Honor Bound: Tea Time

Tea Time

Part 2


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TITLE: Part 2

AUTHOR: StarvingLunatic

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own these characters.

SUMMARY: Side story to Honor Bound. So, what exactly was the deal between Betty and Vivian in HB? See the answer to that and flashbacks that show how they got to where they are. BetViv? Maybe. Read it and find out.

TYPE: Other

RATING: US: PG-13 / DE: 12

Words: 15018

A/N: YogurthFrost did a parody comic of this story in the form of a comic and there’s a link to it on my profile. It’s very funny, so you should check it out. Also Soulasylum did a picture of Shego from Honor Bound; there’s a link on my profile. It’s quite the nice picture, so you should check that out too.

Betty and Vivian were done with dinner and now they were planning to relax for the rest of the night. The first step in that involved taking a soothing, hot bath, together of course. Vivian prepared it, even though she could have asked someone to do it for her in order for the water to be ready when they were done with dinner. Her time with Betty was far from a secret around her place because her girls knew how to keep secrets considering what they did for a living and they followed that rule of their trade forever and always. But, the couple did have a little privacy, so the full extent of their relationship was still just between the two of them, which was how they liked it.

They cleaned each other up thoroughly and slowly before sinking into the steaming, sizzling water together. Betty rested her back against the wall of the bathhouse with Vivian resting against her. Betty had her strong arms around the beautiful blonde and they were quite content to sit there and watch the steam rise against the water for as long as they could. Occasionally, one of Betty’s hands moved; one eventually rested against Vivian’s pale stomach.

Vivian put her soft hand on Betty’s hand as it settled on her flat tummy. She then made Betty’s hand caress her belly. Before long, the brunette was doing it without any guidance, which made Vivian sigh and smile faintly. The blonde turned slightly and placed a fond, wet kiss to Betty’s shoulder, which was slick thanks to the humidity from the steam. She then settled back in comfortably against her love.

“Anata…” Vivian whispered while closing her eyes, looking to just take in the experience of having those talented, calloused fingers touch her tenderly to the point where she felt like she would melt and she was well aware that the water temperature had nothing to do with that feeling.

“Yes?” Betty asked in low tone of her own because she was feeling quite relaxed, content with the state of things since she was stroking the wonderful blonde, who was also pressed against her in a way that made it seem like they had been made to fit together. Things were perfect in her opinion.

“If it was possible…Would you have had a baby with me?” the blonde inquired in a small, almost shy tone. She thought it was ridiculous question, but it just popped into her head because of the hands on her stomach.

Betty seemed to think on it, being silent for a moment. There was really nothing to think about for the brunette, though. “If it was possible, how could I not have a baby with you?” she countered, sounding as if it was the most logical response that she could give, which it was to her. After all, she had almost had a baby by that fat bastard that she was married to. It was another one of those memories that involved her having to deal with a heartbroken Vivian, which was one of the many reasons that she did not like to think about it.

Vivian did smile slightly, but brightly, because of the answer. “Maybe in another life, we’ll be able to do that,” she commented rather hopefully. It seemed so silly to her, but she would love nothing more than to be able to have a baby with her beloved. It would be outstanding in her opinion to see a little version of the both of them, a living, breathing symbol of their love, and then they would be able to raise such a darling together. The thought itself made her feel light on the inside, as if clouds were now flowing through her veins instead of blood.

“Maybe,” Betty concurred with a small smile of her own. Maybe in another life, she would actually want a baby, although she supposed that if it had been possible now, she would have had offspring with Vivian. She would have loved to have a little representation of their love running around, driving them insane.


Eighteen-year-old Betty was anxiously pacing a small room in her house; luckily, there was no furniture in the room or she would have trampled it all while ago, taking no note if something were in her if that was the case. She had way too much on her mind to notice something as minor as items in her path. There were more pressing matters at hand, after all.

The ninja had a hand on her forehead and a hand on her stomach; she was not totally sure on the rational explanation for those positions, but her nervous was reason enough. She felt like she was sick; she had already thrown up quite a few times after the thought came into her mind and idea, along with the ill feeling it brought, had yet to leave. Oh, kami-sama help her, she silently prayed. She was rather frightened, her legs so wobbly that they could barely support her in pacing, her heart pounding in her ears so loudly that she believed the whole world could hear the speedy rhythm. The brunette ninja was shaken to the very core of her being, her essence itself trembling because of the possibility; she thought that she might be pregnant.

She had slept with her husband a few weeks ago; they were never frequently found in each other’s arms despite their marital status. It happened because suddenly her father was pressing her to have children and her husband was trying to listen to him; damn him and his craven nature since it was the reason that he was obeying her father. Her husband was tentative about sharing a bed with her, even though he desired to do as her father said. It did not help matters that Betty did not want to be near her husband, so they had to get their heads together for such events; he had to grow some courage and she had to remind herself that she could not mercilessly slaughter him for touching her with his usually sweaty hands. They hardly slept together once a month and that was fine by her, which made it fine by her husband because he did not want to give her a reason to slay him, which was underlying threat in almost everything that she ever spoke to him.

Usually when Betty did sleep with her husband, she had a handy little concoction ready for after the fact to prevent her from getting pregnant. She knew that her father would blow his top in a fury if he ever found out about her actions, but she had to risk it. The one-eyed woman did not want to chance getting pregnant because she was doing so well at work, along with other reasons. She was now second only to her captain in her squad and many of her missions had been secretly praised by the Shogun. Betty was not going to be slowed down for almost a year by having a baby. It might even be longer than that or her father might dare demand that she have more children, which she was not looking to have to deal with, especially since she did not particularly like children. There was an even bigger issue at hand of why she did not want to be pregnant and she truly, honestly hoped that she was not. That issue had silky blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes like ocean water on clear summer day, eyes that could easily turn into pure fire if pushed hard enough.

The problem that the one-eyed ninja had run into was that the last time that she had relations with her husband, she had not had the prophylactic drink on hand and could not get her hands on any because she got called off for an assignment the morning after. She had not had the time to try to prevent a pregnancy and now she was afraid that she was carrying that disgusting slob’s baby. At least it would shut her father up, she bitterly thought, but that was not as pleasing as it would be to know that she was not pregnant.

And then immediately, Vivian had came to mind, which was why Betty was now nervously pacing the tiny room; she could hardly take five steps before she had to turn around and head in the other direction. She actually wondered why the hell they even had such a small room in the house as it did not seem practical, but that did not matter at the moment. The main thing that mattered was that Vivian was going to flip if she was pregnant. She could already picture those sky blue eyes shedding soul-crushing, heart-wrenching tears, hear the emotional, hurt, spirit-ripping yelling, and feel those tiny, delicate fists knocking against her shoulders in a fury while Vivian demanded to know how she could do such a thing to her. As if she would get pregnant on purpose.

Betty’s anxious mind wanted to know, if she was pregnant, how was she going to break the news to Vivian without getting her forehead cracked open? She did not know the answer to that. She considered that she should wait until it was confirmed before opening her mouth at all. No need to put such a horrid thing in the air when it might not be true and take a beating for something that was not even happening, after all. Yeah, okay, right, so wait until it was confirmed, Betty silently decided.

But, what if it was confirmed and then she had to tell Vivian and then the blonde got heated because of the wait? After all, if she told Vivian about the pregnancy months along the condition, Vivian would wail on her with a vengeance for keeping secrets, especially such a deep, important secret. The thrashing would probably be much worse than the one that the blonde delivered when she found out that Betty was married. The brunette shinobi rubbed her shoulder blade, thinking about how she took a chahakobi-ningyou to the back when Vivian found out about her husband; damned mechanical toys and their hard parts.

“I’m dead…” Betty decided. It was that simple. She was dead and Vivian was her likely murderer. Ah well, she would not want to live if she could no longer be a ninja anyway, so she might as well get things out of the way.

The noblewoman went and slipped on her zori to make her way to Vivian as darkness began to blanket the city, which was still buzzing loudly with life despite the lack of sunlight. She had to be careful on her way because she did not want anyone to ever know where she was going when she sneaked off. First of all, the onyx-eyed warrior was not supposed to go there; unless of course she was given a mission to get someone out of that district. Second of all, if someone ever figured out what she was doing, it would not be long before her father found out and she was certain that he would want to kill his “favorite son,” although he had recently been taking notice of her femininity. Third of all, her journey and goal could be used against her. Worst of all was that if she was found out, she could get Vivian into trouble, which was something that she never desired to do. So, she had to make sure to never get caught.

Going to see Vivian had actually made Betty a better shinobi. She had learned how to spot a person following her almost immediately now and people did follow her, whether they were doing it for her father, her captain, or whomever else, they did tail her. She could shake anyone now; she needed to shake anyone. She was determined to never be found out. She was never going to put her blonde vixen in danger; she had promised herself that long ago.

The onyx-eyed female made her way to the okiya and found Vivian in her room, getting ready for her night of work. She was now a full-fledge geisha, but was still made to dress like a maiko. She had been told that the customers liked her that way and the customer was always right. Besides, if she did not obey, the consequences included a welted back thanks to a branch that her geisha mother wielded with a vengeance and seemed to like to swing it harshly when Vivian was around.

Betty actually disliked the maiko look on Vivian. The blonde was now sixteen and she was growing into a fine, fantastically curved young woman with a distinct and beautiful face. The maiko makeup hid that, as did the long, wide sleeves of the kimono. Betty would like to think that the makeup worked well for her because it hid Vivian from others and only she was able to see the real Vivian, but she knew that Vivian hated the look and she just disliked it because the blonde did. Vivian should not have to dress that way if she was no longer a maiko, but there was no telling that to witch that practically owned Vivian. The blonde was not in the habit of tempting that woman much of the time.

“Anata,” Vivian greeted the brunette with a happy, shining smile that Betty knew was going to be short lived.

“Nikko-chan,” Betty replied with a smile of her own, hoping the nickname and expression would soften her girl up some, while secretly scanning the room. Oh, there were so many objects, so many more than when Vivian found out about her husband. She might lose her last eye to a comb while her torso was abused by dolls, her forehead was to be clobbered by a fan, and her cheek might actually take a makeup container to it. Oh, well, she needed to take it; she was a ninja, warrior, after all. No pain, no gain.

“Why are you here so early?” Vivian asked curiously and she moved to give Betty a quick peck on the mouth as part of her greeting. She expected her love to show up once she started work since Betty liked to take up Vivian’s time to keep grabby men away her beautiful blonde.

“I need to talk to you,” Betty answered, adding mentally how the timing was for her to get her news out of the way and only take a short beating, not one that could last all night and that she would have to pay for to make it worse.

“Okay, talk,” Vivian said while turning back to her mirror to make sure her makeup was fine. She sighed to herself as she saw her image. She wished that she did not have to paint herself every night. She hoped that it did not go on for the rest of her life.

“I think…” Betty paused, trying to see what was close to the blonde’s hand to get an idea of what she was going to be ducking or dodging. It was a comb, so she was probably going to have to duck. “Imightbepregnant,” she informed the younger woman in a breath.

Vivian was quiet and still for a long time. Too long in Betty’s opinion and so her body tensed, ready to move when necessary. She was not foolish enough to believe that Vivian did not understand her words, despite the way that she had put them. Things were taking much too long. Betty then ducked just in time as a comb whizzed by her head at a rather remarkable speed and Vivian faced her with agony and fury blazing in her blue eyes like a monster inferno.

“What do you mean?” Vivian demanded to know, hissing to avoid raising her voice. She had already almost gotten them discovered once when she lost her temper.

“Sweetie, calm down,” Betty said, not that she expected that to work. It would be a pleasant surprise, though if it worked just once.

“No! How could you do this to me?” Vivian cried while picking up her makeup case and flinging that her one-eyed lover.

Betty dodged the makeup case and tried to plead her case, but she had to work on avoiding getting smashed in the face by Vivian’s mirror. She caught that rounded item because if the blonde broke her mirror, her geisha mother would literally break her arm. She gently placed the mirror down, which gave Vivian a chance to nail her with a chahakobi-ningyou in the arm. Betty hissed in slight pain and turned around just to have another doll crash her right in the face.

“Kuso,” Betty cursed as she fell to the floor, holding her good eye. Blasted lack of depth perception! She had not been aware of how close that doll was to her face and that was why she got caught by the powerfully flung object.

It was then that Vivian realized that she might have seriously injured her love. She rushed over to Betty’s side and cradled the older female’s head in her lap. She gasped when she saw blood. Oh, god, what if she blinded her beloved?!

“Anata, are you all right?” Vivian begged to know, a desperate tone in her voice now. Her eyes were suddenly crawling with concern for her love’s wellbeing despite the pain that Betty had just delivered unto her.

“Fine, just seeing two of you right now,” Betty answered in a slight daze and the two of the blonde that she was seeing both looked concerned for her, but also having an underlying, deep sorrow in those sapphire eyes.

“Good…” Vivian trailed off and looked away. “What now?” she asked in a lost, distant tone, reflecting just how she felt at the moment.

“What do you mean?” the one-eyed ninja countered, still sounding a little dizzy.

“You’re going to have a baby…his baby,” the blonde said with disdain so laced in her voice one might expect venom to drip from her teeth because of it. “Where does that leave us?” she asked, willing her eyes not to water because of the explanation that she expected.

Vivian expected to hear that they were done. Betty would not be able to come see her any more and the brunette would start focusing on her family obligation to have the offspring of that bloated jerk that she was married to. Vivian was not sure how she would go on without Betty, who was pretty much the highlight of her day whenever she saw the one-eyed woman. The only other thing that brought her joy was building little mechanical devices, which she did not get to do too often, and that hobby paled in comparison to her beloved’s presence alone.

“I only might be. It’s not definite,” Betty pointed out, hoping to rid Vivian of the pain that she could see in those bright blue eyes. She hated being the cause of that agony that she could so plainly see was violently tearing at the soul of the blonde. She felt so unworthy of Vivian’s affections and love.

“But, what if you are?”

“I don’t know,” Betty admitted honestly while trying to keep in her own despair at the grim prospect if it was true. She was not sure what she would do if she was pregnant and the thought of it frightened her as much as it did Vivian. The blonde swallowed a lump in her throat and forced herself not to cry; it would smear her makeup and she would have to go through the irksome process all over again.

Eventually, Betty was pleased to find out that she was not carrying a child, but between that time and when she told Vivian, she had to put up with the blonde resenting her presence whenever she was around and looking ready to bawl her eyes out. It crushed her on the inside to see Vivian like that and no amount of apologizing changed it. Even when she reported the good news, Vivian was not brought back to normal, just stating that it might not have happened that time, but it was still a possibility in the future. Betty might one day be pregnant and Vivian detested that thought, finding that it would be the end of them.

Betty, of course, did not think that it was fair that she had to deal with Vivian’s attitude toward the slim possibilities of her being pregnant. She thought that it was much more likely for Vivian to be the one out of them to become pregnant with the way her geisha mother treated her almost like a common prostitute. Betty was just more realistic about things, she supposed, while Vivian just wanted something in her life to be almost like a fantasy and her relationship with Betty seemed to be that. The ninja indulged her as best she could, especially since she had no inclination to ever become pregnant no matter how much her father pushed for things. It was a battle that Betty eventually seemed to win.

(End of flashback)

“You know, hot baths with you are always the best,” Betty commented with a sigh as she closed her eye in relaxation. She felt like she could die right now and everything would be fine because it was perfect. It was like she had hit the pinnacle of existence.

“That’s the way things should be, anata,” Vivian replied with a little laugh, comfortable in her own right against the firm body that the love of her life. “If you only came by more often, we could do this all the time,” she pointed out. It would be quite grand if they could be together in a hot bath everyday if they chose to do so.

“If you just came to live with me, we could do this all the time,” came the counter.

Vivian did not bother to answer, merely turning around to where she could rest her head on Betty’s shoulder; the water swished around the bath as she moved. She placed a gentle kiss to Betty’s neck while wrapping her arms around her love. Betty smiled and adjusted her hold on the blonde; a hand rested around Vivian’s waist and another was pressed against her thigh. They were both quite pleased with their new positions.

“I know I don’t come by as much as I should, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about you all the time,” Betty said out of the blue. She just felt like that needed to be in the air, for Vivian to know that she did not love her any less now than she had when they first got together. Her schedule was different, but her emotions were very much the same.

“I know. Just because I get angry with you doesn’t mean I want to make you feel guilty,” Vivian replied. She got angry because Betty just never thought of herself. The brunette only thought about keeping the peace and honoring the duty given to her by the deceased shogun. The successful blonde just wanted her love to think of herself a little before she worked herself into an early grave. They still had so much time to be together and she wanted every minute of that and wanted Betty to have every minute of it too in order to do things that she wanted to do.

Feeling in a sentimental mood that could only be brought on by Vivian, Betty said something that earned her a sweet kiss. “You’re wonderful, you know that?” she asked the blonde.

Vivian actually heard such things many times, generally from men frequenting her establishment. It meant nothing coming from them, but everything coming from Betty. She loved hearing any little compliment coming from the one-eyed woman and always kissed Betty when she said them; one would think that Betty would learn to say them more often considering how much she loved Vivian’s tender kiss.

Betty was often tight-lipped with her emotions and did not freely give compliments, even to Vivian. It had to do with her ninja training; a ninja was not emotional, especially visibly. Vivian often told her that a human was emotional, no matter what. Betty tried her best to prove that wrong, but she faltered sometimes; Vivian was typically involved in those slips.


The now nineteen-year-old Betty was making her way to the teahouse that Vivian served. She had just had a difficult mission and was just looking to relax, which was best done in Vivian’s company as far as she was concerned. She imagined sipping some sake while laying her head in Vivian’s lap while the blonde gently caressed her scalp. She could not wait for that and hurried to her destination, not wasting a single second on anything other than her journey. Her bubble was burst when she arrived at the teahouse only to find out that Vivian was “unavailable.” Betty then had to play a word game to find out exactly what that meant.

At first, the ninja assumed that Vivian was seeing some other client since her little, intellectual blonde geisha was in-demand, which bothered her to an extent, but she had learned to live with it. After some verbal fighting, she found out that Vivian was not with a client, so now she was really curious and a little worried about what the hell “unavailable” meant. After all, she knew how the woman in charge treated her geisha, especially Vivian.

Betty tried to find out what happened and the more the lady at the front of the teahouse was evasive, the more she worried. She managed to keep herself calm, thanks to her ninja training mostly, but her mind had a lot of questions. What if Vivian’s geisha mother hurt her badly to the point that she could not work or even worse than that? What if the woman that was like the sun to her was injured somewhere, requiring her help? What if Vivian had needed her help, but did not need it anymore because she was dead?

When the idea of death entered her mind, Betty practically yanked the lady at the front over her counter to find out what happened with Vivian, surprising her it seemed at the show of strength, even though it was believed that Betty was a male. The woman promised, in a trembling tone because of the murderous look in Betty’s cold onyx eye, that she did not know and then she called for help. Betty was “escorted” out of the teahouse, thrown out on her ass by two “gentlemen.”

Betty did not take that lightly, but she did not start any trouble because her wounded pride was nothing to fret about at the moment. Her major concern was finding out what happened to Vivian before she died of worry, which was trying to seep into her system by causing her heart to speed up to a hum. She had no idea of how she was going to find out what happened with the blonde, but she was going to have to be patient, believing something would come to her. She was going to think of a way to find her geisha and she was going to make sure that someone paid dearly if so much as a sun-colored hair was out of place.

The room was dark, like the inside of a cave. A lantern had just been blown out and the occupant of the room had laid down for some sleep. Little did she know, but it was going to be a bit difficult to sleep that night.

A figure dropped down from the ceiling, impacting the floor silently; a feather hitting the ground probably made more noise. The figure marched over to the futon and straddled its occupant. Seconds later, the woman woke up to a horrible situation, having a dagger to her throat and a person dressed in black from head to toe sitting on top of her. The person even had on a matching mask, making the situation seem bleaker and ominous, matching the vibe that the intruder was giving off.

“Don’t make a sound,” the armed assailant ordered in a low tone to avoid any unwanted guests from joining the party. “Now, you’re going to answer a few questions for me. Where is the blonde geisha that works in your teahouse?”

“What blonde geisha?” the woman inquired, her voice just as defiant as her answer. Apparently, she was not afraid of the blade on her throat, not yet anyway.

“Don’t play stupid. Give me my answers or I’ll just slit your throat and find out on my own,” the stealthy trespasser replied with a menacing growl. She was dead serious and it was clear from her tone.

“That one is gone,” the woman stated with venom of her own. It would seem that she was happy to be rid of Vivian.

“Where to?” The question was snarled out.


“I’m the one asking the questions, unless you’d like to be lacking your head when I’m done. Now, tell me where to,” the assailant demanded to know, patience gone and a desire to make the woman underneath her the same was starting to rear its head.

“What does it—” That question was halted as she felt the blade biting at her flesh of her throat.

“That doesn’t sound like the answer to my question. You’ve got one more chance to tell me where she is or we’re going to have a big mess on our hands that you’re not going to like.” It was a promise.

The woman actually seemed to have to think about it, taking a few seconds to answer. “I sold her.”

A sigh of relief had to be held in. Okay, Vivian was not dead or even hurt, only some place else. Now, all that had to be found out was where Vivian had been sold to.

“Where?” It was another demand with the underlying threat from the last promise hanging heavily in the air.

The information was given without much resistance, but a lot of animosity. The tone was irrelevant, but the information was gratifying. The assailant then seemed to disappear into the night air after that, but not without leaving proof of the visit by “nicking” the woman in bed. She hissed and grabbed her neck.

“You should get that looked at soon or you will bleed to death,” the intruder said casually, as if killing the woman meant nothing. The cut was for every time that woman hurt Vivian in someway and there were plenty of those times. After exiting the building, the assailant yanked off the mask, revealing that it was Betty and she appeared slightly relieved, but the tension would not totally leave her expression or system until she saw Vivian for herself.

Vivian sighed as she prepared to go to bed in her new room. For some reason, it still felt odd to her, even though she had been there for almost two weeks. It was better than her old room, her old home actually, in a way that she could not put into words. It was just infinitely better and she was thankful for the change so far, but something seemed to be missing and she knew what it was.

“You’re up late, child,” a now familiar voice called as her door was slid open.

“Wong-sama,” Vivian said as she turned to face the new woman that she worked for, Wong Wanda. She bowed slightly to the woman, even though she had been told that it was unnecessary to do so; she did it out of habit because her last employer had no problem beating her for showing a lack of respect. Vivian thought it was peculiar that the woman spoke to her as if she was an old woman when Wanda appeared to be only in her thirties. She did seem to have an old soul, though like she was much older than her years hinted at.

“You’re quite the night owl,” Wanda noted. It was a mere observation, not suspicion in her voice whatsoever.

“Oh…yeah,” Vivian muttered, not sure what else to say. She was used to staying up late, but that was only when Betty was around. Now, she just stayed up, silently calling out to her beloved.

“Something’s on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?” the older woman offered her ear, sounding quite genuine. There was a soft look in her eyes and in her tone, but it was not enough to open up her newest employee. She had yet to figure out the key to Vivian’s mind or being, but she had time to deduce how to unlock the young geisha and glimpse what was behind that pretty mask.

Vivian looked away. The question was not one that she was accustomed to from anyone, except for Betty. But, it was really alien coming from an employer. She was used to being seen as an object by her geisha mother, but so far from being with Wanda, it was not what she was used to. Wanda treated her like a person, really only the second person to do that to her in her life. She was not quite comfortable with it yet coming from Wanda and she did not know how to respond to it.

“Maybe you’ll want to talk about it later. Try not to stay up too late,” Wanda said in motherly tone and she left Vivian to her thoughts.

The blonde decided to just go to bed. She had faith that Betty would find her, but she worried about when that might be. It had already been two weeks and she had not seen Betty in over three weeks because of a mission that she had to take where she had to travel to the south. Maybe her beloved was still out on her mission, she considered. Yeah, maybe that was it.

The blue-eyed geisha settled into her pillow and closed her eyes, hoping to ease away the worry that was eating away at her insides with needed rest. She was not sure how long she was asleep, but she was startled awake by being aware of a presence in her room. She shot up from her futon and was surprised to see who the presence was.

“Anata!” Vivian cried with joy as she flung herself into Betty’s arms. Betty returned the embrace just as tightly.

The brunette sighed in relief; it was a feeling that the blonde in her arms could relate to. Betty felt like a mountain had been lifted from her shoulders the second that Vivian was in her arms, causing her worry to evaporate. The warrior was so delighted to see that Vivian was alive and well that she could not even compare the happy feeling to anything else. It was like waking up from a battle to find out that she was not dead, but a million times better. It was rather overwhelming for both of them, but Betty more so because she had feared the worst for more time than she liked.

Betty pulled away after a few seconds only to give Vivian a deep kiss. The blonde did not resist the show of affection and returned it with just as much vigor. The kiss was passionate, fiery while being gentle and sweet, like candy. They pulled away just for some air, which Betty caught before Vivian. The one-eyed woman placed a few zealous pecks to Vivian’s longed-for, delicious lips while the geisha was still trying to catch her breath. The blonde did not mind the energy that her beloved was coming at her with; in fact, she enjoyed it a great deal because she felt more wanted than air because Betty was not bothering to breathe.

“I’m so glad you’re all right. I was so worried,” Betty admitted while holding Vivian close, their hearts beating against each other’s bodies at surprisingly the same rhythm. It was quite a soothing thing, which helped calm them down a bit since they were now certain that they were together. The other was real and all right.

“You were worried?” Vivian asked incredulously. She was not used to hearing Betty express such thoughts. She guessed it was because it seemed like a weakness, but she was pleased to know that she meant so much to Betty that the brunette was concerned for her. Oh, she felt so special just from that simple admission.

“I didn’t know what happened to you. At first, I thought that horrible woman had hurt you or done something to you. I’m so glad you’re all right,” the ninja repeated herself, still embracing the younger woman tightly.

“She sold me,” Vivian informed Betty, as if that would help ease Betty’s nerves, even though there was no need for that now that the warrior was holding Vivian to witness for herself that everything was fine.

“I know.”

“I knew you’d find me,” Vivian said honestly with a small, glad smile, although she had not known how long it would take Betty. She did wonder if Betty had been searching for her for a long time.

“Damn right. I mean, I just get back from my mission and I’m looking forward to spending time with you and the next thing I know, I’m being told that you’re ‘unavailable.’ I had no clue what that meant and I thought the worst,” Betty stated while caressing the blonde’s cheek as she held her. She just had to touch Vivian to prove that she was there and all right. Touching seemed to make sure that the whole thing was reality as if her other senses could be lying to her.

“How long have you been looking?” the blonde asked curiously.

“Well, I just got back tonight. It took me about an hour or so to find this place since I’ve never been in this area before,” the warrior answered.

Vivian smiled to herself; her love had wasted no time at all finding her. That made her feel so special and warm on the inside, even more so than she had already been feeling. It was almost like she was ready to explode from her emotions brought on by Betty. She had to go in for another kiss for that, which Betty returned. The show of affection was blazing with passion, igniting their souls, and causing Betty to speak without thinking, bearing her whole interior being to Vivian for the first time.

“I love you so much,” Betty declared as if it had just occurred to her and it was actually the first time that she had said those words. Before that, her feelings were just implied through fond embraces and tender kisses.

Vivian could not believe it, but now she felt even more special and warm inside. She was flushed with emotions because of the statement. The words made her feel like her whole body would just shot off to the moon like a fireworks display. Her emotions could not literally go through the roof though and they felt bottled in, needing to go somewhere or they would implode. Her energy then went to the best place possible in her opinion. She hugged Betty tighter and began crying, which alarmed Betty.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Betty inquired in a panic. Her eye was wide with fear as she pushed away from Vivian to see if there was some sign of injury. Her heart was pounding in her ears from her fright and her stomach flipped several times in the seconds that it took her lover to respond.

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just…you’ve never said that before,” Vivian informed the onyx-eyed shinobi. She could not believe how good it felt to hear those simple words.

“No? Well, I do. I love you,” Betty repeated and that earned her one more kiss, much more passionate than the others. They were shocked that they did not burst into flames from the embrace.

(End of flashback)

“Hey,” Vivian said to Betty, which actually took the older female from a little nap that she was engaged in while reclining in the hot bath.

“Yeah?” Betty asked in low tone that was clearly one of someone being taken from a good sleep.

“You were sleeping,” Vivian accused her lover, being playful more than anything else. She was quite happy that the brunette was getting some sleep because she was certain that Betty did not get much rest when she was home; she was right about that.

“Maybe a little,” Betty admitted with a bit of a laugh.

“We should get out then.”

“In a few minutes.”

“All right,” Vivian agreed because she was quite comfortable where she was situated. “Although if this is just an excuse to have us close and naked, you don’t need an excuse,” she remarked.

Betty chuckled. “I know I don’t.”

“So, does this mean you’re going to spend the night?” Vivian inquired in a hopeful tone, matching look in her light sapphire eyes.

“Hmm…” Betty pretended to think on her answer, just to tease her lover.

“If you love me, you’ll stay,” the blonde commented with a fake pout.

“Well, I guess I’m staying then because I do love you,” the brunette said. The response earned her a sweet, little kiss on the mouth.

“You know, I love it when you say that,” Vivian stated in a low, sultry voice. She also noted that Betty said it with more ease as time went by.

“I know you do. After all, you ended up telling Wong-san about it,” the warrior commented.

Vivian only smiled coyly, as if she did not know what Betty was talking about. It turned out that once she got comfortable around Wong Wanda, she could not keep her mouth closed about Betty; she also could not keep the grin off her face or the joy out of her tone. At first, she only revealed that she had fallen for an elite ninja, but as time went by, she eventually felt all right with telling Wanda the ninja’s name. She was only encouraged to keep up the affair by Wanda because she had not had a negative reaction to the news. Things like that showed just how close she had become with Wanda. Betty would actually say that Vivian and Wanda had a closer relationship to each other than Betty had with her own mother.

“Can we get out now?” Vivian requested in a small voice. Now that she knew Betty was going to stay the night, she only wanted to retire to her room.

“You’re always so eager,” Betty commented as if she was not of a like mind with the blonde. The tiny smile on her face told how Betty felt about the idea of retiring for the night.

Vivian had an excuse, not that she needed one, for why she was ready to get out of the bath. “Well, I only see you once a month now if I’m lucky and sometimes you don’t even stay the night, so I need to make the most of it. Besides, I’m supposed to relax you.”

“Is that what it’s about? I never noticed,” Betty said sarcastically. Her tone was light, which would have surprised most people that knew her fairly well.

“It’s always about relaxing you,” the blonde insisted.

“Not always,” Betty corrected her.

“Okay, how about, it’s partially about relaxing you?” Vivian amended her statement with a smile.

Betty decided to agree with that and agree they should get out of the water now, especially since she was close to nodding off again. She would rather be wide awake for what was coming next. It was always worth it after all, even their rather clumsy first time was worthwhile.


An eighteen-year-old Vivian was nervous and fearful. The feelings went to the point where she could not longer keep still, having to always be moving some part of her body. Typically her emotions manifested themselves in her tapping her fingernails against something, it did not matter what. She would tap surfaces, her own cheek, even the palm of her opposite hand. She just could not stop fidgeting because she was so anxious and the feeling only built as time went by, making her symptoms worse simultaneously.

It had been almost two months since the blonde geisha heard from her beloved. She knew that Betty had gone out on a mission, but it usually did not take her that long to return, or if it was going to take that long, Betty would have said so. So, she did not know what to think, which was causing her to be stressed worse than an overloaded old wagon with broken wheels.

As more days passed and Vivian did not see her love, she decided that she needed to go see what was going on. She was not worried that Betty might be spending time with her husband because he had recently died while he was out on a trip of some kind. She did not know the details behind that, except that he had some illness, and really did not want to. Betty had not lamented the passing more than one would lament the passing of an acquaintance and then went on with her life; Vivian had done the same.

She also did not consider that Betty might be with a friend because the brunette warrior told her that she only had one real friend in life, Shego. Betty had not seen the super-powered female in a long time because Shego had become a ninja when she turned fifteen, as was promised by her father. So, Shego was out on missions just like Betty was and they had lost contact with each other. Vivian did not know what might have happened with Betty.

She sneaked out one night and went to Betty’s house to get answers about her love’s whereabouts. The servants told her with sorrow in their voices that there were unconfirmed rumors going around that their mistress might have died on her mission. Vivian felt like she had been shot through the heart with that news and could not breathe for more time than she liked. She then had to glance on the floor to make sure that her insides had not just fallen out because it certainly felt like they had. The floor was clear of her vital organs, but that did not explain why it felt like she had been drained of everything that made her whole. It was like her blood was gone and the little bit of color that her skin had had left with the crimson liquid. Her throat was dry and it seemed like her heart had taken up residence there, pounding so heavy that it hurt her ears.

Despite the reaction, Vivian refused to believe such horrible news. There was no way that Betty was dead, there was just no way. Betty would never allow herself to be killed on a mission. She would work beyond reason to make it home and let those that knew her, and loved her, know exactly what happened. Betty would never just die and disappear; it was not in her nature.

The servants were with Vivian, but they were just giving her the reports that they were getting. The most positive news that they had was that Betty was just missing, which was much better than the worst of it, but it still was not what they wanted to hear. Vivian left, vowing to come back and check in a few days later. She did return, every day to find out what happened with Betty. Her persistence paid off.

After ten days of coming back and forth to the house, Vivian found her love in bed, resting up it seemed, almost liked nothing was wrong. The blonde geisha’s heart hitched in her chest with joy as tears gathered in her eyes, extremely happy to bear witness to the sight of a very alive Director Betty. Vivian fell to Betty’s side and embraced her tightly. She gave Betty a kiss on lips before any words were exchanged between them.

“Are you hurt?” Vivian begged to know, laughing a bit while tears streamed down her pale face. She had never felt so relieved, even when Betty had found her back when she moved in with Wong Wanda. She just wanted to bawl from her relief and glee while never letting her beloved go.

“I’m fine,” Betty assured the younger woman, looking her dead in the eye to show that she was perfectly fine. She did not want Vivian to be so concerned over nothing. She was honest and truly completely all right and she wanted Vivian to see that in her expression to know that she could relax.

“What happened?” the blonde inquired, chuckling again, undoubtedly from the fact that she just did not know what to do. She was so happy that she wanted to laugh and weep at the same time, which she was doing anyway from the flood of emotion coursing through her.

“My team ran into some problems, but everything turned out fine. Sorry if I worried you,” Betty said in a gentle tone while caressing the blonde’s soft cheek to calm her down.

“I’m just glad you’re not dead!” Vivian replied with relief all over her face. She was still crying, but she was smiling at the same time and the ninja knew that those were tears of joy.

“Not even close,” Betty remarked with an amused smirk.

Vivian sighed as if she had been relieved of some great, intense burden that no one else in the world could comprehend, in her opinion, and then something inside of her just snapped. The dam broke it would seem and all of her emotion poured out in a way that she had never experienced. She attacked Betty with a passionate kiss, showing how overjoyed she was that Betty was all right. As time ticked by and the kiss continued, Betty pulled Vivian down onto the futon with her. Either the warrior was just swept up in what Vivian started or the dam broke inside of her too because she was feeling overcome by her emotions in the same manner. Before they realized it, their hands were roaming each other’s bodies.

They were not sure who was tore open whose kimono first, but the important thing was that tops were opened and hands were inside of those. The warm feeling from those hands seemed infectious, spreading to the places that the hands caressed. The kissing continued as the hands brushed off the kimonos from their shoulders for easier access to the stretches of lovely skin. When they started feeling bare skin and stiff, room air against said flesh, they pulled away from each other and looked at each other, both appearing flushed and puzzled.

“Um…” Vivian said, her eyebrows furrowed together in pure confusion while her body felt like it was on fire, begging for something that she was not sure how to give it. In fact, her body was demanding that her brain stop thinking and just press forward until the fire was put out. Her brain did not seem to agree with that plan, much her body’s frustration.

“Exactly,” Betty concurred, feeling the same desire and bewilderment. Her nerves were pleading with her to get things going again for those wonderful hands to be all over her again, but there was more and it was that that caused her to be puzzled. How could they get what they needed?

“I…” Vivian started to say, but she felt like the words that she was about to say were obvious, so she swallowed those down and said something even more obvious. “I don’t know what to do,” she confessed, almost in a panic because of how badly she wanted to be with her beloved.

“Me neither,” Betty admitted, managing to keep her cool, but she really wanted things to continue. They needed to figure something out and soon or she was going to go mad with desire.

“But, I need to do something,” the blonde said in a desperate tone. She needed to touch and feel Betty, stating soundly through caresses that her love was alive and hers. That their love hit on every level possible. They needed to make love and they needed to do it right now in her opinion, no matter how impossible it seemed to her way too rational brain at the moment.

“Touch me and we’ll figure it out,” the one-eyed woman insisted. They were two intelligent ladies, they would figure it out if they wanted it bad enough and she was pretty sure that they did.

Vivian nodded in agreement with as it did sound like a brilliant plan. It would at least sooth some of her anxious nerves that needed attention from her beloved. She leaned in for another kiss while returning her hands to her love’s bare flesh. Betty shivered under her love’s touch, her body appreciating the exceptional contact, and Vivian noticed, loving that reaction. The blonde was going to make sure to have the brunette tremble thanks to her touch.

Betty busied herself with attempting to get Vivian out of her kimono. It did not take long and Vivian hissed as the cool air hit her overheated skin. Betty pulled away from for a moment and took a look at her handiwork. The ninja released a long exhale, as if she was bearing witness to something that was incredible and amazing. The look in her eye backed up the fact that she seemed to be experiencing outstanding and out of the ordinary.

“You’re beautiful,” Betty said, almost as if she had just realized it, even though she had thought that since she first met Vivian.

Vivian blushed and she was not sure what to say, but she was beyond pleased that the ninja thought as much of her. “Arigato,” she muttered as if she was embarrassed. She had heard it countless times from meaningless men, but to hear it from Betty seemed to confirm it, making it the solid truth.

“I mean it,” Betty stated soundly.

“I believe you. I want to see you too,” Vivian replied in a low, lustful, yet needy tone.

Betty nodded and she stayed completely still as the blonde slowly stripped her of her kimono. Vivian licked her lush lips in anticipation as she peeled the cloth away from Betty’s torso and her heart sped up as she got to see her love bare to her; Betty’s own heart was going a mile a minute and her mind was actually begging for the blonde to not go so agonizingly slow. Vivian stopped breathing for a few seconds when she saw what Betty looked like naked.

Betty was far from self-conscious about her body, although she was certain it had to be quite a sight considering the fact that she had been a well-worked ninja for five years and before that had been trained to be nothing but a ninja. Her body was tanned, powerful, muscular, but marked with several scars; she wore them with pride. Vivian was quite impressed and pleased with the sight before her, which showed in the way that she stared with her mouth partially opened in awe. It was almost like she was studying that magnificent form while making plans for the body in her head.

“Can I…?” Vivian requested, gingerly reaching out to touch a small mark near Betty’s collar bone, which let the one-eyed warrior know what she meant more than the question did.

“Sure,” Betty gave her permission.

Vivian reached out and gently tracing the scar with her fingertips. She did that for a few seconds before she noticed another mark that she would like to touch; it was on Betty’s side. And then there was another small one on her shoulder that Vivian wished to touch too. She just wanted to know everything about the strong body being displayed to her, for her.

“Why don’t I have more hands?” Vivian wondered while moving her hand to the scar on the side.

The blonde then got a wicked good idea, in her opinion and she doubted that Betty would complain. Forget not having enough hands, she had been blessed with a mouth and a tongue. She leaned down and kissed the scar by Betty’s collar bone and the brunette shinobi inhaled sharply when the contact was made. She gripped her futon tightly to avoid holding the blonde in such away, thus avoiding hurting the geisha, when she felt Vivian’s tongue tracing the scar.

The blonde noted that Betty tasted salty, but delicious. Being so close to her love allowed Vivian to catch the scent Betty without it being blocked by the smell of her kimono that usually interfered with the brunette’s natural aroma. The smell was subtle, but Betty had the fragrance of grass coming from her, undoubtedly due to all of her time outside. It would seem that Betty was now of the earth because of her work.

Betty eventually ducked down and captured Vivian’s mouth with her own because she did not want to just sit there and do nothing. Besides, the way that Vivian was touching her, hands and mouth like that, was almost too much to bear. She needed to do something, to return the feelings coursing through her thanks to beauty with her. They moved their kimonos off to the side and pressed close to each other with the desire to just feel flesh against flesh, to experience each other fully. They had not expected it to feel as glorious as it did, but that just fueled them to continue on.

They continued their kiss while being pressed together, forgetting that there was a world beyond each other. They tasted each other deeper than ever before, realizing that nothing tasted better in the world to them than each other. Every now and then, a small moan would escape Vivian, which was pleasing to Betty’s ears. Betty moaned less often, but heavier than Vivian, which made the blonde proud, knowing that she could get such a response from a well-trained warrior who could control herself in every situation, except for when she was being kissed by Vivian it would seem.

The couple mostly rubbed each other early on as they touched naked forms, but it turned into caressing as time passed. They were not too sure on how much petting they should do or where it should be done, but they shyly went to explore body parts, careful in case they were going to be reprimanded for their journeys; those admonishments never came of course and never would. It all felt too much like heaven for either of them to dare speak a word that would end the outstanding treatment.

All of the touching was only making them hotter and not satisfying any part of them as far as physical need went. It was hard to think with so much want raging through them like a wild fire, so they were not sure how to relieve the ever-increasing pressure. Betty’s mind focused enough to figure out how to approach the situation. The ninja now had a plan and went with it first by asking herself what did she do when she was alone and thinking of Vivian? Well, she was just going to do that to the blonde.

Vivian was startled when a calloused finger slid against her. She nearly pulled away because of her surprise, but she quickly got over that as she realized how delicious it felt and stayed right where she was located. She quickly wanted more pressure, but Betty really had a tough time getting things just right, not just in pressure, but speed also because she had never done what she was doing to anyone, aside for herself anyway. She did enough for Vivian to fall against her breathless, even though it took longer than it should have, which would change in the future. Had Vivian had the presence of mind to move with the warrior or at least voice what she wanted to happen, the outcome might have been sooner, but she had been too wrapped up in what was happening to think that far. It did not matter to her anyway; the main thing was that she was getting to be physically intimate with Betty in someway and that Betty had just rocked her world.

The ninja leaned down and kissed Vivian’s forehead while the blonde was trying to gather herself from her trip over the edge. The geisha looked quite adorable when she was flushed and trembling, Betty thought. It was also rather pleasant to have Vivian cling to her and have Vivian’s full breasts pressing up against her as she gasped for air to help calm down, the warrior noted. When the blue-eyed female felt the kiss to her head, she tilted her head up to kiss Betty on the lips. During the enthusiastic kiss, Vivian reached down to return the favor that Betty had just done her. She found herself with a similar problem as Betty, but she got the one-eyed woman across the finish line just the same.

In the end, they were actually a bit frustrated as far as their bodies were concerned, even though they had gained some reprieve from their loving efforts. Their nerves were still on edge and their muscles felt like they were tied in knots, but they were too spent for the moment to attempt correcting their problems. They lay still on the futon with Vivian resting on top of Betty. They were both having the same thoughts, which were that they needed to do it again and again until they got it right…and even then they had to do it some more, when they could move again anyway.

It was their first time trying anything like that. For almost four years, they had been mostly satisfied with kissing and fully-clothed caressing as far as physicality went in their relationship. They never really had the chance for something quite like what they had just done. There was always the risk that someone could walk in on them, be it Betty’s husband at the time or Vivian’s geisha mother, the first one more than the second considering Wanda had the decency to request if she could enter a room before doing so. So, they had never even thought about touching each other in such a manner really because they did not want to frustrate themselves, but now, they had gone past the horizon and they were never, ever going back. They were going to perfect their new activity for it to reflect exactly how they felt about each other.

“When should I get you home?” Betty asked Vivian curiously, her fingers dancing lightly across the small of Vivian’s back. The geisha was close to purring from the attention.

“Probably before nightfall,” the blonde answered while trying to cuddle close to her beloved.

“Well, that gives us a few hours to get this right,” Betty remarked with a lecherous grin and then she surprised Vivian with a kiss.

(End of flashback)

Betty and Vivian entered the blonde’s room, which was expectedly neat, including her usual tinker toys that were set up in rows in the corner. The room was a moderate size and actually dominated by parts for Vivian’s hobby, but they were stowed away in a couple of trunks. The walls of the room had been decorated with woodland scenes with birds, each of which actually represented one of Vivian’s geisha. The bed, which was set up against the wall in a clean corner, was ready; it would seem that she anticipated Betty staying with her for the night. The one-eyed woman laughed to herself; Vivian knew her too well, which she did not mind in the slightest.

The couple went to the bed and sat down almost as if it was a ceremony that they were about to go through. They were dressed in plain white yukatas, like they planned to just go to sleep, but that was far from the case. They just liked the anticipation and sensual nature that came along with peeling each other out of clothing, which they got to in no time. There was something about the sight and feel of it that was just tantalizing for them.

The couple shared a deep kiss while methodically taking off each other’s garments, almost like they were unwrapping unexpected gifts, which might explain why they had tied their obis in such big bows. The pair removed the belts at the same time and then brushed the cloth from their shoulders with enough pressure to be tracing down the other’s limbs as they got rid of the clothing. They only pulled away from each other to discard the robes.

Once the two were bare, they came in close for skin contact and continuing on with their kissing while pressing against each other as if they were trying to fuse together. Their flesh seemed to be glad for the meeting; it felt like their skin was being treated to a dip in a cool spring on a scorching day. Their hands wandered their bodies in a professional manner, knowing just where to go and what to do when they arrived there. They were hungry for each other, but controlled themselves for the most part, not tearing at each other like they truly wanted to. The tender, deep caressing caused the pair to moan, Vivian’s were low, but more often while Betty’s were throaty and longer. The noises got louder and louder as time marched on, soon their voices drowned out the sound of their now sweat-covered bodies rubbing together.

Betty made the first move forward, going from Vivian’s mouth to her neck. She licked and sucked at the slightly pale flesh of the blonde as if it was the sweetest substance on the planet; her skin was close to milky because she spent most of her time indoors and her lover practically drank her in, every bit of her. Vivian cried out when Betty’s lips came in contact with her throat and she held the older female to her for a long moment while the brunette suckled her flesh almost as if she was trying to draw blood without making a puncture mark. It took her nearly a minute to push Betty away, which was expected.

“You know better,” Vivian said, having a hard time sounding like she was scolding her love when she was breathing so raggedly. “I’m the one that’s supposed to take care of you,” she remarked while lightly shoving Betty back.

The one-eyed female feigned like the blow held a lot of force and fell back against the mattress, which was what Vivian wanted from her. The blue-eyed beauty then crawled over Betty and smiled at her. Betty smiled back a bit, returning the expression because she was happy to be with Vivian and, well, she was enjoying the view above her.

“Love you,” Vivian whispered, as if she was telling a secret. There was glazed over look in her blue eyes; she was hazy from Betty’s treatment, but was quite aware of what she desired to do.

“You have to, I’m still alive,” Betty remarked with a small laugh.

“And if you want to stay that way, you’d better visit me more often,” the blonde stated soundly and seriously.

“I’ll consider it. Now, are you going to kiss me or am I going to have to go home?” Betty teased, as if she would dare go home when she had a naked Vivian on top of her. She would sooner cut her own legs off than to leave such a perfect situation to return to a lonely manor.

Vivian smirked. “Like I’d let you leave.”

Vivian leaned down and kissed Betty on the mouth while her hands went back to wantonly wandering the tanned body underneath her. Betty was not inactive and affectionately rubbed her hands up and down the length of Vivian’s slightly rough back; the condition of her back was due to the beatings that she had taken when she was a maiko. Betty did not mind the marks, except for the fact that they reminded her that her love had once been abused and she had not been able to do anything about it, which tended to cause a moment of dull pain to course through her. There was no room for pain in the warrior’s system at the moment, though; pleasure occupied every empty space in her body. Vivian started to rock on top of her in rhythm with Betty’s hands. The motion caused Betty to groan in pleasure as their bodies met like the tide and shore on a tranquil day.

After a few minutes, Vivian decided to descend. She slowly moved down Betty’s body, kissing her way to Betty’s neck, her lush breasts pressing delightfully against Betty’s bottom ribs. The blonde kissed and licked at Betty’s throat with loving care, thoroughly enjoying the salty taste of her beloved for a few seconds before continuing on, wanting to be at another destination as soon as she could. When she made it to Betty’s torso, she paused in the valley of Betty’s breasts and placed an exceptionally wet and adoring kiss there before moving onto the left mound. Her hand affectionately massaged the right hill while her mouth took care of the left, appreciating the taste like a starving person appreciated a meal. Her love shuddered in ecstasy beneath her. The blonde could practically feel Betty’s heart racing, which only egged her on, prompting her touch to become deeper and her mouth to be greedier; it seemed as if she was trying to take all of the fleshy cushion into her small mouth.

Vivian was actually a bit embarrassed as she thought about how long it had taken her and Betty to think of touching such sensitive areas on each other when they started having carnal relations; hard to believe that they were both highly intelligent, she thought. As Betty’s deep moaning and writhing persisted, Vivian decided that she wanted to hear more noise from her beloved. So, she latched on to the dusty pink peak of the mound in her mouth and added a great deal of suction. She got the result she wanted; Betty screamed and arched into her mouth for more.

Vivian snickered to herself as Betty tried to get herself under control more from habit than anything else. Her body was automatically attempting to come down, but her love would have none of that and Vivian persisted in her task. The warrior was panting now while Vivian suckled her as if she held the essence of life. The brunette bit her lip and hissed in pleasure as the pressure increased, arching again, silently pleading for more.

“Don’t stop,” Betty begged in long breathe.

Vivian smirked to herself; why in the world would she even think about stopping? She loved it when she made Betty cry out and shiver in pure ecstasy underneath her. She thoroughly enjoyed making her mate lose control. She loved that she could make Betty feel so good on so many levels, physically, emotionally, and even spiritually when it came to them being together as they were. All she desired to do was make Betty continue to react, so she switched peaks and gave the right hill the same attention that its match had just gotten. Betty whimpered in spite of herself, wanting so badly to holler to the heavens, but her body maintaining its usual restraint involuntarily, which only made her beloved work harder. Betty was fighting a losing battle seconds in.

The blonde began to inch her way further down as far as her mouth was concerned. She put her unoccupied hand onto the pile of flesh that she was leaving behind, kneading the soft skin as if she was making dough. Betty cried out again and her back arched like a broken branch when Vivian got to her destination, actually pulling away from the blue-eyed woman because of the move. Vivian just pulled her love back to her and then put a lot of vigor into her new task of kissing her love’s sweet spot; the move was another thing that it took them a while to think to do to each other.

It had taken the couple almost ten sessions together to think to kiss below the waist. It was something that was so out of the norm for them back then and that was why it took so long to come to mind. Now, they actually could not get enough of such actions, loving the way the other tasted and practically gulping the other down when they got the chance. They were very greedy, they often thought, but neither would ever complain.

Vivian looked up to catch a glimpse of Betty’s reaction to her delightful work while continuing to drink from the one-eyed woman’s body as if she was dying of thirst. Betty was biting her knuckle to prevent herself from screaming again, her teeth were clamped down to the point that it was surprising that she did not break the skin. As Vivian continued on, lapping and gulping from her love as if she was a cool stream, Betty did cut her knuckle, but her brain did not even register the metallic taste as her blood dripping onto her tongue. Vivian could tell the exact moment her beloved went over the edge; it was the moment that Betty surrendered and her hand dropped out of her mouth. The brunette practically shrieked all the way down. The blonde only smirked to herself, like a sly cat.

Vivian watched as Betty’s magnificent chest rose and fell as she filled her lungs with air. It was quite the pleasant sight and she smiled like a happy child while viewing the action. Betty pulled Vivian back up to her as she caught her breath. They kissed as soon as they were face to face and the next thing Vivian knew, she was on her back. It was her turn to be treated to such pleasure and Betty’s turn to feast on her breathtaking form.

The onyx-eyed warrior wasted no time on her task. She hit Vivian so quickly that the blonde coughed in surprise when she felt a finger caressing her center and Betty was already attached hand and mouth to both of her breasts, not giving Vivian a chance to do anything other than experience what was going on. Vivian was a quivering mass of moaning flesh within seconds and crying out Betty’s name in under a minute. Such a reaction was typical of the couple.

Vivian muttered while her lover turned her inside out as far as she was concerned. She was not saying anything of value; most of the things that left her mouth were not even real words. Every part of her body was just overloaded from the sweet sensation of having the brunette touching her, tasting her, loving her. She was certain that if she could experience the feeling everyday, she would and it would end up being the death of her and she would not give a damn. She would not die smiling, but panting and screaming at the height on ecstasy.

By the time Betty moved downward, Vivian had tears streaming down her eyes from the enchanting sensation washing over her body like large rain drops and she was caught in a storm thanks to the care of the warrior working on her. The blonde could not believe what Betty could do to her most of the time, how Betty could make her lose control so easily, but she loved her all the more for it. To her, it showed how much Betty cared by taking the time to learn which areas to go to in order for her to receive enough pleasure that all of her barriers collapsed like brittle crackers in no time flat.

Vivian tossed her back rather violently as she reached the end of the line, her body twitching as if her nerves had lost all control. Betty actually disliked that she did that often because on a few occasions Vivian had banged her head pretty hard, sometimes missing the mat altogether and hitting the hardwood floor or wall, and one time she even bit her tongue to the point of bleeding. She was fine that time though, especially when Betty crawled back up her body to give her a sweet kiss on the cheek and rested her forehead against Vivian’s as if to connect their thoughts.

The pair stayed like that for a few moments, just staring at each other with intense, but soft eyes. And then, Betty wordlessly and courteously rolled over onto her back. Vivian rolled with her, settling onto of the brunette. She smiled at Betty, who just had to smile back. Vivian leaned down to kiss her beloved on the mouth while moving her hips against Betty’s, tan met cream in a sleek, sensual motion, causing both parties to moan and shudder together. They moved together like a perfectly designed dance, holding onto each other as if they needed the other’s touch to stay alive, even though they felt like they were connected at all parts.

Most of their night was spent caressing and grinding against each other, reveling in the feel of the other, reminding each other how close they really were. Just because a month had passed since they last saw each other did not mean anything; they could still move as one, feel as one, and connect as one. They could still touch each other’s soul with a simple look and make the other’s day with a gentle caress. They still meant the world to each other.

When they were both spent, Vivian fell on top of Betty and stayed there. Betty was always her mattress when they shared a night together. As far as the blonde was concerned, there was no better resting place then where she was at the moment and Betty would not want the blonde anywhere else than where she was right now. Vivian covered them with a blanket and they exchanged one last passionate before bidding each other good night. They fell into a deep sleep that could only be brought on by being around each other.


Betty woke up was she heard birds chirping quite loudly in her opinion; damn inconsiderate birds. She yawned and then glanced to her side where a certain blonde was curled up against her body, resting peacefully. Her hair was poured over the bed as if it had been spilled from a water jug and there was a small, satisfied smile on her face, undoubtedly a leftover expression from the night before. She was so cute, Betty thought while drawing her lover closer to her.

Betty looked around her room while just enjoying being close to Vivian. She absently caressed the blonde’s torso and listened to Vivian breath while also feeling the process taking place against her body. She waited patiently for almost a half-hour before Vivian began to stir. She whimpered like a little puppy when she was waking up, which Betty also thought was cute. And when those water-colored eyes opened, it felt like the warmth of the sun shone on Betty.

“Morning…” Vivian greeted her beloved in an adorably small voice.

“Morning to you,” Betty replied in a low tone of her own, knowing from experience that waking up to something loud was irritating.

“Any chance of making it a good morning?” the blonde asked with an impish smile.

“There’s always a chance for that.”

Vivian grinned, which caused Betty to smile before going in for a tender, but deep kiss. They were already nude from the night before, but it would have been nice in their opinions to be able to undress the other. Still, they were just going to have to live without that and be happy with their morning passion, which they were.

Once they were both sated for the moment, they went to get cleaned up. They dressed for the day, the usual dark blue hakama for Betty and a lilac colored kimono for Vivian. They then went to have breakfast, which were served by giggling and blushing maids. The noise got Vivian laughing too because she knew what the joke was.

“You’re all filthy perverts, you know that?” Betty commented in a bit of an annoyed voice. How horrible did it look for the master of the house to have the servants laughing at her in front of her beloved to make matters worse?

“But, Director-sama, you were the one screaming ‘kami-sama, I’m there’ all morning,” one of the older, more daring servants pointed out.

Betty snorted like a mad bull. “Just go away,” she huffed because she did not have a better comeback.

Vivian laughed even more because of her beloved’s anger that she had been heard that morning. The blonde did not take care that she had to be heard too if Betty was because she was often much louder than the warrior. It did not bother her because she had enjoyed herself and, well, the servants did not make fun of her like they did their master. They also knew that they could get away with teasing Betty about it because she was suddenly in an eternal good mood.

After breakfast, the couple went to walk in the garden for a while. They talked about nothing really, how nice the clear sky was, how beautifully the flowers were growing in, and how some weird cat kept managing to sneak back into the manor after being put out. Once the walk was done, they went to sit on the veranda for a while and continued talking about nothing. Betty did volunteer to put that cat out its misery if it came back into the house, which earned her a scolding from her lover for saying such cruel things.

Sometime during the day, Vivian started doing a flower arrangement to keep busy while Betty went through some katas to stay in shape. The one-eyed female went through the motions in a small open area while Vivian sat on the veranda while doing her flower arrangement. Betty was done before the blonde was and sat down next to her on the wooden deck.

“You should do flower arrangement sometime,” Vivian commented out of the blue.

“Why?” Betty inquired. She knew how to do it, but she would sooner bang her head against a rock than actually show off her “skill.”

“It’s soothing. It would do your nerves some good,” Vivian answered as if it was obvious and to her, it was.

“I thought that’s why I kept you around,” Betty remarked with a smile.

Vivian laughed a little and looked coyly at her beloved. “Is that all you keep me around for? I’ve been under the impression that you loved me, yet I’m actually just some object here to relax you?”

“You made yourself that way,” the brunette replied with a teasing smirk.

Vivian did not counter that line, but she did jump on Betty, knocking her to the floor. Betty yelped, actually surprised by the maneuver, while Vivian smiled in triumph over her love. Betty stared at the blonde, looking more amused than anything else, even though she had just been easily defeated. She just supposed that it was a good thing that Vivian was on her side. She reached up and pushed some of Vivian’s silky hair out of her face.

“You’re so playful recently,” the brunette pointed out while resting her hand on her lover’s soft cheek, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin on her contrastingly rough palm.

“It’s because I like being here with you. I’ve wanted this for almost as long as I’ve known you,” Vivian answered in a nearly dreamy tone.

“Me too,” Betty confessed plainly and easily.

Vivian smiled again and leaned down for a short kiss. After that, she got back up and went to her flower arrangement. Betty sat back up and announced that she was going to clean herself up; she was covered in sweat thanks to her workout. Vivian volunteered to go with her to help and after getting a very skeptical look, explained that she could wash Betty’s back. The one-eyed woman conceded and got her back washed by Vivian, a few times. Eventually, she had to wash Vivian’s back because they got off-track as they so often did.

In the late afternoon, they had a little bit of food, where Betty had to put up with jokes from her servants again. She threatened to have them all sent to her brother’s house if they did not shut up, but they knew she was lying. She would not get rid of them; they were all too loyal, caring, and trusting for her to be rid of them and risk having new servants brought in, especially since those new servants were not likely to appreciate her relationship with Vivian.

The pair ate in silence, just enjoying being together and their meal, especially when the servant stopped acting like Betty was a big joke. When they were done eating, Vivian went to go mess with a tinker toy that she was creating while Betty sat in the corner, reading a book. They spent the rest of the day like that, which was fine by them.

When nighttime blanketed the city, the couple decided to go out rather than continue sitting around the house. They saw a show together and ate dinner at a restaurant; it worked out well since Betty did not have to deal with her servants once more. They had a rather good time, as they always did when they were out together.

It was great being able to go out together. They wished that they had been able to do it sooner in life, but they did not think about it. They could do it now and that was what mattered. They had the rest of their lives ahead of them to do it too, which was a prospect that almost induced a grin on both of their faces, but they restrained themselves.

They returned home rather late at night, but a few servants were still awake to just make sure that they made it in and also help in case they came in drunk. They were both a little red in the face, indicating that they had had something to drink while they were out, but they were not totally messed up. They easily made it to the bedroom on their own where the bed was already made and waiting for them.

They fell unceremoniously onto the futon, Betty landing first intentionally to break Vivian’s fall. They worked their way out of their clothing and were not too drunk to make love that night; they doubted that they would ever be so intoxicated that it would slip their minds to be physically intimate with each other when they lay down. When they were spent, Vivian made herself comfortable on top of Betty as usual and they fell into a deep sleep.

(Next day)

Betty woke up and immediately looked around. The surroundings were not of her room, but Vivian’s dwelling. She sighed as she looked down at Vivian, who was now resting against her side and using her shoulder as a pillow. It must have been a dream, she concluded, remembering the vivid scenes that it seemed her brain concocted through the night. It had to have been a dream; why else would Vivian have been living with her and she not thinking about work?

Betty actually found herself wishing that it had not been a dream as she stared down at how content Vivian looked against her; the blonde was having a pleasant dream too. She could see that look every day if only she could walk away from her job, the warrior told herself. It was so tempting, she commented mentally while reaching down to brush Vivian’s golden locks to the side to give herself a better view of her love.

Too bad it was not the time for that. They just were not ready for what Betty dreamed, it seemed. They had so many other things to worry about. It was not something that they would say out loud or even in their own minds, but they knew that to be the truth. Who knew when they would be ready to settle down together? They could only hope that they would know when the time was right, when everything was in the proper order.

Betty’s attention focused solely on Vivian as her eyes fluttered open. Vivian smiled at the wonderful sight that she got to wake up to. She snuggled up closer to Betty, appearing quite content and Betty was the same. They might part in a few hours or in a few days, but for the moment they were together. They had each other and maybe one day, they would have each other always. Right now, they had learned to be utterly pleased with what was happening in the present. They had duties that meant a lot to them and they understood that, which was why they never truly pressed the other to change.

They had each other right now and that was what happened, that was always what happened. They would continue on with their duties and with life, but one day maybe their relationship would take center stage instead of playing in the background to their responsibilities to everyone else. But, they did have their moment, their little slice of heaven.

The end.

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