Megumi Morisato laughed as they rode to the cafe just off campus, the two bikes moving almost as one as they weaved through traffic with skill and grace. Passerby watched in awe as the woman all called Queen was matched by the mystery rider, both poetry in motion. It was a pleasure riding with someone like this, a rider who knew her bike's capabilities intimately and rode with her all, much like she and Keiichi did. 'I wonder where she learned?' she silently mused. She also found herself feeling uncomfortably distracted by watching Chihiro Fujimi herself. The leather pants and jacket she wore clung to every delicious curve, and trailing behind her Megumi's eyes were almost hypnotically drawn to her lovely bottom. 'Geeze, I'm practically leering at her,' Megumi thought, feeling more than a bit flustered. Chihiro got off her bike almost as soon as they coasted to a stop, sliding off the sleek machine with almost catlike grace as she put her kickstand down. She unclipped the throat of her jacket and unzipped it a bit, pulling her helmet off with a happy sigh, probably unaware of how Megumi watched her in fascination. 'At least I hope she doesn't realize I'm watching,' Megumi thought as she hopped off her own bike, wishing she could manage it with that kind of style. She found her eyes pulled right to the sweaty flesh made visible at the throat of Chihiro's jacket and gulped. 'Get a grip,' she scolded herself as she walked to her side. "You stayed behind me this time," Chihiro said thoughtfully, her eyes merry as she pulled her gloves off, "did you enjoy the view?" "Eh?" Megumi felt her face go red as she guiltily thought of how she had been acting just moments ago. "I'm sorry," Chihiro's eyes twinkled with amusement as she reached out to squeeze Megumi's arm, "I have the bad habit of teasing the people I like." "Right," Megumi croaked, feeling her heart race at that gentle touch. Clearing her tight throat she asked, "Do you want to go in?" "Lets," Chihiro agreed. She lead the way in and Megumi found herself watching the graceful swing of her hips. The cafe was a popular one, packed by students from the nearby technical school as well as local towns people. The tables weren't packed but it was busy, servers rushing about, people talking and men and women packing the front counter. Of course Megumi's status as Queen of the racers helped here, too and they were able to cut to the head of the line fast. "You come in pretty handy," Chihiro chuckled as Megumi blushed again. They ordered lunches at the counter them moved to a corner table, sitting down across from one another as they separated their chopsticks with a snap. Trying to get her self control back Megumi asked, "So you were once the Queen, too?" "Yes, I held on to the title for my last few years at Nekomi Tech," Chihiro agreed, scooping up a serving of rice. White teeth flashed as she put it in her mouth, tongue running across her lips sexily to clean them. Megumi looked up to meet impish eyes, trying to focus on her own food. "I never intended to be Queen," she quietly confessed, "I just happened to be the unlucky sucker the Queen decided to challenge that day." "It must have been a shock when you beat her," Chihiro said as she stabbed a bit of meat, munching on it happily. "She challenged me again the next day," Megumi agreed, "and couldn't believe I beat her o a stock bike. She was certain there was a secret." "Guess she didn't understand how you put everything you and the bike had into the race," Chihiro said thoughtfully. "Exactly," Megumi said, impressed that the other woman could put it in words. She found herself grinning, "But we made her understand eventually." "We?" Chihiro quirked a eyebrow. "Keiichi and Bell raced her in their old sidecar bike," Megumi quietly revealed, "that pretty much did it." "I can imagine," Chihiro agreed. "Keiichi talks a lot about you," Megumi said after a few moments of quiet eating, "he admires you a great deal." She looked up to meet Chihiro's eyes and with a blush said, "I just don't get why you sought me out for a race." "Because you're the best," Chihiro answered and it was almost like she was flirting as she smiled at Megumi. "If you want the best, race Keiichi," Megumi said without a trace of bitterness. "I have," Chihiro answered. She took a drink of her tea, clearly considering her words, "I sought you out because I couldn't get you out of my mind and racing you gave me a good reason." "Me?" Megumi blurted, blushing. She had embarrassed herself badly at her first meting with Chiriro, bursting in rudely, then all the craziness that followed with her family. "Why me?" she asked. "I love a polite girl," Chihiro dropped her voice to a purr, "but I like interesting girls like you even more." "I never know when you're joking," Megumi said after a moment. "Who says I'm joking?" Chihiro asked. She leaned back to give Megumi some space, "You remember what I thought about your dad at first?" "That he might be gay..." Megumi trailed off, eyes widening. Chihiro had to fight back a smile at the look on her face. "Drink your tea," she offered and Megumi realized she was being given a bit of time to process. "You.. I mean, I..." Megumi stammered, feeling more than a bit confused. If she had a mental image of a lesbian, Chihiro was the opposite. It was taking her a bit of effort to bring the opposing concepts together, in all honesty. "If you want," Chihiro said with surprising gentleness, "I can go." "No," Megumi said fast, "please." She looked away, unable to meet Chihiro's eyes as she softly confessed, "I think I'm like that, too." "I hoped so," Chihiro said gently. "How did you know?" Megumi murmured, careful to keep her voice down in the busy cafe. Chihiro seemed amused by her paranoia but cooperated, keeping her voice down. "I fell in love with a classmate," she admitted, "here at Nekomi, actually. Sadly she didn't go that way. When I left to join the racing circuit I met several like minded ladies... and things went on from there." Megumi tried to imagine that life, racing and loving at the breakneck pace she was sure Chihiro was capable of. "So why did you come back here?" Megumi asked. "I was tired of doing something that had almost become meaningless," Chihiro confessed, "I wanted to get back to my first love, building bikes." She paused, "And I have to admit I had a breakup to deal with, too." "I'm sorry," Megumi said quietly. Chihiro gave Megumi a searching look, "And have you ever...?" "No," Megumi admitted, "I've had some crushes but that's it." Chihiro puffed out a breath, studying Megumi with real sympathy. "I was intending to ask you out after this," she revealed. "But?" Megumi heard the unspoken continuation. "I really wasn't expecting a virgin," Chihiro said after a moment. She toyed with her remnant of her food, "I don't want to hurt you." "I'm not sure if I'm ready to go out with someone too," Megumi admitted. She looked up to search the older woman's eyes, "What do you want to do?" Chihiro smiled, "Let's try something simple, like riding together some more." "Really?" Megumi brightened. "You're a great racer and I know well both have fun," Chihiro said as they finished their meals. She grinned suddenly, "And if I continue to follow you I'll have a great view." "You..." Megumi blushed again. End. Notes: Is Chihiro gay in Oh My Goddess? No, but she is very asexual. Her background in mysterious: she had a close female friend in school, she was chased by the guys in the motor club and said no, and after being a racer for awhile came home. Megumi is similar.. no dating guys, it's assumed a lot of female friends and is interested in 'boy' activities. Now I originally intended this to end with Chihiro bedding Megumi, except that I realized it'd be very morally iffy. Chihiro is a adult woman, Megumi a late teen, and the experience difference between them is fairly extreme.
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