Something About That Skirt
chapter two
Twenty minutes later, he almost wished he'd let Takeru stay. This was far worse than anything the child of hope could've done. Taichi glared at the TV, which in turn did nothing but reflecting his living room. Yes, he understood that it was only noon on a Tuesday, but dammit there should be something on to at least watch in lack of better things to do!
He almost cried out in happiness when the doorbell rang. Pushing away the worries of it being Takeru again, he opened the door to reveal his visitor.
"Hey Sora!" he beamed, surprised and delighted over his friend's visit. In his bored state he couldn't be happier to see the redhead. What he received was nothing more than a stare.
"Geez Tai, the bet is over, you do know that right?" She then grinned and entered the apartment. Taichi closed the door behind her and looked down at his –still- naked legs. "Well yeah, I was going to-"
"Enjoy wearing it huh?" Sora teased, and Taichi laughed and pushed her playfully.
"Well I don't think I'll ever have the opportunity again so why not enjoy it" he joked, shrugging.
"Hey, at least you can wear it" the redhead complemented, dropping down on the couch and throwing his legs an appreciated look. Taichi, cheered up by their friendly teasing and ready to continue the game, suddenly hesitated once he noticed Sora lingering gaze. He shook his head, refusing the get awkward twice on one day.
"If it's too much for you to handle I'll go change" he retorted, waiting for her to stick her tongue out or something else childish, which she only seemed to do around him.
"It's kinda hot" Sora stated bluntly, looking smug.
The brunet threw his arms out. "Naturally, but I know what a prude you are so I'll spare you the embarrassment," he insisted, determined to finally change into shorts and t-shirt. He didn't know why he hadn't until now; it's not like the outfit was comfortable.
Sora jumped up, then froze as if catching herself being a bit too enthusiastic. Taichi tilted his head as the girl's face slowly turned red, unable to stop a smirk from appearing on his face. He loved mocking her for this weakness, and it always made Sora furious, since it often seemed to happen in spite of the fact that she wasn't even embarrassed –how fair was that? Of course, anger always made it even worse.
"Um… so did you actually shave your legs?" came the delayed question.
He blinked. "Well yea, I mean I'd look like a freak otherwise"
"Can I feel?" She whispered, eyes still glued to his legs.
"Sora…?" Taichi alarmed, trying to get eye contact with the very distracted girl.
"What?" she shot back, glaring at him. He frowned, not understanding why she suddenly became so defensive. Not long after their eyes met she looked away again, seemingly regretful.
"It's just…" she sighed and took a step closer.
"Sora, no offense, but you're freaking me out" Taichi informed, studying her carefully. One corner of her mouth twitched, but she didn't stop moving towards him. Taichi squeezed his eyes shut as the girl's palms connected with his chest.
This was not good.
"S-Sora" he mumbled, awkward beyond belief. She sighed again and leaned her forehead against his chest. A few seconds passed. When she didn't make any signs on doing anything else, he relaxed a little and patted her hair. "Are you okay?"
Out of nowhere, Sora started chuckling. "You even smell like one"
Taichi shrugged. "Yeah I figured it was for the best, I mean better to do it whole-heart-" He cut himself off, registering her words. "Wait…" The brunet ducked his head to look at her face, but she turned it away from him, blushing again. "This is because I look like a girl?"
"Stop talking, you sound like a guy, " she muttered, hands stroking their way down over his blouse and further down over the skirt.
"So this is a yuri thing?" he prompted, a broad grin spread over his face.
Sora's fingertips tickled the back of his thighs and she buried her face in his chest. "Shut up"
He chewed on his lip thoughtfully as the hands moved their way up. "Well that is kinda hot, I guess," he grinned, for some reason feeling like giggling.
Continuing to grope the "girl", Sora felt her knees shake and she let out a nervous giggle, which led to the male actually joining in. The slight change in his voice allured her to press herself closer, gasping despite herself.
"Shit!" He pushed her away, and took several steps back. From being mildly turned on and giddy he'd turned into practically terrified. "This… this is too fucked up for me, I don't know what I was thinking I just, I mean girl on girl action is kinda hard to-"
She nodded, before he could say anything else. "You're right, I feel the same. I mean about this being too weird. I'm sorry I acted so stupid. It's just…" she changed foot, staring at the floor. "...that damn skirt, y'know?"
"Starting to" he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. When they managed to look at each other again, they both broke into laughter.
"We're so pathetic"
"Can't argue with that"