Script: Confessions of a Battle Sister I

Confessions of a Battle Sister
by Smutomancer
(spin the bottle, kissing, f/f, non-hardcore, Warhammer 40,000)
A Sister of Battle recollects the sexual escapades of her youth.

*Background*
As "40k" is a bit of niche interest, I think some explanation is needed for this one. Here's a quick and dirty bit of background on the setting at large: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MeVxKZBOfM
What this video doesn't mention is that the "Emperor" is considered to be God by the humans in the setting. A Schola is an orphanage/military academy run by the church. Sisters of Battle are fanatical space nuns that wear powered battle armor and use miniature rocket launchers to fight in the Emperor's name.
Anyway, that should be all you need to know to understand what this is all about.
Thank you for your time.
*Background*

[If anyone does decide to voice this, feel free to cut any of the introductory content you deem necessary.]

Father-Confessor, I have sinned. I have sinned many times in my life.
Yes, I have atoned for much in my service to the Emperor. I have slain the heretic, burned the witch, destroyed the alien. Time and again I have shown my mettle in blood and fire, but my fervor comes not from faith alone; it comes from fear.
For I have sinned in my time, and His Divine Grace shall find me wanting. This I know.

I was but a child when I lost my innocence.
As with most of my order, I was raised in the Schola; my parents having been martyred during the insurrection at Coronnia when I was an infant. The holy fathers raised me well. They raised us all well. But we were young and we were foolish.
There were four of us that were inseparable. Carline, my dearest friend, and the boys Macharius and Roboute. We were in the same class, arrived at the Schola on the same day. For ten years we shared classes, drilled together, ate together... shared everything. But then we were assigned. I was thirteen, the others around the same age. Macharius, Mak, was to join the Commissariat. Roboute, little Rob, was to be a pilot.
Carline and I were both to be Sisters, to join the Adepta Sororitas. But where I was to be a Battle Sister, my dearest Carline, sweet, brilliant Carline, was to be Dialogous.

That night we met in a little alcove we had found, a place hidden from the proctors' eyes.
We knew we would see each other again, here and there, but we'd never truly be together. The Imperium had need, and we would be trained separately for the needs it had of us.
Carline wept, just a little, while we sat and talked. I hated to see her cry.  Ever since we were little, her tears would hurt me. I lost count of the times she crept into my cot, cooing for her mother and father. I would hold her, try to stem the tide of tears.
This night it was Mak who consoled her.  Commissars are trained to keep up morale, and I must admit he had the knack for it. He decided to distract her, he produced a bottle.

He called it a "kissing game," and showed us how it worked. We sat in a circle and he gave the bottle a twirl. The tip pointed at Carline.
The way she blushed made my heart skip, and I was surprised at the shrill of anger I felt when Rob leaned forward and gave her a peck on the lips.
It was then I first realized... there was something wrong with me.
I was so wrapped up in my realization that I wanted to be the one kissing Carline, that I hardly noticed her take a spin at the bottle.  Her face was flush and she gave me a little gin as she span the glass. I'd never seen her like that before. She was really enjoying it.
The bottle landed on Mak, and this time she was the one to initiate the kiss.
Rob was grinning like a bastard and I was balling my fists so hard I thought my nails would break skin. Just as I was starting to think he had rigged the bottle somehow, when he took his next turn.
It was pointing at Rob.
The two shared this look that, oh I can't even describe it. Carline and I giggled like schoolgirls and told them they had to do it. Or else we'd leave.
After a quick kiss, on the lips no less, they each spat and rubbed at their mouths. Tears were streaming down my face and I tried, and failed, to keep my laughing quiet.
Mak, pouting, spun the bottle as hard as he could. It clacked and clicked as it span, taking a long time to stop.
It was pointing at me.
Rob grinned a wicked grin and leaned over. I hesitated a bit, and he grabbed my head to pull me close. Before I could react his lips were on mine, and I broke away just as his slippery little tongue grazed across mine.
I slapped him, the sound echoing in the tiny room. This time Rob and Carline had the giggles.
I looked at Carline, the flush of her cheeks, the light in her smiling eyes. I must have blushed, because Rob started to laugh, too.

I delicately fingered the bottle and spun it. It was a weak spin, but I had planned it to be. It went around just once, then landed on Carline.
The room went silent and Carline's eyes grew as wide as her face was red.
I was slow to move, hesitant even though my plan had worked. So she came to me.
Easing over, she gentle touched her lips to mine, holding them there for several seconds. I could taste her, we were so close. The warmth of her was such that I could imagine the beating of her heart. Or perhaps it was just mine, pumping in my ears.
She started to pull away and, well, I lost myself. My hand was behind her head and I was pulling her towards me. My tongue slid past her teeth and explored her mouth, slicking against hers.
In the heat of it all I had pushed her down, my leg between hers and pressing against her groin.  As I held her in place, my other hand slid down her back, never stopping for a second.
She struggled, a little, but I was always the stronger and it only took her a moment to give up.
I like to think her tongue started to press back against mine, it was moving enough, but I fear it was simply trying to escape.

When I finally came to my senses and pulled away, a little trail of saliva still connected my lips to hers. I glanced at the boys, who stared at us wide eyed. Below me, Carline was panting with a dazed look in her eye.

I heard a cough and we all looked up.
Abbot Craine, head ecclesiarch at the Schola, was standing behind Rob and Mak. How we missed him, I do not know. But the look on his face told me I was in deep shit.