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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Gilmore_Girls
  Relationship:
      Rory_Gilmore/Lane_Kim
  Character:
      Rory_Gilmore, Lane_Kim
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, High_School, Porn_Battle
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-05 Words: 1181
****** My Heart is High Above ******
by presentpathos
Summary
     Lane comes over every day after school to listen to music.
Notes
     Written for a femslash_today porn battle in February 2010. The prompt
     was Gilmore Girls, Rory/Lane, Black Hole Sun.
Lane comes over every day after school to listen to music. They make s'mores,
lay on Rory's bed and listen to cds, everything from Prince to the Shins but
never Celine Dion. Lately they've added another activity to the afternoon
ritual, kissing.
“Look, all I'm saying is can't we put on something a little more, I don't know,
romantic this afternoon?” Rory blushes when she talks about it, even when it's
just the two of them (It's always just the two of them; this is more secret
than the things she keeps hidden under the floor.) Lane thinks it's probably
the prettiest thing she's ever seen.
“Rory, there's nothing unromantic about grunge. Haven't you seen Singles?” Lane
smiles and gently pulls Rory down to the bed. “C'mon I have to be home in a
couple of hours.”
Rory flops down on the bed and reaches out to brush Lane's hair aside. She
gently cups her face and pulls her forward until their lips meet. Lane can't
get over how good it feels, kissing Rory. Her mouth warm and sweet, her tongue
electric; Lane craved it all day now. It's like Christmas, Thanksgiving and
Patti Smith's birthday rolled into one magnificent feeling.
Lane's hand moves off Rory's waist and up her chest without her even thinking
about it. Rory gasps when her hand grasps her breast and Lane smiles into their
kiss. She massages Rory's breast a little and Rory whimpers, sucks Lane's
tongue deep into her mouth. Rory's hand on her own breast brings Lane back into
the moment and wow, it feels so good, she has to have more.
Rory's eyes are glassy, her lips swollen and shiny with their combined lip
glosses. She makes this little noise, it's a kind of a whimper, kind of a moan,
and reaches up to cup Lane's breasts. Lane can feel her nipples push against
Rory's hands and fuck, she has to feel this too.
Lane starts playing with the buttons on Rory's shirt, looks down at her full of
want. Rory sighs as Lane's hands slide under her shirt, caressing the skin of
her stomach. Lane pops a button and looks at Rory again, who nods. Lane makes
short work of buttons, spreads Rory's shirt and slides her hands up, over the
softness of her belly, trips her fingers along her ribs and slips underneath
her bra.
They both gasp as Lane's finger tips roll her pebble hard nipple. Rory reaches
up and pulls Lane down again, mashes their mouths together, kissing her with
open-mouthed desire. Lane's other hand, for want of anything to do skips back
down Rory's torso and goes back to caressing the skin just above the waist of
her skirt. Her hips twitch and she makes these breathy little sounds that just
make her want to...she's not even sure.
Rory pushes them up and Lane moves from lips to neck, kissing down it to Rory's
clavicle, outlining it with her tongue. Rory lets out a breathy gasp and starts
pulling at the hem of Lane's t-shirt.
“Want to feel your skin.”
Suddenly they're topless together, she can feel the heat and the dampness of
Rory's skin against her own and she just has to taste it. Lane kisses her way
down Rory's body, stopping to take a nipple in her mouth while she twists the
other between her fingers, can't resist flicking her tongue over the spot in
the hollow of her hips where she knows Rory is ticklish. Toying with the pin
still holding Rory's kilt together she looks up from where she's come to a stop
between Rory's thighs, asking with her eyes what's she's unable to ask with her
voice.
Rory's no more able to say it than Lane is, just nods and looks at her with
wide, wide eyes. Lane slips the pin, spreads the kilt open and fuck she looks
so pretty, all alabaster and smooth, like a painting.
Rory laid back on the mattress and sighed as Lane's hand gently rubbed across
her stomach. She tugs at her underwear and Rory lifts her hips to help her
slide it off. She blushes when Lane flat out stares at her naked body, grabs
her arms and pulls her level, kisses her deep and hard.
Lane's hands don't know what to do. With one she grabs Rory's breast, massages
it between their bodies while the other slides down her body, tracing her rib
cage to her hip bone and then-
Rory was wet, really wet, wetter than Lane thought was possible. She'd never
gotten more than this thinner-than-water sort of fluid in her own private
experimentation. This was thick, but not really, and slippery. This was like
water but better, smooth and hot, this was for her.
Rory's clit was so hard and swollen, Lane had it between her index and middle
finger. She rubbed it up and down, loving the way Rory felt, hard and soft at
the same time.
“Don't stop it feels like,” her breath caught in her throat, “I'm on fire.”
Lane pressed her finger a little harder against her and kept of the motion
against her clit. Rory's hips started to move, and she pulled Lane's mouth down
for a ragged kiss. Lane attacked her mouth, and as Rory's hips moved faster, so
did her hand, matching the motion. Her hips jumped and Lane watched this
gorgeous flush of color rush up her neck to her face. Her hips jumped again and
came up off the bed, and suddenly Lane slid inside. They both groaned loudly.
Now she was inside her, and it was soft and hot, it was pulling, holding and
sliding on Lane's fingers, and it was the most erotic sensation She'd ever had,
gliding inside her. Instinctively she pressed up and the rhythm between them
increased in speed and Lane was moving within her, smooth and slick. Rory
strained against her as they moved together, and she lavished hot, open-mouthed
kisses on her neck.
Once more she brought her mouth back to mine and they kissed frantically while
her body and Lane's fingers moved within and without her. Rory's back arched,
then relaxed, arched again and held while the soft heat inside her gripped me
with such incredible strength Lane could feel her own clit throb.
“Lane, God,” she gritted out, one last flick of her tongue between Lane's lips,
one last push against her hand, sliding her deep within her. Rory held that
tension a bit longer, then released it. Her hips stilled and her body relaxed.
Lane kissed her gently on the mouth, slowly pulled her hand out and away. She
couldn't figure out what to do with her wet hand, wanted so much to stick her
fingers in her mouth, savor the taste. Or maybe it would be gross and she'd
make a face, ruining the moment. She covertly wiped them on the sheets.
Rory's eyelids fluttered as she stared up at Lane. “Okay,” she sighed, “I guess
you make a pretty cogent argument for Black Hole Sun being a love song.”
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