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"Twenty-nine pearls in your kiss, a singing smile. Coffee smell, and lilac skin, your flame in me. I'm only here for this moment."
"You're just the torch to put the flame to all our guilt, and shame - and I'll rise like an ember in your name."
She's unsure if the dizzying rush of it ever wears off─where the skin of her palms meets the heat of human flesh, the softness of a woman's waist. It leaves her breathless every time. Lips pushing insistent and urgent against hers, and hands that cradle her own waist just as urgently, sharp nails that bring the rush of blood surging to the surface. Flushed, red.
Ochako's heart pumps in her chest, it's screaming at her─her lungs, too, but she's trained for this kind of stuff. Years of hero work have taught her patience.
Ochako has known desire before, she's known love.
For many, many months in her first year at Yuuei, Ochako had known love. Blushing cheeks and dreams of heavily scarred hands holding hers. The multiple, unfortunate times one of her classmates had found her floating around the dorms with far-away eyes and hands slapped over her glowing cheeks. She's known the stuttering of her heart when Deku directed that thousand-watt smile at her, when he praised her for her test scores and every time he inquired so sincerely about her quirk.
It was never the consuming urge to crash into Deku, never the need to feel his kiss or come apart and be pieced back together by his hands.
Sharp nails dig in, and blood pops and squeezes to the surface. Her hips ache where the other girl clutches at her.
Oh, but love has nothing on this. Love has nothing on the way Himiko invades her. Every exhale of breath is drank greedily, becoming the others oxygen, and every slide of their lips is like fuel to the fire. Every time Himiko's fingers twitch, her nails respond in kind with a deeper scratch, and every time Ochako shivers and sighs, her thrill is met with enthusiasm. Head tilting back with her body pressed tightly to the cool wall of her apartment, she's all but surrendering herself to the villain.
Ochako brings one trembling hand up to the blonds soft, unraveled hair, clutching, pulling Himiko closer─and she does, she glides with ease, responding to Ochako's call like Pavlov's dog. Those cherry lips already dripping with blood from an earlier bite smooth down the brunets throat, nosing down her shoulder to her collarbone. Sharp teeth nip. Ochako's helpless to the quick bend of her waist that urges Himiko closer, and she's completely helpless to the woman's responding giggle.
"O-cha-ko," she sings, croons, "Please, hero, can I? One more time, just one?" And really, God, why does she still bother asking? Ochako bobs her head once, quick and dizzy with it. Hand slipping around her wrist, the other still tightly holding her hip, Himiko hovers her bite just above the thrumming pulse of the heroes wrist. Ochako now, now, twists impatiently, chased and cowed by Himiko's slim hips and her teasing eyes. Her breath is warm on Ochako's skin. Brown eyes slip shut, then flinch open to the sting of fangs, the drag of her blood and warmth─her breath stutters in her chest.
It's never been like this, not before Himiko. Love. Love that was sweet and bright, gentle and warm like a hug─that was soft, starry, and nervewracking. That felt like if it ended, her heart would simply shatter on the ground.
But not this─Not with Himiko...
With Himiko, who's a wanted criminal, it's all heat. It's watching over her shoulder to make sure no one sees, and it's Himiko, dragging her gaze back to her, hand firm on her jaw. It's heavy, and it's full and rich in her chest; it never feels empty, but it's never enough.
It's the pounding of her heart in her ears but still hearing every word that crosses Himiko's lips, it's the slip of Himiko's black gloved hand in hers in an empty street at night, black hoodie pulled over her easily identifiable blond hair and slit pupiled eyes. And it's the rush of, Oh, my God, Himiko! How did you even find me! and Himiko's hushed, giggling reply of, You can't hide from me, hero. It's the way Himiko fit into her life so easily, so easily sometimes it feels like it never really started until Himiko started living it right beside her.
How Ochako knew in her heart that if anything happened, God forbid, and they were seperated─it would be the beginning of the end.
The soft sounds of Himiko drinking is like static in her hazy mind. Calming, lulling. It's over too soon, Himiko never drinks more than she needs to be satiated. Never, not even once, had she pushed too far and left Ochako dizzy with bloodloss. Though, she's been left dizzy. The villain raises her head, swiping the jut of her wrist over her lips. It only serves to smear Ochako's blood across her sharp jaw and full, blood-heated cheeks. She looks so alive it sends sparks shooting through Ochako's brain, firing off like mini fireworks.
Himiko's bloody lips stretch into that familiar cat-like grin, and she says so sweetly, "Thank you for the meal, Ochako-chan."
Against her will her hand slips to the girls face, fingers brushing through the blood there. Ochako swipes up most of it in one go, leaving behind in its wake a lighter shade of red, then brings her hand down to the girls mouth. With her eyes on Himiko's lips, she still sees the way Himiko's pupils expand as she opens her mouth and let's Ochako rub the cooling blood across her tongue. Feels more than she sees Himiko shiver in the way her nails bite into her waist against.
Ochako drags her thumb against Himiko's sharp incisors on the pull out. Let's her gaze finally flick up to meet the others.
This is the feeling she'd been chasing her entire life, whether she knew it or not. There was a million different things Ochako would do for this woman. It never ended. It started with her spearheading the Quirk Counseling Expansion Project, and it somehow ended with a villain who had been gone with the wind since the war, regularly shacking up in her apartment.
Ochako's done with wars, just as she's done with warring with the way she feels. She gives into the feeling just as she's done hundreds of times by now.
There's still blood dripping leisurely at her hip. Not one to ever waste food, Ochako pushes down on Himiko's shoulders.