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caithion'sThe Sweetest Thing
"Where is she?" Osaka says, looking around.
"Sumiyoshi wanted to do one more run," Mochida says, sitting on the bench. She wipes her forehead with the back of her wrist and takes another drink from her bottle.
Osaka frowns. "She'll wear herself out before the game," she says.
Mochida shrugs. Who can tell her anything?
Osaka resist the urge to roll her eyes. "I'll get her," she says.
She can heat the regular pounding of feet running around the gym and hear Sumiyoshi breathing hard, but she's completely unprepared when she opens the door, enters the gym and Sumiyoshi crashes into her, knocking her to the gym floor.
Sumiyoshi lands on her, heavy enough to leave Osaka winded, her open mouth against the collar of Sumiyoshi's T-shirt.
"Ow," Sumiyoshi says, lifting her head, pushing herself up on her arms like a press-up. "Osaka-senpai! Sorry, I was--"Her tongue slips out to prod at her lip. "I think I split my lip," she says. Her hair is stuck to the side of her face, and she's red with exercise and the beginning of embarrassment.
"You should be more careful," Osaka says, getting up on her elbows.
"Are you okay?" Sumiyoshi asks. Osaka wants to ask if she's concerned for her team-mate or for Osaka, or if she doesn't see the difference, but doesn't. It would be petty, and while Osaka is petty on occasion, it would also be stupid. She hates being stupid.
It's one of the issues she has with Sumiyoshi, who is stupid, or blind, and somehow makes it work. Sumiyoshi hasn't moved off of her yet, and her lip is red, a little swollen and bleeding slightly. A little like she's wearing make-up, only not like that at all.
"Osaka-san?" Sumiyoshi looks a little worried and she's starting to shift away and Osaka is-- not angry, but suddenly, deeply *annoyed* with her. So she reaches forwards, grabs Sumiyoshi and pulls her down, kissing her.
Without thinking about it, without even quite understanding what she's doing until her mind catches up a second later, and fails entirely to stop her. Instead, it runs a commentary, pointing out how strange it is that this doesn't feel odd, because Sumiyoshi is a girl. This should be more different than it is, different shape, different taste and even smell, but... but her body is familiar. The shape of it, muscles and calluses and bruises, is so familiar, is something Osaka grew up with, even if she lost it for a few years.
Short nails and strong fingers, and so focussed on volleyball that she's completely oblivious to everything else. Osaka is probably the first person to ever kiss her, and it shows, awkward and appealing and frustrating. She can feel the bump where she split her lip.
Osaka pushes up her T-shirt, one hand on her back and one moving up her stomach to the bottom of her bra, and Osaka would probably smack any boy that moved this fast with her. Her skin is hot, still flushed with exertion.
Sumiyoshi isn't moving, and Osaka bites her lip, then pulls back and further back, sliding along so she's sitting with her legs stretched out. Sumiyoshi has jerked back and is sitting, leaning back and one hand touching her lip.
"Why did you...?" Sumiyoshi says.
"Because I wanted to," Osaka says, which is really the only reason and doesn't explain anything.
"I'm a girl," Sumiyoshi says, as if Osaka hadn't noticed, or had just forgotten.
She laughs without meaning to. "Yes, I know."
"You like Haibuki," Sumiyoshi says, then again with more certainty. "You still like him." Said like that is a fact, and like it should explain things, easy as that.
Osaka looks at her and she's smiling again, even though she didn't mean to. "You-- you always make everything so *simple*," she says.
End.
caithion'sThe Sweetest Thing"Where is she?" Osaka says, looking around.
"Sumiyoshi wanted to do one more run," Mochida says, sitting on the bench. She wipes her forehead with the back of her wrist and takes another drink from her bottle.
Osaka frowns. "She'll wear herself out before the game," she says.
Mochida shrugs. Who can tell her anything?
Osaka resist the urge to roll her eyes. "I'll get her," she says.
She can heat the regular pounding of feet running around the gym and hear Sumiyoshi breathing hard, but she's completely unprepared when she opens the door, enters the gym and Sumiyoshi crashes into her, knocking her to the gym floor.
Sumiyoshi lands on her, heavy enough to leave Osaka winded, her open mouth against the collar of Sumiyoshi's T-shirt.
"Ow," Sumiyoshi says, lifting her head, pushing herself up on her arms like a press-up. "Osaka-senpai! Sorry, I was--"Her tongue slips out to prod at her lip. "I think I split my lip," she says. Her hair is stuck to the side of her face, and she's red with exercise and the beginning of embarrassment.
"You should be more careful," Osaka says, getting up on her elbows.
"Are you okay?" Sumiyoshi asks. Osaka wants to ask if she's concerned for her team-mate or for Osaka, or if she doesn't see the difference, but doesn't. It would be petty, and while Osaka is petty on occasion, it would also be stupid. She hates being stupid.
It's one of the issues she has with Sumiyoshi, who is stupid, or blind, and somehow makes it work. Sumiyoshi hasn't moved off of her yet, and her lip is red, a little swollen and bleeding slightly. A little like she's wearing make-up, only not like that at all.
"Osaka-san?" Sumiyoshi looks a little worried and she's starting to shift away and Osaka is-- not angry, but suddenly, deeply *annoyed* with her. So she reaches forwards, grabs Sumiyoshi and pulls her down, kissing her.
Without thinking about it, without even quite understanding what she's doing until her mind catches up a second later, and fails entirely to stop her. Instead, it runs a commentary, pointing out how strange it is that this doesn't feel odd, because Sumiyoshi is a girl. This should be more different than it is, different shape, different taste and even smell, but... but her body is familiar. The shape of it, muscles and calluses and bruises, is so familiar, is something Osaka grew up with, even if she lost it for a few years.
Short nails and strong fingers, and so focussed on volleyball that she's completely oblivious to everything else. Osaka is probably the first person to ever kiss her, and it shows, awkward and appealing and frustrating. She can feel the bump where she split her lip.
Osaka pushes up her T-shirt, one hand on her back and one moving up her stomach to the bottom of her bra, and Osaka would probably smack any boy that moved this fast with her. Her skin is hot, still flushed with exertion.
Sumiyoshi isn't moving, and Osaka bites her lip, then pulls back and further back, sliding along so she's sitting with her legs stretched out. Sumiyoshi has jerked back and is sitting, leaning back and one hand touching her lip.
"Why did you...?" Sumiyoshi says.
"Because I wanted to," Osaka says, which is really the only reason and doesn't explain anything.
"I'm a girl," Sumiyoshi says, as if Osaka hadn't noticed, or had just forgotten.
She laughs without meaning to. "Yes, I know."
"You like Haibuki," Sumiyoshi says, then again with more certainty. "You still like him." Said like that is a fact, and like it should explain things, easy as that.
Osaka looks at her and she's smiling again, even though she didn't mean to. "You-- you always make everything so *simple*," she says.
End.
