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Jul. 15th, 2010 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaShe held the ice cube between her teeth. It numbs her lips, makes them chilly, and she sucks the ice into her mouth before pushing it out with her tongue. She pulls the cube out with her fingers, it's cold, and allows cool water to drip onto her lips and down her tiny upturned chin.
It's hot in Togusa's van. Erika does not dress for hot Ikebukuro summers, she dresses for air conditioned book stores, and she's certainly not dressed for the stuffy hot heat of Togusa's van.
"Karisawa-san," Yumasaki whines, his hoodie removed to reveal sweaty pale skin. It's almost pink, probably because of Yumasaki's mixed blood. "Stop hogging all the ice!"
Erika drops the melting icecube down the back of her shirt and shivers. It feels good, cold and wet sliding down her spine. She shakes the plastic cup in her left hand, it's marked with the golden arch of WcDonalds. "This ice, Yumacchi?"
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessss." Yumasaki whines. Both of them are really too old to be this petty, and too old to be this whiny, but they act like children at the best of times. Except there's nothing childish about the way Erika holds the piece of ice out to Yumasaki, trapped between her pointer and middle finger. O Yumasaki doesn't even bother look puzzled, he knows her too well, he opens his mouth and ducks his head, taking her chilled fingers into his hot mouth. The icecube melts quickly, it was not a very big piece, and soon it's just Karisawa's fingers Yumasaki is sucking on.
"Yumacchi." Erika undoes her high collar and then the few snaps that keep the top of her black dress fastened. Her dress falls open to reveal pale skin, shiny with sweat. She drops a piece of ice into her lacy black bra and shivers. "Fetch!"
It's hot in Togusa's van. Erika does not dress for hot Ikebukuro summers, she dresses for air conditioned book stores, and she's certainly not dressed for the stuffy hot heat of Togusa's van.
"Karisawa-san," Yumasaki whines, his hoodie removed to reveal sweaty pale skin. It's almost pink, probably because of Yumasaki's mixed blood. "Stop hogging all the ice!"
Erika drops the melting icecube down the back of her shirt and shivers. It feels good, cold and wet sliding down her spine. She shakes the plastic cup in her left hand, it's marked with the golden arch of WcDonalds. "This ice, Yumacchi?"
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessss." Yumasaki whines. Both of them are really too old to be this petty, and too old to be this whiny, but they act like children at the best of times. Except there's nothing childish about the way Erika holds the piece of ice out to Yumasaki, trapped between her pointer and middle finger. O Yumasaki doesn't even bother look puzzled, he knows her too well, he opens his mouth and ducks his head, taking her chilled fingers into his hot mouth. The icecube melts quickly, it was not a very big piece, and soon it's just Karisawa's fingers Yumasaki is sucking on.
"Yumacchi." Erika undoes her high collar and then the few snaps that keep the top of her black dress fastened. Her dress falls open to reveal pale skin, shiny with sweat. She drops a piece of ice into her lacy black bra and shivers. "Fetch!"
