Reaching Out

TITLE: Reaching Out
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, I'm not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Flora/Mirta
NOTE: Winx Club is one of those shows I really shouldn't like. In my opinion, the writing tends to the horrible, every single teenage girl has a body that you can only get through a terminal case of anorexia and the various romances feel uninspired. Nevertheless, I do have an inexplicable soft spot for the show and for Mirta in particular. So here's my tribute to the red-headed witch and the only believable romance of the first season, even though it probably wasn't intended.


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Mirta glared angrily at the paper in front of her with its multitude of crossed out sentences. She'd never much enjoyed making homework, but this was getting really frustrating. She flung her pen onto the paper. It rolled off the paper, over the remaining wood and fell onto the ground.

Mirta closed her eyes and sighed.

"Having a bad day?"

Mirta turned around and felt some of her anger and frustration draining away at the sight of Flora standing in the door opening. "Kind of. I've been struggling with my homework. Again."

Flora gave a half smile, pulled up a chair and sat down next to Mirta. "Is it that bad?"

"I'm a witch, trying to learn fairy magic," Mirta said. "It's a whole different system."

Flora took her hand. "I believe you can do it."

Mirta smiled. "Yeah," she said. "I know."

"But you don't think you can?"

Mirta sighed. "I don't know. I really don't. Witch magic comes from a really dark place, which is probably why I was never all that good at it. And I can... I can kind of sense where your magic comes from, but I don't really know how to tap into it."

"You'll figure it out," said Flora.

"I hope so," said Mirta. "I can't stand the thought of having to go back to Cloud Tower." She suddenly smiled. "Anyway, enough rambling. What can I do for you?"

Flora shrugged. "I just... felt like being with you for a while. I kind of miss you."

"Yeah, me too," Mirta said softly.

"I probably shouldn't be saying this, but I really liked having you in my room all the time. You being there was... kind of comforting."

"The only drawback, of course, was me being a pumpkin the whole time," said Mirta, smiling as she did so.

Flora looked away, blushing a little. "Still..."

"I know what you mean," said Mirta. "Life was certainly a lot easier for me when I was a pumpkin. All I needed to do was sit there and have you pamper me."

Flora chuckled. "I was happy to do it."

"Then again..."

Mirta lifted Flora's hand and kissed it. Flora turned, looked at her and smiled. Mirta smiled back and, with her free hand, moved an errant strand of hair out of Flora's face.

"There is... something we couldn't do when I was a pumpkin."

"Mirta..."

Even if there was something else Flora wanted to say, it was cut off by Mirta pressing her lips against her. The fingers of her hand entwining with Mirta's, Flora relaxed and could feel the tension flowing away from Mirta's body as well.

When the girls' lips parted, Flora laughed.

"What?"

"I was just thinking how your turning into a pumpkin might have been the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Mirta tilted her head and smiled. "Really? And why's that?"

"Well, it gave me the time to get to know you for one thing," said Flora. "And when I managed to change you back into a human it was only because..."

"We'd grown close?"

"That's one way of putting it," said Flora, giving Mirta a quick kiss.

Flora turned around in her chair and gestured at the door, which shut itself and turned the key in its lock. Wordlessly, she stood up. Mirta rose as well and not just because Flora was still holding her hand.

The girls sat down on the bed together. They kissed again, a bit more seriously this time, Mirta's tongue entering Flora's mouth. Flora moaned softly and let go of Mirta's hand so that she could use both arms to embrace the girl and pull her close. Her eyes closed, Flora enjoyed the warmth of Mirta's body almost as much as the feeling of Mirta's tongue playing with her own. After a while, Mirta pulled back, but couldn't resist quickly kissing Flora on the lips a few more times.

When they opened their eyes again, the girls burst into a fit of nervous giggles.

"Are we... really going to do this?" said Flora.

"Do you want to back out?" Mirta asked.

Flora looked into Mirta's eyes and gave the only answer she could. "No," she said. "But I am a bit scared."

"I'm not," said Mirta. "I always feel safe when I'm with you."

Flora blinked and a small, completely ignored, part of her wondered where the tears had come from. Mirta leaned forward, carefully pushing Flora onto the bed. When she was completely lying down, Mirta straddled her waist and then froze.

"Did anyone ever tell you just how beautiful you are?" she whispered.

Flora reached up and stroked Mirta's arm. "You just did."

Mirta smiled, bent down and kissed Flora again. She got off Flora and lay down next to her, one arm embracing her, the other making its way towards Flora's top. Flora moaned into Mirta's mouth when she felt the girl's cold hand touching her breast. The warmth of Flora's body quickly warmed her hand, though, and Mirta started playing with Flora's breasts. It was obvious that the girl didn't really know what she was doing, but her gentle caressing aroused Flora all the same. She could feel her nipples growing harder and the heat between her legs becoming wet. Even though she was enjoying what Mirta was doing (or was trying to do) with her breasts, Flora took the girl's wrist and guided her hand down into her skirt.

Still a bit uncertain, Mirta moved her hand over Flora's slit. Flora closed her eyes, groaned and pulled Mirta tighter against her. Every little movement of Mirta's hand left a trail of flame that burned wonderfully through Flora's body. And then, quite by accident, Mirta's blindly searching fingers found Flora's clit.

Flora yelped loudly enough to make Mirta jump.

"Did I... did that hurt?" Mirta asked, her voice worried.

Flora opened her eyes. "No."

The lust filling Flora's voice made Mirta shiver in a very, very good way.

"So that was a good yelp," said Mirta.

"Hmm."

Mirta started guiding her fingers with a bit more purpose now. "And it was right around... here."

Flora groaned, her back arching. Mirta grinned and let her fingers playfully explore Flora. Her eyes again closed, Flora responded instinctively to Mirta, moving her hips, her whole body, to the movements of Mirta's hand. She was moaning, sweating, panting, losing coherent speech and coherent thought as the world was smashed away and only the pleasure Mirta gave her remained.

Mirta watched the writhing girl with rapt attention. She would never have guessed that the things she quite liked doing to herself could evoke such a response in Flora. A part of her was even a bit surprised that seeing Flora so lost in bliss felt so much better than anything she had ever done on her own.

Flora froze for all of a second and then screamed when more joy and pleasure than she could possibly comprehend experiencing crashed into her and flowed through her. She could only vaguely sense that Mirta was doing her very best to draw out her orgasm for as long as she could.

But, eventually, the world reassembled itself.

Panting, Flora opened her eyes again and saw Mirta looking at her, her eyes shining with love.

"That was..." she began, but was cut off when Mirta put a finger on her lips.

"I don't want to hear it," she said. "I think, what I saw said more than words could."

"I see," said Flora. With one quick movement, she was suddenly lying more or less on top of Mirta. "In that case, allow me to show you."

And with that, she leaned forward and kissed her.