Kill Bill Vol. 3
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G through L › Kill Bill (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,875
Reviews:
0
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Kill Bill movies or the quotes from it, nor do I have any affiliation with Quiton Taratino. I don't make any sort of profit from this story.
Family Resemblence
"You sure you want to do this?" Nikita could only see her father's eyes in the rear view mirror, his eye brows lifted above the mirror's range in concern.
"Yeah, dad," she was actually rather annoyed. She was already nervous enough and while he wasn't outright stating her own fears, she was still reminded.
Dr. Lawrence Bell could tell his daughter was peturbed, but he only smiled (luckily for him she couldn't see). He was used to her no-nonsense, almost authoritarian personality. He was used to it before she was born, Vernita Green, or Jeanne Bell as the rest of the world knew her, had been the same way. Part of the reason she loved him was because he didn't cower under it. Harsh words bounced right off him and he always did what he wanted. Oddly, now that she was dead, Vernita had more control over him than she ever did. He hadn't dated and had no urge to, he treasured all she left behind and spoiled Nikita, he-
"Dad, you missed the driveway." Unlike Beatrix, Lawrence took a noticeable amount of time to reminisce.
"Damn it," he laughed and simply looped around the cul-de-sac before sliding into the driveway.
"There's no car here," Dr. Bell's brow furrowed.
"Bye, dad!" Nikita was already halfway across the lawn.
B.B. answered the door, almost as nervous as Nikita herself was.
"Hey Kiddo," Nikita smirked.
"Get in here," B.B. pulled her friend in with a laugh, and she was gone from her father's sight.
***
"Nice place," despite the odd choice of decor, Nikita wasn't being sarcastic. The array of weapons on the living room walls impressed her.
"Oh," B.B. blushed a bit, never having figured out how she'd explain them, "they're my mom's..."
"Huh." Nikita said, an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. Still, she went over and plucked one of the knives from it's little rack.
"Be careful..." the taller girl reminded her friend.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Nikita grinned, she had never actually held a knife like this before but it felt natural to her. She walked over to B.B. and looked up into the slender girl's blue eyes for a moment. B.B. looked a bit confused but didn't move away. She was usually confident and charismatic but she always had a hard time meeting her best friend's gaze, especially right now when something seemed to be coming over her.
"Do you trust me?" The dark-haired girl whispered, breaking the silence.
B.B. nodded.
Nikita stepped closer to her friend. At 5'7", she wasn't very short, but she was only a little above eye-level to the 5'11" blonde girl, and she barely had to lean over to kiss her neck softly.
B.B. was stunned, but she didn't protest. Not even when Nikita slid the knife over the skin she'd just kiss, "Ow."
Nikita hadn't realized how sharp the blade was, but she didn't mind the tiny beads of blood rising from the scratch. She kissed there again. She knew B.B. was clean. She's been to all those parties and outings with her, and she'd never seen her so much as kiss a boy. Nikita herself wasn't so puritanical or whatever it was, but she was already enjoying this far more than any of the boys she'd been with.
Before other of them knew it, they were on the couch; and Nikita was learning a lot of new things about B.B.. She learned B.B. was a great kisser despite her inexperience, passionate but still gentle. She learned B.B. had smaller breasts than herself (alright, she knew that already) but they were exquisitely shaped and seemed even more sensitive than her own. She learned pushing her friend down and intertwining their legs and grinding against her roughly brought her to orgasm faster than any guy had (granted, that was something about herself she learned, too).
"Nikita!" B.B. was overwhelmed, she was tense and clawing the back of her best friend's shirt. Were they still best friends now? Were they more? She gasped and cried out and God knows what else, "Nikki..."
Nikita froze.
Nikki?
When was the last time someone called her that?
She looked down at the slender, blonde girl. The girl who was so much like her mother's old 'friend'.
Nikita Green's vision went red, and her hands moved on their own.
"Yeah, dad," she was actually rather annoyed. She was already nervous enough and while he wasn't outright stating her own fears, she was still reminded.
Dr. Lawrence Bell could tell his daughter was peturbed, but he only smiled (luckily for him she couldn't see). He was used to her no-nonsense, almost authoritarian personality. He was used to it before she was born, Vernita Green, or Jeanne Bell as the rest of the world knew her, had been the same way. Part of the reason she loved him was because he didn't cower under it. Harsh words bounced right off him and he always did what he wanted. Oddly, now that she was dead, Vernita had more control over him than she ever did. He hadn't dated and had no urge to, he treasured all she left behind and spoiled Nikita, he-
"Dad, you missed the driveway." Unlike Beatrix, Lawrence took a noticeable amount of time to reminisce.
"Damn it," he laughed and simply looped around the cul-de-sac before sliding into the driveway.
"There's no car here," Dr. Bell's brow furrowed.
"Bye, dad!" Nikita was already halfway across the lawn.
B.B. answered the door, almost as nervous as Nikita herself was.
"Hey Kiddo," Nikita smirked.
"Get in here," B.B. pulled her friend in with a laugh, and she was gone from her father's sight.
***
"Nice place," despite the odd choice of decor, Nikita wasn't being sarcastic. The array of weapons on the living room walls impressed her.
"Oh," B.B. blushed a bit, never having figured out how she'd explain them, "they're my mom's..."
"Huh." Nikita said, an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. Still, she went over and plucked one of the knives from it's little rack.
"Be careful..." the taller girl reminded her friend.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Nikita grinned, she had never actually held a knife like this before but it felt natural to her. She walked over to B.B. and looked up into the slender girl's blue eyes for a moment. B.B. looked a bit confused but didn't move away. She was usually confident and charismatic but she always had a hard time meeting her best friend's gaze, especially right now when something seemed to be coming over her.
"Do you trust me?" The dark-haired girl whispered, breaking the silence.
B.B. nodded.
Nikita stepped closer to her friend. At 5'7", she wasn't very short, but she was only a little above eye-level to the 5'11" blonde girl, and she barely had to lean over to kiss her neck softly.
B.B. was stunned, but she didn't protest. Not even when Nikita slid the knife over the skin she'd just kiss, "Ow."
Nikita hadn't realized how sharp the blade was, but she didn't mind the tiny beads of blood rising from the scratch. She kissed there again. She knew B.B. was clean. She's been to all those parties and outings with her, and she'd never seen her so much as kiss a boy. Nikita herself wasn't so puritanical or whatever it was, but she was already enjoying this far more than any of the boys she'd been with.
Before other of them knew it, they were on the couch; and Nikita was learning a lot of new things about B.B.. She learned B.B. was a great kisser despite her inexperience, passionate but still gentle. She learned B.B. had smaller breasts than herself (alright, she knew that already) but they were exquisitely shaped and seemed even more sensitive than her own. She learned pushing her friend down and intertwining their legs and grinding against her roughly brought her to orgasm faster than any guy had (granted, that was something about herself she learned, too).
"Nikita!" B.B. was overwhelmed, she was tense and clawing the back of her best friend's shirt. Were they still best friends now? Were they more? She gasped and cried out and God knows what else, "Nikki..."
Nikita froze.
Nikki?
When was the last time someone called her that?
She looked down at the slender, blonde girl. The girl who was so much like her mother's old 'friend'.
Nikita Green's vision went red, and her hands moved on their own.