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Girl on Girl - Supplemental	By : Nytie Category: Comics > Y: The Last Man Views: 2296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Girl on Girl - Supplemental
Author: Nytie
Summary: This wasn't the first time 355 had kissed a woman.
Rating: NC-17, for graphic femslash
Pairing: Agent 355 / Dr. Allison Mann
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Disclaimer: The characters depicted in the story belong to DC Vertigo. I claim no ownership over them and make no profit from this story. Don't sue, it isn't nice.

This wasn't the first time 355 had kissed a woman. There was one time in high school, when she and Darcy Hudson were sneaking a smoke in the back of the building. She'd just finished her second cigarette, and it must have made her heady or something, because the next thing she knew she was kissing Darcy hard and quick on the mouth, their teeth clashing from the force of it. Darcy had stared at her, her mouth a little open in surprise. She didn't say anything, but 355 could tell she'd liked it.
Kissing Allison was different. She turned towards 355, eyes closed expectantly but unsurely. 355 leaned in and kissed her, gently at first, half-expecting her to taste like tobacco and Doublemint gum. She didn't, of course, but she did taste like 355 thought she would: clean, cool and a little bit like peaches.
This was new to 355. She'd had lovers before, though they'd gotten fewer and farther between as her work with the Culper Ring demanded more and more of her time. They were all more or less the same: big black men with deep voices, callused hands and broad, muscled backs. 355 had enjoyed them, though rarely enough to stay the night. But Allison was different. She was small and soft beneath her hands, she moved in a gentle way and her voice was low and sweet against her ear.
355 found that she liked that. She liked it better than all her other lovers. She liked the smoothness of Allison's skin as she rubbed her thumbs over her pale, flat stomach. She liked the weight of her breasts, small but perfectly formed, against the cup of her palms. She liked tangling her fingers in her hair as she kissed her more deeply, tasted her more thoroughly. And she liked the nimbleness with which Allison pulled off her shirt and kneaded her breasts. (Funny to think of her hands --- those expert, healing hands --- making her nipples erect with their touch.)
Allison lay back on the narrow bunk bed, completely exposed, and for a moment 355 was unsure of what to do. She supposed it wouldn't be too different from what she did with her old lovers, or what she did by herself when she couldn't be bothered with them. But a stubborn and irritatingly rational voice in her head begged her to think twice. This would change everything between them, or damn near everything. What would happen to them if they did this? 355 couldn't promise Allison anything, after all. There were things she needed to do when this mission was over. And with their habit of running into batshit crazy Amazons, fanatical militia and fucking ninjas at every turn, there wasn't even any guarantee that she would live long enough to see this one through. As pragmatic as Allison was, 355 knew that she still had hopes --- as many hopes as she could allow herself to have since the world went all to shit.
"I wanted you to like me."
"I do like you, Allison."
Allison must have seen 355 hesitating, because she sat up slowly, put her arms around her and kissed her tenderly on the neck.
"It's all right, Three-Fifty," she murmured softly against her skin. For an instant 355 was seized by an impulse to tell her her real name, just to hear her say it.
"It's all right," Allison said again. Her hand drifted down the front of 355's chest and slipped under the waistband of her shorts, her fingers gently exploring 355's vulva, which was already wet with arousal. 355 closed her eyes and bent her head backwards, biting back a whimper of pleasure as Allison found her clit and massaged it between her fingers.
Oh, Christ, it felt so damned good. 355 clutched tightly at the sheets below her, her hips rising and falling with the movement of Allison's fingers. She knew then that there was no fighting this. It had been over a year and a half since all the men had died, and even longer than that since she'd been touched by another person this way. She'd known this, of course, but never allowed herself to think about it, because the loneliness was so overwhelming she was afraid it would crush the life out of her. Yorick was right: she only ever broke out the knitting needles and the ridiculous ten foot long scarf when she was feeling horny. And right now every nerve in her body was screaming for Allison, for her softness and her scent and her warmth.
355 bent her back over the bed, kissing her red and swollen lips, her delicate throat, her finely formed collarbone. As 355 took one of Allison's breasts in her mouth, her tongue lapping hungrily at the rock-hard, rose-colored nipple, Allison's hands went to the back of her head, pushing 355 harder against her. A low moan escaped her lips when 355 slid her fingers into her, slowly, leisurely finding her way across the deepest places inside the other woman. This was the way 355 liked things best; by the deep flush that had spread through Allison's cheeks and the trembling of the hand at the back of 355's head, she could tell she liked it too.
"There," Allison hissed. "Right there. Please, God, I---"
She cried out as 355 reached her g-spot, bucking and rippling like a wild animal. 355 had to smile inwardly. Allison had always shown sass, of course, but 355 never thought she could be so... unrestrained. In fact, 355 had never even thought of her as a truly sexual creature until now. Looking down at her, with her porcelain skin damn near glowing against her own dark skin, 355 wondered why the hell it had taken her so long to realize it.
Gently but surely, she started rubbing Allison's clit. The result was immediate: Allison threw her head back and screamed in pleasure, her thighs tightening in a viselike grip around 355's hips as she rocked the younger woman against her. Pelvis slapped against hip as they came together. Allison's reaction seemed to unleash something in 355: her own pussy constricted almost painfully with arousal, wetness spreading between her legs and the inside of her thighs as the two of them rode the wave of Allison's orgasm together. And good goddamn, it felt great, it felt beautiful, it felt true and fucking glorious, and before she could stop herself, 355's cries had joined Allison's, their tangled motions rising to a fever pitch until Allison finally came, punctuating her climax with one last scream. She came hard, and 355's hand was slick with her juices when she withdrew it. Sweat clung to their bodies and they panted heavily, but they didn't let each other go.
355 herself still ached below, but at the moment she felt no compulsion to move, not even to finish herself off. She felt absurdly content just to lie on top of Allison, their limbs intertwined and their bodies pressed against each other. She couldn't remember the last time she'd lain down with someone this way. Without knowing it, 355 reached out for Allison's hand and took it in hers. Allison smiled up at her, exhausted but satisfied. By this time, 355 could feel her own strength fading, the lovemaking and the day's work finally catching up to her.
She broke away from Allison and settled on the edge of the bed, while Allison scooted as far against the wall as she could to make more room for her. Even then, the bed was still too small. But neither of them minded. Tentatively, 355 curled her arm around Allison's abdomen, settling her face into the back of her neck. It felt a little awkward, but strangely safe and comforting. They lay together in silence for a while, and just as 355 was drifting off to sleep, Allison spoke up in a small voice, saying,
"Three-Fifty? I hit myself on the headboard."
Smiling to herself, 355 snuggled closer to her lover and replied,
"Physician, heal thyself."
Her only answer was a snort of laughter.
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