Chapter 30 : Tempus Fugit - An annoyance.
Between what school kept throwing at us, the recent midterms, the various obligations of the Kendo Club and unlucky period timings, I'm sad to say that I hadn't had Sakura swinging by for a 'sleep over' as much as I would have liked for this last month.
And by sleep over, I very obviously mean having sex.
And so, this Saturday's night, now that the exam rush was finally over and done with -until the next one reared its ugly head in October that is-, and after only one measly and too quick 'relief' session in the club's changing room during the week, I was very decidedly in the mood and needy.
Alas, the sudden sex deprivation had prompted me to think about our relationship with a smidgen of a clearer head, and made me realize that I had been quite neglectful of my very hot senpai.
So, as someone with a noted propensity to go down on her girlfriend with relish in her past-life, I had resolved to, for once, take charge of the events tonight and not get lulled and then swept up my girlfriend's rhythm.
Which leads us here and now, as we enthusiastically make out in the entrance of my little house, the door having barely gotten the time to close, and my hands already roaming under her pink blouse of the day.
The gorgeous brunette throatily chuckles in our shared kiss, her own hands on the low of my back as she pulls me closer, making me shiver in delight.
"My, someone's eager, hmm?" She 'idly wonders' as she pulls back, making me whine a little.
"I missed you." I explain, the tone of my voice implying how obvious I think my statement is, even as I pull her deeper into my lair.
"We see each other almost every day, though?" She answers, even as she kicks -kicks!- her shoes off, not putting up too much of a resistance.
"It's not the same!" I not quite pout, walking backward and upstairs as I guide the both of us toward my bedroom, "We can't talk, can't spend too much time with each other and…"
My hands ghost a little higher, my finger traillings around and over Sakura's shoulder blades, unintentionally hiking her blouse to under-boobs level and making her squirm a little in my grasp.
"...Can't really touch each other." I whisper huskily, before kissing her again.
It doesn't take that much longer before we finally reach my bedroom, the door unceremoniously getting kicked open along the way by yours truly, and the two of us landing on the bed rather heavily, prompting a shared chuckle to escape us both, as clothes start flying and landing approximately everywhere in the room.
The both of us play-wrestle as we keep making out, I end up atop of her, straddling her thighs, her bra having gotten lost in the tussle at some point.
We lock eyes, dark-blue orbs meeting warm brown ones, and I give her a toothy grin.
"I win~." I sing-song, not really giving any mind to her slightly put out expression, figuring it'd vanish when I'd get her to scream my name like she makes me yell hers.
In the Immaterium, our shared Lust and Desire shine in all their pink-purplish glory, even as one of my hands comes to knead her right breast gently-
-and hers dim a notch, confusing me a little.
Hmmm.
Maybe if I do this instead?
I bend over once more, my mouth finding the crook of her neck, and starting to trail kisses along the length of it, slowly, languorously-
-and, if anything, her own excitement peters even more.
I rise myself up, searching for her eyes-
-and she hides it really well, but she has that sort of complicated expression one makes when they don't know how to share an awkward piece of information.
I groan, before letting my head land a bit heavily on her collarbone.
For a bit, you can hear a pin drop in the room, even as I feel her tense a little under me.
"You're not into it." I point the obvious out after a while, and, if anything, she tenses even more.
"I-I'm sorry, I-" Sakura starts not-quite babbling-
-but I cut her off as I angle myself to lock eyes with her once again, my index finger landing on her lips to cut her off gently.
She looks at me, uncertainty written all over her face, Shame ringing in the Warp.
"Don't apologize, cutie." I tell her soothingly, "I'm not mad."
I tilt my head a fraction, before amending my statement.
"Well, I am mad, but more at me for not noticing it for months than at you for knowing what you like and don't." I explain.
We keep staring at each over for a beat-
-until she finally relaxes, a soft exhale leaving her oh so kissable lips.
"I was afraid…" My very hot senpai starts.
"That I'd take it badly?" I hazard, earning a little, anxious nod, "Nah, it's fine.
"If it's not to your taste to be reduced to a puddle, I get it."
I mean, it'd probably frustrate me to no end if I didn't know that our relationship wasn't meant to last past the school year, but I'll happily deal with it in exchange for regularly having my current hottie play with me.
Without any warning, I shift us around, making Sakura let out a surprised yelp as we end up facing each other while laying on our sides.
My hand comes to cup her cheek even as I try my best to mold my body to hers, the healthy blush she had on her cheeks coming back with a vengeance.
"You don't get to choose what you like, after all." I tell her rather pointedly, my eyes roaming what I can see of her figure, a musical giggle escaping her lips.
"So…" I begin, even as one of my legs snakes between hers, hiking her plump thigh closer to my core-
-and I start to slowly rotate my hips, grinding my privates on her naked skin.
She bites her lower lips, her arms snaking around my neck as she seemingly chooses to drink in the view in front of her.
"...How about you mess me up?" I try, inwardly very happy that my clumsy attempt at seduction seems to work since her Lust comes back with a vengeance-
-and I moan a little as she hikes her leg upward a little, taking me by surprise as my little nub gets squeezed by her sudden move.
"My, should I?" The gorgeous brunette 'wonders', one of her hands coming to sink into my buttcheek-
-her grip halting my motions, leaving the heat rising in my belly at a low simmer.
I give her a pleading look.
She smirks a little.
I pout.
Her smirk widens.
"Please." I give in, "Please, make love to me."
She laughs, a husky, seductive thing, before kissing me fully, properly in the mood once more.
Soon enough, I see stars, and I scream her name.
Serafall Leviathan wasn't a happy camper today.
To be more specific, she hadn't been a happy camper since the beginning of the week, when her precious little So-Tan had complained to her on the phone about how she had been more or less been made a fool in front of the entire school when asking a potential subordinate if they wanted to join her little pet project, and potentially more.
Not that said subordinate really knew about what her sister truly meant when she had asked about joining her in her electoral campaign, but still.
So, today, having a little bit of time for herself since no diplomatic bomb had blown up in her face recently, Hell's most famous MagicalGirl -in disguise!- had decided that she was going to give a certain rude girl a visit to give her a piece of her mind!
After all, it wasn't that hard to find her address, considering it was in the School's registry.
Slightly put out at having to don regular, uncool, clothes, the Satan can't help rhythmically stamping her foot, arms crossed under her bust, occasionally ringing the bell, and waiting for the teenage human to finally have the decency to show up at her own doorstep-
-only to blink in surprise when the door slams open, and what she can only describe as a wave of annoyance personified washes over her.
"What?" The owner of said house not-quite growls out, her appearance prompting the Satan to do a double take.
Not that she's naked or something like that, more…
Well, more like she looks like she just had a really fun and passionate night, if the hickeys and still red scratch marks peppering what is visible of her skin in her booty shorts and tank top are anything to go by.
Taking note of the strange iconography of her -quite unwilling- host's tattoos, even if she can't feel anything even remotely holy from them, Serafal's eyes roam the entryway at high speed, trying to get a clearer picture of what is going on-
-only for her eyes to imperceptibly widen when she notices not one, but two pairs of shoes belonging to a Kuoh High School student, one thrown haphazardly in the lobby, the sizes definitely not matching.
Her own Yuri-Yuri instincts taking the helm, she cannot help but grin a little.
Looks like little Prima-chan has a little girlfriend!
So cute!
"Ah, apologies, Hanako-san?" She ends up saying, not even a second having elapsed in real-time, and her tone noticeably less angry than she'd have probably been hadn't she ferreted out this little juicy, juicy piece of information, "Did I come at a bad time?"
The teenager narrows her eyes.
"It's not even 10 AM, on a Sunday morning, take a guess." The dark-blue eyed girl drawls, before huffing her oddly asymmetrical bangs out of her eyes.
My, a feisty one, for sure.
Serafall was loath to admit it, but she could see how her precious So-Tan and her had potentially butted heads.
But the girl couldn't be so bad!
After all, she was living the Yuri-Yuri dream!
"Ah ah," The Satan laughs sheepishly, a hand coming to rub the back of her head, "I'm sorry, then, that wasn't my intention."
The tattooed girl hums dubiously, even as she starts leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed under her bust.
"Right, who are you?" The dark-brown haired girl asks after a beat of silence.
Serafall blinks, a little owlishly.
Right, she completely skipped the introduction, didn't she?
…Maybe she got too used to everyone recognizing her after a while.
What was her precious So-Tan borrowed name already?
"I'm Shitori Sera…" She half-cuts herself, half trails off, feeling almost certain she hadn't totally messed up as the teenager facing her groans under her breath, "And I was wondering if I could make you change your mind about your refusal to join the Student Council?"
The girl gives her a deadpan stare, before slowly shaking her head.
"I'm afraid my intentions haven't changed, Shitori-san," She smoothly answers, her tone polite, "I've honestly quite a lot on my plate already and I don't fancy adding anything to the pile for now.
"For the record, this is exactly what I already told your…" She squints, before nodding to herself, "Sister?"
Serafall can only happily nod while beaming a smile her way.
"Right, so, that's exactly what I already told your sister, beyond my own misgivings about the Japanese school system." She elaborates, before tilting her head to the side, shrugging, and adding, "Plus, my yearmates are entitled bitches, and I really don't want to have to help them more than I already do. My obligations with the Kendo Club are plenty enough."
Welp, that settles it.
Her precious So-Tan definitely misjudged her shot with this one.
Especially if the human girl is shying this hard from taking more responsibilities.
Dealing with entitled schoolgirls is a thing, dealing with self-aggrandizing devils?
The tattooed girl would probably blow a fuse, so, definitely not a fit for her sister's peerage.
"That's a shame, really," Serafall commiserates with a 'sad frown', "But if it cannot be helped…"
"It really can't." The teenager sighs, looking older than her sixteen measly years for an instant.
For a beat, silence falls between the two, only interrupted by the sounds of the city waking up washing over them.
"Well, that's all I wanted to know," Hell's most powerful MagicalGirl ends up saying, "So I won't bother you any longer.
"I'm sure you have other,…" She pointedly looks at a rather prominent hickey on the girl's figure, "...More important, duties to attend."
The teenager slowly blinks, her eyes darting downward, before blushing slightly.
So cute!
"Erh, yeah, let's go with that." She trails off awkwardly.
Serafall grins, before giving her a jaunty wave.
"Have a nice morning, Hanako-san~." She not-quite taunts, delighting herself in watching the girl squirm a little.
She had annoyed her precious So-Tan, after all, it was only fair!
"...You too, Shitori-san." She tersely answers, before making her way back inside.
The Satan is still grinning widely as the door closes.
Right, that's dealt with.
Now, how about giving her precious So-Tan a little surprise visit?
Who knows, maybe she'll get to have some sexy Yuri-Yuri time with her this once!
A MagicalGirl could dream, after all!
I slide back under the covers with a groan of relief, not even faked, considering I potentially escaped death by glaciation for some reasons.
I sure as hell hadn't expected Serafall fucking Leviathan to come bother me first thing in the morning just because I told her sister off!
…In hindsight, I should have expected just that.
Me and my big mouth, I fucking swear.
Yet, somehow,-
Two slender yet muscular arms snake out of the cover, hugging me closer.
-the power of gay managed to save my ass, or something along those lines, if her imprint in the Immaterium had been anything to go by.
"...Who was it?" Sakura asks sleepily.
I ponder my answer, even as I shimmy out of my hastily put on clothes.
"An annoyance." I answer, before nestling myself deeper in my lover's embrace-
-and promptly falling back asleep.
[AN: Surprise!Serafall comes swinging by at an ungodly hour of the morning!
So rude!
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