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Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

Charlotte whirled around the desk and took up Viktoria's face in her hands. "You must do as you have always wanted. Science!" She shook her just a little. "And you can't tell me that he hadn't hurt you, hadn't forced you into...coupling when you didn't want it! Always clomping into the laboratory and demanding that you lay down your genius to become, what? A goodly-wife? A mother? If he loved you, ever at all, he would never have asked such a thing!"
 
Viktoria stared wide-eyed at Charlotte as she shouted at her, trying to get her to see reason. Tears were streaming down her face as she listened. Her eyes clenched shut as she mentioned him forcing himself on her numerous times. Painful flashes reminded her, but she tried to drown them out. "Even still..." She mumbled. "He's the only one who wanted me. The only one who called on me." She held loosely to Charlotte's clothing. "It doesn't matter. I loved him and now he's gone. I'm left to sleep alone, to wake alone, forgoing my needs as a grown and sexually active woman." She sighed heavily, reaching sloppily for her alcohol. If she couldn't kill herself she could at least get more drunk.
 
"What of me?" She demanded softly, resting a hand on the wrist holding the bottle. "And if not me, what of your work? If nothing else, you must think of that." The more petite woman cupped Viktoria's cheek in her hand again and turned her face toward her. "I would gladly share your bed for a thousand nights, telling a thousand tales, just to keep your heart beating."
 
Viktoria's eyes were wide as saucers as she was brought to face her oldest friend. "Charlotte, I... We shouldn't. For two women to lay with each other..." What she was offering was unspeakable. If word got out that Charlotte had even proposed such a thing they would both be whisked off to the sanitarium. She should refuse her. It was inappropriate. But she was lonely and the hand on her cheek was so gentle and warm. Charlotte's voice was so soft and loving. Melodious and poetic as she goaded her into her sapping affections.

There was no denying Charloyltte's beauty, or the depth of her affection for Viktoria. Drunkenly, she leaned forward, her lips parting slightly as her eyes began to slide closed. "D-don't leave me like he did." She pleaded in barely a whisper.
 
Viktoria was frozen for a long moment. Feeling Charlotte's lips brushing against her own made her breath catch. She had never been with another woman before. Only occasionally daring to imagine the possibility. She didn't think poorly of homosexuality like most did. She was a woman of science, not faith. She closed the distance, kissing her fully. Her entire body went stiff as her hands moved to hold her tightly.
 
Charlotte let her hands drift down Viktoria's back and grasp her around the waist. She could feel the loosened laces of her corset through the layers of fabric, and it made the muscles in her groin ache in a way she thought only poetry could. Choarlotte broke the kiss, only for an instant to mutter, "Let me put you back together..."

The tip of her pointed nose brushed Viktoria's earlobe before she replaced her lips and swallowed her love in an embrace. Gingerly, she guided their four-legged creature to the little love seat there in the study. It was a deep brown leather, or some imitation of animal hide. Careful not to bang the little table in front of it, Charlotte bade Viktoria to sit.
 
Viktoria was overwhelmed and confused by the emotions she felt as they stood in each other's arms, lips locked in what could have been an image of sapphic art. She gasped as the kiss was broken, breathing heavily as Charlotte whispered to her. She followed clumsily to the love seat, never leaving her hold.

How long had Charlotte felt this way about her? Surely offering herself romantically wasn't entirely for Viktoria's benefit. She slowly sat as she was wirelessly instructed, looking up at her oldest friend and newest love with baited breath. "I love you..." She managed to say, staring at her and, perhaps for the first time, drank in her beauty.
 
(OOC: I'm sorry I haven't been able to reply so quickly, but I had kind of a keyboard disaster and am having to borrow one from a friend. The trouble is, we have to share it.)



Charlotte nearly died of joy at the simple utterance of those words. She drew herself closer, until it was nearly impossible to tell where one gown ended and the other began. "I...have always loved you..." She moaned; full of longing and the remnants of despare that come from an admission.
 
((No worries! I totally get it!))

Viktoria was so desperate for more of Charlotte's tender and affectionate embrace. So thirsty for another taste of her soft lips. Yet, Charlotte's admission of love, not just recently, but always struck her. Her shocked face softened as she felt tears slip. "Oh, my Charlotte. How could I have been so blind to the nature of your affections for so long?" She brought her hand up to touch Charlotte's face gently. "Truly, I am undeserving of such fondness."

She looked away for only a moment. "I must confess, I have only theoretical data and conjecture as to what happens next. I've only fantasies and shapeless hunger to guide me when it comes to loving another woman." She looked up at Charlotte again. "
 
Charlotte blushed. "I've dreamed of this day...ever since boarding school. But now that it has finally come, I too am at a loss for experience." She held Viktoria's wrists in her hands. "But...I cannot truthfully say that I haven't given the matter ample consideration, and I believe I have a solution." She stood, half tugging Viktoria to her feet. "If you trust me, if you wish to...to love me the way I love you, than please, come with me to my room."
 
Viktoria was still amazed by just how long Charlotte had loved her. As she was gently pulled to her feet she smiled nervously. "I do trust you. I love you, Charlotte." She followed after her from her father's study towards Charlotte's room. Truly a relief that Charlotte's room was the destination as she hadn't entered the master bedroom since Henry's passing. As the stood outside her door, Viktoria drew in a deep breath, selling her eyes on Charlotte with a nervous but eager smile.
 
Charlotte opened the door and guided her friend to her own bed. The only illumination was a slope of moonlight that spilled through the curtains. Deftly, she undid the buttons down the back of Viktoria's gown, and let it fall to the wooden floor with a heavy sigh. Next, she applied herself to working out the laces of her corvette. All the while, she kissed the nape of her neck.
 
Viktoria held her breath as her gown was loosened, her heart pounding in her chest. As the gown fell to the ground She closed her eyes. As the corset was loosened, her lips against the nape of her neck she gasped softly. As the corset came free she held her arms against her chest, barely concealing her breasts. "Charlotte..." She said her name in barely a whisper. "Your touch is intoxicating."
 
"Really?" The girl beamed, her cheeks red as ripe apples. "I was so worried I wouldn't do well." Charlotte stepped around back of Viktoria and reached to the front of her, slipping her fingers between Viktoria's arms and lightly arresting her breasts from her grasp. She kneaded them like bread dough in her warm hands; hands made strong by years of sewing, baking and lab work. "I've played this scene...oh so many times. I wanted it to be perfect for you...I wanted to be perfect for you!" She moaned Viktoria's name and continued her rythmic rolling and pinching.
 
Viktoria blushed brightly as Charlotte moved behind her. As her hands slipped beneath Viktoria's arms, she let them fall away. She was prepared for a rougher hand, what with how Henry had handled her. But Charlotte's kneading was firm but gentle. She released a faint moan as her hands continued their work.

Charlotte's words made her suck in a sharp breath. Charlotte really did love her, didn't she? "It is perfect. You are perfect." She whispered softly. "Your fingers speak your love greater than words ever could."
 
No nun in a convent could have heard more divine words spoken from such heavenly lips. Charlotte gave the perky breasts another fine squeeze, and ravenously kissed the long, swan-like neck of the woman in front of her. She only came up to breathe, and whisper, "You are too good to me." Soon, she had stepped to the side and arrested Viktoria's lips again, gently guiding her backward onto the coverlet of her bed. She raised her hands to her shoulders and bade Viktoria lie back. Proceeding with cautious optimism, Charlotte stood over her and began working her own dress and underwear away; letting it fall in a pool of fabrick around her, until she was as exposed as her lover. For a moment, she looked painfully shy, as though it were the first time she'd ever been naked in her life, but she fixed a determined look in her eyes and climbed in bed.
 
Viktoria groaned as Charlotte's kisses resumed, assaulting her neck. She could feel Charlotte's passion in how she held her breasts. She smiled nervously as she circled around to kiss her fully. Viktoria returned the kiss in earnest, willingly backing up to the bed.

She laid back on the mattress as she was bid, watching with bated breath as Charlotte worked her way out of her clothing. She had never imagined being in this position. Watching another woman lay herself bare for her, least of all Charlotte. "I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life."

As she climbed into bed with her, Viktoria reached for her, pulling her into a deep kiss. Feeling their bare breasts press together, she inhaled sharply, arching her body up against Charlotte.
 
Charlotte blushed, viable on her cheeks and neck without her usual high collar. She allowed herself to be swallowed up by Viktoria's embrace and fell into the kiss. She reached around and began to rub her back, stopping for a spine-tingling moment to rest a hand on her bare butt., before fluttering it back up her back.

"I'm going...to try something." She stammered. "Please, tell me if you don't like it." Slowly, she lowered her hand between Viktoria's legs and began rubbing her thighs.
 
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