A Date with Confession [for Daaharu]

For the first time in her life, Mikayla was at a loss for how to express herself to another human being.

She stood at the foot of Fallon's apartment building, hands clasped at her stomach and fidgeting with her purse, which, according to Fallon, was going to be opened plenty tonight to pay for the date she had won in their match. Fallon had mentioned to her on the phone that they would be going to a nice restaurant, though not exactly one where a girl had to pull out her evening gown and expensive jewelry. Still wanting to look nice, since it technically was a date and...well, she did want to impress Fallon, Mikayla had opted for a comfortable, metallic gold dress fit for a "girls' night out" situation and a pair of strappy silver heels that matched her nail polish. Knowing Fallon liked her legs so much had compelled her, a bit self-consciously despite her usual confidence, to make sure the dress she picked out showed as much of her legs as possible, falling only to her upper thigh. She had thought, and it was probably silly, that the way she dressed for the date could say more to Fallon than the words that Mikayla was having trouble deciding on. Frankly, she didn't know what to say to Fallon at all, and it all stemmed from their match a few nights before and how Mikayla had felt in the aftermath.

The night after the match, Mikayla hadn't had any problem with a wandering mind. She had been so exhausted from the match and from being knocked out once and nearly knocked out two more times that she had slept like a baby until well on in the afternoon of the next day. The next night, and to a lesser extent, every night since, had been a different story. Over the course of the following day, Mikayla had thought back on the match time and time again, partially because it had been so exciting and was worth remembering for the rest of her life and partially because...well, because of what had happened at the end of the match. During the day, she had been distracted enough that, every time she had felt that unexpected craving, it had rapidly slipped away. That night, when it had just been Mikayla and her dark bedroom, she had ended up lying on her back, sweating, and rolling as she replayed Fallon sitting on her face again and again in her head and as her body reacted the same way it had when Mikayla had been underneath her friend at the time.

She didn't understand it, because she had never had...feelings for a woman before or, so far as she had analyzed the women around her, been attracted to one. It wasn't so much that Mikayla could not understand how she could possibly be so into Fallon that she was lying awake at night; just because she had spent most of her life dating guys didn't mean she couldn't set her eyes on an amazing woman. It was just...why...was it that the thought of Fallon literally using her face as a chair for her ass turned Mikayla on so much? Even thinking about it in that way now as she waited for Fallon, the blonde had to shift and clear her throat not to become heated from even the mention. But she had been shoved nose-deep into Fallon's rear end, something that she didn't see herself ever enjoying, and it had set her on fire. And she'd had similar reactions when Fallon had put her in different holds that had left her completely helpless. Was she just that obsessed with Fallon dominating her with her toned body?

And if that really was the case, how the heck did she explain that to Fallon?

She knew that she had to at some point during their date, but she had no idea how, and that was driving her crazy. And she wasn't going to have any more time to decide... She spotted Fallon coming out of the building, and after pursing her lips nervously for a moment, she threw her hand up to wave her friend over.

Whatever Mikayla ended up saying to Fallon tonight, she wasn't going to betray it at the very beginning of their date. With her usual rustic charms, she called back to the brunette with a big smile on her face. "Hey! Hurry it up, I've got money to spend on you!" Mikayla didn't mind one bit opening her purse for Fallon, since she had won their match fair and square and she probably would have done it to treat her friend to something nice after her victory, anyway. In fact, the date itself, she was looking forward to. They would have an amazing time, as similar as they were. It was just this weight on Mikayla's mind that put a damper on anything.

That Fallon looked gorgeous as she walked up in her striking dress and heels did not exactly help the situation, Mikayla swallowing a bit heavily as she studied the brunette from head to toe. She again made a quick recovery, smiling brightly as the two of them embraced. Again, she had to cast any intruding memories from her mind before they pulled back from one another. This was going to be complete torture if it kept distracting her...but, she let herself get lost in rambling. That always seemed to work, and she could ramble for days. "Thank you!" She gave a little twirl in place, posing with a toe poised coyly once she turned back around, to let Fallon see her dress. "You look amazing, too. You gotta show me where you got those heels..." She did really...really love the heels, but then, she loved most heels. "But yeah, it's going great! Feeling a little recovered from you wearing me out the other night," she said, with a wink. With the generous use of makeup, she had made sure to get rid of any circles under her eyes from the dozen or so hours of sleep she had lost. She held up her purse. "As long as you don't want me to buy you a yacht, I should have enough to keep us all covered."

She wondered briefly, since Fallon seemed so at ease and casual, if her friend had even thought about the way they had ended the match the other night. Maybe, to her, sitting on another woman's face was commonplace, especially in a wrestling match. She had no way of knowing how Mikayla had felt, considering the blonde had been able to do nothing but moan and squeeze at her friend's thighs before passing out. It made Mikayla wonder more if she should even bring it up... To Fallon, it could have just been another match, even if it had seemed like Fallon had been flirting with her ever since they had met. Too many things to think about...

So she put them aside, and motioned her head towards the roadside. "So I, uh, called about the limo, but the guy only spoke Japanese and it didn't...go well. And then I found out that, in Japan, they have some really neat car-thing that isn't like a limo we have in the States, but it's still...sort of a limo?" She grinned expectantly, pointing towards a black car nearby, keeping the company of a Japanese woman in a suit. "So that's what we ended up with....and I thought it was really cute. And cool."

Mikayla only grinned like she understood completely when Fallon mentioned sleeping like a baby for the past few nights. It was clear that she wasn't having the same problem with wandering thoughts keeping her up until all hours, or if she was, she was not exactly admitting to it, the same as Mikayla. Of course, Fallon had been the one on top at the end of their match... Mikayla couldn't be sure if the one sitting got as much of a, uh, vivid experience as the person who acted as the seat. Urgh...she needed to stop thinking of herself as the seat. Her body was going to go crazy, and she was barely overcoming how distracted she was already.

Fortunately, they were ready to get moving on the date, and Mikayla wouldn't have to worry about being alone with her own thoughts while they were on their way to whatever restaurant Fallon had picked out to burn her money. She would enjoy the night, even as much as was on her mind.

"Yeah, I'm sure you've got plenty of ideas on how to use our time, and my money, that'll be better than us just standing on a sidewalk," she teased, lightly. Accepting Fallon's arm as her friend slipped it into hers, the blonde trotted along to their chorus of clicking heels towards the car, and the driver stepped over and opened the door with the warm greeting that Mikayla had come to greatly appreciate from most strangers during her time in Tokyo. As the pair of them slipped into the back seat, Mikayla slid across and straightened out her dress as she settled into the seat. She set her violet eyes on her friend, instantly digging for some small talk. "Hey! What kind of music do you like? I don't think I got the chance to ask you yet." Her fingers moved to the expansive sound system set before them and fiddled with the dial.

Mikayla feigned a look of defeat when Fallon told her what was going to happen to her rookie signing bonus. "Okay, fine! But when I've got no money for rent and have to live in a cardboard box somewhere, you're not gonna hear the end of it, I'm telling you!", she teased, poking a finger into Fallon's shoulder. Admittedly, the signing bonus was really really good, so unless Fallon really did want that yacht that Mikayla had mentioned, she could probably buy Fallon half of Tokyo tonight... not that she would tell Fallon that. She would just have to be happy with whatever restaurant it was that she had already picked out! "I believe you! I just better be able to get my steak and shrimp." She winked again as they slid into the back seat, Mikayla swallowing again just slightly when she felt Fallon's hips against her own. Oh...right, the limo brought them awfully close...and Fallon really smelled good.

Mikayla bode her time fidgeting with the little TV and radio between the seats as Fallon explained to the driver where they were going, which gave her entirely too much time to get back to thinking on how she was going to tell Fallon about her last few nights. Blabbering about something like that in the limo didn't seem the thing to do, even if the front seat and the back seat could be separated. It sounded like it was going to have to be at the restaurant then...or maybe after they'd done the whole outing and got back. As Mikayla considered the best bet, she found herself staring at Fallon leaned up in the seat to talk to the driver, taking in her friend's body looking absolutely killer in her little dress. Her eyes quickly darted to her own feet.

Thankfully, she recovered when Fallon turned back to talk about the music thing. Mikayla nodded along until Fallon returned the question. "Yeah, I've been trying more of the J-Pop and K-Pop stuff lately too, for obvious reasons." She smiled and shrugged. "But I've always been mostly into rock and bits and pieces of everything else when it's just to good not to like or good to dance to. And, uh...video game soundtracks?" At the mention, her mouth spread into a cheeky grin. "I like my video games."

"Yeah, I'll bring my cardboard box, and I'll make sure it's big enough to fit your bed in it so I can claim it as my property!", Mikayla continued to tease, when Fallon mentioned that she could come stay with her. The mention of it did get Mikayla thinking... maybe... if she could ever talk to Fallon about how the other night had made her feel, and if she wasn't crazy about how Fallon was after her a little bit, too, maybe they could room together sometime and Mikayla wouldn't have to feel like she was wasting away in her own apartment sometimes with only her family to talk to over Skype when she wasn't out at AFW headquarters. That was getting way ahead of the game... but even that little thought felt like a fantasy that gave her a strange warmth. What the heck was going on with her feelings these days?

Mikayla made a fake retching sound when Fallon said that the restaurant had nothing but pickled fish. That would have been absolutely horrible... "Okay, no, seafood is one thing. Pickled fish is something else completely, and I..." Her thoughts were kicked off the rails when Fallon shifted as she was talking to the driver, her ass now poised towards Mikayla's face and looking...absolutely...mouthwateri-

No, no. She shot her eyes away, to her own legs. Don't get too crazy, Mikayla. Telling her that you were wildly attracted to her when you were half-passed out is one thing... having a need for her to sit on your face in the back of a limo is another... In all honesty, Mikayla thought it might have just come across as weird that she had liked what Fallon had done to her to begin with, since it had never been something she even thought about previously in life, especially considering her few intimate experiences had been with guys. Was it even a weird thing to like? Probably not too weird...but initiating it in the back of a limo? Maybe a little odd, and while she was already immensely fond of Fallon, she didn't exactly know her friend's feelings on the matter.

Fortunately, their small talk resumed, providing Mikayla some much-welcome relief. And at the mention of Fallon's Wii, her face lit up. "Ooooh man...I love my Wii. I had to leave it back in Minnesota when I went to college, so I still don't have it! My family's trying to ship all my stuff here, but it's...slow." And, if it was possible, her face lit up even more when Fallon said they would need to play it sometime. "Oh my gosh, really? You are pretty much my hero for offering that. I need a Wii fix." She made the "I'm watching you gesture" in the space between their eyes, as she fixed hers competitively on Fallon's. "But I'm warning you, I'm gonna kick your butt with some Mario Kart, Fal." She was unable to hold her sinister look, and she broke into laughing, poking the brunette in the side.