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First Girlfriend	By : jen0va99 Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 3117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-First Girlfriend
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NOTES: Written for the PW Kink Meme. My first full-out girl/girl fic, including smut and more-than-implied lesbianism in general. Just sayin�.

PAIRING: Lana Skye/Angel Starr

PROMPT: In the name of moar femslash: TRIBBING. TRIBADISM. PUSSY-FIGHTING.

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU CALL IT, BUT I WANT SOME AND I WANT IT NOW ;_;
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It was hard to believe she, Angel Starr, Cough-Up Queen, had been reduced to� this. A mere lunch lady. Footwork all day, selling neatly bundled box lunches imported from the Far East.
Not that Lunchland wasn�t doing fairly well�she�d been enough places and knew enough people to sell to to make ends meet. But the job� she hated it. She hated it merely for the fact that it wasn�t her passion, that she had been so unfairly given the boot after the Joe Darke case.
The whole case was fishier than her Salmon Surprise Lunch. Drastic changes were made to those involved in SL-9, demotions, promotions�in her case, the loss of her job. Naturally she was bitter. She was a fantastic detective and they let her go without warning.
But she�d find out, one day, the truth behind the case. She had boyfriends in relatively useful places�like the Prosecutors� Office, for example, where Lana Skye now was, reigning as Chief Prosecutor.
Fishy indeed.
Angel kissed her boyfriend goodbye after delivering his lunch and, naturally, digging for details. From the corner of her eye she caught sight of Lana in the parking lot.
�Dirk, honey,� Angel said sweetly, �would you mind allowing me clearance into the Employee Lot? I�d like to say a quick hello to Chief Prosecutor Skye��
Her boyfriend shrugged and handed her a keycard. �Sure, just bring that back when yer done.�
Angel took the card and waved. Once out of the office, she skittered her way to the lot, hoping that she hadn�t missed the chance to confront Lana. It had been months since she actually saw the younger woman; Lana was never in sight no matter when Angel delivered her lunches.
After swiping the card through the reader, Angel popped through the door. Lucky for her, Lana was still there. She called out her name.
Lana turned abruptly, looking startled. Her face gave way to a coldness Angel hadn�t remembered her having before. It was like Lana was made of stone. �Hello, Detective Starr.�
Angel crossed her arms. �Just Ms. Starr. Or Angel, seeing as I�ve had a change in careers��
�That�s right.� Lana showed little emotion as she spoke. It was unsettling, in a way. �How have you been?�
�Getting by.� Angel pulled a random lunchbox from her basket and offered it to the other woman. �Care for lunch?�
�I was just stepping out,� Lana said curtly. As if remembering the manners of her past, she added, �You�re welcome to join me.�
Angel smiled. A beguiling smile; she would use the time with Lana to see if she would spill any details on SL-9, on her promotion, on the Chief of Police. Any and all information was valuable.
�I�ll drive,� Angel said before leading the way to her van.
To Angel�s frustration, lunch with Lana was sadly uninformative. The brunette was a tough nut to crack. When Angel tried steering the conversation over to work related matters, Lana kept the details superficial. Angel was shy to bring up Joe Darke and SL-9; only a fool would pull out that card so soon after reuniting with one of the people involved in the case. Besides, it wasn�t a proper topic for discussion over a light lunch.
Even after a glass of wine or two Lana wouldn�t loosen up any. Even the topic of Lana�s sister was rebounded. Angel was unable to coax anything useful from the woman, as if Lana had put up a wall defending her from Angel�s usual tactics.
When that happened, Angel would typically turn on the charm. Although she wasn�t sure it would work on another woman, it was always worth a shot. Relationships�or Angel�s God-given assets�were a useful thing, when it came to getting people to cough up information.
To her surprise� it worked. Angel touched Lana�s hands over the table, played coy, talked more about herself instead of forcing Lana to spill. Flirted shamelessly.
�Maybe we ought to take this elsewhere?� Angel suggested, giving Lana her most seductive smile.
Lana finished her glass of wine and pulled her cell phone from her purse. �I shouldn�t be doing this,� she admitted as she dialed her secretary, �but I�m not used to wine with lunch. I can�t go back like this. Not yet.�
Angel smiled to herself when Lana informed her secretary she�d be coming back in another hour; this round was hers.
�Would you like to come to my apartment?� Lana asked. She was still reticent and stony, but there was a gleam in her eye that Angel would have to be blind not to see.
They split the bill for lunch and left for Lana�s apartment. From the corner of her eye Angel noticed Lana looking at her, watching her, taking her in. Angel felt superior at that moment.
Lana showed her where to park and led her up to the apartment she shared with her young sister, whom, she informed Angel, was still in school.
As soon as they were in the door, Lana dropped her purse to the floor and pushed Angel against the door, seeking out her lips. She caught Angel by surprise with her fervor, tongue delving into Angel�s mouth, a knee tucking itself between Angel�s legs. Lana pulled open the fabric of Angel�s dress, exposing her breasts to the warm air, nipples hardening in excitement.
Lana�s hands were on Angel�s heavy breasts, squeezing them, feeling them. Angel nearly purred as she kissed the other woman, lips soft and full, tongue hungry but savoring at the same time; kissing Lana was so much different than kissing a man.
�Follow me.�
The room Angel was led to was rather drab; it bore an air of stark professionalism despite being a bedroom. The bed was undisturbed, sheets tucked in as if they were maintained by a housekeeper. The door to the closet was closed tight. The walls were bare save for two pictures�one of Lana and a woman with rather large endowments, both of them smiling, and one of Lana�s little sister, if memory served Angel right (which it usually did).
Angel turned, finished exploring the room, to find Lana undressing methodically from top to bottom. She was in no rush, it seemed. Angel shrugged to herself and followed suit.
She felt oddly out of place, more naked than she had when she dressed that morning. Lana wore layers, a shirt beneath her jacket, slip beneath her skirt, a scarf, undergarments. All Angel wore was her coat, dress, hat and shoes.
Still, she undressed and climbed onto the bed, waiting, a hand between her legs. �You�re my first woman, you know,� Angel said, taking in Lana�s body. Trim waist, firm, full breasts, curves that became her, but didn�t overcome her.
�I figured as much,� Lana replied, �I was surprised when you accepted my invitation.�
�I was surprised you invited me. I thought you and Police Chief Gant were an item.�
Lana paused, lips pursed. Curtly she said, �I don�t want to talk about my relationship with that man.�
�Fair enough.�
Angel figured as much�there was something between the two, but to get Lana to cough it up now would ruin what would soon surely be a rather pleasant experience.
Lana joined Angel on the bed finally. Angel ran her hand through Lana�s long hair, the silken brown strands slipping through her fingers like water.
Lana kissed Angel again, needy as she found Angel�s hand between her own legs. Angel obliged her and opened her legs wide, biting her lip as Lana�s fingers slid along the wet slit, dipped into her. Lana thumbed Angel�s clitoris.
�Lay back.�
Angel shivered as Lana�s tongue circled her clit. She reached down and held the pink folds of her vagina apart; Lana slid Angel�s clit between two of her fingers, tugging and rubbing as she flicked it with the tip of her tongue.
�Yes, Lana,� Angel moaned, rolling her hips against Lana�s hand as the fingers slid down and into her again.
Lana fingered herself as she sucked Angel�s clitoris, two fingers inside Angel twisting and turning. The brunette sighed; Angel was so wet and hot as she clench her fingers that Lana found herself almost jealous of the men Angel had been with.
�Angel, I�m sorry, but�� Lana crawled between Angel�s legs, �I have to get back to work. I can�t wait much longer.�
Angel smiled devilishly. �So don�t.�
Lana entwined their legs, twisting her body so her left under Angel�s right, her right over Angel�s left. �Push against me,� Lana murmured�ordered, in that voice of hers.
Angel obeyed.
Finding purchase in the sheets, Lana ground against Angel, rolling her hips. She heard Angel gasp as their clits slid together. �Like that� do that again, Angel��
Angel did. Her body felt hot all over, pussy wet and tingling as she eagerly rubbed against Lana�s. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, moans and cries filling the room. She arched her back as Lana rocked her hips, sliding down Angel�s wet folds. Angel picked up the cue, moving herself the opposite way. It felt incredible.
Suddenly Lana disentangled herself. Angel had no time to voice her frustration; Lana had pushed her legs up high, spreading them. Angel�s knees were nearly up to her shoulders. She gripped the sheets when Lana straddled her, again pressing their clits together, and ground hard into Angel.
�Angel�� Lana rolled her hips against her, completely in charge. The position left Angel unable to move the way she wanted to.
Instead Angel moaned, watching Lana�s breasts jolt with every thrust of her hips, watching the look of broken concentration on Lana�s face. It was all so arousing; but Angel couldn�t keep her head up, the feeling of Lana�s pussy against her own overwhelming; it was bliss every time Lana pushed against her, rocking her into the bed.
�I�m coming,� Lana said, grinding, �Angel, I�m coming��
All Angel could do was moan and shudder as she came herself, jerking against Lana as the brunette also cried out, climaxing at nearly the same time. So wet now, the two absently rubbed together, little jolts of pleasure shooting through their bodies. Finally Lana released Angel�s legs. She let them fall open around Lana�s calves.
�Wow,� Angel managed. She reached between them and slipped a finger into Lana, so wet from their combined orgasm. Lana leaned forward and kneaded Angel�s breasts, sucking at a nipple and watching as Angel brought her finger to her lips. Angel licked it clean.
�Miss Skye,� Angel said with a smile, �I believe from here on out, you�ll have a place as my first girlfriend.�
Lana shook her head, easily composing herself. �Only or none, Ms. Starr. I�m not so inclined to sharing as you are.�
Angel smirked. She�d have to think on that one. Striking up a relationship with the woman was a ticket into finding out Lana�s deepest secrets, after all�
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