Akira x Miki oneshot (explicit)
Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 8:00 am
The world seemed so far away, as if a layer of invisible foam insulated her from her surroundings. It wasn’t like she’d had a choice though, did she? It was for the best. Then why did the everything seem so bland? The chattering voices, the live music playing on stage, even the drinks she threw back faster than the bartender could refill them, nothing about it seemed right. She was beginning to doubt herself, to relive every discussion she’d had up until she’d actually told him. Akira had hoped that would pass once the deed was done, but it seemed that a part of her, fueled by alcohol, appealed the decision.
Had she really explored every option? Was there no way for him to go with her? Was her promotion that much more important than him? Tired, she slumped over on the bar, leaning on her arms as her chin rested on her wrist. Tired of her current trail of thoughts, she pushed the glass away from her. Beyond the foam a girl next to her cried out, but it didn’t bother Akira. All she wanted was to just stop thinking about Scotland for a while. The bar seemed sympathetic to her needs, offering all the comfort the wooden furniture could provide. The hand that grabbed her shoulder and shook, seemed far less so.
“-ou have no manners at all? Look at me!” The foam gave way to a loud voice, as the hand shook her once more. Akira’s eyes looked at the girl’s direction, then slowly at the girl’s face, straining to focus.
“Whut?” She knew her reply wasn’t even close to witty. Her eyes darted to the empty glass the girl shoved at her and Akira connected the dots. “Oh. Sorry.” Feeling that she’d met the requirements of apologizing to a stranger, she turned away again, only to find the girl’s right hand on her shoulder once more.
“Hey! The least you could do is take responsibility, I don’t come here to have glasses shoved at me by crossdressing drunks ya know!” The girl seemed to be more upset over this than she should be. Guess she had a bad day too. Akira’s eyes darted over the girl, her tan skin and long dark hair. She wore an elegant black dress, though its properties hadn’t quite carried over to the girl who seemed uncomfortable in clothes that showed off her curves. Something white drew Akira’s attention, and for a moment she thought the girl might be wearing a glove, until she glanced down and saw the bandages on the girl’s arm, which stopped at the wrist. The girl caught her glance, but didn’t show any response. Instantly Akira’s thoughts drifted to her sister. This girl looked older than Lilly, but that alone was not enough to dissuade her from her next question.
“So, are you from Yamaku Academy then?” The girl’s fingers tensed around the empty glass before letting go, her eyes darting over at the bartender to make sure he hadn’t heard.
“Got it in one. I’d give you two thumbs up, but you know…” She waved her stumped left arm in emphasis, as a grin forced its way onto her face. Even inebriated, Akira recognized that expression. To an outsider, a place like Yamaku might have more negative connotations than it did to her.
“I only asked cuz my sister goes there, Lilly, ya know her?”
The girl’s grin changed from forced to genuine. “She’s in 3-2, right? Lilly Satou? Everybody knows that amazon! Uh, no offense.”
Akira grinned. “It’s fine, it’s fine. She’s taller than me now , you’d almost think she’s the older sister. Anyway, I’ll take responsibility, like you said. I’m Akira Satou, what can I get ya?”
* * *
Her name was Miki Miura and Akira had been right, she was having a bad day. She was supposed to go out with friends tonight, but in the end they’d all backed out, even the one who’d convinced her to wear that dress. Miki had been very clear about two things over the course of several rounds: she hated dresses and her friends were all cowards, every last one of them. Akira also noticed Miki had a remarkable affinity for alcohol and was easily keeping up with her, downing beers like water while cursing the traitors. Sometimes she misspoke and cursed only a single person.
When Miki ran out of ways to rephrase her disdain for her friends, she tried asking Akira why she was drinking by herself. Akira shrugged, a muffled gesture since she was resting her head on her hand. “Stuff.” That was all Miki needed to know, as far as Akira was concerned. A sudden prod in her side made Akira jump, just barely able to keep a yelp from escaping her throat. Miki laughed as she rested her left arm on the bar again.
“Stuff huh, must be some stuff if you’re this eager to drink it away.”
Akira could only nod. She was vaguely aware that she was trying to get drunk, but so far even that seemed out of reach for her.
“It’s ridiculous… I’m a lawyer, a responsible adult, well, most of the time anyway, I mean Lilly turned out pretty great, right?” She briefly looked at Miki pleadingly as if seeking agreement, but then the torrent came. “But the old man dangles one promotion in front of me and here I am, a little girl again, obeying his wishes and giving up everything I have just to take away his shitty guilt. My home, my car, even…” Akira’s cheeks were burning as the tears flowed, only to be absorbed into the sleeve of her suit. The girl keeping her company was silent, unsure of how to act.
Slowly she rose from her seat and sat down on Akira’s left hand side. Maybe from this position she would be able to comfort the woman. Her hand gingerly reached out and wrapped around Akira’s shoulder in a comforting gesture, the kind of half-hug that formed the entirety of Miki’s arsenal of comforting gestures. Akira, now crying without restraint, automatically turned to her and pulled the girl closer, into a full embrace. As the blonde buried her tears in Miki’s neck, the tan girl slowly wrapped her other arm around her as well. It was weird, ever since the accident she’d never used that arm to comfort anyone. It felt weird to do so, as she was painfully aware that a gently rubbing hand was far more soothing than a stump. Hoping Akira somehow might not notice the difference, Miki’s hand slid up her back and began patting her blonde hair.
If Akira had noticed, she gave no sign, grateful to have someone who allowed her to vent her frustrations regarding the move. Time seemed to pass at a different rate, until finally the last of her tears forced its way out and Akira broke their embrace. Her reddened eyes met with Miki’s and she managed an apologetic smile. “Sorry. About all that, I mean, I shouldn’t-“ Miki raised her hand to interrupt her. “It’s fine. It was just stuff, right?” Despite herself, Akira met the girl’s grin with one of her own. Remembering their location, Akira looked around and reached for her wallet.
“Do you wanna get outta here? I think I’ve had enough to drink.”
* * *
The door closed soundlessly behind them as Akira and Miki left the club. Akira’s car was parked nearby, but she had enough sense to know driving would be a bad idea. Instead, she arbitrarily chose a direction and started walking, with Miki following her lead. “Where are we going?” Akira shrugged. Turning this way and that, the two walked in silence, as they headed away from the busy streets, until finally they found themselves in one of the city’s few parks. They reached a bench and coincidentally the blonde no longer felt like walking and lowered herself on the wooden seat. Miki peered around in the darkness, as if looking for a better place to rest, but eventually sat down next to Akira, still a little unsure of how to gauge her company’s behavior.
“So, what kind of guy stood you up tonight?” The question caught Miki off guard. She shook her head. “No, I wasn’t stood up, I told you, my friends bailed on me.”
Akira shot her a sideways glance that left no questions about her believing the lie. “Most girls don’t dress up like that if they’re just going out with friends. Who is he? You can tell me.” The girl sighed, letting her shoulders slump.
“He’s on the football team with me. I’ve had my eye on him for a while now, but I always thought he just saw me as one of the guys because of the way he acted around me.” Miki rested her arms on her legs, staring at the ground. “Guess I was wrong there. He asked me out and joked about wanting to see me in something other than boys’ clothes for once.” She flashed Akira a weak smile. “Looks like I was wrong again though, when I got to the club tonight he sent me a text saying he couldn’t make it. Didn’t even bother to make up an excuse.” The smile contorted into a scowl as Miki gritted her teeth.
Akira took it as her signal to return the favor and pulled the girl closer in a gentle embrace, softly stroking Miki’s tan shoulder. “That guy’s an idiot ya know, you look amazing in that dress.” Their eyes met, and the most confident smile Akira could muster finally managed to reach Miki.
“I hate this dress.”
“I know.”
“I’m never wearing it again, either.”
“Can’t say I blame ya.”
Miki’s eyes scanned the suit Akira was wearing and chuckled.
“Maybe I should start wearing suits too.”
“You wanna try mine?” It had been a playful remark, as the cool night air had allowed Akira to regain just enough of her senses to no tap into her sense of humor. That didn’t seem to have come across well with Miki though, as she was blushing quite visibly.
“O-out here? Someone will see us!” Akira cocked her head, intrigued both by the girl’s inability to pick up on the joke as well as her willingness to give something like this a try. There was no choice, she had to see how far the girl would go, right?
“Nah, there should be a public toilet nearby, we can change there if ya like. Only if I can try on that dress of yours though."
***
The two girls stumbled into the public toilet, giggling as they held on to each other’s arm, more to make sure the other would follow suit than out of affection. What they were about to do was enough to make both of them forget about their worries, if only for the moment. There were several stalls available, all empty, yet none too appealing. Instead they stayed by the wall of mirrors that hung over the sinks. For a moment Akira stared at their reflections, illuminated by the pale fluorescent light. If she squinted just a little, the two of them almost looked like a couple out on a date. Maybe that’s what the people they’d passed along the way had thought as well. Akira noticed Miki staring as well and smiled as she shrugged off the jacket, giving it to the girl to hold as she began to unbutton her shirt. Even with her eyes focused on the shirt she was now taking off, she could feel Miki’s eyes upon her and it made her smile. It was only after she let the shirt slide down her arms that she noticed the girl suddenly seemed intent on not staring. Akira smiled.
“It’s okay, you can look. Not much to see though, yours are so much bigger.” Miki’s expression was frozen , but her eyes seemed grateful for the offer. Akira’s perky breasts looked like two humble mounds of sculpted perfection and Miki caught herself liking the blonde’s lack of bra. Akira handed her the shirt and began taking off her pants, her shoes carelessly kicked off and shoved towards the girl with one of her feet.
“I don’t get to say this often, but I think it’s your turn to strip, Miki,” the blonde said, winking playfully at her. Akira took the bundle of clothes from the tan girl and held them to her chest, as Miki slowly began to lift her dress. The black fabric crept up her legs, revealing more and more of the girl’s soft skin, in a manner inadvertently made playful by Miki’s shyness.
“Never done this before, huh?” The girl shook her head in response, unable to meet Akira’s gaze.
“You should, you have such a great body! I’m jealous, you know!” Miki didn’t reply. Her right hand clutched the black dress as she subtly tried to hide her left arm behind her back. Whether she was joking or not, Miki didn’t mind Akira’s commanding tone at all. In the face of this much interest from the blonde, it was hard not to feel insecure about her shortcomings. Still, it wasn’t like Akira was unaware of her missing hand. She seemed interested in her regardless.
“Alright then, but if you end up falling hopelessly in love with me it’s your own damn fault!” Miki’s trademark grin was obscured for the briefest of moments, as she took off the dress in one fluid motion, leaving her lingerie clad body exposed. Akira could tell that she’d been hoping for her date to get the best possible outcome. She moved closer, as if to exchange her pile of clothes for Miki’s dress, but instead her free hand reached out for the girl’s stomach, Akira’s fingertips grazing the skin just enough to feel the muscle underneath. Seeing a woman’s body in this kind of shape was a wholly new experience for her and she wanted to make the most of it. She traced the lines formed by Miki’s abdominal muscles and could feel the tan girl’s warm breath. The blonde’s red eyes darted up and met with Miki’s. Akira found herself wanting more, to experience more of this girl’s body, to explore every inch. Was it curiosity or lust that gave her these desires?
Sirens in the distance broke the spell, reminding the two that outside the small building remained a populated world, half of which likely to walk in on them any minute now.
With an appropriate sense of urgency the two put on their clothes. While Miki was doing up the buttons of her shirt, Akira discovered an unfortunate oversight on her part. Lacking her new acquaintance’s curves, the dress was a lot more revealing on her than it had been on Miki and it made Akira wish she was wearing a bra. She adjusted the thin straps every so often to keep them from sliding down her shoulders and her nipples from poking out and looked over to Miki. It was uncanny to her how the tan girl could give even something as masculine as a suit a feminine sort of charm. Miki seemed a lot more comfortable in these new clothes, especially when she assessed the fit of her dress on Akira’s smaller frame.
“That dress looks better on you than it does on me, you should keep it!”
Akira laughed and shook her head. “No way, if I move at all I give everyone in the room a free peek.” She adjusted the straps again, as if to emphasize her point.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Miki teased, her confidence bolstered by the suit.
“Hmph, maybe you have a point after all. Less than a minute and already you’re all over me.”
Miki smiled and started for the exit. As she passed Akira, she put her hand around the woman’s waist. “You don’t seem to mind. Not here though.” She draped the jacket around Akira’s shoulders and together they left the bathroom, looking even more like a couple than before.
Had she really explored every option? Was there no way for him to go with her? Was her promotion that much more important than him? Tired, she slumped over on the bar, leaning on her arms as her chin rested on her wrist. Tired of her current trail of thoughts, she pushed the glass away from her. Beyond the foam a girl next to her cried out, but it didn’t bother Akira. All she wanted was to just stop thinking about Scotland for a while. The bar seemed sympathetic to her needs, offering all the comfort the wooden furniture could provide. The hand that grabbed her shoulder and shook, seemed far less so.
“-ou have no manners at all? Look at me!” The foam gave way to a loud voice, as the hand shook her once more. Akira’s eyes looked at the girl’s direction, then slowly at the girl’s face, straining to focus.
“Whut?” She knew her reply wasn’t even close to witty. Her eyes darted to the empty glass the girl shoved at her and Akira connected the dots. “Oh. Sorry.” Feeling that she’d met the requirements of apologizing to a stranger, she turned away again, only to find the girl’s right hand on her shoulder once more.
“Hey! The least you could do is take responsibility, I don’t come here to have glasses shoved at me by crossdressing drunks ya know!” The girl seemed to be more upset over this than she should be. Guess she had a bad day too. Akira’s eyes darted over the girl, her tan skin and long dark hair. She wore an elegant black dress, though its properties hadn’t quite carried over to the girl who seemed uncomfortable in clothes that showed off her curves. Something white drew Akira’s attention, and for a moment she thought the girl might be wearing a glove, until she glanced down and saw the bandages on the girl’s arm, which stopped at the wrist. The girl caught her glance, but didn’t show any response. Instantly Akira’s thoughts drifted to her sister. This girl looked older than Lilly, but that alone was not enough to dissuade her from her next question.
“So, are you from Yamaku Academy then?” The girl’s fingers tensed around the empty glass before letting go, her eyes darting over at the bartender to make sure he hadn’t heard.
“Got it in one. I’d give you two thumbs up, but you know…” She waved her stumped left arm in emphasis, as a grin forced its way onto her face. Even inebriated, Akira recognized that expression. To an outsider, a place like Yamaku might have more negative connotations than it did to her.
“I only asked cuz my sister goes there, Lilly, ya know her?”
The girl’s grin changed from forced to genuine. “She’s in 3-2, right? Lilly Satou? Everybody knows that amazon! Uh, no offense.”
Akira grinned. “It’s fine, it’s fine. She’s taller than me now , you’d almost think she’s the older sister. Anyway, I’ll take responsibility, like you said. I’m Akira Satou, what can I get ya?”
* * *
Her name was Miki Miura and Akira had been right, she was having a bad day. She was supposed to go out with friends tonight, but in the end they’d all backed out, even the one who’d convinced her to wear that dress. Miki had been very clear about two things over the course of several rounds: she hated dresses and her friends were all cowards, every last one of them. Akira also noticed Miki had a remarkable affinity for alcohol and was easily keeping up with her, downing beers like water while cursing the traitors. Sometimes she misspoke and cursed only a single person.
When Miki ran out of ways to rephrase her disdain for her friends, she tried asking Akira why she was drinking by herself. Akira shrugged, a muffled gesture since she was resting her head on her hand. “Stuff.” That was all Miki needed to know, as far as Akira was concerned. A sudden prod in her side made Akira jump, just barely able to keep a yelp from escaping her throat. Miki laughed as she rested her left arm on the bar again.
“Stuff huh, must be some stuff if you’re this eager to drink it away.”
Akira could only nod. She was vaguely aware that she was trying to get drunk, but so far even that seemed out of reach for her.
“It’s ridiculous… I’m a lawyer, a responsible adult, well, most of the time anyway, I mean Lilly turned out pretty great, right?” She briefly looked at Miki pleadingly as if seeking agreement, but then the torrent came. “But the old man dangles one promotion in front of me and here I am, a little girl again, obeying his wishes and giving up everything I have just to take away his shitty guilt. My home, my car, even…” Akira’s cheeks were burning as the tears flowed, only to be absorbed into the sleeve of her suit. The girl keeping her company was silent, unsure of how to act.
Slowly she rose from her seat and sat down on Akira’s left hand side. Maybe from this position she would be able to comfort the woman. Her hand gingerly reached out and wrapped around Akira’s shoulder in a comforting gesture, the kind of half-hug that formed the entirety of Miki’s arsenal of comforting gestures. Akira, now crying without restraint, automatically turned to her and pulled the girl closer, into a full embrace. As the blonde buried her tears in Miki’s neck, the tan girl slowly wrapped her other arm around her as well. It was weird, ever since the accident she’d never used that arm to comfort anyone. It felt weird to do so, as she was painfully aware that a gently rubbing hand was far more soothing than a stump. Hoping Akira somehow might not notice the difference, Miki’s hand slid up her back and began patting her blonde hair.
If Akira had noticed, she gave no sign, grateful to have someone who allowed her to vent her frustrations regarding the move. Time seemed to pass at a different rate, until finally the last of her tears forced its way out and Akira broke their embrace. Her reddened eyes met with Miki’s and she managed an apologetic smile. “Sorry. About all that, I mean, I shouldn’t-“ Miki raised her hand to interrupt her. “It’s fine. It was just stuff, right?” Despite herself, Akira met the girl’s grin with one of her own. Remembering their location, Akira looked around and reached for her wallet.
“Do you wanna get outta here? I think I’ve had enough to drink.”
* * *
The door closed soundlessly behind them as Akira and Miki left the club. Akira’s car was parked nearby, but she had enough sense to know driving would be a bad idea. Instead, she arbitrarily chose a direction and started walking, with Miki following her lead. “Where are we going?” Akira shrugged. Turning this way and that, the two walked in silence, as they headed away from the busy streets, until finally they found themselves in one of the city’s few parks. They reached a bench and coincidentally the blonde no longer felt like walking and lowered herself on the wooden seat. Miki peered around in the darkness, as if looking for a better place to rest, but eventually sat down next to Akira, still a little unsure of how to gauge her company’s behavior.
“So, what kind of guy stood you up tonight?” The question caught Miki off guard. She shook her head. “No, I wasn’t stood up, I told you, my friends bailed on me.”
Akira shot her a sideways glance that left no questions about her believing the lie. “Most girls don’t dress up like that if they’re just going out with friends. Who is he? You can tell me.” The girl sighed, letting her shoulders slump.
“He’s on the football team with me. I’ve had my eye on him for a while now, but I always thought he just saw me as one of the guys because of the way he acted around me.” Miki rested her arms on her legs, staring at the ground. “Guess I was wrong there. He asked me out and joked about wanting to see me in something other than boys’ clothes for once.” She flashed Akira a weak smile. “Looks like I was wrong again though, when I got to the club tonight he sent me a text saying he couldn’t make it. Didn’t even bother to make up an excuse.” The smile contorted into a scowl as Miki gritted her teeth.
Akira took it as her signal to return the favor and pulled the girl closer in a gentle embrace, softly stroking Miki’s tan shoulder. “That guy’s an idiot ya know, you look amazing in that dress.” Their eyes met, and the most confident smile Akira could muster finally managed to reach Miki.
“I hate this dress.”
“I know.”
“I’m never wearing it again, either.”
“Can’t say I blame ya.”
Miki’s eyes scanned the suit Akira was wearing and chuckled.
“Maybe I should start wearing suits too.”
“You wanna try mine?” It had been a playful remark, as the cool night air had allowed Akira to regain just enough of her senses to no tap into her sense of humor. That didn’t seem to have come across well with Miki though, as she was blushing quite visibly.
“O-out here? Someone will see us!” Akira cocked her head, intrigued both by the girl’s inability to pick up on the joke as well as her willingness to give something like this a try. There was no choice, she had to see how far the girl would go, right?
“Nah, there should be a public toilet nearby, we can change there if ya like. Only if I can try on that dress of yours though."
***
The two girls stumbled into the public toilet, giggling as they held on to each other’s arm, more to make sure the other would follow suit than out of affection. What they were about to do was enough to make both of them forget about their worries, if only for the moment. There were several stalls available, all empty, yet none too appealing. Instead they stayed by the wall of mirrors that hung over the sinks. For a moment Akira stared at their reflections, illuminated by the pale fluorescent light. If she squinted just a little, the two of them almost looked like a couple out on a date. Maybe that’s what the people they’d passed along the way had thought as well. Akira noticed Miki staring as well and smiled as she shrugged off the jacket, giving it to the girl to hold as she began to unbutton her shirt. Even with her eyes focused on the shirt she was now taking off, she could feel Miki’s eyes upon her and it made her smile. It was only after she let the shirt slide down her arms that she noticed the girl suddenly seemed intent on not staring. Akira smiled.
“It’s okay, you can look. Not much to see though, yours are so much bigger.” Miki’s expression was frozen , but her eyes seemed grateful for the offer. Akira’s perky breasts looked like two humble mounds of sculpted perfection and Miki caught herself liking the blonde’s lack of bra. Akira handed her the shirt and began taking off her pants, her shoes carelessly kicked off and shoved towards the girl with one of her feet.
“I don’t get to say this often, but I think it’s your turn to strip, Miki,” the blonde said, winking playfully at her. Akira took the bundle of clothes from the tan girl and held them to her chest, as Miki slowly began to lift her dress. The black fabric crept up her legs, revealing more and more of the girl’s soft skin, in a manner inadvertently made playful by Miki’s shyness.
“Never done this before, huh?” The girl shook her head in response, unable to meet Akira’s gaze.
“You should, you have such a great body! I’m jealous, you know!” Miki didn’t reply. Her right hand clutched the black dress as she subtly tried to hide her left arm behind her back. Whether she was joking or not, Miki didn’t mind Akira’s commanding tone at all. In the face of this much interest from the blonde, it was hard not to feel insecure about her shortcomings. Still, it wasn’t like Akira was unaware of her missing hand. She seemed interested in her regardless.
“Alright then, but if you end up falling hopelessly in love with me it’s your own damn fault!” Miki’s trademark grin was obscured for the briefest of moments, as she took off the dress in one fluid motion, leaving her lingerie clad body exposed. Akira could tell that she’d been hoping for her date to get the best possible outcome. She moved closer, as if to exchange her pile of clothes for Miki’s dress, but instead her free hand reached out for the girl’s stomach, Akira’s fingertips grazing the skin just enough to feel the muscle underneath. Seeing a woman’s body in this kind of shape was a wholly new experience for her and she wanted to make the most of it. She traced the lines formed by Miki’s abdominal muscles and could feel the tan girl’s warm breath. The blonde’s red eyes darted up and met with Miki’s. Akira found herself wanting more, to experience more of this girl’s body, to explore every inch. Was it curiosity or lust that gave her these desires?
Sirens in the distance broke the spell, reminding the two that outside the small building remained a populated world, half of which likely to walk in on them any minute now.
With an appropriate sense of urgency the two put on their clothes. While Miki was doing up the buttons of her shirt, Akira discovered an unfortunate oversight on her part. Lacking her new acquaintance’s curves, the dress was a lot more revealing on her than it had been on Miki and it made Akira wish she was wearing a bra. She adjusted the thin straps every so often to keep them from sliding down her shoulders and her nipples from poking out and looked over to Miki. It was uncanny to her how the tan girl could give even something as masculine as a suit a feminine sort of charm. Miki seemed a lot more comfortable in these new clothes, especially when she assessed the fit of her dress on Akira’s smaller frame.
“That dress looks better on you than it does on me, you should keep it!”
Akira laughed and shook her head. “No way, if I move at all I give everyone in the room a free peek.” She adjusted the straps again, as if to emphasize her point.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Miki teased, her confidence bolstered by the suit.
“Hmph, maybe you have a point after all. Less than a minute and already you’re all over me.”
Miki smiled and started for the exit. As she passed Akira, she put her hand around the woman’s waist. “You don’t seem to mind. Not here though.” She draped the jacket around Akira’s shoulders and together they left the bathroom, looking even more like a couple than before.