Um, hi, guys. It's...uh, it's been a while. :D (Cough cough...approximately five months.)
So this has been sitting on my email for a while, staring at me. I originally wrote it for Sylver - a gift while I was amidst my Victiorian-era obsession - but I figure you guys deserve a little something-something. So, enjoy! This is a total, complete drabble, with no plotline or point; it is AU, Victorian-era, Kori/Rae deliciousness. Ah, and a side note, because I value your purity of mind: If girl-on-girl isn't your thing, by all means, read no further. If it is, then have fun. :)
Love and apologies for the drought,
Phina
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Rachel twirled gracefully, her palms locked tight with Kori's. Their faces were perhaps too close – cheeks separated by eyelashes and breathy giggles – but their movements were giddily beautiful and no one dared stop them. Kori's eyes glittered like borrowed jewels.
"We are not quite proper, are we?" she whispered into Rachel's neck as they waltzed. The other girls glanced over, suspicion making nests in their eyes. A tiny blonde laughed behind her hand and murmured delicate little scandals into the ear of another.
The room whirled dizzily, a Catherine wheel of a dancefloor, and Rachel had to remember to breathe before answering.
"I think not," she whispered back, finally, a warm flush shuddering down her back, blazing red where Kori's fingertips splayed brazenly across her spine. "But we were never meant to fit inside boxes, were we?"
Kori eyed the girls swaying around them, maintaining a careful three inches between their chests. She tossed her swathe of scarlet curls and vined around Rachel until their arms became one and their lashes dusted butterfly kisses against their cheeks."Most definitely not."
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Later, after the murmurs of the dance lesson had faded to a gentle rustling among the foliage, Rachel rapped at Kori's bedroom door.
"Are you decent?" Rachel called from the hallway, her voice pitched low and unintentionally sensuous.
"Am I ever, when you are around?"
There was a birdsong laugh, and Rachel opened the door, only to lean sumptuously against it. Kori smiled. Rachel was but half-dressed in a cotton shift and stockings, her corset laced so tightly that her pale half-moon breasts strained at the seams. It was a shocking contrast to Kori's own ball gown – shimmering emerald silk with a prim neckline and a waterfall of slick skirts – which was draped ceremoniously across the bed.
Kori turned so that Rachel could tighten her corset laces, wincing only slightly as her ribs crk-creaked. "Aiming to impress, are we?" she asked, winded, with a glance to Rachel's bare chest. "I daresay your mother would have a fit to see the state of your corset."
Rachel tugged a little harder on the straps, but allowed herself a tiny smile and kissed Kori's jaw briefly. "I only care to impress one woman, and she's a far cry from my mother."
"Am I not as good as a mother?" Kori asked, mischievously. "I care for you, at the very least."
Rachel's eyebrows curved upwards, her face amused. "You're a better mother than she in many ways. But you've never tucked me into bed." She drifted to Kori's vanity table and dabbed a hint of rose-essence to the pulse-point of her wrist. "Never made me clothes, or fed me when I was ill."
Kori turned; traced patterns on Rachel's half-exposed breast with her pinky finger. Glowing, glimmering patterns. "Well," she said softly, letting the words turn dark and smoky in her mouth, "there is one similarity between the two of us." Rachel tilted her head up and Kori kissed her way down her throat, and Kori had to concentrate hard to string words together. "She's not the only one to see you naked."
Rachel's eyes darkened with desire – she scrabbled at the pearly cords of Kori's corset, ripping it from her lover's tanned back. Her own half-exposed chest blushed only slightly as Kori kissed her way to the warm place between her breasts; and, green silk dress be damned, they fell together onto the rumpled bed, and thought no more.