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Arisa’s room is dark, the lights dim, clothes and effects strewn about the room haphazardly. The first time Tam had seen it she wondered if this was a recent development or if Arisa always lived like this. She still hadn't gotten around to asking.
Arisa lies naked next to Tam, still in her underwear, surrounded by her black sheets bunched up next to them. Her hand moves rhythmically beneath Tam’s panties as she pulls back from her kiss. Tam’s eyes are foggy, heavy, as she gazes longingly after Arisa’s lips. Her thoughts are slow, muddled, confused, like she’s been drugged, but she knows she’s only high on Arisa.
Arisa smiles at how she looks as Tam begins to pant even more deeply. She gently bites her neck then licks her way up and does the same to her ear.
“Look at you, naughty girl.” She purrs into her ear while Tam moans.
“Just imagine if your teammates could see you now. If they knew you were over here. Again. What do you think Mayu would say, hmmm?”
Tam squirms, shifting her head back and forth, unable to decide if she wants to look away from Arisa or kiss her and never stop. She thrusts her hips towards Arisa’s hand.
“Don’t,” she moans, failing to catch her breath. “Please don’t talk about huh-her,” she can’t even finish her sentence before she’s moving her mouth to Arisa’s, one hand cupping her face, one hand on her neck.
Arisa pulls back again, a cheshire grin on her face. She places soft kisses along Tam’s body while she writhes under her care. “What do you think Hana would say if she found out about us?”
Tam’s only response is to shout “Oh fuck!” while her whole body quivers and spasms next to Arisa, her thighs a vise around Arisa’s hand.
Arisa pulls her hand out from between Tam’s legs and chuckles. She kisses Tam and then, reaching up to her face, murmurs, “Lick yourself off of my fingers.”
Tam glances at her, hesitant for just a moment, before she begins lapping at Arisa’s fingers, working her tongue over her hand until Arisa is satisfied. Arisa straddles her and plants a deep kiss on her lips, tongues intertwined, before climbing up to Tam’s head. She hooks her legs under Tam’s arms and, as she lowers towards Tam’s mouth, flashes her a smile and tells her “It’s my turn now.”
Tam wordlessly, immediately begins licking at Arisa while Arisa leans back slightly, not breaking eye contact. She likes to be able to gaze into Tam’s eyes, but she’s not entirely sure what she’s looking at, or looking for. Any sort of connection? Love? Lust? Friendship? Hatred?
After a few moments of pondering this she suddenly lurches forward, hunched over Tam’s face. “Oh shit” she exclaims, caught off guard by Tam's sudden change in pace and pressure. Tam’s eyes show an insolent grin as she refuses to give Arisa any quarter. Arisa clenches her thighs around Tam’s head and struggles to maintain her balance whiles she shakes and grinds into Tam’s mouth.
Eventually Tam slows and shifts to leaving small kisses on Arisa’s thighs, respectful of her sensitivity after such an intense orgasm. Arisa sits hunched on all fours for a moment breathing heavily, unable to move.
Finally she slithers back down Tam’s body until their faces are equal once again, and she gently kisses Tam’s shoulder, her cheek, her neck, while Tam stares at the ceiling.
Finally she turns Tam’s face to look at her and gazes into her eyes. She strokes her face and stares for a moment and haltingly whispers, “Hey, what if,” and Tam kisses her, hard, and for a long time, not willing to think about anything.
Eventually they break apart and Arisa lies her head on Tam’s shoulder, breathing softly, quiet. Peaceful.
Too soon, Tam swings her legs over the edge of the bed and collects her discarded underwear. “I should get going,” she mutters. “I shouldn’t have - I should get going.” Arisa watches her dress, longing in her eyes.
As Tam reaches her bedroom door Arisa, still naked, calls to her. “Tam wait,” she says. Tam pauses, one hand on the doorframe, staring at the floor.
“I wanted to say, we could….” Arisa falters. “We could tell them. You don’t…. we don’t know how it might go.” Tam closes her eyes and shakes her head, silent. “Mayu’s still friends with Io, she would, she’d be okay. She’s not…. she wouldn’t abandon you, over this.”
Tam wipes something from her cheek, and her voice comes out in a croak. “Shut up,” she takes a couple shallow, halting breaths, like she’s trying to choke something back. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t even fucking like you any more.”
And then she rushes out of Arisa’s room, out of her apartment, out. Arisa listens to her doors close, to the sound of her front door being locked by Tam’s spare key. She lies back down on her bed and for what feels like forever just stares at the ceiling. First she bites her trembling lip, then wraps her arms around her chest, then moves her hands up to her face, covering her eyes, anything to try and contain the sobs that wrack her body.
She plays it over and over in her mind. Any more?