a/n: Considering my latest interest in SP, I figured it was about time to write some fanfiction. I adore the Yaya x Tsubomi pairing, so here's me giving my hand at it. Hopefully fellow shippers will enjoy it as well :) I'm sorry this first chapter's rather short...if I get some reviews, I'll keep going with this as soon as possible.
Things that are pink and black
They had reached this point many times over.
It would start with an argument about something or other, which lead to some tasteless name-calling and put-downs, which led further to a strange but burning sexual tension that ended in a mess of pink and black tangled up in one another, pale skin to pale skin. They were the epitome of dysfunction. They hated each other but to some degree needed each other.
And they did this dance every day.
"Leaving already, neh?" Yaya chided. She laid naked in the bed they had just shared with something of a smirk on her lips, surrounded by the aroma of sex. A sheet lay draped over her hips. Yaya looked on as the younger Spican, who was illuminated only by the light of a small candle, was fumbling about the room, searching for her discarded clothes in nothing but a pair of very short-shorts and a bra.
"Why would I stay?" Tsubomi shot back. Yaya, with her over indulgent eyes watched Tsubomi like a hungry lionness stalking her prey. "And stop looking at me like that! I swear, you are the biggest pervert I have ever met."
The smirk on the older girl's face grew. "I've seen you in much more comprimising positions than this, Tsubomi-chan."
Tsubomi was all too quickly reminded of their so recently committed deeds. Images of their sin slithered into her consciousness, vivid and taunting. She could practically feel Yaya's tongue in all the places in had just been, and could hardly breathe when struck with the memory of what exactly had made her toes curl and tremble furiously with pleasure.
A dark blush surfaced in the younger girl's cheeks, in spite of herself. She slipped into her pajama shirt, then chimed in the same tone as her elder, "I won't come back if you keep picking on me, Yaya senpai."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Tsubomi turned to face Yaya, silently praying from some sort of reaction. Tsubomi knew well enough that the raven haired girl hated to be alone and hated even more the threat of it. For a fleeting moment, she thought she saw a look of defeat on Yaya's face, that was quickly masked by a typical Yaya grin.
"But you always do." She replied.
Yaya seized that moment and sat up abruptly on the bed, propped on her knees in order to reach for the front of Tsubomi's shirt. The pink haired Spican was yanked forward and soon enough their lips mashed together in a firm kiss. Just as quickly the kiss had ended. Tsubomi's lifeless hands rested over Yaya's chest.
The younger girl was blushing once again, too dazed to utter a reply.
"That's what I thought." Yaya declared, daunting a triumphant smile.
Tsubomi snapped out of her sublime state and huffed, moving her hands away from the other as soon as she realized where they had been resting. She backed a good distance away from the propped up Yaya, heading towards the door. "I truly loathe you senpai. Goodnight!" And with a swift bang, the girl had left.
Satisfied, Yaya fell back into the warmth of her bed and slid under her sheets, smiling as she drifted into slumber. The older girl was unaware of Tsubomi's momentary presence at the other side of the door. And night after night, she remained unaware still. The pink-haired girl always made sure to leave Yaya's room as quickly as possible, despite the aching in her chest that begged her to stay the night. Then she'd stand with her back to the door, contemplating each night if she had done the right thing. And each night, she knew that she had.
She knew that she had to.