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 Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:36 am
Both Hero and Aurelia stopped. Dead.
However, this meant something deeply uncomfortable: they were frozen in position, Hero with a handful of Aurelia's brown curls while flopped on top of her, Aurelia with one leg raised to try to smash her heel down on the vulnerable back of Hero's knee. This also meant their shower-warm, wet bodies were slick together, her best friend's chest pressed up against her own chest, both of their hearts hammering from their frantic catfight. Aurelia was warm and soft underneath her, soaking wet, also soapy. They were both soapy. This had made for a difficult, slippery catfight: they both kept popping out of each other's grip. Their legs and arms were tangled up in each other, and both were staring at the squeaking, wide-eyed form of their Princess.
Their Princess.
Their Princess.
So Hero did the only thing she could:
-- drop the handful of Aurelia's hair, crisply salute at Serenade, and announce: "Good morning, Miss Soriano. We."
Oh god.
"Were."
Oh, god.
" -- sparring."
Aurelia's hand, dumbfoundedly, had rose in a salute against her own head. They were both staring. (And bleeding.) And staring.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:43 am
"Y-yes," Aurelia agreed, and started to lever herself out from under Hero, slipped, turned bright red, tried again; Hero was dead weight, not making her own move to scramble away and Aurelia made her own squeak, mirroring Serenade, getting redder and redder by the moment.
They were in a compromising position that Andeon would declare a <******** goldmine. It was Awful. (Not completely but oh god they weren't queer)
"Good. Morning. Princess," Aurelia whispered, wiping at the blood at her chin. It was also on her breasts. Must have dripped there. She was decidedly not looking at breasts. No she was not. She looked at Serenade instead but she had breasts too oh god Aurelia was so screwed.
She squeezed her eyes shut instead.
"Miss Barrett, could you ah-- untangle your leg from mine."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:46 am
"Yes. Yes, of course. Absolutely." They untangled legs. This was also difficult. (They weren't queer. They weren't. Andeon would have held the camera, Mackie would have directed.) They both slowly rose to their feet, brushing themselves off, both naked as the day they were born (Serenade was still looking away, her cheeks bright red). Both Aurelia and Hero turned to each other and, stupidly, shook hands. "Absolutely. Thank you. Well done."
Then both marched back to their shower partitions, and went back to their showers.
"You should think about what you would do if you were attacked in the shower rooms," said Serenade's Captain, helpfully, rinsing some of the shampoo out of her hair. The princess was still, towel on the floor, gaping. "It's. A. Difficult situation."
What.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:56 am
She was still looking away, palms now both covering her face. "I'm not looking." She said very decidedly, her voice muffled. "I'm not." She could feel the heat radiating from her face.
Sparring.
While they were naked.
As ignorant as Serenade usually was, the setup had totally screamed "OH GOD THIS IS SO WRONG AND WEIRD" right into her ear and she could not ignore it. It also didn't help that she had once came in when the two were fighting and she had only made it worse by revealing Aurelia to be Capricorn. "Morning." She squeaked out, her body pressed against the wall as if she wanted to just run, but she slid downwards to try and grab at her towel, one hand still covering her face.
"Oh." Was the only thing she said to Hero's explanation. This was awfully awkward.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 3:06 am
Aurelia tried to school herself. She really, really did; this was their princess and she looked unbelievably embarrassed and Aurelia thanked the good lord that Elke wasn't showering because they'd all be hugging. Wet. Naked. Agh.
"I regret to inform you Miss Barrett, but due to recent events my schedule. Is. Booked,"Aurelia finished washing all of the soap off and exited the shower, a towel (finally) wrapped around her. She had gashes in her side from Hero's nails, and she knew she would be bruised in uncomfortable places. She was utterly embarrassed, "Giselle and I have much to discuss."
Aurelia, exit, stage left.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 3:23 am
All that left was Hero and Serenade, alone, and Serenade was so embarrassed that if you could die of embarrassment they'd be facing a dead Chronos on their hands. She was rinsing off the leftover soap, the blood, the -- everything -- and came out of the partition with her slightly damp towel, giving a respectful nod to her princess as she went to change into her uniform instead. "Ma'am," she said, and then it was her exit. Stage left.
Serenade had a horrible team.
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