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kat8chaTitle: Yellow and Blue Sometimes make Red Hot
Author: K8
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirihara Akane/Hiyoshi Wakaba (Kirihara/Hiyoshi)
Summary: After a fight comes the make up sex
Warnings: Genderbender. This is GIRL ON GIRL.
“You cheated on me!” Hiyoshi hissed, lengthening her stride. “Go the hell away Aka- Kirihara.”
“I didn’t cheat on you!” Kirihara whined, dropping back briefly to enjoy the way Hiyoshi’s uniform skirt swished over her pert ass. Kirihara really loved Hyotei’s uniform, it was so much better then Rikkai’s when it came to skirts. Rikkai’s uniforms would lie flat, making even the roundest ass look unappealing, but Hyotei’s were custom tailored to look extra cute. Well, Kirihara figured they were tailored, Wakaba had never told her if they were or not.
“You were practically making out with your vice-captain.” Wakaba stopped walking, her hands reflexively twitching to cover her ass. “Stop staring.”
Kirihara grinned and wrapped on arm around Hiyoshi’s shoulders. “I wasn’t staring.” Hiyoshi couldn’t be too mad, because if she was then Kirihara would have had her ass kicked by now. When Hiyoshi got really mad she started whipping out those wicked hot ninja moves of hers. “And I wasn’t making out with Vice-Captain Sanada.”
Hiyoshi crossed her arms over her chest, glaring sullenly at anyone who decided to look their way. Most of the other tennis players were smart enough to give any gathering of Hyotei’s and Rikkai’s players a wide berth. “You were practically making out with her.” Sanada Genki was tall, taller then Hiyoshi, and much taller then Akane. She was busty in ways Hiyoshi would never be, and she played really good tennis. Plus, Sanada was grumpy, and had a bad hair cut, just like Hiyoshi, so if Kirihara had a type…
“But I wasn’t.” Kirihara’s arm slid to wrap around Hiyoshi’s waist, squeezing a little. “I only make out with you Wakaba-chan.” It wasn’t really a purr, Niou-senpai purred and it was gross and made her sound like a porn star, but Akane was definitely trying to make herself sound sexy. “Plus, vice captain totally has the hots for your captain.”
Hiyoshi squeaked when Kirihara’s hand wandered up and down, caressing her hip. “Really? ... I think Captain Atobe might be interested.” Realizing what Kirihara had called her Hiyoshi hit the other girl playfully across the stomach, her hand lingering maybe a little logner then it had to. “And don’t call me that.”
Rubbing her fingers over the plaid skirt Kirihara wondered if there were any convenient places where she could pin Wakaba down. “Hey, hey, Wakaba-chaaaaan,” Glancing around Kirihara checked to be sure that Wakaba’s tall classmate wasn’t around to steal Hiyoshi away, “How about we-”
“No, Akane.” Hiyoshi stepped away. “N.O.” Giving her outfit a brief adjustment to make sure it was perfect and she didn’t look molested Hiyoshi started to walk away.
“Wakaba-chan!” Snagging Hiyoshi’s elbow Kirihara tugged the other girl back to her. Kirihara was so glad that Hyotei did not have any matches today, because not only did Hiyoshi get to wear the cute plaid skirt but she was also wearing her uniform regulation heels, which had a tendency to throw Hiyoshi off balance.
“Oof.” Hiyoshi stumbled and was caught against Kirihara’s chest, blushing at the way her girlfriends breasts felt pressed up against her back. “Akane.” Kirihara’s arm was wrapped around her stomach now, the other hand holding tight to her elbow. “Let go.”
“No.” Kirihara nuzzled Hiyoshi’s ear, blowing a few of the strands escaping Hiyoshi’s ponytail out of the way. Keeping a tight hold on Wakaba, Akane gave Hiyoshi’s earlobe a delicate nip. “C’mon, just… no one’s going to be by court C. And we can go up on the roof of that… that… get –together building thing. With all the vending machines under it.” Squeezing Hiyoshi closer Kirihara whined. “Please?”
Hiyoshi gave a short chuckle. “You’re such a dork.” Squirming out of Kirihara’s hold Hiyoshi took a deep breath and straightened her outfit again. Holding out her hand she smiled at Akane. “C’mon.”
Akane grabbed her hand with a smile, tugging Hiyoshi excitedly towards court C.
There was, actually, one team lingering around under the roof of court C’s pavilion. Hiyoshi didn’t know what team they were from, and she didn’t really care. Neither did Kirihara from the glares and hissing threats she had thrown their way when the girls were slow to leave. “They’re going to tell someone.” Hiyoshi states, pressing one hand on the top of the picnic table and attempting to figure out how she’s going to get onto the roof. Her heels weren’t exactly the perfect shoe for scaling buildings.
“Wakaba.” Kirihara pressed Hiyoshi’s hips up against the edge of the picnic table and slipped to her knees. “I think everyone knows anyway.”
Hiyoshi’s fingers curled around the table and she was so glad that she didn’t touch any dried gum or anything on the underside of the table. Especially not with the way Akane’s pose made her knees weak. “I thought we were going to the roof.” Not that the roof would be more private really.
“Can’t wait.” Kirihara’s hand slid up Hiyoshi’s leg and disappeared under her skirt, the calloused pad of Kirihara’s fingers began to rub against the edge of Hiyoshi’s silky drawers. “No one’s going to come.”
“You keep saying that.” Hiyoshi hissed, blushing when she started to feel juicy.
“Because no one will!” Kirihara chirped, rubbing back and forth against the panties. She loved the warm pulse of Hiyoshi’s crotch under her touch, the knowledge that she was driving her girlfriend crazy. Snagging the spandex Kirihara let her fingers brush the lips of Hiyoshi’s sex as she tugged the silky material down. “You’re really wet Wakaba-chan.” Kirihara rubbed one finger between Hiyoshi’s folds, enjoying the way Wakaba shuddered and held onto the picnic table for dear life.
“Don’t call me that.” Hiyoshi gasped, the muscles in her legs twitching when Kirihara rubbed against her clit. “A-ah…” Biting down on her bottom lip Hiyoshi didn’t care that she was going to chew her lipstick off. The teasing she was going to get from Oshitari about that was the last thing she was worried about.
“But I like calling you that.” Akane pouted, peeking under Hiyoshi’s skirt to watch her fingers touching Hiyoshi’s most secret and intimate spot. Licking her lips Kirihara glanced up Wakaba’s body, loving the way Hiyoshi’s nipples were almost visible under her shirt, and how tightly closed Hiyoshi’s eyelids were. Feeling daring Kirihara ducked under Hiyoshi’s skirt.
Hiyoshi’s eyes flew open at the first wet touch of Kirihara’s tongue. “A-AKANE!” Hiyoshi’s knees wobbled and almost gave out on her. “Ah-, oh god.” Hiyoshi moaned as Kirihara’s tongue lapped over her clit. “G-go-oh… Akane…” Spasming Hiyoshi flopped back onto the picnic table, feeling warm and sated and so, so good.
Licking the sticky substance off her lips Kirihara tugged Hiyoshi’s panties back up. “Wakaba-chan, do you have a wet wipe?”
Author: K8
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirihara Akane/Hiyoshi Wakaba (Kirihara/Hiyoshi)
Summary: After a fight comes the make up sex
Warnings: Genderbender. This is GIRL ON GIRL.
“You cheated on me!” Hiyoshi hissed, lengthening her stride. “Go the hell away Aka- Kirihara.”
“I didn’t cheat on you!” Kirihara whined, dropping back briefly to enjoy the way Hiyoshi’s uniform skirt swished over her pert ass. Kirihara really loved Hyotei’s uniform, it was so much better then Rikkai’s when it came to skirts. Rikkai’s uniforms would lie flat, making even the roundest ass look unappealing, but Hyotei’s were custom tailored to look extra cute. Well, Kirihara figured they were tailored, Wakaba had never told her if they were or not.
“You were practically making out with your vice-captain.” Wakaba stopped walking, her hands reflexively twitching to cover her ass. “Stop staring.”
Kirihara grinned and wrapped on arm around Hiyoshi’s shoulders. “I wasn’t staring.” Hiyoshi couldn’t be too mad, because if she was then Kirihara would have had her ass kicked by now. When Hiyoshi got really mad she started whipping out those wicked hot ninja moves of hers. “And I wasn’t making out with Vice-Captain Sanada.”
Hiyoshi crossed her arms over her chest, glaring sullenly at anyone who decided to look their way. Most of the other tennis players were smart enough to give any gathering of Hyotei’s and Rikkai’s players a wide berth. “You were practically making out with her.” Sanada Genki was tall, taller then Hiyoshi, and much taller then Akane. She was busty in ways Hiyoshi would never be, and she played really good tennis. Plus, Sanada was grumpy, and had a bad hair cut, just like Hiyoshi, so if Kirihara had a type…
“But I wasn’t.” Kirihara’s arm slid to wrap around Hiyoshi’s waist, squeezing a little. “I only make out with you Wakaba-chan.” It wasn’t really a purr, Niou-senpai purred and it was gross and made her sound like a porn star, but Akane was definitely trying to make herself sound sexy. “Plus, vice captain totally has the hots for your captain.”
Hiyoshi squeaked when Kirihara’s hand wandered up and down, caressing her hip. “Really? ... I think Captain Atobe might be interested.” Realizing what Kirihara had called her Hiyoshi hit the other girl playfully across the stomach, her hand lingering maybe a little logner then it had to. “And don’t call me that.”
Rubbing her fingers over the plaid skirt Kirihara wondered if there were any convenient places where she could pin Wakaba down. “Hey, hey, Wakaba-chaaaaan,” Glancing around Kirihara checked to be sure that Wakaba’s tall classmate wasn’t around to steal Hiyoshi away, “How about we-”
“No, Akane.” Hiyoshi stepped away. “N.O.” Giving her outfit a brief adjustment to make sure it was perfect and she didn’t look molested Hiyoshi started to walk away.
“Wakaba-chan!” Snagging Hiyoshi’s elbow Kirihara tugged the other girl back to her. Kirihara was so glad that Hyotei did not have any matches today, because not only did Hiyoshi get to wear the cute plaid skirt but she was also wearing her uniform regulation heels, which had a tendency to throw Hiyoshi off balance.
“Oof.” Hiyoshi stumbled and was caught against Kirihara’s chest, blushing at the way her girlfriends breasts felt pressed up against her back. “Akane.” Kirihara’s arm was wrapped around her stomach now, the other hand holding tight to her elbow. “Let go.”
“No.” Kirihara nuzzled Hiyoshi’s ear, blowing a few of the strands escaping Hiyoshi’s ponytail out of the way. Keeping a tight hold on Wakaba, Akane gave Hiyoshi’s earlobe a delicate nip. “C’mon, just… no one’s going to be by court C. And we can go up on the roof of that… that… get –together building thing. With all the vending machines under it.” Squeezing Hiyoshi closer Kirihara whined. “Please?”
Hiyoshi gave a short chuckle. “You’re such a dork.” Squirming out of Kirihara’s hold Hiyoshi took a deep breath and straightened her outfit again. Holding out her hand she smiled at Akane. “C’mon.”
Akane grabbed her hand with a smile, tugging Hiyoshi excitedly towards court C.
There was, actually, one team lingering around under the roof of court C’s pavilion. Hiyoshi didn’t know what team they were from, and she didn’t really care. Neither did Kirihara from the glares and hissing threats she had thrown their way when the girls were slow to leave. “They’re going to tell someone.” Hiyoshi states, pressing one hand on the top of the picnic table and attempting to figure out how she’s going to get onto the roof. Her heels weren’t exactly the perfect shoe for scaling buildings.
“Wakaba.” Kirihara pressed Hiyoshi’s hips up against the edge of the picnic table and slipped to her knees. “I think everyone knows anyway.”
Hiyoshi’s fingers curled around the table and she was so glad that she didn’t touch any dried gum or anything on the underside of the table. Especially not with the way Akane’s pose made her knees weak. “I thought we were going to the roof.” Not that the roof would be more private really.
“Can’t wait.” Kirihara’s hand slid up Hiyoshi’s leg and disappeared under her skirt, the calloused pad of Kirihara’s fingers began to rub against the edge of Hiyoshi’s silky drawers. “No one’s going to come.”
“You keep saying that.” Hiyoshi hissed, blushing when she started to feel juicy.
“Because no one will!” Kirihara chirped, rubbing back and forth against the panties. She loved the warm pulse of Hiyoshi’s crotch under her touch, the knowledge that she was driving her girlfriend crazy. Snagging the spandex Kirihara let her fingers brush the lips of Hiyoshi’s sex as she tugged the silky material down. “You’re really wet Wakaba-chan.” Kirihara rubbed one finger between Hiyoshi’s folds, enjoying the way Wakaba shuddered and held onto the picnic table for dear life.
“Don’t call me that.” Hiyoshi gasped, the muscles in her legs twitching when Kirihara rubbed against her clit. “A-ah…” Biting down on her bottom lip Hiyoshi didn’t care that she was going to chew her lipstick off. The teasing she was going to get from Oshitari about that was the last thing she was worried about.
“But I like calling you that.” Akane pouted, peeking under Hiyoshi’s skirt to watch her fingers touching Hiyoshi’s most secret and intimate spot. Licking her lips Kirihara glanced up Wakaba’s body, loving the way Hiyoshi’s nipples were almost visible under her shirt, and how tightly closed Hiyoshi’s eyelids were. Feeling daring Kirihara ducked under Hiyoshi’s skirt.
Hiyoshi’s eyes flew open at the first wet touch of Kirihara’s tongue. “A-AKANE!” Hiyoshi’s knees wobbled and almost gave out on her. “Ah-, oh god.” Hiyoshi moaned as Kirihara’s tongue lapped over her clit. “G-go-oh… Akane…” Spasming Hiyoshi flopped back onto the picnic table, feeling warm and sated and so, so good.
Licking the sticky substance off her lips Kirihara tugged Hiyoshi’s panties back up. “Wakaba-chan, do you have a wet wipe?”
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