In the End [Isis]

[ISIS W.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] NOW I'M FEELIN' SO As if she didn't expect her to actually ask why, Isis was surprised by the query. Both of their faces were essentially comparable in the intensity of blush soaking into their features, and the question certainly did little to subdue her own. Not having expected to be permitted to actually be so close in contact, she hardly had anything in mind as what to follow up with—because she didn't expect to get that far. Resorting to speaking directly from her heart was the only thing she could do, and she hoped with every ounce of her being that she didn't sound like a complete simpleton with whatever ends up escaping her mouth. Well, before she even said anything, since Celia's cheek was unguarded and readily in view, she ended up doing what the intimate atmosphere begged her to do; she took the liberty to plant those pink lips onto Celia's cheek, kissing her right on it. Not a moment's was wasted as when she completed the action, she spoke, revealing what she had intended on saying; in fact, the kiss on the cheek bought her some time to come up with an answer that she originally did not holster. In truth, she simply asked her heart what to say, and it spoke to her duly. "You're no normal girl; you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," The words came tumbling out fluently, before she resigned into her previously tense state. Since she was captivated a little while ago, before even today, it was a statement she wanted to get off of her chest. "Princess ain't determined by their wealth—oh no, it's by their charm, their beauty, intelligence..." For a moment she paused, her hand betraying her, once again quite enjoying stroking Celia's emerald locks of hair. "I'm not any of those, but I think I'd do a whole lot better at being a certain Princess's knight." TAGS xxxxx COUNT xxxxx NOTES xxxx coded by JIN of BtN FLY LIKE A G6

[Celia D.]

For a moment her mind went blanket, she forgot all that she was thinking at. What caused something like this? Well it was the feeling of Isis’s lips brushing against her cheek that kiss was all that was needed to make her forget the bad dream that she had, the tears stopped dripping down her cheeks and a smile was slowly forming on the previously sad face. She felt like all the problems she had disappeared for the moment she wanted to concentrate only on the kiss, but she couldn’t concentrate only on that, because it would rude if she did so, since Isis was answering to her question.

She was giving Celia so many compliments that were making her feel so good, was she really like a princess? She never thought of something like that, until today her thoughts were concentrated only on escaping from this life faster, just so she could get rid of the pain in her heart, but right now she didn’t want that anymore, she just wanted to continue living and spend more time with Isis. She was for Celia right now like an antidote, she managed to bring happiness in her life again, things that she gladly accepted and welcomed. She wanted more.

But her smile managed to fade as fast as it came, it was because Isis didn’t think she was beautiful too, she was even more beautiful than Celia. And the green haired princess was disappointed that Isis thought of herself only as a knight. That’s when Celia had to say her opinion about this. “Those are lies, you are beautiful. Your eyes, hair, your smile. All those things are the most beautiful things in the world, you are better than me, you are happier. If I am the princess that means you are a queen, not a knight.”

[ISIS W.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] NOW I'M FEELIN' SO The disappointment that covered Celia's face when she spoke those words told a story of its own, but in truth, she never felt that she was as stunning and brilliant as the other girls her age. Quick to come to her defense, Cecilia asserted that she was in possession of a beauty unparallel, a exultation like no other, and that she by no means was a knight—Queen was a more fitting role for the albino, in the greentte's eyes. From there it all seemed to happened so quickly; the words seemed to register rapidly in her mind and immediately coerced her into her next action, just barely letting Celia finish her tenacious claim before she abruptly locked lips with her, kissing her on the lips with as much affection she could summon. To ensure that they were laying comfortably on the bed, she shifted some of her weight forward, to urge Celia onto her back. By the time she did that, she'd gently broken the kiss she inevitably established. At an utter loss for words, from her own action, the most she could do at that moment was rest her head on Celia's shoulder and hide her face to sufficiently obscure the wild blush that threatened to consume the majority of her face. "S—sorry," she stammered, feeling most of her words adhesively cling to her throat instead of coming out with any deal of fluency and cohesion. TAGS xxxxx COUNT xxxxx NOTES xxxx coded by JIN of BtN FLY LIKE A G6

[Celia D.]

Celia wasn’t so sure what was happening now, everything escalated so quickly in this direction that she wasn’t sure at all how to react. Only her eyes widened in surprise as to what was happening, otherwise her body was moving as Isis wanted, and for now she just wanted to lay Celia on the bed. Maybe that’s how she would convince her to rest, just keep her locked in this position with those lips of her. Those soft lips that were touching hers that were slowly sending her into a dreamland, a world where she would be always happy; a place that there is no evil to make her sad. She felt safe.

But the kiss soon ended, she was sad because of this, but right now she had Isis close to her; Isis’s head resting on Celia’s shoulder. It made her happy, and with some courage she moved her hand on Isis’s back, slowly moving it upwards in a shy motion. She wasn’t sure if she should do this or she should just keep the arm like this on her back. Celia just took a deep breath and started to stroke Isis’s hair. It felt so good to do this, soon the movements weren’t shy anymore, she managed to fill them with courage; it was like she was brushing Isis’s hair.

“No need to be sorry…I actually liked that…It was…wet and tasted like you.” She didn’t really know what else to say, she didn’t even expect to get a kiss on the lips. She heard about girls kissing other girls, but she never thought she would be part of something like this. She didn’t even expect herself to like it so much. It was even her first kiss, but maybe she should tell this to Isis later, right now she just wanted to stay like this, and she didn’t care anymore if someone entered the room and saw them like that.

[ISIS W.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] NOW I'M FEELIN' SO Feeling her hair stroked wasn't something she expected. For a time now it'd been something she'd allotted to Celia, but she didn't think she'd be on the receiving end. Ironically, she felt secure, warm, and safe while held in Celia's arms, just as much as the latter felt about being in hers. Those sheepish movements changed to those with resolve, and regardless of possible consequence of being spotted like this if anyone were to ever enter the room, she adjusted her position, getting comfortable, and found complete enjoyment in simply being able to lay there with her—listen to her breathing, feel her warmth seep into her, experience that flame of felicity well up in her gut. Having no qualms and providing all of the saccharine details of the kiss, Celia again effectively surprised Isis. Originally thinking that the gesture would have been rejected, it was a pleasant surprise to say the least. Celia might not have known, but it was in fact her first encounter with anything of this nature; if she were to call Celia a certain special title now, the truth was she was the first person she'd ever established any sort of relationship with. A time ago she thought it'd be an objectionable experience, but it was significantly better than she thought. Without her previous timidity, she found herself looking into Celia's eyes. To say the least, they were beautiful—a yellow that rather than reflecting the pigment of the sun, instead was better accommodated by the color of pure gold. By anyone's standards she was precious, and she was glad she was able to not only be held in her arms, but hold her in her arms. And so, she kissed her again. TAGS xxxxx COUNT xxxxx NOTES xxxx coded by JIN of BtN FLY LIKE A G6

[Celia D.]

For a brief moment Celia was again looking into Isis’s eyes, but this time she didn’t want to look away, she was enchanted by them. She could get lost in her eyes that beautiful pink that you could see in one of the most valuable jewelry a girl could have. But she didn’t need any of those, the only jewels that she needed was the one that she was holding in her arms. She wanted to keep her like this forever, but she needed to get up in order to get out of this place. This time she would listen to the nurse, she would go home and rest. But there was one thing that she wanted to ask Isis before going home.

Right when she wanted to open her mouth, it was closed again by Isis’s kiss, this time her eyes didn’t widen in surprise, they just slowly closed making the kiss last more than the first time. She felt so light and she could even feel butterflies starting to appear in her stomach. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but she was sure that she didn’t want it to end. That’s why she moved her arms from holding Isis to wrapping her arms around her neck, keeping her locked in the kiss. But that wasn’t all that she was doing.

She didn’t know what was making her do this, you could call it instinct, but right now she was pushing her own tongue in Isis’s mouth. She wasn’t sure if it should be something that she should do, but nothing was stopping her, and hopefully not even Isis would stop her if she didn’t find this strange enough. Rolling on the bed she made sure that she kept Isis on the bottom, and that Celia was on top. Straddling Isis she continued what she was previously doing, she was trying to invade Isis’s mouth.

[ISIS W.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] NOW I'M FEELIN' SO Progressively she felt her affection flourish and flourish, based on Celia's actions, until she conclusively felt a click inside of her—a sort of pinnacle as though she'd hit a border and passing it was imminent, a border of which that constituted how much affection she could receive before simply being unable to contain herself. A capacity, of sorts, and upon feeling the tasteful intrusion in her mouth, it seemed like someone had beaten her to the punch in terms of mood and atmosphere escalation, to put it lightly. Of course, she had no qualms, even have wanted to be shifted into the newfound position, and to feel the sheer intensity of the moment; nothing subdued based on who might walk in the room. Around Celia's waist her arms went, drawing herself in closer to the heated exchange. When she tried to star that invasion, she was granted free entry without even slight resistance. The manner of which Isis reciprocated was nothing short of hungrily, downright instinctual in her actions, switching between fighting for dominance in the kiss, and occasionally letting Celia take the lead for as long as she desired. Ideas were popping into her head, but when she thought of them she was injected psychologically with a dosage of anxiety. With where it could go, she figured the setting may not have been ideal—she wasn't quite sure if she cared? But, Celia might. Not that she was going to stop her seeing as the whole point was to establish she could calls the shots, and have full control over her life. Either way, it was nice. Very nice. TAGS xxxxx COUNT xxxxx NOTES xxxx coded by JIN of BtN FLY LIKE A G6

[Celia D.]

It seems that she wasn’t stopped from kissing Isis, thing that made her glad; but even so something was telling her that she could do more than just a simple kiss. Invading Isis’s mouth was the first step that her instincts were telling her to do; that and straddling her so she could keep her locked. It seems that from her worst experience with the man that killed her mother, a dark side formed and slowly now was coming to life, she remembers all the things that were done to her and she wants to try them too. She knows that it wouldn’t be normal to do something like that, but it seems that Isis gave her permission to do whatever she wants.

That’s why after playing a little bit more with Isis’s tongue, moving arms on her shoulders in order to pin her down in case she has other ideas, Celia went ahead with the kissing, she kissed her chin once, then moved to her neck; she wanted to go lower but the clothes were blocking her. Since she didn’t want to let Isis move she had to find a way to open those clothes without letting go of her hands. Or, there was something else she could do. [fade to black]