Dunno why these got angsty
Sugary marmalades and sweet creams, moist fluffy cake and fingers dancing across trembling thighs, thats what Appreciation Day is made of.
It used to be simply- cake, gossip, laughing. But then as the boys got busier and busier and the housework got lonlier and lonlier, it became a slumber party as well. And then, when it came out that this was all really a mafia-she laughs now to think she once believed 'sumo'- and it became dangerous to even be around it all, it became something else entirely.
Broken hearts and corrupted dreams, bitter boy secrets and two girls tired of all the lies, that's what Appreciation Day is made of. The cake has gone stale in the corner with a plate of half eaten cookies, and Haru's hair is spilling over her shoulders like chocolate, curling around her plump little curves called breasts. She's still only an A-cup, but she started wearing push ups recently to try to make the boys notice her more. Kyoko was there to help her pick one out. Her flushed skin is imprinted from the harsh underwire and lace. Did they notice, Kyoko wonders, and she presses her hot lips over one of her cinnamon colored nipples. Haru lets out a low, grateful sound, and her palms are calloused from scrubbing dishes, from picking weeds. They're warm and they're dedicated, running across the blonde's back to unclasp her bra. The sensation they leave behind makes Kyoko feel warm, makes her lips move hard and fast as she lets that warmness bubble up and out, kissing Haru's body. The boys don't appreciate them, so they have to appreciate eachother. She thinks Haru is beautiful.
They aren't gentle, but they aren't hard with eachother. Both of them are tired of dishonesty, of running around the bush, but they're also so very tired of being hurt. Haru's hands will be soft sometimes, tugging off Kyoko's panties, but other times she's strangely harsh, her head dipped down and eyes watery, fingers prying between her friend's legs and rubbing her until she's soaking wet and her lips are dry from crying out.
Haru cries sometimes because it's not Tsuna who is thrusting into her, but a warm, gelatineous strap on, but Kyoko never takes it to heart because the way her eyes sparkle and the tears fade like the rising sun evaporating everything- when Kyoko kisses her- is enough to convince her that she's- Haru- they have something that their relationship with Tsuna could never have been.
Seduction is a two way street. You could say that this was really all Gamma's fault, here, for the kind smiles, the way his eyes lingered far too long, the way he would let his hands rest so firm and reassuringly on her petite shoulders. The way that he didn't protest when Uni, blushing, her smiling lips crooning conspiratorially into his ear as she departed-'I love you just like my mother did.'
A young girl who lost her mother recently, and the handsome man with the finely arching eyebrows, the suave hands that smoothed back his rich blonde hair, the cocky smile that spoke tones of confidence and casualty, of promises. It's only natural she's develope a crush. It's only natural that she'd want arms around her. He took advantage of her, really, seducing her like that.
But seduction is a two way street. And Gamma was not the one who made Uni slip into his room, breathy and flushing with timid excitement, peeling away her sweat drenched nighty to expose her teenage body.
Gamma is the one, though, who wide eyed and stumbling over himself still weighted down with sleep and dreams of dead women and wine, tries to push her away. He hits the headboard, Uni presses herself down onto one of his thighs. He can feel her, petite and burning and damp. Her heartbeat's there, right on his thigh, on that tingling, humid spot that burns like a kiss from a different set of lips but feels like a stigma.
Uni is the one who lifts his heavy hands, warm and still too old for her, too large for her pretty little face that- is so so so much like Aria- smiles when she guides his fingers around her breasts, arches herself into it, and laughs when Gamma, ashamed, begins to get hard inside of his pajama pants.
Seduction is a two way street, and you could say this was all really Gamma's fault. But it's Uni who silences his doubts with her kiss, a kiss that is still sloppy and inexperienced even though her eyes are so very old when she tells him not to be afraid. It's Uni who touches him through his pants, presses his fingertips between her legs, sighing, and it's Uni who pulls him ontop of her, the bed springs squealing with the inevitability of mistake, and tells him to do the unthinkable.
It's Gamma who cringes at how tight and small she is, inside. It's Uni who moans and pulls him deeper. It's Gamma who finds himself sweating in guilt and fear. It's Uni who brushes his hair back and strokes his face. It's Gamma who closes his eyes when Uni arches her back, breasts rolling from the force, and plunges herself downward onto him over and over. It's Uni who coaxes his face close enough to kiss him, and asks him to look at her. It's Gamma who caves into lust, swept away by Uni's wiles, and finally drives himself in, kissing her rosy throat and turning her body taut and sheening with sweat as he pinches here, rubs there, pushes like that. It's Uni who smiles to herself, feeling like she's won something, and comes with a shuddering cry, spilling around him as he plunges one last time with a groan.
Seduction is a two way street. Both ways are a dead end, however. Because they are both tangled in eachother's arms, feeling so very full and yet so very empty.
It used to be simply- cake, gossip, laughing. But then as the boys got busier and busier and the housework got lonlier and lonlier, it became a slumber party as well. And then, when it came out that this was all really a mafia-she laughs now to think she once believed 'sumo'- and it became dangerous to even be around it all, it became something else entirely.
Broken hearts and corrupted dreams, bitter boy secrets and two girls tired of all the lies, that's what Appreciation Day is made of. The cake has gone stale in the corner with a plate of half eaten cookies, and Haru's hair is spilling over her shoulders like chocolate, curling around her plump little curves called breasts. She's still only an A-cup, but she started wearing push ups recently to try to make the boys notice her more. Kyoko was there to help her pick one out. Her flushed skin is imprinted from the harsh underwire and lace. Did they notice, Kyoko wonders, and she presses her hot lips over one of her cinnamon colored nipples. Haru lets out a low, grateful sound, and her palms are calloused from scrubbing dishes, from picking weeds. They're warm and they're dedicated, running across the blonde's back to unclasp her bra. The sensation they leave behind makes Kyoko feel warm, makes her lips move hard and fast as she lets that warmness bubble up and out, kissing Haru's body. The boys don't appreciate them, so they have to appreciate eachother. She thinks Haru is beautiful.
They aren't gentle, but they aren't hard with eachother. Both of them are tired of dishonesty, of running around the bush, but they're also so very tired of being hurt. Haru's hands will be soft sometimes, tugging off Kyoko's panties, but other times she's strangely harsh, her head dipped down and eyes watery, fingers prying between her friend's legs and rubbing her until she's soaking wet and her lips are dry from crying out.
Haru cries sometimes because it's not Tsuna who is thrusting into her, but a warm, gelatineous strap on, but Kyoko never takes it to heart because the way her eyes sparkle and the tears fade like the rising sun evaporating everything- when Kyoko kisses her- is enough to convince her that she's- Haru- they have something that their relationship with Tsuna could never have been.
Seduction is a two way street. You could say that this was really all Gamma's fault, here, for the kind smiles, the way his eyes lingered far too long, the way he would let his hands rest so firm and reassuringly on her petite shoulders. The way that he didn't protest when Uni, blushing, her smiling lips crooning conspiratorially into his ear as she departed-'I love you just like my mother did.'
A young girl who lost her mother recently, and the handsome man with the finely arching eyebrows, the suave hands that smoothed back his rich blonde hair, the cocky smile that spoke tones of confidence and casualty, of promises. It's only natural she's develope a crush. It's only natural that she'd want arms around her. He took advantage of her, really, seducing her like that.
But seduction is a two way street. And Gamma was not the one who made Uni slip into his room, breathy and flushing with timid excitement, peeling away her sweat drenched nighty to expose her teenage body.
Gamma is the one, though, who wide eyed and stumbling over himself still weighted down with sleep and dreams of dead women and wine, tries to push her away. He hits the headboard, Uni presses herself down onto one of his thighs. He can feel her, petite and burning and damp. Her heartbeat's there, right on his thigh, on that tingling, humid spot that burns like a kiss from a different set of lips but feels like a stigma.
Uni is the one who lifts his heavy hands, warm and still too old for her, too large for her pretty little face that- is so so so much like Aria- smiles when she guides his fingers around her breasts, arches herself into it, and laughs when Gamma, ashamed, begins to get hard inside of his pajama pants.
Seduction is a two way street, and you could say this was all really Gamma's fault. But it's Uni who silences his doubts with her kiss, a kiss that is still sloppy and inexperienced even though her eyes are so very old when she tells him not to be afraid. It's Uni who touches him through his pants, presses his fingertips between her legs, sighing, and it's Uni who pulls him ontop of her, the bed springs squealing with the inevitability of mistake, and tells him to do the unthinkable.
It's Gamma who cringes at how tight and small she is, inside. It's Uni who moans and pulls him deeper. It's Gamma who finds himself sweating in guilt and fear. It's Uni who brushes his hair back and strokes his face. It's Gamma who closes his eyes when Uni arches her back, breasts rolling from the force, and plunges herself downward onto him over and over. It's Uni who coaxes his face close enough to kiss him, and asks him to look at her. It's Gamma who caves into lust, swept away by Uni's wiles, and finally drives himself in, kissing her rosy throat and turning her body taut and sheening with sweat as he pinches here, rubs there, pushes like that. It's Uni who smiles to herself, feeling like she's won something, and comes with a shuddering cry, spilling around him as he plunges one last time with a groan.
Seduction is a two way street. Both ways are a dead end, however. Because they are both tangled in eachother's arms, feeling so very full and yet so very empty.