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Bonus Story
1
The first show that Cecilia and Gigi had together was a rousing success. Fans were gushing about their hand holding and the bond they seemed to share on stage! For Cecilia, though, it was something more. From that moment, she no longer worried about what it felt like to hold hands, to bond your soul to someone else. From that moment on she saw Gigi not as a partner on the stage, but someone dear to her heart. They spent every day with each other preparing for the show, and now they spent every day together in the months since because they wanted to. Everyone at the studio talked about the pair; how inseparable they were, how they went to eat lunch together, got tea at the cafe together, walked home together. It should have embarrassed Cecilia but it just… Didn’t.
After a particularly rough practice, in which their coach pushed the pair to their limits, Gigi slumped against the wall of the studio and let out a groan. “God, that woman just won’t quit!” she lamented of their coach. “Our next performance is months away and she’s got us working our asses off!”
The sweat was rolling down her neck, soaking into the white shirt she wore, clinging to her skin. Cecilia felt herself growing warm all of a sudden. She could make out the unmistakable black lines of her sports bra under her sweaty shirt and felt something she hadn’t before. She looked at her hands, and then to Gigi, and then back at her hands again. What was this feeling she felt burning in her chest?
Gigi noticed her and jumped up and took Cecilia by the hand, shoving her face closer. “What’s up Ceci?” Her face was an inch away. Cecilia could see every bead of sweat, every inch of her face, her bright, honest eyes and adorable pouting face. Cecilia felt her fingers meet Gigi’s and it was like lightning exploded through her body. She instantly went red but couldn’t move, completely stunned and nearly twitching. Gigi cocked her head to the side. “Ceci? Hello?”
Cecilia yanked her hand away, feeling her brain sputtering under the burden. “I-I,” she couldn’t form a coherent thought. She turned and picked up her things. “N-Need to go…” She finally managed to get those words out and bolt for the door.
2
She ran the whole way home. She ducked between passersby, head down, feeling the heat in her face as she did. She nearly slammed the door to her apartment off of the hinges with the speed at which she entered and threw her bag across the room, allowing the door to fall shut behind her. The strength left her legs and she just slumped down and hugged her knees, back against the door. Cecilia was an automaton! This was so strange. What was she feeling, anyway? It was like she wanted something, but what was it? Cecilia stared at her hand again… Her hand was still a little wet with Gigi’s sweat. She smelled her hand and felt the lighting course through her body again. All Cecilia could think about was touching Gigi again. Feeling the warmth of her hand again. The sensation she felt on that stage, walking home together, walking to the cafe… They held hands everywhere now, like it was second nature. Now that she had run away and ruined everything… Would they hold hands again? The thought made her want to start crying.
A banging on the door made her nearly jump out of her skin. Three loud bangs, then silence. Then three loud bangs again after a moment. Cecilia lifted her head and could hear panting on the other side of the door. It was still summer. It was easily ninety degrees outside with high humidity.
“Ceci! Ceci please, open up!” Gigi’s desperate plea made Cecilia’s heart skip a beat. “I’m sorry, Ceci! I grabbed you without thinking and I-I-”
The door opened slowly. Cecilia had jumped to her feet and was peeking from the slit in the door only slightly opened, eyes trained down at Gigi’s feet. She was drenched in sweat, worse than she was at the studio. She didn’t even bring her bag; she was only holding her phone in her hands as she was breathing heavily, each rise and fall of her chest seemingly tugging the fabric of her shirt tighter against her skin. Cecilia found herself digging her nails into her palms.
Gigi couldn’t make heads or tails of Cecilia’s expression. She scratched her cheek awkwardly. “I-I was expecting to knock a few more times,” she mumbled, chuckling a little. There was a long moment of silence. Cecilia was sure her heart was going to explode out of her chest. Gigi swallowed hard and bowed her head. “I’m sorry for grabbing you like that at the studio. I’m sure it was embarrassing for you and I just felt like-”
Cecilia’s hand darted from the crack in the door and secured Gigi’s wrist. She could feel the sweat against her porcelain skin. It made her feel amazing.
Gigi was turning red now. “I’m s-sorry! Okay! Please don’t be mad-”
Cecilia yanked her by the wrist toward the slowly opening front door. She couldn’t find the words and was driven by her desire now. She wanted to experience more of this feeling… Gigi didn’t fight back and allowed herself to be pulled forward until she crossed through the door and the pair stood in the entryway to her apartment. They stood there a long moment; Gigi fixated on Cecilia who was staring at the ground. She was holding tight to her shirt with one hand and still holding tightly to Gigi’s wrist with the other. Cecilia breathed in through her nose and felt fire through her body. The smell… The smell … It was like smelling her hand again, but better now; more complete. She was closer now. She felt like she was going to crawl out of her own skin.
“T-Touch me.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
Gigi’s eyes went wide, like she was caught in a trap. “Touch you? Where?”
Cecilia still couldn’t look up. It felt like every circuit in her body was overheating. She was stammering, finally saying, “My body.”
Gigi looked taken aback. Slowly, she lifted her free hand, trembling as she did. Finally, after what Cecilia thought was an eternity behind her closed eyes, Gigi lunged her hands forward and placed it on Cecilia’s breast. Lightning. Cecilia whimpered, letting out her held breath with a shudder and a moan. She felt Gigi drawing back but, but she couldn’t let her! Cecilia yanked Gigi’s still captive wrist, pulling her tight to her own chest. She was on fire! It felt incredible, like what she had been craving was being satisfied by something so simple. And yet, she needed more. Holding Gigi in a tight embrace, she felt the muscles on her back. Her sweaty wet shirt creasing and tracing every muscle, every sinew, overpowering her with scent.
“Ceci, I,” Gigi stuttered, looking up from her chest, “What are we-?”
Cecilia met eyes with Gigi for one moment and felt herself melting away. Those bright, cheery, puppy-dog pink eyes, those fucking eyes looking back at her, she needed to see those eyes looking down at her, seeing all of her. She swallowed her pride, everything she had ever known and every feeling she ever felt and took that leap.
“I need you right now, Gigi.”
3
Cecilia led Gigi to the bedroom, holding as tight to her hand as she could manage. It was like if she let go she would float away or melt through the floor. Once the bedroom door fell closed behind them they both just stood there awkwardly and couldn’t muster any words. Cecilia wasn’t sure what could be said, and Gigi was too scared to make a move. So they just kept standing in Cecilia’s bedroom, barely illuminated by the setting sun through slitted blinds. Finally, Cecilia worked up her strength and let go of Gigi’s hand.
“I want… I want you to see me, Gigi.” Her voice was barely a whisper once again. She was quivering. “I want you to really know me.”
Gigi blinked a few times. The whirlwind of the last few minutes was still spinning in her mind. “I- What? Ceci, I see you every day, I-”
Cecilia started pulling up the white shirt she wore to dance practice. Gigi was awestruck as she saw the evening sun start to reflect off of Ceci’s porcelain skin. As opposed to her own skin, Ceci’s so so smooth, so flawless, she instinctively reached her hand out to touch but drew back and waited patiently for permission. Once her head had broken free of her shirt, Cecilia tossed it aside and turned to face her. She was wearing a frilly bra the color of matcha with white trim and lace. Gigi felt herself growing warmer. Her eyes were wide, glowing, almost hungry . Cecilia felt electricity through every circuit of her body as she watched Gigi taking her in.
“D-Do you like it?”
Gigi was practically drooling. Words escaped her. The only thing she could feel was desire, so she took Cecilia by the wrist this time and pulled her close, standing on her toes to kiss her. Cecilia was shocked, gasped, but didn’t pull back. She could feel Gigi’s warmth penetrating her lips, a small bit of saliva catching her lips as an adventurous tongue darted forward, trying to breach Cecilia’s mouth. Gigi’s other hand moved forward and rested on Cecilia’s stomach. It was so smooth, so warm, Gigi started moving upwards without a single resistance. Cecilia could feel her skin against Gigi’s hand and had to stifle a moan into her mouth. Finally, Gigi’s hand made it under Cecilia’s bra and she held her breast gently for a moment. Like a porcelain doll but warm, inviting, incredible , Gigi couldn’t believe the sensation of feeling Ceci in that moment. Ceci moaned into Gigi’s mouth again, drawing back slightly. Gigi bit gently into her bottom lip and pulled her back in.
“I love it,” was all Gigi could manage through the kissing, hand moving so feverishly under Cecilia’s bra that it pushed it too far up and released her breasts. Cecilia couldn’t find strength anymore and started falling backwards towards her bed. The smell of Gigi’s sweat, the warmth of her lips, the wetness of her saliva in her mouth, Cecilia couldn’t fight any longer. The pair fell backwards onto the bed. Gigi pinned Cecilia’s arms over her head and looked down at her; Cecilia could have sworn her eyes were glowing in the twilight. All Cecilia wanted Gigi to do was consume her. Now, Gigi’s other hand went lower. She leaned forward and began kissing and then biting into Cecilia’s next as her fingers slowly moved lower across her stomach. The waistband of Cecilia’s bike shorts lifted up slightly, every single lick and bite and trace of her fingers making Cecilia twist and whimper in pleasure. Once Gigi’s hand reached her destination she drew back and raised an eyebrow.
Cecilia turned her head to the side. “I… I don’t have one…”
Gigi was suddenly flustered. “Oh, I’m sorry I-”
Cecilia took Gigi’s hands in hers and guided her to a spot above her pelvis. Just placing her hands there made her body quiver. Gigi’s eyes went wide. “I-I have a very sensitive spot right here,” she breathed, guiding Gigi’s fingertips to the sides of a small panel that was located there. With more guidance it started coming up slightly, making her body jolt with pleasure until finally, pop , the panel was open. On that pop Cecilia’s back arched and she nearly screamed in joy, but could only manage feverish gasps.
Gigi looked down. There were a few wires neatly arranged into some circuitry; a few black ones, a few yellow, two orange and then… One small wire, a little bigger than the rest, pink and radiating heat. A grin crawled across her face. Cecilia bit into her fist, bright red, and looked into Gigi’s eyes, pleadingly. Was she going to make her ask for it?
Gently, like a feather, the tip of one finger touched her pink wire. Her back arched again. Her entire body shook. Gigi was convinced that she would bite through her own finger. She settled again, still quivering as Gigi hadn’t removed that slight pressure.
“So sensitive…” Her tone was sickly sweet, her pink eyes glowed, those fucking eyes , Cecilia grabbed Gigi by her shirt and pulled her down into a kiss again. The movement made Gigi put more pressure on the wire and she gasped into Gigi’s mouth, struggling to keep up with Gigi’s kissing. Cecilia wrapped her arms around Gigi’s back and felt her start biting into her neck again, each breath in between just as sensitive.
“Gigi I need you to pull that wire for me after practi-” she moaned as Gigi did as instructed, hooking her finger under the slight slack from the pink wire and pulling backwards. “I need you to pull-” she gasped again, her back arching, as Gigi pulled harder than before. She could feel the connections from both ends of the wire starting to give, just slightly, but every time it felt like it would disconnect Gigi gave it slack again. “I need you Gigi!”
Gigi placed her mouth next to her ear and bit into her lope gently before whispering, “I love you, Ceci.” Before the words could even penetrate her thinking the wire was pulled again and her back arched again, tears welling behind her eyes and a gasp escaping her lips. It felt like every single synapse of her brain was sparking, and like every single nerve in her body was screaming out for freedom. She felt like she needed to melt into Gigi.
“I need you Gigi! I need you!”
She giggled into Cecilia’s ear. “You’re so fucking cute.” Another pull on the wire. Cecilia was so close.
“Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop Gigi,” she gasped, hooking her legs around Gigi’s hips. “Say it again!”
Another chuckle. “So needy… I love you, Ceci.”
The final pull was ecstasy. Swift, delicate, but firm. Coinciding with her honey sweet words in her ears. Her entire body shuddered, spasmed, as chills ran through her body like lightning and shook her to her core. Her nails dug into Gigi’s back; it was too hard! She was going to hurt her! But she didn’t care. She was insane. She needed Gigi to love her. Finally, her body stopped and she fell limp, panting heavily. Gigi fell to her side and did the same, staring at the side of Cecilia’s face with that same proud, puppy dog expression Cecilia had grown to love so much.