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If there's something Kalie can be absolutely certain about, it’s that she doesn't like Lemon; not in the slightest bit.
From the moment they met, Kalie had hated her guts; always the goody-two-shoes, always saying things she shouldn't. It's better for certain secrets to stay secrets, but apparently, Lemon was too much of an airhead to understand that most people would rather have their privacy respected. Or was it that Lemon was simply not familiar with that concept at all? Kalie had started to suspect that was the case; she found it difficult to picture that dimwitted girl telling even just a white lie.
Then there was the matter of her gaze: Kalie was used to being looked down on; in fact, she considered it preferable, for the weaker her opponent assumed her to be, the easier it would be for her to get the upper hand and crush them later. Yet Lemon didn't look at her like that, no—it wasn't a condescending look; it was one of genuine compassion, without a trace of malice behind it. Whenever she caught the other girl staring at her, Kalie had the impression that she didn't see her as the evil witch from a fairytale that was slowly boiling the child she intended to eat in a cauldron, but as the naive child who had fallen victim to the witch's deception instead, following her into her gingerbread house out of their own volition at the promise of a sweet treat.
It was irritating, to say the least—being on the receiving end of someone’s good will. Kalie was ill-equipped to handle an emotion that wasn't destructive; whether the source of that emotion was herself or another.
And if Kalie doesn't resist when Lemon suddenly pushes her against the wall—face close enough for her warm breath to tickle her as those big, round eyes that appear to stare right into her soul closely watch the subtle changes in her expression—it’s not because Kalie likes her now, but simply because she's grown to dislike her less than she used to.
Lemon places her hands on Kalie's shoulders, which she gently squeezes in an reassuring gesture once she notices how tense the other girl is. The sleeves of Kalie's jacket wrinkle under her touch; a single layer of fabric separating the skin from Lemon's fingers when they close around her arms.
Then, she leans in to kiss her.
Kalie is initially fazed by this action; a yelp caught in her throat when their mouths clash together without any grace. Lemon’s tongue pokes her tightly shut lips a moment later; tentatively, as though Lemon doesn't fully know how this is supposed to be done either and is merely letting her instincts guide her.
Kalie is also surprised to find herself responding to the awkward kiss; arms thrown around Lemon while a moan escapes her at the sensation of the other’s tongue sliding against her own. This appears to please Lemon, whose hands run down Kalie's back before she hugs her around the waist, bringing their bodies closer together.
Kalie is disheveled by the time Lemon pulls back; visibly flustered and with her lips glossy from the deep kiss. Lemon, on the other hand, appears perfectly composed; her face as inexpressive as ever—a pond covered by a thin layer of ice that prevents ripples for forming on its surface. Kalie is confident that even if she had a thousand attempts to try to guess what's going through her mind, she would fail every single one of them.
She thinks that's irritating too, as well as slightly frightening.
She wonders if that's what makes it so exciting.
“What's gotten into you?” questions Kalie with a dry laugh; putting on a confident front to conceal her embarrassment. At the same time, she brings her fist to her mouth, wiping the spit off the corner bashfully.
Lemon, who was watching her in silence, blinks twice, appearing to come off a trance at the sound of her voice. She then reaches for her hand, which he holds between hers. "Lemon is doing what Kalie wants her to do,” she replies, dropping a light kiss on the other girl's knuckles.
Kalie feels her blood run cold the moment Lemon makes the statement that confirms her one greatest fear; color draining from her face at the same time she breaks into a cold sweat.
Of course—how could she have been as arrogant as to believe she would be able to hide something from Lemon?
Lemon, who had brought the dark past that Kalie had spent the entire tournament trying to bury back to surface without needing to put any effort into it. Kalie should have known by then that there was no use keeping anything from her; that before Lemon, her heart was as good as bare. Her eyes would see right through any mask she wore in her clumsy attempt to disguise the ugliness of her real self.
Perhaps noticing Kalie’s distress, Lemon steps back just slightly so as not make her feel cornered. She releases her hand, reaching for her face instead, then runs her fingers along the smooth skin; carefully, the way one would pet the fur of a startled animal.
“Kalie doesn't need to be embarrassed,” she tells her in a calm tone. “Lemon was really happy to find out Kalie wanted to do this kind of thing with her,” she confesses with a warm smile—which, alongside the honesty of her words, causes Kalie to blush all the way to the pointy tips of her ears.
In fact, she has never done this with anyone, so she would be lying if she said she's not scared at all.
Kalie was completely alone before the tournament; growing up with no friends other than the familiar that the Envoy of Darkness had watch her every move and the Magic Beasts from the Endless Hell that had been her daycare. As a result, she associates physical contact with violence; with bones being crushed and the tearing of flesh.
And yet, it's while standing at the centre of the bloodshed that she's at the most ease, because it's something she's familiar with.
Stepping out of that comfort zone is far more terrifying that anything she may have witnessed during her years in the Endless Hell.
Why is it, then, that she still wants to keep going?
That's right—it must be because she is by her side.
Beyond all doubt—if there's a light that can guide her amidst the darkness that's all she's ever known, that must be her.
That's why, when Lemon leans in again, Kalie happily welcomes the contact of her lips, which are as sweet and soft as marshmallow against hers. In addition, she also notices some sourness in the other's mouth, and giggles lightly when she identifies it as that of lemons; concluding that it must be from the lemon-flavored lollipop she let Lemon have not long ago. Back then, getting to do this with Lemon was no more than a recurring fantasy that Kalie had no intention of ever acting on; she couldn't have predicted that she would be tasting that same lollipop straight from her mouth only a few moments later.
Lemon releases her lips far too soon for Kalie's liking, causing her to whine in sign of complaint. However, her disappointment doesn't last long—as Lemon then sweeps the locks of beautiful raven hair behind her ear, leaving the side of her neck exposed before bringing her mouth to it. Her kisses are light, yet Kalie squirms in her hold all the same, biting her lower lip to hold back her moans as Lemon pecks along the sensitive skin.
Kalie flinches when Lemon suddenly places both of her hands on her chest. As soon as she does, Lemon's movements come to a halt, then she looks up in Kalie's direction.
“Kalie…is it okay?” she mutters under her breath.
Kalie returns her stare, and the moment she notices the concern in Lemon's expression, it becomes clear to her that Lemon genuinely intends to stop if she says she doesn't want this.
Kalie has the power to stop this—she just needs to say the words.
But why the hell would she want to do that?
So, she does the opposite instead: she nods, letting Lemon know that she hasn't changed her mind. She hopes Lemon doesn't expect a verbal answer, because she's not sure she could bring herself to say something so embarrassing out loud.
Fortunately for her, Lemon is content with that, and turns her attention back to Kalie's chest right away. Kalie holds her breath while Lemon’s hands close around both of her perky breasts, squeezing lightly before rubbing them through her shirt. It feels good—better than Kalie had expected it to. She relaxes against the other's touch, sighing pleased.
Next, that same pair of hands slide under her clothes. A shudder passes Kalie; Lemon's hands are cold, which causes her to suppress a gasp. She realizes, however, that she doesn't mind the cold, to her own surprise. The sensation akin to an ice cube being pressed to her bare skin gives her goosebumps; thighs rubbing together at the wave of arousal that hits her while Lemon continues to run the tips of her fingers along her torso.
Lemon grabs the hem of her shirt, then lifts it just above Kalie's bra. She's wearing a cute set of cotton underwear, which is her favorite color: pink. The pastel tone looks very good on her, and Lemon finds herself staring longer than she intended to.
She manages to collect herself before Kalie notices, and reaches for Kalie's chest while enjoying the sight in silence. Lemon holds one of the small breasts in her hand, fondling gently. Technically, the contact isn't direct, as Lemon hasn't taken off her gloves, yet it sends chills up Kalie’s spine all the same, tears welling in her eyes when Lemon pinches the nipple. Lemon also shoves her knee between Kalie's legs, circling it right against her core.
“Kalie is so wet down here…” she comments in awe, as though genuinely believing it to be a marvelous discovery. “Does it feel good?”
She moves her thigh against Kalie, applying just enough pressure to cause the sensitive area to tingle with pleasure. Kalie curses under her breath, all too aware of the heat beginning to pool down her lower abdomen.
Lemon is right—she’s wet, soaked, more so than she has ever been. She can feel the sticky mess in her panties just perfectly on her own; she doesn't need Lemon to point it out.
“Kalie…?” she calls, and Kalie realizes she's not getting away with just a nod this time.
She glares at the other girl. “You dummy, you already know it does…” her voice falters as the shame gets the better of her.
Lemon nods. “Lemon knows, but she still wanted to hear it from Kalie,” she states as a matter of fact, which completely takes Kalie aback.
Who would have thought that the Saint of the Holy Mountains had the ability to tease?
Kalie looks down with a pout, embarrassed. She reaches for Lemon’s face—then pinches her cheek. Hard.
“Ow, ow,” complains Lemon while trying to get out of the reach of her hands, yet Kalie goes as far as to stand on tippy-toes to chase the taller girl. “Kalie, it hurts,” she whines pitifully.
“Of course it hurts, you sillyhead,” replies Kalie, crossing her arms over her chest in sign of hostility as soon as she releases the other.
Kalie glances in Lemon's direction, feeling a sting of guilt while watching her rub her reddening cheek. She sighs, then approaches her, hugging her around the neck to draw her down towards herself. She leans in playfully, giving the other girl a quick kiss on the spot she was rubbing just before. Lemon blinks in confusion, caught off guard by Kalie’s sudden assertiveness.
Kalie licks her lips, directing Lemon a seductive smile while batting her eyelashes.
“Did I say you could stop?” she purrs, grinding herself against Lemon; an insinuation so obscene that, surely, not even her can fail to pick up.
Certainly, Lemon understands what Kalie means right away, wasting no time on claiming her lips anew—and it's oh, so much more fierce, so much more intense than any of her previous kisses. Kalie soon begins to feel light-headed, yet doesn't attempt to pull away, tilting her head so that Lemon can further deepen the kiss.
A startled yelp leaves her when Lemon places her hand against her crotch without warning. The girl's fingers ghost over the wet stain on the front of her underwear, in the direction of the hem. Kalie’s heart races in anticipation.
Lemon slides her hand into Kalie’s panties with a single smooth movement, but takes her time to build up her arousal rather than putting her fingers inside at once. At first, she slowly moves her hand up and down, letting her fingertips graze the thin folds and marveling at how wet Kalie is; even more so than before. A mewl escapes Kalie, then she rests her hands on Lemon's back, bringing her closer so that she can bury her face in her shoulder. Lemon finds Kalie’s shy behavior quite charming, which motivates her to continue her ministrations.
She senses Kalie tense up against her when she starts to rub in a circular motion at the same time her fingers part the folds in search of her entrance. Lemon lets the tip of a single finger slide in while watching Kalie’s reactions closely, and when she doesn't sense any sign of discomfort coming from her, she buries the digit all the way inside.
Kalie takes deep breaths against Lemon’s shirt, wagging her waist while feeling that finger come in and out of her. It sounds very wet, and she notices her face heat up—if it's even possible for it to get any hotter than it already is—as Lemon's earlier commentary resonates in her mind.
Why is she like this? She never gets this much aroused when she does it herself. Why is it so different when it's Lemon doing it?
Why does it feel better than anything she’d tried on her own?
Another finger joins the first inside Kalie, and by then she can already sense her orgasm build up. Lemon fucks her with that pair of fingers so gently that she can't shake off the feeling that it shouldn't be enough, yet at the same time, she's certain that anything rougher will cause her to completely lose her mind.
It's Lemon rubbing her clit what ultimately takes Kalie over the edge. Lemon barely even touches it, careful not to overstimulate her, but it still causes Kalie’s sight to white out as her body tenses up before the orgasm washes over her.
The sensation of her own arousal running down the side of her thigh takes her off the trance. Lemon pulls out her fingers, carelessly wiping them on her skirt, then hugs Kalie back—right, she didn't realize she was still holding onto her.
Lemon pulls away to take a look at Kalie’s face. She tilts her head in thought, then takes out a tissue from somewhere in her clothes and gives it a lick while holding it in her hands. She brings the tissue to Kalie's face, using it to dry her tears while her other hand combs the messy hair back into place.
Lemon hums to herself. “Yes, Kalie looks good,” she states without leaving room for discussion.
Carefully, she pulls away. She stares at the compliant Kalie in silence, then once she's confirmed she can stand on her own, holds out her hand to her.
“Let's head back, okay?” she proposes.
Kalie takes the hand offered to her, and lets Lemon guide her back to the hall where the rest of their team should be waiting for them.