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"Ah, good afternoon, Marzana. You're home early. I hope you aren't skipping classes again..." Mitsuru's voice warns. It isn't uncommon for Valentina to skip classes. One look at her report card was enough to deduce that. Valentina has had interventions in the past about the absences. Not only that, but the skipping, the smoking, the lack of completion in terms of homework and schoolwork... It doesn't take much to see that she's the lax type when it comes to her education.
"I'm not skipping. The history professor was absent so they let us go early." Valentina walked in, dragging her boots across the floor as if she's been walking for hours. Well, she did. She refuses to take the train for an undisclosed reason, so she walks.
Valentina flops back on the couch next to Mitsuru, sending Mitsuru a couple centimeters into the air from the weight distribution. Mitsuru's hand flies to the cushion next to her, steading herself. "Valentina..! Be careful..! This furniture isn't the sturdiest by any means." Mitsuru scolds softly, followed by a playful scoff from Valentina.
"Whatever you say, princess." Valentina teases as she waves her hand dismissively in the air, reaching into her pocket to pull out a sleek, silver cigarette container and a matching lighter. Mitsuru watches as the ghostly woman uses her gloved hand to deftly unsheathe a cigarette, placing it between her dark lipstick adorned lips.
Mitsuru snaps herself out of her mesmerized state, mentally scolding herself for paying such close attention. Valentina's gaze moves to Mitsuru discretely, glancing at her from the corner of her eye. It was enough to cause a blush to creep up Mitsuru's neck, all the way to the tips of her ears, leaving a warm dust of pink on Mitsuru's skin in it's wake.
"I'm-... I'm no princess..." Mitsuru's eyes deviated away, fearing her face would burst into flames the more she looked at the other woman. She wanted to add more to her statement but the words died in her throat when she turned her head and saw Valentina still side glancing her, this time with the corners of her lips curling upwards into a small smirk.
"What's the matter? Someone got your tongue?" Valentina knew full well that isn't the saying. That was the point. She wanted to see how the redhead would react. And react she did. Mitsuru's face reddened further, her body going a bit rigid and turning away fully.
"Someone? That isn't the saying... I'm afraid you have it confused. It's "Cat got your tongue?".." Mitsuru pleaded her case, trying to regain some semblance of composure. Once again, that attempt failed when she felt a rough, leathery hand grope at her waist, pulling her into the opposite direction.
Mitsuru attempted to steady herself by grabbing onto something. And she did. But that something wasn't meant to be the edge of Valentina's bra. All Mitsuru hears from the other woman is a short, faint groan of surprise that dissolved into half a chuckle before Valentina used her free hand to steady the redhead.
Once Mitsuru collected herself, she looks up at Valentina's face instinctively. The taller woman's face was adorned with raised eyebrows, half- lidded eyes and a small smile. "Well my original sayings might not hold any weight now, but if you aren't careful, they just might."
Valentina blew a puff of smoke into Mitsuru's face before letting her go and raising herself up from the couch, languidly walking up the stairs to her room, leaving Mitsuru a hot mess. In more ways than one.
Mitsuru was frozen in place, her knees trembling
a little. She doesn't even know why! When she finally comes back to herself, she grips the left side of her chest, as if to still her pounding heart and soothe her burning lungs. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..!" She repeats to herself, covering her face with her hands.
While Mitsuru thought she had it bad, Valentina
was in her room, pacing back and forth like an asylum patient. Her face up in flames. "What the fuck is wrong with me... Oh my god that was so... Corny! What the fuuuuck..." She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose in embarrassment.
Hours pass. It felt like eternity for both of them.
They're sitting in their respective rooms, still thinking about what happened. Mitsuru was doing especially bad, even going through with talking to herself.
"Does she want me? Or is she just playing me? She's probably doing the latter.. But what kind of leader am I if I can be played so easily by a... A rugged woman like her!? Ohhh, I'm hopeless..." Mitsuru whined to herself, covering her face once
again.
A little while later, Mitsuru's throat gets parched from her incessant babbling. She leaves her room with the intent to go to the kitchen for cold water. As she's walking absentmindedly, she bumps into something. Mitsuru takes a few steps back and hits her fist to it, thinking it was a wall.
"Ouch. Rude." A voice sounds, Mitsuru's heart
nearly stop mid beat as she looks up, realizing that the 'wall' was actually Valentina. She stumbles back a little.
"Oh! I-I'm sorry! I didn't.. I didn't see you, I thought
you were a wall-!" Mitsuru apologized almost frantically, but her words were cut off by arms
around her waist.
"You'll get yourself hurt. You can't even stand on
your own." Valentina's arms tightened, pulling Mitsuru closer. Mitsuru's lips were almost touching the other woman's throat, only a hair away from it. It didn't help that Mitsuru was
panting quietly as she was already flustered before.
"God... Stop panting down my neck like a dog." Valentina groans, her face flushing a little. Mitsuru couldn't explain why she got the urge, nor
could she explain her lack of attempt to stop herself, but against her better judgement, Mitsuru leaned in and bit Valentina right in the centre of
her throat.
Valentina gasped a little at the contact, but it
quickly dissolved into a shaky groan. Valentina
gripped the fabric of Mitsuru's blouse harder, almost ripping it apart. "What was... Why are you-.. Let go!" Valentina warned, grabbing a fist full of Mitsuru's hair and yanking her away, her other hand never leaving the redhead's waist.
Mitsuru let's out a shaky moan at the tug of hair, not expecting it to be so... Pleasurable. Valentina paused, looking down at Mitsuru's in disbelief. She let go of Mitsuru's hair before speaking.
"Huh. Who would have taken you to be the kinky type." Valentina remarked, shooting a playful thrust of her hips into Mitsuru's. "Ngh.... Stop... Teasing me. Haven't you had enough of that?"
Mitsuru groaned, pulling at Valentina's dark button-up.
"Not nearly. Now, since you don't know how to
keep your teeth to yourself and insist on playing the bug scary dog, I'll show you just how vicious an actual dog can be." Valentina threatened, flashing her sharp, ragged teeth.
Without a single complaint or word further, Mitsuru was dragged into Valentina's room, locking the door shut so hard, the entire dorm
almost shook. Mitsuru was thinking about all the noise complaints she would receive from the rest of the team if this went down, but it was quickly extinguished once she felt those gloved hands grope her just right. For the first time in her life,
the prim and proper Kirijo Mitsuru said "Fuck it" and did what she wanted.