the sixth
Inspiration: Bondage. Shizuru’s red tie.
T i e
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It was, admittedly, an odd sight that graced her eyes when she’d meandered through the trees behind the forest of Fuuka Gakuen. The sight had been so odd, so rare; her evergreen irises had taken it in and blinked for a moment in disbelief. She’d stood at the top of the hill, and then slowly padded her way downward toward the lake’s edge. The fact that there was even a lake in the middle of this forest eluded her, for her attention was not on the water, but the maiden sitting no more than a few feet from its banks. She trailed her gaze along the form, watching with something akin to amusement mixed in with that same disbelief.
Her eyes caught the slight wriggling of the form, watched as the single non-occupied hand batted at her wrist. The dark-haired girl had half a mind to continue enjoying the spectacle with soft reticence, but when those rounded eyes turned to her and pleaded with those full lips enveloped in a pout, she sighed and stepped forward. Natsuki’s lips curled smoothly as she stalked toward Shizuru, kneeling before the girl and lifting her fingers to stroke her face.
The brunette gave her an offhanded look, brow creasing somewhere between annoyance and frustration as the only thing her dark-haired companion did was stroke her cheek. She mumbled something and pulled away from Natsuki, then returned to her current task. Her white hand clawed at the branch just above her hand, desperately trying to weave through the knot that so unwillingly kept her other wrist tied. Natsuki’s emerald graze lifted.
The bright red tie looped about Shizuru’s wrist, connecting her with the branch, was the crime master.
She chuckled, debating whether or not to rise and untie her first, but her curiosity got the better of her. With a slight smile, the biker eyed Shizuru, “So… How did you get in this position?”
The Kyoto-born shot her a look that clearly said she was not in the mood for playful banter. How could Natsuki blame her though? From the light beads of sweat that gleamed on Shizuru’s forehead and along her hairline, the youth suspected that the brunette had been here some time, trying to rid herself of her situation.
At Shizuru’s intensified look, Natsuki chuckled once again and nodded, “Alright alright.”
A relieved expression befitted the Kaichou, but as Natsuki rose she paused. Her gaze drifted back to Shizuru and she mumbled, “But first…”
Shizuru had not the time to question Natsuki for her hesitation, as the biker had dropped down and meshed their lips together. A gasp emitted from those full lips and Natsuki smiled into the kiss. One hand brushed the Kyoto-born’s side, whilst the other lifted and tangled itself among the soft tawny tresses. Shizuru whispered against the kiss, squirming to move closer to her confidant, but the aggravating tie held her back.
Their lips moved, brazenly dancing against each other and sighs and soft moans were their music. Whimpers cut in and guttural groans made their presence known once or twice. Hands curled, weaved, fluttered against exposed pale flesh; along the neck fingers dipped and across pale arms they brushed. When they parted, both gasping for much needed air, Natsuki’s eyes were shining.
Shizuru’s, darkened and hazy, turned to Natsuki and she lowly breathed, “What…was that for?”
The secretive look, the one that Natsuki bore as if she were self-indulgingly replaying something in her mind made the Kaichou all the more curious. Natsuki just grinned though, shook her head once and brushed her lips against the other’s cheek, rasping into her ear, “You looked so annoyed… I wanted to cheer you up somehow.”
“Natsuki is so sweet…” her voice was husky, moistened with rare timidity and Natsuki basked in it as she nuzzled her cheek against her companion’s, lips still dancing teasingly upon her skin. She braced her arms around the other girl, fully intent on ‘cheering her up’.
“But…”
“Hm?”
“What would really make me happy would be if Natsuki untied me…”
“Oh I’m not so certain about that…”
“Natsuki why- Ah!”
“I think Shizuru likes this… Is she sensitive here too?”
“A-Ahh…Na…tsuki…ahh…”
All further pleas of being released were swept aside by Shizuru’s breathless gasps, Natsuki’s near soundless chuckling going hand in hand with them.
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Done. Feelin' a little better, less pissed off now.
T i e
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It was, admittedly, an odd sight that graced her eyes when she’d meandered through the trees behind the forest of Fuuka Gakuen. The sight had been so odd, so rare; her evergreen irises had taken it in and blinked for a moment in disbelief. She’d stood at the top of the hill, and then slowly padded her way downward toward the lake’s edge. The fact that there was even a lake in the middle of this forest eluded her, for her attention was not on the water, but the maiden sitting no more than a few feet from its banks. She trailed her gaze along the form, watching with something akin to amusement mixed in with that same disbelief.
Her eyes caught the slight wriggling of the form, watched as the single non-occupied hand batted at her wrist. The dark-haired girl had half a mind to continue enjoying the spectacle with soft reticence, but when those rounded eyes turned to her and pleaded with those full lips enveloped in a pout, she sighed and stepped forward. Natsuki’s lips curled smoothly as she stalked toward Shizuru, kneeling before the girl and lifting her fingers to stroke her face.
The brunette gave her an offhanded look, brow creasing somewhere between annoyance and frustration as the only thing her dark-haired companion did was stroke her cheek. She mumbled something and pulled away from Natsuki, then returned to her current task. Her white hand clawed at the branch just above her hand, desperately trying to weave through the knot that so unwillingly kept her other wrist tied. Natsuki’s emerald graze lifted.
The bright red tie looped about Shizuru’s wrist, connecting her with the branch, was the crime master.
She chuckled, debating whether or not to rise and untie her first, but her curiosity got the better of her. With a slight smile, the biker eyed Shizuru, “So… How did you get in this position?”
The Kyoto-born shot her a look that clearly said she was not in the mood for playful banter. How could Natsuki blame her though? From the light beads of sweat that gleamed on Shizuru’s forehead and along her hairline, the youth suspected that the brunette had been here some time, trying to rid herself of her situation.
At Shizuru’s intensified look, Natsuki chuckled once again and nodded, “Alright alright.”
A relieved expression befitted the Kaichou, but as Natsuki rose she paused. Her gaze drifted back to Shizuru and she mumbled, “But first…”
Shizuru had not the time to question Natsuki for her hesitation, as the biker had dropped down and meshed their lips together. A gasp emitted from those full lips and Natsuki smiled into the kiss. One hand brushed the Kyoto-born’s side, whilst the other lifted and tangled itself among the soft tawny tresses. Shizuru whispered against the kiss, squirming to move closer to her confidant, but the aggravating tie held her back.
Their lips moved, brazenly dancing against each other and sighs and soft moans were their music. Whimpers cut in and guttural groans made their presence known once or twice. Hands curled, weaved, fluttered against exposed pale flesh; along the neck fingers dipped and across pale arms they brushed. When they parted, both gasping for much needed air, Natsuki’s eyes were shining.
Shizuru’s, darkened and hazy, turned to Natsuki and she lowly breathed, “What…was that for?”
The secretive look, the one that Natsuki bore as if she were self-indulgingly replaying something in her mind made the Kaichou all the more curious. Natsuki just grinned though, shook her head once and brushed her lips against the other’s cheek, rasping into her ear, “You looked so annoyed… I wanted to cheer you up somehow.”
“Natsuki is so sweet…” her voice was husky, moistened with rare timidity and Natsuki basked in it as she nuzzled her cheek against her companion’s, lips still dancing teasingly upon her skin. She braced her arms around the other girl, fully intent on ‘cheering her up’.
“But…”
“Hm?”
“What would really make me happy would be if Natsuki untied me…”
“Oh I’m not so certain about that…”
“Natsuki why- Ah!”
“I think Shizuru likes this… Is she sensitive here too?”
“A-Ahh…Na…tsuki…ahh…”
All further pleas of being released were swept aside by Shizuru’s breathless gasps, Natsuki’s near soundless chuckling going hand in hand with them.
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Done. Feelin' a little better, less pissed off now.