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Everything I got, I got working for me

As she rapped her knuckles against the hotel room door and leaned against the door frame, using her 5'11" height to loom, Satoru felt jubilant with success even though this tour hadn't officially started.

It had taken months of planning already, and Satoru itched with impatience. When she'd first announced a joint tour with Suguru, Satoru already had the plan drafted with her own media team, but they'd mentioned nothing to Suguru's team, only sending over the proposal after Satoru had made an informal teaser announcement about it. She'd half expected that Suguru would refuse the dare and call it out as the prank that it absolutely was (at which point Satoru would be able to make a stink about Suguru being a coward and backing out of an agreement). So she'd been thrilled that Suguru had agreed to the tour.

They'd share the stage--there was simply no other reasonable way to do it. Swapping off songs, providing support vocals, even featuring a few duets. It was a highly unusual arrangement, but that had helped to blow up the publicity around the tour, which had sold out within hours, immediately creating clamor to have more dates added and a social media frenzy of fans thrilled or enraged about the situation.

They'd arrived at the hotel and their first show was tomorrow night, but aside from some agreed-upon arrangements and a set list, negotiated and exchanged through their respective teams, they'd done nothing to prepare for performing together. Satoru wasn't worried about it. She knew every one of Suguru's songs. She'd written the arrangements herself that she'd sent over to propose which ones she wanted to cover with support vocals. Even though she'd never been to any of Suguru's shows, she'd seen recordings of them. As much as Satoru wanted to spend the next three months irritating the shit out of Suguru, she also wanted to uncompromisingly create good music and put on an incredible performance that their fans would be talking about for the rest of their lives. And she knew she could rely on Suguru to do the same.

Finally, though, they'd arrived at the same hotel, and finally Satoru could be face to face again with her best enemy.

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Satoru blinks once, eyes unfocusing as she casts her mind back over that time, trying to remember enough details to bring context to Suguru's statement. After a minute she has to shrug, apologetic. "I don't remember it like that."

Not that Suguru's wrong, just that Satoru doesn't remember things the same way, and doesn't remember enough of any specific situation that might apply.

"I thought I was yours, but then you threw me away. And I'm the one who's clearly missing pieces of this story, so if you say I wasn't, then I guess I gotta believe you. The way I remember it, I did what you told me and I came when I was called."

"Do you remember how many times I asked when we were going to go out on our own? The things we'd planned, only for you to have to skip out because you were busy?" To be far to Satoru, she wasn't the only one who had to cancel silly slumber parties or lunch dates or coffee runs because of everything going on, but she was the busier one.

"Do you think... what, I threw you away on purpose? Because I was bored? Because I was a hateful bitch? A coward?" Something raw and vulnerable crosses her face again, and she feels like the 17 year old Suguru again, just after she'd left. "Satoru, one of us had already died. Do you think they were going to stop at that?"

The drugs were free-flowing, even after Haibara's overdose, their grief was going to be monetized and exploited, their rebellions curtailed.

"I had to leave. It wasn't because I hated you, but I couldn't stay. I was crashing out, and I realized no one was going to be around to pick me up. All I could do was protect myself." Did that make her a coward? Some sort of terrible person? She looks away, tired, and rubs her eyes. "You wouldn't come with me, but I couldn't even protect you there, so what was the point?"

Satoru listens to all of this, brow furrowed with hurt, concern, and confusion. Some of it makes sense to her, some of it doesn't. She doesn't remember ever canceling on Suguru, but maybe that's because, like she said, she doesn't remember things that way. In her mind, Suguru had been just as busy, and it hadn't been a big deal when they'd had to reschedule. Now, she's (relatively) mature enough to understand that it might not have been that simple. Of course she'd been the busier one, since she'd been the more popular one, so it made sense that she might not realize that when she had a conflict, Suguru might not have three other things lined up.

"Why didn't you tell me any of that?" Satoru asks, confused as to why Suguru couldn't have just said as much back then. But at least she's starting to get enough of the real story to confirm her new theory, that her Suguru was real and bitchy Suguru was an act. She reaches out her arms, an open invitation for a hug if Suguru wants to climb into her embrace, but not really expecting that she will.

Suguru looks at her with a flat expression at what she thinks of as a stupid question, then sighs and walks around the bed. She is not going in for a hug, that just might the the final straw. She's too exhausted to deal with that.

"I'm going to sleep," she says, pushing back the blankets and climbing beneath them. It's not her preferred side of the bed, but it doesn't really matter. She does grab one of the pillows from the side of the bed Satoru is lounging on, and adds it to her pile of pillows. "Do whatever."

She doesn't expect to get to sleep with Satoru there, but it's something. A protest. She lays down, back to Satoru, only to sit back up a few seconds later.

"Really, Satoru? 'Why didn't you tell me?' You're going to ask that after everything I just said? When could I have told you?" She was the one who took care of the group, the one who got labeled the "mom" of the group, and none of the actual adults they dealt with had been trustworthy. Satoru wasn't around. And besides, she'd reached out about leaving plenty of times, and it never went anywhere.

She wants to throw a tantrum, but that feels insanely ridiculous even to her, so she awkwardly pulls off her robe, tosses it aside, and curls back up, pulling the blanket all the way up to her chin.

Satoru feels like there's no point in arguing with this, Suguru clearly doesn't want to consider any argument. So she just drops her arms back into her lap, watching Suguru curl up in bed. She seems to be serious about sleep, at least as a performative thing, and Satoru isn't going to fight her about it.

Shifting onto her side, on top of the blankets, Satoru nestles up behind her, arm draped over Suguru's waist and face nuzzled into Suguru's hair. Maybe she'll get cold, but she doesn't think Suguru would tolerate her getting under the blankets, and doesn't want to risk getting thrown out.

She last five minutes. Maybe a little longer, or a little shorter, since her entire ability to tell time has gone out the window with the conflicting emotions Satoru brings up in her, and she hasn't bothered to look at a clock.

Five minutes, though. That's what she's telling herself.

And then she breaks. A little. Satoru doesn't seem to be going to anywhere, clinging to her back, and if Suguru is going to sleep, she wants to be comfortable.

"If you're going to stay, at least get under the blankets. And take off your bra, you don't need to sleep in it, and I don't want to jab your underwire with my elbow if I move around."

Satoru is, of course, free to leave, but somehow Suguru doesn't think she's going to do that.

Satoru obeys without comment, slipping her bra off and then wiggling under the blankets behind Suguru. Sliding both arms around Suguru's waist this time, Satoru snuggles close, feeling entirely smug about her victory. It was easier than she'd expected. Suguru always gave in to her, sooner or later, and it was nice to have proven that this Suguru was still her Suguru enough for that to still be true. Suguru smells different, with different hair products these days, but under that she still smells like Suguru.

Squeezing her arms around Suguru's waist, Satoru gives a contented little sigh, settling down in order to sleep.

She can feel the smugness radiating off Satoru, and feels annoyed about that, although she is too tired, emotionally and physically, to feel it intensely, or to do anything about it.

She's always given in far too easily to Satoru. This tour truly was a bad idea, and at this point, she doesn't know what the end of it looks like. She can't get too comfortable. At least she isn't in love with Satoru anymore, and it'll be easier on her when they part at the end of this.

It takes her a little longer than usual to fall asleep, but eventually she does, sleeping sounder than she has the past few months since the tour was first announced. She sleeps straight through until her alarm goes off, and even then she has to drag herself out of her sleep, sitting up with bleary eyes and trying to find her phone.

Satoru grumbles when an alarm goes off, then grumbles more when Suguru shifts. Her arms tighten around Suguru's waist, possessive, but then her brain clicks on enough to register that the phone's closer to her than to Suguru. Satoru turns in that direction enough to locate it, reach for it, and turn the alarm off. Then she returns her arm to Suguru's waist, snuggling in again. Surely the alarm was not for any purpose. They do not need to get up. Cuddling is much more important. Satoru is comfy and warm. They should stay right here.

Satoru turning off the alarm and wanting to snuggle in again feels incredibly familiar to Suguru, and in the harsh light of day— not that any light is getting in the room, with the blackout curtains drawn over the windows— it's not something they can indulge in. They have a show, and despite their talk, if it could be called that, Suguru doesn't feel like anything's resolved between them.

She turns in Satoru's arms, looking at her for a moment, and runs her fingers through her hair. A soft moment of indulgence.

"Why did you announce this tour?" And in such a bold fashion, in a way that didn't leave Suguru any option but to agree? Which wasn't really the question she wanted to ask, but it came out anyway.

Satoru's wary when Suguru shifts, but she doesn't pull away so it's fine. Instead, Suguru caresses her, and Satoru's smile brightens happily at the touch to her hair, still just as eager as ever to be petted.

"Hm? What I said--what I realized last night. I want your attention. I wanted you back. Guess I didn't fully realize it at the time." And she's far from having it fully figured out now. Despite some victories, Satoru doesn't have much confidence that she'll be able to keep this and convince Suguru to stay with her. "Would have just said I wanted to annoy you."

And now? She just wants to snuggle. Satoru tangles their legs together, keeping Suguru close.

"So you made our teams plan a tour just because you wanted to annoy me? Or wanted my attention." She rolls her eyes, though a little affection bleeds through. And then she shoves Satoru's shoulder. "Get up. I need to go work out before the day gets started."

It's always a struggle to maintain her schedule while on tour, and by the end of it, she won't be doing anything like this, but she at least likes to keep it up whenever possible.

"They'll be breaking down the stage tonight, and we'll be on buses, so make sure to—" she starts, then stops. That's what she resisted so much of, falling back into the habit of making sure Satoru had her shit together. "You probably have people to pack for you."

Satoru tightens her grip, winding tighter around Suguru, nuzzling her face into the side of Suguru's neck. She's tempted to insist on her staying, that she can skip one day of working out. After a minute, she relents and lets go.

Stretching as she gets up, Satoru yawns and finds her bra, room key, and phone. She ruffles her own hair so that the messiness is the way she likes it, checking around herself to make sure she has what she needs, then snagging Suguru with an arm around her waist, pulling her in again and nuzzling the side of her head.

Letting up before Suguru shoves her off, Satoru heads out the door and back to her own room to brush her teeth and change.

Suguru watches her go, not saying anything about the nuzzling or clinging. She isn't sure what to say about it, with Satoru so quiet, and so much still left lingering between them.

Once she's gone, Suguru climbs out of bed to get ready for the day. She generally does start her morning off with a workout, to clear her head, and all of the hotels they're staying at on the tour have gyms, plus she has some weights on the bus she'll be using so she can do something while on the road. It's a good distraction, especially when her head is a jumble.

It helps, in that she's able to get out of her head somewhat, and the rest of the day is a whirlwind because she does have to be packed and ready to go before she leaves for the arena. The past few days have been easy, since they weren't traveling, and there was time to spend in the hotel, but it'll be a lot of travel after the show that night.

She deliberately doesn't seek out Satoru and fills in her day with things so she's busy just in case the other woman tries to find her, so she doesn't run into her until close to showtime.

Satoru's disappointed to not see more of Suguru that day until they're about to head out on stage. Catching Suguru again, Satoru slips her arms around Suguru's waist, giving her a warm squeeze. She can't nuzzle now that she's already in makeup, but her face lingers close to Suguru's throat, breath warm against her skin.

As she lets go, she notices Nanami looking startled and somewhat concerned, but ignores it as she heads out to perform.

Her energy's different on stage now, playful without the sharp edge, and all of her interjections on Suguru's songs are flirty things. When they get to Contact, Satoru sings her part differently, more coaxing. She's changed a few of the lyrics, too, urging stay with her, go back to her, playful but insistent, lips curved into a challenging little smirk each time she catches Suguru's gaze on one of those altered lines.

The squeeze before the show isn't unusual. Well, it is now, but it hadn't been unusual a decade ago. And it would be so easy to let everything return to that same state, back where they had been before Haibara's death. She gave in too quickly to Satoru, or rather, Satoru took the bedtime demands as her giving in, and that's going to have to be addressed.

But she refuses to think about that on stage, when she has to be performing. The energy is different, and it's fun without the sharp bite, even if the sheer amount of flirting that goes on is enough to make her faintly flustered. There are times when Suguru thinks she almost has Contact figured out, although it doesn't seem quite there yet. The changing lyrics do annoy her, but she manages to keep up with them, follow the changes well enough.

The energy of the show gets to her, and Suguru feels in her element again. Shows are exhausting for her, even if she loves them, and she can't wait to get back to her dressing room. But she does stop Satoru in the hallway, in those few moments they have, pushing her up against the wall this time. She's not angry or as annoyed as she was in previous nights, but she still gives Satoru an unimpressed look.

"If you want improv, tell me beforehand," she says, flicking her finger against Satoru's side. "And if you keep looking at me like that, the gossip rags are going to start printing shit."

"So what if they do?" Satoru retorts with a smirk. Happy to be pinned up against a wall by Suguru, Satoru slips her arms around Suguru's waist automatically. If Suguru expected to be let go easily, she's going to quickly realize her mistake in initiating physical contact with Satoru, whose limpet qualities tend to kick in even when she's not given an excuse.

One hand does slide downward, however, cupping Suguru's ass and giving it a squeeze.

Their bandmates are likely to come around the corner any second, but Satoru's arms are strong and immovable around Suguru's waist, and her posture is otherwise relaxed and lazy as she leans back against the wall.

Those limpet qualities have only seem to have gotten worse in the years since Suguru last saw her. She reaches around to grab her wrist. "Satoru, behave yourself for a little longer," she says, squeezing her wrist and tugging it off her ass.

"I don't relish being dragged through the rags. You should care a little about your reputation." Not that Satoru has seemed to care, ever. Suguru cares, but mostly because she wants some measure of privacy. It's hard to do what she does in bed when people are speculating about her life and sexuality and sex life all the time. "You're going to be the one answering questions, if it comes down to that."

She steps back, though she doesn't get far because Satoru's arms are strong, but she can hear people on either side of the hallway.

"You're a mess. I want you showered before I see you again."

“Yes, Suguru.” Satoru’s smile is playful enough to be mocking, but she takes the condition as a command and lets go. It sounds like an invitation to her: shower, then come and menace Suguru some more. It’s a plan.

So she goes and cleans up after the concert, showering and changing into lounge pants and a tank top, a soft wireless bra she can sleep in. She checks in with her people, makes sure that everything is resolved and they know where she is, gets fed and drinks more water, and then lets herself onto Suguru’s bus instead of climbing onto her own.

It wasn't intended as an invitation, but Suguru suspects that is how Satoru will take it, and she's curious to see what she'll do, since they are going off to their buses, not the hotel.

She mostly expects Satoru to chase her down in the dressing room, and when she emerges from her dressing room with no Satoru in sight, assumes they'll run into each other the next day, at their next venue. It doesn't occur to her that Satoru might sneak onto her bus until she's on the bus, staring at her tour mate as the driver starts to pull away. Satoru's bus has already left, she knows, since the convoy has already started; Suguru had been a little late getting to the bus, wanting to check in with the tour manager about some of the set pieces.

"In the habit of wandering into strange places, Satoru?" she asks, taking a seat on the couch, leaving some space between them.

"Oh, I don't think your bus is that strange," Satoru says lightly, cheerful, taking the question playfully. (It's also true that Satoru is in the habit of wandering in anywhere that strikes her fancy. Why not? And if it is a strange place, that makes it all the more interesting.) "A bit goth, maybe, but that's just your influence on things."

Suguru leaves space between them, but that's fine. Satoru just turns and leans back, settling her head into Suguru's lap.

Suguru gives her a flat look, unimpressed; her jokes are not that good. If the corners of her mouth twitch because she is still weak to Satoru's brand of silliness, it's only fleeting and means nothing.

She sighs when Satoru puts her head in her lap; like the bus, this is something she should have considered before, something so quintessentially Satoru. It harkens back to who they were before.

Suguru curls her hand gently but firmly around Satoru's neck, making it obvious that her hand is there. She traces Satoru's lip with her thumb. "Do you know what you're doing, Satoru?"

She should mention that she's not the same Suguru she once was— Satoru's Suguru— and that the mean, bitchy Suguru was just as much a part of her. Satoru doesn't seem to like that part of her, and Satoru doesn't really have anywhere to go if she suddenly doesn't want that.

On the other hand, Suguru is tired of talking, especially when nothing seems to matter to Satoru, or get through to her, and she's just as tired of holding back all the time. Some of the stuff the night before had been an act; she's generally much warmer, especially when her girls are good for her. But some of it had been real. (And she thinks, no matter what, that Satoru does need to be spanked.)

The problem is that Suguru is still deeply attracted to Satoru. Satoru is a gorgeous woman, even dressed down without makeup, and Suguru has eyes. And her brand of playfulness and teasing shaped so much of Suguru's general thoughts and attitudes about desire that it's hard to disconnect the two. She wants Satoru, despite the years of bad blood between them.

Maybe she gives in, lets this happen: fucks Satoru on her bus, and in their various rooms, and maybe even in her dressing room. Then, in three months, with the tour over and Satoru done with her, bored by everything and moving on to new pastures, she'd have had her fill. Fucked Satoru out of her system.

Satoru's eyes have closed, but they still crinkle at that question, lips curving in a grin. "Not entirely," she confesses, because it's true she doesn't have this all thought out. Her lips brush against Suguru's thumb as she speaks, and she flicks out her tongue briefly to tease. "But I know a little more than last night."

Since she'd only figured out the disconnect after Suguru had already left. But getting allowed back into Suguru's room had worked out great for her, and she still felt blissful with the high of having slept in Suguru's bed.

"Do you know what you're doing, Suguru?"

"Of course I do," she says with a scoff. She has no clue what she's doing or how badly this is going to end for her. It's a pity her manager isn't around to talk her out of this, or that Nanami and Shoko aren't around to pull Satoru away. "I've done this a dozen times."

She pushes her thumb into Satoru's mouth, pressing down on her tongue.

"I don't share well, Satoru."

Satoru gives a surprised whimper of desire as Suguru’s thumb pushes into her mouth like that. Even though she didn’t anticipate it, the obviously erotic gesture helps to ground her, making her more certain of what she wants. They’re doing this. Satoru does want her. Has wanted her for far longer than she realized, and now that there’s an actual possibility of it, Satoru isn’t going to let go. Suguru is hers.

She rubs her tongue against Suguru’s thumb, heated and inviting, sucking on her with a little moan.

The way Suguru answers her question certainly isn’t how Satoru meant it, and she doesn’t believe that Suguru does really know what she’s getting herself into. (Largely because it’s Satoru dragging her into it, renewing her efforts every time Suguru tries to squirm free.)

Suguru’s warning just draws a lifted brow, however, because she needs more context. Sharing what? Sharing the bus? Her bed? Her time, her things? Sharing Satoru herself? (Doesn’t that last one imply a claim? If she will not share Satoru, it means that Satoru is hers.)

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