Hope and Longing
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+A through F › Another Code (Trace Memory)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,782
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hope and Longing
TITLE: Hope and Longing
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
* * * * *
Ashley Mizuki Robbins lay on her bed, staring up at the white ceiling. She'd just finished her homework and was now killing a bit of time, looking without really seeing, thinking without really thinking. Just... being.
Eventually she got that vague nagging feeling that she really ought to come back down to Earth and maybe go do something, even though there wasn't really anything to do.
She turned her head slightly and looked at the wall next to her bed. There was a small line of pictures there. Of herself, of her friends, of... of Jessica.
Ashley closed her eyes and sighed.
Jessica.
The woman was her aunt and had raised her since she was three. Yet, Ashley had never called her 'mom' or even 'aunt' Jessica. Always just Jessica. She'd never really thought about the why and Jessica had never made any kind of big deal about it. But it was a big deal to Ashley. It turned out to be the biggest deal ever once she became aware of her feelings.
Maybe that was it. Maybe that was why she'd never called Jessica her aunt. If they didn't really think of each other as family, maybe it would be easier for both of them.
Complete nonsense, of course, but a girl had to hope, hadn't she?
Ashley reached for her nightstand and grabbed the framed picture she kept there. It was a photograph of Jessica, taken last summer, just around the time when Ashley had started feeling vaguely weird and pleasantly uncomfortable. It wasn't a particularly nice picture of Jessica. Just her looking into the camera all serious like as she usually did.
God, she was beautiful.
Ashley looked at the picture for who knew how long. Minutes. Hours. All of eternity. Unformed wishes filled her mind, vague hope flooded her body. Serious blue eyes looked at her, but there was also a hint of smile, a suggestion of that warm nature few people knew was there.
The middle finger of Ashley's right hand circled a nipple through her shirt and she became more and more aware of just how aroused she was. Her body's yearning for Jessica wasn't a strictly courtly affair. She didn't just long for intimate picnics in the park or romantic walks in the moonlight. She wanted Jessica to hold her, to kiss her, to spend the night in bed with her.
Ashley's hand travelled slowly down her body and managed to get into her jeans.
"Mmm."
Resting the picture on her chest, Ashley closed her eyes as her hand cupped her pussy through her by now wet panties. She arched slightly as her hand moved up and down, pleasant tension filling her body. Jessica floated into her mind, vague, unfocussed, but nevertheless there with her. Rubbing her pussy through her panties, Ashley imagined Jessica naked, even though she didn't know how it would really look like. Beautiful, of course, but other than that...
Jessica put her hand on Ashley's cheek and leaned forward to kiss her.
Biting her bottom lip, Ashley slipped her hand into her panties, her fingers becoming instantly wet. The heat between her legs was intense, almost consuming. Clumsy and inexperienced, Ashley's fingers explored her folds with passion. She didn't masturbate very often, didn't know her body all that well, but she was getting some very good ideas about what she liked. And she liked this.
Jessica lifted Ashley's red and white shirt, which then... went somewhere, leaving her pert breasts exposed to the air and to Jessica. Jessica's hands caressed them and she smiled appreciatively. Then she leaned down and her tongue played with a nipple as hard as diamond.
Her breathing became heavy, her chest started heaving and Ashley's head jerked from side to side as she touched herself., finding places she'd never found before, feeling things she'd never felt before. Romantic and erotic fantasies drained from her mind, became incoherent and muted as pleasure filled her up. She felt lost in her arousal, even though she hadn't lost control of her hand and fingers, driving herself ever further onward.
"Ashley!" her aunt's voice shouted up the stairs. "Dinner!"
Ashley turned her head to face the door and barely managed to open her eyes without pausing her fingering. "C-c-coming!" she shouted.
Part of Ashley knew that she should stop right now, clean up, maybe put on a fresh pair of panties and go down to eat. The rest of her refused to listen to it, frantically seeking, needing, release. Ashley rubbed her pussy harshly, desperately, until it almost hurt.
Groaning, her body writhing on her bed, Ashley came in a great, shuddering heave. The orgasm seared through her, blanking out her mind, robbing her of a moment's breath.
The first thing Ashley became aware of some time later (and how much later she didn't know) was the ceiling above her. It hadn't changed, yet looked curiously different. She pulled her hand out of her jeans and looked at it. The fingers were coated with a wet, sticky mess.
"Ashley!"
"Right, right! Coming!" Ashley yelled.
Using her clean hand, Ashley dug a handkerchief out of her pocket and did the best she could. She didn't have time to change her panties and she was almost certain she smelled so heavily of sex Jessica would be able to spot it. She could see it now, sitting down at the table, Jessica raising an eyebrow and asking her what she was doing up there.
And maybe, Ashley thought, she would tell her the truth.
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
* * * * *
Ashley Mizuki Robbins lay on her bed, staring up at the white ceiling. She'd just finished her homework and was now killing a bit of time, looking without really seeing, thinking without really thinking. Just... being.
Eventually she got that vague nagging feeling that she really ought to come back down to Earth and maybe go do something, even though there wasn't really anything to do.
She turned her head slightly and looked at the wall next to her bed. There was a small line of pictures there. Of herself, of her friends, of... of Jessica.
Ashley closed her eyes and sighed.
Jessica.
The woman was her aunt and had raised her since she was three. Yet, Ashley had never called her 'mom' or even 'aunt' Jessica. Always just Jessica. She'd never really thought about the why and Jessica had never made any kind of big deal about it. But it was a big deal to Ashley. It turned out to be the biggest deal ever once she became aware of her feelings.
Maybe that was it. Maybe that was why she'd never called Jessica her aunt. If they didn't really think of each other as family, maybe it would be easier for both of them.
Complete nonsense, of course, but a girl had to hope, hadn't she?
Ashley reached for her nightstand and grabbed the framed picture she kept there. It was a photograph of Jessica, taken last summer, just around the time when Ashley had started feeling vaguely weird and pleasantly uncomfortable. It wasn't a particularly nice picture of Jessica. Just her looking into the camera all serious like as she usually did.
God, she was beautiful.
Ashley looked at the picture for who knew how long. Minutes. Hours. All of eternity. Unformed wishes filled her mind, vague hope flooded her body. Serious blue eyes looked at her, but there was also a hint of smile, a suggestion of that warm nature few people knew was there.
The middle finger of Ashley's right hand circled a nipple through her shirt and she became more and more aware of just how aroused she was. Her body's yearning for Jessica wasn't a strictly courtly affair. She didn't just long for intimate picnics in the park or romantic walks in the moonlight. She wanted Jessica to hold her, to kiss her, to spend the night in bed with her.
Ashley's hand travelled slowly down her body and managed to get into her jeans.
"Mmm."
Resting the picture on her chest, Ashley closed her eyes as her hand cupped her pussy through her by now wet panties. She arched slightly as her hand moved up and down, pleasant tension filling her body. Jessica floated into her mind, vague, unfocussed, but nevertheless there with her. Rubbing her pussy through her panties, Ashley imagined Jessica naked, even though she didn't know how it would really look like. Beautiful, of course, but other than that...
Jessica put her hand on Ashley's cheek and leaned forward to kiss her.
Biting her bottom lip, Ashley slipped her hand into her panties, her fingers becoming instantly wet. The heat between her legs was intense, almost consuming. Clumsy and inexperienced, Ashley's fingers explored her folds with passion. She didn't masturbate very often, didn't know her body all that well, but she was getting some very good ideas about what she liked. And she liked this.
Jessica lifted Ashley's red and white shirt, which then... went somewhere, leaving her pert breasts exposed to the air and to Jessica. Jessica's hands caressed them and she smiled appreciatively. Then she leaned down and her tongue played with a nipple as hard as diamond.
Her breathing became heavy, her chest started heaving and Ashley's head jerked from side to side as she touched herself., finding places she'd never found before, feeling things she'd never felt before. Romantic and erotic fantasies drained from her mind, became incoherent and muted as pleasure filled her up. She felt lost in her arousal, even though she hadn't lost control of her hand and fingers, driving herself ever further onward.
"Ashley!" her aunt's voice shouted up the stairs. "Dinner!"
Ashley turned her head to face the door and barely managed to open her eyes without pausing her fingering. "C-c-coming!" she shouted.
Part of Ashley knew that she should stop right now, clean up, maybe put on a fresh pair of panties and go down to eat. The rest of her refused to listen to it, frantically seeking, needing, release. Ashley rubbed her pussy harshly, desperately, until it almost hurt.
Groaning, her body writhing on her bed, Ashley came in a great, shuddering heave. The orgasm seared through her, blanking out her mind, robbing her of a moment's breath.
The first thing Ashley became aware of some time later (and how much later she didn't know) was the ceiling above her. It hadn't changed, yet looked curiously different. She pulled her hand out of her jeans and looked at it. The fingers were coated with a wet, sticky mess.
"Ashley!"
"Right, right! Coming!" Ashley yelled.
Using her clean hand, Ashley dug a handkerchief out of her pocket and did the best she could. She didn't have time to change her panties and she was almost certain she smelled so heavily of sex Jessica would be able to spot it. She could see it now, sitting down at the table, Jessica raising an eyebrow and asking her what she was doing up there.
And maybe, Ashley thought, she would tell her the truth.