Shades of Pink
Rating: T (just to be on the safe side. No explicit sex or anything.)
Pairing: Ran x Kusu Kusu
Warnings: YURI. That means GIRLS. DOING STUFF. LIKE KISSING. If that bothers you, this is not for you. So shoo.
Disclaimer: HOLY SHIZ NUKI HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
A QUICK A/N: I went back and added pairing names to the chapters! I figured that would make it easier to find what you want. Some of the titles were too long, so i just put the beginning of each person's name instead. I hope that makes navigating this easier!
And if i put the wrong name, please tell me. xD That is something I would totally do. ((is an airhead))
It was sort of like torture. Long, painful torture that didn't seem to ever go away no matter how hard the poor dear wished for it. Not that Kusu Kusu wished for it too hard; it was the kind of torture that no matter how much you received, for some reason you always came back for more. Maybe she was just a masochist or something. That's sure what it felt like.
She was sitting on the floor of her best friend's room, her back resting against the side of the bed and her head resting on the soft pink comforter. Kusu Kusu sighed, readjusting her position a little.
The entire room was pink. Not that she had a problem with pink, she'd been friends with Ran for so long that not liking pink would be out of the question. Especially when Ran's favorite color in the world was pink. If Ran liked it, that meant she liked it. It was just the way her brain worked.
She always felt awkward when compared to Ran. Sure, Kusu Kusu was the class clown, but Ran was the cheerleader. She was the one all the boys wanted to date, that is if they hadn't already. How many guys did Ran date? Well, most all of them. Not for very long nor one at a time, either. It was sort of funny how they got along. Kusu Kusu, the funny tomboy, and her best friend Ran, the preppy cheer captain. It was just funny.
Well, not really funny. Kusu Kusu tried not to be jealous. She tried not to let her feelings show. Ran was obviously straight; she went out with a new guy just about every day. And it wasn't easy to keep the jealousy buried. Miki knew. She knew Miki knew. Ran's other sister had no idea, but Miki had known from day one.
"Take care of her."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Take care of Ran."
That had been sort of creepy. How the hell had she known? Kusu Kusu had done so much better at hiding her feelings since that day, but still. It was so hard. Ran was perfect. Ran was beautiful. Ran was the sunshine in her cloudy life. Kusu Kusu couldn't just sit by and watch Ran be stolen away, yet that was continuously what she found herself doing.
She reasoned that it was simply because since her Ran was so precious, losing her would be so much worse than enduring the pain of watching Ran go out with guys. At least now Kusu Kusu was still a big part of Ran's life. They were best friends. They shared everything.
Everything except Kusu Kusu's feelings, that is. Ran sometimes asked her why she didn't date. Kusu Kusu just smiled and said the one she loved was taken. And Ran always felt so bad for her, and then she'd cancel all her dates and events for the rest of the day and they'd go veg out with ice cream and movies all night long. For someone who always knew just what to say and do, Ran could be so clueless.
Like now, for instance. Kusu Kusu dropped her head between her knees to hide her blush as her friend bounced through the room in just her lingerie.
"Kusu-chan! I can't pick!" Ran pouted, turning to Kusu Kusu with two shirts in her hands. "This shirt or that one?"
I think you look just fine without a shirt, actually. "The one on the left. It's better."
"Better?"
"Well, they're both cute. I just meant with your skirt."
"Okay! I'll wear it, then!"
Kusu Kusu tried not to watch, but Ran's back was turned. She wasn't paying attention. How could Kusu Kusu not stare? So she did, watching as first Ran slid on that skirt that was too short; the skirt Kusu Kusu constantly found in her mind located on the floor besides Ran's bed where the two girls were together and—
She had to stop. No one should fantasize about their best friend like that. It was so wrong. So very, very wrong. But she couldn't pull her eyes away. She simply could not find the will anywhere in her.
body. Kusu Kusu's mouth dropped open a little as her eyes watched Ran's every move. Oh god, the best part was when Ran lifted her hands to slide on her shirt and her breasts did that little bounce as she wiggled to get her shirt on. And the shirt was skin tight; as Ran pulled it down Kusu Kusu couldn't help but notice the way Ran's breasts plumped.
Kusu Kusu was leering at her best friend. It was disgusting, she realized. Ran had no interest in her whatsoever, and she took complete advantage of their friendship by using the time they spent together to leer. She sighed, closing her eyes and trying her hardest to turn herself off. Without even knowing it, she'd become so wet. That was just sick. Ran was a girl, a girl that wasn't even interested in her! There was not reason for her to be wet over someone that didn't care anyway.
She blinked, her eyes opening as she felt Ran's hand against the side of her face. Ran's smile... Did she have any idea how much power she had over Kusu Kusu? Those eyes... Kusu Kusu could feel her feelings bubbling in her stomach; they were going to burst if Ran didn't pull away. Kusu Kusu wasn't about to push her away, but if she didn't move she couldn't exactly be held responsible for what she was about to do, could she?
Kusu Kusu's eyes closed again, her head pressing upward to meet Ran's lips. They were everything she had ever expected; lips so sweet like candy. Lips that glistened as she ran her tongue over them and licked of the strawberry lip gloss Ran had swiped on early. Ran's taste mixed with that strawberry twist was enough to send chills all over Kusu Kusu's body.
And Ran hadn't pulled away. The thought registered in her mind before she realized she was on her back, sprawled across the floor. Her blond hair was no longer in a pony tail, either. Ran was above her, grinning. What was that in her mouth? Kusu Kusu blushed when felt Ran pull backwards, realizing Ran was biting her uniform's tie.
"R-Ran..."
"Took you long enough! God, how long were you planning on making me wait?" Ran chided, halfway seriously. She tapped Kusu Kusu on the nose as she dropped herself into the blond's lap, rubbing their hips together.
"W-What?"
"Oh, come on. Miki told me you liked me way back and you've waited this long?"
Kusu Kusu had thought about confessing to Ran before. She'd thought over all Ran's possible reactions, and not one had been 'irritated it took so damn long.' She was at a loss for words, staring up into the pink eyes of her friend as she tried to choke out some sort of response. All she could do was watch as Ran rolled her eyes and lowered her lips again.
"Stupid, stupid Kusu-chan. How could you do that to yourself?"
"I... It was for you...?"
"Nice try. Don't even. Next time you like someone—"
"I don't like you, I love you."
Ran paused, staring down at into Kusu Kusu's eyes. "You love me?"
Kusu Kusu meekly nodded. Ran just grinned.
"Well, that makes it easier. I'm topping today. You can later, but hell. No way I'm not today."
"W-WHAT?!" Kusu Kusu, startled, felt herself being pushed back. She toppled over onto Ran's bed. A second later, that said girl was sitting on her stomach and fervently tugging at her jeans.
"R-Ran?"
"Oh hush. You always get to see me half naked. I hoped that would maybe speed things up, but no-oo." Kusu Kusu had to blush and look away. "Don't you even try. Tonight it's me and you!"
"But you have a date?"
"Yeah, with you." Kusu Kusu groaned as she felt Ran's hands rub her chest. They slid under her shirt; she wasn't coherent enough to try to stop Ran's ongoing attack. She only regained a bit of sense when she realized she was completely naked.
"R-Ran!"
"Heh." The pink-haired girl giggled, pushing her own bare chest against the blond's. "Yeah?"
"I... I-I..."
"You..?"
"Oh god." Kusu Kusu closed her eyes, moaning as she felt Ran's fingers run against the inside of her thigh.
"Quite sexy."
"What?"
"You're quite sexy, got it?"
"Uh... yeah?"
"Damn straight. Now where were we?"
