The Eve

TITLE: The Eve
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Hero/Rose
NOTE: Just a simple little quickie more or less inspired by a certain segment of Fable II's endgame.


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The sun was a red disc hanging just above the horizon when the girl known as Sparrow returned to her caravan. It was a very strange evening in that it was very quiet. The gypsies who'd more or less taken her in after... after she'd had to leave Bowerstone tended to really enjoy evenings with a lot of dancing, songs and public drunkeness. But now everything was so quiet she could hear the crickets chirp.

When Sparrow reached her caravan, her dog was eagerly waiting for her as was Rose who'd been entertaining him with a stick.

"Hey Rose," Sparrow greeted.

Rose looked up and smiled. "Hey there, little Sparrow. Or should I say big Sparrow now?"

"Just Sparrow will do," Sparrow said as she petted her dog.

"Can't believe you're actually two years older than me by now," said Rose.

"That's time for you," said Sparrow.

"Yeah," said Rose.

Sparrow stared at her sister in silence. Something was wrong here, but she couldn't quite figure out what. Then it hit her.

"You're dead," she said.

"Yeah," said Rose.

"So... this is a dream, then?" Sparrow said.

"Looks like," said Rose.

"Doesn't feel like a dream."

Rose shrugged. "Yeah, well, something pretty big is about to happen so maybe you're having more of a kind of vision dream kind of thing."

"What's going to happen then?" Sparrow asked.

"Dunno. But you can sort of feel it coming. Out with the old, in with the new, all that."

"If you're part of 'the old', I don't think I'd be throwing it out any time soon," Sparrow said.

Rose smiled. "Thanks. But that's not really what I meant. Today you're just some girl living with a bunch of gypsies. Tomorrow... well, who knows?"

"And tonight?" Sparrow asked.

"That's up to you I guess," Rose replied.

Sparrow pulled her sister closer. She didn't really know why. Rose looked strange, except that she didn't. She looked like she always did in her memory with her pigtails, ragtag clothes and bare stomach. It was just that she was different. Older, taller, not as carefree. Not always one meal away from starvation, granted, but somehow that hard fact of life hadn't so bad back then. Not while Rose was still around.

"I missed you," Sparrow said.

"I know," Rose said gently. "Reckon that's why I'm here."

Without really thinking, Sparrow leaned in and kissed her sister. She'd half expected Rose to jump away and say something, but she simply kissed her back, her lips impossibly soft. Of course, this was just a dream so it wasn't really Rose kissing her, right? The real Rose never would, right?

And then she remembered wintry nights where they'd been forced to huddle together for warmth and Rose holding her tightly as though she feared she might fly away if she didn't.

"Sad, innit?" Rose whispered. "Not knowing and never finding out?"

Sparrow gave her a faint smile. "I guess."

"Well, you know what? What with your Future standing right before the door, how's about I show you not what's it gonna be but what it might have been instead?"

"Am I going to like it?" Sparrow asked.

Rose took a step away. Then she dropped her jacket and took of her vest. Sparrow swallowed at the sight of her now naked upper body, still young and developing, but at the same time showing the desirable young woman she had almost become.

"Remember?" Rose said. "The gypsies did come to Bowerstone again that winter and they took us in again. And when they left again we went with. We never saw that music box, we never went to Fairfax."

"And you didn't die," Sparrow said.

"That's right," said Rose. "And now here we are."

"But you're still younger than I am," Sparrow pointed out.

"Yeah, well, let's not get caught up in the fine detail, right?" Rose said. "Thing is, one warm evening after we'd done a bit too much dancing we went back to our little caravan and I said..."

"I love you."

"Exactly," Rose said. "Still do."

Rose took her hand and walked into the caravan and its single cot. Sparrow followed her worldlessly. Rose was younger now. She wasn't as strong as she was and probably not as smart. But somehow, right now, she was her big sister again. It was pretty weird.

As she walked up the steps into the caravan, the outside world faded. So did her clothes, for that matter. So did the rest of Rose's. Sparrow watched her sister let go of her hand and lie down on the blankets, displaying her bare body.

"Well don't just stand there," Rose said. "You'll catch a cold."

Sparrow stared at her. This wasn't happening. This was just a dream. Her sister wasn't really waiting for her to make love to her.

And yet, she really was.

What might have been, eh?

She lay down next to her naked sister, stroked her arm, looked into her eyes and kissed her again. Rose's lips were still soft, but there was a growing passion behind it. Sparrow soon found herself turned onto her back, her sister's warm body on top of her and filling her body with hotly glowing arousal. She thought she heard Rose moan softly when she embraced and parted her lips just enough for her tongue to slip out and meet her sister's. Then again, perhaps she'd been the one who'd moaned with growing lust.

Rose pulled away and the disappointed whine was definitely Sparrow's. She grinned.

"Don't worry little Sparrow. I know a coupla things that're even better than kissing."

Before Sparrow could respond in any way, Rose had dipped down and kissed her neck. Her lips felt hot on her skin, but not as hot as her sister's leg, which gently moved her legs apart so it could slip between them and press against her pussy. Sparrow moaned when she felt Rose's skin grind against her aroused wetness, pleasure flowering within her.

Rose's lips travelled lower and lower and Sparrow could do little but enjoy their fire and writhe against her sister's leg. She gasped softly when her sister's mouth reached her breasts and lingered there, lavishing attention on them. Rose kissed and lapped at every inch of them as though she were determined to cover them both with a thin layer of saliva.

Rose lifted herself a little, lips pulling away from her breasts, her leg withdrawing from between Sparrow's, allowing her get some of her breath back in great heaves. Sparrow watched her grinning sister silently, feeling her breath become shallower with anticipation again as Rose lowered her head towards her breasts again with maddening slowness. A little lustful thrill ran through Sparrow's body when she saw her lips part slightly and she shuddered with delight when Rose's warm breath caressed one of her nipples. A ragged moan ripped from Sparrow's lips when her sister's head dipped lower and placed a single light little kiss on the dark tip of her nipple.

Rose snickered. "You're so easy to toy with sometimes, sis."

Before Sparrow could find the breath to respond, Rose continued her downward journey across her naked body, raining kisses down her breast and onto her stomach. Sparrow squirmed with a brief jolt of weirdly intense pleasure when her sister reached her belly button and let her tongue dip into it. Then Rose went down her body even further.

Sparrow's loud moan filled the caravan and would have filled the air of the camp outside if there had still been an outside when her sister kissed her wet slit. Her eyes closed and her back arched when the heat poured through her and her hands instinctively gripped her cot tightly. For a moment she was quiet when the thick pleasure choked her lungs, but then she regained just enough control over her body to breathe in lustful moans and writhe on her sister's skilled tongue.

In a way, it was rather silly. Rose was younger than she was right now. Yet now she'd devolved into the little sister who was completely helpless in the face her big sister's eager mouth. Part of her could even recognise that Rose wasn't even all that skilled. She licked and lapped at her folds with enthusiasm, but without intent or direction, stimulating her greatly but not efficiently.

But Sparrow didn't care about efficiency. All that mattered now was her younger big sister's mouth playing with her pussy and filling her body with glorious lustful fire. In fact, there was only thing that could possibly matter more right now when her every nerve ending danced with pleasure and her sister's lapping tongue entered her.

Sparrow suddenly felt a weight on top of her body. Opening her eyes, she wasn't very surprised to see it was her sister's naked body lying on her again. But whereas they'd been face to face last time, now Sparrow looked right at her sister's tantalisingly glistening pussy.

"Go on, little Sparrow," Rose breathed. "Do it."

Sparrow obeyed eagerly. Not that she'd needed telling in the first place. She put her hands on her sister's ass and pulled her down to her mouth. The taste of Rose's juices flowing onto her tongue was almost as sweet as the pleasured moan that came from her lips. Sparrow kissed and lapped at Rose eagerly, determined to feel her sister's body with roaring pleasure and her own ears with her beautiful moans. She felt her sister's naked body beginning to writhe on her lips and Sparrow shuddered with perverse delight at the thought that perhaps her sister had become so overwhelmed with what her tongue gave her, she'd completely forgotten about pleasuring her.

The thought didn't last long as Rose soon lowered herself between her legs again. A wave of pleasure surged through Sparrow's body when her sister moaned against her pussy, forcing a moan from her lips to vibrate against Rose's slit and reverbrate through her naked body. Fighting her rising lust as much as she could, Sparrow tried to ignore her sister's tongue as best she could. Not so she could focus more on kissing her pussy in return, because nothing gave her more joy than stimulating her sister and even in the depths of the most lust-addled craze she would still prefer to lick at her sister's wetness rather than have her pay attention to her own, but simply to delay her inevitable orgasm for as long as possible. Part of her knew that when she came, it would be over and Sparrow could not allow that. Not until her sister had come first, at least.

But Rose's tongue felt so good lapping at her folds and circling her clit that it soon became clear to her that her pleasured body didn't care about what she could or could not 'allow'. Still, she did her utmost best, desperately kissing and licking her sister's slit only for her trembling body to absorb more and more of Rose's beautiful moans and filling her with more pleasure than she could possibly contain.

Sparrow came violently, her naked body shuddering and heaving, Rose hungrily kissing her pussy as though to drink as much of her orgasmic fluids as she could.

The world went white.

Everything went quiet.

Someone whispered to her.

And then the world came back.

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Sparrow jolted upright, something halfway between a sob and a moan tearing from her throat. She'd lived alone in this caravan for about ten years now, but it had never felt so empty or lonely. Her dog padded towards her, clearly sensing that something was wrong. Sparrow gave the animal a brief, sad smile, put her arms around it and hugged it. She just... she just needed to feel a friendly presence right now.

A shadow fell over her and Sparrow looked up to see Theresa standing in the doorway.

"Good morning, Sparrow."

Sparrow nodded. She just didn't have it in her to talk right now.

"When you find the time, please join me on the bridge up on the hill," the blind seer continued. "We have a great deal to discuss."

Sparrow nodded again. Theresa nodded in return, turned around and left.

Sparrow held her dog tightly and closed her eyes, willing the tears away.

And somewhere in the back of her head she heard a whispered voice.

I love you, sis...