She watched for a moment in the direction that Anastasia had disappeared. Her eyes still glazed, cheeks were flushed as she took slow deep breaths. She brought her hand to her chest, the fabric was dark and wet from perspiration. The wind chilled her skin. Her heartbeat slowly rising. She inhaled, turning around and collapsed her arms across the stone cap of the railing. Then lifted her arms and buried her face in her hands.
"What did I just do!" Her throat tightened the words rubbing it raw.
"I can't believe it…" Her shoulder shook as she dragged her hands up her face, through her wet brown hair. Her brown red speckled eyes wet, staring down at the stream below. Her body becoming warmer, her breath shook thinking about what had just happened. Why did it happen.
Yes, she was afraid of the bug. Yes, she buried her face into Anastasia's body. Her scent sweet, intoxicating, calling her. Yes, she looked into Anastasia soft face and yes, she kissed her.
She ran the scenario over and over in her mind. Her cheeks were burning as she swallowed, the taste of her blood and saliva still on her tongue. Her smell on her clothing and across her skin, clinging to her hair.
"Why!" She spoke, raising her voice, shoving it through gritted teeth. Her body tensed, clenching her fingers, balled up into a tight fist.
"And what's with this…" She growled, "we will finish this comment…"
She raised her chin, looking up into the clear blue sky then opened her mouth and screamed, as little bluish white sparks ran through her damp brown hair. The noise forced its way through her throat, her lungs straining until she could scream no more. She bent over, her hands on her knees, breathing heavy as she coughed. Her throat burned, lifting her hand to her throat, running her fingers across the skin where Anastasia had bitten.
The bite was gone, healed. But the memory was there. A pleasurable feeling tickles her belly, her lips twitched as the right corner of her mouth curled up into a half smile.
"Fine…" She sighed, "I did it." She nodded. She leaned across the stone railing, arms across the rough stone, looking down at the stream.
The water was bright, flowing slowly away. The river stones were smooth, clean and sparkled underneath the water surface. The fish swam and floated along peacefully. Unaware, unconcerned about what it happened a few moments ago.
Mikoto had pulled Kuroko. Yes, that was her conclusion after weighing all the facts, yelling at herself. The nefarious thought stopped her heart, her eyes were wide and still her mouth hung open. The little underage, underdeveloped pervert. Her roommate in school, her companion would often invite herself. The same one who constantly tried to woo her, molest her.
"No!" She squeezed her eyes tight, "God, No! Anastasia hadn't resisted. And she said we'll finish this so I'm not like that. I can't be." She shook her head, "crap! We'll finish this…" She closed her eyes, shaking her head, "please no… I… I…" Then she opened her eyes.
A small colorful fish swam underneath. Mikoto smiled softly, "I wish I was that fish… No problem, no concerns, no I just kiss Anastasia now…"
An explosion of water and light, and then the water stilled. The small tail of the colorful little fish wiggled, peaking outside the mouth of a larger fish.
"I don't want to be that fish…" She quickly retracted her comment.
She shook her head for a moment then slapped her hands against the rough stone of the railing, her palms curved around the edge, fingers tapping the stone as she thought. She pushed against it, her back straight and looking down at her feet. She took a deep breath, thinking over the last few moments. How to get out of it as she stared at her shadow on the ground. She watched the toes of her dark black boots, that she had borrowed from Anastasia closet, laced up to the top of her calves.
"These are really nice boots… Comfortable…" She nodded, listening to the scraping of the thick soles across the cobblestone. She held her breath, slowly released it. Knowing Anastasia, she would be ready to finish where they left off. What did that mean. She could only guess but she knew. She twisted her lips and thought trying to wiggle her way out of it, "gotta think…"
She stood up, straightening her back, as she narrowed her eyes. She looked over at the empty space next to her, grinned and spoke.
"Hello Anastasia…" She imagines their conversation.