Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Romancer's Bonding ❯ First Encounter ( One-Shot )

Ah, London. It was an alright place to be, assuming someone doesn't live there. Then it'd be an alright place to live. Our story begins at a local pub, where tourists and commoners are treated one and the same. It's a relatively friendly place, save for the occasional angry drunk every now and then.

The main bar was lined with patrons. One of them, a slightly dark skinned woman, was looking a bit down. It was as if her plans were ditched by others. In her hands was a glass of wine. The amount left in it was barely a sip's worth. She sighed after a bit. Suddenly, the bartender placed another glass in front of her. The woman looked up at him.

“Complements of the lass over there.” he said, pointing to a different woman. Her skin was light, almost as if it were a pale peach color. The woman then winked at her, returning to her own drink. She smirked, coming up with an idea.

“Say, bartender…” she said. “Could you send her another one of what she's drinking?” The bartender nodded. “And put it on my tab.” He got to work on the woman's drink, giving it to the other once it was finished. After saying the same thing to her, she walked over to the wine-drinking woman.

“What a kind lady you are…” the visiting woman said in a delighted tone. “And with looks to match, too…” This caused the other to crack a smirk.

“I could say the same about you…” she replied. “Somehow, you're easier on the eyes. What's your name?”

“The name's Krilacia Flameaux. And yours?”

“Rosalia Fiametta. A pleasure to be in the gaze of a good-looking woman such as yourself.”

“The pleasure's all mine, dear Rosalia.” She then sat down next to her. “So… you from out of town?”

“From the states, though I have origins in Italy. And you. What place was lucky enough to witness your birth?” Krilacia giggled a bit.

“I'm also from the states. My parents, though… they came from France.” Rosalia raised an eyebrow.

“France, you say…”

“Yes, but rarely do I see anyone from Italy… let alone such a charming woman such as yourself…”

“Oh, I'm more than just looks, Krilacia.”

A few hours pass, and the two ladies seem to have taken in quite a bit of alcohol. They were being just as loud as the other patrons were. As they were laughing, Rosalia felt something. She held up one finger to Krilacia, digging into her pocket. Soon, a phone was produced, and it was on vibrate.

“Hello?” she said in a slurred voice.

“Rosa? Where are you?” said a voice on the other end.

“I'm at th' bar. Where are you, Frankie?”

“Back at the hotel. Dad wants you to come back.”

“Mrrrgh… fine. I'll be back.” She then hung up and looked at Krilacia. “Sorry babe, I gotta go back to my family. Mind if we swap numbers?”

“Shure..” she responded. The two women, to the best of their impaired ability, gave each other their numbers. As they walked into the night-ridden streets, Krilacia stumbled into Rosalia's grasp. She let out a small purr, nuzzling into the Italian woman's body. In response, Rosalia wrapped her arms around the French woman's frame.

“Mmm… you feel so… so warm…” she whispered.

“As do you… uh… Krilly.” Rosalia whispered back. The two laughed quite loudly. A car seemed to be heading past the bar. It was too far to see what exactly it was, but Rosalia called it as if it were a cab. To both of their surprises, it was indeed a cab. Staggering a bit, they clambered into the vehicle.

“Where to, lassies?” the driver said.

“Uh…” Krilacia replied, handing him a weathered matchbook. “That place.”

“I think I'm going to the… the Sheepshire Inn or something.” Rosalia added.

“Eh, y'did the right thing callin' a cab…” The driver then pulled away from the pub, heading to the destinations. Meanwhile, in the back seat, Krilacia leaned onto Rosalia, an arm on her shoulders and another arm on her right thigh.

“Still feeling good, I see…” she murmured, her hand trailing along the thigh. A simple kiss to the cheek caused Rosalia to react.

“As do you…” she slurred, kissing her back. Soon, they were making out in the back seat. Krilacia's free hand latched onto one of Rosalia's breasts gently, rubbing it with slow movements. Her fingers idled mostly around where the nipple was, flicking it every now and then. In response, Rosalia let out a quiet moan, pushing the other's head down to her neck. Her tongue lapped lightly against the olive-toned skin, coupled by her lips sucking on it very gently. Meanwhile, her hand continued its so-called act of friendliness by tracing down the woman's abdomen. It got to her hips before the cab screeched to a sudden halt.

“Sheepshire Inn. First stop.” the driver said. “That'll be eleven pounds thirty-five, miss.” Krilacia quickly sat back into her own seat, letting Rosalia pull out the right fare. Once paid, she stumbled out of the cab.

“Call me sometime, Rosa…” Krilacia slurred. “I'll do stuff to your pussy…” Her expression broke into laughter after she realized what she said. “Still, y'should call me.”

“I got it… I think.” Rosalia replied, snickering. She then walked into the hotel with a drunken spring to her step. The door to the cab swung shut, and the vehicle itself drove off. For weeks after the initial meet-up, the two women contacted each other almost constantly. From the basic text message to the over-the-phone flirting to, on rare occasions, exposing themselves to each other in hopes of arousal. Recently, the messages ceased altogether.

In what would be considered the dead of night, Rosalia was lying on her bed. Her arms were behind her head, pondering over what may have happened to her long distance friend. She seemed a bit worried. Was she even real? Or was she just a figment of her then-intoxicated imagination? Just then, the doorbell went off. At a leisurely pace, she walked out of her room. Down a hallway and a flight of stairs, and she was at the front door. She opened it, and went a bit wide eyed. Standing outside was Krilacia, dressed in casual wear and sporting a bag.

“Kril!” Rosalia yelled.

“Rosa!” her response was. The two women threw each other into the other's arm, wrapping them around in a tender embrace. A quick kiss, and they pulled away just a bit.

“What's with the bag?” asked Rosalia with curiosity.

“Just two sets of clothes and other stuff.” Krilacia replied. “And, before I go on, I have to ask… Can I sleep over at your place for a few days?” Naturally, the resident was surprised. And yet, she was somewhat excited over the fact that she not only remembered her, but also was planning on sleeping over. For the visiting woman, her mind began to fill with thoughts and mental pictures of Rosalia being subjected to all sorts of lesbian goodness.

You know, the kind of stuff sometimes asked for on the kink meme.

“Sure!” Rosalia exclaimed with audible excitement. “Just bring your bag up to my room.” She then grabbed Krilacia by her free hand and led her up the same flight of stairs at nearly the same speed she went before. Her room was only slightly fancy. The bed was a fairly basic four-post wooden one, albeit with some elegant engravings. It was clearly not made. Clothes were scattered a fair bit along the ground, though not by much. A dresser was there, along with other assortments of furniture. Rosalia then ran to the side of the bed. “Right here will do.” she said, pointing to the far corner of it. Krilacia nodded, setting down the bag before looking back at Rosalia.

“Sorry I couldn't answer back, Rosa…” Krilacia whispered. “My brother wrecked my phone.” Rosalia responded first with putting a hand on top of hers.

“That's fine.” was her added reply. “Just had me concerned, is all.” She let out a smile, as did Krilacia soon after. "Care for a bite to eat?" The other nodded, and the two of them walked out of the room.

In the kitchen, they scrounged up a bit of food. For Rosalia, it was some leftovers. For Krilacia, it was a sandwich. Then they sat at the table.

"So Kril... tell me." Rosalia said. "How did you manage to find my home?"

"Hmm..." she murmured, thinking of how she managed to find her home. "Well, it boiled down to asking some locals. And that took about a day or so. Had to spend the night at a hotel." The next few minutes were in silence. The snacks were finished soon after.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm off to go shower." The Italian woman stood up, and walked back upstairs, leaving Krilacia in the dark. Rather than wait, she decided to follow Rosalia. Past the stairs and through the doors they went, leaving Rosalia in the bathroom and Krilacia just outside. The Frenchwoman waited until after the shower was on to enter. Inside, the mirrors were slowly fogging up from the condensation. Behind the glass shower door stood one naked Rosalia, who was using a bar of soap to clean herself off. Meanwhile, Krilacia removed her own clothes, which consisted of a button-down shirt and a skirt down to just before her knees. The only major concern a normal woman would have would be the lack of any brassiere-shaped clothing under the shirt. For some reason, she wanted to feel the fabric against her bare nipples. As for the lower half, her shaved vagina seemed to sleep behind comfortable panties. Well, until said panties were dropped. She then opened the glass doors of the shower, only to be greeted by Rosalia's back. At first, she assumed she didn't hear the door open. But then...

"Y'know... I half expected you to follow me in here..." she said, still washing up. Her head then turned to peer over her shoulder, eyeballing the woman behind her.

"Did you now..." Krilacia responded, moving close to the other. Her smooth hands slipped across the equally smooth body, mostly staying in the hip region. "Because I thought it was guaranteed." Without another word, she planted a kiss on the other's mouth. It didn't take long for them to collide tongues. As for her hands, they slid towards the front of her pelvic region. They managed to reach and caress the insides of her legs, while Krilacia softly pressed her whole body against Rosalia's backside. Said backside was only a tad curved from the feel of her hands. She arched more noticeably once Krilacia slid a finger down the front of her entrance, giving off a small moan at the same time.

"I think we can get more than just my fingers..." the French woman whispered. Her hands reached for the detachable showerhead, slowly yanking it from the holster. "Much more..." Her other hand changed the settings on it, causing it to shoot three streams of water to spray from the nozzle at a somewhat harder pressure. Though Rosalia didn't mind getting off with the shower head, the increased pressure did make her uneasy.

"Uh, Kril..." she said in a soft voice. "I dunno if that'll feel really good or really uncomfortable..."

"Don't worry, Rosa..." she replied back. "After all, isn't this setting supposed to massage your body?"

"Well yeah, but..." Her eyes looked at the stream hitting her foot. It was a bit daunting. And yet... it seemed a bit tantalizing. "Fine... but if I say so, put it back."

"Of course... that is.... if you want me to pull it away~..." A grin grew on her face as she aimed the streams of water up Rosalia's leg. They reached her thigh, which filled her with anticipation. Sure it was something new, but it might not be her cup of tea, so to speak. Her thoughts would have continued, but suddenly she felt the streams hit her entrance. Her mouth gasped a bit, her arms reaching for the woman behind her. Krilacia, on the other hand, had her mouth on her dark neck, sucking on it. Her legs shook with the overabundance of pleasure and uncomfortable feelings coursing through her body.

"Ahh.... K-Krilly..." Rosalia gasped. "I don't... don't wanna fall..."

"Too much, eh~?" Krilacia responded with a teasing tone in her voice.

"A bit... yeah..." The other nodded, flicking the showerhead back to its regular setting.

"No worries. Not everyone's used to their vaginas being massaged with such force."

"Well, it's not that... rather the fact that it was just..." She shuddered with a delighted groan. This caused Krilacia to smirk. "Y'know what..." She plucked the showerhead off the holster. "I think I got an idea..." With that, she began to set its setting to the massage setting. However, she stopped once the water was spraying out at a lighter pressure.

"Ohh, I see what you're going for~..." The other murmured.

"Still though, let's take a seat... for better access~..." She motioned to a corner that seemed to be a seat. And soon enough, both women were seated in said corner. Krilacia sat behind Rosalia, holding the showerhead firmly against the other's drenched opening. Audible moans could be heard coming from Rosalia's mouth. Her hands were reaching for the Frenchwoman behind her, back arched. The other was more focused on her neck, going as far as nibbling it slightly.

"Like that, Rosa~?" Krilacia murmured. "Because I do~"

"Y-Yes... oh god yes, Kril~..." Rosalia replied. Suddenly, she gripped the other's hand, releasing her love juices. Said release mixed in with the water, quickly washing it away. The two looked at each other with a soft gaze, kissing soon after. Afterwards, both stood up, with Krilacia setting the showerhead setting back to normal and back into the holster.

"I'll leave you to your shower then..." said, turning to the door. Her right arm was grabbed by Rosalia.

"Could you stay?" she asked. "After all, I think you're a bit dirty...~"

"A bit~? Oh, I'm more than just a bit dirty~..." Her body turned back towards the Italian woman, who pulled her towards her body. Krilacia's hands took a shampoo bottle, plopping some into her hair. With a firm motion, she lathered her blonde hair with suds.

A few minutes later, they exited the bathroom in just towels. The bedroom's temperature was lower than that of the bathroom's, and both girls began to shiver a bit.

"To the bed?" Krilacia asked. "Hopefully that'll keep us warm." Rosalia merely nodded, letting the other woman drag her under the covers to her own bed. Once they were completely underneath the warm blankets, they shed their towels, shuffling their naked bodies to the pillows. Both heads popped up near said pillows, quite close to each other.

"Mmm, Kril?" Rosalia asked in a calmer voice.

"Yes, Rosa?" was her reply.

"I think I might love you..." Krilacia smirked.

"And you... I might love you too." They locked lips once more, arms and hands keeping each other close. Eventually, Krilacia broke away.

"Now wait a minute, Rosa..." she said. "Did you just say that because of the shower we had?"

"Did you reply like that because of said shower?" she replied back. They laid there in silence for a few seconds.

"... Something tells me that this is just us being fuck buddies."

"Better than nothing, right?" Krilacia grinned, suddenly hopping on top of Rosalia.
"Damn right it is~..." She said, immediately going to give the woman a hickey. There was no loud moaning, only gasping. Shortly after, she pulled away from the neck, sliding off the other.

A few days later, they were once again at the front door to her home.

"Thanks for stopping by, Kril." Rosalia said. "Just a shame to see you go."
"Oh, I know, Rosa..." Krilacia responded with a slightly sad tone. "These past few days were magical... in some way~."

"Indeed~. We oughta meet up some time in the future."

"Quite so. My place, next time?"

"Gladly." After the exchange of words, they kissed each other one last time. Once they broke from the kiss, Krilacia picked up her bag. A car drove up to the house, stopping near her. The windows rolled down to reveal a man in a cap.

"Are you ready, Miss Flameaux?" he said in a proper manner. In response, she nodded, hopping into the back seat. The car then pulled away from the home. Sighing, Rosalia turned back to the house, where her brother awaited.

"Is she another one of your friends?" he asked. She stopped and turned to him.

"None of your business, Ilario." she replied with a smirk.