Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of sex.
Note: I've got a pretty general idea of where I could take this, but it's pretty linear as far as plot goes. Hope you don't mind. I'd also like to point out that the whole Senketsu slowly going insane has been going on for several weeks in here, so his sudden clinginess here is to be expected. I guess one could say this is the peaking point for his itchiness.
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Thankfully the little incident happened near the end of the day, so we did not have to sit in absolute silence throughout a class. I remained sober for the rest of the time there, the itch not a threat lurking on the horizon of sanity.
Ryuko had no change of undergarments, as they were attached to me, so she was forced to wipe off the sticky mess accumulated in my lining and down her thighs with toilet paper and water from the one undamaged sink nearest to the exit. Because the itching had been satiated, her scrubbing did not spark up more needs. I hummed quietly, giving no clue as to what just transpired.
"That was completely reckless of you," Ryuko began to lecture. "We were in the middle of a class, and distracting me was not part of the day's agenda. I don't even know why you weren't responding to me, either."
I wasn't really in the mood to listen to her babbling, so I grunted and diverted my eye away from her glare. Doing so only evoked a frustrated response. "Don't just ignore me! I have every right to take you to Mikisugi right now and have him take you apart!"
What was she so flustered about? It's not like she demanded that I stop doing what I was doing, and she obviously enjoyed the results of our coupling. It was not my fault that she only encouraged the itching to be satisfied even more with her provocative attitude. But now was not the time to play the blame game. "You're overreacting from confusion. There's no need to be yelling. You didn't seem to be intent on stopping me."
My flat tone didn't settle well with her. I could feel her boiling, not from pleasure, but from aggravation. "I didn't ask to be molested, Senketsu!"
"Molested." It wasn't a question.
If she really thought it was sexual assault, she wouldn't have reacted so emotionally to this, I assumed.
Before she could grit out a response, our interaction was stopped short by Mako's arrival, who now supported less weight on her shoulders than this morning. She seemed to arrive at the most inopportune times.
"Mako, how did your test go?"
The petite girl beamed. "I'm pretty sure I got a B this time. All that studying will have to have helped my brain."
"That's good. At least you don't have to carry all those books anymore."
"They're great for working out your muscles!"
I stared at the surrounding scenery, bored. Mako had taken away a chance for a heated argument that I was sure I could win. I would lead Ryuko into a fit of childish rage, throw an insult, receive one back, and then lure her in with words that would make sure there was no room for snappy comebacks. She would huff and pout but ultimately give up. I would have her right where I wanted her: submissive under the game of discussion and argument.
My thoughts lingered back to Nui, whom we'd been talking about before, apparently. That devil of a woman had literally made me lose control. It frustrated me to know that I was so easily controlled by another person, who forced me to react in a certain way to their liking. I can't remember what she did to make me go Berserk, but whatever it was, it would not happen again.
"We should probably just go straight home today, Mako. Senketsu's getting pretty clingy under this hot weather." The mention of my name drew me out of my thoughts, for a brief moment. Ryuko tugged at my being as if to let in cool air by teasing it.
So we headed home.
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I was bothered by the idea of her taking me off.
I didn't want to leave her skin. I didn't want to go to sleep. However, instead of tightening stubbornly onto her, I decided to persuade.
"Ryuko," I murmured quietly, "May I sleep with you tonight?"
At first Ryuko did not respond, a look of confusion to her face, before she became rigid. Her yellow bunny pajamas remained in her clutches.
"Senketsu, I'm not sure if that's such a good idea…" she sounded apprehensive. I assumed it could have been one of two things: that she was unsure of whether or not me sleeping with her would be too intimate for her to feel comfortable with, or that the sexual nature of our actions today would return in my actions while she slept. I went for the one that would most likely reassure her more, even if it wasn't the right reason.
"It will not change anything between us. Exploring different options in our everyday activities can…enrich our moods." I chose my words carefully, avoiding anything that may trigger an emotional response relating to her masturbation. "And even to strengthen the bonds between us."
"But you still haven't been washed yet."
I tensed. I'd forgotten, despite how fresh the memory should have been in my mind, about the fluids that had dried on my lower half. It had chipped from the hours of wear and Ryuko's movements moving it away, but the majority that had not been scrubbed away still remained. This was where I lost the battle. However, the opportunity to remain by her side still presented itself.
"Well, may I at least stay by your side through the night?"
She narrowed her eyes, slightly suspicious. "What is this about?"
The question wasn't exactly clear, so I asked her to explain.
"You've never wanted to sleep with me. Why this all of a sudden?"
It's not like I've never wanted to. I've just never expressed my desire to.
"I do not have a specific set reason for wanting to."
She seemed to be expecting more from me, but I didn't have anything else to say. An awkward silence slid in. Neither of us wanted to say something that would hurt the other's feeling's or make it even more painfully awkward by sounding desperate. However, I wasn't about to let her make the choice of who was going to speak first.
"Ryuko…" I began, my voice sounding somber in contrast to its unwavering confidence moments ago.
"Fine." She finished for me.
She stripped me off, eyes lingering at the mess she left on me when she went to remove my lower half. She said nothing about it, though, and I shifted back into my more anthropomorphic configuration, ties unknotting and returning to their erect state above my eyes. She reached out to stroke them thoughtfully, and the gesture seemed reassuring to me.
She didn't mind my staring at her nude anymore; that trivial embarrassment disappeared shortly after the Gamagori event where I acquired my Senjin form. She wasn't as bothered about the prospect of nudity after seeing what Gamagori's form did. She actually seemed slacker about many things after that, as it was the first time I'd gained a new form under her guidance. She appreciated the boost in friendship.
I rested against her mat as she tugged off her bra and moved it into her bag (so the perverts of the household wouldn't try to steal the few she did have). She slid on new underwear that fit snuggly over her frame. Why she did so while taking off her bra was unknown to me. The pajamas hid her fit frame deceptively with its baggy attributes. I stared, but seeing her form wasn't enough to trigger an itch. Holding it, becoming one with it; that's what got it riled up.
She sunk into her covers, briefly staring at me with an unreadable look on her face. I stared back, feeling almost competitive with my gaze. I wanted her to back down.
Thankfully she did, turning away from me and letting out a sigh. I stared at her back, unsure of what to do now that I was actually next to her. My right arm, the one closest to her, lifted and weakly brushed against her hair. She turned her head slightly towards me, but not enough for me to make any sort of eye contact with her. I kept doing it since she didn't object to it, and was content to keep doing so through the night until she fell asleep.
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I woke up to water soaking into my threads. My eye snapped open as I was startled out of stasis, but calmed when I was greeted with the face of my companion. She looked a bit worn out.
"Sorry Senketsu, I had to wash you early before we head out for the day. I didn't want Mrs. Mankanshoku to see… you know."
I nodded, noting the lack of a burning sensation I usually associated with being washed. Ryuko must have been using a different soap than Mrs. Mankanshoku usually did. This one was bleeding into my folds, caressing them and smearing them, softening any dirt and making them loose to scrub away. I sighed contentedly, leaning into Ryuko's hands as she cleaned me. She spent extra time on my lower half on the areas that were stained, and I shuddered at the memory of what transpired yesterday.
She hummed a tune I didn't know, her strokes slightly in rhythm with it. I watched the motions as they rocked the water and grinded away at me passively. It felt nice to be under the gaze of her attention, focused at the task of cleansing me. She couldn't go to Mrs. Mankanshoku for this job at this moment because of what my actions made her do. The notion that power made her serve me was a bit revitalising.
I perked up when she scrubbed my ties. I could feel the suds on her fingers running down my own skin on contact, the heat from her a contrast to the lukewarm waters I sat in. There was nothing truly personal or intimate about her touches. That didn't stop me from imagining it, though.
When Ryuko was finished washing me, she wrapped me around in a towel to dry me faster. I felt discomfort when she wrung me too tightly in some areas—she'd never twist me, but the actions were sort of like that—but overall it was a quick and labourless process. I started to wrinkle from it, feeling a bit sullen from it, but she had that covered when she presented to me…
The iron.
I loved irons. The steam would smooth out all of my wrinkles, caressing my fibers like Ryuko does, only, dare I say it, better. It gives a massage from the heavens. There's nothing that compares to this luxury. I looked forward to it any time I was washed.
Ryuko plugged it into the wall and cranked the setting up to five, and placed it on the table in the corner of the room before turning back to me. She patted me, stating she'd be right back. She disappeared through the door and returned back a minute later with a bottle of water and a small flat ironing board in tow. My eyes followed her movements as she poured filtered water into the iron's water reservoir. My threads tingled in anticipation. I waited, still damp, for it to heat up, anxiously, excitedly.
Her fingers flexed around the handle of the iron. I tensed, eye widening. She picked me up by the collar and pulled me over the ironing board in front of her. I wiggled in her hands excitedly, almost embarrassingly so, but stopped once I remembered that she needed to smooth me out as much as possible beforehand. She briskly brushed out the majority of them that had been caused by my moving and her scrubbing. When she picked it up again, I was ready.
The iron glided over my skin. She started right at my collar, pressing down while moving it with precision. The heat melded into the entire area, leaving me to shakily groan in subdued pleasure.
"It feels so nice…" I breathed, swelling happily under the vertical strokes of the iron. Ryuko's hand pressed firmly against the area below my eye, thumb massaging the area there for any kinks, and then moving there with the iron once her treatment to my collar was completed. Care was used when she ironed there. She avoided my eye, thankfully, after a rather tender accident months back.
She flipped my lapels over, and she must not have felt the amount of moisture still there when she did, because the iron burned when it passed over the left one. I hissed, wincing, and she lifted the iron away from me, pausing. "Did I hurt you?"
I was quiet for a moment before murmuring a no, and encouraging her to continue. She stared for a moment before continuing. I could still feel the burning sensation remaining from my left lapel as she moved toward my right one. The same pressure, the same exquisite pain. I pressed my lapel into it as much as I could, the effect of doing so leaving a tingly sensation there. I didn't move, doing so would indicate discomfort or even the pleasure I was getting out of this. I hadn't considered myself a masochist before, but now, the prospect of it didn't look so bad when it mingled with pleasure.
"All done. I'll let you know when you can move again." She rubbed one of my ties. I was supposed to lie still for around five minutes to let myself set, so that I wouldn't create more wrinkles in the long run.
Ryuko wandered off, most likely to get ready for the academy. I waited patiently, eager to be put on for another day.