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Sawajiri Erika/Horikita Maki
This is me messing with yer brainz. xD You're reading that right. I like this pairing more than Nishikido/Horikita, I've found, and also Ryo is the easiest target for miles. I also don't know how to write shoujo-ai! Will be edited. Watch me. xD
Past midnight and Erika's making her way through the throng of people, gyrating to the music and jumping to the beat.
The lights blink in tune with the bass line, and she finds her way to the bar, orders a drink for herself to the bartender, who gives her a wink and starts mixing it.
"--Really, I'm not interested--"
"Come on, Horikita chan. Just one?"
Erika turns to find one Horikita Maki leaning too far back on her stool, trying to deflect the advances of one clearly drunk young male.
The way he was leaning over was too close for Erika's taste. She cuts in smoothly, drink in one hand, the other flat against Maki's back to keep her from teetering over, and sidles up in between the inebriated idiot and the sputtering Maki. "Sorry," she murmurs quietly, staring the guy down. "The girl's with me."
The guy's jaw drops, and he forces it closed, until it drops again.
"What are you waiting for," Erika mutters dangerously. "Get a move on." She tilts her chin up defiantly, and the guy staggers away. She turns to Maki.
"You all right, Maki chan?"
Maki straightens in her stool, nodding. "Yeah... thanks, Erika san," she murmurs.
Erika pushes her drink towards the other girl, smirking. "Here, have at this. You look like you need it."
Maki takes a grateful sip and smiles. "It's sweet," she comments, referring to the drink.
"But it doesn't look it," Erika replies, winking, leaning over the bar to get another one. "Can't have anyone thinking I'm not hardcore. What did he want?" she asks, nodding towards the guy who was harassing her earlier.
"A drink. A dance. I've forgotten," Maki replies quietly. "I kept saying no..."
Erika raises her new glass to the bartender and turns to Maki. "Well, you know how men are," she mutters. "They think 'no' means 'yes' and 'get lost' means 'take me, I'm yours'."
She makes a face and Maki laughs. Then Erika raises a hand and fingers the edge of her short hair.
"Nice haircut," she comments. "Brings out your cheekbones."
"You think so?" Maki raises her own hand to rub at the nape of her neck unconsciously. "I've been trying to grow it out after that drama... I kind of miss having something to comb."
Erika's hand moves to cover hers at the back of her neck-- her touch is light against the back of her hand. "I like it."
Their eyes meet. Erika gives her a half-smile. "Wanna dance?"
They make for the dance floor, hand in hand-- Erika sets Maki's hand on her waist and moves to the beat, pressed closer to the other girl by the packed floor.
Maki feels Erika's jeans against the skin of her thighs and leans in even closer, trying to get away from the crowd.
Erika hooks a hand at the back of her neck and pulls Maki in, skin against skin, rubbing against each other.
"E... Erika san," Maki breathes.
"... It's getting a little hot in here, isn't it?" Erika whispers in her ear. She shudders involuntarily, nodding.
Just then, Erika receives a tap on her shoulder and looks up to find Nishikido Ryo staring down at them hotly. She smirks at the intrusion, letting him in between Maki and herself, while Maki is distracted for a while by Uchi Hiroki, who sways against her.
"What are you doing, baby...?" Erika asks, wrapping her arms around Ryo's neck and pressing close. "I'm dancing with Maki chan."
"You're not dancing anymore," Ryo mutters, grinding his hips against hers.
"What are you, jealous?" she asks coyly, grinning up at him. Erika rears up to kiss him briefly on the lips before shoving him away forcefully. "I love you, sweetie, but it's rude to cut in," she murmurs, pulling Maki out of Uchi's grasp.
By this time, Maki feels like a rag doll, thrown this way and that, but Erika lowers her head and nips at the side of her neck quickly, causing her to melt against the other girl, eyes sliding shut.
Ryo's eyes flare up, but Erika takes Maki by the hand and pulls her off the dance floor, away from Ryo and Uchi, and out the back door to the parking lot, laughing. "Oh, the look on his face," she breathes, leading Maki to her car and leaning against it, doubled over. "Was priceless."
Maki shakes her head and leans on the car as well, giggling. "You're really something else, Erika san."
Erika pushes off from the car and faces Maki, both hands flat on the car on either side of her, looking into her eyes. "Damn right."
Then she's leaning in and Maki's rearing up to meet her lips. Erika tastes like green apple and vodka, and it's an addicting sort of taste, the kind that makes her want more.
Maki vaguely remembers that this was another girl she was kissing, but somehow, it doesn't matter as much as the feeling of Erika's fingertips, sliding along the skin of her hip under her blouse.
Sawajiri Erika/Horikita Maki
This is me messing with yer brainz. xD You're reading that right. I like this pairing more than Nishikido/Horikita, I've found, and also Ryo is the easiest target for miles. I also don't know how to write shoujo-ai! Will be edited. Watch me. xD
Past midnight and Erika's making her way through the throng of people, gyrating to the music and jumping to the beat.
The lights blink in tune with the bass line, and she finds her way to the bar, orders a drink for herself to the bartender, who gives her a wink and starts mixing it.
"--Really, I'm not interested--"
"Come on, Horikita chan. Just one?"
Erika turns to find one Horikita Maki leaning too far back on her stool, trying to deflect the advances of one clearly drunk young male.
The way he was leaning over was too close for Erika's taste. She cuts in smoothly, drink in one hand, the other flat against Maki's back to keep her from teetering over, and sidles up in between the inebriated idiot and the sputtering Maki. "Sorry," she murmurs quietly, staring the guy down. "The girl's with me."
The guy's jaw drops, and he forces it closed, until it drops again.
"What are you waiting for," Erika mutters dangerously. "Get a move on." She tilts her chin up defiantly, and the guy staggers away. She turns to Maki.
"You all right, Maki chan?"
Maki straightens in her stool, nodding. "Yeah... thanks, Erika san," she murmurs.
Erika pushes her drink towards the other girl, smirking. "Here, have at this. You look like you need it."
Maki takes a grateful sip and smiles. "It's sweet," she comments, referring to the drink.
"But it doesn't look it," Erika replies, winking, leaning over the bar to get another one. "Can't have anyone thinking I'm not hardcore. What did he want?" she asks, nodding towards the guy who was harassing her earlier.
"A drink. A dance. I've forgotten," Maki replies quietly. "I kept saying no..."
Erika raises her new glass to the bartender and turns to Maki. "Well, you know how men are," she mutters. "They think 'no' means 'yes' and 'get lost' means 'take me, I'm yours'."
She makes a face and Maki laughs. Then Erika raises a hand and fingers the edge of her short hair.
"Nice haircut," she comments. "Brings out your cheekbones."
"You think so?" Maki raises her own hand to rub at the nape of her neck unconsciously. "I've been trying to grow it out after that drama... I kind of miss having something to comb."
Erika's hand moves to cover hers at the back of her neck-- her touch is light against the back of her hand. "I like it."
Their eyes meet. Erika gives her a half-smile. "Wanna dance?"
They make for the dance floor, hand in hand-- Erika sets Maki's hand on her waist and moves to the beat, pressed closer to the other girl by the packed floor.
Maki feels Erika's jeans against the skin of her thighs and leans in even closer, trying to get away from the crowd.
Erika hooks a hand at the back of her neck and pulls Maki in, skin against skin, rubbing against each other.
"E... Erika san," Maki breathes.
"... It's getting a little hot in here, isn't it?" Erika whispers in her ear. She shudders involuntarily, nodding.
Just then, Erika receives a tap on her shoulder and looks up to find Nishikido Ryo staring down at them hotly. She smirks at the intrusion, letting him in between Maki and herself, while Maki is distracted for a while by Uchi Hiroki, who sways against her.
"What are you doing, baby...?" Erika asks, wrapping her arms around Ryo's neck and pressing close. "I'm dancing with Maki chan."
"You're not dancing anymore," Ryo mutters, grinding his hips against hers.
"What are you, jealous?" she asks coyly, grinning up at him. Erika rears up to kiss him briefly on the lips before shoving him away forcefully. "I love you, sweetie, but it's rude to cut in," she murmurs, pulling Maki out of Uchi's grasp.
By this time, Maki feels like a rag doll, thrown this way and that, but Erika lowers her head and nips at the side of her neck quickly, causing her to melt against the other girl, eyes sliding shut.
Ryo's eyes flare up, but Erika takes Maki by the hand and pulls her off the dance floor, away from Ryo and Uchi, and out the back door to the parking lot, laughing. "Oh, the look on his face," she breathes, leading Maki to her car and leaning against it, doubled over. "Was priceless."
Maki shakes her head and leans on the car as well, giggling. "You're really something else, Erika san."
Erika pushes off from the car and faces Maki, both hands flat on the car on either side of her, looking into her eyes. "Damn right."
Then she's leaning in and Maki's rearing up to meet her lips. Erika tastes like green apple and vodka, and it's an addicting sort of taste, the kind that makes her want more.
Maki vaguely remembers that this was another girl she was kissing, but somehow, it doesn't matter as much as the feeling of Erika's fingertips, sliding along the skin of her hip under her blouse.