Gojou Satoru (
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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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Her thighs squeeze around Satoru, and she doesn't even catch it at first, too distracted to really pay attention to her body. Her orgasm hits her out of nowhere, body going still as she arches off the bed with a loud whine in the back of her throat, walls clenching tightly around those fingers inside her. Her hand tightens in Satoru's hair, tugging sharply as she rides out the waves of her climax. It's only once she's stopped coming that she lets go, smoothing down her hair with a gentle pat; that tugging probably hurt, she assumes, in a somewhat distracted manner.
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"Good girl," she murmurs, turning her head so she can kiss her temple. She remembers this much, at least. Satoru always thrived on praise. "That was amazing. You did well."
Better than what Suguru expected, in fact. She's not going to think about Satoru learning how to go down on a girl; however she learned it, Suguru benefited. She nudges Satoru's chin, starting to lean in for a kiss. She hesitates for a moment, wondering if Satoru wants that, and then does it anyway. She can taste herself on Satoru's lips, which doesn't bother her, but it does remind her that they both need to clean up. She draws back, slowly.
"Go wash up," she says, untangling herself from Satoru. "I'll get you some water." And chocolate, even though there wasn't anything really intense about their encounter.
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Still, she does want to wash up, so she gets up and goes to do that, shameless in her own nudity as she rises and goes to the little bathroom to wash her face and hands, wiping down between her legs as well to clean away the excess slick.
Then she goes to crawl back into Suguru's bed, watching Suguru with tentative and hopeful glances, quiet for now while she waits to be told what to do--and ready to argue if Suguru tries to tell her anything stupid.
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She can't help but stare at Satoru as she drinks. Satoru's always been beautiful, and she's just gotten more gorgeous with age. Filled out into herself. Suguru has tracked her career; it's impossible not to, considering the digs and barbs and the times they'd almost run into each other at award shows and parties.
It used to be that she would always know what to say to Satoru, but Suguru finds herself tongue-tied, unsure. Unsettled. Even her usual conversation after sex is failing her, since she suspects Satoru wouldn't like that.
"You should sleep." There's nowhere else for Satoru to go, so she'll have to sleep in bed with her. "Can you sleep on the bus?"
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Of course, Satoru had to change that.
She doesn't expect to sleep, but with Satoru there, she isn't going to go sit on the couch and compose. Not that it wouldn't be weird, they did work together in the past, and as their current endeavor shows, they can riff off each other. But Suguru's already let down too many walls for Satoru, and she doesn't want to let her in any further.
So she wraps her arms around Satoru, running fingers through her hair, and softly hums a little tune, hoping it'll lull Satoru to sleep. "Go to sleep, I'll wake you up once we arrive."
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The hands in her hair do soothe her, though, easing that cling back to a cuddle, and then she sighs, drifting off very quickly from those hands in her hair, just like she always used to.
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Eventually, she does fall asleep, although she wakes up once they stop, attempting to jerk upright, but she's still tangled in Satoru's arms. She shakes Satoru's arm, yawning. "We've arrived."