Author's Notes:

Hey everyone!

As you can see, I've written my first sex scene!
You know, Tarantino once said "action scenes are the hardest to shoot". Well, I think both action scenes and sex scenes are the hardest to write. Some will agree, other won't. Oh well.

EDIT: After receiving a few messages and/or comments from both readers and my close freinds, I realize writing a sex scene like this in "Silent Love" might have not been the greatest idea. It appears, and I totally get it, that some people don't enjoy sex scenes, especially not in stories Like "Silent Love". After thiking about it, I understand the issues this can bring to the story.
You have to realize this is also my very first story, and I like trying out new things. This has been a very interseting experience, especially with you guys's reactions.
For those who didn't enjoy reading this chapter as much as the others, don't worry, I haven't planned on writing another scene like this in a looonnnng time! Whereas a short sex scene that doesn't push the plot aside is, for me, beneficial for a romantic fic, I don't think it's necessary to have too much of it (and by 'too much' I mean that this tory is going to continue for a freaking long time, and I haven't planned on using another detailled scene like this yet).
So yes, apologies for those who didn't like it, or thought it was unnecessary. For the others, well I'm glad you enjoyed it! ^^"

I sincerely hope you liked this chapter.
Also, the story is now rated Mature, for obvious reasons.

See you in the next chapter! o/

The pink-and-blue girl stretched her arms and grabbed the warmest coat she had. It was around forty degrees today, and she wasn’t resistant to cold like Vinyl. It was 5pm, and they now had three to four hours to execute tonight’s plan. Yesterday’s conversation with Octavia’s maid had gone more than well, and they could proceed to the next phase.

Gosh, she sounded like a movie supervillain.

And she loved it.

“A party? This is such a good idea!”

“It is, isn’t it? It’s the first time of the year when all students can come together outside of class and have a great time.”

“Oh… I think I may start to see where you’re going…”

“I know. We really want Octavia to come.”

“And I do as well, dear. I too think it’s what’s best for her. But her parents, my employers, require her to stay inside the manor’s perimeter whenever she’s not in school.”

“That’s what she told us, yes. That’s horrible! How can she ever live like this?!”

“That is not mine to say, young girl. Octavia is… in a lot of pain sometimes, and I’m glad she found people to talk to about this.”

“That’s my point: don’t you think we could do more?”

“...More?”

“You see, this party for exemple… What if she still came with us?”

“What?”

“What if we find a way to make her come with us tomorrow night?”

“Well, I don’t really think that’s possible. She’s not going to disobey Madam and Sir like this.”

“Yes, we’ve tried… But we thought about something else. Wat if… she snuck out of the manor?”

“What?! You can’t possibly be serious?”

“I am, actually.”

The old woman stayed silent on the other side of the line. She surely wasn’t expecting this. How could have she been?

“She could just come with us! We’d be waiting with a car at eight, and bring her back at any time she wants!”

“What?...”

“We can keep her safe! She’d be so happy!”

“That sounds preposterous, young girl. I hope you realize that.”

“Maybe, but we know it’s the only way to make her discover what a normal life looks like. And I think you know it too.”

“Don’t put words into my mouth, that’s not polite!”

“Sorry…”

“...”

“...”

“But you may be right. At least partly.”

“So you agree? You will help us?”

“Calm down, young girl. What you are planning to do is strictly illegal. You’re taking her from under her parent’s authority, and breaking in a private property.”

“Well, not exactly… First, she wants to come with us and-”

“It is not as simple as that.”

“...And then, we would not break into anything, that’s why we’re asking for your help.”

“Are you asking me to sneak Octavia out of her home?”

“Well, when you put it like that, it sure sounds bad…”

“That’s because it is ba-”

She stopped mid-sentence, as she realized the young girl’s determination. Octavia’s three new friends had probably been planning that for days now. They didn’t want Octavia to come for their own interest, they wanted her to come so that she could be with other people, have fun, for a night. She sighed deeply, and put her mouth back against the phone:

“If I help you or not… Either way you three are going to try your little plan; aren’t you?”

“Most likely.”

“Are you really that desperate?”

“I think Octavia is that desperate.”

Lyra had now been rolling over her friend’s new bed for ten entire minutes. It looked like she was trying to iron the sheets. Vinyl, shoes off and wearing only her jeans and bras, was sitting legs crossed on her chair, a Redbulk in one hand, and her phone in the other.

“Holy shit dude, your bed is soooo fucking soft! Do you have two mattresses on top of each others? And these pillows, god! It makes me want to move in with you!”

Vinyl, without turning her head away from her phone, put her drink on her desk, and made her friend understand that fuck no, no way, never, two days with her would already be a bloody desert experience.

“Calm down, jeez dude. I know, I know, you like your privacy. Also I’d probably die from internal bleeding after your music destroys my eardrums. Nice setup, by the way. Feels weird to see it here and not in Manehattan anymore.”

Vinyl smiled. Bon-Bon had just sent her a text. She was about to leave her house. Her roommate, Trixie Lulamoon, had filled the living room with props and magic accessories that she was planning on using at the party; and the DJ had invited her friend to take refuge at her own place.

“Ok, holy shit, tonight is the big night. We’re breaking Octavia out of her own house, and driving her to this party. Totally fine. No pressure at all.”

“Hey dude, you’re okay?”

She looked up to face Lyra, now sitting on the bed, with a slightly more serious expression.

“You look worried. It’s about tonight? Don’t worry, we’ve seen worse.”

This time, Vinyl didn’t let go of her energy drink. She used her right hand to type the answer on her screen, sending it promptly to Lyra, who grabbed the phone she had left on the floor, next to her bag.

I’m fine. Just a bit stressed I guess. I mean, we don’t know what Tavi’s reaction is gonna be.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine. Don’t think about this too much. We’ll see once we’re there.”

“God, that was so Lyra. Living in the moment, not giving a damn about what happened or was going to happen.”

“Hey, come here!” The lyrist invited, reaching Vinyl’s arm with her hand. You need some attention, I think.”

Vinyl smiled, shook her head, and joined Lyra on the bed. Volume Bass had left this morning, and she could finally enjoy her own queen size. Holy shit, it was soft!

“I think you need something to take your mind off these boring thoughts…” Lyra said, before kissing her lips quietly, without any warning. Vinyl felt the warm contact her friend’s hands on her bare shoulders, enjoying every second of this kiss.

They both laid down on the bed, and kept on exchanging kisses on each other’s lips, necks, and shoulders. Suddenly their tongues met, in a delicate yet intense french kiss, that lasted for a few minutes, before breaking contact. Lyra’s hands had lowered on Vinyl’s body, reaching her hips, and encouraging physical contact between their bodies. Vinyl was still holding the back of her friend’s head, her fingers passing through the short mint hairs, as she was panting from the kisses the girl was dropping on her upper body. She then felt on of Lyra’s hands passing under her jeans to reach her panties, and massage her butt from between the two pieces of clothing.

Vinyl stopped to slightly push back her friend, keeping a hand on her neck and using the other one to communicate, her phone having been left on the desk.

“Nah, she just left her place!” Lyra responded “She won’t be here in like, twenty minutes!”

As she finished these words, she grabbed the bottom of her blue shirt, and took it off in a single movement.

“That leaves us plenty of time…”

“Hell, Lyra really is horny. But gotta say, this view doesn’t leave me indifferent either…”

Unlike Bon-Bon, and especially Octavia, Lyra had pretty small breasts. Not as small as Vinyls, that was for sure, but still. In spite of that, the DJ had always found them extremely sexy. It accorded perfectly with Lyra’s tomboyish style and personality. In a swift and precise move, Vinyl unhooked her own bras, and watched as Lyra tried to do the same.

“God dammit! These things are impossible to take off!”

Vinyl gave the most cocky smile she could, and passed her hands behind Lyra’s back to unhook the white piece of lingerie.

Lyra responded with an embarrassed smile, followed by a small scream of surprise when Vinyl grabbed her by the hips and kissed her, her tongues coming directly into contact, and their bodies rubbing against each others, the sensation of their nipples caressing enough to turn them on even further. They stayed in this position, holding tight to each other, before Vinyl felt the sudden urge to please her partner in another way. She let her hand slide down Lyra’s naked back, passed over her hip and arrived in front of her belt buckle. Without breaking the kiss or opening the eyes, she undid the belt, unzipped the jeans, and left her hand to wander under her friend’s panties.

As soon as Lyra felt the contact between the DJ’s hand and her shaved pubis, she bit her own lips in anticipation, staring deep into Vinyl’s eyes. She placed her hands on both sides of her friend’s face, as it was descending to reach her chest. Vinyls tongue started making circular movements around Lyra’s dark green nipples. The blue-haired girl started to rub her partner’s clitoris as well, making the girl moan multiple times, which was always music to Vinyl’s ears.

After five minutes of teasing, Vinyl’s hand was already dripping from Lyra’s excitation, and she decided to take things to the next level. She put her lips around one of Lyra’s nipples, playing with the tip using her tongue, and occasionally nibbling on it. It was one of Lyra’s favorite things, and she hadn’t forgotten it. At the same time, she slowly penetrated her friend’s tightness with her index and middle finger, making her heavily moan in surprise and pleasure. She felt Lyra’s entire body shiver, as well as her lower parts tightening around her fingers, which started performing back-and-forth movements, each one of them emitting a sound of wetness that aroused the DJ so much, her own pants started to drip with humidity.

“Aren’t you annoyed by these?” Lyra asked, smiling and breathing heavily. “Here, lemme help you get rid of ‘em.”

She raised on her arms, grabbed Vinyl’s unbuckled jeans by both sides, and proceeded to pull it all the way down, caressing her friend’s pure white legs in the process.
Once the pants were out of the way, Lyra admired the electric blue hotpants facing her. The piece of cloth was decorated with thin black lightning bolts on the side, which Lyra would almost find cute, if she wasn’t incredibly turned on at the moment: cute or not, it was blocking her way. She dragged the underwear halfway down the thin legs, and contemplated the sight of Vinyl’s intimacy: a soft, immaculate skin, ornate by blue trimmed hair, wetted with pleasure and anticipation. Lyra stared deep into the magenta eyes looking at her, smiled naughtily, and placed her head right in between the girl’s legs.

“Oh shit! I forgot how good this feels!...”

A spectacular explosion of feelings occurred throughout the DJ’s body, as her friend’s tongue entered inside of her, searching for every spot that could bring pleasure. Lyra had always been good at this, but every time it was like rediscovering the incredible sensations of having Lyra exploring her.

Suddenly, her entire body tensed up, hands holding the blanket tight and legs shaking, as the foreign tongue started to please her most sensual spot. As Lyra was gently nibbling on her clitoris, she couldn’t help but let go a loud moan of pleasure. She could feel her friend’s lips caressing her flesh, and the tip of the tongue poking her harder and harder, each time giving her more satisfaction.

“Oooohhh Lyra… I’m gonna fucking…”

At that very moment, as Vinyl was about to reach the pinnacle of pleasure, the screeching sound of the doorbell made the two girls jump in surprise.

“Annnnnd Bon-Bon’s here.” Lyra said, disappointed, before burying her head in shame between Vinyl’s pillows.

“Fuck everything.”

“Jeez Bon-Bon, what’s all that?”

“What? This? Oh, just a few things we’re probably going to need…”

“Okay… Let’s see: a flashlight… understandable, candies, water bottles, three different phone chargers, talkie-walkies… and climbing rope?”

“Yes, you know… in case we need some material.”

“We, uh… The… Nevermind. When are we leaving, Vinyl?”

The DJ wasn’t listening. She was busy packing her stuff for tonight’s party. It was going to be her first chance at showing the school what she could do, and she wasn’t planning on missing this opportunity. She was choosing carefully every cable, every adapter, every drive. When she was a party’s DJ, she was a party’s DJ.

“Yo Vinyl!”

The blue-haired girl turned her head, bumping into one of the enormous speakers. Not being able to swear, she punched the ground to show her hate against everything breathing on this Earth, much to the amusement of her two friends.

“When are we leaving, girl?”

She rose her head, holding her ring finger with her thumb.

“Seven? Okay, good for me! So what are we gonna do to spend this hour we have left?”

“I brought my music!” Bon-Bon replied. “And my little speaker!”

The two other girls looked at her in perplexity, then looked at the two meter-tall black speakers.

“Oh.”