get you to school, okay?"

"U-Un..." Fate mumbled shyly, her glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose.

Something about Fate wearing the school uniform always made her look like one of those sexy girls in a lesbian moe eroge. Fate would fill the role of the shy timid lover that would blush and look away after an innocent kiss on the lips, or the supportive best friend type who just happened to be in love with the main character; either one of those characters would have sufficed in describing Fate at this moment.

"Is the offer to put the bra back on still available?" Nanoha asked timidly, a small tint of pink on her cheeks. Fate nodded and inhaled deeply when both of Nanoha's hands trailed up her backside. "Baby, hold still..." Nanoha said, trying her best to keep Fate from squirming. "You're too ticklish, you know that?"

"Well it isn't my fault... you're touching me too softly," Fate replied, arching her back to allow Nanoha to grab hold of the bra straps. "Be a man, get rougher!"

Nanoha gagged. "Fate-chan, get your boobs out of my face! I can't breathe!"

"Then hurry up, this is embarrassing enough as it is!"

"I'm suffocating here!"

"Oh, you're just jealous," Fate retorted with a huff. "You wish you had a chest like mine."

Nanoha rolled her eyes and said, "Mmhmm, come back and tell me that twenty years from now."

"You'll still love me right?" Fate asked cutely.

A small 'click' was heard, signaling to the two that the bra was successfully hooked together. Nanoha smiled at said, "Only if you'll still have me."

Freeing herself from her lover's embrace, Fate flashed Nanoha a smile and hopped off of the dining table, mindful of her miniskirt as she walked back into the bedroom. Some audible rustling sounds, a few curses and the sound of a body hitting the floor came from the other room. Shortly after the 'thud', Fate had shouted, "Nanoha, I found your panties from last night." Nanoha blushed furiously and shouted back, "Really? What about your bra, did you find it during your trip?" Fate laughed out sarcastically but within a minute, Fate walked out looking exactly the same, save for a deeper blush, neater hair and a very faint limp.

"Hm, what did you need in there?" Nanoha asked, taking a small sip of her coffee. "Your brain?" she added with a smirk.

Fate rolled her eyes and replied, "No, I left my virginity in there a while back but now I can't find it. Did you see it by any chance?"

"Yeah, it should be beside the rest of your bullshit." Nanoha retorted as she lazily tossed her morning paper onto the table. "Now really, what'd you need to find?

"N-Nothing really, I just had to find my underwear."

Nanoha was dumbfounded, "You were serious about not wearing panties?" Fate nodded her head shyly. "But why!?"

"You mean you never checked?" Burgundy eyes looked away with a wry expression. "I was hoping for a bit of a quickie before school. You were thinking the same thing too, so don't pretend it didn't cross your mind."

"Okay you caught me, but we should get going. I don't want you to be late for school. If you are, Carim-chan's going to butcher me and serve me as Friday's mystery meat." Nanoha hastily grabbed hold of her coffee mug and downed whatever was left of its contents, wincing in pain when she realized the liquid was still too hot to drink. One thing was for sure—she was grateful for her smudge free lipstick. "Come on Bumblebee," Nanoha called as she reached out and grabbed hold of Fate's hand. "To the Nano-mobile!"

"Can we set the pedo-mobile to convertible? I wanna get that windblown look." Fate asked politely.

"We can do that as long as you stop calling it the pedo-mobile!" Nanoha shouted back playfully.

Fate found herself getting dragged out the front door, stumbling behind her coffee-buzzed girlfriend. "S-Slow down Nanoha! I'll trip on you if you don't slow down!"

Fate tried to warn her girlfriend, but the exhilarated look on her youthful face said otherwise. "Mou, Nanoha listen to me!"

Looking back, Nanoha grinned. "Fine, then I'll just have to pick up the pace!"

"Nanoha, that wasn't what I meant!" Fate yelped as Nanoha began to run down their apartment corridor at a faster speed.

On the way to the 'Nano-mobile', Fate had tripped over Nanoha a total of three times—each fall had resulted in a rather awkward yet erotic position. The first fall had Fate on top of Nanoha who was face-down; the second had Fate in the bottom, her hands strewn above her head with both her skirt and shirt riding up, and Nanoha's left hand on Fate's breast; the third fall however was the most embarrassing of all three. Coincidentally, they had an audience that time around. An average-looking guy in his late forties wearing a 'Naruto' t-shirt had spotted the two in the hallway, pulling out his cell phone to take a wonderful photo of Nanoha on top of Fate. The lovers were locked in an accidental kiss with Fate's skirt riding up, revealing the lacy black panties underneath. Even Nanoha's skirt had ridden up a bit because of the way her leg was positioned.

"I can't believe that perverted retard!" Nanoha roared angrily, kicking the tire of the old red Ford F150 that was parked conveniently beside her Lexus IS C.

"It was your fault after all..."

"Shut up," Nanoha barked as she inserted her key into the driver's side car door. "That man had no right to take a picture of you."

"He took a picture of you too, y'know."

"I know but still," Nanoha huffed. "He took a picture of something that belonged to me without my permission."

Fate smiled at Nanoha's possessiveness and kissed the older woman just before she had gotten into the car. "He deleted it okay? You made sure of that..."

"I snapped his phone in half, of course he deleted it." Nanoha smirked as she got into the driver's seat and unlocked Fate's side.

Rolling her eyes, Fate walked over to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. Nanoha had gotten unusually quiet as Fate slid in next to her. Piercing duke blue eyes watched attentively as Fate reached out for the small black velvet box sitting on the dashboard.

A finely-shaped eyebrow quirked as Fate inspected the box curiously. She tilted it up, titled it to the side and tilted it down before bringing it right side up. The look of curiosity in Fate's eyes made Nanoha's heart flutter anxiously. Fate showed the box innocently to Nanoha who just looked away with her face completely flushed. The muffled click of metal on metal sounded within the otherwise silent space as the lock mechanism snapped open. Nanoha braced herself for Fate's reaction, but was greeted by the sound startled gasp.

"Nanoha, is this...?" Fate quietly mumbled, her eyebrows creasing together as she looked back and forth between the embarrassed brunette and the velvet box.