After School Nightmare, Sou/Kureha, sex and laughter
A dozen rocks pelted Kureha's bedroom window.
That's Sou. . . without a doubt. Kureha's brow twitched. She through the window, just as she did another rock hit the glass. Her eyes widened at the crack skewing the glass.
Cautiously she opened the window- a pebble whizzed by.
“Hey! Can't you tell I already know you're here?!”
Sou stared, then looked back and forth. He was silently scolding her for being too loud.
Kureha sighed, “well in any case, come up here. She turned away and plopped on the bed, waiting.
“So are you sure Mashiro will try to come in your room at all?”
“Yeah. . . I imagine he'll climb the tree again, like a prince and-”
“It sounds more like your own wishful thinking.”
The girl's brow wrinkled and her lips twisted.
“Anyways, you have something to do while we wait, right?”
“Um. . .” Kureheha jumped off the bed and scrambled for. . . she didn't know what. She came back with a pack of cards.
“The only game I like to play is old maid.”
A rustling in the trees prevented the game from starting. “That might be him! Quick let's look. . . suggestive.”
“Okay well you'll have to take your clothes o-”
A poofy slipper nailed Sou's forehead.
“Just get under the covers with me, alright?” Kureha fumed, her cheeks were red. Sou couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or mad. He didn't get girls. He crawled under the covers with her. It was strange to be in bed with a girl not smitten by him. He imagined what he felt now was a “true” sibling relationship, where sex wasn't needed to communicate.
“Mmm. . .ah! Oh! Eeek!”
“What are you doing?”
“I'm making noises so we sound convincing.”
“You're really bad at faking.”
“If it's so bad then make me sound real.” She swallowed, realizing the implications. “. . .I mean, tickle me. You know. . .”
“Like this?” Sou's head lowered, his lips grazed her navel. Kureha flushed, and then, suddenly-
“Eeeeeyah! Stop it, Sou!”
he blew a long winded raspberry.
His hands attacked her armpits but after a kick in the shins he moved to other ground. Kureha was too busy rolling with laughter to realize he unhooked her bra (artfully; one handed). Of course she was quick to notice when his hands traveled under her shirt and squeezed consecutively.
“Waaaahooohooohooo!” She screamed. “S-Stop!” She hiccuped between what little breaths she could take, she kicked groggily and scrambled , trying to tear him off, only her body was weak against the apprehended ticklish spot.
Later, when they looked back on it, both would have different side of how what happened happened. Sou claimed it just happened, he wasn't exactly sure or care how it did. Kureha was confident that it started right when he tickled her breasts.
Sou hesitated unbuckling his pants. He averted his eyes, ashame. Ddint' she say she trusted him? He couldn't believe it, seeing Kureha's long fingers undo the clasp. The belt buckle jangled, hanging loosely around his pants and it jingled again with the zipper undon and his pants pulled from his hips. The whole while Kureha's head craned back, avoiding the sight of him naked.
“Kureha-”
“You're my friend, Sou. I know you won't hurt me.”
Kureha was warm like all the other girls Sou had felt from the outside in. He grunted, amazed by how tightly she clung to his member, he felt like she really needed him, yet she didn't. She may have been demanding to him the rest of the time but in bed she didn't ask for anything. Even entwined and gasping, and laughing still that's all they were- two friends drawing something from the other, but letting go. They didn't need what romantic partners craved- to pull the other's soul out and keep it to themselves. They felt but took nothing, and laughing all the way they forgot about revenge.