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Pretty 60: Katsuragi x Asuka

By GrimGrave

She took a deep breath. Exhale. Focus. Inhale. Repeat. Like a mantra, she thought of nothing else but the words of instruction as she continued working out. Muscles tensed up and sweat, glistening, ran down the curves of her body, along her defined tendons. Her mind was clear and her breathing steady. Her heart was—

"Looking good, Asuka!"

Hazel eyes focused on the source of the voice and met with blue-green ones. Glaring, Asuka chose to direct her attention back to the weight in her hand as she lifted it with practiced ease.

"Choosing to ignore me, huh?" The pitter-patter of steady-paced footsteps came closer and soon those blue-green eyes came into view once more.

The brunette didn't trust the mischievousness that they reflected.

Asuka sighed. "What do you want, Katsu-nee?"

"Juuust checking in on you," Katsuragi replied in a sing-song voice. "So, working out a little in the gym today, huh?"

"Isn't it obvious?" the brunette asked, trying not to pay the blonde any mind. She had made gym visits a regular thing, from lifting weights (the heavier she got used to, the better she could handle weapons) to simple exercises, as well as jogging to stay slim and in shape. The hard work had paid off, too, but there was one downside—

"I've got to say, Asuka…Your breasts look mighty impressive in that sportsbra…" A tongue crept out to wet her lips. "Look really nice."

Asuka rolled her eyes. Granted, she liked her red and white sports bra too (it matched with her red and white spats pants: white with one red stripe at each side) but having the blonde here and ogling her again and focusing only on…

"I'm trying to exercise here. I don't have time for…" She cleared her throat. "That."

"`That´, huh?" The blonde smirked and eyed the brunette up and down. Her gaze lingered on Asuka's heaving chest, then further downwards before flicking back up again. "And what would `that´ be, I wonder…"

"Katsu-nee…"

"I'm just saying that I have no idea what you're on about unless you tell me. Could it be," Katsuragi stepped closer and brushed her hands against Asuka's warm body, barely grazing her fingers up against the underside of malleable curves. "This?"

Asuka's cheeks flared up. Attempting to ignore this wasn't an option, but she wouldn't give in so easily. It wasn't fair that the blonde had such a sway over her ever since she had confessed to her…or had Asuka been the one to confess? Maybe both had done it simultaneously; it had been a confusing process in the end.

"Or is it perhaps," Katsuragi sing-sung, her arms now wrapping themselves around the brunette as she placed a feather-light kiss at the corner of Asuka's lips. And again. And again, on her cheek. Then the other. "This is what you're referring to?"

"G-Gods, Katsu-nee…"

This – this constant teasing that the blonde was prone to do ever since they had become a couple – was the downside, if only because they both knew it didn't take much for the brunette to give in.

"Kiss me…"

Katsuragi flashed a playful smile, as she always did, and did just so. Their lips brushed softly against each other before they deeply kissed, and Asuka swooned, melting into it – melting into the blonde's embrace, her pulse rising and strength vanishing. Every time they kissed it felt like their first, with the butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach, the desire to cling onto Katsuragi and never let go, the heat that shaded her pale cheeks red.

It was as if Time itself had stopped, just for them, right now for this very moment.

A hand caressed the back of Asuka's head, fingers gently burrowing into hazel tresses. The other stroke the small of her back and the brunette reciprocated, hugging the blonde closer to herself.

How easy it was to surrender to the blonde's charms, to kiss her lips and forget about the rest of the world. Dangerously easy, in fact, and yet Asuka did not fight – could not fight – and gave in. That's what Love does to you, after all.

They kissed, passionate and gentle, like lovers tend to do, but you can only ignore oxygen for so long. The two hesitantly parted and refilled their lungs. They observed one another with heavy-lidded eyes and smiled.

"See?" Asuka said. "You…distract me from my training…"

Katsuragi grinned. "I dunno about that. I think your lung capacity has improved."

"You're impossible." It was said in jest. She chuckled and her beloved joined in as they kissed again, bolder this time, but also briefly. "But I wouldn't want you to change for anything."

"I'll always be me~" Katsuragi replied with no small amount of pride in her tone. She snickered. "Speaking of me, what do you think of my new workout clothes?"

"Huh?" Asuka stepped back. Hazel eyes took in the blonde before her; a sky-blue training tank that was definitely a size too small, and dark-blue training tights that clung to her like a second skin.

"…Well…it doesn't look bad…"

"Yeah?" Katsuragi snickered and embraced the shorter girl again and forced her to meet her eyes. "I aim to look good in anything for you, you know."

"You do that any way…"

"Aww!"

Asuka giggled. "Thanks for stopping by, but I really ought to get back to my training—"

The blonde hugged her tighter. "Fine. But can we just…stay like this for a while longer? I feel extra affectionate today."

A giggle. A snicker. Asuka returned the hug, shivering as lips pressed against her throat. "I guess I don't mind a little longer break."

"Great!" Katsuragi exclaimed. "Because…I've been feeling really needy today…"

"Mm…" Their lips sealed together and the brunette hummed in content, burying her hands in golden tresses. Her girlfriend could be a handful at times…

But she'd be more than happy to indulge her.

~The End~

GrimGrave's A/N: Hope you enjoyed the random fluff.