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Kirari takes every moment they spend alone and makes the most of it.
And when they cannot be alone, she makes time for them to be alone. “That's the third meeting this week you cut off short,” Sayaka mentions and holds in a whine as Kirari's lips mark her neck with love bites that are nowhere near gentle. It's getting harder to hide them. Sayaka isn't even sure she wants to hide them anymore.
She squirms on Kirari's lap as the older woman hums into the dip in her neck, hands dangerously low on Sayaka's hips. “Does that bother you?” she asks.
Sayaka is torn on how to answer. Should she say yes, because as secretary of this council she should be enforcing that they got things done, or should she say no, because as Kirari's girlfriend, she should not get in the way of time spent together?
A finger tapping on her forehead brings her out of her tortured thoughts, Kirari looking up at her. “Don't overthink this. If it bothers you I won't do it anymore.”
“N-no, it's not that! I enjoy spending time with you, it's just that....the others,” her eyes shifted to the doors where they had left not so long ago. “What if they begin to suspect us?”
Kirari laughs, surprising them both. Sayaka would worry about something like that. Something pointless. “Sayaka dear, they already know how you feel about me. It was no secret, unless you had hoped it was?”
“Uh, no, I mean, I was never hiding it. Nor ashamed of it,” Sayaka protested because she was a proud devotee and if she had a megaphone she would shout it to the skies and convert others if only she wouldn't die of jealousy if they saw Kirari like she did. “I just....don't want them meddling. Or bothering you about it.”
“And why would they bother me about it?” Kirari asked, leaning back against the couch, hands skittering up Sayaka's ticklish sides. The woman on her lap squirmed but refrained from succumbing to the sensation.
Sayaka tried to parse her words carefully, but found she could not, the worries stumbling off of her tongue clumsily. “I don't know. Maybe....maybe because they don't want you to associate with me? I am just a commoner after all and you're the head of the clan-”
Kirari sighs out loudly enough to stop Sayaka's rant. “I will not stand for this type of behavior,” Kirari states, serious. “Do not make me repeat myself when I tell you that I have chosen you and not anyone else because you wildly fascinate me and continue to do so.”
Sayaka nodded her head, stung by the reprimand and flattered by the praise. Kirari lets her lip corners curl up when she notices that her words are slowly sinking into Sayaka's head. She sits back up, wishing to connect her lips with Sayaka's own. Sayaka bends her head down, eager to please and their lips, painted blue and natural pink, mix together.
Every time they kiss, Kirari can feel herself being saved. It's a ridiculous notion, she knows. Nothing can save her now. Not all the money, or love in the world. Like this, held in Sayaka's grasp with her weight on her lap warming her, she can believe that everything will be fine. It's why she's so reluctant to part from her secretary's lips. In them the world is a good place; Kirari is a good person. Worthy of being loved.
When the kiss ends the spell ends and Kirari feels all her sins racing back down into her body, making her sink in a destruction of her own mess. She wonders, what do her kisses feel like to Sayaka? Does she dare to ask? Or should she just hope that her kisses are enough to deliver Sayaka from her own troubles?
Their languid kiss turns more heated, their earlier talk fading as bodies began to make conversation. A gasp here, a pant there, greedy fingers digging into overheating flesh as teeth bite into a soft bottom lip.
Kirari jolts at the action and Sayaka draws back, hands over her mouth. She's afraid, of her own actions. She'd done that. She'd bitten the president because she wanted more and more of her, wanted to consume her fully, until there was nothing left.
The intensity of her need scares her but Kirari is the one to soothe her. To encourage her. She pulls Sayaka's hands from her mouth, a dribble of blood beading on Kirari's lip. It stands out starkly against her blue lipstick, like a taunt. “Why did you pull back?” Kirari asks gently like one does to a child.
“I hurt you,” Sayaka gasps out. She didn't want to, but she had. Would Kirari ever forgive her-?
You cannot hurt that which is already hurt, Kirari thought but did not say this; she did not need to burden Sayaka any further. “Not if I enjoyed it,” Kirari said, tip of her tongue slipping out to lick up the proof of Sayaka's actions. It astounded her, how someone as rationale as Sayaka could feel such passion to be driven to biting. Kirari could feel her head growing heavy, blood rushing through her, carrying her excitement high into her lungs, into the undercurrent of her words. “Do it again,” she insisted, cupping Sayaka's chin and guiding it down to her own lips.
This time Sayaka's lips were more hesitant on her own, so Kirari stroked a hand through her thick locks to encourage her. Sayaka didn't want to hurt her again but the president had told her too. How would she orchestrate such a thing on purpose? Her heart continued to race, but she knew if Kirari demanded it, Sayaka would do it. Her teeth slip free like a wolf before striking at their prey. They dig into soft flesh, not hard enough to pierce this time. A wolf who is playing with their prey, teasing them with a chance of escape, but to their surprise the prey keeps coming back instead of escaping.
Kirari's soft sigh of content trembles through Sayaka's being as Kirari sits up more, back ramrod straight and pressing her face more insistently into Sayaka's, their eyes slipped close.
“President,” Ririka walks in, interrupting them without qualms. Sayaka yelps and jumps off of Kirari's lap so fast as if it was on fire. Kirari is left wide eyed, hands still hanging where Sayaka had been mere seconds ago. She quickly recovers, clearing her throat and using her hands to straighten out her jacket.
“Yes, vice president, what is so important that you must interrupt mine and Sayaka's business?” she asks and though her face is smirking, it's meant to be a distraction from the anger in her voice she cannot quite fully snuff out. Doesn't Ririka know her time with Sayaka is precious and numbered?
Sayaka busies herself with making a cup of tea to calm herself down. Why is it so common for someone to always walk in on them? Can they have no privacy? Her body and thoughts are still racing and she needs to expel that energy from her body as it will no longer be able to expand in more useful measures.
“...just come with me,” the derision is not hidden by the voice distortion box, and Sayaka knows it is aimed at her. What has she done to earn Ririka's disdain? Is it because she is with Kirari? Voices of insecurities crash into her again, drowned out by the pouring of hot liquid into her cup. No, she will refuse to let others bring her down. All that should matter to her is Kirari's interest in her; she will not let others make her question the affections of her personal goddess.
“Excuse me, Sayaka. It seems I must waste my time on something,” Kirari stood up, offering a tight lipped smile. She and Ririka left and Sayaka let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as her hands shook on her cup. Despite dating for a month now, she still could not get over the fact that she and Kirari were together, that they could touch each other so freely. The stroke of her fingers, the press of her lips, the sounds she emitted for Sayaka's ears only, were a transcendental experience. And Sayaka felt unworthy still of the journey.
Would she ever?
She knew she should stop questioning herself, should stop questioning whatever it was Kirari saw in her, and just embrace it. She drank some of her cooled tea now and resolved to do better by herself and by Kirari.
Kirari's thoughts were not far from Sayaka, even as she watched the sway of her twin's hair in front of her. It was almost hypnotic, the rhythmic pattern of it. Her eyes unfocused she almost walked into her sister when she stopped and turned to indicate to a gambling table.
Terano Totobami was sitting there, hands folded underneath. Yumi stood behind her, typing away at her phone. Oh. Why had Kirari not been forewarned of this? How dare Terano enter her school without notifying her?
“Good evening,” Terano said and Kirari felt tempted to do away with all pleasantries. But, she did not.
“Good evening. To whom do I owe this wonderful pleasure?” she asked, fake smile on her face as she took the opposite seat, Ririka standing behind her. No wonder her twin did not want to mention anymore on this, prompting Kirari to just come and look, like one might when going to inspect a disaster that words could fail to convey the severity of.
“I was in the area and decided to come and remind you, graciously, of the upcoming Hundred Families meeting,” Terano said.
“I am aware of the meeting,” Kirari answered, fist curling up under the table.
“As representative and co-organizer of it, it has come to my attention that you have not RSVP'd and you know how important it is to have a good showing at these events. Especially for your family.” The warning is not hidden well, but then again Terano was never good at being subtle in her hatred for Kirari. The woman slid a paper and pen across the table to Kirari for her to fill out.
Kirari eyed the document like it was the root of all evil. She refused to touch it. There was a good reason she had declined to RSVP. The meeting was on the day of Sayaka's birthday and Kirari had wanted to make the day special for her. If she went to this, she could not. Declining had been so much easier when it wasn't face to face.
“Is something wrong? Do my plans for the family meeting offend you?” Terano asked and it was disgusting how plainly she spoke. Did she truly not know how to hide her intentions better? Had she purposefully also picked this date? But no, she didn't know about Kirari and Sayaka. No one outside these school walls should.
Kirari folded her hands above the table. She could feel Ririka looming behind her, urging Kirari to not make a fuss. “Nothing is the matter. I have simply been busy. You know how it can get when there are so many lives to personally ruin,” she said, shrugging and picking up the pen to sign her attendance onto the form. Each letter she forms feels like she's adding another stone to her shoulders, forcing her towards the earth. To refuse to sign and right in front of Terano would be like showing belly. A weakness that would only lead back to Sayaka.
And Kirari couldn't have that. She would simply have to make it up to Sayaka later. For now her sins grow.