Revolutionary Girl Utena, Utena/Juri, locks and keys
The key, Utena sort of absently notes, feels incredibly small, *surreal*, against her sweaty palm the second before she lets it fall to the floor. First after the clink of it clearly rings out that all of her senses seem to rush back to her in a wave. Steps back, takes it all in.
Stares at the other female, because it's all she can do.
And all Juri offers back is this darkly amused smirk filled with hunger; with her hair messed up and hooded eyes, she looks... well, she doesn't look like Juri. Not really. Not the Juri Utena knows, in any case. She looks like someone who wants to taste blood.
"Are you afraid?"
Has to blink at the question. Even though she currently wasn't the one handcuffed, with her arms stretched above her head, naked and displayed on a bed at the given moment, it was still amazing how quickly the other Duelist could make her feel embarrassingly young, naive, with just a few drawled words. Like this was some kind of test she had to pass, and, she doesn't, doesn't need to have it pointed out:
She *knows* it. She's not the one in control here.
Utena swallows once before finding her voice. Unfortunately, it still comes out kind of high-pitched: "Why?"
She means to ask 'why *me*' and she means to ask 'Shiori' and there's a thousand other questions in this, but doesn't, because it's not needed, can see that Juri understands by the way her eyes instantly turn cold, her jaw squares. The muscles in her arms, tensing.
Juri's entire face hardens - the lust momentarily pushed back as she stares Tenjou down. "I trust you. Isn't that enough?"
There's silence between them, then, for a heartbeat.
Arisugawa is quick to break it by giving the shortest of snorts - it's not a surprise to either of them that patience probably wasn't a virtue she'd ever own. Eyes fluttering shut as lets her head fall back, lays bare her slender throat to the younger girl's gaze, and if that doesn't speak volumes for someone like her *sempai* to do such a thing…
It's complete submission. Surrendering.
/I need this, badly/, said with the very curve her arms form, with her hard nipples, with her entire body. /All for you, take, take, take…/
"Touch me. Please?" It comes out low and near growling, and Utena immediately feels a zing of desire shoot straight to her clit at hearing the unconcealed *need* those three words hold.
She ignores how shaky her legs actually are as she moves to where the supine female rests. Brushes a hand lightly over the hot skin of those thighs. Feels herself begin to throb when her sempai groans, spreading her legs, and god, she's already so *wet*, pulsing for this.
Utena lets two fingers slide through the gathered moistness before gently easing them inside. Pumps them gently in and out, experimentally.
The grunts her action results in...
This.
This, Utena thinks, is how winning a duel feels like.