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During Alice and Nicole’s vacation stay in Mondstadt, Nicole was crashing at Alice and Kleiner’s cozy home the one shared with their energetic daughter Klee, the ever-calm Albedo, and Durin, who is usually napping in a pile of cushions like an oversized cat. The house was warm, cluttered with half-finished explosive sketches, alchemy notes, and the faint smell of gunpowder and cecilias.
Earlier that evening Klee had finally gotten to talk to her dad over the modified Dodocommunication device (to enable Nicole to "talk"). She’d been bouncing with excitement the whole day, counting down the minutes until the call. Kleiner’s voice had come through crackly but full of love, he apologized again that work would keep him away for at least another couple of months, maybe longer. It had been weeks since they last spoke properly, and Klee had chattered nonstop about her latest bombs and days with Albedo and Durin. Until she finally yawned herself out. Now the little bombardier was fast asleep in her room, dreaming of fireworks.
Later, when the house had gone quiet, Alice, Nicole, and the glowing dodocommunicator settled in the master bedroom. The device sat on the nightstand like a tiny lantern, its soft orange light pulsing faintly. Kleiner’s voice filled the dim space low, warm, and unmistakably fond.
Nicole was wearing one of Alice’s old, oversized gray t-shirts soft and faded, still carrying the faint scent of lavender and gunpowder and a pair of borrowed pajama shorts in soft cotton that hung a little loose on her hips, slipping slightly whenever she moved. Alice wore a modest red satin camisole, the thin straps delicate against her shoulders, the fabric gliding smoothly over her skin and ending mid-thigh.
Alice was perched on the edge of her own bed, legs crossed. Her golden hair spilled loose over her shoulders. She glanced at the floating device where the call was still live and smirked listening Kleiner’s voice.
"Alice… love, are you okay? Your breathing sounds a little heavy tonight. I miss you so much every single day."
Alice smiled softly, resting her head on Nicole’s shoulder. "I’m okay. Just… missing you. A lot."
"I know." He sighed slowly, the sound full of quiet ache. "And I hate leaving you like this. I know you try to handle it on your own, but… it’s not the same. Nicole… are you still there?"
Nicole’s thoughts came through the device in her gentle, slightly nervous voice telepathic, spoken words.
Yes, I’m here. Hi, Kleiner.
“Hi, Nicole.” His tone softened for her. "I… need to ask you something important. For me. For her."
Kleiner continued, voice sincere and careful. "I can’t be there to take care of her the way I want to. And I know she’s been needing… more touch. More closeness. She never complains, but I know my wife. She gets tense, tries to hide it, but I can hear it in her voice. I miss knowing she’s relaxed, that she’s truly feeling good. Nicole… would you help? Stay with her tonight, take care of her the way she needs?"
Nicole’s telepathic voice hesitated, confused.
Of course… like talking to her? Making tea? Sleeping next to her so she doesn’t feel alone?
A brief pause. Then Kleiner spoke even more gently.
"More than that. I know she needs touch. Someone to make her feel wanted, cared for… completely. I trust you, Nicole. I know how much you care about her. Would you do this for her? Let her feel loved tonight, fully?"
Nicole froze. Heat rushed to her face. Her thoughts came out shaky.
Wait… you’re asking me to…?
Alice turned to her, eyes soft and open. "He’s asking you to touch me. To make me come. The way he would if he were here."
Nicole’s telepathic voice cracked with embarrassment.
But… you’re married. I don’t want to come between you two...
Kleiner answered quickly, voice firm yet tender.
"I love Alice more than anything. And loving her means wanting her to feel pleasure even when I can’t give it. I’m happy knowing she’s being taken care of. I trust you to be gentle, to do it with care. Please… help her. I just need to know she’s relaxed, that she’s happy tonight."
Nicole looked at Alice again saw the way she bit her lower lip, the flush creeping up her neck, the quiet, hopeful vulnerability in her eyes. Something inside Nicole melted: nerves, affection, and a hidden spark of want she hadn’t named yet.
Her thoughts came softer now.
I… I want to make her happy. Really. Just… teach me how? I don’t want to do it wrong.
Kleiner let out a long, relieved breath. "Thank you, Nicole. From the bottom of my heart. I can’t see you two, but I’ll know how she’s feeling from the little sounds she makes. Keep everything quiet, okay? Just soft sighs no waking the kids. And Alice… what color panties are you wearing tonight, my love?"
She had on red lace panties thin, barely-there, the kind Kleiner always said made her look dangerously irresistible.
Alice flushed deeper, whispering, "Red. The thin lace one you like."
Kleiner inhaled slowly. "The red one… perfect. Nicole, slide the sheet up slowly. Take her panties off carefully—let the lace drag along her thighs, let her feel the cool air before you touch."
Nicole’s fingers trembled slightly as she eased the red lace down Alice’s legs. The fabric was warm and slightly damp in the center; that makes Nicole’s pulse race, a warm flutter blooming low in her belly, the borrowed pajama shorts suddenly feeling too tight against her own growing heat.
Kleiner continued gently. "Start by kissing her inner thighs. Slow, light kisses. Feel how soft her skin is, how it prickles under your lips. Work your way up, but don’t touch her center yet. Let her feel cared for first."
Nicole leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the warm, silky skin of Alice’s inner thighs. Each kiss sent tiny shivers through Alice; she let out a small, trembling sigh, her hand instinctively covering her mouth. Nicole felt the heat of Alice’s body, the subtle way her muscles tensed and relaxed, and it made her own skin tingle her nipples hardening against the soft cotton of the borrowed t-shirt, a quiet ache building between her legs.
"That’s it," Kleiner murmured, relieved. "I can hear her relaxing. Now… spread her gently. Feel how warm and wet she already is for you."
Nicole used her thumbs to part Alice carefully. She was flushed pink, glistening, swollen with need. The sight and the rush of intimate heat made Nicole’s breath catch; her own clit throbbed in response, the fabric of the shorts rubbing against her with every small shift.
"Now lick slowly," he said. "Flat tongue, one long, gentle stroke from bottom to top. Taste her. Feel how she trembles."
Nicole obeyed.
The first slow lick was warm, sweet-salty; Alice’s thighs quivered around her head, a muffled whimper escaping against her palm. Nicole felt Alice’s hips lift instinctively, seeking more, and the sensation sent a wave of dizzying heat through her own core her breathing grew shallow, the borrowed clothes suddenly too much and not enough.Kleiner breathed deeply.
"That sound… she needs this so much. Now circle her clit lightly with the tip of your tongue. No rush just tease. Let it build slowly."
Nicole’s tongue traced soft, deliberate circles. Alice’s breathing hitched faster; her fingers gripped the sheets, knuckles white. Nicole felt every tiny twitch, every pulse against her tongue, and it made her own body ache with unspent desire the satin camisole brushing Alice’s skin, the red lace discarded on the bed, everything felt unbearably intimate.
"Slide one finger in now," he instructed. "Slowly. Curl upward—find that spot that makes her whole body jump. Go gentle. I want her to feel every bit of it."
Nicole eased a finger inside. Alice was hot, slick, tight; when she curled, Alice’s back arched silently, a long, shaky sigh slipping out. Nicole felt the flutter of inner walls around her finger, and it sent sparks up her own spine—her free hand unconsciously pressing against her thigh for relief.
"You Found it," Kleiner said, voice thick with relief. "Add another. Move slow and deep, keep curling. Mouth back on her clit—suck gently at first, then firmer. Match the rhythm of your fingers."
Nicole sealed her lips around the swollen bud, sucking with care while her fingers pumped in a steady, loving rhythm.
Alice’s thighs trembled around her ears; she pressed her hand harder over her mouth, but tiny, desperate whimpers still leaked out. Nicole tasted her growing wetness, felt the heat and pulse, and her own body responded fiercely her clit throbbing painfully, wetness soaking into the borrowed shorts.
"She’s close," he whispered, voice full of emotion. "I can hear her sighs getting faster. Don’t stop. Press your tongue flat and firm—let her grind if she needs to. Fingers a little quicker now. Make her come slow... Let me hear she’s okay."
Alice tensed all over, then unraveled silent but powerful, hips lifting in gentle waves as she clenched rhythmically around Nicole’s fingers.
A tiny, choked whimper escaped; her body shuddered through long, rolling aftershocks, inner walls pulsing hot and wet.
Nicole felt a rush of warmth and quiet pride and an aching, unsatisfied need that left her trembling.
Kleiner exhaled long and shaky. "Thank you, Nicole… truly. Thank you for taking care of her."
Alice slowly lowered her hand, still breathless, and pulled Nicole close for a slow, grateful kiss tasting herself on Nicole’s lips.
Kleiner spoke softly. "Sleep well, girls. I love you Alice. Again Thank you Nicole."
Nicole buried her flushed face in Alice’s neck, smiling shyly, body still buzzing.
Alice whispered toward the device, "I love you. Come home soon as you can."
"I will," he promised. "I love you more."