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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Rose_Lalonde/Kanaya_Maryam
  Character:
      Rose_Lalonde, Kanaya_Maryam
  Additional Tags:
      Femslash, Romance, Xeno, First_Time, Hurt/Comfort, Issues_involving
      sexuality_and_alien_anatomy, Tentabulges, Masturbation, Community:
      queer_fest
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-18 Words: 2880
****** Orange Sunlight ******
by BatchSan
Summary
     Prompt: 'Rose is comfortable with being a lesbian and she loves
     Kanaya, but when they're finally ready to have sex, she has no idea
     how she feels about Kanaya's anatomy.'
Notes
     Title is kind of weird and I have no real explanation for it. ^^;
     Written for queer_fest.
She groans; long fingers tangling in her hair in her moment of distraction.
Rose shudders as claws drag carefully against her scalp and Kanaya’s lips are
light against her throat, fangs carefully tracing against her jugular.
There aren’t many times Rose allows herself to be visibly vulnerable, but she
can’t deny how deeply, and poetically, Kanaya makes her feel. Kissing her is
like creating new universes with the spark that their lips create when meshed
together. Touches breathe life in these universes and the mere scent and
glimpse of Kanaya is enough to bring that new life to its knees in worship.
Rose Lalonde never expected love to be anything close to this.
She never expected to really ever fall in love either, at least not on this
level. From an early age, Rose assumed she was doomed to be the maiden in the
fairy tales, waiting for a prince to come along to rescue her because it was
never a princess that came to rescue the maidens, a tragedy Rose recognized
from as young as four, though she didn’t understand its significance until much
later. So she had honestly expected her life to go more along the lines of
marrying some boy her mother did not approve of just to one-up her and being
pregnant before she was out of high school although she held no particular
interest in having children.
Then she realized she liked girls, everything falling into place with the
realization.
And even better, she met Kanaya. Felt a strange magnetism to her months before
her world ended, but Rose never fathomed that it could be the early signs of
love. No, never – not until she laid eyes on Kanaya for the first time, and
even then she wasn’t sure what exactly it was that was fluttering in her chest.
Several years later, Rose finds herself straddling Kanaya’s lap, groaning as a
hand gropes her ass and Kanaya’s breath is warm against her shoulder, and she
knows now. She’s so aware of the love she feels for this strange, alien girl
that it’s nearly painful at times to breathe when she thinks about it
sometimes. Yet there are boundaries that remain uncrossed between them, fear of
the unknown and teenage awkwardness that reinforces the guards on these
boundaries.
Rose is quite tired of them today.
“Kanaya,” she says with a breathy whisper, pulling at horns to get her
attention.
Clearly reluctant, the troll pulls her mouth away from where she’s been
thinking about sinking her fangs into a pale shoulder.
“Hm?” she hums, unable to vocalize cohesive words just yet.
“I think,” Rose begins, pauses, and ducks her face down so their foreheads are
touching, “that I might be ready.”
“Ready?”
The word fails to make a comprehensive impact on Kanaya until she feels Rose’s
hands on her hips and, oh! Her eyes light up in understanding when Rose’s
fingertips slip slightly into the top of her skirt, intent clear as the
delicate blush on fair cheeks.
“Are you sure?” Kanaya asks as her arms slide around Rose’s back.
“Positive.”
“If you feel in any way pressured to be doing this then we don’t—“
Rose cuts off the rambling troll with a kiss, sliding her hand into black waves
of hair and pulling lightly.
“I can give you a signed affidavit at a later time to back up my certainty of
how ready I am. Unless you want that writing right this moment, then you’ll
kill the mood and likely change my mind.” Rose sits back on her heels. “You do
want to do it, correct?”
Blushing, Kanaya nods her head quickly. Rose smiles coyly, causing Kanaya to
blush even more.
“Not that that should determine your ultimate decision in this matter,” she
quickly assures. “It is a very important decision to make and my opinion, while
I guess it does count as I am a participant in this, should not influence your
overall decision.”
“Honestly Kanaya, perhaps this may be the one time where you should practice
abstaining from too many words – only a suggestion, of course,” Rose says,
feathering kisses against the other girl’s jaw.
“Okay,’ Kanaya sighs, biting her lip as the kisses run across her chin and down
her throat.
Silence befell them except for the occasional inhale of breath and sigh of
clothes slowly falling away. The pace was perhaps too slow, Rose notes, but it
was safe and calculated, suited to their ways. And perhaps, Rose also notes,
the pace was slow because she held trepidations of what was to come. Not the
act of sex itself, but the anatomy involved with it.
“Is something wrong?”
She fails to realize until too late that she has paused in her unbuttoning of
Kanaya’s skirt. Vulnerability is hard enough without the awkward unease
associated with second guessing oneself amidst heated throes of teenage
debauchery. Currently they were in the middle of both those actions thanks
largely to Rose herself.
“It’s nothing,” Rose says dismissively, continuing with the unbuttoning.
Not buying it, Kanaya ceases the human’s actions with a hold of her wrist.
Frowning, Rose takes a moment before looking up, finding concerned eyes staring
down on her. She hates the look – it reminds her too much of her mother. Overly
doting and concerned when there was no need to be.
Well, perhaps there was a reason this time, and Kanaya was her girlfriend, not
her mother. The doting and concern was both a figment of Rose’s imagination and
the earnest sentiments of the troll, and truly, it was too much to think about,
especially in the current context.
“Rose.”
“It’s…” Rose pauses, thinking of a way to phrase things so not to confuse her
girlfriend. “Do you recall the anatomy lessons we went over some time ago?”
“I am not aware of where you are going with this but I’ll indulge you despite
the oddness. Yes, I recall them.”
“We went over the differences between human females and troll females, and the
vast difference between our genitalia, correct?”
“We discussed it for quite some time at length. You were rather fascinated by
troll anatomy, as I recall.”
“Fascinated still,” Rose says with a small smile.
She then sighs and resituates herself at her girlfriend’s side, frowning
lightly as she decides to get to the point.
“In human society, when a person is attracted to a member of the same sex, as I
am, many are attracted to the defining physiques that they share with that
person. The same cannot be said for all people like this, as the Kinsey scale
includes a wide range of people with slightly differing interests from each
other to people with vastly differing interests from others on the scale, but I
for one have always considered myself the type to be attracted to the female
form -- which is not to say I have no interest in your genitalia. Only that
it’s somewhat off-putting to me, and this is very likely the worst time to make
this realization.”
This time she makes no pretenses to hide her embarrassment, hiding her face in
Kanaya’s shoulder as she waits for admonishing words. Rose is surprised when a
hand cradles her cheek, shoulder moved so Rose’s face was pressed against the
cool skin of Kanaya’s naked chest. Sliding her arms around the troll’s
midsection, Rose waited still for some kind of admonishment; an accusation of
being a tease or something worse. Instead:
“If my bulge puts you off, then we do not have to do this at all – ever, even.
I will still pity you as much as I always have,” Kanaya says, kissing the top
of Rose’s head.
“That’s not fair to you though,” Rose argues, looking up.
“Your happiness matters to me, Rose. Nothing more or less.”
There’s a long silence after this.
“It’s not that I don’t want to do it,” Rose says, pulling away slightly. “I
want to, quite badly.”
Kanaya worries her fang into her lip in thought.
“Perhaps there is a way to work around your situation?” she says slowly.
“What do you propose?”
Kanaya blushes. “I do have at least half of your genitalia.”
Rose quirks an eyebrow at this. Eyebrow arcing higher when Kanaya kisses her
almost chastely and slides a hand lightly up her bare thigh. Her hand pauses at
the purple cotton of Rose’s panties, fingers slipping instead over her hip.
“If you want to do this as much as you say, and are absolutely positive about
it, then I may I remove your undergarments?”
Rose laughs, trying to push back a wave of emotion that tickles the back of her
throat. She brushes away black curls that has fallen into Kanaya’s eyes and
cradles her face, thumbs stroking cheekbones before dropping away.
“Go ahead.”
Rose leans back on the couch, raising her hips to help Kanaya get her panties
off. When they’re gone, she feels naked, but not because she is. It comes with
the full vulnerability and trust she’s showing to someone else. It’s strange,
but being with someone she loves so much makes it easier.
Kanaya stands and steps back, a keen eye drinking in the nude form before her
as she removes her skirt, hesitating noticeably at her underwear before
removing it too. They both blush, for different reasons, before Kanaya sits
again beside the human. She has a hard time meeting Rose’s eyes as she slides
her hand down Rose’s thigh and lifts her leg at the knee to drape it over one
of her own. Catching the gist of Kanaya’s plan, Rose scoots closer to her, arms
fumbling as they cross pass each other, hands falling on their partner’s thigh.
“It’s not too late to change your mind,” Kanaya says, licking her lips as she
finally meets a violet gaze.
“The same can be said for yourself.”
Rose smiles, the expression giving way to slightly parted lips as her
girlfriend’s fingers brush against her clit. Whether it’s accidental or not is
a non-issue as Kanaya’s fingers repeat the action and Rose catches a mixed look
on the troll’s face as she does it a third time. Clearly she’s confused by how
such a small nub of flesh can render a verbose young woman into first absolute
silence and then a shuddery mess of breath in three swift passes. When Rose
throws her head back, black painted nails scraping against gray flesh, Kanaya
seems to understand the importance of this bit of the human and experiments
with the way she touches it. Strokes become small circles, long strokes
becoming short ones, small circles becoming tight caresses of pinched flesh.
She doesn’t mean for it to happen, but Rose cries out softly, surprised and
embarrassed, as a small orgasm ripples quickly through her. The troll’s hand
freezes at the sudden shift in Rose’s demeanor, concern and interest thrumming
in her vascular sac. The only real reprieve Rose feels in that moment is that
Kanaya is unaware of how awkward she must be feeling at having come just from
someone touching her clit for a scantly a moment or two.
“Don’t worry,” Rose says, even as a small throb pulsates between her legs. “I
just…”
“Expelled your genetic material,” Kanaya says with surprise, her fingers and
eyes probing Rose’s entrance delicately. “Is that all?”
“All?”
Now the troll blushes. “Genetic material.”
Rose thinks she should laugh but somehow suspects that would cause Kanaya to
feel foolish or worst, so she instead kisses the troll’s shoulder. “I believe
in you allow your fingers to venture further into me there, you’ll find some
more in due time.”
“You’re able to produce more in such a short time?”
There’s real wonderment in the troll’s voice that does make Rose laugh.
“Female humans can orgasm multiple times in a short amount of time,” she
answers.
She realizes they never went too far in-depth on the topic of sexual relations
during their anatomy lesson. Possibly a good thing, she decides.
Speaking of anatomy, Rose realizes she’s been subconsciously avoiding looking
directly at the wiggling appendage between the troll’s legs. Now that she’s
acknowledged its presence, her eyes are drawn to it in fascination. The
tentacle is thick, but not overly so, and the flesh is tinted jade, or perhaps
that’s the light layer of slime glistening on it. She feels an odd sense of
repulsion, disinterest, and rapt fascination with it. Kanaya mistakes, or
correctly identifies, Rose’s reaction toward her bulge and shifts, feeling
self-conscious of her body.
“It’s lovely, Kanaya,” Rose says, seeing the gloomy look that crosses her
girlfriend’s face. Usually she’s more careful with her reactions but perhaps
the orgasm made her lower her guard too much. She touches the tentacle with her
index finger, sliding it upward from the bottom of its shaft to the tip. A
shudder runs visibly through the troll’s body, but she refrains from making any
noises other than a barely audible sigh. She still looks self-conscious and
Rose feels bad for making her girlfriend feel that way.
“I apologize,” she says, cupping Kanaya’s chin. She accidentally smears the
slime on her finger onto the underside of Kanaya’s face, but the troll doesn’t
notice or care. “I love every part of you, even if I show an initial hesitation
toward it, it doesn’t mean I find it, or you, disgusting or strange in any
way.”
Gray eyes with jade specks spattered throughout the iris consider her face for
a long moment before Kanaya gently cups Rose’s hand where it’s still pressed
against her face and slides it upward so she can kiss the soft palm. When her
hand moves away, Rose is relieved to see a smile on black lips. She leans in to
kiss them, finding the position tricky without her literally climbing into her
girlfriend’s lap, but Kanaya’s extra height over her helps to bridge some of
the awkward maneuvering. Taking opportunity over Kanaya distraction, Rose slips
her hand between the troll’s legs and manages to get her fingers into her nook
before the tentacle or its owner notice she’s even there.
The sharp nip to her lip is worth the sound of Kanaya hiccupping a surprised
hiss.
There’s a slap of wiggling appendage against her forearm that makes Rose tense
slightly, mostly from unfamiliarity, before the troll’s surprise ebbs away just
enough to remember to take hold of the errant tentacle before it caused any
damage or possible discomfort. Rose looks down to see Kanaya’s hand moving up
and down the length of her tentacle as Rose’s fingers push in and out of her,
first experimentally, and then with gusto. She feels her fascination roar back
to life at the sight, eager to see her girlfriend stroke herself, but she’s
distracted by fingers once again between her legs. They slide torturously slow
over her still sensitive clit, before lodging themselves within her.
Rose is more than positive she’s never experienced so much visual, auditory,
and physical overload at one time. It sends a shiver down her spine even as her
body grows too hot for comfort.
Occasionally, Kanaya manages to crane her neck enough to steal a kiss from the
human, but mostly her head spends its time thrown back as her hips jut outward
against the combined efforts of her hand and her matesprit’s. They’re both
sweating now, the scent barely palpable over cresting orgasms and fire burning
beneath skins. Kanaya grinds the palm of her hand down on Rose’s clit and she
cries out, panting and jamming her fingers harder into the troll.
Rose comes first, gasping Kanaya’s name before the waves of pleasure break
against her psyche. Somehow, she remembers, distantly, to keep pumping her
fingers into her girlfriend, dimly aware of muscles tensing around her fingers
until her fingers are too warm and wet and Kanaya is damn near levitating off
the couch as she makes inhuman noises expel from her throat. Jade-tinted fluid
splashes onto her stomach and coats Rose’s hand as the tentacle goes tense and
then begins to recede back into its sheath.
The blonde thinks like a waterfall unaware of what that even means. Post-coital
nonsense, she supposes.
Though tired and despite the mess, Rose manages to readjust herself so she’s
sitting in Kanaya’s lap like a tired child, legs stretched out onto the couch
cushions. Kanaya meets her in a tired, but happy kiss, arms embracing one
another like pieces of a puzzle locking into place. They pant softly against
each other until breaths and heartbeats slow and sleep is not a maybe, but a
matter of when.
“That was a fine alternative, Kanaya,” Rose commends, her voice husky with
sleep.
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“Perhaps in the future…”
Rose lets the sentence hang there, unsure how to continue it or not wanting to
make promises she doesn’t know if she can keep. Lesbians use strap-ons, she
reminds herself as the tendrils of sleep tighten their grip on her
subconscious, so how different?
“Only if you’re absolutely ready and willing,’ Kanaya murmurs sleepily,
nuzzling her nose into Rose’s hair.
She’s not sure if she’ll ever be ready for being fucked by her girlfriend’s
tentacle dick, but she secretly hopes, as she feels consciousness slip
completely away from her, that maybe one day…
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