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All work and no play makes Eichi a dull girl.
The sentence flung around Eichi's cranium as she dutifully overlooked new project proposals, typed polite and modestly charming emails, accepted calls, made lunch meeting arrangements with men possibly shrewder than even herself, texted her roomates that she would not be able to make it to movie night, again, inquired into a possible magazine spread collab with Eden that Ibara very obviously had been trying to coax her into, ignored her alarm app telling her it was time for a five minute break, again, signed off on Chiaki's new guest starring role in some children's show or other, wrote more emails. The words were dyed in Keito's unmistakable candour, though her childhood friend would of course have balked at the implication that too much work was a bad thing, instead of what the world should be striving towards.
Eichi leaned back in her chair, sighing, then tried to massage the exhaustion out of her eyes with the heels of her hands, to little eventual success. It seemed she had reached a level of tiredness that turned even her inner monologue topsy-turvy, or in less colourful words, incomprehensible. When she looked back at the screen she almost expected to have typed that damned sentence out in some subconscious leaning towards hysteria, but there was nothing there except for the half-finished letter she'd been meaning to finish and send off to dear Amano-kun.
Ara ara~
it read so f-
"I presume to say that all work and no play makes Eichi a dull girl~" an all too familiar voice cooed at her from the office's only acquiescence to comfortability, the sofa. When Eichi looked up, only half startled to find her thoughts being repeated back at her, it was to the sight of Wataru, still wearing her school boy's disguise, lying on her belly with her face propped up on her hands, merrily swinging her feet back and forth behind her. A smile graced her face when their eyes met, and the sight was enough to blow away all the fatigue that had built up so far, sitting on Eichi's shoulders for the last few hours like a devil without the accompanying holy figure. Or maybe not all of it. But at least eighty percent, surely.
"Wataru." Eichi answered, smiling back as best as she could.
"That's the name, and fooling little princes the game! I will have you know I have given our diminutive unit member quite the fright with my aggressive campaigning, just as promised! But ah, I couldn't help but think, what if she finds in my charade of your dear friend not the propulsion towards ruthlessness you are trying to nurture, but rather the exciting prospect of a romantic entanglement... Opposites do attract after all, and rivals sometimes become lovers ♪ I am not sure I could resist the allure of such a tricky part to play if it came down to it!"
Eichi watched the other woman take off the brown wig, and then the net holding all her moonlight hair back, monitor in front of her all but forgotten. "Are you saying you would try to steal my dear sweet Tori from my side? I'm not sure I could forgive even you such a traitorous despicable act if it came down to it. Maybe I will have to turn to the real Z. K., and cry my sorrow into his chest before turning my blade on you~"
"How terrible!" Wataru grinned. "I would rather you scatter said sorrow to the heartless sea of ATLANTIS instead!"
It was at about that second, or maybe several ones before that one already, that Eichi decided that no play was decidedly not something she wanted to pursue for that day. "Truly I fear the distance between is is growing larger lately." she sighed, rolling her chair away from the desk so Wataru could see her patting her lap. "We might even break up at this pace."
"One could even be seduced into thinking I am in the early stages getting ready for a one stop zero return migratory flight away from the nest, now that the chicklets have all but grown and the little prince is about to inherit his crown!" Wataru answered, letting herself sink onto Eichi's lap, one leg on each side, smelling faintly nostalgic of Yumenosaki's flower gardens. The press of her chest against Eichi's was a grounding weight unlike any other. "Oh Eichi, whatever shall we do?"
"Well if it is flight you want to take," Eichi responded as she helped Wataru out of her vest and then started working her way down the buttons of her shirt, "I will as a token of my good will help you into your travel clothes~"
She studied the sight in front of her as the shirt finally fell to the ground, the angry way the material designed to flatten the contours of Wataru's chest bit into the other's otherwise immaculate skin. What a terrible contraption. Unforgivable. Better to take the scissors to.
A giggle errupted in the other's body as Eichi embarked on her holy endeavour to free Wataru's tits, hands finding their way to the back of Eichi's head and massaging the skin there as if to encourage her to keep going. "My prince, coming to divest me of my shackles? Or a lecherous old man, daring to take advantage of this tired performer?"
"Wataru, as a sign of my gratitude for your marvelous work today, I will allow you to choose the answer yourself." And with that, the last piece of fabric tore apart, Wataru's chest rising with possibly the first real breath she had taken that day, making what was already large seem even larger. The protective bandaids on top of her nipples were now the only cover her upper body had from the prying eyes that Eichi's office's floor length windows certainly encouraged.
"Praise to the performer is like water to the flower ♪ I mention this for no reason at all~" Wataru whispered, once again pressing herself against Eichi, who, in a rather rare moment for her, understood exactly what she was expected to do.
Wataru's back was tantalizingly defenseless against the press of Eichi's fingernails as she ran them up and down the quickly reddening skin, exploring the dip at the lower end of the spine and then walking up to the shoulder blades, imagining herself leaving deeper marks than she did, marks that would take weeks to heal, and make their origin obvious to anyone unfortunate enough to see them. "Wataru was a good girl today." she murmured against the shell of Wataru's ear, feeling slightly silly about the whole thing but starkly aware of the way the other's legs tightened around hers in response. She took a strand of Wataru hair into her hand, leaving a kiss on it before deciding to walk her fingers further up the other's body, along her throat, patting her on the head when she reached it. "よしよし~"
A certain flush had overtaken Wataru's features following the words. "Meow ♪" she now said in response to the way Eichi ran her nails across her scalp, eyes halflidded.
Eichi chuckled. "Are you to be my cat then?"
This seemed to burst the bubble of Wataru's bliss slightly. Eichi admired her long lashes as she blinked, once, twice. "...I would argue that particular train has left the station quite a while ago already, no?"
It was on Eichi to blink now. Ah. Maybe she really was getting dull. "I was just thinking about how much cat ears would suit you..." she explained lamely.
"And a tail too? I guess it really is the lecherous old man then! Not that I mind! ☆" Wataru leaned back a little as if to emphasize the words, allowing Eichi to once again admire her breasts, which were perfect like the rest of her, and exuded the kind of womanly allure Eichi would never have access to, bound to her sickly underdeveloped body as she was. She now wished they were anywhere but her office, and that Wataru really did wear those cat ears, and that tail, and nothing else, or maybe she would allow the addition of a small vibrating thing only she herself had the remote control to, and then the other could crawl across the floor towards her, shaking and meowing some more.
But they were in her office, and Wataru half dressed like a schoolboy, and so they would have to make the best of it. She finally put her hands on the other's breasts, admiring first how they spilled out of her grasp, too big for her tiny hands, and then the weight of them. Wataru's response to the motion was a simple sigh, which turned into an inhale as Eichi started massaging in earnest, first pressing her breasts together and then enjoying the resistance as she kneaded her fingers into the sensitive nerves around the other's nipples, spurned on by the way the other held onto her shoulder's tighter. Wataru had always enjoyed a hint of pain sprinkled into her meal when it came to sensuality and so Eichi declined to warn her as she ripped off both bandaids at the same time now, excited both by gasping she got in response and the sight of those brown nipples, perfectly hard.
She closed her mouth around one of them while pulling at the other, thinking about how delighted she would find herself if all her sucking and biting led to something, if swirling her tongue around the bud managed to produce milk she could swallow down. Surely if she had a steady supply of Wataru's breast milk she would never grow tired again.
There was a wet popping sound when she took her mouth away from Wataru's nipple again, replacing it with the fingers of her other hand, looking up into Wataru's red face as she now slowly, but surely, started to lean back, still holding onto Wataru's nipples, and so inevitably started to pull them with her, Wataru holding out for an admirably long and probably painful time before finally breaking down and leaning into Eichi again, to lessen the strain on her breasts. "Eichi." she said, resting her heated forehead against Eichi's, voice small, traces of spit landing on the blonde's face with the single word.
"Wataru is a really good girl today." Eichi answered, still feeling silly about it but decidely less so when she put her hand into the other's pants, just resting her palm against the wet heat there, thumb stroking the inside of Wataru's thigh. She had decided she would not return to work after this. Not that she would show up at her dorm room's movie night either.
Neither of them moved for a while, having found their feverish equilibrium weirdly comfortable. Eichi was wondering whether she had ever actually made sure to lock the doors to her office when Wataru finally slotted their lips together for a chaste kiss, and then another one, which Eichi turned less chaste by holding onto her chin while forcing her tongue into her mouth, where it found an only too excitable companion. Sweat had begun to build up where Wataru was pressing her body against Eichi's, who allowed her to rut against her slightly trapped hand, otherwise making no effort to help.
It was an enchanting sight every time, Wataru with her red face, the spit in the corners of her mouth, the glassy eyes, panting, debauched, pulled down to earth and forcibly made human by Eichi's own hands. She was beautiful, of course; but in these moments what Eichi felt while looking at her was almost shaped less like adoration and more like a spike of pity for an animal gnawing at its own leg.
There was no cuter face than that of Hibiki Wataru as she came.
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"I was thinking so earlier," Wataru started when she had thrown over the shirt she had worn earlier, foregoing actually buttoning it up, instead busy redoing her braid. "but is referring to your friend as 'Z. K.' not rather cold? Why, imagine the feelings welling up in your chest if someone beloved to you started using but your initials and that were to turn into your image in people's hearts from then on..."
"Hmm, but if we were to follow that train of thought, wouldn't we arrive at T. E.? There's worse acronyms to be sure, and worse people to be reminded of, surely ♪"
Wataru put one hand to her chest in mock surprise, close to where an unmistakable bruise was beginning to form. "So it's true after all! T. E. is leaving H. W. in order to blow up trains in the desert... If I were anyone but H. W. herself I would be chant Amazing! at the bound of this world, but as I am indeed her I must wail instead!"
The message to Amano-kun was still half-finished when Eichi turned off her screen and walked over to Wataru, closing the buttons of her shirt for her, half mournfully, soothing the ache by telling herself that she would be able to take it off again later. "If there is to be a migration," she answered, "why not imagine two pairs of wings? I was of the opinion we were building this seven pillared worthy house together after all."
Wataru didn't answer, except for the light weight of her hand on the top of Eichi's head.