Continuing The Cycle

I sit on the cough, crossing my arms. I groan softly, What the hell is she doing? I'm trying to put this behind us and she.. Ugh, I don't know what do with her right now. I just want to go to dinner and then forget this mess. I close my eyes and breathe out slowly. I open my eyes when I hear Sayaka's voice, "Kyouko?"

I open my eyes a little, staring at her through half open lids, "Yes, Sayaka?"

She crosses her arms loosely, "Um.. So.. A-are we good..?"

I tilt my head back, "Maybe. We'll see after dinner."

She frowns, then smiles at me. I can see from the look in her eyes that she's not done with me yet. To be honest, I'd rather stay home and show her who's boss, but.. She probably wouldn't appreciate that. She comes and sits beside me, "Are you going to get ready?"

I smirk at her, "I said pick me up at six, it's only around three or so.."

I put an arm around her, leaning close. Her face turns red and I kiss her. She kisses me back and I pull away, whispering in her ear, "So, let's kill some time."

I try to get over her, but she quickly pushes me back against the couch roughly. I frown lightly, "What the hell?"

She then climbs over me, straddling me, grinning, "We're killing time."

I smirk, "You think you're cute, don't you?"

She laughs softly, "Maybe."

I flip her, pressing her down into the couch. The look of surprise and annoyance on her face is hilarious. I pin her hands over her head, "Who said you were in charge?"

She grunts, throwing herself against me. I gasp as we both fall off the couch. She smirks at me as I'm the one being pinned now, "I did."

I chuckle lightly, "Are you that mad about me teasing you a few minutes ago?"

She leans down, inches from my face. She just smiles before she leans down a little more, kissing my neck softly. I gasp, as her hands run down my arms to my stomach. She sits up, pulling my shirt off. I don't fight her until the garment is off. Then I throw her off me, before getting back over her. I pull my hair down, chuckling, "My turn."

I get her shirt off effortlessly and run my hands slowly over her chest and stomach. She shivers, breathing heavily. I lean down and kiss her, putting a hand in her hair as I use my free hand to reach under her bra. She shivers and moans, kissing me back. She reaches up and unhooks my bra. I sit up and she giggles innocently, "Oops.."

I smile, shaking my head before allowing her to push me down so she can get over me again. She's never been this forceful to be in control, but then again, I don't really remember the last time we got intimate like this. She's been closed off, or I've been a jealous bitch; Either way, it's been too damn long. I guess letting her have her way every now and again isn't so bad.

I sit up, almost pulling her into my lap as I kiss her, wrapping my hands in her hair. She kisses me back, pushing me back onto the floor. I keep my hands in her hair as she grips my right breast, causing me to shudder. I feel her smile into the kiss at my reaction as her other hand dips into my pants. I grip her hair tighter, pulling it as my body tenses and I moan.


I stare into the mirror in my room as I tie my hair back up, frowning at the "fancy" dark purple knee length sleeveless dress Sayaka insists I wear. I turn and grin at her as she's sitting on my bed in her white blouse and navy blue skirt, putting black heels on. She looks up and smiles at me, "You look great,"

"You do realize I'm not putting heels on, right?" I smirk.

She rolls her eyes, "Yes, you are."

I turn to her fully, crossing my arms, "Gonna make me?"

She stands, putting her hands on her hips, "Please, stop acting like a two year old and just wear the shoes I picked out for you. We still have a thirty minute train ride to Tokyo. You don't want to make us late do you?"

I tilt my head, "When did you have time to make reservations anyway?"

Her expression turns from playfully annoyed to slight hurt, "I made it a few weeks ago, remember..?"

I rack my brain, but I don't remember her making any dinner reservations. I shake my head and she glares, "Do you even remember what June 26th is, Kyouko?"

Shit, I suck at remembering dates. Is it her birthday? No, that's sometime in January. It's not my birthday, so.. She takes me from my thoughts when a shoe comes flying at my face. I dodge the attack and Sayaka looks pissed, "I can't believe you!"

"Whoa, Sayaka.." I frown, I thought we were finally good again. Just great. She wipes tears from her face, "Whatever, just put the stupid shoes on so we can go."

She leaves the bedroom and I look after her. I sigh and pick up the high heel she threw at me. It's one of the shoes she bought for me. The very one I don't want to wear. I groan and go to my bed where the other shoe is waiting for me. These ugly black heels with crossed ribbons down the front from where my ankle is supposed to be. I put the shoes on then go to the living room, "Sayaka? I'm wearing the dumb shoes."

Sayaka is waiting at the door, holding her purse in one hand with her other hand on her hip. She's still glaring at me, "Ready?"

I cross my arms, frowning, "What's your problem? I'm wearing your dumb shoes."

"It's not about the shoes," she groans, opening the door and leaving the house, "Let's go."

I follow after her, "Then what is it about?"

She shakes her head, "You tell me."

She mutters under her breath, "Can't believe you forgot.."

We stand at the train station in awkward, angry silence as we wait for the train. She's texting on her phone and I roll my eyes, It's probably to her secret girlfriend Madoka. I mentally kick myself, Mami told me Sayaka isn't cheating on me. But then again, how does Mami know? Sayaka told her? Sayaka's lied to her before, who's to say she isn't lying about Madoka? I glare at the back of Sayaka's head, "Who're you texting?"

"None of your business." she snaps.

I clench my fists, eyes narrowing, "It most definitely is my business."

I try to grab her phone and she shoves me, "Knock it off, you're being childish!"

"I'm being childish?!" I scoff.

The train pulls up and Sayaka shoves her phone in her purse, "We'll talk about this later."

I growl, following her onto the train, "Using my own words against me?"

We sit down and she glares at me, "Why not? It's only yourself you listen to anyway."