|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 2:28 pm
"Do you have many 'BFFs', that you need to clarify which one you're talking about?" Kirin teased, trying - and failing - to push down the pleased warmth of knowing Jada was planning on sticking around. Kirin knew he wasn't the easiest of friends to have, half by his own design. But Jada didn't seem scared off by the parts that were just intrinsically Kirin, an unsocialable grump and ice queen, so he'd stopped the extra barbs designed to force people away. If Jada could deal with his rough edges, Kirin was fine keeping her around. She wasn't too annyoing.
Most of the time, he amended, as Jada stole back the last present. He frowned - not a pout, definitely not a pout, Jada! - and contemplated the best plan of attack.
"Jada, you can't be that mean on my birthday," he protested. Fluttering his eyes, Kirin took a seat next to Jada. Meanwhile he mind raced - maybe he could sneak a hand under one side and steal it back? was Jada perhaps ticklish?
"Don't you want to make sure I'm nice to you when it's your birthday?" he said, arching one eyebrow. Alright, trying for the first idea, Kirin decided. Hopefully he wouldn't grab anything inappropriate... One hand flashed out, aiming for where the couch cushion dipped most beneath their combined weight.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 10:39 pm
"Well," Jada began, and then laughed. "You're in my top five." she gave the other woman a coy, mischievous grin. She probably would have tried to use the eyelash trick Kiri had taught her, but it was kind of hard to do when she was laying down. "I might even put you in my top three." Hell, she might even go for her top two.
As Kirin pouted down at her, Jada laughed, wriggling to try and slide the gift to a more defensible position under her body. "I wouldn't be mean, if this were your birthday. But I do believe it isn't." she tapped her finger against her lower lip thoughtfully. "In fact, this is just two friends, having a good time."
Jada was very ticklish.
She shifted as her friend sat next to her, to make room for the redhead to join her. "And of course you have to be nice to me on my birthday." A hand flashed out- and Jada squawked, wriggling to try and defend the prize. "No! You can't have it!" she protested. Her friend's hand brushed over her thighs, seeking under her body for the gift, and Jada scowled. Good thing she'd moved it UP. "If you want a present, you can have something else. I am keeping this as compensation for my mental trauma! You don't put me in plaid!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 3:38 pm
"You bought the plaid!" Kirin protested. Of course he was going to make Jada try it on instead, when she gave him something so clearly a joke present.
He continued to grope for the present - doing his very best to try and not grope other things - leaning further and further over Jada. "C'mon, give it," he insisted. It had been flat and square-ish, like a cd case of some kind. "It's miiiine. Jada, did you make me a mix tape - cd? A mix-cd? Is this a very 80's love confession, Jada?"
Maybe if he teased her enough, Kirin could distract her long enough to steal his gift back.
Kirin considered Jada's offer of something else instead of the hidden present. "Like what?" he said. "It would have to be something better. And you said this was the best of all the presents!"
Jada had taught Kirin well - accept no substitutes (unless of superior value).
And this whole time, Kirin had yet to give up on retrieving the gift from underneath Jada. Even while he waited for her counter-offer, Kirin was still half over Jada's lap, one hand grasping about beneath her legs.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 6:09 pm
Hmm. She had indeed bought the plaid. "Don't remind me." she told the redhead. "That was quite possibly the worst shopping experience of my life. People were staring. I was afraid at any moment someone was going to come and take my Good Taste card away from me." she grinned up at Kirin, wriggling a little to try and keep the gift effectively hidden from the other woman.
"Give it?" her tone mocked the other woman's, and Jada could feel her grin widen. "I believe it isn't yours yet. Possession is nine-tenths of the law, and right now, I believe the present is still mine." She didn't dare lean up, but she gave her friend a coy look. "Do you want me to confess how I feel about you, Kiri? I could probably add a little Dolly-Whitney to tonight's song list. I hope life treats you kind / And I hope you have all you've dreamed of..." She dramatically warbled the lyrics, but the whole time Jada just couldn't keep a straight face.
Kirin was pinning her pretty well, Jada reckoned. She wouldn't be able to wriggle out from under the other woman, so she'd just have to get Kirin off of her own accord. Looking up, Jada pondered what she could trade for the present under her body. "Something better?" Hmmm. Just about anything would be better than the gag gift she had hidden under her right now.
Kirin was warm, and it was nice to have human contact again. She'd been working too hard, and hadn't seen her family enough. And she always had been a little impish. This little joke could probably backfire- but before she could stop herself, her upper body lifted. The present was exposed, and the redhead's hands under her thighs would only have to twitch an inch to snatch it away. She'd never been so brazenly playful with- well... anyone. Not sober, anyways. And it was probably cruel to do so with one of her best friends.
Oh well. Kirin would forgive her.
"How about this?" she asked, and licked her lips. She really didn't want to get decked. She leaned up and then lightly brushed the redhead's mouth with her own. "A birthday kiss, up to one for each of your birthdays?" She vividly remembered,just in time, the way Kiri had sulked at their accidental kiss the first time they'd met. Her stomach clenched. "Or did you have a counter-offer?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:16 am
Kirin pretended to be sympathetic, nodding along while continuing to fish for his present. He was clearly not distracting Jada enough if she could still wiggle away and keep forcing him to miss finding the slim present. "Just imagine," he said in mock horror, "someone might have photographed you buying plaid. Your reputation as a model would be destroyed."
Well, Jada could always claim it was photoshopped. And thankfully she had her own IT-whiz to prove just how possible that sort of thing was... assuming said IT-whiz got his birthday present.
"I will make you sing that if you aren't careful," he warned when Jada crooned out the beginning of 'I Will Always Love You'. "And I will be insanely critical and vicious. Simon Cowell will seem positively fluffy by comparison." Do not mess with his karaoke. Or his presents. Or so Kirin attempted to bore into Jada's brain through eye contact. It is hiiiis present, Jada. Giiiiive iiiiit.
Kirin was so fixed on trying to hypnotise Jada (while searching for a present while trying not to grope his friend), that he missed Jada closing the distance between them. Soft lips brushed his own. Kirin froze. He vaguely heard Jada saying something about trading for more kisses, but it was drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in his ears. ... And hopefully his face was the only place blood was rushing. Face turning red, Kirin couldn't tear his startled gaze away from Jada's. His mind speed up while time slowed. Kirin spared a thankful prayer that even with their current, suspicious, position, only knees and hands (and for a moment, lips) were touching. Even so, he couldn't help but worry if he was wearing enough layers. Was his skirt ruffled enough? The jeans underneath constricting enough? Of all the ways he'd dreamed (all nightmares, thank you) of outing himself, this was not one of them.
And of course, right in the middle of all this panic was when some tiny portion of Kirin's brain chose to pipe up, 'You know, that wasn't unpleasant.'
'... Oh, ******** Kirin could move again and he was scrambling backwards. He took refuge in the far corner of the couch. His body was angled to keep Jada in front of him, the leg closest to her half-pulled to his chest. Wide, golden eyes tracked Jada's every move like she was the natural predator of a Kirin. A hand rose and half covered his beet-red face. "Jesus," Kirin cursed and then blanched. That had been deeper than Jada was used to hearing from Kirin. Also hoarser, which could hopefully be blamed (along with shock) for any difference in pitch.
Don't mind Kirin, Jada, he'll just be over here in the corner having a personal crisis.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 4:40 am
Jada's eyes widened at the thought of people having proof she'd looked at plaid. It wasn't that plaid was terrible in general- she'd wear it if she had no other choice- but willingly shop for it? She wasn't Scottish, and she didn't need any more squares in her life. "I wouldn't say destroyed," she said mildly, glaring at the redhead, but I would definitely be paying you a visit. Possibly for the rest of my life, since no one would think to look for me in the sprawling computer room of a computer genius."
That thought wasn't so bad to her, strangely.
"So you'll be yourself?" Jada teased as Kirin attempted her threat. "I've seen you at karaoke, darling. You're anything but sweet and non-judgmental." Of course, Kiri was much nicer to Jada than others. Possibly out of fear that Jada would cry at her, but possibly because Jada thought of herself as the sort to just emanate an aura of talent. The heiress met golden eyes with her own, amused at the intensity of the other woman's stare. Was she trying a telepathic communication? "I feel strange," she confessed to Kirin dramatically. "I have the sudden urge to... open your present myself." her brows scrunched together, focusing. "A sudden ache to steal your gifts. Except the hat."
But their lips met, and teasing flew out the door. The touch of their lips had been so short, and yet Jada had found it one of the most intense moments... Kirin's lips were soft, and they were so close, and Jada wanted that next contact. A joke, cruel, and yet Jada was going to suffer for it, because it felt good. Apparently, however, her friend did not; Jada's face went pale, Kirin's flooded with heat; Jada wanted more contact, ached for another kiss, more weight, more something, and was denied even the brief touch she'd had going for her. Kirin jerked back like she had been stung, and Jada gave an audible groan, letting her hand fall to her face.
In time, she reasoned, Kirin would forgive her.
But Jada hadn't anticipated her own reaction to their kiss.
Kirin's husky voice made Jada crack open an eye and draw her legs up, to give the other woman more room at the end of the couch. She should apologize; but she didn't want to. Jada wasn't sorry she had kissed Kirin, she was sorry it had been so fervently unwanted. How did one apologize for that? Should she just pretend it hadn't happened? Play it cool and continue as though Jada wasn't- Her arms covered her chest protectively, arms crossing in a gesture of insecurity that she didn't even recognize. She was doing it for more logical purposes. Surely. She couldn't take it back, it was too late now...
But she also didn't give up the present. Instead she lay it between them like a wall.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
