My name…
Drowned…
On her tongue…
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a u t h o r u n k n o w n
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“Mouth: Omega – viii.”
Her legs near buckled from the sprinting she had done from the cab to this park – it was far more fever pitched than on the playing field. This time it was for a cause. Her cause. But damned the rehearsals for getting in her way, they ran for far longer than she had counted on. Thankfully, Zoicite agreed to play the part of the needed smokescreen for her. Otherwise, Terry’s vise-like grip on her life would have ruined this moment… Minako spared a glance to the timepiece loosely hugging at her wrist. It was jostled about violently, but she still managed to make out the time.
Shit!
There was no denying it now. Minako. Was. Late. Two and a half hours late. The afternoon crowd had somewhat thinned as she drew herself to where the meeting point was to be. Dark haired women were a dime a dozen in her native country. Yet none of them…were her. Even behind her rose tinted glasses, Minako could tell her apart from any other. As she scanned the area flashes of her stance, her laugh, her smile and the way those once cherubic cheeks grew rosy with embarrassment or anger, frolicked with abandon in her mind.
When did she begin seeing Rei as more that just a friend? Minako couldn’t answer her own question.
Deep heaving breaths did very little to control the pulsing pain in her temples. There was no plausible way that Minako SHOULD have been standing upright. The flurry of colors and incessant cries of children in the park distracted her from her quest. Left and right did her eyes roam. Nothing. Absently, she hadn’t realized that her left hand began clutching at her chest. Panic set in. But Rei wasn’t the type to balk on a promise. Minako had hoped that that part of the miko was still tried and true.
So with a few shaky steps, the Star sallied forth – Sure enough though, a few people garnered double takes on her. People would begin to recognize the Singer. But with practiced precision, Minako averted their curious glances, tucked into her windbreaker and briskly walked away. No one would get in her way, not today. As her eyes continued to sweep before her, Minako all but paused in her trek.
There she was. Not even a few paces from her.
Rei was crouched awkwardly before a little girl, who had bawled herself into a fit of hiccoughs. Her sprained leg was semi outstretched and bound in a bulky contraption, but it hadn’t taken away from Rei’s allure. Her love of children had always been a predominant personality trait for the one-time priestess. Minako unwittingly edged herself behind a massive trunk of the nearest tree to her; there…she watched her friend tenderly coddle the seemingly lost child.
As the little girl wiped her eyes, the miko began to lift herself, she afforded a gentle pat on the young one’s head before taking the little girl’s hand in her own. Rei didn’t have to hobble for very long as the child’s parents quickly gravitated towards them. A fitful flurry of thank yous and relieved prose came to an end as the raven-haired senshi waved the hiccoughing youth off. At least it took her mind off her current situation. Being uncomfy that it would be only she and the Star. If, that is, the woman had decency enough to show. Rubbing her arms through her loose sweater top in vain, Rei glanced at herself again. Form fitting jeans didn’t go well when one side had been cut short to accommodate the leg brace she now wore, she was a walking fashion faux pax. She shouldn’t have cared, but she did.
“It’s ONLY Minako” Minako who’s a global Icon, whined her mind, even as her mouth muttered aloud, “…Minako who’s also…” a pause was given to check the time, “Not here…and why I am, is beyond me.” With a grunt, the woman readied to leave the park – She wasn’t about to play the part of a hopeless woebegone, being stood up for. Nor being the laughingstock to Terry Lapps’ jibes. Rei could hear the gruff accented brogue mocking her in her thoughts.
“Puh-lease…y’think Minako woulda been there? Woman’s busy, like she’d have time for a person that never made time for her?”
Her fists clenched in utter frustration. She’d have to give Usagi a call at her ‘working place’ to garner a ride. But even before she took a step, Rei was draped within an encompassing warmth. She knew this radiating warmth as she knew her own heartbeat. If it was possible…Rei felt her even before she knew she was being watched.
“Don’t leave.”
Rei’s body became uncooperative. She swallowed nervously to wet her suddenly dry throat. She impressed herself though, as she thought she delivered a snide remark, “Two hours…I could have been watching water boil in a pot, Minako.”
It wasn’t a laugh, nor was it a scoff, but a breath escaped from the Singer’s lips. A soft plea that was soon followed with her dulcet voice.
“Rei.”, she paused savoring that name for just a moment.
Minako’s mind ran amok searching for words that wouldn’t frighten the miko off soon after. “I’m asking you to stay…” She couldn’t stop them from rolling from her tongue. Minako didn’t want to. She was heated, flushed with a shy rapture uttering such simple words. She quickly added on, “…We’re supposed to be having fun today, ne? Ease up some…it’s only me.”
Concern trickled into Minako’s being. Rei wasn’t moving. Which only meant Rei regretted coming here. You’re not running from me again, Hino...With a quick jaunt, overriding her frayed nerves, the Singer took hold of the situation. She slipped her hand about Rei’s own and tugged her forth.
She snapped to at realizing that the warmth of the Singer’s flesh made contact with her own. Rei had no choice. Minako uncovered those long hidden buttons and knew how to push them to get to her. She found herself toddling off with the slightly excitable cocoa eyed Songstress…and much to her surprise, hadn’t minded as much as she thought she would have. Absently, her fingers interlaced with Minako’s before tugging her hand in return. The Singer glanced back, pausing in her stead. Rei noted the soft blushed hue covering the woman’s cheeks. But dismissed it as the cold weather having affected the now Californian.
“If you pull me any harder and I fall…I’m suing you.”
Minako’s index finger slid the length of Rei’s own – a caressing reaction that only came naturally for the Singer. She met Rei’s soulful gaze and replied with a murmur,
“If I hurt you…I would never forgive myself.” Minako then flashed a smile announcing more prominently, “Did the doctors clear you to get wet?”
“Minako.”, warned Rei.
“Mm, right, it’s Winter – We’ll do the roller coaster instead.”
“You know…Forget suing, I’ll be dead by the end of the day.”
The Singer let a soft laugh peel from her rose colored lips; life was suddenly breathed into the woman and she welcomed it with a gentle reassuring squeeze of her hand, and eased their way into the park.
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“What is this…The fourth one??”
“You wanted to follow.”
“So did you.”
“Only to keep you out of trouble!”
“Mako-chan, I never get into trouble. It just…happens to find me.”
Makoto deadpanned at the grinning woman beside her. The brunette drew her gaze towards the couple that was boarding yet another park ride. They had been tailing Minako and Rei all afternoon long and it seemed that their energy was limitless. It amazed Makoto at how different the two women were from the previous outings. No tension existed between the polar opposites. They shared laughs and seemed ultimately, at ease with one another.
“Isn’t it great?” questioned Usagi out of nowhere.
“What? Having your lower extremities fall asleep on you?”
“Mako-chan…”
“As if I’m supposed to be trained in reading your mind, Usagi.”
“How long have we been friends? You should be able to…”, Usagi chuckled before continuing with her initial train of thought, “The way that they’re acting. Like nothing else matters…”
“Mm,” Makoto smiled, “Except…they aren’t acting, are they?”
With nary a response from Usagi, Makoto felt a slap to her arm. The double bunned woman motioned with a jut of her chin. Hazel eyes swept the area pinioning on Minako and Rei as they exited the massive Ferris Wheel. Rei was animated apparently explaining something with much jocularity. Minako covered her mouth in a fit of laughter, before demurely, flirtatiously…resting a hand on Rei’s arm. Makoto and Usagi rolled their eyes at that
“Minako needs a few new moves…” remarked Usagi as Makoto snorted.
“You think you can teach the Senshi of Love a few moves?”
“Better than you could,” winked the Odango tressed woman, “Shh! They’re coming.”
Behind a mesh of neatly cropped bushes that could pass off for livestock, the two bickering souls were crouched…Thankfully they were close enough to pick up bits of the conversation…The tall brunette had to give it to her shorter accomplice. Usagi knew how to pick the hiding spots.
In no time, the crisp sound of Minako’s voice was heard. She was very dressed down, almost looking unrecognizable. But… on the same token, looked almost too American where she would stand out.
“Hungry?” It was Minako who had chirruped out the question.
Bringing her hobbling to a slow, Rei rubbed the nape of her neck and gave a lazy nod, “More thirsty than anything.”
The Singer acknowledged with a singular bob to her head. She motioned towards a vendor that was a bit a ways from the main thoroughfare of the amusement park, “Quieter…They serve hot chocolate.”
The miko eased herself forth, nursing her braced leg all the while. Minako couldn’t help but laugh. Rei’s eyes flicked towards the Singer, her full lips thinning. In an instant, the infamous fire was stoked. The other woman was laughing at a very un-laughable situation, at least, in her eyes.
“…yeah, well, would you like to see how funny it is?” threatened the miko.
“Will you calm down?”, cajoled Minako, bringing her laughter to a simmering chuckle.
“I find it very hilarious that I’m being laughed at by my best friend…I hate being like this, I’m not an inval--”
“…Am I really?”, interjected Minako, truncating the raven headed woman’s explanation.
The miko’s eyes met Minako’s. The Singer’s countenance was angelic, even behind those ridiculous rose tinted shades. There was naught but sincerity within those eyes.
“It’s hard to believe…you think of me as that,” intimated Minako, before drawing herself ramrod stiff at the counter of the Vendor once they had arrived. In rapid succession, the Star ordered for the both of them. Rei watched the incognito woman quietly – no one had recognized Minako, the Star. It was just she…and her friend, who she…truthfully barely knew. There was no need to put on airs.
“I’ve always…thought about you, in that way,” she confessed softly after some time, hinting. Her fingers nervously worked the canvass of her sweater. Of which she thought, looked dreadful on her.
“You have a funny way of showing it, Hino.” Minako eased herself along side Rei, with nary a sound to her footfall.
Everything the Singer did screamed polished sophistication, even the way that statement was delivered had the right chemistry. The delivery and the way those words rolled from Minako’s tongue...The miko felt a boil form in the pit of her stomach. Rei was nowhere in the same league as Aino Minako. Time did its duty – and the only constant thing was change. The singular thread of commonality that remained the same was their names. Rei found that this aggravated her more than she let on. She became frustrated and slowly began to lose her control…
“Look,” she found herself sniping out, “I was irritated, just got off the plane, meeting your oh-so-wonderful boyfriend and at the same time seeing how everyone went on with their lives while I…I was…left behi..”
“I’m sorry…I don’t know how many ways to show you, tell you how sorry I am…” interrupted Minako with desperation. Rei was upset. The day was perfect, too perfect – they shared jokes, but it felt…too…nice. As if they didn’t know how to act around the other. She had hoped that with the pair of them left alone, Minako could capture that long ago time with the one person that meant…more to her than the air she currently breathed in.
“Why are you sorry, you didn’t do anything…”
“Because…”, Minako shook her head absently while her body deflated; her hand clopped listlessly against her thigh, “Because of that, of everything…I’m… I’m just sorry we’re not…we’re not the same anymore.”
Minako had noticed, then thought Rei.
Rei’s lips curled into a half-smirk. Without knowing, Minako eased the miko’s state of duress with just her mere stuttering reaction. Aino Minako was the most…endearing, wonderful woman alive. If before she were attracted to the obstinate strength that Minako showed as leader of the senshi, this version of the Singer, now captured Rei’s heart.
“I’m not hurt, am I?”
“Well…your leg…”
“Nevermind the leg. Emotionally.”
“Then…No.”
“You didn’t plan on this, did you?”
“…no.”
“Then quit being silly over something you couldn’t control. Things…happened. We can either roll with it…or…hold on to what was.”
Rei dusted her left hand over jeans covered pant-leg then extended it towards the Singer. Minako’s brow knit in confusion. The raven-haired woman laughed, before clearing her throat, “Hino. Hino Rei. I travel the world on behalf of a joint outreach program for Japan and the United States,” she then rolled her shoulders in a genial shrug, “I hear you’re some kind of Star? Unfortunately, I don’t listen to much music…”
Hesitantly, Minako looked at Rei and decided the miko’s brain must have been scrambled during one of the rides. But with more consideration, the Singer nodded, understanding – Rei and she would have another chance. She slipped her hand into Rei’s own, and in that instant a rush of warmth spread within their bodies. She knew Rei felt it too; especially with the sudden intake of air. Their eyes never left one another. And for the first time since her return, Minako felt as if she were truly home.
“Well…you’re not as barbarian as I’ve been told.”
Rei narrowed her eyes, but chuckled.
“Aino Minako, I’m just a woman who loves to sing. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
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The leaves about them tumbled at the mercy of Father Winter and his breath. But they weren’t the only things troubled in his grasp. Usagi gave an inward shudder as she polished off her drink. It was even barely a minute that had past when she felt that stinging pressure applied to her bladder. She had to go. And she had to go NOW. But…she hated going alone.
“Ne, Mako-chan.”
Makoto’s ear was prominently directed towards the quibbling of Minako and Rei. A smile had been plastered over her lips as she eavesdropped. The former senshi of thunder was tickled at how well those two truly got along. She decided it was better than her favorite soap opera. An incessant tug on her jacket sleeve though, drew her from her duty. Her eyes met Usagi’s.
“What?”
“I need to go use the restroom, come with?”
“Use a cup!” insisted Makoto.
She was only met with a blank stare of disbelief. Makoto rubbed the bridge of her nose in agitation.
“What about them…?”
Usagi cast her hooded glance towards the not to far off pair. “They’re just talking, nothing exciting, we’ll be back in no time. C’mon…there’s a restroom just around the corner.”
With that, the odango headed woman slowly began to back from their bush covered hiding place.
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Their food had been done minutes ago. So they decided to nestle on to one of the emptied picnic like tables, all set up before the stationed vendor. Here…memories were bridged with reality.
Surprisingly, they talked on end about their lives and what’s been happening to them. The more they spoke, the more Minako felt enthralled by Rei. They had grown and found their niches in two entirely different worlds. The miko told of her adventures in places she could hardly pronounce and wove her tales of her life abroad. Rei had always been the strongest willed of the group and in a way…Minako envied her. Rei flew higher than most dared to dream. While she, was in the proverbial Bird Cage. Still waiting to be loosed.
Quiet had settled between the pair once more, and the Singer’s mind couldn’t help but venture to that place she didn’t want to face. Not this day, it was supposed to be she and Rei, alone...Minako finished a morsel of her foodstuff – not daring to meet the other woman’s gaze, breaking the sudden shroud of tension, she murmured, “How does she take it? To see you leave to for these places…never having to see you for weeks on end… ”
Rei glanced towards Minako, her eyes must have danced with confusion. Because the Star laughed uneasily, “Oh God…tell me you forget her name in the throes of passion too, Hino…That’s a crime of passion.” Minako paused plucking a few prunes from her steaming bread delight, her jaw tensed but none the less she hoped she disguised the seething jealousy in enunciating, “Is-A-Belle.”
The miko blushed with furious abandon then began to cough in the midst of chewing on melon bread. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the Styrofoam cup that was precariously nestled in Rei’s grip, toppled. Some of its contents slopped over her sweater. The raven haired woman winced as the cocoa managed to seep through her outer wear and insulation. Minako dropped her own food, wasting no time in taking Rei by the arm leading her towards the nearest lavatory.
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Her eyes skimmed the interior of the restroom. As with all Japanese public realms, this was extremely well kept. Wide-eyed characters were drawn on the walls, probably added there to keep children entertained. A pleasant chime sounded within the area from the nearest clock hugging the tiled walls. Makoto glanced up and noted that it had been a few minutes since Usagi was in there.
“Are you done?”
No response…at least, nothing intelligible.
If she weren’t scuffing her feet, Usagi’s personal ambient sounds would have rung about the echoing room, grating on her nerves. Makoto needed to drown out the sounds somehow. Her over energized friend had grown a nasty tendency to grunt her frustrations almost too loudly in public restrooms. With another cringe, the tall brunette clenched her teeth and hissed out,
“You shouldn’t have drunk so much lemonade, Usagi…”
“I didn’t think…ugh…it was going to have THIS sort of an effect!”, protested the woman. “Just one ….There! Done!”
The young mother had finally finished. She flushed the commode before ushering out a nameless tune, something that she was always prone to do after such…arduous trials. She hummed to her heart’s content all before the sound of, who she assumed, Makoto’s feet thunderously colliding on to the floors, came careening into the inner sanctum of the restroom. By the way it was squeaking on the surface, Usagi could tell it was frantic - urgent. Curious, Usagi peeled the door open to her stall. As she slowly poked her head out…she meekly said,
“Ne?…Mak---!!”
Her words were immediately silenced as a massive, yet demure hand covered the majority of her face, shoving her backward into the tiny stall. Were she not quick in her reaction, Usagi would have suffered from a displaced backbone what with the force exerted. But as it stood, the young mother whirled about, planting her hands before her to brace herself against the marble walls of the stall. The only hurt she suffered was a bruised ego and kneecaps. The latter of which collided with the rim of the porcelain throne that now shared their space. Whipping her head about, she sent her two tendrils smack into her companion’s face, after Makoto had secured the stall door shut.
Even before Usagi managed to eek anything out, even a grunt, Makoto’s hand slapped unto the woman’s lips yet again, clamping the shorter woman’s mouth shut. The stinging sent Usagi’s foot stomping onto Makoto’s own. The tall brunette grimaced but didn’t relieve the pressure of her hand. For the first time, in a long while felt the surge of adrenaline throbbing in her veins. Makoto burrowed her hazel eyes on Usagi, urging her to be quiet.
Satisfied, the one time manipulator of thunder and readily more physical woman, turned her gaze towards one of the gaping cracks of the stall, beckoning her friend to do the same. Shadows of two women danced into the room, followed by their all too familiar voices – Usagi finally came to stark realization. Quietly…Makoto and Usagi pushed themselves flushed as they could to the rear of the stall, cramping themselves onto the commode.
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It was disgusting at how Zoicite’s eyes transfixed over his body – Terry had always thought Minako’s friend was eerie. Platinum hair that was loosely pony-tailed, moon-pale skin and eyes that could make anyone feel like divulging everything about themselves to this…this…homo freak.
“Will you quit fuckin’ lookin’ at me like that,” Terry spat out angrily. He paced before the pianist, whom hadn’t relented with his gaze.
“Give me something more interesting to gawk at, then I will,” replied Zoicite, mirth dancing on his every word. He loved goading the American. Zoicite loved the black male’s fire. It was a turn on…tingling him in all the necessary places. The pianist had always told Minako how he envied her. She would just roll her eyes. Women, hetero women, he reasoned will never understand a gay male’s needs…
Terry raised his arms in exasperation before storming up to Zoicite and uttering, rather heatedly, “Listen, Trixie – I just wanna know where m’girl’s at.”
Serenely Zoicite smiled, inching closely and murmuring, “At a…meeting, quite important from the sound of it. She just said for you,” he iterated slowly having placed his hands on Terry’s shoulders for effect, “…to sit…tight.
Terry immediately slapped Zoicite’s hands away, “Fucking fruit. Keep yourself and any other of your kind away from me…” The Football star sneered before he continued his pacing.
With a casual shrug of a shoulder, the pianist lounged back against his seat and hoped that Minako was having a good a time as he was.
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With her hands cupped beneath the faucet, lukewarm water pooled between them. Not so much of a beat of hesitation lingered on her fore thoughts as a healthy swath of the liquid, was doused on her features. Even as she was still coughing up a lung, Hino Rei was not aware of the body that stood in quiet support beside her. Her inner mind was too busy reprimanding to notice a wit.
Idiot! Did you THINK you could lie to the woman? How could you forget?
The answer came in the form of a gentle touch that developed into a massage; crawling from the small of her back continuing to the nape of her neck. Rei’s curtain of molasses hair was gently lifted from her face. In an instant, the miko felt as if she forgot her own name, her breath was wrestled from her lungs. Having lifted her eyes to look upon herself through the mirror, she was met with an even gaze from deep chocolate orbs.
Rei watched Minako, watching her; the Singer had subtly allowed her gaze to lower, the tip of her tongue slipped forth, lapping tenderly at her lower lip. Never once did the Singer’s attentive hand and fingers cease the gentle kneading. But the ministration became idle, lazed and lingering over her back. Slowly, Rei turned to glance towards the Singer in silence from over her shoulder. Searing tingles pulsed through her with every single undulating motion provided by Minako’s able digits.
“…Better?”
She nodded mutely before finding her voice.
“Food…got caught,” offered Rei softly, her tone was husked thanks to the volatile coughing; the miko motioned towards her throat, “Wrong…wrong pipe.” Turning about, she broke the contact…Her attentions were then forced onto her sweater, ruined by the cocoa.
With a touch of a nod, Minako quietly brought herself towards the nearest towel dispenser, furthering the rift that developed. Her breath came in short ragged spurts, moving in time with the thundering of her heartbeat. Being that close to the Priestess berthed an unexpected reaction. It was an anticipatory feeling. A slow burning between her thighs... As she turned about, after having wet a few loose paper towels, Minako found Rei was pressed against the farthest wall, slipping her bronzed kissed fingers through her mane, pinning her dampened locks into a haphazard ponytail.
She could not be away from Rei. Not for a beat.
Idly, Rei’s fingers furiously worked at the darkened splotch of brown that spotted her sweater. But Minako arrested her hands from their duties; pushing the miko’s hands gently away. Invading the raven-haired woman’s personal space…
“Hey…Stop. It’ll aggravate the fabric,” murmured Minako. “…Let me…”
“Isn’t that the whole point?”
Minako ignored Rei’s comment. The deft, elegant digits of the singer surged forth, using the dampened towels to attempt to remove the stain.
“I can do this.”
A soft laugh was elicited, “Mm. I know. You can do anything. Let someone else…for a change…do it for you.”
Slowly, without raising her eyes, Minako began to lift Rei’s sweater, but paused in as the miko’s body went rigid. “I’m not doing anything your…lover… wouldn’t do, Rei. I’m just cleaning the mess.” Her words fell from her lips in a soft, raspy breath. Finally the woman dared to glance upward, under a fan of her lashes. Minako could feel the heat of her blush burning her cheeks; such a menial task had begun to incense the Singer.
“You act like you’ve never undressed before, Hino. And if you noticed…I’m almost certain we have the same anatomy…”
Mianko’s light tease fell on deaf ears. Rei’s eyes could only focus on one thing…the Singer’s lips; how they formed words…and how they puckered just so, to make her ache. They were moving, rose colored, full…beckoning to be captured. She was close…too close to her. How dare she smile, how dare she breathe, if Rei were inclined…The Star wouldn’t be permitted to deny her.
Rei had to have her.
Rei needed to claim her…
Her mouth in all its delectable salty…sweetness.
But she resisted and forced her eyes away, she had to…she would have been made a fool for acting on her needs, with Minako so close, the signals were getting crossed. Hino Rei may have had her fair share of romantic trysts they never went father than the experimental stage…truth be told…She remained as virgin white as the first snow-fall.
The adage out of sight, out of mind flurried in her thoughts, it was a silent mantra that didn’t work. Rei couldn’t stop that throbbing that erupted at her center. The warmth of the Singer’s hand drew Rei’s attention back, their eyes fully met.
“You haven’t heard a thing I said, have you?”
The miko’s brow furrowed, her lips parted before offering a soft negating exhale of air that she hadn’t realized, she was holding in. Rei was helpless. And under a spell she didn’t know how to, nor want to break.
Minako nodded sympathetically, catching the first hints of the miko’s frustration – and her own confusion; she began to wonder how it would be like…to be with another woman. And not any other, it had to be Rei.
“You’re still wet…”, said Minako softly.
The Star moved closer, the gap becoming non-existent now. They were breathing in the other’s essence. Minako eased her hand upward, pushing Rei’s cascaded bangs from her eyes. The Singer used the tatty paper towel to dry the stunned priestess’ face. Her knee coasted forth, touching the Rei’s inner thigh. The first request for permission…Minako knew this game and she knew it well. It’s been much too long since she’s played it – she’s never had reason to. Till Rei.
“…Is that how you watch her?” Minako murmured – not bothering to hide the jealous pang that clung to her words; her delicate finger tips traced the proud miko’s features, ghosting tenderly before they feathered over Rei’s full lips.
“I…saw how you looked at me…I’m here, Rei…I’m flesh…It’s only you and I.”
The raven-headed woman arched her back, taking in air to feed her deprived lungs. Her strong will did not pay dividends, her mouth watered, she hungered and she couldn’t hold on to her sanity. Timid at first and before she realized, her body acted on its own accord. Rei’s lips parted – allowing the pads of Minako’s fingers slight entrance.
Taking that as a sign, the Star applied steady pressure, furthering her middle finger into Rei’s mouth. Minako was met with a surge of electrical pulses coursing her spine…The miko had fully given her access to her mouth. The soft muscle of Rei’s tongue, bathed the probing intruder. Minako’s throat constricted letting loose a garbled moan.
Her teeth, tongue and lips worked simultaneously – urged on by not only her erupting arousal, but with Minako’s reactions. The Singer…seemed to like what she was doing. With Rei’s free hand, the miko lightly brushed her own digits along the Singer’s side, moving up tracing the Star’s hidden body – gently, she arrested Minako’s wrist, guiding the hand and its fingers firmly into the depths of her waiting mouth. Lovingly, Rei sucked and nipped each digit, never wavering her ruddy eyed orbs from Minako’s own.
Pulling her fingers free, they trailed from Rei’s lips, leaving a slick path of the woman’s saliva over her chin. With barely a word uttered – Minako let her dampened fingers trawl further down Rei’s body, resting gently at the swell of the priestess’ left breast – the Singer’s thumb brushed over Rei’s already taut nipple.. The proud erection making a show, barely through the miko’s loose sweater. She teased the nodule mercilessly. Shyly Minako then pressed herself closer to Rei, wedging her knee between her friend’s thighs and upward to impart a delicious moan tearing from Rei’s throat.
The raven-headed woman arched her back, thrusting her chest forward from the sudden pressure to her hidden nub. It sent torrents of lust through her, ripping her sense and sensibility apart. Covered in a veil of want, Rei gutturally growled, before firmly cupping Minako’s face and drawing her in…
Her lips her forcibly claimed, the game of exploration had barely begun for Minako…the expert…She found herself drowning under Rei’s impassioned assault. Lips played over lips, it was sloppy…it was heated, and it drove her mad. She wanted Rei. Here. Now. Minako could have sworn she could smell her arousal seeping through her clothes. And with the way Rei’s probing tongue pistoned into her mouth, Minako thought Rei had, as well.
Rei HATED these clothes…they were confining, they were in her way – desperately, she groped for the edge of Minako’s shirt, pulling them untucked. She needed to feel her…her best friend…And she was rewarded supple flesh greeted Rei’s fingertips. Minako’s toned stomach shuddered at her touch. Rei loved it. She forced a position change, pinning Minako to the wall. Her searing kiss never ceased…She wanted to give the Singer the angry, lustful pain she was receiving. Mimicking…Rei surged her firm thigh between Minako’s own.
She found herself straddling Rei’s leg…Minako’s head peeled back, calling out the miko’s name. Minako was wet…sopping wet, eagerly, her hips began to rock with abandon over the firm muscle. She was getting close, she didn’t want to crest…not without knowing Rei fully. Pulling her head forth once more, Minako whimpered her request and was thankfully…fiercely afforded with another firm kiss from Rei.
“Take me…please…Rei…now.”, she breathlessly pleaded breaking the sensitized kiss.
Rei pulled back, her eyes betraying her, helplessly, she tried to reply….
But…the sound of a pained thud and yowl dressed the restroom. Rei pulled from Minako quickly, her heart still rampaging dizzied from the height of what occurred. She was barely cognizant of the voices that echoed in the Spartan room. Not until the utterance of a name pulled Rei from her limbo.
“U…SA…GI!”
Anger boiled within the miko. With prominent strides, hampered only by her braced leg, Rei scoured the stalls, finding the pair in a mass of entangled limbs.
Makoto and Usagi, both beet with embarrassment glanced upward at their friends. The only answer to offer was a simple one…and one that…was the truth…In a twisted version.
“I…had to use the restroom.”
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