Lighter Than Air
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Adult +
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Lighter Than Air
This was written in response to the other Aaeru/Neviril prompt for the 10,000 Lilies Porn Battle on the femmeslash community on LiveJournal. It ends today, and I just didn't feel comfortable not answering the second prompt. After all, when there's not a lot of Simoun fic to begin with, and the fact that the prompt is my favorite pairing, well, I just have to write it. The prompt was "lighter than air". I think this answers it pretty well.
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They lay nestled atop the knoll, resting in the early morning sun. They had been up long ago, but had been taken to this world awhile ago. They’d listened to the sounds of nightfall around them, settled in the Simoun. As the sun had begun to creep over the horizon, they had climbed down, content to lay in the grass. Aaeru had her hands tucked behind her head and Neviril rested her head against Aaeru’s chest, her left hand lingering on Aaeru’s stomach. They were quiet, blending in with the calm of the warm morning, the sounds of wildlife surrounding them, and the wind rustling lightly through the trees.
Neviril watched Aaeru’s face, noticing the peaceful look the girl wore. She moved her hand, running her fingers lightly over Aaeru’s stomach, which was exposed to just above the belly button from where her shirt had ridden up. Aaeru’s face twitched and she giggled some. “Stop. That tickles,” she said. She tried to move away.
Smiling, Neviril didn’t listen. She repeated the movement, feeling Aaeru jump slightly this time beneath her fingers. The girl opened one eye. “What are you up to?” she asked.
“Nothing,” remarked Neviril. “Look how one touch makes you react.” She demonstrated again, and received the same reaction once more.
“You’re just touching my stomach,” observed Aaeru. She didn’t find it to be anything impressive.
“But one light touch makes you jump.” Her fingers moved again.
“Don’t—“ But Neviril did anyway. Both of Aaeru’s eyes were open this time and she moved a hand to still Neviril’s fingers from making the attempt again, since moving away didn’t seem to work all too well. “That really tickles, and it feels funny.”
Neviril smiled at her. “You’re sensitive there, aren’t you?”
“M-maybe…” muttered Aaeru, suddenly shy and looking away. She didn’t like being so vulnerable.
“We could find out,” suggested Neviril as she pushed Aaeru’s shirt up further to expose more of her stomach.
Aaeru watched as Neviril kissed the soft white skin of her belly lightly. Her lips barely touched her skin before they lifted and moved to another area. She closed her eyes, letting herself feel but not see, never knowing where Neviril would kiss next. But the next kiss never came. She felt the tip of Neviril’s tongue on her skin instead, tracing, drawing patterns she couldn’t figure out. She shuddered slightly as Neviril blew softly, creating cold trails on her skin.
When she opened her eyes, she found Neviril looking down at her, pink hair framing her face. It cascaded over her shoulders as she leaned in to kiss Aaeru. As with her touches, she’d barely let their lips touch, pulling away when Aaeru sought more. “Neviril!” complained Aaeru, frustrated.
Neviril laughed softly. She moved her mouth to Aaeru’s ear and whispered, “I want to see how sensitive your skin is.” She pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of Aaeru’s neck. She kissed the girls lips once more before tugging at her shirt. Aaeru raised her arms, and Neviril pulled away the orange garment, setting it aside. She was left in her bra, which Neviril unhooked and discarded as well. Aaeru looked up at her, topless. She felt exposed, but her mind was instead wondering what Neviril had in mind. She had never done something like this before, and Aaeru intended to discover just what she was up to. She watched as Neviril removed her own shirt and bra, placing it with Aaeru’s.
A finger began trailing over her stomach, making slow circles. Aaeru could feel herself jump some every time Neviril’s finger ran over a particular spot. The touch was still light, almost as though it wasn’t there, just like air. Her finger moved higher, tracing around her breasts. The feeling was different here. Around the mounds, around the areola. Aaeru bit back a groan, but Neviril only smiled. “You’re sensitive here as well,” she remarked playfully.
She ran her finger over the nub, just barely touching the top of it. She did the same to the other nipple, knowing both were hardening from such a simple touch. She lowered her mouth to the right one and her tongue danced over it with the grace of a ballerina, wetting the area. She then blew gently, feeling Aaeru shiver at the cool air.
She repeated her ministrations with the teasing licks and touches, and before long, Aaeru found herself wanting Neviril, needing her. The touches were driving her crazy. They did not satisfy, but only made her desire for contact with her lover intensify. She reached out to pull Neviril closer, but the girl dodged her advances, pulling away.
“Not yet,” murmured Neviril. She moved to kiss Aaeru lightly on the lips, and her kisses trailed down her neck, between her breasts, and over her stomach. They stopped at the waistband of Aaeru’s pants, but went no further. Instead, she moved her hands over Aaeru’s stomach, and with lips and fingers, tasted and explored the skin.
“N-Neviril…” whispered Aaeru shakily. She reached out once more, but still Neviril dodged her. Instead, her hand reached between Aaeru’s legs, and ran lightly up and down the crotch of Aaeru’s cargo pants. She smiled when she heard the soft moan.
“What’s wrong, Aaeru?” questioned Neviril, knowing what the girl wanted, but pretending otherwise. She wondered if Aaeru knew. She couldn’t tell from her face.
“I want you,” replied Aaeru. “And I want you against me. Your touch is too light. I can barely feel it.” She wiggled, trying to raise her stomach to meet Neviril’s fingers so that there wasn’t a space of air between the two.
Smiling, Neviril replied, “I loved watching your reactions. You’re so beautiful when you respond to me.” She trailed her hand lightly down Aaeru’s stomach again. “What do you want?”
“I want you to touch me, but not like you were doing.” She watched as Neviril’s hand stopped at the waistband of her pants once more, pants that suddenly felt too restricting.
“Is this what you want?” asked Neviril, thrusting her hand into Aaeru’s pants, slipping past her underwear. She slipped her fingers into the folds of Aaeru’s skin, meeting the wetness that rested there. Her only reply was a moan of pleasure from Aaeru. She began to explore her lover once more, using a heavier touch this time, certainly not as light as the air touches from before, but a touch that caused Aaeru to react in blissful pleasure all the same.
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They lay nestled atop the knoll, resting in the early morning sun. They had been up long ago, but had been taken to this world awhile ago. They’d listened to the sounds of nightfall around them, settled in the Simoun. As the sun had begun to creep over the horizon, they had climbed down, content to lay in the grass. Aaeru had her hands tucked behind her head and Neviril rested her head against Aaeru’s chest, her left hand lingering on Aaeru’s stomach. They were quiet, blending in with the calm of the warm morning, the sounds of wildlife surrounding them, and the wind rustling lightly through the trees.
Neviril watched Aaeru’s face, noticing the peaceful look the girl wore. She moved her hand, running her fingers lightly over Aaeru’s stomach, which was exposed to just above the belly button from where her shirt had ridden up. Aaeru’s face twitched and she giggled some. “Stop. That tickles,” she said. She tried to move away.
Smiling, Neviril didn’t listen. She repeated the movement, feeling Aaeru jump slightly this time beneath her fingers. The girl opened one eye. “What are you up to?” she asked.
“Nothing,” remarked Neviril. “Look how one touch makes you react.” She demonstrated again, and received the same reaction once more.
“You’re just touching my stomach,” observed Aaeru. She didn’t find it to be anything impressive.
“But one light touch makes you jump.” Her fingers moved again.
“Don’t—“ But Neviril did anyway. Both of Aaeru’s eyes were open this time and she moved a hand to still Neviril’s fingers from making the attempt again, since moving away didn’t seem to work all too well. “That really tickles, and it feels funny.”
Neviril smiled at her. “You’re sensitive there, aren’t you?”
“M-maybe…” muttered Aaeru, suddenly shy and looking away. She didn’t like being so vulnerable.
“We could find out,” suggested Neviril as she pushed Aaeru’s shirt up further to expose more of her stomach.
Aaeru watched as Neviril kissed the soft white skin of her belly lightly. Her lips barely touched her skin before they lifted and moved to another area. She closed her eyes, letting herself feel but not see, never knowing where Neviril would kiss next. But the next kiss never came. She felt the tip of Neviril’s tongue on her skin instead, tracing, drawing patterns she couldn’t figure out. She shuddered slightly as Neviril blew softly, creating cold trails on her skin.
When she opened her eyes, she found Neviril looking down at her, pink hair framing her face. It cascaded over her shoulders as she leaned in to kiss Aaeru. As with her touches, she’d barely let their lips touch, pulling away when Aaeru sought more. “Neviril!” complained Aaeru, frustrated.
Neviril laughed softly. She moved her mouth to Aaeru’s ear and whispered, “I want to see how sensitive your skin is.” She pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of Aaeru’s neck. She kissed the girls lips once more before tugging at her shirt. Aaeru raised her arms, and Neviril pulled away the orange garment, setting it aside. She was left in her bra, which Neviril unhooked and discarded as well. Aaeru looked up at her, topless. She felt exposed, but her mind was instead wondering what Neviril had in mind. She had never done something like this before, and Aaeru intended to discover just what she was up to. She watched as Neviril removed her own shirt and bra, placing it with Aaeru’s.
A finger began trailing over her stomach, making slow circles. Aaeru could feel herself jump some every time Neviril’s finger ran over a particular spot. The touch was still light, almost as though it wasn’t there, just like air. Her finger moved higher, tracing around her breasts. The feeling was different here. Around the mounds, around the areola. Aaeru bit back a groan, but Neviril only smiled. “You’re sensitive here as well,” she remarked playfully.
She ran her finger over the nub, just barely touching the top of it. She did the same to the other nipple, knowing both were hardening from such a simple touch. She lowered her mouth to the right one and her tongue danced over it with the grace of a ballerina, wetting the area. She then blew gently, feeling Aaeru shiver at the cool air.
She repeated her ministrations with the teasing licks and touches, and before long, Aaeru found herself wanting Neviril, needing her. The touches were driving her crazy. They did not satisfy, but only made her desire for contact with her lover intensify. She reached out to pull Neviril closer, but the girl dodged her advances, pulling away.
“Not yet,” murmured Neviril. She moved to kiss Aaeru lightly on the lips, and her kisses trailed down her neck, between her breasts, and over her stomach. They stopped at the waistband of Aaeru’s pants, but went no further. Instead, she moved her hands over Aaeru’s stomach, and with lips and fingers, tasted and explored the skin.
“N-Neviril…” whispered Aaeru shakily. She reached out once more, but still Neviril dodged her. Instead, her hand reached between Aaeru’s legs, and ran lightly up and down the crotch of Aaeru’s cargo pants. She smiled when she heard the soft moan.
“What’s wrong, Aaeru?” questioned Neviril, knowing what the girl wanted, but pretending otherwise. She wondered if Aaeru knew. She couldn’t tell from her face.
“I want you,” replied Aaeru. “And I want you against me. Your touch is too light. I can barely feel it.” She wiggled, trying to raise her stomach to meet Neviril’s fingers so that there wasn’t a space of air between the two.
Smiling, Neviril replied, “I loved watching your reactions. You’re so beautiful when you respond to me.” She trailed her hand lightly down Aaeru’s stomach again. “What do you want?”
“I want you to touch me, but not like you were doing.” She watched as Neviril’s hand stopped at the waistband of her pants once more, pants that suddenly felt too restricting.
“Is this what you want?” asked Neviril, thrusting her hand into Aaeru’s pants, slipping past her underwear. She slipped her fingers into the folds of Aaeru’s skin, meeting the wetness that rested there. Her only reply was a moan of pleasure from Aaeru. She began to explore her lover once more, using a heavier touch this time, certainly not as light as the air touches from before, but a touch that caused Aaeru to react in blissful pleasure all the same.