Prey
Haku envied her.
She wondered what it was like to be young, and free. To wear loose clothes in the sunny weather, hair long, allowed to get grungy and not have to be trapped in the confines of a tight blouse and an uncomfortable skirt, every day, nine to five. That was only when she didn't have to go in early and stay late, which hadn't happened in a very, very long time.
The bus was always jam-packed, leaving Haku standing for the entirety of the ride. She supposed she should count her blessings: after all, she didn't get a chance to stand again until the end of her long day. Her schedule would leave no room for spontaneity, no chance to unwind.
Well, almost.
That girl, who always boarded at the same time, every day of Haku's work week, bearing only bus fare and her haughty saunter, changed everything. She was just so interesting: it seemed like there was a new cut or scrape on her every day, some new bandage from playing too hard. Often, she chose a spot near her. So fascinated Haku was by her proud display of scars and bruises that she was caught staring one morning, and quickly averted her gaze, face coloring in embarrassment. Just because her life was terribly boring didn't mean it wasn't rude to gawk.
The girl's chuckle signalled the end of Haku's uneventful days.
The first time, Haku was scared. Pressing into her back, the girl started slow, fleeting touches here and there, testing the flesh of the back of her thighs. Stifling her initial urge to react loudly, she whimpered and pulled her legs tight. It was hard not to respond, but worry made her keep her silence: who might see them, see her in such a compromising position? It was so crowded that even if anyone noticed, it wasn't very convenient to do anything about it. She squeezed her eyes shut, grasping the overhead support strap tighter and tighter, her other hand holding the hem of her skirt in a death grip. There wasn't much more that she could do than let her have her way.
As days went by, however, Haku couldn't tell if the reason she was keeping quiet was completely out of modesty. She couldn't help it, she told herself, it was natural to welcome a few minutes of danger to an otherwise bleak and monotone existence. Gradually, as much as she would hate to admit it, fear ebbed out and in flowed curiosity, anticipation, even. They were the few moments of life that she couldn't predict, and such nuances were something she was sadly very starved of.
The girl never did the exact same thing more than once. She played with pressure, working Haku for as close as she could come to a coveted vocal response, acclimating her to her touch. Her gloves were fingerless, chipped nails threatening to snag in her nylons and cause runs. Some days she'd move beyond her legs, hips pressing into her rear and holding her waist in her hands, sometimes untucking her blouse and grazing coarse fingertips around her naval. Other times she'd give her bra strap a quick snap or even stand on her tiptoes, pressing into her completely, and blow a little air by her ear and make the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
Haku didn't know what she did to warrant such attention, and occasionally she felt guilty for not making any real effort to stop it. Her only saving grace was that she never asked for any of it. The girl just happened to know what she needed and was gutsy enough to give it to her. Or maybe she could tell that she was a soft touch. It was probably some combination of the two.
Of course, trying to think, to reason it out was a difficult endeavor, especially with the girl's mouth presently following the arch of her neck. She wanted to melt, to just stop thinking, and lose herself to the girl's petting and licking, everything she did that Haku could experience nowhere else.
The girl was steadily getting bolder each time. Haku whimpered, on the verge of full-blown moans as the girl slid part of her blouse's collar back and began to nip the exposed flesh possessively. The combined stimulation of grazing teeth and wet tongue and slightly chapped lips had her breathing hard, knees wobbling together as arousal burned deep in her stomach. Fingers toyed with a lock of silvery hair as she continued, sliding her other hand over her stomach, brushing her inner thigh-
Haku knew she should stop her before it got too intimate, but something within was begging for it to not stop, and she knew it was the only call the girl planned on heeding. Her breath hitched as she felt fingers against her underwear; the slight shaking of the bus added an extra dimension of uncontrollable friction that the girl was riding out to its fullest potential. Haku was immensely grateful for the overhead support, because she was sure her knees would buckle at any moment.
She grit her teeth to try keeping her noises to a minimum, hissing as she checked out the window and noticed, with definite dread, that her stop was coming up. As if in protest, her thighs clenched tighter around the girl's hand, and the deepened contact had her upper body leaning forward, sending hips back into hips. The girl took advantage of the slightly lowered position to come forward and inhale deeply against her hair. If Haku hadn't been blushing wildly before, she certainly was now: the girl's enthusiasm was intoxicating, the way it felt like she wanted to take all of her in and would stop at nothing to do so.
The girl curled her fingers, nails perforating her nylons and pulling the slick panties to the side, beginning to circle her most needy area. Finally, Haku let go of a long-suppressed whimper. Her stop was approaching fast, and she desperately needed release. They had never gone so far before, but somehow they'd agreed on it without saying a word. Never before had she wanted something so badly; she was so close now, it was too much and not enough at once and she couldn't think right, she wanted more and she wanted it fast-
The bus screeched to a lurching halt to wait for someone who was running for the stop, and in her distracted state Haku was flung off her feet, twisting around as the girl tried to catch onto her, landing on her back and dragging the girl down with her. They couldn't have planned a more awkward landing: the girl's breasts ended up pressed into Haku's face, and when she sat up, she was very irately trying to pull a sticky piece of gum from her long, flaxen tresses, that had presumably escaped her mouth in the surprise of what happened. As if Haku's throat hadn't been enough to bite down on. She watched how the girl sighed in exasperation, fingers working carefully. Her face twisted in pain as she clawed it out and stood up, finally letting Haku get to her feet again as well. The girl regarded the gum with scrutiny before discreetly sticking it under a seat.
Haku realized that they'd garnered some attention from the other passengers, and her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. It felt like every spot of her throat the girl had given attention was visible, like somehow they might be able to tell just by looking all that they'd been doing. Her cheeks burned as the girl patted off her shorts and straightened out her too-small tank top: she wasn't wearing a bra, and Haku could tell. She couldn't tell, however, why she was so interested by it. That hot, shameful feeling colored her face again and she whipped around without another thought, for once forgetting to thank the bus driver as she disembarked at her stop and ran towards her office's building, hoping against hope that she wasn't late.
Upon entering, she stopped at the ladies' room before anything else to readjust her clothing and otherwise inspect her appearance. The fluorescent lighting truly highlighted the various purple and reddish bruises all over her throat. She ran her fingers over them, closing her eyes and remembering those sharp, possessive teeth for a few fleeting moments before blushing and remembering herself. She was late enough as it was, and there was no way she could be seen like this without hearing the end of it.
Haku left the washroom, pretending to rub her neck whenever she passed a coworker. As she contemplated a more permanent way to cover her bruised skin, she remembered the scarf she'd tucked in her bottom desk drawer for long, cold commutes in the winter. It would look a little suspicious in the middle of summer, but she might be able to get away with saying she had just come down with something. Rummaging through her drawer, she tugged the scarf out and wrapped it around her neck before heading to the emptied conference room for her daily cup of cheap coffee. However, there wasn't any to be seen, and the coffee pot was unplugged.
"No coffee today." Haku jumped with fright as she heard her boss's familiar sneer behind her. "I'm expecting someone later and I want it to be as fresh as possible for her. We're thinking of...merging companies." That was an interesting way of putting it. "Besides, you're running late."
"I-I'm very sorry, Ms. Megurine." Haku bowed her head and worried her bottom lip with her teeth. Luka had always given her more attention than was par for the course in working beneath her.
In one way or another.
"Is this new? What a cute scarf." Haku couldn't hide a flinch as she took one end of the fabric in her hand. Sarcasm clung to every one of her exaggeratedly long vowels.
"Oh, I just-" She swallowed, "I've not been-well, I'm just, I might be coming down with something-"
"So you decided to come to work to infect the rest of us?"
"N-No, no, I mean, I wanted to...to nip it in the bud, I've just had s-some chills-" Luka cut her off with an inane, bubbly giggle, stepping closer and backing Haku into the counter until she was holding the edge in her hands defensively. She glanced over her shoulder before running her hands up her waist, drawing forth a terrified and very honest shiver from Haku.
"You should've informed me sooner." Luka chastised silkily, "You know I'd be too happy to..." she brushed her thumbs over the fullest part of Haku's breasts before squeezing the taut protrusions that had remained after her eventful bus trip. Haku winced and looked away, thoroughly humiliated. "...nip your buds. And besides, for someone with chills, that skirt is awfully short." She slapped her hand against Haku's backside and squeezed her firmly before backing off and sashaying towards the door. "Back to work now, Haku."
Once Luka was gone, she remembered to breathe, collecting herself and heading back out to take her seat. The stale, corporate air from the conference room gave way to a more familiar, earthily pleasant fragrance wafting through the nearby open window. She tried to get to work, but her mind drifted to what she'd been so acutely reminded of.
Sighing and leaning against her desk, she replayed the events of her morning again and again. Every time, it felt like she could feel it a little clearer, those fleeting minutes leading up to their fall. The way the girl smelled, like the outdoors and sunlight, candy breath over her cheek. Haku's thoughts shifted to the fall itself, being caught beneath her slim, athletic frame.
"Are you working hard or hardly working?" Haku jumped, thoroughly flustered as Luka seemingly materialized behind her. "Oh, this won't do, it'll antagonize your condition..." Luka walked to the window and slid it back in place.
"Y-You don't have t-to-" She'd already clicked the latch shut. Haku held her tongue as Luka regarded her, calculating.
"Are you too warm now?" She chuckled and approached, placing her hand on her shoulder, fusing her to her chair. Haku was a deer in headlights. "You're a little high-maintenance aren't you? Maybe we should take this off-" She brushed her fingers beneath the scarf again, Haku grimacing as she pulled it off. "...Well. It looks like despite being late, you had a busy morning."
"N-No, I-"
"Who's the lucky little bitch?"
She wanted to remind her that this was a work environment, that it was really none of her business, but she couldn't find the right words.
"It-It's not-"
"Oh yes it is." Luka's tone was suddenly dangerous, "because I know for a fact that I've scared all the menfolk away from you. Which I've been pretty patient in waiting for a thank you for, by the way." Haku swallowed, sensing she wanted more than just words. "But how am I supposed to stay in such a generous mood when you're letting some saucy little wench feel you up?" She definitely sounded angrier. "Maybe if your enormous tits didn't look like they were about to burst from your shirt you wouldn't have this problem." She snapped, heels clicking against the floor as she walked away haughtily, "Try and do something about it."
The workday dragged on, seemingly without end as the sun set and she continued working late into the night. Haku was used to being made to work overtime, staying long after everyone sans Luka had left the office. Even though she was only on the third floor, she felt so high above the ground, so distant from the rest of the world, darkness settling around the solitary lights of her tiny desklamp and her computer screen.
Miserably, she tried to steel herself, to get to work, but the sudden blare of the phone ringing noisily on her desk had her jumping a mile and scrambling to pick it up with a sleepy greeting.
"Wakey-wakey!" Luka's voice was bright and chipper. "My guest is on her way. Please wait by the door and show her up to my office when she arrives."
"Y-Yes Ms. Megurine." Hanging up the receiver, Haku rubbed her eyes wearily and stood, wobbling towards the elevator. She tried to work the buttons, forgetting for a moment that the elevator was closed after normal hours...and that Luka had the key. Abandoning the idea, she continued her sluggish hobble towards the stairs, making it down one flight. When she was about to turn the next corner, she ran right into a security guard she did not recognize.
"Ah! I'm so, so sorry-" Haku tried to straighten up, stumbling terribly in her fatigue. The security guard steadied her again and smiled down at her understandingly; it was only then that Haku realized how incredibly tall she was. "-I-I didn't realize anyone else was working this late." She mumbled feverishly.
"Oh no. I'm coming for Luka." The woman chuckled. "Or rather, she's coming for me."
"H-Huh?"
"Nothing. Here, allow me." She knelt and swooped an arm beneath Haku's legs, carrying her bridal-style. "You don't appear to be in any condition to get back up the stairs."
Haku colored and struggled weakly. "O-Oh no please, I'll be okay-"
"It's fine. I'm used to doing all the work." She winked.
"What's going on here?" Haku's stomach turned over as Luka met them halfway through the hall. She could practically feel her eyes boring into her body.
"I couldn't help myself-" Luka tapped her foot as the woman addressed her, a casual lilt in her voice. "-from...getting up here to see you, of course. I see you had similar intentions?"
Luka looked positively murderous for a moment before her mouth broke into a sudden, splendorous smile. "You're so sweet, Ruko, as always. Why don't you let me walk Haku back to her desk?"
Ruko set Haku on her feet, and Luka made a great show of putting her arm around her waist and holding her hand, until they rounded the corner with Haku's workspace. Luka shoved her back against the wall menacingly.
"What do you think you're doing?" She hissed. "If I catch you playing damsel in distress with my date again you'll have more than your job to worry about losing." Without even waiting for a response, she let go and left her to her own devices. Haku could hear the peal of her delighted, girlish giggle as she reunited with Ruko and stole away into her office, all but imagine her twirling a lock of pink in her fingers as they whispered between themselves.
She glanced out the window again, finding herself with thoughts of blonde hair with gum stuck in it instead. Haku sighed, wanting to go home, so she could be on the way to work again the next morning. Loud noises from Luka's office jarred her from her thoughts: it didn't help that it was adjacent to one of the walls of Haku's workspace. A dull, consistent banging sound against the wall mingled with some obnoxiously loud moaning.
"Ohh yes, Ruko! Gimme your nightstick...o-ohh, r-right there!"
"Keep up like that and I'll have to arrest you for disturbing the peace, missy!"
"Ahaha...maybe I want to be arrested-ahhhn! G-God yes-"
Haku's face went bright pink again, and she was just about to box her ears in embarrassment when she heard a light flicking noise against the window closest to her. She blinked, uncertain as to whether she'd imagined it, but sure enough, just a few seconds later, she heard it once more. Eyes wary, she watched the window; a small pebble came soaring up from somewhere, hitting the pane audibly. Curious, Haku went to the window, pressing her hands on either side of her eyes. Trying to focus in the inky darkness of night, she looked down and saw an unmistakably brilliant shine of golden hair.
The girl was standing right there, smiling up at her coquettishly.
Now wide-awake, Haku looked behind herself before quickly turning her attention back to the window. This was the first time she'd seen her at such a late hour. She exhaled, fogging up the glass with her breath, and thought carefully before tracing a backwards question-mark with her fingertip. The girl regarded her nonchalantly, hands in her pockets, before beckoning her with a tilt of her chin. She wanted her to come down.
To stop working.
To leave early, essentially.
Haku hesitated for a moment: Luka's temper could be very unforgiving, and she wasn't sure whether or not leaving would aggravate things.
Another loud slam from her office, followed by escalating moans and whimpers, and Haku was convinced she wouldn't be missed. She scrambled to gather her work and shut down her computer: if she was going to leave, she'd better do it quick before she changed her mind. Glancing out the window one last time to make sure she was still there, Haku switched off the light and made her way outside.
The moment she breathed in the fresh, night air, she could feel her tensions easing, inhibitions loosening their chokehold on her. Haku saw her, reclined casually across the bus stop seat. The girl was nibbling what looked to be a lollipop, the stick end fidgeting between her lips. The wheeze of the last bus of the night coming up the hill reached Haku's ears, and she quickened her pace to make it in time. Her loud shoes announced her arrival, the girl sitting up quickly and meeting her stare with catty eyes of amber. The bus doors opened, and she shot Haku a winsome grin as she gestured graciously towards it, following close behind as she boarded.
Haku could tell she was the type to finish what she started.
A/N: Hey! Rest assured I've still been writing, I just get scattered sometimes, but at least I finally got this chapter done~. Poor Haku! And just in case anyone thinks otherwise, I really love Luka and Ruko, despite my making the former a bit bitchy. This fic was inspired by the Neru cover of Panda Hero, there was a really nice picture of her and it sent my imagination wild. XD Anyways, I hope you stick around for the ending, thank you so much for reading and I'd love if you left a review!
