Japanese!Actress Anon Meme!
J!ACTRESS ANON MEME!
New Year means more new girl fic! It's been almost a year since the last one, so why not start the year with a nice dedicated-to-our-favorite-girls anon fic meme!
You guys know the drill--Request in the comments! Anon is on, IP logging is off.
Who I Want: (Girl or girls or girl/girl or girl/boy or whatever related to the ( Read more... )
Maki is half out of her red dress when he opens the door and she squeaks, holds the top of the gown protectively over her chest. “Shut the door!” she commands, so he kicks the door closed with the back of his heel.
“Hi,” he says, unable to take his eyes off of her.
“Hi, yourself,” she replies, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
“You sang a new song today.”
“I found the lyrics under my pillow this morning,” she replies, batting her eyelashes at him and taking a step closer. “Now I wonder how it got there.”
“I wonder.” He matches her with another step closer.
“Sakurai was a little sloppy on the keys though. He said no more singing songs on the fly-he needs to practice first.” She glances at him thoughtfully. “You would never say that.”
“Never,” he agrees.
“You’re a better pianist-why stay at the bar?”
“I don’t want to take his job away from him.” And with that last step they are face to face.
“Hi,” she says again, suddenly shy, embarrassed.
“Hi.”
“Unzip the rest?” She turns her open back at him and he readily complies, tugging the zipper down lower and lower until it reaches the end and the dress tumbles from her grasp into a heap on the floor. Her skin is milky white, soft, smooth. He pulls her back against him, fingers skating across her stomach, chin resting on top of her head.
“Jun-chan says you’re not supposed to touch the talents,” she murmurs, resting her hands on top of his.
“He can tell it to Sho-kun-apparently there’s a rumor something is going on between you two.”
“I thought you didn’t want to take his job from him.”
He shrugs, suddenly distracted by the skin of her shoulder, sweeps her hair away from her back, humming.
“What are you do-ing?” her question turns into a gasp and Nino grins against the nape of her neck.
“Getting inspired for my next song.”
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"So guess what Maki-chan has taken to wearing around her neck." Jun never asks questions, so Nino keeps his mouth shut as Jun sets something down onto the table in-between them. It's a small silver ring on a chain.
Nino takes it up on his hands and it's so small it would barely fit his pinky. The ring has a tiny gem inlaid in the band, so small it's barely noticeable at all. "It's a ring on a chain, J," Nino replies, laying it back onto the table.
"Don't call me J," he huffs, raking a hand through unruly, curly black hair. Nino has never liked Jun's perm, but now doesn't seem like the best time to bring it up. "But yes, Maki-chan has started to wear this little dinky ring on a chain. Maki-chan who is like a sister to me - who deserves nothing but the best." Jun gives him a pointed stare.
"I'm not sure where you're -"
"Don't you get tired of the act, Nino?" When Nino doesn't reply, Jun sighs and places something else on the table. It is a large stack of bills - and though it is only a fraction of what Jun must make in a day at Club Storm, it is more money than Nino has ever seen together in his entire lifetime.
"What -"
"Buy her something that sparkles, Nino. Buy her that home she's always dreamed of."
"But -"
"Oh don't worry it's not a gift - it's your salary for the next five years." He smiles. "I could use another act, you know. Heard you're a decent magician."
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