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“What on earth is that?”
Tsubaki pointed incredulously at what adorned Rika’s neck - a slender finger directing Rika's gaze to the string adorned by many small beads, though ones that didn’t particularly resemble jewellery. Pastel in colour and oval in shape, they had a curious looking texture and a somewhat immature look to them. Nothing too out of the ordinary for Rika, yet Tsubaki’s curiosity piqued regardless, eyeing it inquisitively.
“Oh, this?” Rika pulled at the weak thread with a manicured nail, the pink acrylic threatening to tear it, “This is a candy necklace! Some overseas fans gave it to me just today! I didn't really wanna eat the candy because that'd ruin the look of it, but if I don't get rid of them at some point they'll probably just go stale or something."
"So what are you doing? Hurry up and eat it already."
Tsubaki's gaze never tore away from the contours of Rika's neck, watching as Rika gave slack to the thinning elastic, the beads giving a soft click as the thread pranged against her skin. A small red mark planted a kiss upon her neck, pecking her soft, sun-kissed skin. Tsubaki couldn't tear her eyes away from the redness which quietly blossomed.
"Well, the thing is," Rika started, almost sheepishly, "I'm not really a huge fan of candy, but I don't wanna trash it because I don't want a gift from fans to go to waste. So, is there any chance you'd wanna eat it?"
As if on queue, Tsubaki's face bloomed a bright rose, decorating her cheeks with a colour not particularly unlike her and her impeccable ability to fluster easily. Rika had a tendency to ask strange demands of Tsubaki yet this one had particularly thrown her. She wasn't opposed to the prospect of sweets, they were a quick and easy snack which someone as bad at cooking as Tsubaki had to value. Instead, it was simply that Tsubaki couldn’t help but fluster at the proximity between the two that Rika had proposed, even if she mused that she must have been used to it by now considering what Rika was like. The two were not strangers to close quarters, thanks to Rika's habit of trapping Tsubaki in embrace at every possible opportunity.
"Are you going to... take it off?"
"I don't have to! You can eat it from there if you're flexible, just promise not to bite me!" She jested, presenting her neck as though it were food on a silver platter. Rika gave a light chuckle at her own joke - was she really that oblivious to her own request? The necklace wouldn't have given either of them much room to breathe, as it was more reminiscent of a choker than an actual necklace like the ones Tsubaki wore, and hugged Rika's neck rather closely, soft layers of skin almost getting caught between candied beads.
"Is that really... okay?"
"It is if you say it's okay! I could always ask someone else to take it but those fans did tell me to share it with someone special."
At Rika's words, Tsubaki could feel blood pooling in her cheeks, heat and warm sweat similarly pooling in her palms. Finally diverting her silver irises from the soft flesh of Rika's neck, they darted around the room, attempting to concentrate on anything other than the hypothetical closeness Rika was demanding of her. Yet Rika somehow seemed to remain oblivious to Tsubaki's nervousness, simply waiting for Tsubaki to claim her prize, continuing to dig her imprint into the plush of the couch.
"Fine... if not me you'd pester someone else into taking it anyways. This is just a favour for your DJ unit, got that?" Tsubaki exclaimed unconvincingly, massaging the back of her shoulder, quietly wiping away remnants of sweat on her palm - if Rika was truly oblivious to her nervousness, there was no reason to make her aware.
"Got it!" Rika chimed nonchalantly, patting the couch on her left side, as a notion for Tsubaki to sit, which she did.
Settling herself into the groove of the sofa gently, Tsubaki took a moment to breathe, praying for a fresh gust of air to soothe the heat which blazed inside her core. Her eyes traced Rika's figure as her gaze climbed up her body, taking in her thighs, Tsubaki examining her curves as she scanned her hips, abdomen, up to the crown piece which was her neck. She eyed it curiously, as Rika presented it to her. Rika's casual nature made the encounter even more tense for Tsubaki, as she gripped her own thighs as though to soothe herself. As steeled as she ever would be, Tsubaki removed her hands from her own legs, instead of resting a hand upon Rika's, her palms careening the curvature of Rika's thighs as she leaned in closer. Sweetness filled Tsubaki's lungs as she closed in on the necklace adorning Rika's neck. For a moment she considered whether or not to pull at the necklace to create the false notion of a little distance between the two, yet as she came closer and closer, she disregarded the idea.
Placing her remaining hand on Rika's shoulder to steady herself, and praying that Rika wouldn't notice the way she dripped with anxious sweat, she hovered millimetres from the nape of Rika's neck, her breath a whisper upon it. Tsubaki studied the skin of Rika's neck, the red mark from earlier having conceded, her skin returning to its unblemished state. Tsubaki mused about creating more red marks - after all she was only mere inches away from Rika’s sweet neck.
In her moment of distracted hesitation, Tsubaki felt a sliver of drool escape from her lips, breaking her from her euphoric state as it landed on Rika's shoulder soundlessly.
"Oh my goodness, Rika, I'm so sorry!" Tsubaki cried as she pulled away from Rika, the warmth from their touch now absent in Tsubaki's palms. She reached out to wipe away her mistake yet retracted her hands as Rika nonchalantly brushed it off on her own accord.
"No, no it's fine!" Rika insisted, making an apologetic motion with her hands, "I shouldn't have insisted so much! You don't need to worry about it if you don't want it."
Tsubaki was quiet for a moment, regret slightly lingering in her gaze - the jewels of her eyes still glistening with undefeated passion, fists clenched.
"That's not what I meant..."
Tsubaki's contemplation intrigued Rika, her cocking her head ever so slightly.
"I didn't mean I didn't want to share it with you!" Tsubaki insisted, her grip becoming even tighter as she spoke, "I just... got nervous! That's all!"
"Well if you're too nervous, I can always eat it as you wear it?"
"But I thought- you didn't like candy that much?" Tsubaki spoke incredulously, her tone only slightly masking her intrigue at the sudden new proposition.
"Well it's not like I hate it!" Rika quipped, tone noticeably more stirred than usual, "But y'know, this thing's gotta get eaten eventually! And if you're not gonna, I don't mind!"
"We can... try. But this is still just a favour for your DJ unit! Don't get it twisted!" Tsubaki insisted, the flush in her cheeks continuing to swell with every word she spoke. Rika decided to not address what a contradiction Tsubaki was making as to not fluster the poor thing any further.
Rika teased the elastic, stretching it until it was wide enough to slip over the crown of Tsubaki's head, slipping it down to rest in the middle of her neck. It was tight, yet not enough to restrict air access - just enough to feel suffocating. Rika's approach was far less tentative than Tsubaki's - with one hand, Rika pulled down the collar which hid the sensitivities of Tsubaki's neck, other hand gripping the underside of her chin and guiding it to allow for easy access. Demanding yet gentle, she closed in much faster than Tsubaki had, their bodies pressing together, their joint warmth coagulating in their chests. The way Rika's teeth raked teasingly against the beads shot electricity into Tsubaki's neck, ripping soft pleads from Tsubaki's throat.
"Oh, what was that?" Rika cooed, tearing herself away from Tsubaki's neck for a moment to tease her.
"Will you just hurry up already?!"
Rika attempted to muffle a laugh, clearly amused by such a display. Nevertheless she withdrew the opportunity to tease Tsubaki further, lest she turn beet red, deciding to instead return to the nape of Tsubaki's neck which she had left empty. Rika listened to the hitching of Tsubaki's breath, taking note of the way it peaked as her own breath brushed against the languid surface of her snow pale skin. Taking her hand from Tsubaki's chin, as she was sure Tsubaki would keep her chin tilted from Rika's view out of embarrassment regardless, Rika placed her left hand upon Tsubaki's thigh instead, squeezing, watching as her curves seemed to bend to concave of her palm. Pink nails dug into the flesh, yet teased it enough to only create small indents. After all, she didn't want to hurt Tsubaki - just to merely taunt her a little. After all, she didn't want to overdo anything, but it was cute watching her face burn a brighter pink the harder Rika gripped. Tsubaki clenched the lids of her eyes tight in anticipation.
Rika's teeth locked onto the sweetness of the beads, making her way through each one individually; each bead crackling as they dissipated, making Tsubaki's ears ring with burning anticipation. Tsubaki would sneak a glance every once in a while, watching as Rika played with the beads, allowing them to dance upon the strawberry surface of her lips for a fleeting moment before disappearing. Turning the thread with a single finger as she chewed, it wrapped around Tsubaki's neck in a tight embrace, and Rika couldn't help but observe as the thread tightened around the malleable, perfect skin.
"You alright there? Not too tight is it, Tsubaki?" Rika looked up at Tsubaki yet didn't pull her face away from the crevice of her neck, pivoting the amber of her eyes to gaze upwards.
"No... it's... fine!" Her reassurance wasn't entirely convincing - her choking out her words, nervousness caught in her throat.
Rika continued to swivel the necklace around her neck, deliberating slowly over each bead, with each bite, sweet oxygen caressing Tsubaki's neck. Playing with the frayed string in her mouth, with a bead between her teeth, she'd pull, watching as the elasticity of it nipped Tsubaki's skin when she let go; listening with eagerness to the way she whimpered softly with each sensation. Each crackle or pop from a bead sent another jolt into Tsubaki. She was almost entirely consumed by heat, her face and chest practically aflame with fervour, the heat of Rika's breath only exacerbating the intense heat. The only thing which soothed Tsubaki from the overwhelming heat was the cool saliva left by Rika, which now hung upon the thread as more beads dissolved. It wasn't exactly proper but it did the job well enough. She shivered as cool beads of saliva began to drip from the thread, uncomfortably cascading down the surface of her neck.
"There! See, that wasn't so hard was it?"
Tsubaki opened her eyes to see that the candy necklace was now finally without candy, its only remnant being the piece of thread which was now dripping with drool, and unfortunately still hanging from her neck.
"Rika. Get this off me."
Without needing further instruction, Rika took the thread and stretched it so that it could be lifted off Tsubaki's head once more. Tsubaki rubbed her neck tentatively, even the warmth of her hands feeling cold in comparison to the blazing heat she was subject to a mere moment ago, though the heat in her cheeks still hadn't died down entirely. The absent heat which she craved so dearly had now retreated.
Yet in her introspection, her vision fell upon a remnant of candy which still littered Rika's lips, as unremarkable as it was.
"Hey, you got a little... something, right there." Tsubaki motioned a shaky hand to swivel around her lower lip. Rika felt around her lip, shiny pink nails scanning until she could feel small sugary grains underneath her fingertips.
"Oh, I do?" Rika teased, turning her head to Tsubaki so that she had full access to her lips, leaning in so closely that she was encroaching on the gap between them once more, "Why don't you get it for me?"
Tsubaki reached a slender finger to Rika's lips as if to wipe away the mess, holding it there for a moment. However, after a moment of thought evidenced by an ever furrowed brow, she disregarded the idea. Removing her finger, Tsubaki instead leaned into Rika's suggestion, planting a delicate kiss on the surface of Rika's lips. Tsubaki couldn't help but take in the strawberry taste of Rika's lips as she pulled them in closer, each hand cupping both sides of Rika's face. Rika even smelled like strawberries; her sweet scent intoxicating. Before they could properly melt into the kiss, Tsubaki pulled away, panting, a sliver of pink lipstick now painted across her face. Rika’s face was similarly kissed pink, lipstick messily smeared across her cheeks.
"Next time bring some napkins!" Tsubaki exclaimed as she withdrew, turning on her heels to storm away (while hurriedly rubbing the saliva off her neck), rendered completely flustered in spite of her sudden impulsiveness - leaving Rika to ruminate on the sweet kiss that still budded upon the surface of her lips.