Revolutionary Girl Utena Anthy/Utena fairytale
In the end there were no princes or princesses at all, but Anthy still counted it as a fairytale.
So when Anthy snuggled next to Utena in their bed, technically they were just two girls. Two not-quite-normal girls who kissed softly and sometimes shyly until they both giggled and whispered, “I love you,” as though someone would hear.
Anthy would wriggle out of her nightgown and smack Utena’s hands away so she could undo the buttons of her lover’s top and slide it off her perfect shoulders.
And Utena would still blush and cover herself, even as Anthy trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone and eventually her hands, which Anthy tickled with her tongue until Utena gave up modesty.
Anthy would swirl her tongue around one nipple and roll the other between her fingers and Utena would bite her lip and try not to moan.
Slowly Utena’s fingers would drift over Anthy’s thigh, downwards and in until curious fingers playfully probed the place between her legs and then it was Anthy’s turn to bite back a moan.
Anthy’s hands would slide down slender arms and across pale hips and soon their motions mirrored Utena’s; sliding in and out of wet heat and smiling at the sounds their movements produced.
And then they would kiss unabashedly, bodies pressed together as fingers moved feverishly until they both cried out.
In the end they got their happily ever after, and that was the important part.