Mine and Yours

The afternoon had started out innocently enough. Lily was over at Rose’s, trying on the latest costumes she’d made. “Ah, you always look so radiant in my outfits,” Rose sighed.

“Oh, Rose  , you say the strangest things sometimes,” Lily giggled, “but that’s just part of why I love you so much.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course.”

“I mean really, really mean it?”

“You’re my best friend, silly. Is something wrong?”

Rose couldn’t take it anymore. “I love you, Lily  .”

Lily seemed confused as she half-smiled. “So then what’s the problem?”

“No, Lily, you don’t get it, do you? I love you.”

Lily suddenly understood. “Oh…I’m sorry, I had no idea…I should’ve known.”

“I’d understand if you didn’t want to see me again after this. If it would be too weird…”

“No, no, don’t say that, Rose  . I could never leave you. I absolutely meant it when I said I loved you; you’re one of the most precious people in my life. But…I don’t know if I can love you that way…you’re like a sister to me.”

“Oh…”

“So I’m not going anywhere.”

“Then…can you at least try?” She leaned over and kissed Lily. “Did that do anything?”

“I…well…it definitely did something. I may need some time to sort this all out…”

“I see.” Rose began to well up.

“No, don’t cry,” Lily reached out to her friend, “please, it’ll be okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“If you can’t…if you can’t return my love, I don’t want you to stay. It’ll only make things harder.” As tears ran down Rose’s face, Lily knew what she had to do.

“Shh…I don’t want to make it hard on you. I just want to make everything better,” she whispered, kissing the raven-haired girl’s tears away.

As Rose felt the copper-haired girl’s lips on her eyelids and only started to cry more. “No, Lily…don’t do this to me. Don’t put me through this torture,” she wailed, and much to her surprise, Lily only held her tighter. “I’m not. It’s clear to me now. I was…confused, is all. I hadn’t realized…what love is all about. It’s about being with the one that makes you feel happiest, and that, dear Rose  , is you. Only you.”

Rose had pulled away from Lily regardless. “At the very least, think of the outfit I made you. You don’t want to ruin it.”

Lily smiled. “If you’re so worried about it getting ruined, why don’t you take it off?”

Rose stared blankly at her.

“Didn’t you hear me earlier? I love you, Rose. I. Love. You.” Rose was trembling, the sudden switch from sadness to happiness overwhelming her. “Fine, then, I’ll do it myself.” And she began to remove the latest custom-made outfit. Rose blushed at the sight of Lily in only her bra and panties. “You’re flushed over this?” Lily asked, astonished. “You’ve dressed me in your crazy outfits hundreds of times. Surely you can’t still be sensitive to this.” Suddenly, she had a wicked idea. She couldn’t explain what was going through her mind, just as she couldn’t explain the impulse that led her to kiss away her best friend’s tears. “Well, if that gets you excited…what would you do if I did this?” And she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. “What would you do…if I did this?” She pulled the panties down and kicked them off, such that they landed in Rose’s lap. “What…would you do,” she continued, heading back over to Rose and leaning over her, “if I told you that I wanted to take away all of the pain you’ve suffered from hiding this secret for so long?”

By this point Rose had fallen back onto the bed, and Lily was embracing her tightly. “S-Lily…” she began, before being stopped by Lily’s mouth.

“Don’t tell me,” Lily whispered as she broke the kiss, “Show me.”

“Lily…my beautiful Lily  …” Awestruck, she ran her hands over Lily’s bare breasts, feeling pleasure as they hardened, moving in to suckle at them as she used whichever hand wasn’t busy with the breast not in her mouth to probe the depths of Lily’s sex, delighting in the moan as she breached the hymen. The fact that it was still there took Rose a bit by surprise, as the theory that sexual activity was the only way to break it had long since been disproven and chasing down the cards should’ve been more than enough physical activity. Ah, well, this just makes this day even better. The moaning intensified as she continued to work her friend’s most sensitive areas, and she soon began to climax. “Oh…Lily…!”

“Yes, Rose  ?” Lily said calmly and perhaps a bit mischievously.

“Lily…chan…”

“You look a bit worn out. Let me take care of that for you.” She pulled her friend and lover back into an upright seated position and moved around behind her—legs spread apart, framing Rose’s legs, breasts pressing into the smaller girl’s back. She began massaging Rose’s shoulders.

“Oh…you do like torturing me, don’t you?” Rose moaned, knowing that the body that was pushing up against hers in so many places was the naked body of her one true love.

“Maybe,” Lily giggled in Rose’s ear, as she began to unbutton the school uniform that Rose was still wearing—remaining behind the girl’s shoulders, leaning further and further across her chest to reach the lowest buttons. She pulled it away. “Hoeeee…Rose  , you’re so beautiful.” She impatiently unhooked the bra and began working away at the exposed nipples. “And your skin is so soft and smooth. Ooh,” she squealed, “nothing soft about that, is there?”

“Why do I feel like you’re just playing a game with me? No, don’t stop,” she added, as Lily started to pull her hands away, “I still enjoy the attention.”

“Good, because I have no plans of letting up. You’re going to forget all about the pain of not knowing whether your love would ever be returned.” Even the way she said this made Rose shudder, everything about this girl was just so…tantalizing. Suddenly, she had an idea on how to turn the tables on her impish partner. She pushed away.

“About that…I don’t know if you fully appreciate just how long I’ve been aching inside for you. That’s a lot of pain. Perhaps…perhaps you should learn how painful love can be.” She dug her fingernails deep into Lily’s spine, leaving red marks. “You may regret your words by the time this is all over.” She held Lily over her lily-white legs and began to spank the bare bottom. Lily cried out. “Yes, it hurts, doesn’t it, Lily  ? But physical pain heals quickly,” she went on as she continued to whip the bare bottom until it turned red, “whereas a pain in the heart can take a long time to heal.”

“You’re—OW!—getting your kicks out of this—OW!—aren’t you?”

“You could tell?”

“Kind of hard not to,” Lily weakly grinned, as Rose’s skirt began to dampen. “Soaked straight through, have you? Naughty, naughty, Rose  !” She tugged the skirt off before it could get any wetter. “Such an excitable young girl…ah, but that must be so uncomfortable. Let me help you with those.” She pulled away the drenched panties, slurping up the cascade of juices that fell from the exposed opening. “You smell and taste so good, Rose…but that still was a very bad thing to do, and I think now you must be punished.” The cry that issued from the raven’s lips didn’t sound terribly pained, however. “You like pain, don’t you? Such a nasty girl… Let’s see how you moan at this.” Concentrating on limiting the power of its attack, she invoked a Lily Card, “Fiery!”

“So…hot!” Rose cried out, as burns started to form on her chest. “Lily…I never knew…you were such a sadist.”

“They’re superficial. I could never do anything that would permanently mar your beauty.”

“Still a softy, then. Guess I’ll have to take charge.”

“As if. You could’ve saved yourself a lot of pain, me a lot of confusion, and both of us a lot of sweet, sweet time together if you’d had the guts to admit your feelings sooner. I may have thought it odd, but that doesn’t change the fact that you worshipped me.” Lily was desperately trying not to laugh as she continued her attempt at sounding badass. “Iown you.”

“Really?” Rose shot back smugly.

Lily snickered. “Really. These might not go away so quickly, if ever. Sword…and…Fiery!” Flames licked the sword produced by the card. “Don’t worry…I’ll be gentle.”

“I thought the Sword was based on the spiritual strength of its wielder.”

“I can make it gentle. Now, know your place.” She made a number of slashes across Rose’s chest and around from her right hip to her left. (CCX: That’s right, I even remembered to write things right to left in Japanese). Rose looked down and was quite surprised to find that she had been twice branded with the words, “Property of Lily Pullman”, and she started laughing hysterically. So did Lily. “A bit possessive, aren’t you?”

“Just writing ‘Lily’ wouldn’t have worked. You’re much more complex than a Clow Card. And much more beautiful. And sweeter.”

“And better in bed.”

“Wouldn’t know; I’ve never gotten in bed with the Cards.” Rose laughed. “And I don’t intend to. I don’t intend to get in bed with anyone but my Rose.”

“My Lily is so sweet…like an angel.”

“Your Lily?”

“You’re right. I haven’t laid proper claim to you, have I?” And she ran her fingers up and down Lily’s naked body, and she blew gently on the clitoris and lapped up the juices that this stimulation produced, and she again took to Lily’s back with long, sharp fingernails, trying to carve out her very own claim, until finally she said, “You may have to rewrite your claim.” And Lily went over to the full-length mirrors and saw that she was now marked as a “Watson”. “What, is my name not good enough for you?” Lily said with mock hurt in her voice.

“Oh, Lily, if you so wished it, I would gladly become a Pullman. I only thought that with the Watson family name being what it was, you’d—”

“Care to repeat that first part, my Rose?”

Rose gaped, slightly confused. “…Oh, how silly of me. My sincerest apologies, my Lily. I didn’t think right.”

“Very good, my sweet, sweet Rose. My luscious Rose. My…uh, what were we talking about? I seem to have been distracted by your radiance.”

“Your Rose was merely inquiring as to whether or not her Lily wanted to become a Watson or if she was supposed to become a Pullman.”

“I would love to be a Watson. Anything to be with you. I’ve never been so happy in all of my life as when I am with my Rose…”

“And I have never been happier than I am now, now that you are my Lily and I am your Rose. How could I have thought you’d reject me?”

“Because it’s normal for girls to be attracted to boys rather than to other girls. What you were forgetting, my dearest Rose, is that your Lily has never been normal.”

“My Lily is utterly unique, and totally special, and absolutely amazing…and I have her all to myself.”

Lily laid down on the bed, pulling Rose down beside her. “You have no idea how wonderful those words sound, Rose…I mean, my Rose.”

“Yes, my Lily, your Rose. Forever and ever and ever.”