Bright Skyes

TITLE: Bright Skyes
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Lana/Ema
NOTE: Please be warned that this fic contains some rather severe spoilers for PW:AA Case 5.


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Prologue


Lana Skye gratefully hung up coat, secretly happy that another busy day had been over with. Not that there had really been any calm days recently. Still, now that she was home again, she could...

Lana sniffed the air a few times. "Something smells good," she said.

"You're home already!?" Ema's voice shouted from the direction of the kitchen. "You're early!"

"I'm on time," Lana replied, walking down the short space between two walls that couldn't really be called a hallway towards the living room. "For a change."

"Well... just... stay there! I'm almost finished!"

"Well, if you insist," Lana said, smiling vaguely to herself.

"Alright, I'm done," Ema said, walking into the hallway on towards her sister. She was slightly out of breath in a way Lana couldn't help but think of as cute. Then again, she thought most everything her sister did was cute.

Ema reached up to softly kiss Lana. "Evening."

"Hmm. Evening," Lana replied.

"Come on," Ema said, taking Lana's hand. "Dinner's ready."

"Whatever it is, it smells delicious," Lana said.

"Well, it should be," said Ema. "I really tried my best today."

Before Lana could ask why, the two young women had entered the kitchen/dinner room. The small table was covered in a elegant white tablecloth Lana didn't remember owning. Plates and cutlery had been laid out carefully, as well as a few dishes that simply looked mouth-watering. In the middle of the table, standing in a small glass vase stood a single red rose. A few strategically placed candles completed the romantic air. It was therefore a bit of a pity that the kitchen area was still a visible mess, but Lana's attention was hardly focussed on that.

"Wh- what's the occasion?" Lana asked.

"You have to ask?" Ema said. "You were released from prison a year ago today."

"That's... true," Lana said, "but you know how I feel about that particular subject."

"I know, but, you know... it means we've been living together for a year now."

"Yes, you're right," Lana said distantly. She turned to her sister and smiled. "But it has been less than a year since we've started living together."

Even though the candles were the only things lighting the room, Ema's blush was clearly visible. "Well, maybe I just felt like doing something nice."

Lana pulled Ema close and hugged her. "And I appreciate it," she said, before kissing her again.

"Alright, sit down," Ema said. "I didn't go to this trouble just to have it get cold."

Lana smiled and decided not to tell Ema it probably wouldn't have mattered if the food got cold or not. Sitting down, filling her plate, even having a conversation with Ema, it all went on auto-pilot. Lana was incredibly good at working on auto-pilot, but then again she'd had such a long time to practise. Of course, in the past it had been so that she wouldn't have to feel anything. Now she was on auto-pilot so that she could allocate more resources to what was important.

Ema looked beautiful tonight.

No, no that wasn't the right word. 'Beautiful' wasn't adequate. And besides, the people who decided what was fashionable these days wouldn't give Ema a second glance. Then again, the people who decided what was fashionable these days were hopelessly blind so their opinion didn't particularly matter.

Not even consciously knowing whether it was a piece of meat of a bit of vegetable she put in her mouth, Lana observed her sister as she ate and looked and talked and smiled.

So, if 'beautiful' didn't cut it, then what? Wonderful? Marvelous?

No. Most definitely not.

If Ema was anything it would be so... so... grand... that mere words could not possibly hope to catch its essence.

Lana sighed and shook her head. Clearly whatever Ema was, it was powerful indeed. It was the only explanation for such sappy thoughts. Not that she didn't enjoy it in a way, it was just... sappy. And Lana Skye was not sappy.

Except...

"So, do you like it?"

"Hmm?" Lana said.

Ema rolled her eyes. "Our dinner. How do you like it?"

Lana smiled. "It's delicious."

"Liar. You were miles away. What were you thinking about?"

"You."

"Oh," said Ema. "Anything positive?"

"You could say that," Lana said. "Though perhaps 'positive' may be too weak a word."

"Really? So what would be a better word then?"

"I don't know yet," said Lana.

Ema smiled. "Well, let me know when you find out."

"I'm not sure I'll ever find the right word," said Lana. "It may not even exist."

"Then you'll just have to invent it."

"I'm may be competent, but I'm not William Shakespeare," Lana said. "Or Mary Poppins, for that matter."

"Who's Mary Poppins?" Ema asked.

Lana shook her head. "Never you mind. It's not important. Not tonight at least."

"Ah, so you do think the anniversary of your release is important."

"In a way, I suppose I do." Lana put her knife and fork down next to her plate. "It was lovely," she said. "Even if I didn't manage to taste any of it."

"Pfft. I slave away in the kitchen and that's the thanks I get?" Ema said teasingly. "Maybe I shouldn't have bothered."

"No, really, thank you," Lana said.

"I know," said Ema. "I was just teasing." She stood up and began gathering up the dishes.

"No, wait," Lana said, "I..."

Ema looked her at her and suddenly Lana couldn't find the words. She could find some words, but she knew they weren't the right ones. She'd spent so much time locked up inside herself that she was still not entirely her again no matter how much she wished it. But Ema understood her nevertheless, even though Lana felt she shouldn't have to. She put down the dishes, walked over to Lana and embraced her. Lana in turn put her arms around her sister and hugged her tight.

Sometimes, words weren't needed.

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They'd held each other for a while and when they had looked in each other's eyes had decided the dishes could wait. They'd walked towards the bedroom they now shared and somewhere along the way their clothes had mysteriously fallen onto the floor.

Lana lay on her side, Ema in front of her. Somehow she couldn't drag her eyes away from her sister's face. Or, to be precise, her sister's eyes. She reached out slightly and stroked Ema's hair. Ema leaned forward -or perhaps she did, Lana couldn't quite tell- and they kissed deeper than the kisses they'd shared earlier this evening, though no less affectionate. Lana put an arm around her sister as best she could and pulled her close. The feeling of her naked body against her own was... well... 'good' would be quite the understatement.

As they kissed, Ema's right hand travelled down Lana's body and arrived between her legs. Lana gasped slightly as Ema's fingers touched and caressed her wetness. Without really thinking about it, Lana rolled onto her back and spread her legs slightly. Ema, now lying on top of her, raised herself slightly, her fingers never ceasing in feeding Lana's arousal. Her heavy breathing interrupted only by a moan of pleasure as Ema teased a particularly sensitive spot, Lana looked at Ema's eyes looking at her. A part of her wondered why Ema almost looked as if she was searching for something. Suddenly and with shining eyes Ema smiled and leaned down to let Lana kiss her again. Lana's kiss was eager, almost hungry, but she felt it was spoiled by her moaning, the pleasure Ema was building up in her body distracting her. Lana knew Ema didn't mind, but for some reason she did mind.

Their lips parted from each other Ema leaned back, pulling her hand away from between Lana's legs. Lana almost let out a pitiful whimper of disappointment, but managed to restrain herself. She watched as Ema carefully and awkwardly intertwined their legs. Then she slowly lowered herself until her pussy rubbed against Lana's. Lana groaned when the pleasure flared within her. She closed her eyes, her ears filling with the little gasps and whines that told her Ema must be feeling very much the same thing. Grinding herself against Ema, Lana was hardly surprised to hear the interval between her gasps and whines diminish until it seemed almost a miracle the girl was breathing at all. Forcing her eyes open, Lana looked at her sister through a haze of lust. Ema's whole body was moving, centred around the point where her flesh met Lana's. Her face was scrunched up with the effort of contain the build-up of pleasure within her.

Funny how a position they'd only tried at first because they'd been feeling a little silly turned out to stimulate Ema so effectively.

Ema's back arched backward, her whole body shuddering and shaking. Lana watched how the orgasm coursed through Ema, almost coming herself. Ema managed to keep rubbing herself against Lana through it all, increasing the pleasure Lana knew would not soon find a release.

Ema gasped one last time and her body stiffened. Then she fell slowly until she was lying on top of Lana again, nuzzling her neck. Lana calmly stroked her hair and smiled. Moving slowly as if she had to concentrate hard on every little action, Ema reached out and her fingers entwined with those of Lana's free hand.

Lana was still wet and burning, her body longing for Ema's touch. But in a way this little peaceful moment where she held hands with her sister, stroked her hair and felt her body breathe calmly was a great deal more precious.

And besides, the night, as they said, was still young.