A/N: Hello! It's nice to have something to post here finally. So, this is a silly little story that I thought of and wrote out in about one day, a story of Kyoko and Sayaka not having sex, and then having sex. I will probably think this story is stupid later and wish I hadn't uploaded it, so I had better upload it now before that happens! It isn't smut, exactly, but it is shameless and completely juvenile, and I hope you all enjoy it.

Partial credit for the inspiration of this story goes to CelticPhoenixProductions and his story "Rekindled," which started with a brief argument between Kyoko and Sayaka that involved both of them threatening to withhold sex. That story is the last installment of a series, and I suggest that you all go and read it. After you read this.

And finally, like I said, this isn't quite smut, but it is pretty indecent all the same. I would put the content rating somewhere between T and M, probably closer to M. So, you are warned.

It had been nine days since Kyoko had last seen Sayaka naked. She was beginning to realize that she had made a grave mistake.

The blunette looked and acted perfectly normal.

The redhead was losing her mind.

It was stupid, but she had really backed herself into a corner on this one. The only way out was to swallow her pride and admit she was wrong…and subject herself to endless mockery.

She couldn't do it. Her pride wouldn't allow her to back down.

If this didn't end soon, though, she going to start developing repetitive motion injuries in her hand.

It had started, as with everything else, with Hitomi and Kyousuke. Sayaka was sitting on the couch with Kyoko's head in her lap as she told the redhead about her day and how her various friends were doing. When she got to Hitomi, she had suddenly stopped talking and started snickering. Kyoko, displeased that Sayaka had stopped stroking her head, sat up and fixed her with a irritated but questioning look.

"Sorry. Hitomi confided in me about something today. I can't talk about it."

That was simply unacceptable, so, after Kyoko spent the next five minutes nettling her, Sayaka finally gave in and made her promise not to tell any of the others.

"All right, well you know how I told you a little while ago that Hitomi has been getting pissed at Kyousuke because he's always spending more time at rehearsals than he needs to, you know, practicing even after everyone else has left, and always gets home late? She told me that she's fed up with it and, get this, until he starts spending more time with her she's going to stop putting out."

They had both started laughing at that, both at Sayaka's phrasing and at the thought of Kyousuke's reaction to that unpleasant bit of news.

"Man, he is so screwed," Kyoko said, wiping her eyes as her laughter died down. "No way will he be able to handle that. Hitomi will have him wrapped around her finger."

"I hope she doesn't overdo it. That kind of thing can be bad for a relationship," Sayaka said, the seriousness of her tone undermined by occasional giggles.

"Yeah, don't you go getting ideas," she said, giving Sayaka a playful shove.

She snorted. "I wouldn't dream of it."

If Kyoko had just kept her mouth shut, it would have ended there.

Instead, she continued. "Besides, that wouldn't work on me anyway."

Sayaka raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why's that?"

"Because you'd cave long before I would."

Blue eyes narrowed, but Sayaka's tone remained light. "Come on, Kyoko. You can't go one day without getting some action. Hell, the last time Junko took me on a business trip you kept texting me asking for nude pics, and I was only gone for two days. Do you really think you'd be able to just shrug off a ban on sex?"

Sayaka had given her an out; she could have taken back her rash words and only taken a slight bruising to her ego.

Instead, she made it worse.

"Baby, please. Just because I want you all the time doesn't mean I can't go without it. But there's no way you'd be able to hold out against me," she said with a playful smirk as she started to crawl across the couch towards her love.

A dangerous smirk flashed across Sayaka's face. "All right, then. I accept your challenge."

Kyoko blinked as Sayaka stood up and faced her. "What?"

"I'm calling you out on that, Lothario. Just a friendly challenge to see which one of us can last longer." She leaned forward, mocking expression inches from Kyoko's stunned one. "Unless you want to back down?"

She blinked several times as the unfortunate reality of the situation bore down on her. She recognized too late the way out that Sayaka had offered her a minute earlier and fervently wished she had taken it.

"…You're on."

At first, Kyoko had thought she would be fine. She knew that Sayaka had her beat when it came to self control, but also knew that, despite Sayaka's bluster, her libido was just as strong as her own, and what she lacked in self control, she more than made up for in stubbornness. Kyoko figured that a few days would be enough to make her crack.

She was dead wrong.

After three days, she began to feel the effects of the growing sexual tension. They weren't fighting, so things remained pleasant between them, but there was a definite edginess that they were both feeling.

After five days, she lost her confidence in her easy victory and started spending more time alone in the bedroom, fingers working like mad to get her off—a poor substitute for the real thing.

After nine days, she became rather panicked at the indifference that Sayaka was showing. Kyoko began to wonder if Sayaka was really all that desirous of sex to begin with. Maybe she wasn't actually very good at it and Sayaka had gotten bored, only continuing with it to make Kyoko happy. After reflecting for a few minutes, she concluded that that wasn't the case. There were plenty of times where Sayaka had practically dragged her into bed, or down to the floor if she couldn't wait. Hell, she had even woken Kyoko up in the middle of the night a few times to plead for sex. No way was that for Kyoko's benefit. As for the possibility that she just wasn't very good at it, she could recall a few particularly memorable orgasms that had rendered Sayaka unable to speak or move much at all for more than a minute.

Her fears allayed, she turned her mind to figuring out the real reason. What was it? Why did Sayaka seem unaffected by this dry spell?

She immediately discarded the idea that Sayaka was sleeping with someone else. No matter how frustrated she ever got with Sayaka, no matter the argument they found themselves in, no matter what the cause of problems between them was, she believed absolutely that Sayaka would never cheat on her.

And she knew from her own recent experiences that masturbation just wasn't a good enough substitute to leave her completely satisfied.

That left only one possibility: Sayaka was faking her indifference with a poker face that would put professional card sharks to shame.

It followed logically that, if she had to fake her apathy, her real feelings were strong enough that they'd let Kyoko know she was on the verge of winning.

Ergo, if Kyoko gave her a strong enough push, Sayaka was bound to crumble.

Day ten arrived with no distinguishable difference from the other nine, except for the ever growing frustration that they were both trying to keep hidden. Sayaka got up, got ready for work, kissed her wife goodbye, and spent the rest of the day in a cubicle working under Mrs. Kaname—or, more accurately, under a supervisor several rungs on the ladder beneath Mrs. Kaname. Then back to her apartment to relax and snuggle up to Kyoko—they could still do that, at least.

Sayaka walked into the apartment and tossed her keys on the counter before checking the refrigerator to see what she could make for dinner. Kyoko usually cooked, but tonight Sayaka was in the mood for it. With that thought in mind, she headed into the living room where she could hear the redhead playing video games.

Kyoko noticed her come in and tossed her controller aside to stand up and greet her. "Hey, Kyoko. What do you want for—GAH!"

Sayaka whipped around so quickly that she nearly flung herself into the wall. Her heart had gone from an even beat to hammering out of control and she could feel what seemed like all the blood in her body rush into her face.

She didn't need to be looking at Kyoko to know she was grinning from ear to ear. She could hear it in her voice. "What's gotten into you?"

The blunette took several deep, calming breaths before turning around and doing her level best to keep her eyes on Kyoko's face.

"Why aren't you wearing any pants? Or even underwear?"

Kyoko shrugged with a paper thin display of indifference. "It's a hot day, I thought I'd keep things breezy."

"If you're hot, I'll turn up the A/C" Sayaka said icily.

"That's a waste of money! I'm fine like this!" Kyoko stretched both of her hands high above her head, lifting her shirt even further up her body, and Sayaka couldn't help glancing down before averting her eyes and cursing internally. "Besides, what's the problem? You've seen my pussy a thousand times. Not like you complained the other times I've done this."

That was the kicker in this situation: she couldn't call Kyoko out on overtly sexual behavior because this kind of thing really wasn't that uncommon for the redhead. There had been numerous occasions when she had walked around the apartment topless, bottomless, or fully nude. Usually Sayaka found it to be thrilling surprise. This time, she was less pleased about it.

Summoning all of her willpower, Sayaka shrugged it off and returned her expression to a neutral one. "Whatever. So what do you want for dinner?"

Kyoko's smug expression faltered, but only for a moment. "Anything you want to make is fine with me." She flopped back down onto the couch and Sayaka nearly swore out loud. Now she couldn't look at just Kyoko's face.

The only thing to do was retreat, and fast. "All right. I'm in the mood for dumplings tonight." She turned and headed back towards the front hall. "We don't have any gyoza wrappers, so I'm going to run to the supermarket." Run was right. She was practically sprinting to the door. "I'll be back soon!"

"Wait, Sayaka!" She could hear Kyoko hurrying after her, but, in her state of undress, she stopped before she would be in view of the front door. "Don't worry about that, just—we've got plenty of food here, I'll make dinner for you!"

"Nah, don't worry about it," Sayaka said as she snatched her keys off of the counter and opened the door. "I'm really in the mood for dumplings, so I'm going to head out. Love you, bye!"

Sayaka nearly slammed the door shut and leaned heavily against it, face beet red. A few seconds passed, then from behind her came the unmistakable sound of something heavy being thrown across the room, followed by a slightly muffled but still quite loud shout.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?"

The sheer aggravation in Kyoko's voice brought a smirk to her lips, but that had been a close one. Sayaka hadn't been prepared for that at all, and all of the repressed lust for her wife had crashed down on her at once. She had been about five seconds away from diving onto the couch and burying her face between Kyoko's legs.

Sayaka groaned and started the walk to the store. She may be out of danger for the moment, but the ache in her groin wasn't going to go away so easily.

Ohh, this could not go unanswered. If Kyoko was going to fight dirty, then Sayaka would have to answer in kind.

The second full week of their abstinence had just ended when Sayaka made her move. Kyoko had tried to tempt her with varying amounts of nudity several more times, but now that she was anticipating it Sayaka was able to resist more easily than when she had been blindsided.

Kyoko was fully clothed now and they were watching a movie together, Sayaka with her head resting on Kyoko's shoulder. It would have been a very cozy moment if not for the simmering tension between them. But with a little luck, that would soon be taken care of.

Sayaka waited until there was a lull in the action on the screen before scooting away from Kyoko. The redhead's querying look turned to shock and horror when Sayaka stretched out on the couch and laid her head right in Kyoko's lap.

The movie had reached a dull part; there was nothing to distract Kyoko. And there was nothing inherently sexual in resting her head in her lover's lap, even if she was at the edge of crossing the line.

Kyoko was frozen as her mentally scrambled about, trying to find a way out of this predicament. When Sayaka turned her head to smile up at her, Kyoko nearly lost it. All she could think of was the other times that she had seen those beautiful cerulean eyes looking up at her from between her legs.

This was evil.

She spent several more minutes squirming before the solution came to her in one moment of brilliance. Kyoko lightly nudged Sayaka's head and said that she needed to use the bathroom, so she grudgingly sat up. Kyoko kept a calm, steady pace to the bathroom. Once she was safely inside, she vigorously splashed cold water on her face to clear her head a little, then slipped out and headed to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Sayaka heard Kyoko walking back in and prepared to resume her position. As Kyoko rounded the couch, Sayaka's expression fell. The redhead had returned with a big bowl of popcorn, which she planted squarely in her lap. With a noticeably sulky demeanor, Sayaka returned to resting her head on Kyoko's shoulder.

By day 18, the strain was causing them to crack. Sayaka could no longer keep up the pretense that she was doing just fine, and Kyoko was constantly on edge. They were now quite certain that this was the worst idea they had ever had. Both of them were frequently thinking of giving in, but were held back by an almost legendary stubbornness.

This couldn't last forever; eventually, one of them would cave, and at this point the other would be so relieved that she wouldn't even tease her about it, but even so neither of them wanted to be that one.

And so the stalemate continued on for four more days, before a perfect series of events and a hefty amount of chance brought an end to it all.

The 22nd day began like the rest. Sayaka woke up with Kyoko nestled against her, kissed the top of her head and reluctantly got out of bed. She showered, ate breakfast, moped around while considering for the fifty-seventh time whether or not she should just give in and make love to her wife, and got ready for work. Kyoko woke up just as Sayaka was about to leave, so she gave her a kiss before heading out.

It was a particularly dreary day: it had been raining constantly for several days now, the skies were filled with ugly gray clouds and the air felt clammy and unpleasant. The miserable weather did nothing for Sayaka's mood—it felt more like a reflection of it. The wind was gusting pretty hard, so she kept a firm grip on her umbrella and kept her head down.

At any normal time, she would have been paying more attention to her surroundings. She would have heard the truck driving down the street next to her. She would have stepped away from the sidewalk as it passed. She wouldn't have been deluged with cold water as it splashed through a puddle.

But three weeks without getting laid was doing strange things to her attention.

Sayaka shrieked as the water splashed over her, soaking her from her feet to her chest. As if some cosmic entity was annoyed that she had only been half soaked, the wind tore her umbrella out of her slackened grip and carried it far away, leaving her to be drenched by the downpour.

She stood frozen in amazement for a few seconds, then let loose with a flurry of foul and inventive expletives that she had learned from her significant other. Her frustration and aggravation had reached a peak and left her screaming into the wind as passersby stared at her in shock. When she had shouted herself hoarse, she spun on her heel and ran back home to change into dry clothes and grab a spare umbrella, knowing that she would be late for work but unable to go while soaked to the bone.

She burst back into her apartment, slamming the door angrily and kicking off her shoes. Her socks and coat were tossed carelessly to the side as she hurried to her bedroom, she stripped off her skirt as she reached her dresser.

The door to the bathroom slammed open and there stood Kyoko, wrapped in a towel and hair dripping from the shower. There was a fierce glare on her face as she looked for the intruder, which changed immediately to concern when she saw that it was Sayaka and that she was drenched and shivering.

"Ah…Jesus, Sy, you look frozen." Without a single thought about the challenge, she tugged the towel off of her body and flung it over Sayaka's head to start drying her off.

Sayaka hurried to unbutton her shirt so she could get out of the cold, wet thing, but her mind was distracted by the brief glimpse she had gotten of her wife's glistening skin. She struggled out of the shirt, the wet fabric resistant to being removed, and reached back to unclasp her bra. Kyoko, meanwhile, was doing her best to dry off Sayaka's hair but kept stealing glances down at Sayaka's panties, which had been rendered nearly transparent by the water. She finished rubbing the towel through Sayaka's hair and pulled it away to start drying the rest of her body; as the cloth fell away from her face, Sayaka's eyes met Kyoko's, only inches away, and something sparked between them.

The towel and Sayaka's bra dropped to the floor as the women closed the already short distance between them and wrapped their arms around each other, lips pressing together with a desperate intensity that they hadn't felt in a long time. Sayaka's hands slipped around Kyoko to grip her ass as Kyoko broke the kiss so that she could trail kisses down Sayaka's chest. She peeled the clinging underwear away from Sayaka's hips and dragged it down her legs, Sayaka's fingernails dragging up her back as she knelt.

As Sayaka stepped out of the undergarment, Kyoko found herself eye level with her vagina, and three weeks of sexual frustration boiled over in a heartbeat. The redhead straightened to her full height, looked Sayaka square in the eye, and tackled her onto their bed.

Sayaka snuggled against Kyoko and listened to the rain that continued to pound on the windows and sidewalk below. It was kind of soothing, listening to the dreadful downpour outside but being safe and warm in here. Even better to be wrapped in the arms of the love of her life, even if they were a little crowded on the couch.

Sometime in the midst of the haze of passion that had taken over the last few hours, Sayaka had had the presence of mind to call her boss and tell him that she wouldn't be making it to the office today. He wasn't very happy, especially since it was already well past the start of her shift when she called, but she couldn't be bothered by that right now. Whatever trouble she got into at work was worth it for those few glorious hours.

Kyoko kissed the top of her head and sighed. "We agreed that that was the stupidest idea we've ever had?"

The blunette groaned and buried her face against Kyoko's chest. "Yes. Oh my God, yes. Let's never, ever do that again." Even if the sex had been absolutely mind blowing when they finally did it, it did not make up for the three torturous weeks that had preceded it.

A comfortable silence stretched on as they just appreciated being together, until Kyoko looked down and smirked at Sayaka.

"Told you I could outlast you."

The redhead shuddered as the temperature seemed to drop several degrees. The blue head turned slowly to look up at her, and she saw an unfathomable coldness in those eyes. Kyoko swallowed hard as she reconsidered the wisdom of that remark.

"Is that really a conversation you want to start, Kyoko?" The redhead slowly shook her head and Sayaka relaxed back against her.

"…Besides, you gave in first."

A/N: If you're wondering, yes, they had sex on that couch just before that last scene, as well as on the bed, and several other places throughout the apartment besides.

As an amusing aside, Junko totally picked up on the strange mood that Sayaka was in for a while and correctly interpreted its source, but didn't say anything to her about it. When Sayaka returned to work positively glowing, only Junko knew why and talked Sayaka's supervisor into being lenient on her.

I hope at least some of you enjoyed that. It was a lot more risque than these stories have been up to this point, and on that note I will be adding an M rated story to Rigors at some point or other, as well as a couple of other ideas that I have partially written. But who knows when that will be!