AN: Slight warning. Might get a little bit limey

Marks

Tsubasa noticed that Chris liked to leave marks on things she owned. Her lunchbox, her school supplies, sometimes even the little presents Tsubasa gave her. From the little matching gunblade keychains they'd bought at Akihabara to the decorative sword she displayed in her living room as a set piece. There was a little mark with her name on it to denote her ownership.

This little habit extended to many things, yet another endearing quirk of hers that Tsubasa appreciated.

But at the moment, with Chris nibbling at the side of her neck and leaving hickeys all over it, she found it difficult to appreciate how annoying it'd be to cover up all these "Marks" with a scarf or a turtleneck when the weather as of late's been dreadfully hot.

Chris didn't seem to care, her hands wandering under Tsubasa's blouse and gliding over her taut stomach, her sides, her back, wherever they could reach and groping whatever they could grab as the shorter girl pushed her against the wall. Tsubasa had to suppress a moan, muffling her voice with the back of her hand. Feather light kisses and gentle nibbling at her throat forced her voice out anyway and she let out a quiet, strained moan that had Chris chuckling.

"What's wrong, losing your composure already, Se-n-pai~?" She said, every syllable in the last word emphasized with her hands creeping their way up her back inch by agonizing inch until she reached the latch to the older girl's bra on her back. Tsubasa felt her breath hitch in her throat at that, gulping nervously with a reply right at the tip of her tongue.

Her reply, unfortunately, got cut off when Chris bit down harder, leaving an angry red bite mark between Tsubasa's neck and shoulder and drawing a startled gasp out of her that trailed off into low moan as Chris licked at the bite affectionately, running her tongue along the shallow grooves she left behind with a happy little hum.

"Relax, Tsubasa. Your tense as the swords you swing around all the time. But don't worry, I'll help you 'loosen up' now~" Chris ended her sentence at the same time her hands got to work with the bluenette's bra. The latch coming undone with practiced ease as Chris captured her lips in a kiss, taking the lead as she slowly guided them over to bed.

Chris liked to mark things she owned. Granted, she wasn't exactly the shorter girl's "property" in any way. But Tsubasa didn't mind, not with the gentle caresses, the feather light touches all over her and the nigh-overwhelming sensations of bliss she experienced.

What she did mind was Hibiki and Kirika curiously pointing out that she was wearing turtlenecks and scarves very often as of late.

Snack

One thing everyone was in agreement about was that Chris' snacks were not to be messed with. Hibiki did once, and that lead to her getting dragged into the training room and forced to run from Chris raining missiles down at her for roughly an hour before she forgave the girl. Since then, everyone's been cautious about any snacks they found laying about that weren't theirs. Mercifully, Chris had a habit of marking down the stuff she owned so the number of incidents went down to zero.

Tsubasa liked to think that Chris just had a soft spot for her, or maybe she was just a lot calmer at home, but whenever she stole a stick of pocky or sneaked a bite of her ice cream Chris' reactions would range from annoyed huffs to indignant cries to give it back, all of them so, so enjoyable and endearing to see. Part of her felt she was being a little mean, but the flustered blush on her face was too cute to resist seeing sometimes.

Sometimes Tsubasa liked to listen to her demands to have her snacks given back to her, though the other girl wasn't always immediately in agreement to the methods she used. From simple, teasing "Pocky Games" that usually resulted in Chris biting off her half and hiding her face in a flush while Tsubasa continued to tease her, to Tsubasa returning the spoonful of ice cream by feeding it back to Chris "directly". It was all so much fun that Tsubasa could almost get addicted it.

Chris' quiet, muffled cries of her name and the feeling of her soft, supple skin under her hands certainly helped feed this addiction quite nicely too.