I dunno, I felt like doing the Renai Rev challenges of Livejournal xD
Some might be the usual canon, some might not… Nonetheless, these are my favorite couples xD
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(This story is just asking to be brushed as Rated R... Oh well, read at your own risk, I think this story is more comical than it is sexual xD)
Fujimoto Miki x Takahashi Ai
Strange
"The new Leader and Sub-Leader"
“Wow, I thought the sub-leader didn’t have to do anything…” Ai sighed as she sank in her chair. “I didn’t see you doing much as sub-leader…”
“I do my sub-leading in secret,” The new Morning Musume leader said in a voice rather higher than her normal range. “I was a spy for the leader!” Ai sighed, realizing Miki’s high octave voice was an act of sarcasm in spite of the new sub-leader’s obliviousness. “Though, I do wonder what the brats expect from me. If they think I’m just as laidback as Yocchan…” Miki went back to her original voice as she tapped her fingers on the conference table.
“I don’t think so really. Risa-chan and I know you too well. I think the younger ones like the rokkies, Koha-chan, and Mittsi-san might even be terrified with your reign,” Ai said as she stared at her nails in hopes of finding something to occupy herself with.
In fact, she was already uncomfortable enough, being in a room alone with the famed groping demon of Hello!Project. Ai suddenly felt the urge to cross her legs, since she heard at one point in time that Miki liked her victims in mini-skirts…
“I doubt it’s going to be much of a dictatorship. Our managers still exist,” Miki got out of the chair and maneuvered to the window, overlooking the busy night streets below them, “I mean, why do we have to attend this meeting anyway? Honestly, when Yocchan and I were leading, we didn’t have to go to a lecture about how to not abuse our power…”
“Wait, is that what the meeting’s going to be about?” Ai looked slightly bewildered, “You, I u‘derstand, bu’ why ‘m I apa’t of this? Ain’t it strange?”
“Speak standard Japanese damn it! Fukui is so hard to understand,” Miki snapped her head left, facing her only companion with slight irritation.
“Nu, I was’t speakin’ ‘ny Fukui!” the contradictory woman replied, waving her hand dismissively.
“Ugh… When’s the meeting start again? Remembering what my memo said, the meeting will be in five or ten more minutes,” Miki said in an exasperated sigh, looking back to the window in hopes of finding something that caught her interest.
“That’s strange. My schedule said the meeting was going to be in twenty to twenty-five minutes…” Ai retrieved her cellphone and dialed a certain number.
Miki watched the other through watching the reflection of the night glass that she had her left arm on, above her head area, and her right hand below the reflection of her face (which was leaning against the left arm), drumming the glass with boredom once more. When Ai asked a question concerning the meeting, Miki knew that her fellow sub-leader was making sure of the meeting time. After some random noises that either indicated ‘yes’ or ‘no’ kind of answers, Ai finally hung up.
She walked over and stood at the corner Miki was standing in, though, Miki was leaning against the glass, while Ai was standing next to the whiteboard, perpendicular to where the window wall was. “My schedule was right.”
“Lovely,” Miki rolled her eyes and she smacked her head against the window softly, leaving a thin steam imprint on it before watching it disappear. “Figures they would give the sub-leader the accurate information… Yocchan was sometimes the last to arrive to the meeting while I was usually the first…”
“You really miss her huh?”
“Gahh damn I do! I’ve always liked it when—”
Aww…The demon really does have feelings for people other than Ayaya…
“—When she got all the paperwork while I didn’t have to do a damn thing! Now I’m stuck with all the paper work with you probably pointing and laughing at me,” Miki growled silently.
…Okay, maybe she doesn’t…
“So the sub-leader only has to attend the same meetings that the leader does?” Ai said as she crossed her arms, looking at the city below from where she stood.
“Nn, yeah…” Miki stood up straight, no longer leaning on the window, “but really… Now that Yocchan’s gone…”
Is she going to say something that’s going to link to feelings?! Ai internally hoped…
“Who is going to be my next victim in groping…?” Miki looked at the ceiling, acting strangely melodramatic towards it, as if groping was her life.
“Oh gahh,” Ai smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand, leaving it there, “I take back what I said earlier, I think I might be terrified of your reign…” Ai went shifty-eyed, imagining how the daily occurrences of being groped by the groping demon will be tripled…
“What’s wrong m’dear? Do you dislike my way of communication?”
For some odd reason, Ai thought she felt Miki’s breath on her hand. When she removed her hand, Miki had her right arm leaning overhead on the whiteboard, with her other hand against the wall near Ai’s side. The sub-leader could not escape now…
“I mean, you’re always so serious at lives or concerts, so I always grope you mid-song so the fans would see a lovely reaction, you know?” the groping demon smirked.
Ai was getting uncomfortable again. But this was a different kind of feeling… It wasn’t the usual bewildered or surprised kind of feeling she would get whenever Miki had touched her in spots that she would only permit close friends like Risa to touch. Instead, Ai found herself internally conflicted with why she was oddly attracted to this advance: A rather strange feeling…
Before she knew it, she felt the heat in her cheeks rise, and immediately regretted it.
“Awww, is my beloved sub-leader getting turned on?” Miki smirked again, giving Ai a rather… mischievous look.
“N-nu I ain’t…!” Ai nearly stuttered in reply, failing to act cool and composed as Miki’s face neared her own.
“Again with the accent?” Miki mused, their lips so dangerously close. Seeing that the flustered younger woman was unable to reply, the groping demon snared the other’s lips with her own.
The situation was already hopeless, Ai couldn’t escape Miki. Then again, she didn’t want to escape Miki either. Ai wrapped her arms around her leader’s neck, deepening the kiss with fever as the demon’s left hand was already stroking her inner thigh, driving Ai crazy with the teasing touch. Eventually, even their tongues partake in the battle. Amidst this passion, Ai pulled away from the older, still breathing quite heavily.
“We should stop… What if people came in?! We DO have the meeting coming soon!”
Ai saw that the words have no effect on the new leader. Instead, the other closed in and started to rain kisses down her jaw line, casting Ai back into the quivering and hot state she was in before.
“How can you say that…” Miki smirked in between kisses, “when you’re so wet down there?” her fingers were already up in Ai’s skirt… Getting closer to its target…
“Ack! Seriously!” Ai took Miki by the shoulders and pushed her away, “They will get angry at us!”
“Nn, so?”
“Oh, a company that has one of the strictest relationship rules, a company we are a part of, a company whose meeting we’re just about to go into… Won’t think that the leader and sub-leader making out is strange or forbidden or something?!”
“I congratulate you for speaking standard Japanese with your mood like that,” Miki chuckled in reply, backing away from Ai and now staring back at the city below.
“I’m serious!” Ai said as she straightened out her skirt, and then went back to her seat. Thank goodness her jacket covers her neck pretty well; otherwise, she’ll probably receive questions about her suspicious hickeys later.
“Well, you could have stopped me sooner! My horny button is still on!” Miki looked back at Ai, seemingly melodramatic once again.
“At least hold your urges to ravage me until after the meeting!” Ai replied back as she checked her compact mirror to see if Miki happened to leave any other hickeys on her face.
“Is that so…?”
Miki smirked again.
<3
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