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femslashfete Fic: Lace and Other Indecencies (Magical Girl Raising Project)
Title: Lace and Other Indecencies [AO3/Sunset]
Fandom: Magical Girl Raising Project
Ship: Mamori Totoyama/Kanoe Hitokouji
Prompt: #110 - Taunt
Rating: T
Scope/Length: 1065 words
Warnings: Teenagers being slightly suggestive.
Summary: Mamori knows better than to indulge Kanoe's provocations. Unfortunately, knowing better has never stopped her before.
“My Lady. As your most loyal and only retainer, you should know how disgraceful it is when you leave yourself exposed to prying eyes. In the school, no less.”
Mamori’s voice carries more than a tinge of sarcasm as she addresses Kanoe. Kanoe, of course, is poised like a doll even in the somewhat dingy classroom chair. Her skirt’s still hiked up, of course, to show off her amazingly soft legs. Mamori’s skin isn’t that as soft as hers, and she even uses products. Kanoe barely uses any, and she still looks like she’s made from porcelain. It’s the same as her face, clear and without blemish. Even her cheeks are naturally rose-pink, gentle in the apples of her cheeks.
“Why does it bother you so much, Mamori? We’re the only two here,” Kanoe tells her with her signature smile: the one that doesn’t reach her eyes fully. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
Mamori sighs, nearly defeated already. Why does she have to stay after school with her, anyway? To talk about the digital game in that strange world inside the phone? Mamori’s stomach swims as Kanoe’s brown eyes meet hers, as if their minds have both linked up at once to say there are bigger fish to fry.
“Someone could walk in at any second, my lady. And please don’t try to act like you haven’t done this when other girls are in class… that’s why they love you so much.”
“Are you jealous?” Kanoe laughs, the sound like tinkling bells. “That someone else might get to see my thighs… or even my panties?”
What a lewd lady. Mamori’s lips, a bit chapped (because of course they are, whereas Kanoe’s are perfect—dewy, salmon-colored, and soft), press together.
“I could care less if another woman sees your panties.”
“Oh, so now it’s about another woman? Ufu. Mamori, you really are jealous.”
It’s a deliberate taunt from Kanoe’s end. She knows that Mamori isn’t jealous, doesn’t she? She can’t be. What is there to be jealous of? It’s not like she’s in love with Kanoe. All her life, Kanoe’s been a presence of irritation to her; an unbearably arrogant and smug person. Mamori is only with her because she needs to be, by duty of her family.
“With all due respect,” Mamori starts, with no intention at all of being respectful except through lip service. “I could care less…”
Her words begin to trail off mid-sentence as she hones in on the sight of Kanoe’s explicitly visible panties. They’re perfectly white, with little bows and lace. Honestly, Mamori’s more familiar with them than she’d like to be, but seeing them in class like this makes the edge a bit more intense.
“My lady, please. Put your legs down.”
Kanoe’s expression barely budges, except for the suggestive lilt of her eyelids; the way her eyelashes flutter as she takes in Mamori’s expression. Her face feels a little hotter than it did before. Is she… blushing? No, no, no, Mamori thinks, frantic, if she catches me, she won’t leave it alone!
“Come here, Mamori,” Kanoe tells her.
Damn obligation. Kanoe’s words are practically absolute. Mamori inches closer to where Kanoe’s sitting down, looking down at her with an inscrutable expression. It briefly reminds her of their positions as the magical girls Shadow Gale and Pfle, since Pfle is always in a wheelchair.
Kanoe simpers up at her wordlessly, as if daring her to speak. She’s like an endlessly amused, spoiled cat batting a mouse around in her paws.
“I won’t do anything weird,” Mamori warns her. “Even if you tell me to. Not here.”
“Oh, Mamori… even that’s too much for me. Though, it is quite telling that your mind wanders to those things, even when I haven’t mentioned them a single time… What are you thinking of, even?” Kanoe laughs, covering her mouth with her hand to appear more dainty. “Here, help me up.”
…Help her up? Is that it?
“You know you can walk like this, my lady,” Mamori resigns with a huff, leaning in to usher Kanoe up. When Kanoe takes her hand, it’s silky smooth in Mamori’s rougher palm. Using her body weight to support her, Mamori pulls Kanoe out of the seat underneath her, Kanoe’s skirt fluttering back to knee-length to promptly cover up her panties. “It’s not as if you’re in your other form.”
“How risky to mention another form in the classroom,” Kanoe hums, reaching up with lithe fingers to capture Mamori’s uniform’s ribbon in her hand. Tugging her down to her height now that she’s standing on her own, Mamori has no choice but to follow the momentum of her lady’s deceptively strong lead.
Their lips meet each other’s. Mamori doesn’t pull away: not when Kanoe’s lips are so supple, and she tastes good, like tea. Mamori’s eyes threaten to close for just a second—that moment of weakness that always overtakes her, especially when they’re alone—before she pulls away, and wipes her mouth with a furiously red face.
“What the—I—I told you that I wouldn’t do anything weird!” Mamori tries to stay as quiet as possible for fear of stragglers finding them alone in the classroom. “What would you have done if somebody saw us…?!”
“If we were already taking risks, then it’s fine. It’s no different than one of our classmates inquiring about another form,” Kanoe says softly, dapping her fingers over her lips. “You seemed to enjoy it regardless, Mamori. Now then, let’s get out of here.”
“Couldn’t that have waited?” Mamori all but whines. She sounds so petulant and a bit stupid, but she can’t help herself when it comes to Kanoe’s relentless teasing of her. Plus, her heart’s racing a bit faster now and she’s irritated.
“Perhaps I wanted to take a real chance,” Kanoe tells her, seemingly both unaffected by the kiss and wildly pleased by Mamori’s miserable, beet-red expression at the same time. “So you know what it really looks like.”
“So it’s just one of your tricks, huh,” Mamori sighs, rubbing her burning cheek. Though she means to turn away from Kanoe, she can’t do it fully; glaring down at her from the corner of her eye. “I can’t stand you, my wicked lady.”
Looking back at Mamori, seemingly seeing right through her—content to know that Mamori can’t take her eyes off of her for even a second—Kanoe smiles coyly.
“I know.”
Fandom: Magical Girl Raising Project
Ship: Mamori Totoyama/Kanoe Hitokouji
Prompt: #110 - Taunt
Rating: T
Scope/Length: 1065 words
Warnings: Teenagers being slightly suggestive.
Summary: Mamori knows better than to indulge Kanoe's provocations. Unfortunately, knowing better has never stopped her before.
“My Lady. As your most loyal and only retainer, you should know how disgraceful it is when you leave yourself exposed to prying eyes. In the school, no less.”
Mamori’s voice carries more than a tinge of sarcasm as she addresses Kanoe. Kanoe, of course, is poised like a doll even in the somewhat dingy classroom chair. Her skirt’s still hiked up, of course, to show off her amazingly soft legs. Mamori’s skin isn’t that as soft as hers, and she even uses products. Kanoe barely uses any, and she still looks like she’s made from porcelain. It’s the same as her face, clear and without blemish. Even her cheeks are naturally rose-pink, gentle in the apples of her cheeks.
“Why does it bother you so much, Mamori? We’re the only two here,” Kanoe tells her with her signature smile: the one that doesn’t reach her eyes fully. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
Mamori sighs, nearly defeated already. Why does she have to stay after school with her, anyway? To talk about the digital game in that strange world inside the phone? Mamori’s stomach swims as Kanoe’s brown eyes meet hers, as if their minds have both linked up at once to say there are bigger fish to fry.
“Someone could walk in at any second, my lady. And please don’t try to act like you haven’t done this when other girls are in class… that’s why they love you so much.”
“Are you jealous?” Kanoe laughs, the sound like tinkling bells. “That someone else might get to see my thighs… or even my panties?”
What a lewd lady. Mamori’s lips, a bit chapped (because of course they are, whereas Kanoe’s are perfect—dewy, salmon-colored, and soft), press together.
“I could care less if another woman sees your panties.”
“Oh, so now it’s about another woman? Ufu. Mamori, you really are jealous.”
It’s a deliberate taunt from Kanoe’s end. She knows that Mamori isn’t jealous, doesn’t she? She can’t be. What is there to be jealous of? It’s not like she’s in love with Kanoe. All her life, Kanoe’s been a presence of irritation to her; an unbearably arrogant and smug person. Mamori is only with her because she needs to be, by duty of her family.
“With all due respect,” Mamori starts, with no intention at all of being respectful except through lip service. “I could care less…”
Her words begin to trail off mid-sentence as she hones in on the sight of Kanoe’s explicitly visible panties. They’re perfectly white, with little bows and lace. Honestly, Mamori’s more familiar with them than she’d like to be, but seeing them in class like this makes the edge a bit more intense.
“My lady, please. Put your legs down.”
Kanoe’s expression barely budges, except for the suggestive lilt of her eyelids; the way her eyelashes flutter as she takes in Mamori’s expression. Her face feels a little hotter than it did before. Is she… blushing? No, no, no, Mamori thinks, frantic, if she catches me, she won’t leave it alone!
“Come here, Mamori,” Kanoe tells her.
Damn obligation. Kanoe’s words are practically absolute. Mamori inches closer to where Kanoe’s sitting down, looking down at her with an inscrutable expression. It briefly reminds her of their positions as the magical girls Shadow Gale and Pfle, since Pfle is always in a wheelchair.
Kanoe simpers up at her wordlessly, as if daring her to speak. She’s like an endlessly amused, spoiled cat batting a mouse around in her paws.
“I won’t do anything weird,” Mamori warns her. “Even if you tell me to. Not here.”
“Oh, Mamori… even that’s too much for me. Though, it is quite telling that your mind wanders to those things, even when I haven’t mentioned them a single time… What are you thinking of, even?” Kanoe laughs, covering her mouth with her hand to appear more dainty. “Here, help me up.”
…Help her up? Is that it?
“You know you can walk like this, my lady,” Mamori resigns with a huff, leaning in to usher Kanoe up. When Kanoe takes her hand, it’s silky smooth in Mamori’s rougher palm. Using her body weight to support her, Mamori pulls Kanoe out of the seat underneath her, Kanoe’s skirt fluttering back to knee-length to promptly cover up her panties. “It’s not as if you’re in your other form.”
“How risky to mention another form in the classroom,” Kanoe hums, reaching up with lithe fingers to capture Mamori’s uniform’s ribbon in her hand. Tugging her down to her height now that she’s standing on her own, Mamori has no choice but to follow the momentum of her lady’s deceptively strong lead.
Their lips meet each other’s. Mamori doesn’t pull away: not when Kanoe’s lips are so supple, and she tastes good, like tea. Mamori’s eyes threaten to close for just a second—that moment of weakness that always overtakes her, especially when they’re alone—before she pulls away, and wipes her mouth with a furiously red face.
“What the—I—I told you that I wouldn’t do anything weird!” Mamori tries to stay as quiet as possible for fear of stragglers finding them alone in the classroom. “What would you have done if somebody saw us…?!”
“If we were already taking risks, then it’s fine. It’s no different than one of our classmates inquiring about another form,” Kanoe says softly, dapping her fingers over her lips. “You seemed to enjoy it regardless, Mamori. Now then, let’s get out of here.”
“Couldn’t that have waited?” Mamori all but whines. She sounds so petulant and a bit stupid, but she can’t help herself when it comes to Kanoe’s relentless teasing of her. Plus, her heart’s racing a bit faster now and she’s irritated.
“Perhaps I wanted to take a real chance,” Kanoe tells her, seemingly both unaffected by the kiss and wildly pleased by Mamori’s miserable, beet-red expression at the same time. “So you know what it really looks like.”
“So it’s just one of your tricks, huh,” Mamori sighs, rubbing her burning cheek. Though she means to turn away from Kanoe, she can’t do it fully; glaring down at her from the corner of her eye. “I can’t stand you, my wicked lady.”
Looking back at Mamori, seemingly seeing right through her—content to know that Mamori can’t take her eyes off of her for even a second—Kanoe smiles coyly.
“I know.”