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A good thing that Lisa had always been grateful for, were the windows in the library.
Which, at first, may seem like a very strange thing to be grateful for...if it wasn’t for the fact that a couple of those windows provided a very nice view of the training grounds where the knights of Favonius trained their combat.
Which, again, might seem like a strange thing to be grateful for...except for the fact that those same windows allowed for Lisa to discreetly watch Jean train, from the comfort of her work space.
Lisa didn’t even remember the first time she had noticed it, or when she had started watching Jean, because she had been doing it for so long. And hey, it wasn’t something exactly bad or anything; Lisa just happened to have access to it from the library since, after all, anyone in Mondstat could walk up to the courtyard and watch the knights practise.
In fact, a lot of people did it.
Some came to watch the knights simply because they were interested in becoming a knight themselves, others because some of the knights were their family members and they were curious to see their routine. Even children showed up on occasion, to watch the legendary strongest knights fight each other as they played with wooden swords and mimicked them.
But Lisa didn’t watch Jean for any of those reasons.
In fact, her reason probably aligned more with the women who gathered to watch their crushes train and battle.
Well...yes, Lisa’s reason was just that, actually.
Jean was her friend. Her co-worker of sorts. Her boss to an extent.
But Jean was also Lisa’s little dirty secret.
The reason as to why Lisa, of all people, didn’t really have a partner despite having so many people interested in her who would do anything to have a single date with her.
Jean was the woman that made Lisa’s heart skip a beat on occasion.
The woman who made Lisa’s knees grow weak on so many occasions.
The woman who made Lisa hide her true feelings whenever she was around her, and the woman who gave Lisa a reason to hide her true desires and fantasies.
Purely because Lisa wanted her, in ways that a lover wants their partner...but she was well aware that Lisa simply saw her as a great friend, and a valuable member of their team.
She couldn’t bear the thought of losing Jean, as pathetic as it was to have such fears at her age.
Sure, they were both mature adults.
Sure, Jean was more than capable of understanding the situation without ever blaming Lisa for her feelings.
But what if Jean rejected her?
What if Jean became disgusted by her?
What if Jean wasn’t even into other women, or had someone else?
Lisa could never bear it.
So, as wrong and strange as it may be, she considered the windows to be a sort of...blessing.
She would often sit near one, at times where the library was rather empty, and glance outside.
Lucky for her, the library would often be emptier when the knights were training, precisely because the knights were some of the people who frequented it the most.
And she’d just watch her friend during those times, watching her gracefully pick up a sword and swing at her sparring partners with ease.
It was...a beautiful sight.
Jean was so powerful, and yet so graceful.
She always dominated the mock battle, always one step ahead of her enemies.
Her muscles were a sight to behold, especially during the summer when she’d fight in a sleeveless top and tight pants.
Seeing her so strong, dominant and handsome…
It made Lisa feel things.
She never dared to do anything as she watched, as she always saved the ‘fun’ for when she got home and safely locked herself up in her bedroom.
A part of her felt bad about it, of course...but fantasies were just fantasies, right?
Jean was so irresistible that Lisa couldn’t help the thoughts in her head, or her wet dreams…
And oh, what pleasant dreams they were.
She often dreamt about sparring with Jean, all alone with her in that cursed training ground. In her dreams, they’d train for a bit, but Jean would eventually win.
Jean would pin her down to the ground, just to overpower Lisa and restrain her magic.
And Lisa, of course, would accidentally moan in pleasure, with her face flushed and her breath ragged.
But in her fantasies, Jean was never disgusted or mad at her.
In her fantasies, Jean would be surprised, but pleased.
In her fantasies, Jean would lean down to whisper sweet nothings in Lisa’s ear, calling her beautiful before her hands slipped under Lisa’s dress.
Lisa had actually touched Jean’s hands before, for real, of course.
Those situations mostly happened when Jean got hurt, and came to the mage for help healing her wounds.
Her hands were...rough. Hardened from combat. Scarred.
Jean had a huge scar on her left hand, one made by the touch of a silver sword that she tried to shield her face from.
Lisa had helped her heal it then, but the marks never disappeared.
Lisa had always wanted to kiss it, but she never could.
So in her fantasies, she kissed Jean’s hand.
Sometimes with a gentle kiss, taking her rough hands in her soft ones before taking her hand to her mouth. Like a prince, kissing the hand of a maiden as the fairy tales told.
Some other times in her fantasies, however, Jean’s hand would find its way to cover Lisa’s mouth, muffling her moans as Jean’s right hand fingered Lisa’s wet entrance.
The fantasies about the training grounds would normally fall into that last scene, of being utterly debauched by one of Jean’s hands while the other shushed her.
Lisa was so ashamed of her fantasies, especially the rough ones, and yet...she wanted them.
She wanted them so bad.
She wanted that strong woman she loved so much to dominate her, to use her for sexual pleasure...to fuck her, until she was tired and satisfied enough to stop.
There was just something so attractive about making the calm and proper Captain lose her composure, and seduce her to the point where Jean would want to fuck her mate like an animal during heat.
And...maybe that was why Lisa loved to watch her train so much.
Why watching Jean show her abnormal and furious strength aroused Lisa so much.
Why with each enemy Jean easily defeated and tossed aside, Lisa grew wetter and more desperate for the younger woman’s attention.
Yet still...Lisa never dared to do anything at the library.
She’d just discreetly watch the ‘show’, and save those images in her head until she got home to take care of herself.
Or, rather...Lisa had never done anything at the library...until today.
Because firstly, they had a bit of a problem recently, regarding repairs in the library. Because of that, the library had to close to the public. But since it held so many valuable books and manuscripts, it continued to function with Lisa as its only librarian and guard, as well as its only occupant as well.
And secondly, as it was Lisa’s first day locked up all alone inside the library, with little to no work to take care of and distract herself as she guarded it, it was also a hot summer day when Jean had decided to train all by herself in the courtyard, in full view from the library’s windows.
It almost felt too good to be true, but alas, it was true.
So Lisa sat down in one of the chairs near the window, and quietly watched the woman she desired.
Jean was already outside, practising her swings with her sword.
She had set up some wooden targets, and was now easily destroying them with her blade.
The way her body moved drove Lisa insane. A fact that was only worsened by the summer outfit that Jean was wearing: tight pants, and that sleeveless top that Lisa loved so much.
When Jean stopped, and took a break to get some water, Lisa’s heart started to beat faster.
Jean was sweating so much that she actually removed her top in plain sight, exposing her well defined muscles and her abs. If it wasn’t for a skimpy undergarment that covered her chest, Lisa would’ve probably fainted at the sight.
And the way Jean drank water...didn’t help Lisa. At all.
The Grand Master took a bottle, and after quenching her thirst, she poured the rest all over herself to cool off.
She was probably just more comfortable since there were no people around, but Lisa could’ve sworn that it was almost as if she was showing off...or maybe that’s what her heart wanted to think, as her pussy started to get wet.
Lisa quickly turned away from the window, with her face burning bright red.
But the thought in her head lingered, and knowing that she was locked up inside the library all alone gave her ideas-
No.
She couldn’t do it.
...could she?
As she pondered on it, feeling a pleasant tingling sensation inside her, she looked out the window again.
Jean was training again, doing some workout that allowed Lisa to check her out.
Strong, and flexible...she could probably even carry Lisa around like a bride...and she could certainly drop her in her bed and-
Lisa glanced around the empty library, with her heart beating so fast that she could even hear her own pulse pounding in her head.
She was going to do this.
She was really, really going to do this.
“Screw it.” Lisa simply muttered to herself, as she lifted up her dress and pulled down her underwear.
She was so wet that her fingers could easily slide inside her.
Her heart beat fast as she glanced back to Jean, who was still working out, blissfully unaware. Part of Lisa felt bad about this, but her body simply could not resist.
It ached for Jean’s touch, and every fiber of her being wanted Jean to hold her, to kiss her, to touch her in ways ever so intimate...
Lisa’s fingers played around with her lower lips, teasing her clit and massaging her labia.
Gentle, at first.
Imagining the romantic side of Jean. The side that is good, and caring. The side that is a chivalric knight who knows how to make her princess feel loved and special. The side who would kiss every inch of her body, focusing all of the pleasure on Lisa before allowing pleasure for herself.
It was a good fantasy...but Lisa wanted the wilder side as well.
She wanted to see her Jean feral.
She wanted to see her in all of her vitality, strong and dominant.
She wanted this woman to do so many things to her, and her fingers slipping inside and out of her pussy with more speed reflected that.
Her hand got more rough, shoving her fingers deep inside herself before taking them out, over and over. Pumping. Fucking.
“Jean-” Lisa quietly moaned, knowing that she couldn’t be too loud, but unable to stay silent as she pleased herself.
Her mind made up all sort of scenarios in her head.
Of Jean’s fingers working inside her while Jean pressed her down on the bed.
Of Jean eating her out in that very same chair in the library.
Of Jean fucking her right in the middle of the courtyard, using the hilt of her sword as dildo as she shamed her for her desires...for all of Mondstat to see her moan and cry out Jean’s name, to see her how she belonged to Jean and Jean alone, to see how much she wanted to give herself to Jean-
That last fantasy that seemed to pop up in her head so suddenly was by far the strangest, but it was also the one that made Lisa the most aroused.
There was just something that awakened in her, knowing that she’d submit so easily and give herself completely to the younger woman. Her friend. Her best friend. Her love.
The feelings and the fantasies were enough to drive Lisa over the edge, making her come all over her hand. She threw her head back as she felt her orgasm wash all over her, allowing her body to go limp on the chair as she recovered.
Once she calmed down and opened her eyes, Lisa brought her hand close to her face...and the amount of wetness that covered it made her embarrassed.
‘I had never gotten this wet before, ever…’ she thought to herself, as the shame started to settle in.
In one final act before getting up and cleaning herself up, she looked out the window again.
To her surprise (and embarrassment), she saw Jean sitting on a bench, taking a rest and looking directly back at her. Even with the distance between them, she could see Jean smile softly at her, as Jean waved at her.
Lisa felt her face become so hot that she was sure she looked as red as a tomato, quickly closing the curtains to avoid more embarrassment.
~.~.~.~
As Jean looked up, she was surprised to see Lisa close the curtains on her.
A part of her felt sad, and another part of her just felt confused.
But she was sure that Lisa had her reasons...and, after all, she’d just have to move to the library and ask her if everything was alright.
So she got up, ready to leave her training behind and go see Lisa.
She was utterly disappointed, of course. Her plan to try to show off didn’t really work out as she had intended. And she was so close, too! As she was sure that she had caught Lisa staring more than once.
Well...too bad.
She’d just have to try to get the other woman’s attention some other time.