Back! This really took a LONG LONG while to write. The characters kept running away with the story. *coughAyaMikicough* Lol.
Anyway, just go read, ok?
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Chapter 8The first thing that popped into Aya's mind after hearing that shamelessly forward proposition...
'Sounds like something Maki would say...'The next thing that followed that line of thought...
'But not even Maki would start groping me right after saying something like th--......WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!'For indeed, a sneaky hand was already resting on her ample chest. Actually, doing a little more than just resting. And the owner of that hand was currently wearing her most infuriatingly smug grin, enjoying immensely the scandalised expression that her victim was sporting.
Quite suddenly, Miki felt a grip of iron encircle her wandering hand, snapping her wrist backwards almost painfully as her hand was forcefully halted in its "exploration". Despite the pain that the current awkward positioning of her hand was causing her, Miki grinned roguishly at the most recent victim of her groping exploits, who was currently glowering at her, just the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks.
Aya pondered the situation she was currently in. One, she was dripping wet and injured, standing on hostile territory with a strange woman whom she had never seen before. Two, said stranger, who after helping her up, had proceeded to grope her immediately after. Three, she was on the verge of breaking said stranger's wrist for that infraction.
...and four, they were standing
way too close to each other.
Aya was suddenly incredibly self-conscious about the fact that there was barely an inch separating their faces, and that their bodies were so close to each other that she could practically feel the heat radiate off the other's body. A faint dizziness assaulted her senses, but she firmly pushed it aside, calling on all the discipline she possessed to remain calm...at least outwardly.
Miki couldn't help but notice the flicker of something pass through the other girl's eyes, before those gorgeous orbs hardened dangerously, sending an answering spike of adrenaline through her own system. Finally, someone who wasn't a pushover. Miki unconsciously sent her tongue out to lick suddenly parched lips. Was it her, or did the temperature just rise a few notches?
Aya decided she had to leave immediately. The closeness was sending her senses into overdrive, and her vision was getting blurry. She would forget that this incident ever happen. Yes, that was what she would do. The rational side of her always logical mind was already nodding in approval of the decision.
She was going to let go. Really, she was. Why did that infuriating woman refuse to stop staring at her, damnit!
It was almost as if they were in a trance. The atmosphere was getting so charged that it was becoming hard to breathe. Both of them were frozen, trying hard to decipher what was in the other's eyes, simultaneously repulsed (mostly Aya) and fascinated (both) at the same time.
Which was when, of course, Miki's lack of a sense of self-preservation decided to kick in once again.
The already minimal distance between them vanished entirely in an instant, and Aya gasped at the completely unanticipated contact, her deathgrip on Miki's wrist loosening as the older girl pulled her in for a hungry kiss, plundering her mouth greedily like the pirate she was, taking everything without return or consent.
She tasted like the sea, Miki decided. Like the salt and brine from which she had just climbed up from, certainly, but yet there was something more. Like the sea, fierce and unpredictable, a raging ocean in a storm; yet at the same time comforting and safe, the motherly ocean to its children that lived in and upon it. There was the promise of something more, it seemed, of hidden depths and treasures undiscovered, and Miki drank it all in, desperately, as if trying to drain Aya of her essence, her very soul, in that one kiss.
Aya felt like she was drowning under the unexpected assault, the sheer ferocity of it driving her under, unable to breathe. It was brutal, demanding, unrelenting. She sensed the desperation, the anger, and the undiluted lust driving it, and felt her own will rise up to meet it, unwilling to submit or surrender in the face of the assault. She had just about had enough of being violated without consent.
Miki staggered backwards in shock and pain.
She bit me! The young pirate wiped at her throbbing lip with the back of her hand, and it came away bloody.
Damn, it's really deep.Aya was panting heavily, her eyes dark with anger as she gave Miki her best death glare, filled with more venom than she had ever tried with anyone else. Instead of feeling fear though, Miki only felt a strange surge of excitement and satisfaction.
She's beautiful when she's angry. Miki smirked, then winced as her wounded lip protested in pain.
"Don't you dare touch me again." Aya spat, also wiping at her mouth, as if trying to erase the contact that had been made earlier. Her shoulder was killing her, it was hurting far more than it should, and a strange sense of nausea was welling up in her, her vision becoming spotty as she tried to stay focused. One hand went to clutch painfully at the shoulder, squeezing it tightly, as if to push the pain away. Her head swam, and a strange sense of vertigo was overtaking her.
Miki stared in stunned amazement when the other girl's eyes appeared to glaze over, sweating far more than was usual, and was just quick enough to catch her when the other's knees buckled, keeling forward.
Looking at the unconscious girl in her arms, Miki took a quick look at the deep wound on her right shoulder, then glanced at one of the fallen cutlasses of the men they had fought earlier. Reaching out to pick up a nearby one, she sniffed carefully at the blade, her keen nose picking up a faint scent of some kind of poison smeared on it.
Well, crap. What kind of waterfront thug uses poisoned weapons anyway? Deciding that it wasn't quite the time to be debating on such a question, she looked down again at the comatose girl, who had turned paler in the meantime.
Gah. Cursing her own softness, Miki grumbled as she carefully picked a surprisingly light Aya up in a bridal carry, more gently than she would ever admit to, and took off straight towards the Sea Coconut, reasoning that the others would be able to figure out what to do in the meantime.
Please be alright...~*~*~
Ayaka didn't know whether to laugh or cry, when the closed doors of her tavern splintered and broke into pieces of firewood courtesy of Miki's boot. She settled for a sigh of resignation and mentally added the doors to the list of repairs she would have to make the next day.
She was surprised, however, when she saw the unconscious girl Miki was carrying. That would certainly explain why the young pirate eschewed knocking as a means of entry, and just charged in instead.
The drunken party at the Sea Coconut hadn't been going on for all that long, but some of the people with lesser alcohol tolerances had already been knocked off their feet by the copious amounts of rum that Yuko had randomly decided to pour down a few of their throats. Risa and Ai-chan had been the first victims, and the two were now pretty much comatose and piled up together in a corner. Yuuki had been next, and much to his dismay, his sister actually helped Yuko to pin him down, the two happily drowning the only male in the room in an excess of alcohol. Then Yuko had challenged Maki to a drinking contest, and they got pretty much smashed in short order.
Natsumi had ended up playing a drinking game with both Yossi and Mari, and all 3 were all only just somewhat tipsy when the party had been interrupted, since they were used to hard drinking in general and were not easily affected.
Reina and Makoto were a bit more sensible, carefully staying out of the direct line of sight of their drunken captain, and were playing cards while hidden behind an overturned table next to the doors, and so were showered with flying splinters when Miki had made her dramatic entrance.
"Oy what...Fujimoto, watch it!" Reina complained when a large chunk of wood had nailed her in the side of her head.
Miki was looking uncharacteristically flustered, her face flushed from the run, and she strode straight to Kei, who had been sitting with Ayaka at one of the intact tables, and spoke directly and flatly.
"I found her down at the waterfront. She's been poisoned."
Natsumi, who had caught a brief glimpse of the unconscious woman in Miki's arms, started over to check, and then gasped. "Aya!" She rushed to her captain's side, all traces of insobriety washed away by her anxiety. "What happened?" She drilled at Miki urgently, and the younger pirate scowled.
"Fight, injured, poisoned." She summarised succinctly, giving Natsumi a once over at the same time. "Who the heck are you?"
"Is that important? That's my captain you're holding!" Natsumi flared, her eyes flashing dangerously. Miki simply sneered at her and turned to Kei. "Well?"
"I can only examine her if you put her down, you know." Kei commented drily, turning to Ayaka. "Is there a bed somewhere?"
"Upstairs, I'll take you there."
Later, Kei came out of the room, her face slightly worried. "There are faint traces of belladonna poisoning, but she's lucky since not enough went into her bloodstream to be fatal." The erstwhile doctor leveled a stern look at a pale Miki. "Did you try to suck out some of the poison yourself earlier?"
"Um...yeah..." The younger pirate's voice came out a little croaky, her throat dry.
"Well that might have just saved her life." Kei muttered, and then smacked Miki upside the head. "You idiot, doing that with a cut lip? Are you asking to be poisoned too?"
"Bah I'll be fine..." Miki was feeling woozy, trying hard to keep her eyes open...and failing.
The last thing she heard before blacking out completely was the worried voices of the other women around her, before she hit the floor and passed out.
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What? What?
There, GAM fans, you got some action.
The original scene was a lot more, umm, graphic...I had to censor it *cough* Anyway, I have a lot of things I want to say, but am too lazy to type them. One thing I absolutely MUST put in though, is that Miki isn't in love with Aya yet. No way. There is an attraction, yes, but it's nowhere near anything that can be called "love". Just so you know that.
Miki is curious and fascinated (and in lust, but nevermind that), that's all.
Ok, now tell me what you think. ^__^
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