I rolled my torso as my hand followed the wave down, tracing down my chest until settling between my legs. I lifted my leg up, rolling my hips against my hand as I slowly stood up, swinging my hips side to side, sliding my hands through my hair as I spread my legs, swinging my hips in slow, sultry moves as the song slowly ended. If looks could kill, Kuroo would have burned me alive. His gaze was hot on my body, setting me in fire all over and making me burn up. He was leaning forward, arm perched on his leg, his chin in his hand as his gaze slowly ate me up. His gaze met mine as I stopped dancing, my tongue darting to moisten my lips. I watched him stiffen as he leaned back, running a hand through his hair- his shirt lifted slightly, revealing the huge tent he was pitching in his shorts. His face curled into a wide grin as he leaned his elbows on his knees, hunching forward and making the tent disappear into his clothes. "You know, honestly, I was too busy enjoying Kimiko's performance to even watch yours, Aima, so I don't even know who won. Though for sure Kimiko's was a show stopper." Misaki says, though I barely manage to tear my eyes away from Kuroo.
"Rock paper scissors?" I ask Aima, my voice throaty as I hold up a fist. "Don't forget the dance!" Aima says, giving me a knowing smile as we begin our little routine, bouncing our fists as we sway our hips, suddenly dropping into a crouch before bouncing up, running our hands through our hair, popping our chests with our choice out twice like a heartbeat. I had chosen scissors, Aima having chosen paper. "Ha! I won!" Aima laughs, though I click my tongue, turning around and bending over. Aima slapped both of my ass cheeks, making me gasp as she laughed at me. "Damn! Now I wish I would've asked for more!" Aima says, and I raise an eyebrow at her. "Would you like a rematch?" I ask, though she shakes her head furiously. "Not if it's that song- no, actually, not while you're trying to show off. I had definitely failed that round, but I got lucky that you showed off too much." Aima laughs, though I roll my eyes. "I'm going to go grab a drink of water real quick." I say, walking over to the water fountain in the hallway and grabbing my shirt. "Misaki! She's thirsty! Get it?" Aima squealed, though I shook my head. "Ha ha. So funny. Look, I'm laughing." Misaki says flatly with a straight face, Aima scoffing at her.
Kuroo couldn't move, watching as Kimiko danced, doing his best to commit every move to his memory. He was mesmerized, she was so fucking sexy- and when she flashed him her lacy black bra, he tingled everywhere. How long had she been wearing that? How long would she be wearing it? Would he get the opportunity to peel it off of her? His fingers itched to touch her, his tongue ached to taste her skin again. The best part was with her dance, she showed off her hickey's, the ones that he had put on her. It was like she was daring him to do it again, teasing him with what he had done. He didn't regret it at all, marking her, tasting her, hearing her whimper and begging… it had been for him to stop of course, but he couldn't resist. When she had touched him, slid her thumb into his pants… god, the things he wanted to do to her right then, training camp be damned. He was saved from his thoughts when she dumped ice in his pants, having been so close to ripping off her clothes and ravaging her. But he still fucking burned for her, he burned for her now, wanted to take her right on the floor, in front of everyone, to make her scream his name at the top of her lungs.
