JE AU - "'Til You Feel the Daylight", Ryo/Shige
'Til You Feel the Daylight
JE (girls' high AU) - NEWS (with some minor KAT-TUN and K8 cameos)
Nishikido Ryoko/Kato Shigemi, R, 1900 words.
This started with a (slightly) innocuous conversation:
Eggo: Ryoko is the catty student librarian who is so much better than you.
Eggo: ...Of course, Shigemi (on the left!) would be the other student librarian.
Eggo: So they kind of hate each other a whole lot.
Eggo: ................don't let me write it
Eggo: oh god, AU ryoshige femslash against a bookshelf
Eggo: FUCK NOW I HAVE TO.
And then it turned into a monster. Title from "Drive" by Melissa Ferrick. THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY GIRLFRIEND, because her Christmas present isn't done yet and I think giving her lesbian porn as a placeholder maybe sort of makes up for it a little. :D If they're OOC, that is because a) they are girls (more so than usual) and b) this is crack. mst3k mantra, yo. WHY DO MY AUTHOR'S NOTES LAST FOREVER.
It is a given fact throughout the entire universe that whoever you are, Nishikido Ryoko is most likely better than you.
Well. According to Ryoko, it is, anyway. "You're something, all right," Hiroko says, smacking her lips and tossing the little pink compact mirror back in her purse. "I don't know if 'better' is the word I'd use. Maybe 'crazier' or 'more hideous'?"
Ryoko calls her a bitch and tells her she's got a glob of mascara under one eye. Hiroko shrieks and digs the mirror out again to check. Too easy.
She sighs, swinging her legs back and forth over the edge of the desk and surveying her kingdom. (Or queendom. Whatever.) Hiroko is still frantically searching her face in the mirror for imperfections. Yuuko is chatting animatedly with Hisami, who has polished off one bento and is starting on her second. Tadako's half asleep, head pillowed on her math textbook, and Tomo and Jinnifer are too busy making eyes at each other to notice the rest of the world. Everyone is ignoring Ryoko.
Clearly, she needs new best friends.
***
But best friends, no matter how obnoxious they may be, are at least better than worst enemies.
Worst enemies like a certain Kato Shigemi, student librarian, who Ryoko has never liked anyway and who does not seem to be aware of Ryoko's universe-wide superiority. This, obviously, is just unacceptable. "You're late," Kato says, pushing her stupid glasses up on her nose and fixing Ryoko with the glare of a self-righteously nerdy whiner. Which is exactly what she is.
"By five minutes," Ryoko scoffs.
"Five minutes on your first day."
"Don't get your panties in a twist, Shige."
"Don't call me that," Kato snaps. "And don't slack off. You'll get us both in trouble."
She turns on her heel and disappears into the stacks before Ryoko can get in another biting remark.
***
"Ne, Ryoko-tan," Yuuko says, twisting around in Ryoko's lap to blink her pretty black eyes up at her senpai. "You've been spending a lot of time with Kato-chan, huh?"
"Only because I'm unfortunate enough to have to work with her, Yuuko-nyan," Ryoko says with a melodramatic sigh. The younger girl makes a little cooing noise of sympathy.
"Or because you want in her pants," Hiroko says, sounding almost bored.
"Are you serious," Ryoko says slowly after a moment of staring in silent shock at her best friend. "Me and Kato. You're delusional. All that overpriced shampoo has finally seeped into your brain."
Hiroko flips her off with a garishly decorated nail and tells her that those hair barrettes are at least five years out of fashion, if not more, and she should really stop taking style tips from magical girl shows.
But the more she thinks about it, the more Ryoko realizes that her stupid vain bitch of a BFF has a point. She catches herself watching Kato almost constantly: her ink-stained fingers with their bitten nails, twirling a pencil or adjusting her glasses. The satisfied curl of her lips when she finds a book she's been looking for, or the teasing suggestion of curves hidden under her school sweater, or the nape of her neck when she ties her hair up in a ponytail.
It's driving Ryoko mad.
For two whole weeks, she manages to ignore it - the jittery warmth in her stomach whenever Kato bends over to get a book from a low shelf or accidentally brushes her hand against Ryoko's - and finally decides, with some relief, that Hiroko really is nuts and this is just pure, unadulterated loathing or something normal like that.
And then Kato shows up at the library wearing a demure blush and a skirt that does not cover nearly as much as it should and is definitely some sort of uniform violation, and Ryoko's self-control throws itself out the window.
"It's left over from freshman year," Kato offers by way of awkward explanation, her face burning with embarrassment as she tries to tug the skirt down a little. It doesn't help much. "All the others were in the wash..."
Ryoko stares. Kato has been hiding a pair of really nice legs.
The other girl's giving her a nervous, vulnerable look that plainly says "please, please forget this ever happened and never mention it again, thank you very much," and she takes a half-step backward. "Stop staring at me!"
And that does it. Ryoko grabs Kato's wrist and drags her to the reference section, throws her up against the shelves somewhere in the 320s, and kisses her. Hard.
Kato freezes, her body stiffening in shock, but Ryoko barely takes notice, flicking her tongue against the other girl's lips, and after a moment she feels Kato's hands settle on her waist, pulling her closer.
"Someone's going to see," Kato breathes, but her fingers are inching up Ryoko's sides, and she lets her head fall to the side so Ryoko can mouth at her neck.
"If they do it's all your fault," Ryoko half-snarls, shoving a knee between Kato's legs. "You're so fucking distracting-"
Kato goes still. "Distracting," she says thoughtfully after a moment, and slowly pushes Ryoko away. "I'm distracting you?"
Ryoko doesn't answer.
"You've got a thing for me," Kato says, and there's a kind of perverse glee in her voice. She takes Ryoko by the shoulders, turns her so their positions are reversed. Ryoko lets her.
Then she drops not-very-gracefully to her knees and gets Ryoko's skirt out of the way.
And does absolutely nothing.
Ryoko can feel the other girl's breath on her thighs, hot and moist and so fucking close, and she growls, a little frustrated sound in the back of her throat. Kato smirks up at her. And then Ryoko is suddenly glad Kato's hair isn't in a ponytail today, because this way she gets to snarl her fingers in it as the other girl puts her tongue to work, gets to move Kato exactly where she wants her and tighten her grip when she feels fingers pressing inside her and teeth scraping so, so lightly against her clit.
The other girl is grinding her hips in little circles against the floor, rubbing at herself through her panties with the hand that isn't teasing Ryoko, and Ryoko almost doesn't want to admit it, but fuck, Kato is really hot like this.
And even hotter is the realization that this can't be Kato's first time licking pussy. She has to have done this before, Ryoko thinks. Eating someone out is not a magical inherent ability - no one gets this good with their tongue without a lot of practice.
"Fuck," she hisses, "fuck, you know exactly what you're doing down there, huh? How many other girls have had you on your knees like this before? Such a slut, you- oh, oh god, oh," and she can feel teeth again, an answer or a warning or both, and Ryoko doesn't care which because it's just enough to make heat spark in her bones and behind her eyelids and push her over the edge.
She'd be perfectly happy to just slump to the floor and bask in the afterglow for a few minutes, but Kato is still kneeling in front of her, sitting back on her heels and wiping her mouth with her handkerchief, and Ryoko is really looking forward to making her fall apart. Ryoko pulls Kato to her feet, pinning her against the shelf once again and nearly tearing the other girl's panties in her haste to get them off.
"Knew you weren't a real redhead," Ryoko says smugly, tracing one teasing finger along Kato's slit - she's so wet, Ryoko wouldn't be surprised if she'd come once already.
"Obviously," Kato retorts, but her voice is breathless. "Hurry it up, can't you?"
Ryoko laughs and calls her a slut again, and Kato bites down on Ryoko's collarbone and hisses a "look who's talking" against her skin as Ryoko's fingers spread her open and push inside, scissoring and curling against all the spots that make her shiver.
For all her frigid propriety, Kato moans like a whore when you really get her going, these sweet little gasps of oh and like that and harder, god, there, hate you so much, please, please. Her hair's sweat-damp, tousled from Ryoko's hands, her glasses are hanging askew - Ryoko would just take them off her, but the whole debauched look is absolutely priceless - and she writhes when Ryoko slides a third finger in.
Suddenly Kato makes a soft, desperate keening noise, clinging tighter to Ryoko's arms, and Ryoko figures she's done something right, because Kato's hips are jerking faster, she's riding Ryoko's fingers like she'll never get enough, and then she's digging her nails into Ryoko's shoulders and coming hard, body tightening and head thrown back and mouth open on a wordless little scream.
And then the library is silent as always, save for the sound of Ryoko trying to catch her breath. And the little whimpering noises Kato is still making as she comes down, which Ryoko supposes makes sense, because Kato's still got Ryoko's fingers inside her. Ryoko sort of wants to see how far she can go, how long it would take to fuck Kato into coming a second time, but the other girl jerks in pain when Ryoko shifts her hand. Some people are just oversensitive like that, she guesses, and pulls her fingers out, letting Kato slide to the floor, still trembling. Ryoko sucks her index finger into her mouth and sits down next to Kato, looking vaguely thoughtful.
"You're tiny and you look like a serial killer when you try to smile and you have an ego the size of Russia," Kato - Shigemi - says suddenly.
"You're stuck-up and you have tragically hideous hairstyles and your smiles are so fake a blind man could see through them," Ryoko answers, not missing a beat.
"Your Napoleon complex is insufferable."
"You have an imaginary cat."
They're quiet for another moment.
"Meet me for coffee tomorrow," Ryoko says.
Shigemi smiles a smile that Ryoko can't quite dismiss as fake. "Okay."
-OMAKE.-
"Nishikido."
Ryoko looks up from her magazine at the figure that is currently stalking across the classroom towards her. "Shigemi."
"No one said you could call me-" Shigemi snaps, then takes a deep breath and starts again. "I hope you know I was on the train, halfway to my stop, when I realized they were missing."
Ryoko gives her a lazy smirk. "What went missing now?"
If looks could kill, Ryoko thinks, the entire school would probably be charcoal under the force of Shigemi's glare. "My panties," she hisses under her breath. "Where the hell did you put them?"
Ryoko has to admit, Shigemi's sort of weirdly cute when she's doing the whole half-furious, half-dying of embarrassment thing. She shrugs. "What makes you think I put them anywhere?"
"Because," Shigemi whisper-shrieks, and her blush is one of those ones that could light the way in a storm and probably goes all the way down past her neck, and now Ryoko sort of wants to see if that's actually the case, "you took them off me in the first place."
"And why'd it take you so long to notice?" Hiroko wants to know, and Ryoko hadn't realized she was listening in, but she should have known. Hiroko likes to call it being well-informed; Ryoko just calls it being a gossip whore. "Something happen, Kato-chan?"
Shigemi turns even redder and mumbles something indistinct.
"You're going to have to speak a little louder, Kato-chan," Ryoko says, and completely fails at keeping the little note of sadistic glee out of her voice.
"I said," Shigemi says tightly, "that Yokoyama-senpai should learn to keep her hands to herself."
Hiroko bursts out laughing.
JE (girls' high AU) - NEWS (with some minor KAT-TUN and K8 cameos)
Nishikido Ryoko/Kato Shigemi, R, 1900 words.
This started with a (slightly) innocuous conversation:
Eggo: Ryoko is the catty student librarian who is so much better than you.
Eggo: ...Of course, Shigemi (on the left!) would be the other student librarian.
Eggo: So they kind of hate each other a whole lot.
Eggo: ................don't let me write it
Eggo: oh god, AU ryoshige femslash against a bookshelf
Eggo: FUCK NOW I HAVE TO.
And then it turned into a monster. Title from "Drive" by Melissa Ferrick. THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY GIRLFRIEND, because her Christmas present isn't done yet and I think giving her lesbian porn as a placeholder maybe sort of makes up for it a little. :D If they're OOC, that is because a) they are girls (more so than usual) and b) this is crack. mst3k mantra, yo. WHY DO MY AUTHOR'S NOTES LAST FOREVER.
It is a given fact throughout the entire universe that whoever you are, Nishikido Ryoko is most likely better than you.
Well. According to Ryoko, it is, anyway. "You're something, all right," Hiroko says, smacking her lips and tossing the little pink compact mirror back in her purse. "I don't know if 'better' is the word I'd use. Maybe 'crazier' or 'more hideous'?"
Ryoko calls her a bitch and tells her she's got a glob of mascara under one eye. Hiroko shrieks and digs the mirror out again to check. Too easy.
She sighs, swinging her legs back and forth over the edge of the desk and surveying her kingdom. (Or queendom. Whatever.) Hiroko is still frantically searching her face in the mirror for imperfections. Yuuko is chatting animatedly with Hisami, who has polished off one bento and is starting on her second. Tadako's half asleep, head pillowed on her math textbook, and Tomo and Jinnifer are too busy making eyes at each other to notice the rest of the world. Everyone is ignoring Ryoko.
Clearly, she needs new best friends.
***
But best friends, no matter how obnoxious they may be, are at least better than worst enemies.
Worst enemies like a certain Kato Shigemi, student librarian, who Ryoko has never liked anyway and who does not seem to be aware of Ryoko's universe-wide superiority. This, obviously, is just unacceptable. "You're late," Kato says, pushing her stupid glasses up on her nose and fixing Ryoko with the glare of a self-righteously nerdy whiner. Which is exactly what she is.
"By five minutes," Ryoko scoffs.
"Five minutes on your first day."
"Don't get your panties in a twist, Shige."
"Don't call me that," Kato snaps. "And don't slack off. You'll get us both in trouble."
She turns on her heel and disappears into the stacks before Ryoko can get in another biting remark.
***
"Ne, Ryoko-tan," Yuuko says, twisting around in Ryoko's lap to blink her pretty black eyes up at her senpai. "You've been spending a lot of time with Kato-chan, huh?"
"Only because I'm unfortunate enough to have to work with her, Yuuko-nyan," Ryoko says with a melodramatic sigh. The younger girl makes a little cooing noise of sympathy.
"Or because you want in her pants," Hiroko says, sounding almost bored.
"Are you serious," Ryoko says slowly after a moment of staring in silent shock at her best friend. "Me and Kato. You're delusional. All that overpriced shampoo has finally seeped into your brain."
Hiroko flips her off with a garishly decorated nail and tells her that those hair barrettes are at least five years out of fashion, if not more, and she should really stop taking style tips from magical girl shows.
But the more she thinks about it, the more Ryoko realizes that her stupid vain bitch of a BFF has a point. She catches herself watching Kato almost constantly: her ink-stained fingers with their bitten nails, twirling a pencil or adjusting her glasses. The satisfied curl of her lips when she finds a book she's been looking for, or the teasing suggestion of curves hidden under her school sweater, or the nape of her neck when she ties her hair up in a ponytail.
It's driving Ryoko mad.
For two whole weeks, she manages to ignore it - the jittery warmth in her stomach whenever Kato bends over to get a book from a low shelf or accidentally brushes her hand against Ryoko's - and finally decides, with some relief, that Hiroko really is nuts and this is just pure, unadulterated loathing or something normal like that.
And then Kato shows up at the library wearing a demure blush and a skirt that does not cover nearly as much as it should and is definitely some sort of uniform violation, and Ryoko's self-control throws itself out the window.
"It's left over from freshman year," Kato offers by way of awkward explanation, her face burning with embarrassment as she tries to tug the skirt down a little. It doesn't help much. "All the others were in the wash..."
Ryoko stares. Kato has been hiding a pair of really nice legs.
The other girl's giving her a nervous, vulnerable look that plainly says "please, please forget this ever happened and never mention it again, thank you very much," and she takes a half-step backward. "Stop staring at me!"
And that does it. Ryoko grabs Kato's wrist and drags her to the reference section, throws her up against the shelves somewhere in the 320s, and kisses her. Hard.
Kato freezes, her body stiffening in shock, but Ryoko barely takes notice, flicking her tongue against the other girl's lips, and after a moment she feels Kato's hands settle on her waist, pulling her closer.
"Someone's going to see," Kato breathes, but her fingers are inching up Ryoko's sides, and she lets her head fall to the side so Ryoko can mouth at her neck.
"If they do it's all your fault," Ryoko half-snarls, shoving a knee between Kato's legs. "You're so fucking distracting-"
Kato goes still. "Distracting," she says thoughtfully after a moment, and slowly pushes Ryoko away. "I'm distracting you?"
Ryoko doesn't answer.
"You've got a thing for me," Kato says, and there's a kind of perverse glee in her voice. She takes Ryoko by the shoulders, turns her so their positions are reversed. Ryoko lets her.
Then she drops not-very-gracefully to her knees and gets Ryoko's skirt out of the way.
And does absolutely nothing.
Ryoko can feel the other girl's breath on her thighs, hot and moist and so fucking close, and she growls, a little frustrated sound in the back of her throat. Kato smirks up at her. And then Ryoko is suddenly glad Kato's hair isn't in a ponytail today, because this way she gets to snarl her fingers in it as the other girl puts her tongue to work, gets to move Kato exactly where she wants her and tighten her grip when she feels fingers pressing inside her and teeth scraping so, so lightly against her clit.
The other girl is grinding her hips in little circles against the floor, rubbing at herself through her panties with the hand that isn't teasing Ryoko, and Ryoko almost doesn't want to admit it, but fuck, Kato is really hot like this.
And even hotter is the realization that this can't be Kato's first time licking pussy. She has to have done this before, Ryoko thinks. Eating someone out is not a magical inherent ability - no one gets this good with their tongue without a lot of practice.
"Fuck," she hisses, "fuck, you know exactly what you're doing down there, huh? How many other girls have had you on your knees like this before? Such a slut, you- oh, oh god, oh," and she can feel teeth again, an answer or a warning or both, and Ryoko doesn't care which because it's just enough to make heat spark in her bones and behind her eyelids and push her over the edge.
She'd be perfectly happy to just slump to the floor and bask in the afterglow for a few minutes, but Kato is still kneeling in front of her, sitting back on her heels and wiping her mouth with her handkerchief, and Ryoko is really looking forward to making her fall apart. Ryoko pulls Kato to her feet, pinning her against the shelf once again and nearly tearing the other girl's panties in her haste to get them off.
"Knew you weren't a real redhead," Ryoko says smugly, tracing one teasing finger along Kato's slit - she's so wet, Ryoko wouldn't be surprised if she'd come once already.
"Obviously," Kato retorts, but her voice is breathless. "Hurry it up, can't you?"
Ryoko laughs and calls her a slut again, and Kato bites down on Ryoko's collarbone and hisses a "look who's talking" against her skin as Ryoko's fingers spread her open and push inside, scissoring and curling against all the spots that make her shiver.
For all her frigid propriety, Kato moans like a whore when you really get her going, these sweet little gasps of oh and like that and harder, god, there, hate you so much, please, please. Her hair's sweat-damp, tousled from Ryoko's hands, her glasses are hanging askew - Ryoko would just take them off her, but the whole debauched look is absolutely priceless - and she writhes when Ryoko slides a third finger in.
Suddenly Kato makes a soft, desperate keening noise, clinging tighter to Ryoko's arms, and Ryoko figures she's done something right, because Kato's hips are jerking faster, she's riding Ryoko's fingers like she'll never get enough, and then she's digging her nails into Ryoko's shoulders and coming hard, body tightening and head thrown back and mouth open on a wordless little scream.
And then the library is silent as always, save for the sound of Ryoko trying to catch her breath. And the little whimpering noises Kato is still making as she comes down, which Ryoko supposes makes sense, because Kato's still got Ryoko's fingers inside her. Ryoko sort of wants to see how far she can go, how long it would take to fuck Kato into coming a second time, but the other girl jerks in pain when Ryoko shifts her hand. Some people are just oversensitive like that, she guesses, and pulls her fingers out, letting Kato slide to the floor, still trembling. Ryoko sucks her index finger into her mouth and sits down next to Kato, looking vaguely thoughtful.
"You're tiny and you look like a serial killer when you try to smile and you have an ego the size of Russia," Kato - Shigemi - says suddenly.
"You're stuck-up and you have tragically hideous hairstyles and your smiles are so fake a blind man could see through them," Ryoko answers, not missing a beat.
"Your Napoleon complex is insufferable."
"You have an imaginary cat."
They're quiet for another moment.
"Meet me for coffee tomorrow," Ryoko says.
Shigemi smiles a smile that Ryoko can't quite dismiss as fake. "Okay."
-OMAKE.-
"Nishikido."
Ryoko looks up from her magazine at the figure that is currently stalking across the classroom towards her. "Shigemi."
"No one said you could call me-" Shigemi snaps, then takes a deep breath and starts again. "I hope you know I was on the train, halfway to my stop, when I realized they were missing."
Ryoko gives her a lazy smirk. "What went missing now?"
If looks could kill, Ryoko thinks, the entire school would probably be charcoal under the force of Shigemi's glare. "My panties," she hisses under her breath. "Where the hell did you put them?"
Ryoko has to admit, Shigemi's sort of weirdly cute when she's doing the whole half-furious, half-dying of embarrassment thing. She shrugs. "What makes you think I put them anywhere?"
"Because," Shigemi whisper-shrieks, and her blush is one of those ones that could light the way in a storm and probably goes all the way down past her neck, and now Ryoko sort of wants to see if that's actually the case, "you took them off me in the first place."
"And why'd it take you so long to notice?" Hiroko wants to know, and Ryoko hadn't realized she was listening in, but she should have known. Hiroko likes to call it being well-informed; Ryoko just calls it being a gossip whore. "Something happen, Kato-chan?"
Shigemi turns even redder and mumbles something indistinct.
"You're going to have to speak a little louder, Kato-chan," Ryoko says, and completely fails at keeping the little note of sadistic glee out of her voice.
"I said," Shigemi says tightly, "that Yokoyama-senpai should learn to keep her hands to herself."
Hiroko bursts out laughing.