You Don't Do That With Fruit by Lillie Bell from Smutember 2021 prompt (Day 23)
Rei delicately tucked the tine of her fork under the skin of the fish on her plate. The opulence of the room and the lunch grated on her, from each sparkle of the gigantic chandeliers to the swirling, oversized golden frames around a period painting of a French woman in more layers of dresses and coifs and hats than Rei cared to count. The small square of fish rested over an exclamation of cream sauce with fancy piped potatoes spoke of the ability to afford luxury over a stomach satisfying meal. The blue silk chair covers atop the thick, plush European rug on which her fellow Shinto priests and priestesses sat in their finest business suits - herself not excluded - fed her frustration.
Rei appreciated the simplicity of the world. The snow covered rocks of the exterior garden, the delicate shuffle of tatami mats and sandled feet on wood floors. The effusive smell of incense as she swept. It seemed a sacrilege that the week-long conference was held in one of the most opulent hotels in Tokyo. Where they dressed and dined like Japanese elite, only to pull on their discount coats and rummage for their SUICA passes as they stepped out the door.
It didn't help that all this opulence reminded her of her father's business parties. When she was made to act like a demure, perfect doll in her childhood. She was years beyond that life, but the suffocating pressure that crawled under her skin was still so very fresh.
"She's so scandalous. Three lovers in three countries. And her tour only just started!" A huddle of teenage daughters gossiped at the table next to hers. The tines of her fork stabbed into the soft white flesh of fish, smearing that exclamation mark into a beige zigzag.
"What a dream to be an idol, and travel and love so easily."
"Yumeko, you're in a new country every other week."
"But I could never be with so many men. Look at this," the flap of a tabloid. Rei recognized the sound of the laminated cover. One of the nicer tabloids that Minako liked to leaf through and then leave in Rei's room. Her mouth ticked as the bittersweet memory stung. "He's literally groveling" - the February cover, then, with Minako giving the camera an unimpressed glare as Jian kissed the Mars tattoo inside her wrist - "and there's no way my family could ever see me like that." Rei caught the breeze of a magazine as it fanned flaming cheeks.
"And January, in Thailand, with H.A.W.T. I could barely get tickets to their first show. And there she is on the cover with three guys crawling all over her." Rei knew this one well, too. Minako legs wide in a black lacy skirt as one guy laid beneath, half climbing up her leg. Another at her shoulder, lips poised over her neck. The third bent over to whisper into her other ear, her arm looped around his waist. This time a smirk - the kind that normally had her toes curling - on her lover's red lips.
Sweat built under the collar of Rei's ivory blouse as she bit hard into her fish. That photo shoot had been two weeks after their fight. Two weeks after a beautiful Christmas dinner where Minako had wined and dined her, and asked why they couldn't go public with their relationship. She could still hear the echoes off the walls of Minako's house, still feel the raw pain in her chest when she had said no.
And moments like these, with people happily gossiping and judging the Aino Minako they knew from the tabloids - the jet-setting idol surrounded in glamour and opulence and men - who knew nothing about the 4am flights, months-long touring schedules, and the diets that sent her into mood swings and scale obsession that had Rei biting down on those feelings of suffocating pressure so that she could support Minako. And the matching Venus symbol beneath the cuff of Rei's blouse.
Rei didn't need to be part of Minako the idol's world. Just like she didn't need the gold-filigreed china or tuxedoed waiters or loafers pinching her heels. She only needed Aino Minako, the woman who had survived death, the resurrection of a demon queen, who had sworn to serve their Moon princess. The woman who filled her heart with joy and her body with ecstasy behind closed doors.
A pile of yellow and brown speckled potatoes was halfway to her mouth when the room fell into silence. With a synchronized shuffle, every head turned to the lobby hallway, visible through the ornamental squares sectioning off the dining room from the main hotel. A group were shucking off their dark winter coats, handing them to the awaiting attendant. Another attendant scurried behind, mopping up the melting snow shrugged onto the floor.
The entourage moved down the hallway, closer to the dining room. In moments, they were in full view. Rei heard the girls muffled their gasps and squeals.
Taiko, Minako's bodyguard and driver, was in a sharp black suit that could barely hold his bulk. He scanned the hallway and dining room, his gaze holding hers for only a moment. No one else would have noticed the slight raise of his eyebrow and crinkled corners. Taiko knew everything, of course. The humor in his face belied this was a natural coincidence. Not that this knowledge prepared Rei for the inevitable.
Next was Haruto, Minako's manager, chatting away on his phone. Probably organizing a quick meet in a hotel conference room. Never one to miss an opportunity for his client to meet her fans, after all.
One of the hotel attendants was at Minako's elbow as her heels clicked down the marble hallway. Her cherry blazer matched her lips and was open to reveal golden necklaces and a black woolen tunic. Three overly large, woolen hearts trailed from hip to the hem. Her curled brown hair flowed around her with every step.
She must have caught Taiko's pause because she glanced into the dining room. Like following an invisible thread, her eyes found Rei.
Hello, lover. She took in Rei's fitted, grey business suit. One Minako had helped pick out, had made her wear for the rest of the day, and then had peeled off, layer by layer, that night. Oh, yes, Minako had a thing for Rei in suits. Her lover's nostrils spread following the sleek outline of the seamed waist and flared ruffles of Rei's peplum blazer. The lust barely hidden behind her half-lidded gaze.
Rei lingered on Minako's neck and shoulder, as if she could see marks from the men Minako had left in her wake these last two months.
Been having fun? Rei responded, her chin raising just a bit as her nose pointed to Minako's neck. A low fire kindled in her belly from her lover's appraisal.
A sultry smirk hidden behind a laugh to nothing her manager said. A performance to reduce suspicion. She looked back to Rei, the epitome of idol arrogance. Wouldn't you want to know?
They stared for a few seconds before the challenge behind Minako's eyes had Rei looking away. She leaned forward, her long hair hiding her like a stage curtain so Minako wouldn't read her the words that she swallowed down, down, down: I missed you.
She pressed her pen against the empty paper. Without the ink, it fell into the small rut of the script Rei had written over and over as the presentation continued. Tranquility she scripted over and over, a mantra to cool the raging heartbeat in her ears.
All she'd heard since lunch were the excited whispers of her fellow priests and priestesses as they huddled in alcoves during breaks. Or, evidently, whispered throughout the presentation.
"Did you see? Idol Minako is staying here."
"I didn't know her tour was returning to Tokyo."
"Did you see that tunic? I have to have one. She always has such an effortless, casual style."
Her ballpoint pen pressed an O into the paper where it ended on the last brush of the script. Talk, they most definitely needed to talk.
"Did you see Souta with her? I didn't either. I guess they've broken up already."
The pen screeched under her grip as the hairs on her neck stood on end. She breathed out the burning coil of possession smouldering at the base of her spine. Swallowed down the "Mine" that threatened to escape her white lips.
Talk. They needed to talk.
The Venus symbol peeked over her cuff. A silly indulgence one night when Rei was more drunk than she'd admit and Minako happily obliged. "A mark," she had said to her lover, "so that everyone knows you're mine."
Minako had laughed and picked out a tattoo parlor and they'd giggled telling the artist they were "besties".
Besties didn't taste and touch into the night. Besties didn't leave hickies she could barely cover with her ceremonial robes. Besties didn't claw and bite her thighs until she was quaking, the name of her "bestie" falling over lips.
Her eyes were tracing the humps of the heart when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her purse, ready to let her grandfather know she would be on the train in two hours. But it wasn't a text. The preview picture showed a bright red fruit, its individual seeds dimpled across its skin. Rei clicked the image open. Familiar red lips wrapped around the tapered end while manicured nails pinched the green leaves. With just the lips and shadow of a cheekbone, the petite fingers and tiny nails, Rei recognized Minako immediately.
She swallowed the groan in her throat. A flare of desire and frustration, mixed with the sting of months of separation, thumped through her. Of course Minako would send her provocative pictures in the middle of a conference. Of course Minako would just brush over their fight, more interested in a night of tangled legs and satin sheets, as if months worth of tabloid men and not a single text were normal. As though Minako knew how thin her resolve was.
She blew out another deep breath. Willed that coil back down to a low heat. Talk, she reminded herself. We need to talk.
Thirty minutes later, the strokes were even deeper in her notebook as she finally coached her body into calm. She had managed to listen to another section of the presentation before the yearning and curiosity had her opening her phone and taking a long look at the strawberry and Minako's soft lips. She wanted those lips on her body, on her mouth. She wanted to hear the sighs that would slip through as Rei kissed and marked all those places touched by others.
She was pulling out her phone for another indulgence, forming an addiction to the speckled fruit and pursed lips, when it buzzed in her hands. The image of long, creamy legs stretched over a black, plush futon greeted her. The edge of something shiny at the thigh, but otherwise just a shot of those long, long legs and prim manicured feet. The nails were painted red and black, with gold crescents at the top. Her colors.
Rei's nails bit into her palm. How she wanted to rake them down those long thighs and calves. She wanted to marvel at the red divots left behind, and then follow them with her tongue. Lick a winding trail to Minako's gooey, wet center.
There was a rustle next to her as her tablemates turned in their seats, facing their small group. With monumental effort, Rei squashed the sharp ache in her core. But she couldn't hide the heat on her cheeks, or the slick in her panties, as their table leader launched into discussion.
The next message, as the closing keynote was in full swing, had Rei renewing her breathing exercises and wishing for an open window as sweat pricked across her body. This picture came with text.
[18:00] [Mina💕] I found chocolate 🍫🍰
The long column of Minako's neck paraded before her. Her right arm covered the lower half of her face, the Mars symbol on her wrist visible just above a triple set of dangling heart earrings. Her smooth neck was marred by a messy scrawl of characters. Clearly written from a mirror. With chocolate. But none of that mattered because she had written "Mars Reiko" in the exact spot where one of the men from H.A.W.T. had pressed his lips.
Rei's mind flooded with the mantra of MINE MINE MINE. Her tongue lodged to the roof of her mouth, wanting to licking away every character. Wanting to write MARS REIKO across every centimeter of Minako's body.
Rei's resolve went up in smoke.
She grit her teeth as the speaker closed out the conference. Heat prowled across her skin, building low in her belly. Her heart pounded out a mantra of MINE MINE MINE in her ears as she stood and joined in the soft clapping as the speaker left the stage.
Those men could touch but never taste the sweetness of Minako's skin. They would never cuddle with her through the night or kick her oversleeping, shapely bottom out of bed at 3:45am to meet her driver. They didn't have silent conversations with just a glance. Or hear the tinkling cackle that erupted from the secret ticklish spot at the back of her knee. They didn't know the scars beneath her skin, the responsibility that weighed on her as their leader.
The line for coat check was long and slow, and provided enough time for Rei's rational mind to elbow aside her libido. Slightly. She gripped her phone, a constant reminder of those lewd pictures just a locked screen away. A shaky breath fell over her lips. They should talk. Talk about the fight and the men and the months of no calls or texts until today and after talking… No. She wanted to talk. Just talk.
Her body thrummed as she resolved to walk to the train station. The February cold was exactly what she needed to clear her head. When she was safe at home, kilometers away from the temptation, then she would call her lover and they would work through this like adults.
It was a good plan. Rei nodded strongly, her resolve returning as she stepped forward. She stuffed her phone into her purse - hid away the beckoning long legs and strawberry lips and chocolate markings.
She smiled at the attendee who took her ticket number. Hummed a bit to herself while waiting, then happily shrugged into her puffy winter jacket and tucked the thick, woolen scarf around her neck. Her blouse crinkled from the weight.
Sweeping her hair out from the thick layers, she barely perceived the vibration from her purse.
Nope. We're headed to the train station. It was an extra effort to move her feet down the long hallway. In the three days of the conference, she had become familiar with the layout of the hotel. A single flight of stairs would take her to the lobby level, just outside the Garden Tower. Then the long lobby hallway and a side exit for the train goers - the main entrance dedicated to chauffeured arrivals.
She itched to open her phone. It's probably grampa, she told herself as she mounted the stairs. She made it halfway up, the curiosity nibbling at her, until the itch was too much and she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket. Texts be damned.
Only a heavy, oblong shape fell against her hand. A man behind her grumbled as she stopped dead in the middle of the stairs. She bowed a quick apology and continued her trek up the stairs.
The object was oddly shaped and weighted on one end. Her fingers felt along its ridged edges to the dangling key at the end. Her thumb rolled over an engraving.
Garden Tower
The top of the stairs opened up to the elevator bank for the Garden Tower. Rei stepped away from the exiting mass, standing opposite the three doors.
One hand held the key, the other reached for her phone.
[18:43] [Mina💕] 18745
Rei cut through the mass exodus on her way to the elevator bank.
She hesitated for only a moment before sliding the key into the lock and inviting herself in.
Minako lounged on the futon in a small sitting area. A red and black silk flowing shirt pooled around her, the matching shorts on display. The kimono-style covering had but one button, and Minako had failed to use it. As she curled into the plush cushions of the futon, the material fell away to reveal a valley of bare skin from waistband stomach to chin. The edges of the kimono barely covered the peaks of Minako's breasts.
A marshmallow was tipping into her mouth when Rei dropped her outer layers on a chair by the door.
"We need to talk." She crossed her arms, planting her feet for the storm that was Aino Minako.
Minako's gaze slid to the table of delectable desserts. Chocolate covered strawberries atop fluffy strawberry shortcake, a chocolate cake adorned with more fresh fruit and mint leaves, a stacked tray of petit fours, two empty glasses and pink champagne on ice.
Her eyebrow arched. Right now?
Rei stood her ground, pointedly ignoring the pulsing desire from a barely covered Minako. The writing was still on her neck, flecked as the sweet had dried. The powder rested in her collarbone and on the top swell of her breast.
Minako's grin turned feral. "Are you sure you don't want a snack?" She licked the sticky marshmallow from her finger, her gaze dark and sultry and burning away Rei's resolve in an instant.
"Maybe…" She opened her legs, her finger traveling from chin to chest to stomach and slipping beneath the waistband. The indentation of her finger swiveled beneath the fabric. Rei swallowed, the flavor of Minako's slick folds a ghost on her tongue. "Dessert?"
There was no quelling the flame of need that ripped through Rei. No fighting against the pull of their attraction, the heady smell of chocolate or the promise of Minako. Rei was going to make a meal out of her.
"In the morning," she croaked, pulling off her blazer and tossing it with her jacket. "We'll talk in the morning."
Minako leaned back, arms sliding behind her head. A panther happy to become the prey. "I'm all yours," she purred.
Rei sauntered up to the table and picked up a pineapple star from the chocolate cake. Her tongue licked up the chocolate icing, groaning at the mixture of bitter and dark chocolate.
"Is the dessert to your liking?" Minako's voice had turned low. Her gaze bore into her lover as Rei rolled a kiwi ball on her tongue. The pink appendage spread and constricted around the ball, open and wide before hugging the fruit, until she closed her mouth around it. Another moan as she bit down and relished the explosion of fresh flavor.
Rei licked the juices from her fingers as she flanked Minako's legs. Her nails curled into the plush frame next to Minako's arms and she leaned over her. She watched as Minako's gaze followed the column of her neck to the drooping ivory blouse. Bent as she was, Minako had a clear view of the mounds of her breasts and the hint of soft stomach.
Rei heard the hitch of her lover's breath. Felt the heavy exhale as she lowered her lips to nip at the remnants of MARS REIKO on Minako's neck.
"It's not fair, you know." Minako gasped as Rei lathed the flat of her tongue over the chocolate.
"I thought you liked me in a suit," Rei quipped. Her teeth scratched to remove the final -ko as Minako writhed beneath her.
She sat back on Minako's quaking knees, pulling the wrist with the Mars tattoo with her. A fingernail tested the dried sweet. Crumbs fell into Minako's belly button.
Minako didn't have words as the tip of Rei's tongue outlined the dark symbol. The confection turned wet and pliant, her tongue covered in brown as she cleaned Minako.
"Don't you know, Minako," she said, leaning to reach back to the table of desserts. Her hand sunk into the chocolate cake and fruity toppings. She pressed the squishy mousse into Minako's stomach. Her hand splaying a rainbow of mint and fruit and light and dark chocolate above her waistband. With both hands, she pressed twin confection-ladened roads up Minako's ribs and over her breasts. The mousse squirted as she squeezed it around Minako's bare breasts. A crushed cherry rolled with her thumb over the chocolate-coated peak of a nipple. Rei leaned forward to suck it into her mouth. "You don't do this with fruit."
She bit into the cherry and the juice shot over her lips, dribbling down her chin and speckling Minako's creamy collarbone.
"Reiko." It was a plea and a prayer and a curse as Minako trembled under her.
Rei plucked the other pieces of fruit, savoring their sweetness and the heat of Minako's skin. A kiwi from the middle of her chest, a squashed cherry from her lower rib, and a pineapple star that landed right next to the delicate love-me chain wrapped around her belly. The gold chain was dulled by the light and dark tones of the mousse.
"Hmm, it seems I've made a mess of you." She leaned forward, her ivory blouse hovering just above the wide rivers of mousse, channels of skin carved by her fingernails. "Should I even the score?"
One one-thousand. Two. Three. Four. Five. Rei smirked as she counted tje seconds Minako stopped breathing. Because what Minako loved more than Rei in a suit, was making an absolute mess of Rei in a suit.
Their moans were simultaneous as Rei's body settled over her lover's. As the mousse pressed into the ivory, the cake was cool against their heated skin. The feel of sliding against Minako, as the smell and squish of decadent chocolate covered their breasts and nipples and abs, had Rei quaking. Minako bucked beneath her, wanting to rub and slip and writhe in the slickness.
Minako grabbed her hair and pulled her into a teeth-knocking kiss. Shocks pulsed down her spine as Minako scraped fingernails across her scalp. Her other hand wound around to grab Rei's ass, pressing and rubbing their centers together. The seam of her pants dug into her swollen clit and she ground harder into Minako to feel it again and again. Chocolate and fruit mixed as their tongues thrust and curled.
"Missed me?" Rei gasped against Minako's chin.
"Always."
She shifted, her thigh sliding between Minako's. She groaned as her pant leg became wet and slick. Minako gasped as she rode the hard muscle.
"Why do you let them touch you?" She gripped Minako's ass, upping the pressure as her lover rolled over her thigh again and again. From the crescendo of sighs, she knew Minako was reaching her peak. Rei nipped at her ear and repeated her question.
"It's publicity and it…" a gasp as Rei made a mousse terrace around her nipple before sucking it into her mouth. "Makes you mad."
Rei growled, lacing her chocolate covered fingers into Minako's hair, pulling the tiny stands in the back. Minako moaned as her body trembled.
The chant of mine mine mine pounded in Rei's ears. She didn't like that Minako's game had her turning into a possessive beast, but she was too drunk on the taste of chocolate and Minako, too frenzied from the sweet smell of their arousal, too desperate to hear her name on her lover's lips, to care. They would talk in the morning.
Minako cried out as Rei yanked off her shorts. Her long legs stretched up and over the futon as Rei stood over her, admiring the messy tracks of mousse and the glistening wet sex before her.
A feral smile was Minako's only warning before Rei yanked her hips to the edge and Rei's tongue descended upon her. She lathed a broad stroke from entrance to engorged clit, savoring the pool of juices across Minako's skin. Minako bucked off the futon as Rei sucked hard on her nub. Her cries were sharp, her chest heaving, as Rei's fingernails traced new tracks to her breasts. She pulled and teased at her lover's nipples, squishing and sliding with the slick dessert. Minako's thighs a welcome weight on her shoulders as her tongue plunged and curled, deep and slow. Taking her time to taste and suck every ounce of sweetness out of her.
In the morning they would talk like rational adults. But tonight, they would devour and indulge.