"Don't be mad," Satsuki says with a brilliant smile, effectively cutting Riko off from her rant about idiotic men and basketball practice. She leans over and sets her hand over Riko's thigh. "Will you feel better if I eat you out?"
"Don't distract me!" Riko flushes red but doesn't look away. This is an improvement from their earlier days, when Riko would run away if Satsuki did anything more than hold her hand. Still, she looks less angry now as she leans back against the tree. Together, they watch students meander around campus. If Riko is bothered by Satsuki's legs pressed against hers on the grass, she makes no comment of it. "And stop offering people sexual favors," Riko adds, almost as an afterthought.
Satsuki can feel her smile widening as she leans into Riko. "Why?" She doesn't need years of data collecting to know that Riko enjoys being eaten out, the way her legs squeeze against Satsuki's head when Satsuki is feeling particularly ambitious with her tongue. Satsuki smiles when Riko doesn't push her away and sets a hand in Satsuki's pink locks instead. "You can always take a break from coaching Seirin," Satsuki suggests. "The kids will be fine without you."
They both know she's right. It's been years since Riko graduated, and Seirin's facilities and resources have grown since winning the winter cup during high school, back when Riko thought Satsuki was taunting her instead of flirting with her. Sometimes Satsuki is amazed that they ended up at the same university, years later.
Still, it had been slightly easier for Momoi to stop herself from going back to Toou, now that Daiki was going pro and her boys are no longer participating in basketball induced pissing contests. Well, most of them, Momoi thinks. Still, she understands Riko’s restlessness—the urge to plan drills and to bring the best out of her athletes. Satsuki understands that part of Riko more than anyone else does.
“What would I even do with all that free time?” Riko asks eventually, curling her fingers at the base of Satsuki’s neck.
Satsuki mouths at Riko’s jaws and says, “Well, for starters, you could do me.” She’s expecting it when Riko yelps and jerks away, but that doesn’t stop Satsuki from admiring the red of Riko’s cheeks.
“Foul!” Riko decides, feigning annoyance. “This is your second foul today!”
“You didn’t even announce my first one.” Satsuki pouts.
Riko huffs and crosses her arms. “You know what you did. And anyways, where did you even learn to talk like that?”
“I learned a thing or two from managing Toou.” Satsuki flips strands of hair behind her back and shrugs. “And Teiko.”
“Gross!” Riko shouts, burying her face in her hands.
“Would you like me to tell you about them?” Satsuki asks, so close now that she’s almost sitting in Riko’s lap.
Riko turns bright red but doesn’t move away. She sets her hands on the small of Satsuki’s back. “I’d rather spend that time kissing you instead.”
“Okay,” Satsuki laughs, closing the distance. “We can make that happen.”
FILL: TEAM Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, PG-13
"Don't be mad," Satsuki says with a brilliant smile, effectively cutting Riko off from her rant about idiotic men and basketball practice. She leans over and sets her hand over Riko's thigh. "Will you feel better if I eat you out?"
"Don't distract me!" Riko flushes red but doesn't look away. This is an improvement from their earlier days, when Riko would run away if Satsuki did anything more than hold her hand. Still, she looks less angry now as she leans back against the tree. Together, they watch students meander around campus. If Riko is bothered by Satsuki's legs pressed against hers on the grass, she makes no comment of it. "And stop offering people sexual favors," Riko adds, almost as an afterthought.
Satsuki can feel her smile widening as she leans into Riko. "Why?" She doesn't need years of data collecting to know that Riko enjoys being eaten out, the way her legs squeeze against Satsuki's head when Satsuki is feeling particularly ambitious with her tongue. Satsuki smiles when Riko doesn't push her away and sets a hand in Satsuki's pink locks instead. "You can always take a break from coaching Seirin," Satsuki suggests. "The kids will be fine without you."
They both know she's right. It's been years since Riko graduated, and Seirin's facilities and resources have grown since winning the winter cup during high school, back when Riko thought Satsuki was taunting her instead of flirting with her. Sometimes Satsuki is amazed that they ended up at the same university, years later.
Still, it had been slightly easier for Momoi to stop herself from going back to Toou, now that Daiki was going pro and her boys are no longer participating in basketball induced pissing contests. Well, most of them, Momoi thinks. Still, she understands Riko’s restlessness—the urge to plan drills and to bring the best out of her athletes. Satsuki understands that part of Riko more than anyone else does.
“What would I even do with all that free time?” Riko asks eventually, curling her fingers at the base of Satsuki’s neck.
Satsuki mouths at Riko’s jaws and says, “Well, for starters, you could do me.” She’s expecting it when Riko yelps and jerks away, but that doesn’t stop Satsuki from admiring the red of Riko’s cheeks.
“Foul!” Riko decides, feigning annoyance. “This is your second foul today!”
“You didn’t even announce my first one.” Satsuki pouts.
Riko huffs and crosses her arms. “You know what you did. And anyways, where did you even learn to talk like that?”
“I learned a thing or two from managing Toou.” Satsuki flips strands of hair behind her back and shrugs. “And Teiko.”
“Gross!” Riko shouts, burying her face in her hands.
“Would you like me to tell you about them?” Satsuki asks, so close now that she’s almost sitting in Riko’s lap.
Riko turns bright red but doesn’t move away. She sets her hands on the small of Satsuki’s back. “I’d rather spend that time kissing you instead.”
“Okay,” Satsuki laughs, closing the distance. “We can make that happen.”