Ship: Hikaru/Kanako Fandom: Princess Nine Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Square: midsummer orange juice Word Count: 489
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When the summer days are this grossly humid and it’s light outside this long, there’s nothing to do after morning practice but collapse in a heap in Kanako’s air-conditioned bedroom. They’d both taken showers in the locker room and they’re already coated in sweat again. Hikaru sighs, leaning back farther into the softness of Kanako’s high-thread-count sheets and the give of her mattress, reaching out with one hand to trace over Kanako’s hipbone through her top, eyes closed.
Kanako jerks back, eyes wide and face red. “Do you want anything to drink? I’ll get orange juice.”
She practically bolts from the room, and Hikaru rolls her shoulders back. It’s always like this; Kanako will be so comfortable with her, kissing or cuddling or even touching a little bit, but at a certain point (always a different one) she just shuts down and deflects. She never says she doesn’t want it or isn’t ready; sometimes she’ll push for it herself when Hikaru’s trying to be considerate and back off, and then Hikaru will try something else again and hit her boundary, arbitrarily moved somewhere it wasn’t before. They need to talk about it; it’s as much Hikaru’s fault as hers (maybe more; Kanako’s clearly uncomfortable) that they haven’t.
Kanako comes back with two glasses, already sweating from the humidity out in the hall. She hands one to Hikaru and takes a cautious sip of her own; her face isn’t as red-flushed as before.
“Hey,” says Hikaru. “If I’m doing something wrong, or if you’re not ready—just tell me, okay? I don’t want to go too fast; I want to know where you’re comfortable stopping so I don’t keep going to far and making you feel bad.”
The glass slips in Kanako’s hand; she catches it before it falls. “I…it’s not that I don’t want to,” she says.
Hikaru raises an eyebrow. “It’s okay if you don’t. I’m not going to think you’re a prude or anything.”
“I do want to!” Kanako says, sitting up straighter. “But I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t want to get caught in a place where you do, and I…” she trails off.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, either,” says Hikaru. “I’m just trying what I think would be fun, and maybe it is and maybe it isn’t.”
“Oh,” says Kanako, face coloring over again.
“But, like I said,” says Hikaru. “We can slow down and get you to the point where you feel like you do know what you’re doing before we move on. If that works better.”
Kanako nods, short.
“So what do you want to do right now?" says Hikaru. “Like, we don’t have to start doing whatever at this moment, but.”
“I want to kiss you," says Kanako, all in a rush. “I want to work on that.”
“You’re pretty damn good already,” says Hikaru. “But I don’t mind the practice myself.”
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B2, T
Fandom: Princess Nine
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: midsummer orange juice
Word Count: 489
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When the summer days are this grossly humid and it’s light outside this long, there’s nothing to do after morning practice but collapse in a heap in Kanako’s air-conditioned bedroom. They’d both taken showers in the locker room and they’re already coated in sweat again. Hikaru sighs, leaning back farther into the softness of Kanako’s high-thread-count sheets and the give of her mattress, reaching out with one hand to trace over Kanako’s hipbone through her top, eyes closed.
Kanako jerks back, eyes wide and face red. “Do you want anything to drink? I’ll get orange juice.”
She practically bolts from the room, and Hikaru rolls her shoulders back. It’s always like this; Kanako will be so comfortable with her, kissing or cuddling or even touching a little bit, but at a certain point (always a different one) she just shuts down and deflects. She never says she doesn’t want it or isn’t ready; sometimes she’ll push for it herself when Hikaru’s trying to be considerate and back off, and then Hikaru will try something else again and hit her boundary, arbitrarily moved somewhere it wasn’t before. They need to talk about it; it’s as much Hikaru’s fault as hers (maybe more; Kanako’s clearly uncomfortable) that they haven’t.
Kanako comes back with two glasses, already sweating from the humidity out in the hall. She hands one to Hikaru and takes a cautious sip of her own; her face isn’t as red-flushed as before.
“Hey,” says Hikaru. “If I’m doing something wrong, or if you’re not ready—just tell me, okay? I don’t want to go too fast; I want to know where you’re comfortable stopping so I don’t keep going to far and making you feel bad.”
The glass slips in Kanako’s hand; she catches it before it falls. “I…it’s not that I don’t want to,” she says.
Hikaru raises an eyebrow. “It’s okay if you don’t. I’m not going to think you’re a prude or anything.”
“I do want to!” Kanako says, sitting up straighter. “But I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t want to get caught in a place where you do, and I…” she trails off.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, either,” says Hikaru. “I’m just trying what I think would be fun, and maybe it is and maybe it isn’t.”
“Oh,” says Kanako, face coloring over again.
“But, like I said,” says Hikaru. “We can slow down and get you to the point where you feel like you do know what you’re doing before we move on. If that works better.”
Kanako nods, short.
“So what do you want to do right now?" says Hikaru. “Like, we don’t have to start doing whatever at this moment, but.”
“I want to kiss you," says Kanako, all in a rush. “I want to work on that.”
“You’re pretty damn good already,” says Hikaru. “But I don’t mind the practice myself.”