Title: Celebratory Drag-Your-Drunk-Ass-Home Night
Theme 20: The Road Home
Rating: T
Genre: Uhh... (Alcohol-Induced) Mouth Rape?
(AU- Going to be about three to four parts)
Soifon remembered the second time Yoruichi kissed her a little less clearly.
It had taken place shortly after the two friends had received their letters of acceptance into the same college. Soifon having the skill to be a graduating junior, and Yoruichi actually working had made that possible. Soifon was ecstatic; she couldn't have coped being apart from Yoruichi and had been sick with worry up until the arrival of the letters; being away from her best friend would have killed her.
But the day had come and they had opened their letters of acceptance at the same time, both were delighted. Soifon barely had time to read past "Miss Soifon, we are pleased to inform you that you have secured…" before Yoruichi grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the door. "Let's go drinking!" she announced. Soifon was too overcome with happiness and relief to argue.
A few hours later, both girls were utterly gone. They'd spent the afternoon and evening barhopping, spending what was probably half a month's rent on alcohol, but Soifon didn't care. She was going to the same college as Yoruichi and, at that point, nothing else mattered.
Not that wanting to spend the rest of her life with Yoruichi meant that she was in love with her or anything. Yoruichi just happened to be a very attractive young woman and the part at the back of her mind that was delighted over the fact that, as roommates, Soifon would probably be able to see her friend change was perfectly normal, she reasoned.
She glanced over to see Yoruichi asleep at the bar, one hand loosely grasping a half-full glass of beer. She smiled to herself, and after paying the bartender, clumsily pulled one of Yoruichi's arms over her shoulder and lifted her best friend up. Yoruichi blinked drunkenly and the two of them walked the long road home, back to Soifon's apartment; because with the way she was stumbling, there was no way in hell the road home two would make it to Yoruichi's giant house.
So the pair crashed in Soifon's room, where Yoruichi immediately stumbled over to her friend's bed and tucked herself in. Soifon walked over and sat on the edge of the bed to complain bitterly, but didn't get more than a few slurred syllables out before she was silenced by Yoruichi's mouth on hers. Like the almost-forgotten kiss of two years ago, it was fierce and demanding and left Soifon feeling completely light-headed; a sensation that had nothing to do with the amounts of alcohol she had consumed.
Yoruichi's tongue pushed its way into Soifon's mouth and the raven haired girl did her best to respond, though the sudden rush of heat in her abdomen was distracting to say the least. Like before, Yoruichi ran a hand through Soifon's hair - dry this time – and Soifon looped her arms around her friends' shoulders, pulling her close. The two stayed like that for a little while, the temperature of the drunken atmosphere skyrocketing.
They broke apart eventually, Soifon's heart racing, her breathing fast and shallow. She took a few deep breaths and looked at Yoruichi.
Her friend had dropped off to sleep. Her head was back on the pillow, the covers pulled around her, her flushed cheeks the only sign that something had just happened between her and her best friend. Or it could have been the alcohol.
Soifon looked around, confused, trying to will all the hormones that were pulsing around her body to go away. She silently made her way over to her sofa and lay down, pulling a blanket around herself. Sleep didn't come easily to the confused girl.
Yoruichi apparently didn't remember anything the following morning, and Soifon wasn't about to remind her.