I think the smartest pairing in Monomyth (apart from Hanakio because that was gold from the get-go) is Taro and Miki. In terms of opposites attracting, you can't get a more diametrically opposed pair but because their disabilities and underlying protectiveness mirror each other, it works pretty effectively. At least in my mind.Asoko_Desu wrote: Sat Sep 09, 2023 10:09 am I really like what you did to bring out the chemistry between two characters who aren't often in the spotlight together (Ever together? I keep finding gems hidden in posts from years ago so who knows what I'll read next ..)
Thank you so much, Asoko!Asoko_Desu wrote: Sat Sep 09, 2023 10:09 amAlso, you've got a deft hand at bringing out characters' nature - nice combination of inner dialog, exposition, and spoken dialog - hope you don't mind, I'm taking notes.
If you can learn anything from my silly bollocks then I'm happy you did so, I'm just glad when folks like my stories. 
Author's notes: So, hey, I had another idea for a crack-ship like the HanakoxRin one-shot I did so I wrote over 6k words of banter and smut (which is my brand, as you know) about a pairing I don't think anyone's done before? Anyway, slight retcon for the Cordially Invited Finale so whether or not you consider it canon is up to you, I just wanted to write it. Enjoy!
“What? Fuck no! I don’t dance, and neither does he! Why-why would I do that anyway?” She asks, almost looking for a reason to be given.
“Because it’d be sweet, you guys being such good friends and all…” I tease.
“Oh, fuck off with that reverse-psychology voodoo!” Miki bops me in the arm. I sway as I laugh at her, which only makes her eyes narrow at me more intensely. “I’m gonna ask him to dance but only because I think it’ll cheer him up, not because of what you think. Which is stupid. And wrong.”
As more couples congregate within the dance floor area with the happy bride and groom, those without soon became very apparent by their isolation but one in particular definitely puzzles me; Lilly Satou. How is that woman without a dance partner? She’s bloody gorgeous! But she looks so sad, sat all on her tod…
I look over at Suzu and Toshi as the former is looking a little fatigued and is being lead off the dance floor as a faster paced song kicks in. There’s always time for a dance with Suzu later… I weave through the tables and sidle up to the solitary Satou sister, taking up a seat next to her.
“Taking a break, Lilly?” I attempt to break the ice with tongue-in-cheek joke but all it accomplishes is to startle her. Off to a great start.
“Oh, Molly… Sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone to come over to me.” She smiles but the droop in her brow makes her look a little sad. Everyone at Yamaku would talk about Lilly like she was this goddess teeming with serene grace, but if you spent any amount of time with her you’d quickly know that she is terrible at hiding her emotions. I guess she never really learned to control her facial expressions like the rest of us.
“Why’s that? No one asked you to dance?” I ask, leaning in a little more so she can hear me over the music, so-much-so that our shoulders touch. The physical contact lightens her expression and I can tell she appreciates the gesture as she leans toward me to speak.
“I’m afraid not. I get the distinct impression that I may intimidate some of Akio’s cousins. Akira was telling me how they seemed to be asking every single girl from Hanako’s side of the aisle to dance — Shortly before she, herself, was asked.” Lilly’s warm smile falters again and I look around. Sure enough, all the boys I know to be from Akio’s family seemed to be dancing with Yamaku survivors. Which begs the question…
“And what about yourself?” Lilly enquires and I go with a little self-deprecating humour.
“Ah, the only person I’d really like to dance with is otherwise occupied and I’m guessing the Hayashi boys don’t go for brown girls.”
“Hm.” Lilly’s nose crinkles at my insinuation but she manages to flip a compliment out of it. “Then they’d be missing out, Molly. I hear you look quite lovely this evening in your sari.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Lilly.” I press against her shoulder, nudging her softly which brings her smile back. It’s not quite a cheongsam but it’s definitely in that ‘vaguely-East Asian’ ballpark.
“Thank you. Akira described the colours and patterning of your sari but I lack the imagination to really contextualise it. If I may…?” She proffers her hand and I turn in my seat to drape my sleeve into her hand. She tilts her head curiously as her fingers delicately trace the ornate navy blue and purple stitching and detailing, all along the pallu draped down my arm.
“This is lovely… It’s a very nice pattern and this material is so smooth.” She muses as her touch extends further than my sleeve. Goosebumps erupt up my arm as her fingers slide along the back of my hand. I’m about to say something when her fingers reach my knuckles and her cheeks become flush.
“Oh my, I’m sorry!” She quickly retracts her hands and I can’t help but smirk at the flustered woman in front of me. I think back to our playful flirtation at Hanako’s hen party and decide I just have to tease her some more.
“Don’t worry about it, Lilly. I know you prefer a hands-on approach.” I giggle as her face becomes even more pink, her eyes ‘looking’ anywhere other than the direction of me.
“Yes, um, well…”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you, Lills. All flustered and… cute.” I smirk as I tease the supposedly unflappable Lilly Satou.
“It’s not a side I often get to show to others. I’m sure you’re aware of my reputation.” She admits reaching for her wine glass.
“Yeah but you have to let your hair down sometime!” I chuckle but she doesn’t join me. “So, why so glum, chum?”
“I confess that I’ve been feeling a little out of sorts recently.” She gulps down a large mouthful of wine and nods.
“How so?” I raise an eyebrow.
“I… feel like a proverbial stranger in a strange land.” She turns to face me but her eyes drift downwards. She’s not looking at my chest but still… It’s kind of a funny thought. “The woman I once called as close to a sister as my own flesh and blood, is now marrying a man — and is surrounded by friends — that I barely know… I feel adrift amongst her new family. Like I’m an outsider, intruding.”
For as bad a liar as she can be, Lilly’s truth was always something to be heard. It’s tragically poetic.
“Like you’re an ex coming to town to see the person you love has moved on?” I say rhetorically. I understand how she feels and I see from her face that Lilly gets where I’m coming from too.
“So much has changed while I’ve been gone. It’s selfish of me, I know, but I find myself craving connection.” Lilly reaches for her wine again and sips at it.
“I get what you mean… I’m at a bit of a loss myself. Sure, I have a new job in a place that I love but all I want to do is share it with…” I admit with a heavy sigh and Lilly looks up towards my face as I trail off. “Honestly, I’m craving a little… connection, as well.”
Our eyes meet — and I know she’s not doing it on purpose, she can’t be — but I can’t help but feel a connection right there. Those deep pools of sapphire blue…
“Molly?” Lilly’s voice shakes me out of my reverie.
“Huh? Sorry, I… kinda got lost in your eyes for a second.” I admit quietly with a crooked grin and Lilly laughs, her hand covering her mouth in that haughty way she often does. The embarrassment is worth it to cheer her up a little.
“As come-ons go; that’s one of the oldest in the book!”
“Aw, don’t take the piss, I wasn’t coming on to you!” I chuckle as Lilly finishes her wine. I actually didn't intend that but hey — if it works, it works!
“With lines like that, my dear doctor, you’ll need to get me something a little stronger if you intend to.” Her ruby lips curl into a sultry smile as she offers her wine glass.
“I think that can be arranged. Whiskey?” I ask, half-joking.
“It’s awful to stereotype, Molly! And, yes, on the rocks please.”
I take Lilly’s glass from her, tracing my index finger along hers. She blushes as I turn away from her. I get maybe five feet away before the panic sets in.
Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck, is this happening? I think this is happening.
I place the wine glasses on the bar and order three whiskeys from the bartender, one on the rocks. My heart is beating a mile a minute. The bartender lays out the tumblers and fills each with the warm amber liquid before plopping a couple ice cubes into the third. I take one of the glasses and bring it to my lips.
“Having a good time, Molls?”
I peek over my shoulder to find Miki standing there, looking a little sweaty from dancing. I look around to see if anyone else is within earshot - thankfully, everyone else is having too good a time. With the coast clear, I hook my arm around Miki’s shoulders and bring her into a huddle as I neck the whiskey in my hand.
“Whoa, I guess you are!” Miki laughs but when I look at her in panic, she changes tone quickly. “What’s wrong?”
“I am about to do something either stupid or spectacular and I’m not sure if I need you to either talk me out of it or to tell me I deserve nice things.” I ramble, trying to say so much but not enough. If I’m gonna take my shot, I’d prefer it without all my friends watching.
“Of course, you deserve nice things, Molls.” She looks at me incredulously before smiling in that way that tells me everything will be okay, a skill she shares with Taro. “Is this about Suzu?”
“No… this is… Well, I guess we’ll find out what this is, shan’t we?” I huff in amusement as I let go of Miki and pick up the glass tumblers. I try to steady my breathing as make my way back to Lilly’s table. Be chill, Molls. You’ve flirted before, this is no different.
“Here y-you g-go, Lilly.” I stammer, placing the glass in front of Lilly. I circle around her to my seat, glancing back at Miki at the bar as she quite clearly mouths the words ‘You’re fucking kidding me!’ I can only offer an exaggerated shrug and an excited ‘I know!’ before putting on a more smooth demeanour, taking my seat beside Lilly once more.
“Is everything alright, Molly?” Lilly asks as lifts her drink to her ear, listening to the soft cracking of cold ice in warm liquid.
“Just Miki acting silly. Here’s… to finding new connections.” I clink my glass against hers.
“And to being open to new things.” She says, leaning in conspiratorially with a wicked smile on her lips.
“And to being hands-on.” I lean in a little closer, whispering into her ear. She smells amazing. Like classy perfume and even classier whiskey.
“My, you’re bold.” She titters, taking a sip. Okay, Molls, time to pour on the ol’ Kapur charm.
“Why shouldn’t I be? Unlike these boys, I don’t find you intimidating. In fact, I find you rather enchanting.” I smirk confidently.
“Then I guess it’s appropriate to tell you that I don’t care what colour your skin is. In fact, I think it feels rather nice.” She blushes like crazy and, honestly, so do I. It’s kind of refreshing to not have to worry about that.
We sit a little too close for a little too long and I feel like I should ask to kiss her but Lilly leans back, as if she instinctively heard the body stepping towards us over the music before I did. I look up to see it’s Lilly’s sister, Akira, and my heart sinks. Don’t vag-block me, Akira, c’mon!
“Hey, Lills, Molls! How’re your nights going?”
“It was certainly getting more interesting, Akira.” Lilly is far from subtle with her slight annoyance but her sister seems oblivious. “Is everything alright?”
Akira scratches the back of her neck nervously and then leans into to whisper on the Lilly’s far side. Lilly’s eyes bulge a little before a wicked smile plays across her lips.
“I understand. I’m sure Dr Kapur will be more than happy to help me back to the hotel.” She announces, and Akira laughs, looking towards me. If that means what I think it does then yes, I volunteer!
“I’ll leave my sister in your capable hands, then!” Akira smiles as she returns to the man she’s been dancing with all night. I don’t quite recall which Hayashi cousin it is but he looks chuffed as anything. I quietly thank that brave man before I turn my attention back to my own Satou sister and place my hand on hers.
“I take it your hotel room just got a little emptier for the night?” I ask and Lilly nods.
“You would be correct, yes.”
“Then what do you say to continuing our drinks there?” I slip my hand into hers and pull her to her feet, the sudden shock of becoming vertical makes her giggle.
“I’d say ‘lead on, Molly’.” She slips her arm into the crook of mine as I do just that.
The party is still heaving and it’s no effort at all for us to slip out of the side doors of the hall into the corridors leading to the front exit of the building. We near the row of toilets when the accessible bathroom door opens out into the hall and two bodies stumble out giggling. I halt in my tracks, as does Emi Ibarazaki. In that split second, words are exchanged in looks alone.
‘Really, Emi? In the disableds?’
‘You can’t judge me. You’re hooking up with Lilly!’
I close my eyes and offer up a smile and a hand to her and she gladly gives me five as she drags her partner back to the dance floor. Lilly turns her head at the sound of the slap but I urge her forward.
“Who was that?” She asks, a little concerned we might have been discovered.
“Emi Ibarazaki and one of the cousins. Coming out of the accessible toilet.”
“That girl has no class, I swear!” Lilly laughs and I feel I need to counter that on Emi‘s behalf.
“You’re taking me back to your hotel, Lills.”
“I think you’ll find you’re taking me. I’m entirely innocent in this endeavour.” She smirks but I can’t let her lay me up like that and not capitalise.
“Oh, I’ll be taking you, alright…” My explicit intentions known, Lilly’s face turns a lot more pink and she can only purse her lips as we leave the building.
An absolute eternity of sexually-charged silence and playful hand-fumbling in the back of a taxi later, we stand in front of Lilly’s room. She retrieves her key card from her handbag but she hesitates as she goes to open the door. It’s only for a second but enough for me to clock it. The door opens inwards and Lilly turns to me.
“I, well, this is…” I’ve never her seen her so flustered, it’s positively adorable. “This is me, then.”
“Nothing has to happen if you’re having second thoughts, Lilly.” I reach out and take her hand in mine. It’s so dainty and warm. She pulls me into the room, slowly, manoeuvring me so she can close the door. She rests her head upon it for a moment before turning around and leaning back, her arms folded along the small of her back.
“I know I said I was open to a lot of things but I… I’ve never been with a woman before, Molly.” Her voice is quiet, nowhere near as confidant as she usually portrays herself.
“You’re in safe hands, I promise, but only if this is something you really want.” This all feels very familiar though it’s strange that I’m taking the lead. Suzu was usually the one in control. It suited our dynamic but this is definitely different.
“I want you to kiss me, we’ll see what happens from there.” A sly smile spreads across her lips and I step into her personal space. She nuzzles into my palm as I reach for her face.
“That I can do.”
I lean in and kiss her lips just a little, just to gauge her reaction. Then another, longer. I check again and Lilly nods enthusiastically. Her arms snake around my back and ensnare me as she kisses back more passionately. The sharp inhale through her nose tells me she’s intent on playing with my tongue for a while.
My hands, meanwhile, slide between her body and the door as I reach for her ample bottom. She moans into my mouth and her right leg lifts slightly, giving me enough space to press my luck and press the hard plastic plate of my knee between her inner thighs forcefully.
Her lips escape mine as she gasps for air and I kiss her cheek and neck as her fingers run through my hair. I ease off a little to check how’s she’s doing, knowing full well she is grinding against my leg slowly.
“How was that?” I ask in a suggestive tone. She gasps and swallows before nodding.
“I’m still forming an opinion but…” She breathes a husky laugh into my face, her fingers sliding from my hair to my neck and then my face. “I want you to take me to the bed, Molly.”
Now, I’m usually more than happy to take an order like that from a beautiful woman but I’m probably only going to get one chance to top Lilly Satou; I’d be a bloody idiot not to make the most of it.
“And what if I want to take you right here, you little minx?” I playfully growl into her ear as I press myself hard against her in all the right places, the door behind her shuddering a little from the pressure of two bodies against it. Lilly sinks a little, adding more pressure to her own grinding. She bites her lower lip and whimpers.
“Molly, please.”
I grab her waist and pull her backwards, pecking at her lips and neck all the way to the bed. I turn and push her backwards onto the centre of the relatively low bed, landing with a giggling yelp. I finally take in the room I was fantasising about not a few days before as I remove the pallu from my shoulders and drop it, along with the border of my sari, to the floor at the foot of the bed.
When Lilly pulls the red ribbon from her hair and shakes it out, she is the only thing I want to focus on. She looks so bloody hot with messy hair and I just want to mess it up more. I crawl onto the bed and kneel above her, my knee taking it’s place once more between her thighs. She squirms against it and holds my biceps as I lean in to kiss her more.
Our tongues dance, our bodies writhe, and our heavy breathing fills the room. Soft moans, tender kisses on flesh, and lots of desperate clawing. I think she’s ready for the next part…
“As hot as you look in that dress, Lilly; it needs to come off.”
“Only if you join me.” She grins, sitting up. Her hands find the clasp of my petticoat while I slide the straps of her dress from her shoulders. It takes a little bit of clumsy fumbling but we’re soon down to our underwear. I’m kinda glad she can’t see how plain my underwear is compared to her silky black number.
“Molly, I want a better sense of you…”
I kneel in between her open legs as her hands reach for me. I oblige and gladly enter her embrace. She closes her eyes and begins running her hands all across my torso, pressing and squeezing my fleshy parts to get a better understanding of my form. She leans in, her forehead pressing against my abdomen and inhales deeply through her nose.
“Are you sniffing me?” I giggle, stroking her messy blonde locks.
“Let me indulge in some new sensations, okay?” She responds defensively, before I feel her tongue pressed against my stomach. A tiny lick in a very ticklish spot.
“Li-hi-ly! I’m ti-hi-klish!” I giggle, squirming in her grasp. Her face turns upwards and flashes me a mischievous grin.
“If I’m going to experience something like this, I want every sense to have a memory of it. That’s a good one.” She kisses the spot she licked as her hands slide down to my hips. They slide further still but stop at my mid-thigh. “Is it alright to…”
“Here. Lemme get comfy.” I move over and plant myself parallel to her, my prosthetic legs across her fleshy ones. Her hands continue along my thighs and reach the boundary between flesh and plastic. Her fingers run along the flesh of my skin, to the hem of my stockings, and finally to the sockets.
“Do you want me to take them off?” I ask, unsure if the smooth plastic would bother her or not. I know it can chafe bare skin from experience.
“These are exquisite… Do you want to take them off?” She asks, still running her hands along them, edging every panel line and plate with a curious tilt of her head.
“I’ve been wearing them for the past seven hours so I’d appreciate the break.” I ruefully smile with a lilt in my voice. She nods and removes her hands.
“Then by all means…”
I swing my legs off the side of the bed and begin detaching them while Lilly kneels behind me and explores my body more. She plants kisses along my shoulders as her hands find my chest.
“That’s very distracting…” I mutter, trying to focus on peeling the silicon liner from my thighs.
“Is it really?” She muses in an airy tone, her larger chest pressed against my back. She’s teasing me now? Can’t have that!
“Ah’m Lilleh Sat-Oh! Ah’m hot as fook an’ ah cannae leave the gull wit’ noh legs alohne!” I mock her in a truly awful broad Scottish brogue to buy me just a couple more seconds. She laughs raucously and pulls me backwards.
“C’mere, ye daft wee bampot!” She growls in her much sexier accent. Sans legs, I’m much lighter than she expected and we spill backwards onto the bed. We laugh as I clamber between her legs, my hips pressed against hers.
“Having fun?” I whisper as I lean in to kiss her and she nods. Her hands smoothly slip onto the small of my back as we get hot and heavy once more. I grip her shoulders while her fingers tease the hem of my underwear and I moan a little into her mouth as her fingers dig into the flesh of my bum. I feel her mouth curve into a smile as we kiss.
I kiss her neck and begin to grind against her, a little gasp of delight only encouraging me to go slower and longer with each stroke. “That’s… different.” She smiles with a hint of confusion.
Her hands explore my body more and eventually unclasps my bra for me and tosses it off the side of the bed. Her greedy hands find their way to my chest and start pressing and kneading in all the ways I like.
“You’re a natural.” I encourage with a moan as the combination of her hands and my grinding really get me going.
“I’ve had a lot of practice…” She sighs, her hips starting to grind in counter rhythm to me. I lay myself flat against her body and pull Lilly’s bra up over her magnificent mammaries.
“With boobs like these, I’d be playing with them all the time too!” I tease as I massage them from the side, planting kisses into the soft flesh around her areolas. Her moans are all the go-ahead I need to take her nipples into my mouth. Her hips writhe more intensely and her legs bend, her feet slide up the bed until they almost meet my thighs.
I sit up and run my hands down her torso, the woman beneath me squirming a little more as my hands slip into the hem of her underwear and slip them off her legs in one smooth motion.
“M-Molly?” She calls out quietly. I lean into her face and give her a reassuring peck on the lips.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to love this next part.” I trace my tongue down her body, kiss each of her breasts in turn and then continue sliding down her body and the bed until I’m staring at the cutest little bush of blonde pubic hair. I giggle, scritching the curly little mound.
“Is… Is it okay that I’ve got…?” Lilly quietly asks above me and I plant my chin on her pelvis.
“It’s perfectly okay, just adds an extra garnish!”
“That’s so corny…” She groans with an obvious amused look on her face. I smirk and begin kissing around her pubic hair. I move to her plush inner thighs and plants kisses on both. She wiggles at my touch and her hands slide down her body to feel for mine. I interlock the fingers of my left hand with her right as I breathe hotly onto the glistening folds not an inch from my face. Her body shivers and Lilly herself releases a shuddering sigh into the air.
“Oh god…” She quietly utters as the fingers of my right hand press against her soft outer folds and reveal the shiny pink flesh beneath. I instinctively take a lungful of her scent in through my nose. That's the good stuff.
“Who’s sniffing who, now?” She shakily titters, gripping my hand a little harder. Rather than banter, I’d rather get to work, starting with the lightest kiss of her perky clitoris, resulting in a sharp gasp. A gentle lick of it earns me a hiss of air sucked in through gritted teeth. A probe of a solitary finger elicits a closed mouth moan. Oh, Lilly, I could play the sweetest symphony with you.
I surge forward and bury my nose into her wispy blonde curls as my mouth suckles on her sensitive spot and Lilly cries out above me. “Oh, God!”
I close my eyes and savour her taste, deploying my tongue to explore every nook and crease, each action producing a wonderful new sound. I hold her hand firm as her body twists at every lick and suck. My fingers dig and search at the roof of her insides until I find the exact spot I’m aiming for. The judder of Lilly’s hips and an audible shriek makes me smile as much as I can with my face buried in her. With my two-pronged attack now underway, the symphony of Lilly’s ecstasy begins in earnest.
“M-Molly! That’s! Gooood!” Her vocal encouragement gives me leave to mix things up a little as I release her hand and hold her thigh tightly, lifting her lower half to allow me a better vantage. My arm hooks over the top of her thigh from beneath, my thumb rubbing her clit in circles as my tongue laps at the delicious nectar she’s produced so far.
Her gasps and moans steady as I slow to a teasing pace. She’s frustrated, good, that’s what I want. I moan a little into her and that makes her respond in kind, her hands reaching desperately for my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she fidgets uncontrollably.
“Molly… I’m so close…” The quiet yet urgent whimper makes me switch back to my two-pronged attack on her outer and inner clusters of nerves. I relentlessly suck and lick while my fingers vibrate violently on her spot, building her vocal throes to their inevitable crescendo.
Lilly’s hands clench my hair tightly, her thighs becoming a vice around my neck as her whole body bucks and tenses up erratically. She lets out a drawn-out guttural squeal. There we go… That’s what I wanted. I continue my work until her whole body convulsions stop and she releases me, her limbs collapsing uselessly onto the bed. With a satisfied sigh and a contented smile, Lilly manages to huff out a “Thank… You… Molly…”
“I wouldn’t thank me just yet,” I grin down at the sweaty woman. My fingers wipe away the errant wetness around my lips and jaw, each being sucked clean with a satisfyingly audible ‘pop’. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Lilly can only offer a crooked smile and a nervous, unsure giggle at my suggestion. Okay, not right now. I hop off the bed and scuttle my way to the table near the window and pour her a glass of water. I amble my way back to the bed and offer it to her as she sits up, resting against the headboard.
“You’d didn’t need to, I could have…” She accepts the glass with a little quake and I shake my head.
“Can you even move your legs right now?” I ask, rhetorically. I already saw her struggle to shuffle up the bed using only her shaking arms.
“Good point.” She quietly admits as I clamber onto the bed again, rolling a little then crawling up the bed to Lilly’s side. She offers the glass to me and I sip only a little, depositing the glass on the bedside table. I open my arms and Lilly is more than happy to nestle into my embrace. I brush the damp bangs from her face, running my fingers across her face a little.
“How’re you feeling now?”
“Feeling like I should have taken you up on your offer at Hanako’s hen party…” She huffs with a look of astonishment, nuzzling her head against mine affectionately. “This has been fun. And if you say there’s more to come, well…”
“I’ll let you rest a little before I do more unspeakable things to you. I’m glad you enjoyed that though.”
She lets out a little ‘Mm-hm!’ as I idly play with Lilly’s hair, she tilts her head awkwardly. Her eyes move in the vague direction of where my hands are.
“Are you braiding my hair again, Molly?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry…” I sheepishly reply, withdrawing my hands.
“You did that on the plane over here too; why?”
“I dunno, I just like to braid cute girls’ hair. Mine, yours, Suzu’s…”
“You care a lot about Suzu, don’t you?” Lilly sits up, leaving my arms empty. She ‘looks’ back at me, curling her legs sideways up to her and leaning on one hand.
“Yeah… But I can’t have her right now and that’s fine.” I answer honestly, even if a little sadly.
“Then she’s a very lucky woman, indeed.” She looks down, smiling bittersweetly. Ugh, I don’t want this evening to turn into an introspective downer… I came here to forget about that whole mess. I place my hand on Lilly’s face and rub her cheek with my thumb.
“Hey, can we not talk about my ex while our tits are out? I’d very much like to keep my attention on the beautiful woman right in front of me.” My joke hits the mark, making Lilly laugh airily.
“Then, please, show this beautiful woman what else you have in mind…” She smiles and closes the distance between us, kissing my neck and chest. How can I refuse?
I wake as the bright morning sun slices through the crack in the curtains and beams directly into my face. I sit up and find myself alone, amongst dishevelled sheets and the funk of a hot night of torrid sex that still lingers in the air. I crawl to the edge of the bed, my flesh sticky and my lower back muscles aching, to find my legs where I left them along with my liner and stockings but my underwear and sari are nowhere to be seen.
“Lilly?! You still here?” I call out and hear shuffling behind the twin bifold doors that separate the bedroom and the living room. One of the doors folds and slides open to reveal Lilly; dressed and showered and looking the complete opposite to me.
“Good morning, Molly! Oh my, I really should have opened a window before I closed the door…” She titters as she hurries toward the windows, opening them as much as they will allow. “How’re you feeling this morning?”
She’s so cheery and gorgeous and I’m sitting here like sweaty rubbish.
“I’ll feel a little more human once I have a shower but where are my clothes?” I ask and she laughs.
“Oh, I’m having the staff dry clean your sari and underwear. I’d feel just awful if you had to do a ‘walk of shame’ in… less-than-fresh clothes.” She smirks knowingly in the direction of the bed but not at me. I’ll take it. “I’ve also took the liberty of ordering breakfast so why don’t you hop into the shower and I’ll find something you can wear in the meantime.” Wow. She really thought of everything.
Cleaner, preened, and wearing a baggy tank-top and shorts that Lilly lent to me; I sit across from the woman whose bed I shared last night. Her hair is neatly combed and in a high ponytail but is much more casual that I’m used to. She dressed rather modestly compared to that slinky dress from last night; now in a burgundy turtleneck and slacks.
“Mm. The tea is wonderful, are you sure you won’t have some?” She comments with a smile.
“I don’t want to ruin the mood with another argument about tea, I’m happy with coffee for now, thanks.” I chuckle, sipping the dark nectar.
“Very true. Why ruin the mood with you being wrong?” She pokes as she takes another sip. Playing games again. She’s more like her cousin than she’d probably admit. She’s lucky she’s got a fantastic body.
“I’d rise to that blatant bait but, in all honesty; you are, by far, the most pleasant and politest one night stand I’ve ever had.” I laugh, crossing my legs. No one has ever got me a coffee the morning after, let alone offered to dry clean my clothes.
“Thank you, I wanted to show my appreciation for such a wonderful night.” She beams, her cheeks glowing just a little.
“I’m glad you enjoyed your first taste of being a bisexual disaster.” I snicker, the wordplay not lost on Lilly who closes her eyes and stifles her laughter, blowing the amusement out of her nose.
“While I doubt this is something I will indulge in full-time, it was certainly a… palatable experience.” She acknowledges with a cute tilt of her head. Oh, it was definitely palatable. A knock at the door draws both our attentions and I hop to my feet before Lilly can.
“I’ll get it.” I trot over to the door and peek through the peephole to see a concierge with a dry cleaning bag draped over one arm. I open the door and the man looks a little shocked.
“Um, Ms Satou?” He raises a quizzical eyebrow at me and I have to make a conscious effort to speak in Japanese after a whole night of English.
“Yeah, I can take that for her. It’s technically mine anyway.” I laugh, plucking the bag from his arm. He gives a bemused smile before bowing and walking away. I slip back into English as I thank him and close the door. “Cheers, mate! Have a good’un!”
“Everything in order?” Lilly asks as I unzip the bag to find not only my sari freshly cleaned but my underwear too. Finally!
“Yup, looks good! Just gonna slip my bra and knickers on and I’ll get out of your hair. I know you need to start packing and I don’t want your sister giving you grief for my staying over.” I say, quickly slipping out of the clothes given to me. I half-expect Lilly to turn away as I disrobe but she doesn’t. Whether because she doesn’t really need to or because the thought of me being naked doesn’t really shock her anymore.
“It’s a shame I have to leave tonight…” Lilly laments as I’m wearing nothing but my legs, she has such uncanny timing sometimes.
“I knoooow! This was really fun.” I hop back into the jeans I fully intend to return later before the gang see her off at the airport. “But you’ll be back in Japan soon enough, right? Can’t be long until Shizune and Hisao tie the knot!”
She smirks. “Is that the only time we’ll get to meet again? For wedding hook-ups?”
“Or whenever you’re in town on business. Y’know. Circumstances permitting.” I shrug, pulling the tank top down over my torso.
“I’m not very experienced with such a… casual arrangement.” She admits, her face contorted a little in frustration. “Though this trip has been one for firsts, admittedly.”
“Don’t worry so much, Lills. I wouldn’t want to see that pretty face get crows feet.” I take a step towards her and place a hand on her cheek. “You did have fun, right?” I ask, hopefully. Her eyes drift to the sudden contact and then close with a contented smile.
“Very much so.” She nods and I go in for a hug, one which she reciprocates in earnest. I break out of the hug only for her hand to catch my chin and her lips to find mine. She kisses me one last time before stepping back.
“I hope we can do this again soon, Dr Kapur.” She smiles demurely at me and I really hope she means that. I sling the dry cleaning bag over my shoulder and purse my lips as I step backwards out of Lilly’s room.
“I’ll be seeing you, Ms Satou. Count on it.” The door closes and I puff out my chest with a mix of pride and satisfaction as I head for the elevator. I step inside and rock giddily back and forth with a huge grin as the doors close. I couldn’t be more pleased with myself as I strut through the reception, earning a few curious glances.
‘Walk of shame’? Nah, mate. I just shagged Lilly Satou! This is a walk of triumph.
is this slang? If so, it's from a part of the world I haven't been to.sat all on her tod…
It's British slang (since every Molly I write is British), meaning "on her own".Asoko_Desu wrote: Tue Sep 12, 2023 8:05 pmis this slang? If so, it's from a part of the world I haven't been to.sat all on her tod…
Reminds me of some proofreading edits I had back from Lap recently where he kept asking what 'Room for a little one?' meant.Asoko_Desu wrote: Tue Sep 12, 2023 8:05 pm Nice one - fun and unexpected; fertile ground for future stories I'm sure! Also - seems I'm not the only one with dancing on the mind
is this slang? If so, it's from a part of the world I haven't been to.sat all on her tod…
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- CraftyAtomI hate when people ruin perfectly good literature with literary terminology.
Thank you, man! That's exactly what I was going for. Strip away the veneer of fairy tale romance from Cordially Invited and it'd be full of the messiest, horniest hook-ups you could imagine (Looking at you, Emi) and it's why I chose this timeframe/event for the basis. I could see Lilly going for it in a moment of emotional weakness and then copping some feelings, hence her dialogue choices near the end. Hell, I think Lilly has a total demisexual vibe.Feurox wrote: Fri Sep 15, 2023 5:29 am Great story Sharp-O. I don't tend to enjoy Smut, but I did quite enjoy the rather messy setting more than anything. I've been to two weddings in the last year, (the first of my friends to get married really) and I can see the setting just as you have there ha! It's a fairly... messy concoction. Great work, very vivid.
OK, fine - I'll bite; what does "Room for a little one?" mean? (no - Urban Dictionary was no help, I checked)
Reminds me of some proofreading edits I had back from Lap recently where he kept asking what 'Room for a little one?' meant.
Essentially "room for one more?" but can be ironic if it's a large person.Asoko_Desu wrote: Fri Sep 15, 2023 10:26 pmOK, fine - I'll bite; what does "Room for a little one?" mean? (no - Urban Dictionary was no help, I checked)
Reminds me of some proofreading edits I had back from Lap recently where he kept asking what 'Room for a little one?' meant.
Great story, thought not one I personally engaged with. (Me, not you!). As always I ended up really liking your Shizune, but Rin just felt off to me... Regardless, I did really enjoy the use of the whiteboard motif and the extra work you put into making it develop as we go was really appreciated, it really helps to show readers what's happening. - CraftyAtomI hate when people ruin perfectly good literature with literary terminology.
Thanks, Frankyo! I'm glad you enjoyed Monomyth and hope you enjoyed the new side-stories. I primarily came back after 6 years to finish Flutter but, just like when I used to write back in the day, I just can't help but write one-shots.Frankyo wrote: Sat Sep 23, 2023 9:06 pm Glad to see you still posting and writing even in 2023. I love your Monomyth universe, having read all you've written around last year, and I find your works an enjoyable read!
Content Warning: sexual assault, violence, emotional abuse
The taste of his tongue on mine is like a foreign umami. The mingled sounds of his grunts and my moans are an alien language to me. The scent of our sweat and sex is pungent in the worst way. The touch of his body pressed into mine is invasive. The sight of his sweating, saddened face breaks my heart.
My thoughts are the only things that are still my own and I’m not even sure of that right now… I think I’m losing my mind. Or maybe I lost it a year ago along with any semblance of my autonomy.
All with just a snap of her fingers.
Hisao finishes inside me and the wave of euphoria I feel is not my own. It’s hers. I can feel her claws in the back of my mind as much as I feel him inside my lower half. The warmth entering me only leaves me feeling cold.
He retreats and looks as bad as I feel. This is was a violation of us both and I pray that he can see that I was manipulated as much as he was. In this moment we are the same and I can only hope that he knows that this is not something I would choose; for either of us.
“…Hicchan?” Her voice calls out to him through me. His name is Hisao, damn it… The silly vocal affectation sounds even more ridiculous in this scenario. I can’t believe she’d try to pull that right now. But of course she would - it’s not her voice after all.
He doesn’t answer; the soft ticking of the clock and his own ragged breathing the only sounds in the room. C’mon, Hisao. I know you’re smarter than this. You have to see there’s something wrong…
“… Never mind, Hicchan.” She says once again and he tries to hold my hand. Some semblance of affection, maybe a tiny bit of understanding at how wrong this all is. If he has figured it out, he doesn’t say anything as her hand wraps around his wrist to stop the affection. A small act of jealous aggression. The tiniest chink in her armour.
As I’m directed back to my room, I try to formulate my thoughts into a plan of action. In the few hours a day I’m allowed to act on my own free will while she sleeps, I researched everything I could on who or what Shizune Hakamachi could actually be. She’s not human, I can tell that much, not in any traditional or moral sense. Since we don’t live in a comic book or a movie; the best summation I could gather would be some manner of Yokai.
Some mix of Kitsune and Satori, maybe? Her actions don’t correlate to any particular Yokai but have aspects of many. If she can do to others what she does to me, I haven’t seen it happen. I can’t really say it gives me much comfort that her power is solely limited to me. Like she was placed on this Earth purely to control me.
I slide open the door and find her waiting, spread eagle on my bed, looking very satisfied with herself. This was what she wanted, after all. I can’t fathom why she’d want her boyfriend to fuck her best friend but given the perverse pleasure she takes in controlling me, I can’t imagine it’s for anything more than her own amusement. One of her little games.
She begins signing and my mouth interprets for her.
“Welcome back, Misha. Did you and Hicchan have fun? It certainly felt like it.”
I cannot answer back, not until she gives me leave to do so with a few more deft movements of her hands.
[You may speak freely.]
“I very much doubt it, Shizune.” I gasp as it feels like I can breathe and speak for myself for the first time today. I rub my neck ruefully as I glower at the impish, naked girl on my bed. She signs and her words erupt from my throat once more.
“Now, now, Misha. You know you have to call me Shicchan~!”
“My name is Shiina, you bi-” I’m silenced with a wag of her fingers as she slides off of my bed and saunters towards me, her hips slinking seductively toward me. A year ago, I’d have loved this view but now I can’t feel anything but contempt for her.
To think that my best friend, someone I loved, could not only twist that affection into this… control - this sadistic puppetry - sickens me to my core. I don’t know what I ever saw in you on that day.
She presses her naked form against me and my body doesn’t respond to any command I give it. Fight, tear, smash, bite; nothing. Her hand slips under my skirt and her fingers into me. I hate that a small part of me feels elated at her touch. I can only glare at her as she pulls her fingers back and licks the combination of fluids.
I’d shiver in disgust if my body was under my own control. But it’s not. Stripped of my will, my voice, and my dignity.
Ever since I confessed to her, she’s been in control of me and my entire life. My persona, my appearance, everything. A doll for her to dress-up and play with however the hell she wants. Just with a snap of her fingers and a spell weaved in sign.
Now, when you speak, they won't even see my lips move.
She practically purrs as she nuzzles against my skin and inhales deeply. The same hand she used on me finds its home in her own folds as she signs with her free hand, forcing me to speak.
“You two were so cute. All that guilt, and shame, and lust… It was intoxicating. It’s amazing how easy it was to get him to fuck you, Misha~! He must have really wanted to.”
Shizune laughs silently as she goes to kiss me. With every ounce of willpower within me, I’m able to move my face just enough for her miss my mouth. The smallest act of rebellion but enough to make her think twice. Cast just enough doubt that she steps back and becomes distracted.
You stripped everything from me except my mind and that was the worst mistake you could have made. I communicate all of that with a simple look; a look that she’s tried to steal for herself, a small smirk and a glint in the eyes that speaks my truth to her power…
I was always smarter and stronger than you, Shizune.
She lashes out and smacks my face with the flat of her palm, sending me to the floor. The sting in my cheek means I can feel for myself. My reaching for it means I have control. Her scowl means I got under her skin. I did all that on my own. I’m back in control.
She goes to swing with her backhand and that’s the opening I needed as my legs sweep hers out from under her. She slams to the carpeted floor on her side as I scramble to grab her arms. There’s a flurry of limbs as we wrestle for dominance but I manage to grab one of her hands in mine while my knee pins the other flat against the ground.
Her face twists back towards me and almost silently screams as I wrench the wrist in my hand more and more. I could never have imagined I was capable of committing - let alone enjoying - such wanton violence but as the ligaments stretch and snap and the bone beneath crunches under the continued pressure, I can’t help but feel a sense of pleasure. A final turn and the bone pierces her skin, spraying blood over my uniform sleeves. One down, one to go…
The pain and adrenaline undoubtedly surging through her gives Shizune enough strength to buck me off of her back, but the popping pressure under my knee as I’m sent tumbling off makes think I may have succeeded in disabling her other hand by accident. She recoils into the corner of the room, whimpering rasps of pain and rage as she tries to sign with a shattered wrist and dislocated fingers.
I watch her with wide, frightened eyes as she tries again and again to bring me to heel - and fails. I can’t help the laugh that comes from my throat, much to her annoyance. My natural laugh, not the boisterous bass-y villain laugh she forced upon me. I rise to my knees, grinning like a maniac as Shizune realises I’m not only free but I’m not going to let her leave this room alive.
I rise from my knees and she cowers, looking between me and the door behind me.
“Go on, try to escape, I dare you.” I say with my own voice. “I want you to feel every bit as trapped and as helpless as I have for the past year, Shizune.”
She takes her chance and tries to scurry past me only to receive my leather boot to her ribs. More crunching, more crashing, more pain inflicted as I don’t stop kicking her into my closet. The heel digs into her soft flesh and gouges chunks out of her torso. I reach into the pile of bloody clothing and bruised flesh to grip a handful of navy blue hair.
I yank and drag her into the centre of the room and mount her stomach, pinning the girl beneath me. The grin on my face widens when I see the tears roll down her face. I swing one meaty fist down into her face, followed by another, and another. Each punctuated with a truth that I haven’t been able to scream at her for the past year.
“You took everything from me!” Slam.
“You turned me into a buffoon! A comedy sidekick!” Slam.
“I was your friend! We were partners!” I continue to wail and scream before a pair of arms grapple me from behind and throw me away from Shizune.
“What the fuck did you do to her, Misha!?” Hisao growls as he stares down at me and then rushes to the quivering mass of flesh and blood that is Shizune.
“Get away from her, Hisao! She’s dangerous!” I call out as he cradles her head to his chest. His brushes the bloody bangs away from her face and tears the mashed glasses away from her broken nose.
“You’re the only dangerous one here, Misha!”
“My name is Shiina!” I shriek back at him. “I’ve always been Shiina! Misha is something she made up! Something she made me!”
He looks at me with a mix of disbelief and anger and, honestly, if I hadn’t lived it; I wouldn’t believe me either.
“She’s been controlling me ever since I confessed to her, Hisao. I don’t even know sign language! She signs and her voice comes out of me; that’s her power!”
“Power? What the hell are you talking about? Hold on, Shizune, I’m gonna get you out of here.” Hisao turns his focus back to Shizune as I rush to the door and slam it closed, locking it.
“No. She doesn’t get away, not after what she did to me. Did to us!” I spit venomously. Hisao lays Shizune down gently and rises to his feet, fists balled in anger.
“You’re the only one who’s done anything, Misha! Look at her! That’s your friend! How could you do that to her after what we just did?!” He doesn’t get it. He still thinks what we did was consensual.
“Don’t you get it, Hisao?! That was her too! She forced me to do that! Manipulated you through me!” I try to explain but his face twists into disgust.
“I thought you had problems, Misha, but this is crazy. You’re crazy. Now get the hell out of my way or…” He raises his arms a little, his fists ready but even when faced with this situation, he can’t quite bring himself to strike me. “I’m getting Shizune to the nurse.”
“No, Hisao… You won’t.” I mutter quietly as he kneels down to cradle Shizune once more. My hands flex and I begin to move them in the same exact way I’d seen hundreds of times before. I don’t know sign language but I can recognise a repeated pattern when shown enough times. A familiar flourish of fingers. A spell weaved in sign. Damn you, Shizune. Don’t make me do this to him.
“What the hell are you saying, Misha?” He looks back at my hands and then my face as he protectively wraps his arm around Shizune’s face. My digits finish their dance and I feel fresh tears run down my face. I can’t let her leave and I definitely can’t let her live.
“I’m so sorry, Hisao.” I choke back the tears and complete the incantation. “But when your hands move, they’ll never know mine guided them.”
Snap.
