A.N ~ Here's a short chapter that I hope m'dears will enjoy ^_^
She will Rock you
This is truly going to become a battle of wills, thought Shizuru as she rinsed the last of the bubbles from her body. She held a fluttering feeling of dread mixed with an excitable primeval urge to prove her might – which turned out to be quite the adrenaline cocktail – and pushing aside her rather amusing and sudden fear of the girl, she honestly felt a raw need to go cavewoman upon her.
I'm quite certain I could subdue her…though, perhaps not easily. Shizuru's eyes drifted to the handle of the bathroom door. She had left the shower curtain partially open so she could keep alert as to whether Natsuki would go so far as to pick the lock. Such a thing would leave Shizuru terribly vulnerable…and such a thought left her terribly aroused too!
With a quick shuddering breath Shizuru dunked her head once more under the shower. She didn't want to be so distracted by fantasies when the real thing lay in wait, just outside the door.
A moment later, the shower was off and the towel was on. Shizuru tried to keep at a slow pace so she could form a plan of attack, but her body didn't seem to be cooperating. The brunette attempted to think logically as she continued to dry, and keep watch on the door.
This is different, and I'm not sure why… it feels like something's been building within me. Is it love? -A need to be close? …Yes. Closeness. But it's not the same as usual.
Am I to tell her?
The thought made her pause completely. And she felt the beating ache like it wanted to choke her.
She placed her hand high up on her chest, slowly massaging to sooth. No, not that…-the timing is… -just, no. Not now. She returned to drying her hair gently, quite confident in her decision.
Besides, she reasoned, there is something darker about this feeling. What is it I want then? Not for our future or our friendship, but for right now? What is it? Shizuru looked into the steamy mirror and wiped it clean with her hand. She needed to stare back at the person she was trying to figure out.
Her eyes appeared maroon in this particular lighting, though that could have been more to do with her mood than anything else. They were storm-like in their intensity and revealed her confusion clearly.
What is it that's been building in me all day? Shizuru thought back, through all of the day's events. To the maths room, to the music played, to the following fans and Tate's drooling! To the feeling of being called 'girlfriend.'
And then, when she glimpsed the cherry red flecks spark in her eyes Shizuru realised with the purest clarity; I must fight her.
And she grinned.
Sure, it might not have been the most obvious of urges, but it was a powerful one – one that was being shared by a prowling bluenette, lurking about the living room.
Natsuki had given up clawing at the bathroom door, and so had been restlessly moving about her belongings, shoving her giant amplifier into the middle of the room, then over by the coffee table, then finally decided it would be best placed in the far corner for now. After all she'd rather not trip over the massive thing while in pursuit of Shizuru.
She finally stopped to perch herself atop the kitchen counter, drumming her fingers over the surface and locking her ankles together to try and control the tremble of her knees.
"Why is she taking so long?" Natsuki muttered to the silvery guitar, which sat proudly gleaming on its stand opposite her. She'd contemplated plugging the beauty in to begin a hearty jam, however there was business between Shizuru and herself that couldn't be left unfinished. And preferably not put off for selfish reasons or a circumstantial piss-about… such as a convenient tease placed to distract her from the true topic of concern.
I'm no fool Shizuru, something was really wrong with you today…and you will tell me what.
A heavy sigh. Then the tentative click of the bathroom door. Natsuki listened carefully, and could almost see in her mind the gentle release of the handle, and then the more abrupt swoosh of the door as it was finally pushed open. She smiled a little, her fingers curled over the ledge eagerly preparing to jet her body forward at just the right time. Natsuki looked up expectantly when she heard the unmistakable sound of scurrying feet approaching, but otherwise barely moved. A temporary shock had taken place when she registered a wet sponge flying in a perfect arc towards her face. Little droplets spraying through the air behind it like a comets tail.
The bluenette barely got out a "Fuck damn!" before she instinctually tried rolling backwards and off the countertop. She managed to land somewhat gracefully with a grunt – wet face and all – and grabbing the fallen sponge, she ran towards Shizuru's laughing form for a little bit of revenge!
…That was the plan anyway.
Shizuru was certainly a nippy little devil, and oddly far more prepared for this game. She had positioned herself on the other side of the coffee table, and together both girls circled it. Natsuki feigned going left, then darted right to try and nab Shizuru by the arm. It failed, and after running around the damn obstruction a few times Natsuki stood panting.
I wish I'd thought to move the bloody table too! Balderdash!
The bluenette decided a new tactic was in order, she bent forward resting her hands on her knees and breathed heavier, adding a cough or two.
Yes…yes, look at poor little me, your poor Natsuki unable to keep up…so weak and feeble…
Shizuru wasn't having any of it. The fact that she'd witnessed Natsuki stampeding over the school grounds many a time had very little to do with giving away the terrible deceit; but that Natsuki had actually forgotten to hide her smirk. Shizuru bit her lip to settle a snigger and goaded.
"Ara, after all those promised threats…" Cherry eyes dared, "This is all you offer?"
Natsuki huffed through her nose, inclining her head to the side and raised a brow. 'Excuse me?'
Honey blonde hair flicked back, a double dare. 'Well?'
Emerald eyes narrowed with a flinch and she threw the sponge past Shizuru's head. The distraction seemed to have worked because Shizuru actually looked surprised when a half growling wolf pounced over the table at her.
With a tackle and a yelp, both girls fell to the floor, Natsuki used all her strength just to pin the woman, then realised with some disappointment she couldn't keep it up for long.
Shizuru's heart hammered against her ribs, her secret love was lying flat against her, her body writhing on top and attempting desperately to dominate her fully. Even before this, with the build up of the play-fight the atmosphere had become so electric, the air in their little world was buzzing and thick, it was hard to breathe.
"I'm not sure how…" Natsuki said through gritted teeth as the two fought for supremacy, "…but you will pay!"
"And how will I pay, if you lose?" Shizuru held back a laugh. She was honestly shaking so badly she prayed the Rocker wouldn't notice.
Yet then, she saw the most defiant look in Natsuki's emerald eyes – one that would normally melt her…but it crept under her skin in an unpleasant way. Making her muscles tense and her eyes narrow coldly. She caught Natsuki's wrists and rolled them over with frightening strength, Mine! her head screamed, but her body did nothing, and her eyes just locked into a staring match.
The bluenette tested her strength against Shizuru's restraining hands, but found them unyielding. The pressure over her wrists started to ache, and frustration nearly got the dark wolf baring it's teeth… but before she could so much as snarl, green eyes connected with deep crimson, and she suddenly found herself all too happy to lay prone upon her back.
Shizuru looked… scary.
They had only been close friends for a month, and the bluenette had never seen this side of Shizuru. The displeased side, the resulting effect of what happens if pushed too far… But, Natsuki couldn't remember ever pushing that hard? Should I say sorry?
Natsuki was unprotected and felt herself shrink beneath that stare. She hated feeling so small, and especially for reasons she didn't understand. Weren't we just playing? So then, what? It just got a bit out of hand… s-she started it anyway!
A frown was steadily forming on Natsuki's face, and Shizuru watched it grow with fascination.
Better to just stare at the girl you want than to superciliously think you have claim. Shizuru had actually been quite pleased that her jealous serpent's control had been so short lived. Outwardly at least…
Ah, Natsuki, Natsuki… you have no idea how difficult you're making this…
Shizuru was straddling over Natsuki's hips, consciously keeping any touch between them as minimal as possible. She despised the empty space, but she needed it. It was a shield, a barrier of air that was growing too cool, too still to pass through. She imagined little wind tunnels streaming around her arms, keeping them locked and strong, while her desires did their best to cripple her resolve.
Look at those lips. That beautifully long hair – some of it is in her face, a few strands caught in the edge of those lips. I could move it for her, but…she doesn't look done fighting me, and I need her to stay in place. Maybe then, I could just dip my head, nudge the little blue hair away with my nose…or my lips.
She would forgive that, wouldn't she? If it were something innocent I could explain away… just do it. It's so simple, beg forgiveness if you have to, but do it!
Elbows trembled out of their locked position, and Shizuru found her upper body descend a few centimetres towards the warm body beneath.
Do it! Just dip your head down, catch those lips and kiss her! She's right there and not going anywhere, you have her. Look at that body you love so much, you've got her, look!
And Shizuru did look. What she received was a bolt of ice that rushed down her spine, snagged in her chest and shimmered out over her skin. Shizuru suddenly understood why the air seemed cooler, not alive and abuzz, but thin, full of dangerous shards that could pierce.
It was much harder to breathe.
There was no cute little frown of confusion, or even a glare that you might expect. It was something hostile… and restrained. Natsuki lay there immobile, her hands no longer in balled up fists, but open, almost relaxed. Yet not. Her face was stoic, except for a tiny gleam of green that seemed to ask, 'are you quite finished?'
Shizuru became all too aware of herself then, her mouth opened to say…words preferably, but intelligent thought had left her. She did however have enough brain function remaining to loosen her grip and lift her body up a few degrees, though something instinctual was telling her not to let go completely. Natsuki's eyes were feral, yet the rest of her appeared collected.
Tomao's battered face flashed somewhere in the back of Shizuru's mind.
Kuga Natsuki did not like to be pinned. And when she realised her friend wasn't in the process of getting the hell off, she opened her mouth slowly, showing gritted teeth and spoke in a way that could not be misunderstood.
"Shizuru… get the. Fuck. Off."
The honey-haired blonde followed the command swiftly, though not without resent. Shizuru stood, leaving the girl on the floor. She dismissed the brief thought of helping Natsuki up, and adjusted her shirt instead. I feel like a scolded child, she thought in frustration.
"I suppose Natsuki cannot handle being beaten." The Kyoto girl purred in false pleasure.
Meanwhile Natsuki had dragged herself up, unknowingly copying Shizuru and finding the zip of her hoodie very interesting. "No, you're just a jerk." The Brit replied quietly, rubbing her wrists that had to bear the full upper weight of a spaced out Shizuru.
"…Kannin na."
The young biker regarded Shizuru, whose eyes had honed in on her little pink wrists.
Shizuru repeated, "I'm sorry Natsuki, I didn't realise" and she moved closer, with cautious hands that held and stroked soothingly over the small redness on each arm.
Natsuki said the first thing that had been plaguing her mind, "What is with you? You're acting so strange."
"I am?"
"You have been… all day."
"Then I'm sorry for that too…ara…I shouldn't have been so careless."
Natsuki placed her free hand upon Shizuru's caressing one, wanting somehow to stop this nonsense. "That's not what I mean, don't apologise-"
Shizuru spoke in hushed alarm, "But I've hurt you!"
"Jeez, obsessed much? I'm fine! You're forgiven!" Natsuki almost laughed, because she really was fine now, or at least getting there. After-care went a long way and she could tell Shizuru was sincere. "It's just…one moment we're laughing, fighting…" Flirting, "…did something happen?"
Shizuru was now playing with Natsuki's hand, and standing closely together did a lot to ease her nerves. Trailing her thumb over the smoother hardened tips of Natsuki's fingers, Shizuru thought how to best answer the question.
"Jealousy happened." I suppose honestly then.
"Oh." Oh? How about what the shit?
Amused red eyes peeked up at Natsuki.
"You weren't expecting that I take it?"
"I…well, err no." Natsuki spluttered, "No, that I…didn't." She was floundering and obviously it was incredibly comical to witness.
Shizuru chuckled, actually feeling better for admitting what had been tormenting her. With a small gesture she invited the girl she loved to sit with her on the coffee table, Natsuki was surely starting to feel as exhausted as she had been with the whirlwinds of feelings colliding around them.
The bluenette did look bewildered, though much calmer and simply more open than she had been before. This reassured Shizuru exceedingly.
"So, what…did it then?" Natsuki asked with charming uncertainty.
"I have to admit, it did not take much." Shizuru sighed, "I am a jealous person Natsuki, and I hope that this in no way makes you feel uneasy…" she said very quickly, "But I don't truly like people very often. And when I do happen to stumble upon such a person, swinging from balconies and the like, I tend to become rather... protective."
Natsuki absentmindedly began scratching her cheek as she absorbed all that Shizuru had to say… Balcony swinging?
"Wait, you mean me?" Big green eyes stared back in full surprise. "But you've got nothing to…feel that way about!" Her heart started to pound and skip erratically, though she didn't understand why.
"Do I not?" Shizuru knew the fear and excitement would make any confession difficult, but she hadn't quite been prepared for the physical exertion of it all. She tried not to gasp too often in her struggle to breathe.
"The attention of Kuga Natsuki is a gift many desire. You are talented, exotic and stunning."
Dark blue eyebrows frowned at the compliments, bafflement winning over embarrassment as she listened on, utterly speechless.
"And that is simply the outer scope of your being, I have come to know the fiercely combative, witty, stubborn, expressive, deeply caring girl few truly know of, and I am so lucky."
Natsuki could barely comprehend the words spilling from Shizuru's mouth, at first she had thought her friend was just being kind, but she spoke with such passionate authority it felt wrong to shrug it all away as mere friendly admiration. And the squeeze of Shizuru's hand on hers… How can I mean that much to her? …How can she say such things when she can't know me? She Can't. Natsuki only allowed the darker thought to echo briefly in her mind, and finally managed to protest, though rather weakly.
"I'm not all that…"
Shizuru knelt suddenly in front of her, hypnotising crimsons begging for understanding.
"Please Natsuki…"
The bluenette's shoulders slacked a little, desperately wanting to help somehow but unable to stop the uncertain ache in her chest.
Shizuru still held her hand softly, and brushed the other over Natsuki's knee as their eyes stayed locked, both wishing to comfort the other yet neither daring to make a move.
"Natsuki…Your soul is the most beautiful to me."