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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Pocket_Monsters_|_Pokemon_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Iris_/_Shannon/Shobu
  Character:
      Iris_(Pokemon), Shannon/Shobu_(Pokemon)
  Additional Tags:
      High_School_AU, Mentions_of_Masturbation, Fingering, First_Person
  Collections:
      Femslash_February
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-20 Words: 2994
****** Prompt 12: Fingering ******
by Rat2rrj
Summary
     Iris and Shobu find themselves locked after hours in a closet and
     events snowball from there.
"I-Iris?" I stutter, realization dropping into my stomach. "I think we're
locked in." I hear her inhale sharply.
"Umm, all I have is my gym clothes for us to lay on, but better than nothing."
I nod before remembering she can't see me.
"Yeah, that's good." Unresolved sexual tension is hitting me in waves, I
realize.
I love this girl, my best friend, and we're gonna be sleeping pretty much
squished together in this dark closet.
I hear her shuffling around in her backpack for her gym stuff.
"Since you've got that thin dress, I'll give you my shirt, ok? I'll take my
shorts."
Oh my Reshiram I'm gonna die. I'll be breathing in her special scent all night.
She'll be right here, next to me. This is both all I've ever wanted and all
I've ever feared. I've wanted to sleep with her somewhat like this since middle
school.
I'm worried though. Does she even like girls? How will she react when I tell
her I like her? How can I tell her and keep our friendship intact?
I accept the shirt when I feel it against my arm, curling up and snuggling into
it after I put it on my backpack.
To my shock, I feel her thick hair press against my back. "This ok?" Oh, it's
more than just ok.
"Uh, yeah." I just wanna hold her...
I have to restrain a whimper, or else I'll sound whiny. She hates when people
act immature... I can't take how slow these minutes are passing.
"I-Iris?" I squeak, pretty much desperate for conversation.
"Hmm?" Luckily, she doesn't sound annoyed, or too tired.
"D-do you like anyone?" The moment of silence nearly stops my heart.
"I like a buncha people, Shobu! Why do you ask?" I exhale. Wrong kind of
liking, beautiful.
"I mean, like like." I hope I'm not painfully obvious.
"Umm, a couple people, why?" She sounds a bit more reflective.
-
"U-uh, like who?" That whimper really wants to come out. She shuffles again.
"W-why do you want to know? Is there someone you like?" That stutter would be
adorable if the person of my affections wasn't laying next to me.
"Umm!" I squeak once more, feeling her sit up and turn my way. I rise to meet
her question, but aside from that 'umm' I can't seem to make a sound. My mouth
opens and closes like a carp. I swallow, heart throbbing in my ears. Trembling,
I launch forward with a small gasp, overwhelmed with the need to close the
distance between us.
Oh her lips. Mine twitch in response to the texture of hers. Am I doing this
right? This is my first, after all. I'm afraid to touch her, she's not moving.
I pull away, panting lightly from nerves and shivering at her lack of response.
Say something, holy Reshiram girl!
"S-sorry, dark" is all I can muster. I shut my eyes tightly, convinced I just
screwed up the night and our years-long friendship in one fell swoop.
I'm not prepared for a soft "mmmpf" as she kisses the side of my cheek near my
lips. I start as she finds the metaphoric bullseye, gently encircling my
shoulders in a hug. Oh Iris...
She toys with my hair briefly, periodically breaking for air before launching
into another warm kiss. I make breathy sounds with each meeting, arms around
her neck in return. Can this night never end?
As we break fully to gulp air, she rubs my neck in a vague pinching motion. I
moan softly at this, fully enjoying her touch as I press several kisses into
her cheek. We still haven't said anything since I first kissed her, and I'm too
nervous to try.
-
Her hands pinch downward along my spine, cool gooseflesh rising and a heat
tightening within me. Our knees bump as she pulls me closer. She grips my lower
back. I hum in response. I feel my mind slow while my heart speeds up.
Her abrupt change to circular finger motions through my dress makes me
straighten quickly. "Shobu?" she asks, and I can imagine the concern in her
expressive brown eyes.
"Hmm?" The warmth in me heats up with the closeness of our bodies now.
"You keep making those little sounds, I'm not hurting you am I?" I would
giggle, but I know her question's serious.
"It means it feels good, and I like it." This feeling is part full-stomach-of-
soup-before-bed and part I'm-warm-now,-wanna-feel?
I nuzzle her, but before I can kiss again, she covers my mouth with a hand.
"Sh-Shobu?" I promptly freeze; Iris never sounds that nervous.
"Uh-huh?" I egg her on gently. She inhales before continuing.
"Remember the time I told you about reading that one story about the Dragon-
people that was... You know? I... I feel warm like that now." I recalled her
interest in stories about that show, and about that one in particular. She had
called me, as nervous as she was right now, attempting to share her confusing
experience and make sense of it.
"What did you do? Like, to make the warmth better?" I feel her sigh, turning to
face away from me with burning cheeks.
"I Umm... I... touchedwhatwasreallywarmtomakeitgoaway." I blink in embarrassed
shock, unsure whether we could talk about such a thing. Yet, here we are,
alone, warm, and best friends, talking where no one can or will hear us. We
might as well.
"You don't hafta feel weird Iris, I've heard a bunch of people do that." I know
I have, I mentally add.
"O-oh?" She's stuttered so much tonight, more than I've heard in the years I've
known her. "Do you? I mean, not about stories like that...?" She holds the
question open for me. I take it.
"Yeah, a couple of times. Umm, do you like anything?" I can guess that moment
of silence signals confusion before the flood of understanding.
"Mostly just umm, one spot I guess." I feel her press her fingertips together
above my dress. I would offer to help, but that'd be a bit weird. Eh, nothing
can be weirder than tonight.
"Anything I can do?" She stills her fingers to think. The way her back moves
away from me implies she has an embarrassing idea.
"Maybe we could... Uh..." She pauses to swallow.
"Takeoffourclothessinceitsabitwarminhere?" I kiss her slowly, rubbing her sides
through her shirt. She moans softly, copying my movements and relaxing against
me. In my wild imagination, she was always the one who knew more about
relationships and touchy-feely stuff than me, but she reminds me now just how
much of a mask her at school cockiness is and how she's just like me: an
embarrassed girl who doesn't really know what she's doing but is willing to try
things out.
I still haven't told her I like her yet. I should do that.
"Iris?" Her nip on my jaw acknowledges my question.
"I- I'm not just saying this because I feel good and we're here like this
but... Iris I really like you!"
-
Iris stops her nipping and moves herself to face me.
"You... You do?" Is that hope?
"I, yeah. We... We've been friends for years now, and the more I get to know
you... The more I... The more I'd like to date you." There, my feelings are out
in the open now. Come what may, I have no regret.
"Shobu? You know, this means I'll have to talk to my other friends a bit more
if I want to get you presents and stuff right? But for a while now I uh... I've
wanted the same." I haven't smiled this hard since Iris took me swimming that
one time. So looked so gorgeous, she was so happy... And it was just us. Any
heat that had ebbed during our conversation rushed back in full force.
"You have?" What is this feeling? It's like tenderness, need, and happiness all
rolled into one. Is this love?
"Mmhmm." She starts kissing my face again and I melt.
"Iris? What happened in that story?" She laughs, pulling me closer when I sigh.
"Oh, now you wanna know? Why?" I rub at her ribs again.
"We're both really warm right now, and maybe..." She snorts playfully.
"Well, it was a guy and a girl in that story... I don't know how we'll work
with that." My vertical motions on her sides grow circular.
"How about we just start doing things that feel good? And tell each other about
what's good or not?" I start when she moves my hands away from her rising
shirt.
"Sounds good to me."
-
This is alternately not fair and overwhelming at the same time. The darkness
prevents me from seeing anything, yet it won't do anything to prevent touch.
She pulls me close, lapping at my neck while yanking down her skirt and
leggings. Hesitantly I hold her waist, admiring the skin I can at last stroke
intimately.
"Shobu?" she breaths, twitching at my touch.
I hmm quietly.
"Can I... take off your dress?" I lift my arms slowly in response. The fabric
slips off my body easily, exposing me to a slight chill that Iris promptly
takes care of when she straddles my lap. We're both in our underwear, I finally
notice. This seems so surreal.
My fingers graze her sides, up until the border of her sports bra. I freeze
briefly.
"Uh-umm," I begin, "What now?" She grips my shoulders steadily.
"What do you want to do?" I'm not really sure, I don't really know how same-sex
sex works, especially between girls. I feel something wet in my panties and I
twitch in surprise. Iris tenses.
"What?" I pat her side soothingly, cupping her ribs.
"Nothing to worry about, I think. Just uh, what did your story say about
wetness between a girl's legs?" I flush at the words, but I wanna know. She
giggles shyly.
"Oh, you're there already huh?" I press a kiss into her neck to get her back,
and playfully bite at some skin lightly.
Her prompt straightening and loud moan startle me from my work. She pants and
shivers.
"Shobu? Can you do that again? But... harder?"
-
I nod under her jaw, deciding to tease with breath and kisses before I bite
again. She whimpers, gripping me tightly. After deciding the best place to
leave a bruise so she can cover it tomorrow, I sink my teeth into the skin
above her collarbone.
She screams, nails digging into my shoulders as I soothe the mark with a lick
before glancing up.
"Iris?! Was that too hard?" She moans again, fingers rubbing my hips.
"N-no... So good Shobu... Ahhh." She starts sucking on my shoulder when I
swallow bashfully. She bites me gently, and I vaguely wonder why I don't react
as strongly. It makes the warm feeling grow, still. Maybe it's just an Iris
thing to like biting.
Soft fingertips slip into the top of my panties, and I turn a few degrees. "Y-
yes?" I chuckle.
"Can I touch here?"
"Can I?" I counter jokingly, and she laughs as we peel down each other's
underwear.
I'm not sure how far I can touch her butt without it reaching rude territory,
so I settle with gripping and releasing her hipbones. Her next noise sounds
like one of enjoyment. Her hands massage down my legs to my knees. I grin into
her neck.
"Shobu? You still wet?" I nod, slightly chilled between the legs but I'm not
complaining.
"Uh, I am too. I've tried something like the next step once, but I might like
it more if you bite me again." She pauses to relish the memory before
continuing. If we get to do this again, I'll see where she likes being bitten
the most. …I shouldn’t think about that too hard yet.
"Uh... It's like... fingers. Moving between your legs. You ok with that?" she
continues.
"Mmhmm," I groan, a sudden urge to snuggle overwhelming me for a few moments.
I'm throbbing now, and I bet she is too. This is kind of exciting.
I think I'm ready for this. I pause my motions on her hips.
"I'm ready," I murmur.
I hear her swallow, whatever she's planning taking up more seconds of me
wanting her. Her skin is a bit sweaty; I lick her shoulder and smile as she
bucks her hips suddenly.
She rubs my thighs firmly but gently, determined not to tickle. My smile widens
as I imagine her look of concentration.
I start gripping her hips again when she lightly rubs my folds.
-
I groan at the touch, foreign because she's doing it yet familiar because I
have a few times. I shiver and my legs want to close on her hand.
I sigh her name when she finds where I like to stroke.
"Like this?" she whispers. My thighs flex and she rubs faster, circular motions
mixing with slow flicks. The sensitivity of the area makes me whine, but thank
goodness Iris doesn't care about that at this point.
When her hand leaves my shoulder, I tug at her ear gently with my teeth. Thank
goodness she doesn't stop, she just slows. "Whatcha gonna do now?"
"Umm, this is when I want you to bite me hard, Shobu." I scrunch my brow in
confusion before realization hits me like a door to the face.
She's going to touch herself too.
Holy Reshiram.
"Like, a bunch of small bites or a few big ones?" I try not to express how I’m
taking this realization.
"Umm, small? Or, a few big ones that become small eventually, but fast?" I
nuzzle her cheek.
"Ok, tell me when."
"Now." Oh I love this girl that knows what she wants.
I chew her collarbone roughly as her pants start. I blush about the time I
realize that she's still trying to touch me at the same time.
Her pants are quicker now, but I wanna help somehow.
"Iris, I'll help you?" I swirl a finger against her shoulder as I collect my
thoughts.
"You already are," she sighs. I try again.
"I mean, in you?"
"You'd do that?" Her voice sounds like she's swimming in a fog, not yet the
clouds that mark the end of a rush.
"Of course Iris, you want it any particular way?" Not sure whether she wants my
fingers the same way she wants my teeth or an ease up to that level.
"I'll guide your hand." Her slow movements against my folds are driving me up
the wall when she grabs my wrist.
I manage to slip in slowly, but she's so ready and wet it might not matter.
"Curl your fingers a bit and point them upish," Iris requests. I nod and do so.
I jerk my fingers to the spot once. By that time, hers slip into me in return.
I yelp, more in shock than pain, but my love still stops in her tracks.
"Did that hurt?!" She stopped moving her hand, and I take stock of what I'm
feeling.
Warm wetness around my two fingers, the fullness of hers between my legs, her
breath on my neck. No real pain.
"No, I'm ok. Just start slow? And how do you like it?" She lets out a breath as
tenseness eases from between us.
"Ok, and it's... nice." I smile at her choice of words and begin my movements
again as she echoes them.
-
Swallowing again, I start panting.
 
Her fingers… This is better than many things I’ve tried, not that I’ve tried
much. Mostly just one spot like Iris.
She presses against an area in me and I muffle a squeak. That felt very much
like what she asked for earlier.
“I-I…mmm,” I start, shoulders relaxing with a shiver. I’m hotter now than
anytime before and now I’m ready to speed things up a bit.
-
Gripping her shoulder, I bite the crease of her neck and thrust a bit harder.
She yelps and returns the speed.
I listen to her quick gulps of breath, hazy that I’m the one causing her to
make those noises. My heart pounds in my ears. This heady feeling is
intoxicating.
“Mmm Shobu, bite me,” she whines. I nod quickly and nip again, finding air
difficult to get enough of as I climb some kind of incline.
“You… climbing?” I pant, needing to know if she’s around the same place I am.
This is… I wish I could find words. She needs to be here with me too, oh
Reshiram. There’s… this… I…
I pump faster, as does she. I barely notice the sweat trickling down my back,
but I do hear her labored squeals. I hope they mean the same thing mine do.
With a jolt, I hit whatever the top of that hill was and yell as I fall over
it. Iris screams too, how far after or before me I can’t tell.
We don’t stop completely, but we do slow our movements. I hug her closer with
my free arm. She kisses my shoulder slowly, moving up my neck. I shiver with a
grin.
“Iris?” I breathe. She ‘hmm’s and I unconsciously begin rocking with her.
“That… was amazing.” I almost roll my own eyes at the cliché, but I mean it.
While the… sex was great, Iris by herself outranks the movements. She seems as
happy and satisfied as I am. I nuzzle again.
With a stretch, she moves off my lap and fumbles around for her clothes. I
mimic her actions. Iris pauses when she collects and redresses in her things.
“Shobu?” she yawns, “Wanna sleep now?” I yank my dress back over my head and
grin to myself. There’s no anger, no fear, only love.
“I’d love to. Night Iris.” My lover tugs her backpack behind her and wraps me
in a hug. I settle close to her, and drift off to the sounds of her beating
heart and even breathing.
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