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藤原幸孝 ([personal profile] merikuru) wrote in [community profile] porn_tree2017-02-01 06:50 pm
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February 2017 amnesty post.

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Phantasy Star Online 2: The Animation

[MA] Aika/Marika, "open invite" (by [personal profile] samuraiter)


Our challenge is officially closed, and it's time for amnesty to open up!

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[MA] All Aika [PSO2 The Animation – Marika / Aika]

[personal profile] samuraiter 2017-02-27 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Fandom: Phantasy Star Online 2 The Animation
Pairing: Marika / Aika
Prompt: Striptease (Round 29)

After one story – Open Invite – using Aika as the primary character, I thought it might be fun to do a quick follow-up story that switches the P.O.V. to Marika instead.

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ALL AIKA

Marika had been taught – by her parents, but also by Riko and Yurika – to trust her intuition, and she had learned to trust her instincts, too. Those instincts had taught her that she had no interest in boys, and that she preferred girls. They had also taught her that she had a type that she preferred – taciturn, strong, polite, introspective, calm.

Aika had been all of those things. And she had been interested in Marika, too.

Marika had been concerned that having Aika might lead her to becoming bored, that developing that relationship might puncture her dream, but it only piqued her interest. Aika fulfilled all of her expectations, set clear limits, made herself easy to read. In every respect, she seemed to be the ideal girlfriend, never mind that she had stated, from the start, that she and Marika could not be together in the long term, that she might have to go back to her home country at the drop of a hat. Marika did not mind that possibility.

At least, she did not mind it until it started to look like it was going to happen for real. Aika had mentioned that the time for her voyage home might be coming up soon.

Knowing that, Marika had invited her up to her room for one more visit.

And there Aika stood, looking at her partner and saying, after she closed and locked the door, "What do you want to do today, Marika?" Literal to a fault, as per usual.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Ai-chan," Marika said from her seat on her bed, "I'm going to be sad when you leave. I know you have your reasons." And she trusted Aika enough to understand that she maintained her silence about those reasons for good cause. "So, this time, I want to make sure that I remember you, everything about you." And she smiled, putting her hands together as she added, "So! I'd like you to strip for me."

"As you wish." Aika immediately reached for the red cravat at her throat.

"Wait." Aika paused. "Not ... like you normally do." Because Aika did everything quickly and efficiently as a general rule. "Slowly. I kinda want to ... savor this, if that makes any sense. Don't ... even stop to fold anything. Just let it all pile up on the floor."

"All right. Like this?" She gently pulled one end of the cravat until the neat bow came undone, then pulled it free of her collar and let it fall to the floor at her feet.

"Y-Yes, just like that. A little at a time." Marika blushed in spite of herself. Granted, she had seen Aika naked a number of times, and had been naked for her a number of times herself, but the level of control her partner always gave her in those situations – always asking, always offering – never failed to make her feel a little weak in the knees.

"I will stop if you tell me to stop," Aika said, and Marika nodded to her to continue. One by one, she undid the buttons of her uniform jacket, pausing for a second after each one. Then, she shrugged off the jacket and let it drop to the floor behind her. "Do you want me to take off my shirt first? Or do you prefer my skirt? My stockings?"

"S-Stockings, please." And Aika obliged, slowly rolling each one down her leg before sliding it off her foot. "And, um, skirt now, if that's all right." She unfastened the side and let the skirt fall, her short-sleeved dress shirt almost long enough to hide her panties, though it did not hide a single inch of her long, well-muscled legs. "O-Okay, then. Go ... really slow now. Please." Her heart beat quickly against the inside of her chest.

"Yes." Again, one button at a time, each one revealing another patch of skin. Aika had the body of a lifelong athlete, all lean muscle, completely unlike any of the other girls Marika knew at Seiga Academy, and the sight of it never bored her.

The shirt dropped to the floor, followed soon after by the underlying brassier and panties. Aika put her hands behind her head and had a good stretch, making Marika feel like her eyes might jump from her head and roll around on the floor at her feet.

"I am naked." Aika had a gift for stating the obvious. "What do you wish of me now?"

"Just ... turn around for me. I want to see all of you." She did, pausing so that Marika could enjoy the sight of her ass. "Now, just ... come here and lay down on the bed."

Aika complied, laying on her side, looking up at her seated partner, her blue eyes neutral. Marika enjoyed the sight of her like that, her gaze trailing down from her breasts – her nipples already hard – to her flat stomach, her navel, the blonde hair between those long legs. If she wanted a good memory of Aika, she had it.

"You make me ... incredibly happy that I'm gay," Marika admitted. "I'm lucky to have you." She lay down next to Aika, still in her clothes. "Let me touch all of you, Aika. After that, I'm yours for whatever you want, and you don't have to leave here tonight."

"Understood," Aika replied, her voice quiet, and the minutes started to stretch.

Later, in the dark of the night, as she lay naked in the embrace of a half-asleep Aika, Marika thought to herself, What comes next? If she's going to go, where does that leave me? Things are different now. Before Aika, she had been certain that she liked girls, but had not been able to act on it. Aika had been her first, and had taught her so much about that kind of relationship that she felt ... powerful, for lack of a good word. I mean, I'm not going to pine for her forever or anything. There's never been any strings attached to this. I know that. It's just – She frowned. – this is going to be hard to top. She's everything I wanted and more. That sets the bar pretty high for me.

Aika unconsciously squeezed her gently around her middle, as if sensing her misgivings, and Marika amended, smiling to herself ruefully, I'm sure I'll figure it out for myself. The world's only going to get more complicated for everyone, after all.

She had no idea, at that time, how right she was.

END.