Second chapter. Reviews are nice. :)
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"You know what else I like?" It was Sora that decided to speak. Hikari turned to look at her. "Brown eyes, and girls that just don't quite fit in." She smiled and kissed her again, then stood up. "So I'll see you at Matt's then?"
Confused, Hikari stood up too, and looked at her wrist for the time, but realized she didn't have a watch.
"It's quarter to seven, " Sora stated matter-of-factly. "So, I'll see you at Matt's then, right?"
"Yeah," Hikari said, still very confused.
"Good." Sora then turned and walked away. Hikari stood there, utterly bewildered. It didn't occur to her until it was too late to ask why they weren't going together, or similar questions. Hikari didn't really care anyways. She was pretty sure that she was dreaming, that she had fallen asleep in her room, and this was all a very life like dream. But somewhere deep down she knew it wasn't. A smile crept into the corners of her mouth, and she let of a girlish shriek of excitment, and jogged home, still pink in the cheeks.
When she reached her apartment, Hikari kicked off her shoes and ran into her room, as quietly as possible, as to not wake her brother, who had passed out on the couch watching some television show. Flipping open her laptop, she signed onto her msn. It was seven o'clock. She left a message for Takeru, telling him she'd be over in a little bit, and then got off her computer. She headed to the kitchen and left Taichi a note about Yamato's house, and that she'd be home by twelve, although she was sure he would already know. Yamato was Taichi's best friend, had been since they were 12. But she knew if she didn't leave the note, he'd still worry until he found out where she was exactly. She put her shoes on again, and quietly slipped out of the apartment.
The walk to Takeru's house wasn't long at all, considering it was across the street, with his mother. Takeru and Hikari had been really close since they were young, just like Yamato and Taichi. Possibly because Yamato and Takeru's dad was an alcoholic too, so there was some common ground between them, even if it wasn't the most pleasant kind. Takeru was your average boy next door type of guy. He was tall, thin, with messy blond hair, and bright blue eyes. He wasn't very big into sports, he wasn't that into music, or anything like that. He enjoyed things like video games, and reading. He was very quiet, but he was also quite popular, because he was very sweet and sensitive. He wasn't at all like his older brother. Yamato was tall as well, and he had the same blue eyes, but Yamato's were more icy and cold. He also had blond hair, but it was longer, kind of 'rockstar'ish. And that's what Matt was. A rockstar. Matt was the lead singer and guitarist in a local band, and they were getting to be quite the popular group. He was also quiet, like his little brother, but not at sensitive or sweet. He put on a tough act and didn't let anyone in. Hikari figured it was because he was hurt by his father being an alcoholic and leaving the family, and she was probably right. Takeru was waiting outside for her, keys in hand, arms crossed impatiently, but he still had a warm smile on his face.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
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Pulling up to the house, you could tell it was going to be an interesting night. People were scattered across the lawn, vomitting, or sitting with the vomittee, telling them it was going to be okay, or laughing at them. Large groups of people stumbled in and out of the house, most of them laughing and enjoying themselves. Halfway up the steps a hand rested on Hikari's shoulder, and she turned around abruptly. Sora was standing a step beneath her, and she looked stunning. She wasn't dressed for anything but to have a good time, to party. Her hair was pulled back loosely, a few strands hung down randomly. She just looked casual, with a plain black shirt hidden under a grey zip up sweater, and a plain pair of jean capris. But Sora looked anything but plain to Hikari, and she felt the butterflies in her stomach again. Sora had brought the three things she planned to bring that night. Beer, a date for Hikari's friend, and a smile to Hikari's face. Mission complete. She set the case of beer down on the step and pushed it to the side, allowing people to pass.
"Hi, I'm Sora, and this is Mimi," she introduced herself, and her friend to Hikari's tall, blond companion. "And you are?"
"Takeru. " He smiled and extended his hand to the older girls.
"Well lets get this party started!" Mimi grabbed Takeru's hand and ran off into the party. Hikari and Sora laughed, and made their way into the house. Yamato had a extremely nice house for living on his own, at the age of eighteen. It was a fair size, in a nice area of town, although it did look exactly like a bachelor pad. Grabbing the beer and Hikari's hand, Sora pulled them into what she thought would be a living room, and they sat on the couch. The room was fairly empty, unlike the rest of the house. Grabbing two beer, she cracked one open for herself and tossed one to Hikari, who just held it.
"Don't like beer?" Sora asked.
"I'm not sure, I've never drank it before," Hikari replied, obviously embarassed.
"Oh, well, what do you dtrink? I'm sure we can get some from someone here," Sora said cheerfully, trying to make her not feel bad about not drinking beer.
"Well, actually," Hikari started. "I've never drank anything before." Her cheeks flushed, and she put her head down, but only a bit. Sora laughed, and her head dropped more, and Sora stiffled her laugh with her hand. Hikari looked up with a smile, and let out a chuckle, then began to study the can that held the alcohlic beverage, the cracked it open, and took a sip. Instantly, her face soured, making Sora laugh more. She has a lovely laugh, she thought. "I guess it's not that bad."
"Nope. It's kind of an aqquired taste though," Sora said, finishing off her beer already. She set the can down with a thump, and opened another one.
"So," Hikari took a deep breath, followed by another sip. "Wild night." She laughed a bit. Another sip. And another. And another.
"Sort of." Before she knew it Hikari had finished her first beer, and she decided she was ready for another, even though her face felt warm and her head was a bit heavier than normal. She sat there and talked with Sora, and they finished off beer after beer until they had finished off a twelve pack between the two of them, though most of it went to Sora. Hikari thought she had done a good job anyways, finishing off five of the twelve beers. Sora was just sitting there, in all her tomboyish splendor. Hikari wondered if Sora felt the same way she did, not that Hikari was entirely sure of the way that she felt. All she knew was that she felt strange, that Sora looked stunning, and that she felt like having another drink. A smile spread over her face, she let out a laugh for no reason, and tried to stand up. A sudden head rush brought Hikari back down to the couch in seconds, causing a fit of laughter between the two.
"I think I need another drink!" Hikari semi-yelled between laughs, as she stood up for a second time. Sora pulled her back down onto the couch, shaking her head with a laugh.
"I don't think so," she laughed.
"You have a nice laugh." Hikari grinned, and Sora blushed. She was feeling a lot more open. Adventureous. She didn't feel like herself, but that was alright because everything felt all right. She shifted positions, so she was sitting cross legged, facing the older girl. She felt a shiver run up her spine as their bare legs touched, and their eyes met. Her heart sped up, and it was all she could do to not lean over and kiss her right then and there. The older girl bit her lower lip, and Hikari could feel the tension between them. It was almost unbearable.
"Do you want to go somewhere else? Because, well," Sora broke the silence, " there's a whole party going on, and we've been sitting here the whole time."
"Upstairs?" Hikari said through a sly girn. Thinking back on what she said, a look of shock fell over her face. Oh my God, I'm drunk. She covered her mouth and looked down. Sora instinctively sat back a little, preparing for vomit.
"Are you alright?" She was concerned, and not just about being puked on. If Hikari got sick, it would be her fault, she was the one that got her drunk. Hikari realized she was worrying her, and looked back up laughing.
"I think I'm drunk!" She laughed harder, and it felt good, and she felt good. And Sora looked good. And that's all Hikari needed.
She'd never forget the moment. Ever. Everything happened so slowly and it was so perfect, it felt like it should belong in a movie. She didn't care if anyone else was in the room, she didn't care if anyone found out her dirty little secret. All she cared about was her. Kissing her, touching her. Because that's what felt right. And there was kissing, and there was touching, and rubbing, and soon Sora was on top of Hikari. There was heaving breathing, and pounding hearts, and soft moans. Not long after that, she was leading her upstairs, and they were away from any prying eyes. And not long after that were they on the bed, repeating themselves. Everything was spur of the moment, do what feels good, worry about it later. Hikari could barely hear anything over the pounding of her heart, and she took everything in with a breath, and she smiled.
"This," she panted, "was the best day I can ever remember." Sora nodded in agreement. And then they layed there, side by side on Yamato's bed, letting everything sink in. Hikari closed her eyes with a smile, she had never felt so content in her life. Nothing had ever felt as right as that had felt. She never wanted to forget this moment. She never wanted to forget the soft music coming from the floor below them, or the way the lights were dimmed, or the way that Sora smelled, or how her hair had come loose from her pony tail. How comfortable she felt.
"What time is it?" Her tone was hushed. You could tell she didn't want to ask, that she didn't want to lose the moment. Hikari cocked her head up towards the head of the bed, looking for an alarm clock or something similar.
"Oh, shit!" she gasped. "Shit, shit" Hikari stumbled up off the bed. Sora tilted her head back towards the clock. It was 12:30. She rolled over and pulled the girl back down to the bed.
"What's the big rush?" She smiled. Hikari paused and took another deep breath.
"Well, I came here with Takeru, I haven't seen him for hours, and I told Taichi I'd be home by twelve, and it's twelve thirty now, he's going to be so worried," Hikari continued on with her worried rant, and Sora let out a laugh. Hikari sighed.
"I'm sure Takeru and Mimi are having a wonderful time without us, no need to worry about that." Hikari cocked her head, and Sora pointed out the open door into the hallway. The two were in the hallway, and they were all over each other, Takeru even had his shirt off. Hikari grabbed at the floor blindly, looking for something to joking throw at the two. She settled on a paperback book, and tossed it into the hallway, where it hit the wall with a thud. The girls giggled and shut the door, leaving the two alone in the hall. "And as for Taichi. Well. He's here. So why would he be worried?" Hikari realized that all of this was true, and nodded with a smirk. "So, Hikari, what do you want to do? Honestly now." Hikari took a minute to think, and smiled.
"Honestly?" The two girls grinned up at each other, and Sora put her toned and tanned arms around Hikari's thin model, and Hikari could feel Sora's toned stomach, warm and pressing against her own. Breath on her neck, arms around her waist and fingers against her skin; Sora pushed bodily against her and Hikari could feel every curve. Sora's arm slid out and around Hikari, heading in the direction of under the bed. Hikari caught her free hand and kissed it, and gently slid it back underneath her.
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Hikari writhed under the sheets, tossing and turning, she threw her head back. Her skin felt so soft to Sora's fingers, fingers she had never used on another being besides herself, and now Hikari. Hikari moaned Sora's name, she didn't scream it, not yet. Hikari's body arched to Sora's touch, and she could tell she wanted to go faster, she could see the sweat under her eyelids and on her collerbone. Hikari's collarbone was so defined, and Sora felt the urge to kiss it, felt the urge to kiss Hikari because she was now hers. She was now the one that kissed her lips, that held her, that loved her. Hikari bucked under her again, making her move faster, she panted and whispered to some higher power about the pleasure. She screamed her name now, and Sora smiled, loving her even more.Sora layed down next to Hikari, and put her head on her lovely chest, enjoying the sound of her quickened heartbeat, and the fast paced but rhythmic rise and fall of the younger girls chest. The younger girl wrapped her arms around the older girl, she loved to touch her, and she wanted to hold her. She wanted to love her.
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Chapter Three coming soon.
