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The floor of her room felt cold against her check, still stinging from the interaction with her classmate just moments before. She laid there, the difference in temperature was soothing to her. The irritation in her eyes and the sharp dryness in her throat had been long gone. But the area where she had been slapped still stung, and felt warmer than the rest of her face.
It was quiet in her room, more than usual. She usually had a music box, one her Mom had gifted her, playing a sweet little tune. Today, she opted to sit in silence, accompanied only by the soft whirring coming from her light projector. It shone a soft blue across the room, the walls and ceiling dappled with the shapes of planets, moons, and stars.
Stars .
“Sua…”
She couldn’t see them too well, not with her glasses off. She hadn’t put them back on since it had been smacked off her face. There was nothing she wanted to see right now anyways.
As if on cue, she could hear faint, but familiar footsteps approaching in the hallway. Three soft knocks and then the sound of the door knob twisting. The door hinge creaked. And finally a soft thump as the door closed behind her.
“Mizi…Sorry, I just got back.” She laid down opposite of Mizi. “The projector is quieter than usual, did you just get here?”
She grinned. Sua was as observant as always. Even now, when she looked especially drained and her eyes were dull. There were times where they’d spend hours in this room with the projector running the entire time. If left on too long the projector would get particularly noisy, which is when Mizi would turn the key on her music box.
“Mhm. Don’t worry I also just got back to my room.” Mizi reached for her glasses to see Sua better. She didn’t miss the small twitch in Sua’s eyes when she glanced down at her cheek, just barely exposed when Mizi lifted her head to put her glasses back on.
“What have you been up to while I was gone?”
“Just the usual dance and singing practice. Other than that I’ve just been missing you, Sua.”
“Is that it?”
Her answer didn’t seem to please Sua at all. No, rather, it looked like it pained her to hear that. Her face was completely neutral save for the slight twitch of her brow. Why?
She did want to tell Sua but…
“...Well I guess something weird did happen earlier,” she started, “I was with one of our classmates earlier. He asked to talk to me after class.” Mizi thought for a moment, his name eluded her this moment. Though with the sparse amount of attention Sua paid to their classmates, she doubted she’d recognize his name anyways. “He has curly hair and a mole on his cheek?”
Sua shuffled. She had been laying on her back since she got here. And now she had rolled onto her stomach, head laid down where her arms were crossed, mirroring Mizi’s position. It was hard to tell what she was thinking with her collar and half her face obscured by her arm.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay away from him?”
“I know,” she whined, “but he seemed to really, really want to talk. And, you still weren’t back yet so it’s not like I was busy.
Sua’s hand clutched her sleeve a little harder.
“It didn’t go too well though. He was already acting off and then he started asking questions about Till,” she laughed a little, “He thought we were more than just friends, can you believe it? I thought he was just kidding around at first but then he started talking about um…oh! That one thing we learned in class!”
Her eyes looked up into her head like she was recounting the events. “You know, when we learned about how humans would reproduce back on Earth, before there was cloning,” she swallowed, discomfort brewing in her chest as she remembered, “...he said that a male and female were bound to fall in love and end up mating.”
She buried her face deeper into her arms. The floor was no longer cold from laying down for so long. She could still feel the heat radiating from her cheek.
“But that’s kinda yucky, right? That’s what I told him anyway. We don’t have to do that, that’s what cloning is for. ”
That’s kinda gross .
“But I guess he didn’t like that.”
Must be nice, right? You disgusting girl. You filthy, damn–
“He got really mad when I said that. I feel kind of bad because I did run off after that.”
“I told you he was off.” What? “I was right, huh?”
She bit the inside of her cheek. She was hoping for Sua to at least comfort her even a little bit.
“I’m sure I did something wrong. He’s not a bad person.”
Don’t give me that face. As if you’re all oblivious and clueless. I know you’re aware of everything.
“And right now, I’m just happy because I’m with you, Sua! Sooo happy!”
She tilted her head downward, her bangs falling over her face.
“...I don’t know. I’m not sure if I can say the same.”
They kept their eye contact. But Sua’s eyes were unfocused, like they were looking through Mizi instead of at her.
“My mom kept me for hours again. She said we’re running out of time, since we’ll be going on stage soon.” The stage. “The entire time, all I thought of was getting to meet you. That helped me keep it together.”
Sua sat up, arms resting on her knees. Her collar was green. But her eyes betrayed her. She looked exhausted, and so so very tired. The glimpse of light in her eyes, which usually shone the brightest when she was looking at Mizi, was absent, far away.
“At least you don’t get dragged around like me.” Mizi was sure Sua meant to console her with those words, but it lacked its usual warmth, and felt uncharacteristically bitter.
“ Must be nice, right? ”
SLAP
Sua’s right cheek bloomed a mesmerizing red. Her fingers gently came up to touch the area, as if to feel the heat blossoming from it, to confirm what had happened. She was no longer looking at Mizi, the slap having forced her head to the other direction. Her eyes had widened and were looking down. She was smiling.
She was smiling .
She just hit Sua.
She hadn’t realized she was also smiling until her lips quivered and turned downward. Like a dam had broken, tears rolled freely from her eyes and down her face. Her brows knit together in distress and confusion.
“Oh … S-Sorry…” her words came out shaky and pathetic.
When had she sat up? Why did she hit her?
“It’s fine.”
Sua’s hands came out to cradle Mizi’s face. She flinched, instinctively backing up. That didn’t deter her. Smaller gentle hands caressed her cheeks, thumbs wiping away her tears. Her right hand lingered on Mizi’s left cheek.
“Did he hit you here?”
She whimpered in response.
SLAP
Her head whipped to the side. The stinging there renewed. Her hand moved to touch the area but Sua grabbed her hand and pulled it out the way. She pushed forward, straddling Mizi’s lap and leaning forward to pepper kisses all across her cheek.
She brought her hands to her neck and squeezed her wrists.
“Are you mad at him?”
Mizi’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. She just stared wide-eyed at Sua stupefied. Her brain was slowing down, still processing the past 15 seconds. What? What was she saying?
“I–”
“Did I make you angry? Is that why you hit me?”
She shifted closer on her knees, their noses practically touching.
“Did you hit him back?”
She tried to back up to create some distance, tried to free her hands from Sua’s neck. But her grip was unusually strong, an unnerving smile on her face.
“N-no–”
“ Why not? ”
Because.
Because I have no idea what I did wrong. What did I do?
I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you!
“Why? He’s the one who put his hands on you. He’s the one in the wrong, right?”
She sobbed. Fresh hot tears rolled down her face. Too much, it was too much. Why was Sua doing this? What was the point?
“Sua– stop.” But it came out too quiet, too weak .
“Are you going to say it’s your fault again?” Her eyes narrowed, irritated, “ Don’t play dumb .”
“ I’m sorry–”
“Still apologizing?” She laughed mockingly.
“How cunning you are .”
She lunged. Her hands squeezed around her neck like she was trying to pop her head off and slammed her into the ground. She bent over, kneeled in between Sua’s legs, forcing them apart. All of her body weight pinpointed into her hands, keeping Sua pinned to the ground.
Mizi seethed. She could hear something pounding in her ears, whether it was the sound of her blood or heart did not matter to her. Her vision blurred in her fury, but at the same time, was clear as day. Angry yellow eyes flickered around like mad, hyperfocused on every little movement Sua made. Like a predator tracking its prey.
Through her haze, she watched the smug look on Sua’s face turn to shock and then exhilaration . Excitement wracked her body. Sua always had such limited expressions, what a thrill to be able to see this side of her. To be the only one to see.
Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open. Mizi felt the breath leave Sua’s body as her hands wrapped themselves tighter. The tips of her fingers digging deeper into the sides of her neck.
Mizi observed in slight amusement as that unsettling smile came back to grace itself upon Sua’s face. She sputtered, spit splattering across Mizi’s face and drool seeping out from the corner of her lips.
The older girl clawed at her wrists. In her struggle, her back arched off the floor as she ground against Mizi. Thighs clenching around the younger girl’s waist.
She swore she could see a blush on her cheeks, though the darkening of her face could’ve actually been the result of asphyxiation. It was hard to tell in the blue lit room. She distantly registered the sound of the projector fan whirring louder.
Sua’s hips jerked carelessly against Mizi’s thighs, finally finding purchase to hump against. Purple dilated eyes rolled upward into the back of her head.
Oh, she was enjoying this wasn’t she?
One part of her was pleased to be the cause of Sua’s arousal.
The other part of her was livid at the fact she had so easily played into her trap, giving Sua what she wanted. The fact Sua was enjoying what was supposed to be a punishment infuriated her. She blinked away the tears that clung to her eyes, still crying from frustration and hurt.
Her hands loosened for a moment, just enough so Sua wouldn’t pass out. She wasn’t done with her just yet. Immediately, she began to cough violently. The darker haired girl’s chest rose and fell as she took in deep breaths of air. Mizi felt her groin throb, panties suddenly getting tighter, as she hungrily watched the tears that gathered in Sua’s eyes.
But she didn’t let her rest for long. Her slack hold suddenly became a crushing grip once more. Poor Sua seemed even more unprepared this time.
How cunning you are.
Was she really?
She bent down closer to Sua’s face, close enough that she could hear the little squeaks forced out of her.
“What about you, Sua? Your mom was dragging you around right? What’d she make you do?”
One hand released itself from Sua’s neck and trailed down to her soft stomach, pinching the skin and fat with her fingers. She hummed derisively.
“What’d she say about this? ”
Oh, even Ivan couldn’t get a reaction like this out of Sua.
Her face twisted into a snarl, eyes dark with fury. That seemed to do it. She knew each and every nerve that would tick Sua off, exactly what she loathed to talk about.
Now she was desperately trying to pry Mizi off. But even both of her hands were no match for Mizi. She was so much stronger, and Sua was just weak . She was helpless in this situation.
Mizi laughed, Sua’s frustration was tangible.
The younger girl gripped her harder, pulling the older girl flush against her hardness. Her dress had hiked up from when she was thrashing around previously. And now she could feel the heat from Sua’s groin through the fabric of her panties and her own dress. Mizi let out a shuddery breath, this was turning her on more than it should.
She leaned down and licked across where she had slapped Sua, stopping next to her ear to nip at it. She felt the girl underneath her twitch at that, and heard a weak little wheeze escape her mouth.
Purple eyes were glazed over, the hint of defiance and rage now overshadowed by pure arousal. Her face was wet with tears, sweat, drool and darkened with a deep blush that reached small ears.
Gorgeous. So beautiful. So perfect. She absolutely revelled in the sight.
Mizi reached down to free her pulsing length from her underwear and bucked against soft skin.
While they were apart, all she could think about was being back in Sua’s embrace. To bask in each other’s warmth and find solace after so long. But it seemed their arguments would always end in the same way.
Bruises, tears, jeers, and a carelessness found only then.
Though, in some twisted way, this debauchery was comfort for them both.
Mizi laughed. How unfortunate.