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kat8chaTitle: Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini
Author: K8
Pairing: Yukimura Seika/Sanada Genki, possible hints of other pairings.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Warning: Gender!switch AU. The boys are now girls!
Summary: A normal practice with Rikkai's girl's tennis team, and then a not so normal beach party.
A/N - There is no yellow bikini, this is un-beta'd. Dedicated toreddwarferand mahoubunnybell
Prompts: Sliver, Diary, this picture
Sanada hated the way the Rikkai uniforms were designed. The yellow skorts flared at the most inconvenient times and were almost indecently short. The tops clung tightly to their breasts and Sanada had to deal with tight clinging fabric gathering under her breasts and exposing her stomach. The outfits had not been a problem when Sanada was a gangly, awkward, B-cup back in first year. Her breasts had ballooned over the course of Rikkai, earning Sanada attention from the boys at Rikkai she would rather avoid, and at the start of high school Sanada had been a D cup. In her last year of high school Sanada claimed to be a double D, but no one believed her, especially not since Niou had stolen her bra and read the tag proclaiming it a 34 triple D.
The thought made Sanada blush.
"Looking at buchou's ass Sanada-fukubuchou?" Niou's teasing voice sounded from Sanada's right shoulder and she swatted at the other. Niou laughed, dancing backwards and then moving to lean against the chain link fence. "She'll notice you know. Buchou's not dense."
"I am not staring at Seika's ass." Sanada had not looked until Niou mentioned it, and the faint glimpse of a tight yellow skirt accenting Seika's butt was enough to cause blood to flood Sanada's cheeks. Tugging on the rim of her black cap Sanada glanced around for Yagyuu. She spotted Yagyuu speaking with Yanagi over by the shade and her eyes narrowed. The prim and proper girl was about the only one who could keep Niou in line, not even physical punishment made Niou back down.
"Suuuuure you're not." Niou studied her chipped fingernail polish and Sanada bit back the impulse to give her laps. Seika always seemed to know when Sanada was ordering laps for selfish reasons. "You're coming to the beach party this weekend right?"
"Beach party?" Sanada frowned. She remembered something about a beach party being mentioned earlier that week.
"You have to come vice captain Genki!" Kirihara called and then gave a shout of surprise when Yukimura's smash nearly took off her foot. "Buchou!"
"Don't call Genki by her first name Ayaka." Yukimura pushed her headband up and smiled at Kirihara. "It's disrespectful."
"Yes buchou." Kirihara scurried to return Yukimura's serve. If she lost this game then Yukimura'd win again!
Sanada chewed on her bottom lip. Yukimura would need to order new shirts soon, her current uniform short tended to reveal a sliver of pale skin when ever Yukimura served.
"Genki." Rena's soft voice questioned from Sanada's left elbow and the stacked girl twitched a bit before glancing at her friend. "You're coming to the beach party correct?"
"…hn." Genki frowned. She did not really have much 'beach party' clothes, though she assumed her swimsuit would be just fine. Genki hated parties but 'partying' with the team was usually less irritating then any of the family parties Genki went to. At least around the team Genki wouldn't have to wear a fancy dress.
"Ah. I'll make sure to pack your favorite sports drink in the cooler then. Would you mother mind making a few lunches?" Slanting Rena a look, and then stopping to order a few slacker's laps, Genki snorted.
"You know she won't." Frustrated at how few friends Genki seemed to make, and hating the masculine sport of kendo, which Genki adored, Genki's mother had been overjoyed when Rena and Seika had begun spending more time with her daughter. Of course they were still playing a sweaty dirty sport, but at least tennis was better then kendo.
"Aah." Rena chuckled a little before turning around and heading off. "They'll be done soon." Genki grunted again and turned her attention back to Yukimura and Kirihara's match to catch Yukimura finishing it off with a service ace. Kirihara groaned, and her knees wobbled, but she did not collapse to the ground in defeat and exhaustion. Slowly making her way to the net Kirihara took Yukimura's hand with a limp hold.
"I'll crush you…" She muttered pouting, and Yukimura smiled sweetly despite Kirihara's gloomy statement.
"I'm looking forward to it Ayaka, but I don't think it'll happen for another few years." Tapping the grumpy younger girl on the nose Yukimura turned around and her smile seemed to grow wider when she spotted Genki watching. Genki blushed, tugging her hat down further over her face before stepping into he court and handing Yukimura her towel and water bottle.
"Thank you Genki." Yukimura wiped off the slight sweat on her face before taking a small sip from the blue plastic bottle. "What do you think, more sessions with Mai-chan?"
"I don't think Kirihara needs to learn tricks." Genki rumbled as she watched Kirihara get her hair ruffled by Marui Botan before Kirihara bit her and Jackie had to pull the two struggling teens apart. "Though learning to think ahead would help."
"Maybe with Rena then." Seika chuckled before handing her towel back to Genki. "Okay, back to work!"
--
One thing Sanada did hate about partying with the team was their habit of planning nasty surprises for her. Surprises such as Niou stealing her swimsuit, or Sanada assumed it was Niou she didn't have any actual evidence, and then somehow her clothes being ruined when Ayaka had tripped over air and spilled soda down Genki's front.
"I'd lend you some of my clothes…" Seika murmured with a frown. "But I didn't bring any extra's and nothing I wear would fit you."
"It's okay." Genki picked at her sticky brown stained shirt now and glared in Kirihara's direction. The younger girl was whimpering and hiding behind Jackie's sarong as if the flimsy fabric would ward off Sanada's glare. "I can wear this."
"You can't go in the water like that fukubuchou!" Mai smirked. "And hey, I have juuust the thing." Mai was holding two pieces of skimpy fabric in her hands, a pair of gray shorts and then a stretchy bit of white fabric that must have been meant for a top.
"No." Genki's eyes widened before narrowing at Mai, Mai had definitely stolen her swimsuit.
"You can't go in the water wearing your clothes though." Rena stated slyly. "And you could at least wade with these."
"…" The shirt could not possibly cover her bosum, it wasn't any larger then a handkerchief! Shaking her head Genki made the mistake of glancing Seika's way.
"Please Genki?" Seika's large eyes were soulful and she looked so hopeful… Genki knew she was being played the minute Seika's bottom lip quivered.
Knowing she was being made into a fool didn't stop her from acting the part though.
"Fine." Snatching the bits of fabric from Mai's hands Genki stormed into the one of the bathroom stalls to change.
--
Too small, the clothes were just too small. Genki would simply have to wear her dirty clothes.
"Genki?" Seika knocked on the bathroom stall. "Can I come in?" Genki could tell from Seika's tone of voice that she was smiling her sweet 'I don't really care what you want' smile.
Swallowing the urge to state that she wasn't decent Genki unlocked the stall door. Seika slipped inside quickly enough that the rest of the team couldn't get a sneak peek inside.
"No fair buchou!" Kirihara shouted sulkily.
"Hush Ayaka." Seika's eyes swept up and down Genki and she grinned wide enough that her eyes crinkled up cutely. "Well. You look different."
"It's too small." Genki muttered, covering her chest awkwardly. "I… Seika…."
"Let me see Genki." Seika murmured, taking her gently by the wrist and tugging her arms to her sides. Genki blushed hotly, turning her head and wishing she had put her hat back on before Seika had entered the stall. It was so embarrassing to be seen like this. Granted Seika had seen her changing before, but Genki had never stood before Seika in such indecent clothes. There was something else about letting Seika see her like this, something that added fuel to her embarrassment, Genki was beginning to feel just a little… turned on.
"You look nice." Seika's fingers stroked the underside of Genki's wrists, then slid up her arm. Cupping Genki's elbows in her palms Seika stepped up to Genki, brushing their bodies together and tipping her head back to look Genki in the eye. "Very sexy."
"S-Seika!" Genki gasped, and nothing but her rigid discipline kept her from flailing. Cheeks burning like a forest fire Genki glanced down at her best friend.
"Genki." Seika was amused, oh so amused, and she bridged the distance between them quickly to press her lips against Genki's slightly parted ones. Genki gasped, eyes becoming the size of dinner plates when Seika took the opportunity to swipe her tongue against Genki's own.
Seika pulled back with a satisfied smile. Genki was surprised, but had not reacted badly, so Seika considered their first kiss a success. "Don't take too long composing yourself Genki. We'll get impatient." Pushing the stall door open Seika sauntered away.
Author: K8
Pairing: Yukimura Seika/Sanada Genki, possible hints of other pairings.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Warning: Gender!switch AU. The boys are now girls!
Summary: A normal practice with Rikkai's girl's tennis team, and then a not so normal beach party.
A/N - There is no yellow bikini, this is un-beta'd. Dedicated to
reddwarferand mahoubunnybellPrompts: Sliver, Diary, this picture
Sanada hated the way the Rikkai uniforms were designed. The yellow skorts flared at the most inconvenient times and were almost indecently short. The tops clung tightly to their breasts and Sanada had to deal with tight clinging fabric gathering under her breasts and exposing her stomach. The outfits had not been a problem when Sanada was a gangly, awkward, B-cup back in first year. Her breasts had ballooned over the course of Rikkai, earning Sanada attention from the boys at Rikkai she would rather avoid, and at the start of high school Sanada had been a D cup. In her last year of high school Sanada claimed to be a double D, but no one believed her, especially not since Niou had stolen her bra and read the tag proclaiming it a 34 triple D.
The thought made Sanada blush.
"Looking at buchou's ass Sanada-fukubuchou?" Niou's teasing voice sounded from Sanada's right shoulder and she swatted at the other. Niou laughed, dancing backwards and then moving to lean against the chain link fence. "She'll notice you know. Buchou's not dense."
"I am not staring at Seika's ass." Sanada had not looked until Niou mentioned it, and the faint glimpse of a tight yellow skirt accenting Seika's butt was enough to cause blood to flood Sanada's cheeks. Tugging on the rim of her black cap Sanada glanced around for Yagyuu. She spotted Yagyuu speaking with Yanagi over by the shade and her eyes narrowed. The prim and proper girl was about the only one who could keep Niou in line, not even physical punishment made Niou back down.
"Suuuuure you're not." Niou studied her chipped fingernail polish and Sanada bit back the impulse to give her laps. Seika always seemed to know when Sanada was ordering laps for selfish reasons. "You're coming to the beach party this weekend right?"
"Beach party?" Sanada frowned. She remembered something about a beach party being mentioned earlier that week.
"You have to come vice captain Genki!" Kirihara called and then gave a shout of surprise when Yukimura's smash nearly took off her foot. "Buchou!"
"Don't call Genki by her first name Ayaka." Yukimura pushed her headband up and smiled at Kirihara. "It's disrespectful."
"Yes buchou." Kirihara scurried to return Yukimura's serve. If she lost this game then Yukimura'd win again!
Sanada chewed on her bottom lip. Yukimura would need to order new shirts soon, her current uniform short tended to reveal a sliver of pale skin when ever Yukimura served.
"Genki." Rena's soft voice questioned from Sanada's left elbow and the stacked girl twitched a bit before glancing at her friend. "You're coming to the beach party correct?"
"…hn." Genki frowned. She did not really have much 'beach party' clothes, though she assumed her swimsuit would be just fine. Genki hated parties but 'partying' with the team was usually less irritating then any of the family parties Genki went to. At least around the team Genki wouldn't have to wear a fancy dress.
"Ah. I'll make sure to pack your favorite sports drink in the cooler then. Would you mother mind making a few lunches?" Slanting Rena a look, and then stopping to order a few slacker's laps, Genki snorted.
"You know she won't." Frustrated at how few friends Genki seemed to make, and hating the masculine sport of kendo, which Genki adored, Genki's mother had been overjoyed when Rena and Seika had begun spending more time with her daughter. Of course they were still playing a sweaty dirty sport, but at least tennis was better then kendo.
"Aah." Rena chuckled a little before turning around and heading off. "They'll be done soon." Genki grunted again and turned her attention back to Yukimura and Kirihara's match to catch Yukimura finishing it off with a service ace. Kirihara groaned, and her knees wobbled, but she did not collapse to the ground in defeat and exhaustion. Slowly making her way to the net Kirihara took Yukimura's hand with a limp hold.
"I'll crush you…" She muttered pouting, and Yukimura smiled sweetly despite Kirihara's gloomy statement.
"I'm looking forward to it Ayaka, but I don't think it'll happen for another few years." Tapping the grumpy younger girl on the nose Yukimura turned around and her smile seemed to grow wider when she spotted Genki watching. Genki blushed, tugging her hat down further over her face before stepping into he court and handing Yukimura her towel and water bottle.
"Thank you Genki." Yukimura wiped off the slight sweat on her face before taking a small sip from the blue plastic bottle. "What do you think, more sessions with Mai-chan?"
"I don't think Kirihara needs to learn tricks." Genki rumbled as she watched Kirihara get her hair ruffled by Marui Botan before Kirihara bit her and Jackie had to pull the two struggling teens apart. "Though learning to think ahead would help."
"Maybe with Rena then." Seika chuckled before handing her towel back to Genki. "Okay, back to work!"
--
One thing Sanada did hate about partying with the team was their habit of planning nasty surprises for her. Surprises such as Niou stealing her swimsuit, or Sanada assumed it was Niou she didn't have any actual evidence, and then somehow her clothes being ruined when Ayaka had tripped over air and spilled soda down Genki's front.
"I'd lend you some of my clothes…" Seika murmured with a frown. "But I didn't bring any extra's and nothing I wear would fit you."
"It's okay." Genki picked at her sticky brown stained shirt now and glared in Kirihara's direction. The younger girl was whimpering and hiding behind Jackie's sarong as if the flimsy fabric would ward off Sanada's glare. "I can wear this."
"You can't go in the water like that fukubuchou!" Mai smirked. "And hey, I have juuust the thing." Mai was holding two pieces of skimpy fabric in her hands, a pair of gray shorts and then a stretchy bit of white fabric that must have been meant for a top.
"No." Genki's eyes widened before narrowing at Mai, Mai had definitely stolen her swimsuit.
"You can't go in the water wearing your clothes though." Rena stated slyly. "And you could at least wade with these."
"…" The shirt could not possibly cover her bosum, it wasn't any larger then a handkerchief! Shaking her head Genki made the mistake of glancing Seika's way.
"Please Genki?" Seika's large eyes were soulful and she looked so hopeful… Genki knew she was being played the minute Seika's bottom lip quivered.
Knowing she was being made into a fool didn't stop her from acting the part though.
"Fine." Snatching the bits of fabric from Mai's hands Genki stormed into the one of the bathroom stalls to change.
--
Too small, the clothes were just too small. Genki would simply have to wear her dirty clothes.
"Genki?" Seika knocked on the bathroom stall. "Can I come in?" Genki could tell from Seika's tone of voice that she was smiling her sweet 'I don't really care what you want' smile.
Swallowing the urge to state that she wasn't decent Genki unlocked the stall door. Seika slipped inside quickly enough that the rest of the team couldn't get a sneak peek inside.
"No fair buchou!" Kirihara shouted sulkily.
"Hush Ayaka." Seika's eyes swept up and down Genki and she grinned wide enough that her eyes crinkled up cutely. "Well. You look different."
"It's too small." Genki muttered, covering her chest awkwardly. "I… Seika…."
"Let me see Genki." Seika murmured, taking her gently by the wrist and tugging her arms to her sides. Genki blushed hotly, turning her head and wishing she had put her hat back on before Seika had entered the stall. It was so embarrassing to be seen like this. Granted Seika had seen her changing before, but Genki had never stood before Seika in such indecent clothes. There was something else about letting Seika see her like this, something that added fuel to her embarrassment, Genki was beginning to feel just a little… turned on.
"You look nice." Seika's fingers stroked the underside of Genki's wrists, then slid up her arm. Cupping Genki's elbows in her palms Seika stepped up to Genki, brushing their bodies together and tipping her head back to look Genki in the eye. "Very sexy."
"S-Seika!" Genki gasped, and nothing but her rigid discipline kept her from flailing. Cheeks burning like a forest fire Genki glanced down at her best friend.
"Genki." Seika was amused, oh so amused, and she bridged the distance between them quickly to press her lips against Genki's slightly parted ones. Genki gasped, eyes becoming the size of dinner plates when Seika took the opportunity to swipe her tongue against Genki's own.
Seika pulled back with a satisfied smile. Genki was surprised, but had not reacted badly, so Seika considered their first kiss a success. "Don't take too long composing yourself Genki. We'll get impatient." Pushing the stall door open Seika sauntered away
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