[AN: So, these are all just prompt fills I did for the Princess Tutu kink meme (.). Check it out! There are still lots of requests that haven't been filled, and of course you can request things as well. I'll be posting things up here as I finish them, in the order that I finish them ... and whenever I get around to it. XD;;
This is a fill for the prompt "Ahiru/Rue, breathplay + erotic torture."]
Light-headed. That was it. The word for ... for ... for her head. No, wait, that didn't-
Ahiru choked on a squeal and started to cough, but she had to stop because it made her chest hurt. And because Rue glared, and that could only mean stop. Ahiru clutched the barre with white-knuckled fingers, her whole body shaking like a wind-battered reed.
"I said concentrate." Rue's eyes bore into her, cold for such a warm color. Was it-was it really Rue, or was it-?
No, Rue was definitely Rue, the Rue who was her friend, the Rue who was helping her right now! Ahiru really didn't want to be dropped to the probationary class again, and Rue had agreed to help her practice even though it had seemed like Rue didn't want to be her friend any more, so-so-so-!
But this was ... kind of weird for practice, wasn't it?
Rue's leg was between both of hers, their tights almost rough against each other. Ahiru wondered if you could rip tights just by rubbing them together, if the burning between her legs meant that, meant something was going to break.
She wondered too how she was supposed to move, with Rue pressed up against her so close. The barre dug painfully into Ahiru's back. How could you dance if you couldn't move?
Just like she knew what Ahiru was thinking, Rue's voice came clear and soft into her ear with the answer. "If you can't even concentrate on your own breath, you'll never be able to concentrate on your muscles. You have to know everything, to control it."
Rue ... really knew everything, didn't she? Everything about dancing. Ahiru thought maybe she might know more if her head wasn't so ... so light right now. But she understood, and gave the barest of nods, moving her head as much as she could with Rue's hand pressed against her throat like that.
With a small smile that sent flutters off in Ahiru's stomach and almost made her choke and cough again, Rue lowered her hand. Air stale from entrapment rushed out of Ahiru's lungs all at once, and she felt empty for a moment, empty but for the aching heat still between her legs, before it flooded back in. Her head flopped back against the mirror, and she was about to exhale when Rue shoved her back again. Ahiru's head smacked against the mirror and the barre sent a sharp twinge up her spine, but in front everything was soft and warm. Rue's arms enveloped her, too tight.
"No. Concentrate."
So Ahiru did, her whole body taut with breath she absolutely could not allow to leave her.