The Memories Saga

Just How High I Was Flying
Acepilot87

Sequel to "Making Of A Memory" - read that first.

Disclaimer - Da Jan Jane, Quinn and any other characters that appear
in this story are still property of MTV...even if the idiots over
there aren't doing anything with them. Tonight, the soundtrack is the
Meat Loaf classic "For Crying Out Loud", which I also don't own, just
to clarify. I'm still broke, so no one in their right mind would
waste any money suing me.

Rating - NC-17. No doubts about it.

A/N - Set about three hours after "The Making Of A Memory", and about
6 months before "Thank God It's Christmas". I don't know when that
makes it in Dar Dariaverse.
While I'm here, I'd just like to say a big "so long, and thanks for
all the fish" to Douglas Adams. Two years late, I know, but while
suffering a seven and a half hour train ride today with nothing but
my towel, my babel fish and my copy of "The Hitchhiker's Guide To The
Galaxy" for company, I was sadly reminded that we will never again
know genius quite like his. Forever will the saying be passed into
legend - "Hey, you sass that hoopy Douglas Adams? That's one frood
who really knows where his towel is."

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I was damned and you were saved
And I never knew how enslaved
I was kneeling
In the chains of my master

I could laugh but you could cry
And I never knew just how high
I was flying
Ah, with you right above me

- Jim Steinman, For Crying Out Loud.

Jane's consciousness slowly crawled up her body, using the most
ridiculous and useless neural pats ass as if attempting to put off
arrival at her brain for as long as possible. Jane felt it's approach
and tried to encourage the notion that there was no rush, but the
instant it hit her spinal cord, it simply shot like an express train
from one end of her being to the other, and she grumpily (and still
somewhat wearily) lifted an incredibly heavy eyelid.
When she had woken up in a very similar position to this some hours
ago now, she had fil filled with panic and dread. Now, thankfully,
there were no such problems. Daria lay entangled with her, but there
was no fear of rejection. Daria's arm was around her very naked
waist, but there was no worry of regret. Daria's breasts were against
her back, and all there was was peace, happiness and contentment.
This was, Jane decided, the ultimate way to wake up.
However, while she felt that Daria should certainly share this
revelation, she did not particularly want to anger her girlfriend (at
this thought, her heart gave a small but very noticeable jump) by
waking her up (especially considering the recent mutual exertion of
energy that had caused their recent state of unconsciousness). So,
taking pains to be quiet and careful, Jane worked her way out of
Daria's embrace and slid silently out of bed.
The instant she stood she felt her muscles complain, and she realised
that it would have to be fairly late in the afternoon, and that she
had been lying horizontally for a great deal of time. She stretched,
but that merely resulted in her bones moaning and bitching as well,
thus increasing her regret that she ever left Daria's arms.
Jane put as little effort into moving as she could as she half-slid,
half-walked and half-slumped (which, her sleep-muddled brain reminded
her, was an improper fraction) towards the nearest door out of the
room.
When she finally arrived, she turned around and looked at the angelic
figure of Daria, lying under the sheet, brown hair flowing around her
and eyes shut and peaceful.
She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life.
She finally worked up enough energy to make her way to the bathroom,
in hopes that a hot shower would finally kick some energy into her
somewhat unusually slack body this morning.

****

Jane almost moaned when the water began working at her sore, overused
muscles. Guys, she decided, had it easy. They didn't have to put much
effort into sex. However, she and Daria had discovered that it wasn't
all easy during their initial, fumbling attempts last night. With
Daria's reluctance to do any actual - uh...penetrating acts - on
either side, they had had an uphill battle on their hands. But when
they finally managed to get everything lined up and going, it worked
beautifully. A highly enjoyable experience, but on the whole a very
difficult one to manage.
Jane stood with her hands pressed against the wall of the shower, hot
water streaming down her hair and onto her face and back. She
realised she was in quite a cliched position, but figured she had
little to worry about. It will take several paragraphs for Jane to
realise how wrong is is on this regard.
Leaving herself supported with just the one hand, Jane allowed the
other to slide down her body to her still slightly swollen and sore
genitalia and tentatively touched herself, trying hard not to wince.
It had been exceptionally good fun, and the most pleasurable
sensation she had ever experienced, but after a non-stop night of
virtually nothing but sex, she was left feeling a little worse for
wear.
Not that she minded. It was worth it.
So lost in her memories, Jane didn't notice the fact that her hand
had begun to rhythmically rub her clit slowly and gently, carefully
pleasuring herself with an image of Daria in her mind's eye.
She also failed to notice the shower door behind her swing open.
She did, however, notice the fact that there was suddenly a hand on
her breast, fingertips circling her nipple, drawing it to a hardened
bud. She did notice that there was suddenly a hand covering her
rather more active appendage, removing it. She whimpered and tried to
return it to it's rightful place, but Daria (or at least Jane hoped
it was Daria - if it wasn't, then the Morgendorffers were back early
and one of them was getting way to friendly for Jane's liking) pushed
her hand up to pre previous position, against the shower wall.
And so Daria left her standing - unsatisfied, under the showerhead,
facing the wall with Daria behind her, and her shoulders and legs
spread.
She felt Daria's lips on her wet shoulder. "Couldn't wait for me,
huh?"
"I was thinking of you." Jane admitted.
"Ah. Well, that's okay then. But still highly impatient."
"I'm allowed to be impatient. Besides, I didn't want to wake you."
"You not being there woke me."
"Ah. Daria, what are you doing?"
"You'll see."
Water was now cascading down her back moreso than her front as Daria
slid her hands down her sides and repositioned her ever so slightly.
She could feel the featherlight brush of Daria's fingers trace their
way around her body.
One went upwards, toward her breasts.
The other went in a direction that could best be described as other
than up.
Jane turned her head to see Daria behind her.
She realised then that she had never really seen Daria any different
to her normal fare - but when wet, Daria took on a very different
quality. Her hair slicked down, going almost black and becoming a
tightly bunched ponytail looking thing. Her eyes were narrow but
expressive, and her skin gleamed with beads of water settling on it
for moments at a time before continuing their journey towards the
drain.
If she looked angelic while she was sleeping, then she looked demonic
while wet.
Daria kissed her softly on the lips. "Face the wall, my love."
Jane nodded and did as requested.
The hand that had gone in the direction that had been more
gravatically correct had now reached its goal. One finger on Daria's
hand now took up the job Jane's own hand had been forced to abandon,
and Jane was unable to contain her very uncharacteristic squeal of
joy when lly lly things were going back on track.
But then things went all sorts of different to anticipated.
Daria's finger continued in the direction that is traditionally
followed by planes when they run out of fuel, only to stop at her
entrance.
"Did you ever let Tom have sex with you?"
The question itself was a risk on Daria's behalf - if Jane responded
in the affirmative, then they may just open a whole new can of worms
that they weren't ready for.
Good thing the answer was no. She relayed this to Daria, who nodded.
Daria's finger slid very, very slowly into her.
"It shows."
"Gee, thanks. I guess you're so much better." 'Way to kill the mood,
Lane.'
"No, I'm not. But that'll come in time. For now...just relax, Jane.
Relax, and let me take you somewhere new..."
Jane nodded very slowly. Almost reluctantly.
Daria's finger pressed deeper into her, encountering her hymen and
pressing slightly more gently against it.
"Do you want to keep this?"
"No," Jane whispered. "I want you to take me."
"That I can do."
For quite some time, however, Daria merely engaged in some of the
most delightful foreplay that Jane could ever claim to have
experienced. And though she had barely experienced any foreplay at
all, she knew enough to know that this was exceptional.
And all the while, Daria was gently stretching and probing her,
preparing her for what would have been, with a male, a painful
experience. With a female, it would be agony-ridden, but it would be
for her and Daria. It would be theirs, and it would be special, and
it would be beautiful, pain or no.
And she would love every minute of it.
After about fifteen minutes, in which Jane had wondered how they
hadn't run out of hot water, Daria pressed her lips to the other
girl's shoulder once again. "Are you ready?"
"As I'm ever going to be," Jane affirmed.
"Okay."
With, by now, three fingers in her lover, Daria pushed forward as
quickly and powerfully as she could.
Jane had to bite back a scream and it still came out in the form of a
somewhat muffled whimper. But fou fought on; secure in the knowledge
that at least it wasn't some creep she didn't really know. It was the
love of her life. And, with that thought filling her mind, she
relaxed her body as much as she could to let Daria work her magic.
And now, with restriction free access to Jane's vagina, Daria
plundered her for all she was worth, drawing ridiculous amounts of
pleasure as her thumb began brushing Jane's clit even as her fingers
spelunked mercilessly. Jane was vaguely aware that she had been
bleeding there for a moment, but only because she happened to look
down and see the red drips on the bathroom tiles. Other than that,
the sensory overload was just too intense to notice anything but her
immediate actions and - more importantly - Daria's.
Jane wasn't quite sure how many times she came in that one session.
It was a ridiculous amount, whatever it was. And though she knew that
if she thought she was sore before it was nothing compared to how she
would be come later this evening, it had all been worth it.
She wasn't quite aware of when they had made their way to the bed
again, but judging by the wet sheets they hadn't bothered to dry off,
and the fact that Daria's hand was still buried within her meant that
she had probably been phased out from pleasure for a matter of merely
moments.
As Daria collapsed against her, Jane flung an exhausted arm around
her love.
"We're not going to be fit for polite society any more, you know?"
Jane raised an eyebrow. "W
"N
"Never going to be able to keep my hands off you again..."
"Don't feel you have to try."
The rest of the weekend went more or less the same.

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