A/N: Welcome back friends! In this episode of Girlfriends In All But Name: Rope, Physiotherapy, lots of kneading and massaging, gay.
Interesting work-times this chapter, the first half took me all of an hour and the second took roughly 6. So that's fun. INCONSISTENCY!
Shigiya: Hey thanks friend! Hah I'm glad you were slightly mortified by the teeth thing, because that is the correct non-witch reaction. Akko certainly had a similar one.
A Potato: Thank you so much dear friend! Cupcakes baked with the sweeth teeth of pixies, ooh got my own sweet tooth tingling. For some reason when I think of baking cupcakes there is a big empty hole in my memory filled only with banana bread. I guess we make more banana bread than cupcakes in this family. Huh.
zealousrean: Ooh that could be fun! I'll take that into consideration! Thank you for the suggestion!
Touchy feely gay shiet.
There were many things Amanda had come to expect to see every time she opened the red team's door: Akko paralyzed and dying from toxins, Lotte quietly reading at the desk, Akko excitedly dancing around, and recently Sucy and the brunette snuggling.
What was in front of her currently did not quite fit into that list.
Akko was red-faced and wearing nothing, save for her dress shirt, undergarments and loosened tie. She was hanging from the ceiling upside-down, tightly bound in rope above what looked to be a yoga mat. Sucy was there, standing awfully close and brandishing her wand dangerously.
"You know I'm happy you two aren't dancing around each other anymore, I really am." She deadpanned, keeping a grip on the doorknob to block the others from entering. "But it would be nice if you could keep the kinky shit till past curfew."
The brunette flushed even deeper, unable to do anything but wiggle slightly in her bound state. Sucy remained unswayed, placing her hand on the brunette hip and looking characteristically bored with the intruder.
"We do keep it for after curfew, don't you worry." She droned with a slight twitch to the edges of her lips. "This is purely practical."
It was hard to tell when Sucy was fucking with you, as the girl had a poker face like no other. Amanda's brain took the possibilities uncertainty brought and ran with it, filling her head will thoughts of what the two would get up to while all others slept.
Knives probably; poisons too.
She visibly cringed.
Sucy took a step closer to her bound prey and jabbed the end of her glowing wand into the girl's thigh. Akko gave a slight jolt, closing her eyes and exhaling sharply. "Practical."
"Now buzz off." Sucy growled, massaging the muscle she had jabbed with her fingers. "I'm working here."
The girls behind Amanda at the door dispersed, whispering amongst themselves about what they had witnessed. The redhead stood and stared at Akko's relaxed for a second longer before turning lights down to half and throwing a wave over her shoulder. "Alright then. Just don't take too long or you'll have a masochist on your hands."
Amanda had already closed the door by the time either of them responded, but if she had lingered just a moment longer she would have heard the girl's shared sentiment.
"Too late for that."
Sucy increased the pressure on Akko's thigh, fully kneading the muscle tissue, pulling out the knots and unweaving scar tissue. The brunette bit her lip and clenched her fists hard, fighting through the pain, desperately awaiting the release and relaxation that came after. This was different than Sucy's love bites: longer lasting, sore, the difference between slicing a fruit and crushing it.
"Hey." The alchemist cooed. "Deep breaths okay? Relax for me." She halted her intense movements, gently stroking her dearest's soft skin. "It won't release if you tense it."
Akko tried her best, letting out a stuttered breath when the other witch's kneading became rough again.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
And with one final breath, the muscle released alongside it, rocketing pleasure and relief through the girl's body. Akko groaned, a weight she had never realized until that morning vanishing into the air.
Feeling the knot give way under her fingers, Sucy relented, pressing a sweet kiss to the tortured flesh. "Isn't that better?"
In her hazy bliss Akko almost couldn't hear the alchemist's words, but nodded slowly when her blood filled brain churned through the sounds.
"I'm gonna let you down now okay? Don't try to move." Channeling all of her focus into a levitation spell, Sucy brandished her wand, enveloping her dearest's body in a green glow.
The rope slipped free of their dormroom's ceiling beam and unraveled from around the brunette's ankles and stomach. Akko was slowly carried downwards in the alchemist's magic towards the floor; torso, arms, and legs touching down on the mat. Her head was released from the magical grip last, gently finding rest in Sucy's lap, blood slowly and carefully flowing back into her flesh and joints.
"We're gonna manually unravel what's left." Sucy murmured, taking hold of the girl's shoulders and carefully massaging the flesh. "All you need to do is breathe."
When Sucy pulled her aside that morning, asking if anything was wrong or hurting, the brunette was confused; she didn't feel different from any other day.
But Sucy noticed. Sucy always noticed.
"Your balance is different. The way your legs move is strained." Akko's brain filled with heated thoughts; Sucy watched her legs often enough to notice a change, what else was she keeping tabs on? Memories of Sucy feeling her up for injuries only increased the temperature within the brunette's mind.
"It's a mess of scar tissue in there." The alchemist had cringed, holding her calf in both hands and thumbing around a particularly sore spot. "I'm fixing this today."
Apparently the poison master knew quite a bit about physiology and alternative medicine.
And she was good at it.
Akko sighed as her love's long skilled fingers rubbed into her shoulder muscles, gentle yet forceful circles releasing years of self inflicted injury.
A shudder flew up her spine as Sucy's massage continued, kneading deep into the scarred tissue of the brunette's well loved neck. A tiny whimper escaped through Akko's lips when the source of said scaring pressed the tips of a few fingers into the holes her teeth created.
"These scars are staying." The alchemist grumbled with a slight giggle, kissing gently against the side of Akko's head.
Pulling a pillow over, Sucy shifted out from under the girl's head, replacing her lap pillow with a real one.
Maneuvering over to the other side of Akko, the alchemist lifted one leg up over her shoulder so both hands were free to work their magic.
It took an enormous amount of willpower to not let their current positions distract her from the task at hand; a scene straight out of her dreams, complete with mostly naked Akko.
'There's nothing wrong with a little indulgence...' The voice in her head goaded, an audible smirk in her voice.
'Aren't you supposed to be my conscious or something?' Sucy thought back. 'Shouldn't you be lecturing me?'
Once the reality of the situation, that she was indeed talking to herself, was returned to the alchemist, she refocused on Akko's leg, feeling for the previously discovered injuries. Once she found them, Sucy started the slow methodical process of manually working out the kinks, pulling and pushing against the now warmer and more malleable tissues.
From her spot on the floor, Akko was in a hazy bliss, relishing in her dearest's every touch; the way the alchemist knew her every bone and fibre, and where attention was most needed. She was being played like an instrument, and could only sigh happily and flush even deeper red as the entire world became unimportant.
But it was eventually over, much to Akko's dismay, and she let out a whine as her legs were placed back down on the mat. With a slight snicker, Sucy crawled across the brunette's body up to her face, giving a few kisses on the underside of the girl's jaw.
"And now you get to just lay here with me for a while." Her smirk became toothy as her hands drifted, one against Akko's bare hip, the other reaching up to cup her cheek.
"You quite like my hands don't you?" She asked teasingly, rows of sharp teeth interlocking as she smiled, her fingers curling against the girl's hip for emphasis.
The bright red girl beneath her nodded furiously, too flustered for cognizant speech.
A dark hunger swirled around in the puce viper's gut.
Nothing wrong with a little indulgence, right?
A/N: SUCY NO. SHE'S STILL RECOVERING.
This was a very ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) chapter, one that I had to take great care to not barrel off the deep end into M ratings. This is a pure christian fic. Obviously.
I'd like to picture that Sucy, along with her yoga skills, picked up a bit of physio knowledge from living with Ramzan. It would certainly be useful in her future health store endeavors. Plus it's a backstory backed excuse for her to get all handsy.
My brain has suddenly shut down. So that's all the words for today!
Tell me how it was!