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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      The_Man_From_U.N.C.L.E._(TV)
  Relationship:
      Angelique/Mara
  Character:
      Angelique_(Man_From_U.N.C.L.E.), Mara_(Man_From_U.N.C.L.E.)
  Additional Tags:
      Girl's_School, surreptitious_smoking, First_Time, head_games
  Series:
      Part 1 of my_persuasion_can_build_a_nation_(girls_run_the_world)
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-12 Completed: 2015-09-17 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3028
****** lips like wine, not sugar ******
by Kleenexwoman
Summary
     Mara spent the semester they learned about Seduction playing sick.
     It's her roommate Angelique's favorite class.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Mara is all bunched up in her bed and reading a book when Angelique returns.
She glances at her roommate over the tops of her unstylish black-rimmed
glasses, and then turns a page. "How was the seduction lesson?"
"Anticlimactic," Angelique says dryly. She kicks the door shut and opens her
copy of "Atlas Shrugged," carefully fishing out the cigarette pack she's hidden
in the hollowed-out interior.
"Too bad." Mara licks her finger and turns another page. Angelique reaches over
and presses the cigarette to the lit bulb in Mara's reading lamp, holding it
there until the end starts to glow. This is what gets Mara to look up, swatting
away Angelique's hand. "Don't do that! I've already got a cold."
Angelique sneers. "It'll toughen you up, then." She uses the nightstand between
their twin beds as a step up to the windowsill, and pushes open the window,
carefully fanning the smoke outside.
"Thanks." Mara hunches down further in her bed. Angelique aims a lackadaisical
kick at her head, and Mara reaches out without looking and grabs her ankle,
twisting her foot to the side. There's no real rancor or energy in it; they
have rehearsed a similar move a million times in Physical Education. "The only
reason I'm not pulling you down right now is because I don't want that nasty
thing lit up in the room."
Angelique frees her foot from Mara's grasp and blows smoke out of one side of
her mouth. She's been practicing that on her own, not just when smoking but
when speaking--especially to boys. It makes her look a bit mysterious, and God
knows she'll have to have a gimmick if she wants to make it to executive agent.
"I'll ash the thing in your hair, darling."
Mara swats listlessly at Angelique. She turns another page before adding, "Oh,
I might have added a chemical explosive load to one of those cigarettes for an
experiment, but I can't remember which one. Be quite careful, will you?"
"You little shit!" Angelique spits her cigarette out and throws it as hard as
she can towards Janet Diketon's window. "If I have to give up smoking because
of you, I'm going to pluck the hairs out of your head one by one as I twitch in
agony."
"It's a very bad habit," Mara murmurs. "Makes you taste like an ashtray."
"Ha. Like you would know what kissing tastes like in the first place."
Angelique clambers down from the window, satisfied that the cigarette is closer
to Janet's room than to hers just in case it really is explosive.
"I have more important things on my mind."
"Like?"
"Good grades."
Angelique laughs. "Darling, if you're good enough at kissing, you don't need
grades."
Mara riffles the pages of her book back and forth. It's one of her tells--she's
likely to spit out a Slavic curse word, slam her book down, and pull her
blanket over her head. But instead she says, "Well, maybe I just don't like
kissing."
Angelique blinks. "Everyone likes kissing."
"I don't!" And that's when the book goes down and the cover goes over Mara's
head.
Angelique takes out another cigarette and puts it in her mouth without lighting
it, then regards the lump that is Mara. Mara is pretty, but utterly
unwelcoming--not even hard to get, but sincerely frigid.
Angelique isn't sure which one of them had taken a disliking to each other
first or why, but she knew it wasn't the kind of easy, puppyish partnership
that the other girls seemed to have with each other. The other assigned
roommates seemed to egg each other on to excel, to plan elaborate pranks and
projects with each other that could only be executed by two people, to trade
favors as easily as they traded trinkets and interesting tips--but somehow she
and Mara had rubbed each other wrong from the beginning. Perhaps it was the way
the other girl had lurked in her bedroom the entire first month, hiding behind
Angelique if anyone had tried to talk to her, then ignoring Angelique to
retreat back into her bedroom once the potential suitor was dispatched.
Yes, Angelique thought, that kind of thing could certainly make a girl feel
used.
"Well." Angelique sits down on the edge of Mara's bed. Mara does not protest,
and Angelique proceeds to make herself comfortable, crossing her legs and
draping one arm over Mara's supine form. She holds the cigarette in her free
hand, gesturing with it to an audience of no one. "Have you ever kissed a boy?"
"No," Mara says, her voice muffled by the blanket.
"What about a girl, then?"
The question hangs in the air like cigarette smoke. Angelique finds herself
grinning, despite it. She's just started her first seduction. Oh, she's had the
same kisses, gropes, and meaningful looks as anyone has, but she's been at the
Bathory Finishing School for Wayward Girls, the sister institute of the Ecole
Figliano, for three whole years already and she's just turned sixteen and it's
time, it's time for her first.
One lesson and already trying out theory, she congratulates herself. What a
prodigy.
She slides her hand down Mara's back. "You know, darling, it's too bad you're
just a wee bit too weak to attend classes at all--because otherwise, I could
help you catch up on what you've been missing."
It's sort of sincere, she reflects with surprise. True, she suspects that
extending the hand of friendship to the little brain in pursuit of her academic
studies might be what makes her melt, but the truth is that Angelique wants to
have Mara on her side. The few times she's had any kind of friendly attention
from Mara at all, it was catching her just after class when she'd just had to
tell someone what terribly clever thoughts she'd had in classes Angelique had
skipped.
Well, everyone had to have someone to impress, didn't they?
Angelique believs in doing things the easy way, and in the way you liked best.
So she pushes up the back of Mara's shirt just a little, just enough to expose
a few inches of her lower back, and begins to trace circles and loops all over
Mara's skin. "Math, and that sort of thing. We're going to be reading 'Dynamics
of an Asteroid' soon, and I know how much you were looking forward to that."
She has no idea if it was on the curriculum, of course, but Mara seemed to have
an absolute passion for the long-deceased THRUSH founder. The man had written
tomes and tomes on the mathematical organization of society, and Mara was
somehow most keen on the math of it all, rather than things like how make your
eyeliner so sharp that it could, literally, kill a man.
(Angelique had taken "Weaponized Femininity" last semester. THRUSH was
extremely literal about the phrase.)
Mara sighs a little. "Could you really? I mean, take decent notes and
everything?"
"Oh, I'm fairly sure I can manage to catch you up on everything you need to
know," Angelique purrs. She pushes Mara's shirt up further. The girl looks like
she's never gotten any sun in her life, and Angelique is a little jealous. With
that platinum hair, she could be a real knockout if she wanted. Competition, of
course. But maybe Angelique will show her a few pointers, out of the kindness
of her heart.
She feels Mara freeze and tense up beneath her fingers, but the girl doesn't
try to shove Angelique off, or do much of anything at all. "You don't need to
give me a back massage. I'm fine."
"Oh, but you're lying there on your back all day," Angelique says. She slides
her nails along Mara's back, and that's when Mara shivers. Angelique knows
she's on to something. "And you must get awfully lonely, sitting here all sick
and by yourself. Poor, poor thing." She pitches her voice smooth, low, like
satin sliding over you. At least, that's the tone she's going for, and will
certainly achieve someday. For now, not even the cigarettes she smokes whenever
she can catch a spare moment aren't enough to erase the chirp from her tones.
"I...I like studying alone," Mara says. "I can't stand everyone's stupid
questions." She draws in a low, subtle breath. "I don't need anyone's company."
"Oh? And why not?" Angelique asks. "What are you up to in here all day that we
aren't allowed to see?" She presses the heels of her hands into Mara's back and
drags her hands down, down. Mara moans appreciatively. That's when Angelique's
hands reach Mara's waistband, and she hooks her fingers in it and begins to
pull them down.
"If you're suggesting I'm doing anything--like that--" Mara grips the sides of
the narrow mattress and scoots her body up the bed, efforts impeded not by
Angelique's grip, but by the fact that there's nowhere else to climb but up the
headboard. It's not hard to slip her pajama bottoms off.
Angelique purses her lips as she pulls down the light blue pants, terribly
frumpy as they are. Angelique takes pains to sleep in the top alone. "Darling,
if you're ever going to make it in THRUSH, you're going to have to wear
something that's not white cotton underwear. It's simply not alluring."
"I don't care if it's alluring or not!" Mara is clutching the headboard, but
not making any attempt to get out of bed or push Angelique off.
"Why not? Don't you care if nobody ever gets to see you naked?" Angelique
slides her hands up Mara's hips.
"I'm going to be in Ultimate Computer. I--I--" Mara buries her head in the
pillow. "I don't care if men ever touch me! There, I said it."
"Do you not like men?" Angelique asks. "Or do you not like kissing?"
"I don't know what you mean," Mara says, her voice muffled by the pillow.
Instead of answering, Angelique hops down off of the bed. She crouches by
Mara's pillow and cups the back of her head, turns Mara's face towards her, and
takes in the sight of startled blue eyes before she presses her lips to Mara's.
Mara's lips are very soft, but unyielding. Angelique remedies this by
fluttering her tongue against Mara's lips, and she opens up like magic. Her
mouth is wet and a little acrid, and Angelique realizes that she's been sipping
tea. It's a sweet kiss, gentle and unassuming.
She draws back, mouth still open, eyes lidded. "See, doesn't that feel nice?"
Mara wipes her mouth on her sleeve and glares at Angelique. "You don't have to
condescend to me just because I don't go around kissing everyone I see."
"Fine." Angelique tosses her hair and gets off the bed. "If you don't want my
help, you don't want my help."
***** Chapter 2 *****
"You've been seducing me." Mara wipes her hand on her sleeve. "I can't believe
it."
"It's part of the lesson, darling." Angelique sits on her knees on the bed,
thighs spread apart. "I did it to you, and now you can do that part to me, all
right?" She's expecting Mara's lips, soft and closed and chaste--
--but instead she gets Mara's tongue, and Angelique is a little smitten. She
hadn't expected Mara to go for it, and she runs her fingernails down along
Mara's spine. Mara moans and arches under her back, and that's when Angelique
stops trying to teach Mara and starts to touch her.
She runs her hand up Mara's thigh and slips three fingers into Mara's panties,
pulling them away from her body and down her legs. Mara lets Angelique pull
them off, blue eyes wide and bright and boring into Angelique's grey eyes.
Angelique looks away, down to Mara's body, down to where Mara's legs are
spread.
"You're lovely," she murmurs, and pushes Mara down on her side; the other girl
goes down without complaint, folding herself under Angelique's slender hand.
Angelique slips down to spread herself against Mara's back, spooning her. Her
hand wanders between Mara's thighs, and Mara moans so very nicely when
Angelique presses the heel of her hand against Mara's cunt.
Mara presses her ass back against Angelique's hips, spreads her legs. Angelique
parts her folds, slips in her fingernail, the tip of her finger. Mara is
velvet.
"It's not--it's not bad--" Mara is so bad at hiding her desire, her obvious
want. Angelique presses in further and Mara lets her, relaxing the muscles of
her cunt with a sigh. "I suppose I might be able to stand it, occasionally.
Rather pleasing in a purely physical way."
"Well, let me see how you can take another one. That's what we learned in the
class, you know." Angelique's ear is by Mara's mouth. She can feel Mara
shudder, can feel something warm and pulsing coming from her pubis. "How to
seduce someone. How to get them to take whatever you want to give them."
"Oh, God." Mara shudders around her fingers. "How can you get them to take it?"
"Force." Angelique twists her fingers into Mara. "Torque. It's a physics term,
is it not? It is French and it means 'to twist,' in the way that I am doing to
you right now.'"
"So you twist..."
"You twist, darling, and you ease your way in. When they sense you coming, you
turn back. It makes them think you don't know what you're--" Angelique circles
her fingers around, finding a little rough patch and stroking her nail across
it. Mara lets out a yelp, but not a loud one. Angelique does enjoy it when
Mara's annoyed, the way she wrinkles up her nose, and she thinks that Mara must
be quite lovely right now. It's a pity she can't see Mara's face.
Mara shoots a hand back and wraps it around Angelique's wrist. This is another
move they've practiced before, and Mara is the same as she is when Angelique
pins her onto the mattress in sparring class--she's sweating, thin fine strands
of blonde hair plastered across her forehead, and her sparse blue eyes are
fiery and wild. "Slower."
Angelique slows her speed. "But you have to learn to take it fast," she says,
"quick thinking." She presses into Mara again, three hard twists, languid and
grinding. Mara cries out hard, twists her hips against Angelique's, and comes.
Angelique can feel the fluttering of the muscles in her cunt, the way Mara
shudders hard into her and then collapses.
"You see? That wasn't so hard." Angelique draws her fingers out of Mara's cunt.
Inspiration strikes her, and she holds up her wet fingers to Mara's lips.
"Clean them off, now."
Mara obediently sticks out her tongue to lick the juices of her own cunt, her
own orgasm off of Angelique's fingers, her bright blue eyes glazed with
pleasure and slightly crossed with the effort of focusing on Angelique's
fingers. Oh, Angelique thinks, she certainly belongs to someone now, even if
she doesn't know it.
Mara is so sincere, lapping every trace of her juices away from Angelique's
fingers, and Angelique realizes that she really means to clean her off with her
own tongue--she really has thoroughly neglected her Seduction work, and
certainly she's never cracked one of the racy novels that Angelique reads for
pointers. If Mara thinks that this is simply what's done after sex, she'll be
happy and willing to suck her own cunt juices off of Angelique's fingers every
time they do this.
Angelique's mind races with plans.
"Good girl." Angelique smooths back Mara's hair.
"Girl? I'm six months older than you." Mara yawns.
"Well, when you're tutoring me in Chemistry, you can call me 'girl' if you
want."
Mara hesitates, and Angelique can see it. Something to note--the killer
instinct certainly wears off after sex. "I never said I'd tutor you in
Chemistry."
Angelique shrugs. "Ah, well, you don't have to." She slides to her knees and
rests her head on Mara's leg. After a moment, she reaches up and pulls down
Mara's hand, places it gently on her own hair. Mara gets the idea quickly,
stroking Angelique's hair, even playing with it a little, and Angelique sighs
in contentment. "It's too bad you're sick, you know. We could do this all the
time if you weren't so terribly weak, but as it is, I simply can't risk getting
infected."
Mara giggles. "Oh, but I'm not really sick," she confesses, and there's a
gigantic grin on her face. Angelique, not believing her luck, smiles
approvingly and nestles in to hear.
"You see," Mara says, "I'm using one of the most common poisons in the world--
a very small amount of spider vemon--to make myself sick." She points over at
Nancy, her pet tarantula. "I milk it from Nancy. It's not lethal in very small
doses, and it doesn't even stay in the system--but it does make me sick enough
for fifteen minutes for the nurse to let me stay in bed."
"Incredible," murmurs Angelique, "you are truly a genius."
"Even better!" Mara holds up her hand. "Nancy's poison carries a compound found
in all other poisons, and I'm slowly building up a tolerance to it." She grins.
"I will be unpoisonable."
Angelique smiles a slow smile. Mara is not immune to her poison yet.
"How interesting," she says, "I shall have to let Madame Castrata know about
this discovery."
Mara sits bolt upright. "Oh!" she cries. She fumbles for her thick black
glasses and jams them onto her face. "You witch, you wouldn't!"
"Oh, but I'm always open to negotiation."
Mara sighs and rolls her eyes. "Very well, Angelique. I shall be your Chemistry
tutor. But I'm not doing your homework for you, do you understand?"
"And that's just for not letting Madame Castrata know that you're playing
sick," Angelique says. "Not for tutoring you in Seduction."
Mara's eyes flash. "Then what do you want for that?"
Angelique walks her fingers up Mara's thigh, like the gait of a spider. "For
you to share your little Nancy trick, darling. I think I'm going to like
Chemistry--and Insect Toxicology, too."
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