(Azumanga Daioh) Pillowed
Title: Pillowed
Fandom: Azumanga Daioh
Pairing: Yomi/Tomo
Rating: R
Words: 1323
Notes: For a prompt at the Third Annual Femslash Kink Meme.
Summary: Because Tomo could never do anything the normal way, not when there was an opportunity to piss Yomi off.
It wasn’t like it was her first kiss. That had been when Yomi was thirteen, with a boy at least three inches shorter than her, so she had to hold her neck at a weird angle. It was at an arcade that she avoided even now, set to a score of tinkling electronic music from the crane machines, which he’d failed to win her a prize from.
It wasn’t even like it was her first kiss with Tomo. That had been a week after that encounter at the arcade, when Yomi had made the mistake of confiding in her. Because of course Tomo took it as an insult that Yomi had dared to be kissed first, because Tomo always thought everything was about her.
Tomo had leaned forward, pressed their mouths together before Yomi could think to pull away, and she’d been able to feel how Tomo’s lips were stiff and thin with anger. And then Tomo had been dancing around the room, chanting about how they’d both been kissed now, so the competition was even, never mind that it was Yomi’s life they were talking about, not some stupid contest.
It wasn’t any kind of first kiss, but Yomi was still righteously pissed.
Because it was so like Tomo to never ask, to always push and take and then laugh in Yomi’s face like it was all a big joke that Yomi just wasn’t capable of understanding.
There wasn’t even any reason for Tomo to be kissing her, not that Tomo ever needed a reason to act like an idiot. Yomi had been concentrating on the study cards Chiyo-chan had helped them all draw up. Because at least somebody had to try working, considering she’d only allowed Tomo to come over with the promise of a cramming session, and Tomo certainly wasn’t going to be the one pressing her nose to a book.
Apparently Yomi daring to study during a study-date was something Tomo couldn’t abide. When throwing pencils and kicking her feet against Yomi’s desk hadn’t worked to distract her, Tomo had reached forward, slapped Yomi’s textbook out of her hands, and kissed Yomi before she could react.
And it pissed Yomi off.
Maybe Tomo didn’t care about their entrance exams, but Yomi did, and she didn’t need Tomo making studying any harder than it already was.
She kind of wanted to punch Tomo in the face, but her mother had already threatened to ban Tomo from the house if they kept getting into fights. Tomo leaving her room with a bloody lip would probably be the last straw.
But Yomi needed to lash out with something, and her pillow was just perfectly in reach, and Tomo made a satisfying squawk of protest when it whapped her across the mouth.
Only then she was crowing in delight and reaching for the other pillow, and Yomi should have seen where this was going, but there was no way she was letting Tomo win.
And, yeah, maybe Tomo had already won, because Yomi was now officially distracted, text book lying on the floor where Tomo had tossed it. But she was relying on Tomo being too much of an idiot to figure that out as the room descended into their own private version of war.
Tomo was squirmy and underhanded and way too rough but Yomi could be damn vicious when she wanted to be, and she soon had Tomo pinned beneath her, glaring and hissing and shrieking insults, fluffy white feathers sticking in her hair.
It was probably cruel to keep hitting Tomo in the face when she couldn’t really defend herself. Of course, Tomo just had to shout, “No fair, using your incredible weight advantage!”
Yomi let out a scream of sheer rage, leant forward and bit at Tomo’s shoulder.
Tomo, of course, started wailing like she’d been shot, thrashing between Yomi’s knees and almost bucking Yomi off.
But then there was a sneaky smile on her lips, and her hands were reaching up, one fisting in Yomi’s sweater, the other tangling in her hair. Pulling Yomi down, pillow squeezed between their chests, and suddenly Tomo was kissing her for the second time that day.
Her lips weren’t hard or angry this time. Instead they were moving impatiently, trying to coax a reaction, and it was as if something clicked in Yomi’s mind.
Because Tomo was irritating and often did things just to irritate Yomi, but that didn’t mean everything she did was designed to piss Yomi off.
Tomo did things because she was a slave to her impulses. She did things because she liked doing them.
It wasn’t her first kiss with Tomo, but it was the first time Yomi didn’t instantly pull away. It was the first time she let Tomo suck gently at her bottom lip and coax her mouth open with a wriggling tongue.
It was the first time Yomi kissed back.
When Tomo began to rush, at least Yomi was expecting it, because that was just the way Tomo was. Tomo’s hands were at her waist and then they were moving higher, massaging her breasts through Yomi’s sweater. And maybe it was occurring to Yomi just why Tomo was seemingly so obsessed with her cup size, because the noise Tomo made sounded like years of want finally released on a shaky groan.
The pillow was flicked aside, and then Yomi was reaching down, shoving the material of Tomo’s t-shirt up. Because this may have taken Yomi by surprise but some fights never ended and she was going to be in charge of this. And she was already aware of the fact that Tomo wasn’t wearing a bra, and now all that flesh was actually available to her and she’d never expected to be so hungry for it.
And maybe this was just things had to be with them, barrelling forward like a runaway train, trying to one-up each other every step of the way. Tomo squeaked when Yomi’s fingers pinched at her peaked nipples. Yomi groaned when Tomo’s hand squeezed her breasts that much harder. Yomi shuffled back and Tomo wriggled higher until Yomi was no longer straddling Tomo’s waist, until she was lying over Tomo completely. Face to face, chest to chest, hip to hip.
“Urgh, you’re totally squashing me!”
Yomi growled and shoved the thigh between Tomo’s legs and Tomo’s head fell back against the floor with a dull thump.
Tomo was panting and Yomi had a moment to just revel in the way Tomo’s breath was breaking over her face, hot and shallow. And then Tomo’s leg was angling up, rubbing against Yomi, hot friction that made her groan, brow pressed to Tomo’s forehead. Grinding against each other, relentless and greedy, each gasp a word without meaning.
When Tomo came, the sound she made was possibly the most ridiculous thing Yomi had ever heard, but also kind of amazing to listen to, and Yomi fell over the edge laughing.
And then they were simply sprawled together on Yomi’s floor, breath slowly evening out, and the air smelled liked sex.
That was probably the point when things should have started feeling awkward, but they didn’t. After so many years of living on top of each other, always together, knowing everything about each other, every shameful secret and embarrassing memory, there was nothing that could shake how ridiculously comfortable they were around each other.
So maybe this was just another thing they were going to share, amidst the bickering. Yomi was surprised to find the idea didn’t really bother her.
Still, she sighed and glanced pointedly over at her abandoned text book. “You’re not allowed to come here to study anymore. I never get anything done when you’re around.”
Tomo shrugged one shoulder. “That’s fine. You can study when I’m not here.”
Tomo started shouting again when Yomi whacked her with the pillow, but Yomi’s mouth on top of hers shut her up pretty quickly.
Fandom: Azumanga Daioh
Pairing: Yomi/Tomo
Rating: R
Words: 1323
Notes: For a prompt at the Third Annual Femslash Kink Meme.
Summary: Because Tomo could never do anything the normal way, not when there was an opportunity to piss Yomi off.
It wasn’t like it was her first kiss. That had been when Yomi was thirteen, with a boy at least three inches shorter than her, so she had to hold her neck at a weird angle. It was at an arcade that she avoided even now, set to a score of tinkling electronic music from the crane machines, which he’d failed to win her a prize from.
It wasn’t even like it was her first kiss with Tomo. That had been a week after that encounter at the arcade, when Yomi had made the mistake of confiding in her. Because of course Tomo took it as an insult that Yomi had dared to be kissed first, because Tomo always thought everything was about her.
Tomo had leaned forward, pressed their mouths together before Yomi could think to pull away, and she’d been able to feel how Tomo’s lips were stiff and thin with anger. And then Tomo had been dancing around the room, chanting about how they’d both been kissed now, so the competition was even, never mind that it was Yomi’s life they were talking about, not some stupid contest.
It wasn’t any kind of first kiss, but Yomi was still righteously pissed.
Because it was so like Tomo to never ask, to always push and take and then laugh in Yomi’s face like it was all a big joke that Yomi just wasn’t capable of understanding.
There wasn’t even any reason for Tomo to be kissing her, not that Tomo ever needed a reason to act like an idiot. Yomi had been concentrating on the study cards Chiyo-chan had helped them all draw up. Because at least somebody had to try working, considering she’d only allowed Tomo to come over with the promise of a cramming session, and Tomo certainly wasn’t going to be the one pressing her nose to a book.
Apparently Yomi daring to study during a study-date was something Tomo couldn’t abide. When throwing pencils and kicking her feet against Yomi’s desk hadn’t worked to distract her, Tomo had reached forward, slapped Yomi’s textbook out of her hands, and kissed Yomi before she could react.
And it pissed Yomi off.
Maybe Tomo didn’t care about their entrance exams, but Yomi did, and she didn’t need Tomo making studying any harder than it already was.
She kind of wanted to punch Tomo in the face, but her mother had already threatened to ban Tomo from the house if they kept getting into fights. Tomo leaving her room with a bloody lip would probably be the last straw.
But Yomi needed to lash out with something, and her pillow was just perfectly in reach, and Tomo made a satisfying squawk of protest when it whapped her across the mouth.
Only then she was crowing in delight and reaching for the other pillow, and Yomi should have seen where this was going, but there was no way she was letting Tomo win.
And, yeah, maybe Tomo had already won, because Yomi was now officially distracted, text book lying on the floor where Tomo had tossed it. But she was relying on Tomo being too much of an idiot to figure that out as the room descended into their own private version of war.
Tomo was squirmy and underhanded and way too rough but Yomi could be damn vicious when she wanted to be, and she soon had Tomo pinned beneath her, glaring and hissing and shrieking insults, fluffy white feathers sticking in her hair.
It was probably cruel to keep hitting Tomo in the face when she couldn’t really defend herself. Of course, Tomo just had to shout, “No fair, using your incredible weight advantage!”
Yomi let out a scream of sheer rage, leant forward and bit at Tomo’s shoulder.
Tomo, of course, started wailing like she’d been shot, thrashing between Yomi’s knees and almost bucking Yomi off.
But then there was a sneaky smile on her lips, and her hands were reaching up, one fisting in Yomi’s sweater, the other tangling in her hair. Pulling Yomi down, pillow squeezed between their chests, and suddenly Tomo was kissing her for the second time that day.
Her lips weren’t hard or angry this time. Instead they were moving impatiently, trying to coax a reaction, and it was as if something clicked in Yomi’s mind.
Because Tomo was irritating and often did things just to irritate Yomi, but that didn’t mean everything she did was designed to piss Yomi off.
Tomo did things because she was a slave to her impulses. She did things because she liked doing them.
It wasn’t her first kiss with Tomo, but it was the first time Yomi didn’t instantly pull away. It was the first time she let Tomo suck gently at her bottom lip and coax her mouth open with a wriggling tongue.
It was the first time Yomi kissed back.
When Tomo began to rush, at least Yomi was expecting it, because that was just the way Tomo was. Tomo’s hands were at her waist and then they were moving higher, massaging her breasts through Yomi’s sweater. And maybe it was occurring to Yomi just why Tomo was seemingly so obsessed with her cup size, because the noise Tomo made sounded like years of want finally released on a shaky groan.
The pillow was flicked aside, and then Yomi was reaching down, shoving the material of Tomo’s t-shirt up. Because this may have taken Yomi by surprise but some fights never ended and she was going to be in charge of this. And she was already aware of the fact that Tomo wasn’t wearing a bra, and now all that flesh was actually available to her and she’d never expected to be so hungry for it.
And maybe this was just things had to be with them, barrelling forward like a runaway train, trying to one-up each other every step of the way. Tomo squeaked when Yomi’s fingers pinched at her peaked nipples. Yomi groaned when Tomo’s hand squeezed her breasts that much harder. Yomi shuffled back and Tomo wriggled higher until Yomi was no longer straddling Tomo’s waist, until she was lying over Tomo completely. Face to face, chest to chest, hip to hip.
“Urgh, you’re totally squashing me!”
Yomi growled and shoved the thigh between Tomo’s legs and Tomo’s head fell back against the floor with a dull thump.
Tomo was panting and Yomi had a moment to just revel in the way Tomo’s breath was breaking over her face, hot and shallow. And then Tomo’s leg was angling up, rubbing against Yomi, hot friction that made her groan, brow pressed to Tomo’s forehead. Grinding against each other, relentless and greedy, each gasp a word without meaning.
When Tomo came, the sound she made was possibly the most ridiculous thing Yomi had ever heard, but also kind of amazing to listen to, and Yomi fell over the edge laughing.
And then they were simply sprawled together on Yomi’s floor, breath slowly evening out, and the air smelled liked sex.
That was probably the point when things should have started feeling awkward, but they didn’t. After so many years of living on top of each other, always together, knowing everything about each other, every shameful secret and embarrassing memory, there was nothing that could shake how ridiculously comfortable they were around each other.
So maybe this was just another thing they were going to share, amidst the bickering. Yomi was surprised to find the idea didn’t really bother her.
Still, she sighed and glanced pointedly over at her abandoned text book. “You’re not allowed to come here to study anymore. I never get anything done when you’re around.”
Tomo shrugged one shoulder. “That’s fine. You can study when I’m not here.”
Tomo started shouting again when Yomi whacked her with the pillow, but Yomi’s mouth on top of hers shut her up pretty quickly.