The Light That Never Goes Out [Ace Wo Nerae: Hiromi/Reika]
title: the light that never goes out
fandom: Ace Wo Nerae (live-action)
characters/pairing: Oka Hiromi(/)Ryuzaki Reika.
notes: 487 words. Set during episode 1. Mentions of masturbation.
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"Wash your hands!" Her mother says before dinner. Hiromi walks obediently to the bathroom sink and turns on the tap. She looks down at her hands, her hand and thinks about just pretending to have held them under the water and rinsed. But mothers always know the truth, and after all, her hand is soiled now. Ochoufujin is no longer the last person to have touched it.
She uses the soap, and realises the fresh, floral scent reminds her of being back on the tennis court, racket in hand, in Ochoufujin's hand too. Skin to skin. She looks hard at the running water and it reminds her of the hard sheen over Ochoufujin's eyes.
She sits down to eat her food and the ribbon decoration against the wood of the table is Ochoufujin's hair and her neatly tied bow. The warm satisfaction in her stomach after finishing is the satisfaction of having Ochoufujin's attention, even if only for a moment. Her brillance shines in Hiromi's mind, a fire that will not burn out.
When she closes her eyes to sleep it is still with her. A brightness that lingers even though she has turned her bedroom light out. She lifts her hand and stares at it in the darkness. Even though the touch is no longer on her, Hiromi still recalls it. She still remembers Ochoufujin's every word, murmurs them quietly to herself into her pillow where no-one, not even Goemon can hear.
It is natural progression that finds Hiromi's hand nduging its way between her thighs as she thinks back, her fingers searching silently for the knot of wonderful tension building up inside of her. She presses her palm against herself and knows instantly it isn't good enough. Instead she rumples her pyjama bottoms and her underwear trying to push them out of her way.
Ochoufujin's voice still dances around her head, soft but firm. Hiromi squeezes her eyes shut tightly, to imagine it better. In her mind somewhere there is a niggling, a little voice which wavers fearfully as it admits this is probably very wrong. But to see Ochoufujin, to hear Ochoufujin and breathe in Ochoufujin, to imagine it is her hand on Hiromi instead of Hiromi's own, it doesn't feel wrong at all. It feels, in fact, very right, as though something has finally clicked and come together for Hiromi, in both body and mind.
Her hips roll of their own accord, making jerking, spasm-like movements which Hiromi might have stopped to be embarrassed by if it weren't for the fact that it was Ochoufujin causing the throbbing sensations that kept building, rising and threatening to crash like a wave. When she comes it isn't without a sharp sense of loss, and Hiromi can't help wondering as she removes her hand from under her clothes and curls it up tight like a well-kept secret, if that is what tennis feels like to Ochoufujin.
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fandom: Ace Wo Nerae (live-action)
characters/pairing: Oka Hiromi(/)Ryuzaki Reika.
notes: 487 words. Set during episode 1. Mentions of masturbation.
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"Wash your hands!" Her mother says before dinner. Hiromi walks obediently to the bathroom sink and turns on the tap. She looks down at her hands, her hand and thinks about just pretending to have held them under the water and rinsed. But mothers always know the truth, and after all, her hand is soiled now. Ochoufujin is no longer the last person to have touched it.
She uses the soap, and realises the fresh, floral scent reminds her of being back on the tennis court, racket in hand, in Ochoufujin's hand too. Skin to skin. She looks hard at the running water and it reminds her of the hard sheen over Ochoufujin's eyes.
She sits down to eat her food and the ribbon decoration against the wood of the table is Ochoufujin's hair and her neatly tied bow. The warm satisfaction in her stomach after finishing is the satisfaction of having Ochoufujin's attention, even if only for a moment. Her brillance shines in Hiromi's mind, a fire that will not burn out.
When she closes her eyes to sleep it is still with her. A brightness that lingers even though she has turned her bedroom light out. She lifts her hand and stares at it in the darkness. Even though the touch is no longer on her, Hiromi still recalls it. She still remembers Ochoufujin's every word, murmurs them quietly to herself into her pillow where no-one, not even Goemon can hear.
It is natural progression that finds Hiromi's hand nduging its way between her thighs as she thinks back, her fingers searching silently for the knot of wonderful tension building up inside of her. She presses her palm against herself and knows instantly it isn't good enough. Instead she rumples her pyjama bottoms and her underwear trying to push them out of her way.
Ochoufujin's voice still dances around her head, soft but firm. Hiromi squeezes her eyes shut tightly, to imagine it better. In her mind somewhere there is a niggling, a little voice which wavers fearfully as it admits this is probably very wrong. But to see Ochoufujin, to hear Ochoufujin and breathe in Ochoufujin, to imagine it is her hand on Hiromi instead of Hiromi's own, it doesn't feel wrong at all. It feels, in fact, very right, as though something has finally clicked and come together for Hiromi, in both body and mind.
Her hips roll of their own accord, making jerking, spasm-like movements which Hiromi might have stopped to be embarrassed by if it weren't for the fact that it was Ochoufujin causing the throbbing sensations that kept building, rising and threatening to crash like a wave. When she comes it isn't without a sharp sense of loss, and Hiromi can't help wondering as she removes her hand from under her clothes and curls it up tight like a well-kept secret, if that is what tennis feels like to Ochoufujin.
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