IDK if this is anything like what you wanted...but here you go :) True Love - Karen/Holly - The Unpure
Since that day in the kitchen, when her tear stained lips touched the small chapped girl lips of her paramour, it was like everything else around the girl was a blur, and for Holly, there then existed only her.
Her eyes dragged themselves to Karen by their own accord. Her fingers ached to reach for her. She wanted to stand up and shout at the formless figures that hemmed Karen in, away from her, trapping her in their writhing adolescent masses.
She bit her lip, and didn’t smile at her, or cry at her, at least not at school. On occasion she would allow her self the smallest mercy’s - a glance in the corridor, a subtle compliment and even once, when they were lucky, she was able to take hold of her hand in one of the inevitable crushing crowds that accompanied a hundred plus teens trying to get to the same place.
Because of course they could not be open or free as they wished for those torturous six hours of the school day. After an intimate night with her immaculate secret, Holly would arrive at the school and see her lover become as she was in the light, a child of sixteen who seemed to know as much and as little of the world as she did.
It was then she remembered she was supposed to prepare her for the world. Instead what the hell was she doing? Forcing her into it head first? It was like instead of throwing the girl a lifeline, she was telling her to wade into the waves of the sea they so often stared at together. It was wrong of her, she was her teacher, and she was putting Karen and herself into indescribable danger.
She was her teacher, but Karen held sway over her, and she was inescapable and forbidden. She hated the fact that she loved her, that the unassuming crystal eyed Karen could destroy her life with a touch at the wrong time. A touch any time, and yet that was all Holly wanted.
To be able to touch another person without persecution, what an adventure that would be! First a married man and now a school girl. Holly was a sinner, had she corrupted the others? The thoughts inside her she spread to other people, perhaps to Karen, and caught them in her lusty gaze.
But she couldn’t stop any of it. The need or the guilt. She couldn’t confess either side of her feelings. Instead she poured over Karen’s work, her words, hoping some were meant for her, hoping the tiny figures Karen painted were them, in the distance, away from this school, away from those that would damn them, away from a burning feeling of wrongness and resentment. Away from a world with rules that they should have followed devoutly, but broke in earnest night after night in Holly’s bed.
Neither of them turned out to be very devout, after all. They confessed themselves to each other in the dark. They needed no preacher on those nights, Karen was Holly’s biblical remedy, a constant presence, she had a holy kind of purity that faded and cracked as they descended together.
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True Love - Karen/Holly - The Unpure
Since that day in the kitchen, when her tear stained lips touched the small chapped girl lips of her paramour, it was like everything else around the girl was a blur, and for Holly, there then existed only her.
Her eyes dragged themselves to Karen by their own accord. Her fingers ached to reach for her. She wanted to stand up and shout at the formless figures that hemmed Karen in, away from her, trapping her in their writhing adolescent masses.
She bit her lip, and didn’t smile at her, or cry at her, at least not at school. On occasion she would allow her self the smallest mercy’s - a glance in the corridor, a subtle compliment and even once, when they were lucky, she was able to take hold of her hand in one of the inevitable crushing crowds that accompanied a hundred plus teens trying to get to the same place.
Because of course they could not be open or free as they wished for those torturous six hours of the school day. After an intimate night with her immaculate secret, Holly would arrive at the school and see her lover become as she was in the light, a child of sixteen who seemed to know as much and as little of the world as she did.
It was then she remembered she was supposed to prepare her for the world. Instead what the hell was she doing? Forcing her into it head first? It was like instead of throwing the girl a lifeline, she was telling her to wade into the waves of the sea they so often stared at together. It was wrong of her, she was her teacher, and she was putting Karen and herself into indescribable danger.
She was her teacher, but Karen held sway over her, and she was inescapable and forbidden. She hated the fact that she loved her, that the unassuming crystal eyed Karen could destroy her life with a touch at the wrong time. A touch any time, and yet that was all Holly wanted.
To be able to touch another person without persecution, what an adventure that would be! First a married man and now a school girl. Holly was a sinner, had she corrupted the others? The thoughts inside her she spread to other people, perhaps to Karen, and caught them in her lusty gaze.
But she couldn’t stop any of it. The need or the guilt. She couldn’t confess either side of her feelings. Instead she poured over Karen’s work, her words, hoping some were meant for her, hoping the tiny figures Karen painted were them, in the distance, away from this school, away from those that would damn them, away from a burning feeling of wrongness and resentment. Away from a world with rules that they should have followed devoutly, but broke in earnest night after night in Holly’s bed.
Neither of them turned out to be very devout, after all. They confessed themselves to each other in the dark. They needed no preacher on those nights, Karen was Holly’s biblical remedy, a constant presence, she had a holy kind of purity that faded and cracked as they descended together.