Author's Note: Since there's not enough Aisha/Rena fanfics out here on this website, I thought I'd write a third story dedicated to the ship; but this time, it's a series! This is intended to be mostly filled with drabbles, but keep in mind that I did actually come up with a plotline for this, so if it comes down to it, I can always whip out an actual story to go along with this if it's needed or if I just get bored with writing little short stories about these two dorks living in a college dorm room. There's also gonna be some high school flashbacks, so that'll be even more fun XD

Anyways, enjoy!

"Yeah! Take that, motherfucker!"

Rena mashed the keys of her black controller, head down and her eyes glued to the screen in front of her.

It was 6:29PM, precisely the afternoon and slowly approaching evening. As it was late spring, the sun was somehow still up in the sky, casting its soft yet equally blinding rays over the landscape of Velder University. The temperature was still quite nice outside, but no tired, underslept student would be willing to leave their dorm room past 5PM with several hours worth of homework and little to no social life. Aisha was shocked sometimes at how Rena managed to maintain a friendly disposition with all of her fellow classmates, despite all of the essays and projects she had to work on, as well as the massive amounts of gaming she put into her schedule as well.

Their dorm room was only somewhat neat; and as much cleaning as Aisha tried to do while Rena was away in class, it was obvious that the room was very much lived in. Even after picking up every candy wrapper and paper plate off the floor, there was always still a bag of chips or a few cans of soda that had been ignored, left alone to fend for themselves on the carpet. The bed was almost never made, because frankly, neither of them cared; and everything else in the room probably required more sweeping than anything else, because a thin layer of dust was slowly starting to cover every inch of furniture present.

Aisha sighed. She was currently at her desk, seated on a big heavy-duty swivel chair, her legs pulled underneath her butt. Even with her fascinating laptop screen situated right in front of her, Rena's fun was slowly getting too distracting.

"Ha hah! Sucker!" Rena yelled in triumph.

"Will you keep it down?!" Aisha demanded, her voice raised and as exasperated as ever. "I'm trying to concentrate and you're not helping."

"Gimme a break, I'm on the last level!" Rena suddenly quieted a moment, eyes narrowed, focusing more on the game. She was sitting on the floor right beside

Aisha's desk, in front of the little flat-screen TV set up on the ground. Her long blond hair was down, greasy and unwashed, and her makeup not removed, the sweat on her forehead slowly starting to melt off parts of her foundation. She had thrown off her cute and girly outfit in exchange for a loose muscle tank top showing each side of her black lacy bra, and a pair of loose booty shorts that revealed every bit of leg she had.

Aisha rolled her eyes and turned her chair back to her laptop, slowly starting to type again. She was busy doing work for her new full-time job and it had to be done by tomorrow. Even if Rena was being annoying, that wouldn't stop her from completing what she had to do to get their money for the week.

"Yes... Yes... Yes, yes, yes! YES! FUCK YEAH!" Rena threw her arms up to the sky and her controller went with them, as she cheered and celebrated for her obvious victory.

"It appears you won," Aisha muttered under her breath.

"Thank God I did, I've been trying to beat that boss for the past week." Rena retrieved her fallen controller and started pressing buttons again, but less violently as she had before her win.

"Shouldn't you be doing your homework?" Aisha asked.

Rena laughed awkwardly. "Shiiiiiiiiit. You had to remind me, didn't you?"

"Seriously, Rena?!" Aisha turned to her, incredulous.

"Calm down, I'm gonna start now, okay? Jeez..." Rena put down her controller and turned the TV off, before flopping back on to the floor. "I have a lot more stuff due tomorrow anyway, I should probably have gotten on to it sooner."

"Then get on with it," Aisha replied, starting to type again.

There was a pause, but then Rena stood up slowly, taking a few steps over to the swivel chair where Aisha sat. She was quiet, but Aisha felt Rena put her hands casually on each arm of the chair, leaning over, locks of her hair falling over the edge. "Hey..." she said, "do you know what would reeeeeeaaaaaally help me?" Suddenly she was leaning in even closer now, her warm breath on Aisha's head, her soft hair landing on her back, her large chest inching closer to Aisha's line of vision.

"Get your boobs out of my face," Aisha said shortly.

"...If you would do that thing that you did in high school." There was a seductive edge to Rena's voice, only sounding that way when she was feeling especially horny. Her arms went around Aisha's arm and shoulders and she pushed her chin to the side of Aisha's head, her breasts nudging Aisha's back suggestively. Aisha groaned.

"Remember?" Rena murmured.

Aisha directed her hands up through Rena's arms and towards her ribs, giving them a light pinch. Rena, surprised, let out a high-pitched giggle, and her arms retracted immediately, wrapping themselves around herself. Aisha smiled out of amusement. "I knew you were sensitive somewhere," she laughed.

Rena furrowed her brows and her lips made an immature pout. "God, Aisha, you're so mean," she whined. Then suddenly, there was a spark in her eyes, and she grinned evilly. "Was that an invitation for you to be tickled?" she asked intuitively.

Aisha's smile disappeared in seconds. "Oh God no."

Soooo, that was it! Liked it? Hated it? Leave a review on your opinion! Helps me out a lot, it really does. The next chapter will either come out tomorrow or in a year, there's no in-between for these kinds of things. But either way, thanks for reading!