Chapter 28
OXFORD PT. 3
AKKO
The way Diana stared into Akko's eyes while she moved inside her was driving her wild. Akko's tongue darted out of her mouth, wetting her dry lips
Diana was holding her tight in one arm, curling over her. Akko clutched Diana's shoulder blades, feeling the muscles roll and tense beneath the soft skin with each thrust of her arm. She felt like she was looking through a fog as she stared into unwavering blue. The blonde's lips were slightly parted, quiet gasps rolling against the roof of her mouth. There was the hint of a smile—one that made Akko's chest swell with affection while also getting more turned on—that twitched every time Akko's eyes rolled back with a moan. Waves of platinum blonde hair fell around the other girl's pale face, tickling Akko's chest as it brushed against the bare skin.
Akko hadn't known what to expect. Pain, maybe? She'd heard a lot about pain. Not that it was the reason she was scared—she had a pretty high pain tolerance and wasn't really worried about that aspect—but because she was worried that she would make a mistake, that she would make things awkward or strange or just ruin them altogether. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint Diana. Especially when the other girl knew what she was doing, knew what to expect.
She had thought about having sex with Diana... a lot. Even when she'd tried before, she wanted to. She was just scared and the amount of panic that gripped her mind had taken over and caused a complete and total meltdown. But she had a beautiful girlfriend who had shown how kind and patient she was and her whole body ached with desire that couldn't be ignored. She didn't want to wait anymore. There was no point. Much like their first kiss, Akko didn't think there would ever be a "perfect" time. No, she had to throw herself into the deep end and hope for the best in typical Akko Kagari fashion.
It wasn't as though she'd planned on that being the exact night. It just kind of happened. The sight of Diana in her bikini in Akko's makeshift bathcuzzi (which was a completely bullshit act, if Akko was being honest, because she really just wanted to see Diana's body) had put her on the edge of that precipice. And though she was still terrified to take that last step, the way Diana had moved beneath her as she kissed her in the tub had pushed her over the edge and sent her freefalling into the abyss. An aching throb had pulsed through her body and she knew, then, that she couldn't wait. She wanted Diana. There, then.
She didn't regret it.
The feeling of Diana inside of her made her entire body tingle and her hips rose each time the wrist resting between her thighs tensed, the ligaments hardening against her skin. She lasted a lot longer than she thought she would based on The Great Humiliation of 2018. Though... she had kind of taken care of herself in the shower earlier. How could she not? Who could blame her? She had an incredibly sexy girl in her room who kissed her in a way that made her skin tingle, whose touch made her head sizzle with disorientation.
Akko could feel her orgasm building. Her leg muscles tensed, toes curling as she pressed forward, an unintentionally loud moan quivering against the soft lips barely moving against her own. She pawed at the fabric in her hands, tightening her grip on the sheets—she couldn't kiss Diana anymore, she couldn't focus—and held on.
Diana's thumb pressed into her with just the right amount of pressure. Her head fell back, limp against the pillow, and she struggled to hold those lust-filled blue eyes with her own through the fog that was flooding into her vision.
A long, wavering moan slid from the back of her throat and her jaw tensed, pulling her lips apart as she squeezed her eyes shut. "I'm gonna-"
"Come," she heard Diana say. Her voice was soft and sweet, ringing through the blood pounding in Akko's ears. She felt the other girl nuzzle against her neck, into her hair, warm breath coursing over her ear. "Come." A breathy whisper—so hot and perfect and overpowering—and Akko felt herself sinking, melting into the incredible feeling of Diana's fingers, Diana's body.
She fell apart with a long whine, her eyes flying open to find pools of blue and her mouth moving in a frantic attempt to say something, anything as wave after wave slammed into her. She felt her legs moving, kicking as she tried to push herself up, into the fingers that still curled a steady rhythm inside her. The corner of Diana's mouth pulled into an encouraging smile, short pants filtering from between pale lips that Akko just had to kiss-
She surged forward to meet them, just for something to hold onto while she came, though she couldn't move them. The soft skin of the blonde's lips brushed against her teeth as she gasped against warm breath.
Diana stilled inside her, a lingering pressure that seemed to hold Akko together, and she sank into the pillow. She was a shaking, sweating mess. She raised her hips into fingers as they left, adjusting slowly to the sudden empty feeling, and she shuddered away from a firm touch to where she was still sensitive. Diana's hand was glistening and she put it daintily to the side, careful to not get anything on the sheets or Akko. Though, Akko figured that really didn't matter, because she was a mess and the sheets were, too.
"Are you alright?" Diana asked again. Her voice was a pant of air. She was gazing down at with an expression that was either satisfaction or worry. Maybe both, Akko couldn't tell.
"Y-yes," she stuttered. "Wow."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Akko wet her lips, swallowing hard in an attempt to ease her dry mouth, and let out a heavy sigh. "No," she said. "You didn't. It felt great."
Nothing hurt. Nothing felt bad. No, she felt incredible. Diana had been careful and patient and so insanely hot that Akko felt a fresh wave of arousal surge inside her. Her skin was still tingling, numb with pleasure. Her hands found Diana's waist and she tugged her down, wanting to feel her naked body against her own, wanting to be closer.
Diana's cheeks were dusted with cherry red as she leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Akko's lips. "Good," she murmured, husky and deep, and the tug at Akko's abdomen sparked.
She wanted to give Diana the same thing Diana had given her. She wanted to touch her everywhere, make her writhe and moan and come apart at her fingertips. "It's my turn," she heard herself say. Her hand found Diana's soft skin, a little damp with sweat, and she traced her fingers gently down.
"Akko, you don't have to."
Diana looked uncertain, maybe a little bit nervous. Her teeth closed around her bottom lip and blue eyes twitched from Akko's lips to her still heaving chest. Maybe she thought Akko felt pressured. Maybe she thought Akko wasn't ready for that part.
No, Akko wanted it more than anything else.
She pressed in, the sensation of hard nipples against her chest giving her a sharp intake of breath, and slid her thigh between Diana's. The other girl's legs parted to let her in and she pushed forward, licking her lips while she watched the reaction. Diana's eyelids fluttered and she gasped, muscles tightening against Akko's skin.
"I know," Akko whispered. She pushed herself up—her body was still weak and quivering and she hadn't realized it until that movement—and added, "I want to." Her arm, shaking with the effort of holding her body up, buckled. Akko fell back against the pillow, a nervous laugh filtering through her lips. "Just give a girl a minute to recover, would you?"
Diana grinned back. She stayed on her side, hips rolling as she pressed herself into Akko's thigh, and ran fingers through damp brunette hair. "Take all the time you need."
"You're, um..." Akko rose again, a long sigh slipping through flaring nostrils as she gazed down at the flushed face of her girlfriend. She chuckled and curled the pads of her fingers into Diana's waist as the other girl grinded into her. "You're really wet."
"Yeah," Diana breathed. Her eyelids drifted shut again, lips parting as a long breath fell from within. Her voice was a hushed whisper, a barely-there gasp of air. "I am."
Akko let her free hand wander. She wanted to touch Diana everywhere, and so she did. She stilled her thigh—she found she didn't have to do much, because Diana's hand fell to the back of it and she was grinding against it on her own—and coasted her palm up the girl's soft side. Skin rose and fell over curved mounds of ribs and Akko made sure to take her time with each one, marveling at how they expanded with each shaky breath that Diana took.
She pushed herself up, kissing those flushed lips as she moved, and held herself above Diana.
"Ow," Diana hissed, laughing when one of Akko's elbows struck her hipbone.
"Oh! Sorry!" Akko squealed. She blushed and offered a sheepish smile, pressing her palm to the spot she'd hit and rubbing gently. "Sorry!" she apologized again.
Diana grinned back, bright blue eyes locking onto crimson. She rolled onto her back, fingers sliding at the wispy hairs of Akko's neck. "It's okay."
She tugged Akko down.
Akko met a soft, wet lips that moved against her own in a frenzy. Diana's hips rose and fell, rocking against her, wet and sliding against her skin. She was doing all the work. Akko couldn't have that. She pushed away from Diana and trailed her mouth down, kissing everywhere, tongue darting out to taste salty skin. She took her time, her hand covering everywhere that her lips couldn't, fingers cupping and flexing against warm skin and soft breasts.
Diana closed her eyes, sighed. Her back arched beneath the touch, pressing herself into Akko's inexperienced mouth.
Akko lifted her gaze to the girl's face and watched as her tongue darted experimentally against a stiff nipple, curling and sliding. Diana bit down on her lower lip and arched up again, a hint of a whimper dying in the back of her throat to come out as nothing more than a squeak.
Kuso, that was hot. Akko wanted more of those noises.
She felt herself shaking a little bit. She was nervous, yeah, but also aroused and anxious and quivering with the anticipation of the power she held at her fingertips. She dragged her fingernails down Diana's side, against the outside of a thigh, and watched as goosebumps trailed in their wake.
"Akko," Diana panted.
She opened her eyes and looked up. Blonde hair was spread everywhere, falling across Diana's shoulders and the pillows and the sheets, a halo of silken gold around a blushing face. She looked vulnerable and sexy and desperate—was this how Diana felt when she looked down on her?-and Akko's skin tingled with a surge of fresh fire. Akko let warm skin fall away from her mouth and sat up.
"Is everything okay?" Akko asked. Diana had a strange look on her face. The other girl's fingers tightened against her neck, fingernails scraping against her scalp, and hips rocked against her thigh in a steady rhythm.
Diana nodded weakly. She moaned, tilted her head back.
Akko bit her lip and looked down at her thigh, slick with Diana's desire, and pulled it away. Exploration could wait for another time—Diana couldn't.
She rocked back on her knees, placing one hand on Diana's sharp hipbone. Diana had looked up again, surprised at the sudden rush of cold air that had replaced Akko's thigh, and watched through shallow, desperate gasps as Akko pressed into her. She was hot. Wet. Slick. A heavy breath burst from her nostrils as she slid inside, warmth engulfing her fingers, and curled at the knuckles in the same way Diana had, feeling the hard ridges that met the pads of her skin.
Diana's eyes rolled back, her jaw slackening as a long, lewd moan filled the air between them. "Oh, my God," she whimpered.
Her long torso rolled with each thrust of her hips, pale skin glistening beneath a sheen of sweat. Akko didn't know whether to use her wrist or her shoulder, so she just went with what made sense and what felt natural and rocked with her whole arm and torso. Her hips moved on impulse, sliding against the thigh she was straddling, and she let herself moan at the sensation.
But she was careful, because the last thing she needed was to get off when she was trying to get Diana off.
"That feels good," Diana whispered. Her eyes met Akko's, wide and glazed, and tongue and teeth passed over dry lips. "Don't stop. Ow!" She bucked away, a wheezing laugh bursting into the air. "Not so hard."
"Sorry," Akko murmured, blushing. She pressed her palm forward and curled her fingers in a rhythm that was hard to stick with because she kept getting distracted. Diana's heaving breasts, the way she slid against her fingers, the one hand that had fallen to grip the sheets much in the way she had. And what was she supposed to do with her other hand? She left it on Diana's hip, knowing that if she moved it she'd probably lose focus on her current task.
Blue eyes were staring into her own and, if Akko hadn't been paying attention, she might have missed the sudden devious spark that passed over them. But she didn't. She just didn't know what it meant-
Until Diana's hand fell from her neck to her thighs, danced up against the damp, sensitive flesh, and cupped her. She felt a finger sliding through and against her and her hips buckled at the sudden pleasure.
"Diana," Akko wheezed. "What are you doing?"
"Touching you," Diana said flatly, her expression neutral as she slid a finger inside, the ligaments of her wrist pushing against thin skin and veins as she curled it.
Akko gasped and shuddered. This was supposed to be Diana's turn... not hers! But the moans and the whimpers that were coming from Diana were suddenly loud and desperate and she was panting as she pressed her finger erratically inside Akko. She couldn't focus, just as much as Akko couldn't, and so Akko gathered her resolve and threw herself into making Diana feel as good as she'd made her feel. It was hard because she could feel her own orgasm building again, but she pressed in deep and curled with each hot exhale of breath through her nostrils. It was the only way she could keep a rhythm.
Diana was gasping for air. Strands of hair were clinging to the droplets of sweat that scattered across her forehead, eyes glazed and unfocused and primal with lust, but holding the stare all the same. Her bicep flexed every time she moved inside Akko.
"Akko," she breathed again, then a more desperate, "Akko. I'm—I'm-"
Her hips slammed forward and the muscles of her jaw rolled and tightened, a few short whimpers dying against her teeth. Her finger froze in Akko, twitching against hot flesh, and Akko arched into the palm that pressed into her. She could feel the quivering around her hand, the rush of heat and the sudden desperation that had taken hold of Diana's body.
Akko couldn't hold on anymore. She came, hard and loud into the hand against her. Her whole body buckled and she had to slam her free hand down against the sheets just to stay up. She panted hard, squeezing her eyes shut as the corners of her vision blurred into darkness. She struggled to stay upright as tremors waved out from her core to tingle through her whole body.
Diana's hand fell away. Fingers snaked around the wrist between the blonde's legs and tugged Akko away, then slid under her shoulders and pulled her down and into a warm, damp body. The chest beneath her was rising and falling in hard waves, shuddering with each shallow breath. The muscles of Diana's legs were stiff and straight. The air around them was hot and smelled like sex and arousal.
When Akko had finally gathered herself, finally fed her lungs enough to let her speak, she nuzzled into Diana's neck and breathed out hard. "Did you, um..."
"Yes." Diana said quickly. She laughed. "You couldn't tell?"
"I guess, kinda," Akko replied. She couldn't get her voice above a grating whisper. "I wasn't sure."
"Oblivious," Diana murmured. Her legs kicked up and she pushed herself up against the headboard, still panting, and leveled a gaze to Akko. The corners of her lips were tugged into a smug smirk.
Akko frowned back. "That wasn't fair," she said, pouting. "You made me... twice and you only..." she hesitated, bit her lip, rolled it against her tongue. "I owe you now. Two, really, if we're counting that one time-"
"No one owes anybody." Diana was still laughing. "Don't be ridiculous. I apologize. I couldn't resist. You're just..." She puffed out air, twitched her fingers against Akko's back. "I couldn't not."
Akko's wrist ached a little bit. She pulled it up and analyzed it, staring at the red skin and flexing her still sticky hand back and forth. She didn't think something like that would make her so sore—after all, she held reins and did, uh, other things—and so it came as a little bit of a surprise.
"Are you alright?" Diana asked. She was looking at Akko curiously. Her own hand was lifted delicately off the sheets as she tried, once again, to not touch anything. Not that it mattered. Akko had already kind of wiped her own fingers everywhere without even thinking. She did not mention this to Diana.
"I'm going to start charging you a quid for every time you ask me that," Akko said. She turned and curled into Diana's body, sliding a hand over her chest and pulling her in.
"Okay." Diana chuckled. "But... are you?"
"Yes," Akko hissed. She squeezed her fingers against Diana's ribcage and eased up on her elbow, glaring down at her girlfriend's mischievous grin. "I'm fine! That was great. Would you like a ribbon? A trophy?"
"Blue ribbon."
"Blue ribbon it is," Akko said. "Diana Cavendish: First Place at Sex. How's that?"
"Trophy, too."
"Grand Champion at Sex."
Diana's topaz eyes shimmered with amusement and she turned her head to kiss Akko's bicep—it was the closest she could get to kissing anything—and grinned. "Good."
"Wait." Akko narrowed her eyes, reaching up to gently touch Diana's face only to have it smacked away to a, "Can you please not touch my face with the fingers that were inside me?" before pulling it away with a sheepish smile and a quick apology. "If you have the blue ribbon and the trophy, what about me?"
"Blue ribbon and gold trophy. Grand Champion. Green division." Diana pushed up with a grunt, her arms shaking a little—that made Akko feel really accomplished—as she held her own body. "I'm going to clean up."
"Why?" Akko asked. She fell back down against the pillow, squirming into the damp and very messy sheets. The comforter was hanging halfway off the bed. "Let's just get messy some more."
"Teenage boy," Diana muttered. The smirk told Akko she was joking. "Rest your wrist and... the rest of you. I would like for you to be able to ride your pony tomorrow. You have games to win. We can always do this... again." Her face flushed and she looked quickly away as she kicked her legs off the side of the bed and stood. "I would certainly like to do that again. Often."
She strode away, the gentle click of the washroom door leaving Akko in her own silence. She rolled onto her back with a huff, digging her feet into the warm sheets of the bed, and stared up at the glow of the lamp on the ceiling, at the shadows that arced against the wall. She rolled her teeth against her bottom lip as she thought.
Akko liked to think of herself as fearless. She liked to think she was scared of nothing, like she could accomplish anything so long as she grit her teeth and powered through it. After all, she leapt onto a pony at full speed with little more than five feet of distance to accomplish the task. She dangled off at a gallop, throwing her faith into her own abilities and counting on nobody other than herself to carry her home. She did all kinds of things that were scary to other people.
The washroom door creaked open and Diana emerged. She stepped over to the bed, still naked, and bent down to smile into a brief kiss. "Go clean up," she said, "and we can cuddle and see if Ghost Adventures is on."
"Marathon tonight," Akko mumbled as she glanced at the clock. She stood and stretched. "Turn it on."
Fear did not always have a foundation. Akko knew that, and she mulled it over as she stumbled into the washroom and turned on the sink to run her hands beneath the warm water. She stared into the mirror. At her hair, messy and tangled. At her flushed face. At her own body. She could hear Diana cursing at the remote.
She shouldn't have been scared of tonight. But she had been. And that was okay, because it made Akko learn one very important thing.
She didn't always have to rely only on herself to hold that fear at bay, because, for once, she hadn't had to do any of that. As the shadows crept in, dark and foreboding, it was Diana who had stepped up and pushed them away. It was Diana who reassured her, Diana who took over and let her know that everything was going to be okay. And everything was okay. Better than okay. Everything was so gloriously, wonderfully, incredibly great.
"Akko, hurry up!" she heard Diana yell. "I can't find this stupid channel and this remote is horrible!"
There was nothing to fear with Diana. There were no shadows. Only light.
Light and a whole lot of technological ignorance.
Waking up in Diana's arms, with their naked bodies pressed up together under the sheets, had been both wonderful and horrible.
Wonderful because her girlfriend's bare skin was on hers, because their legs were tangled together and blonde blended with brunette against a single pillow (because Akko had taken over Diana's), and because it was so warm and nice and perfect and she wanted to stay there forever.
Horrible because it was half five in the morning and the sun wasn't out yet and Akko didn't even want to think about breakfast much less leaving those perfect arms and having to go out in the cold and get her pony ready to ride.
But she had to. Chariot was waiting on her for a warm meal. Her team was waiting on her to lead them to victory.
Diana stalked after her, tired and quiet as they shivered into their coats, clutching a hot cup of coffee (for Akko) and a hot cup of tea (for herself) that they'd gotten at their lodging. It tasted horrible, but it was warm and caffeinated and, on a freezing Sunday morning while her numb hands fumbled with the package containing Chariot's food, she really couldn't ask for anything else.
They rode at eleven. It was a good few hours away, but Chariot needed to eat at her usual time and Nelson likely wanted to go over the line-ups one more time ("Just to make sure!" AKA second guess what Akko and Amanda put down) prior to the start. Akko had tried to tell Diana that she could stay in bed, but-
"What's the point," Diana had murmured, yawning as she rolled out from under the sheets and stepped around the damp bathing suits that they'd left crumpled on the floor. "No warm body to cuddle anymore."
She'd looked gorgeous. Messy, sleepy, mumbly Diana that had to be coaxed out of Akko's arms with a promise of, "We can cuddle again tonight."
"Among other things," Diana had said with a husky chuckle as she started plucking up the discarded clothing.
But now they were cold, tired, and very uncomfortable in barn that was loud with the frenzy of early morning feeding.
Chariot dug into her food with veracity, her teeth clamping around the grain as though she had been starved her entire life and Akko had just now become kind enough to give her a bite to eat. She slobbered, brown and gooey, as she grinded at the food, staring curiously at Diana and Akko as they moved around her. Diana had started mucking the stall ("You don't have to do that!" Akko had said, but Diana had replied with, "Doing something is nice," and done it anyway) and Akko was scratching at the pony's withers and brushing the cedar bedding away from her thick red coat. The barn was loud and busy, even though it was early, as riders and trainers ran through the aisles in a hurry to feed, groom, and ready ponies and horses for the upcoming event. Wheelbarrows rolled against stone, stall doors creaked and slammed shut, and ponies nickered and whinnied for their breakfast.
Akko was carrying on in a conversation with Chariot—in Japanese, as she usually did, and mostly about the upcoming day and how cute she was—when she felt arms close around her from behind. She hadn't even realized that Diana had finished cleaning the stall, though she shouldn't have been surprised, because there really wasn't that much to clean. She leaned back into the thick coat and the firm arms, turning her head to sigh into the blonde's soft neck and tickling blonde curls.
"You're going to do incredible today," Diana whispered into her ear. Akko could feel her smiling into her cheek.
She turned in the strong arms, pressing a kiss to cold lips, and grinned. "Maybe. What do I get if I do?"
"Whatever you want."
"Can we have sex?" she blurted.
She said that very loud. Okay , a lot loud. But it was morning and volume control was not her current priority.
"Akko." Diana stepped back, laughing but blushing furiously as she pinched the bridge of her nose and squeezed her eyes shut. "Please learn to be a little more discreet."
"Yeah, please do," Amanda said as she walked by, tossing a mischievous grin through the iron bars of the stall. "Because everyone in this aisle just had to hear about how you two are fucking tonight."
