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works/271984.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Kairi/Naminé
  Character:
      Kairi_(Kingdom_Hearts), Namine
  Additional Tags:
      Self-cest, Romance, Surreal, Community:_kink_las, Clone_Sex, Background
      Polyamory
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-11-02 Words: 999
****** Mirror Dance ******
by Letterblade
Summary
     When another piece of yourself sleeps inside you, looking in the
     mirror can be a strange experience.
Notes
     Written for round 9 of Kink LAS: sixty-nine. Winner for that round.
Summer evenings are long and slow on Destiny Islands, with the heat of the sun
fading in the salty wind from the ocean, the sky painted blood orange and plum,
and the air heady with orchids and birds of paradise. The world is soaked with
beauty like a sponge, Kairi thinks, and the slightest motion wrings it out,
dripping, to dribble over whatever lies beneath its skies. She's alone in her
room, windowshades open and lamps off, as the sun slips behind the sea, and her
schoolbooks and jewelry boxes and sponge-painted walls all glow.
She sits, naked, and watches herself in her mirror.
She'd gotten it, gilt-framed and larger than her, when she'd come home from the
World that Never Was with her Nobody inside her. Her shadow, reflection, other
self--she could never quite describe what Naminé was. Only that with Naminé
curled inside her heart, they were complete. They were each other and
themselves, all at once, and sometimes, in her mirror, she'd see Naminé instead
of Kairi, Naminé's plain white room instead of Kairi's colorful walls.
Now, in the late sunset, she sees herself, Kairi. She's been doing this a lot
these days, because her body's changing, new-blossoming, strange and magical.
Lean muscle in her island-tan arms, from Keyblade training. Breasts larger than
she remembered, nipples darker. The curve to her hips, the thick curl of auburn
hair between her legs. Glimpses of damp brown folds as she shifts and spreads
her legs.
"Hello, me," she whispers. She's high on beauty and more than a little turned
on, and her body looks new and enticing. Light glints pale off the mirror.
White walls and white ceiling and white flowers in a white vase. Snowdrops in
the fading summer heat. Kairi lets her head fall back, eyes half-lidded, as
reality blurs, and it isn't even alarming anymore, not really.
"Hello," Naminé whispers.
"Didn't mean to wake you up."
"No." Naminé ducks her head, blonde hair swinging, and Kairi isn't sure whether
it's happening in the real world, inside her heart, or nowhere at all, just
that Naminé's hair is soft and pale and could use a trim. "It's okay. It's
beautiful here." A pause, and a tiny, impish smile. "You're beautiful."
Kairi opens her eyes, and Naminé sits beside her on her bed, reflection
flickering, half-solid. Her skin's nearly white, ghost-pale next to Kairi's
tan. Naminé, who'd been locked alone in a windowless room for the first weeks
of her existence. Naminé, to whom freedom is a strip of sunlight on the floor.
Naminé, Kairi's learned, exists exactly as much as she wants to. Which, most of
the time, is barely at all. Folded into Kairi's heart, she'll never be alone
again, and if she loses pieces of her identity sometimes, well, being Naminé is
not always easy, or good. But here, now, in the darkness, she solidifies,
separate, but her slim hand is wrapped around Kairi's. Never alone.
Kairi turns, and looks into her face, and smiles.
When they kiss, Kairi can close her eyes and feel everything. Her own body,
Naminé's body, hands and lips; it's overwhelming, delicious, and they turn each
other inside out and join into one, reality flickering around them.
They look in their mirror, and Naminé slips out of her little white dress.
She's grown too, though her arms are thinner, paler, no muscle there. She's
slim, soft, cool to the touch. Nipples pale pink where Kairi's are dusky dark.
"May I?" Kairi asks softly, and Naminé laughs, and Kairi remembers touching
herself the other night, sliding hungry fingers over her breasts, between her
legs. Naminé thinks there isn't even a difference, and because she thinks that,
so does Kairi.
Curls damp under their fingers, and it doesn't matter whether they're blonde or
auburn. Naminé kisses her belly, kisses her legs, artist's hands soft and
teasing, and Kairi rolls on her back and tastes the sweat and musk on her own
thigh through Naminé's mouth, and--
Kairi had been wondering what it would feel like, and Naminé must have known.
Things aren't that serious with the boys yet--Riku's awkward, Sora's oblivious,
neither of them has ducked his head between her legs--and Naminé's mouth is
soft and wet, and pleasure sparks through her spine, slow and aching and more
intense than anything she's ever felt. Kairi moans, and Naminé echoes it,
humming against her body, and she can barely even think. Tugs at Naminé's legs
because something isn't perfect yet. Until she's sprawled atop her, Kairi's
hands on the curve of her thin waist, Kairi's tongue exploring. And maybe it's
the resonance, maybe it's just that Naminé's body is nothing but a magical
shadow of Kairi's, but they taste exactly the same. Tasting both. Feeling both.
A perfect circle, closed and pulsing, until time doesn't matter, until
everything is real, even Naminé.
One of them slips fingers inside the other and feels them inside herself. One
of them sucks, hard, and feels the intense pang of pleasure in her own body.
One of them digs fingers into her shuddering hips to hold herself still, cries
out nonsense, tastes warm sweet-salt spurting on her tongue, and it's one long
orgasm passed between them, resonating, each setting the other off until the
pleasure's so overwhelming that it hurts. Can't move, can't think. Darkness
blurring her vision. Sprawl exhausted in the tangled sheets. Wet spot under her
back.
Invisible hands draw damp patterns on her belly, and Kairi looks out at the
rising moon and strokes her own hair in the afterglow. Naminé will feel it, she
believes. Naminé will feel love and happiness; Naminé deserves to, just like a
real person. And if Kairi's belief is strong enough to bring Sora back from the
dead, it's strong enough for this. Nobodies can't feel anything, but Naminé
will feel love.
A pale ghost curls exhausted inside her heart, and Kairi looks at her darkened
mirror, and in her reflection, there is bliss.
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