A Date with Confession [for Daaharu]

”Hey, it’s a challenging clothes life with these sometimes!”, Mikayla retorted to her friend, as she gestured to her own hips. ”Finding jeans can be like a needle in a haystack! I’m just…cautious.” And good grief was it the truth. Everyone was assumed to either be tall or short…if they were tall they were apparently super skinny, and if they were short they were apparently supposed to be on the thicker side. Being of just a little above average height and cursed/blessed with her hips and legs had proven difficult in the last three or four years.

But that was the least of her concerns, as having her foot in her mouth was a bigger problem than the ages-old jeans problem women faced. Mikayla’s eyes averted Fallon’s as soon as she said it, as she immediately became super interested in a nearby rack filled with nothing at all interesting, and she missed Fallon’s face reddening again. All she could tell was that her friend had taken it in her usual boisterous way and did not seem to be affected by it… That was…good? Maybe? That or it meant it sounded like such a ridiculous idea that Fallon was just internally laughing it off. That might have been bad for Mikayla’s, uh… feelings.

To save face, she giggled in harmony with Fallon as the Californian popped her in the arm. At least she was saved for the time being. Again. This was getting to be absurd romance novel inner monologue material or something… at least, that’s what it seemed would be in the first hundred pages of romance novels. ”Noooot what I meant!”, she said, but it was all she offered. Best not to dwell on it.

And her escape was imminent, it seemed, as she scooted along behind Fallon towards the front of the store so they could pay. ”Oooh you know I’m not going to skip shopping for shoes. Even if we don’t buy any, just looking at them is awesome…” Probably looking at the really expensive ones and looking forward to the day where her salary caught up and she could afford any of them she wanted.

Glad to see Fallon stop and check herself out in a mirror, both because she wanted her friend to like the hat and because it meant she could sneak her way into paying first and conceal the particular gift still hidden in her arm, the blonde scooted a little faster and pushed the pile across the counter, making sure that she put the panties on the top so the woman would grab them first and stuff them in the bag. Though Mikayla sweated a bit as she dug for money, eying the woman as she handled the panties (and, if Mikayla caught her right, snickering as she read the writing on the butt), she was glad when they almost immediately disappeared, followed by a couple of shirts, before Fallon could make it over. The blonde found herself a little jittery again, and had to calm her nervous fingers down before she produced the pay as things rang up.

She was gonna be a mess when they got to Fallon’s place. Oh joy.

Fallon could definitely understand Mikayla's pain when it came to trying to find clothes that fit her just right. Her hips were pretty toned, too, albeit not quite like her friend's, and the fact that every woman of every height seemed to be slotted into a predetermined size never boded well for Fallon's shopping efforts. And here in Japan, with the national average height being considerably shorter than in the United States, those efforts became even more complicated. Fallon was glad there were stores like this one which catered both to native Japanese women and foreign tourists and immigrants, but even then, the pickings were sometimes very slim.

Mikayla's eyes didn't really meet Fallon's as Fallon joked about what Mikayla might have been suggesting when she claimed Fallon would "sleep with her to death." She did laugh about it with Fallon, but Fallon couldn't tell what kind of laugh it was. Was Mikayla thinking the same thing that she was? Or did she think the idea was ridiculous? Or was there something wrong that she just wasn't willing to share with Fallon yet? The Californian didn't know, but, so long as they were still having fun and Mikayla was still happy to go along with Fallon's ideas, Fallon decided that she would continue to do what she thought would be the most fun for the both of them, and save any considerations for later in the night for...well, later.

Fallon touched the brim of the hat, turned it up and to the side slightly, then made a pouty face with her lips and scrunched up her forehead. She put a fist up and pretended to be some thug in an old Eighties movie. Then she turned and hopped over into line behind Mikayla, giving the blonde a playful slug on her shoulder. "Hey, punk!" Fallon would say, before giving in to a wild bout of giggling. "I seriously do feel pretty cool in this hat, you know! It's awesome. But I should let you pay for it, right?" Almost reluctantly, Fallon would pick it from her head and plop it down on top of the dwindling pile of clothes Mikayla had in her arm. "So now, we'll go shoe-hunting, then we'll go back to my place and do some modeling! We'll see if we've got some complete outfits between the stuff from here and the shoes!"

Partially glad she didn't shatter from nerves when Fallon trotted up and socked her in the shoulder, the blonde sucked in a breath and raised an amused eyebrow at her friend. Even before Fallon could say anything about the hat, Mikayla remembered, both eyebrows raising in realization. "Ahhh dang it that's right!", she piped out, shaking her head as Fallon placed it on the last couple of shirts about to go into the bag and further bury the embarrassing gift. "But you were having such a good time admiring yourself in it I didn't want to interrupt you." She grinned proudly at her selection of hats, before sticking her money out to the lady behind the counter to pay for the gifts. Good price, too.

As she took the bag handed to her and pressed it into her side, she gave the Californian a nod in glee. "Shoooooes... shoooes," was all she said in response, like a shoes zombie. "I'm scarier when I'm around shoes than I am when I get tickled, Fal." She feigned seriousness - as it turned out, getting away with her sneaky purchase made her a little giddy. "I might just buy them all..." With that said, quietly, she lowered her eyes to the floor and slipped back a couple of steps, giving Fallon room to pay.

Fallon laughed and stuck her tongue out at Mikayla when her blonde friend almost forgot that she had to pay for the hat. Fallon would have just worn the hat out, but she could not do that without briefly taking it off to let Mikayla pay for it. Once it had been paid for and was in Mikayla's bag, Fallon had designs on slipping it back out once they had left the store. "You know, you could stop and admire me, too! Just sit back, relax, and drink all of this in!" Fallon would wink and wave her hands around her body, by necessity focusing on her boobs and the lower part of her face. She almost dropped the clothes she had picked out for Mikayla, however, as they began to slip backwards between her arm and her body. Quickly, with a short yelp, Fallon would swing her body around and back into the counter to let the clothing plop down in front of the girl who was ringing them up, who would look at Fallon with a bemused grin before she started gathering up the clothes and putting them in a new bag.

Not wanting to let Mikayla see some of the special surprises that she had in store for her when she tried them on back at Fallon's house, the Californian would stay turned towards her friend and slide to the side slightly, interposing herself between the clothes and the blonde in order to keep her from seeing anything. Meanwhile, with the way Mikayla talked about shoes, it sounded like they were in for another crazy time. "Oooh, well, I love me some shoes, too. But I guess I've gotta be careful if you go crazy, or else you'll be kicking me through walls or something, I guess!" She would pause and think about shoes for a second. "But if I've got some new shoes, too, I can probably dodge away from you! Leave those legs without anything to kick!"

”Hey! Be patient! That’s what the modeling’s for. Can’t spoil it all noooow,” Mikayla replied to her friend, nodding in confirmation of her own words. The thing was, once they did get back to Fallon’s place, Mikayla was going to have to sit back and drink all of it in, both because she was expected to, and, well, she wanted to. She supposed that was the time to do this thing, wasn’t it? Yeah… probably. Or would that ruin the fun of the modeling, and get Fallon put-off, and make it so Fallon wanted her to leave, and… Mikayla hated worrying more than anything, but this situation definitely had her doing it. She just had to let this out. It wasn’t like it was wei- well it might have been a little. Not everyone got turned on by someone sitting on them to win a match. But uh… she didn’t have to necessarily mention that part, right? Or would she blurt it out?

Okay, girls were way too complicated. She admitted it.

Fortunately, talk of shoes kept her from getting all down and distraught again. Apparently not all that taken aback by Mikayla’s obviously fearsome rant about shoes, Fallon commented, leading the blonde to peer back up at her and shrug. ”I dunno about all that, but don’t be totally surprised if I crawl up onto your head to get to a pair I really like. It may have happened before.” Okay, not that extreme, but she had gotten her brother to boost her up to the last box in her size in a shoe store once… Alright, twice. ”No kicking, just really really really grabby hands. Or I guess feet in this case…”

Clicking her heels lightly in a poor display of her patience while Fallon wrapped up her purchase, the blonde finally pointed at the door when her friend finished up. ”Lead the way!”

"Fiiiiine! But you are gonna have to admire me like crazy to make up for this!" Fallon would whine in a very good approximation of a real whine. She had plenty of experience doing it, and she was a pretty darn good actress, if she did say so herself. Of course, she had a really strong desire to have Mikayla admire her, and she was hoping to see a glow in Mikayla's eyes when she saw the clothes she had picked out on Fallon. Fallon was not only excited to admire Mikayla, too, but hoped powerfully that Mikayla would enjoy the clothing that Fallon had picked out for her.

Mikayla explained a little more about how she acted around shoes. It sounded like she just turned into an obsessive little crazy person, and it amused Fallon as the two of them walked out of this store and towards the next. "Well, I've got plenty of strength to lift you, so just say the word, girlie! We can save the crawling up on my head and the really, really, really grabby hands for later!" Fallon snickered and wrapped an arm around Mikayla's shoulders as she guided their combined walking path in a leftwardly direction.

"Hey, lemme see that hat again! I want to keep wearing it for the rest of the night!"

"Hey, you work these clothes like you worked it on the beaches back home, and I bet I won't be able to stop admiring you!"

These were comments that Mikayla would have told to any girl friend that she was close with when she had been back home; there would not have been any romantic intent behind any of them, only the intimate affection and admiration that women tended to share more openly than guy friends. When she said them to Fallon though, despite all of her attempts to hear her own words as simple compliments, they sounded more like... aggressive flirtation. Fallon did not appear to take them that way, though. Then again, Mikayla had thought a bunch of Fallon's comments in the gym the first day they met and in the ring during their match sounded like flirtation, too.

Ironically, as they trotted outside side-by-side, Fallon made another one of those flirtatious-sounding comments. Mikayla swallowed, but at risk of appearing uncomfortable, she slipped her arm around Fallon's back as they linked to walk down the street. This... confession that Mikayla wanted to make. It had to be something Fallon was comfortable with, didn't it? Fallon was freely talking about Mikayla's having grabby hands for her later. But it was so casually said-

Fallon broke her from her thoughts, and Mikayla found herself staring at their feet. Smoothly, she drew in the arm around Fallon to pluck the cap out of her bag and again lower it onto Fallon's head with a smile. "I'm glad you like it! It was one of the last things I picked up, randomly." She could not make that same excuse for the panties.

After Fallon grabbed the hat again and put it back on her head, she pushed her lips out to do a sort of pouty face again and then nodded, tipping her head to the side and then rolling it so that as she turned and gave Mikayla a look she would appear as cool as possible. She would try to keep a straight face initially, though she would then let a smile spread across her face, probably faster than she originally intended, and so she looked less cool and suave and more like an eager little kid, or something like that. "You know it, girlfriend! I could show you my bikinis from back home, too, y'know. Maybe we should go to the beach sometime! This hat can probably shield me from the sun, too!" She grinned and squeezed the blonde's shoulder, leaning in close, and accidentally hitting Mikayla's head with the brim of her new hat.

"That way I can see your cute little booty in a bikini, too! Heh heh heh!" Fallon would add, upping the flirty ante with a devious little giggle as she pressed herself into Mikayla's side. She was still afraid of getting too flirty and scaring Mikayla off—as much as Fallon kept telling herself that Mikayla had to be into it the same way she was, she still felt some sort of hesitation from Mikayla, and Fallon was fearful that whatever that hesitation was about would turn out to mean that Mikayla wasn't into her that way.

As disappointed as Fallon would be, she would still be okay with that. As much as she wanted to love Mikayla, she could accept just being the blonde's friend. But if she came on too strong, she might lose even that chance. So Fallon was playing it cool. She was hoping that Mikayla would give her a clearer signal before she dove right into the beautiful blonde.

They didn't have to walk far to find the shoe store. In fact, it was one of three different stores in this shopping district for which selling shoes was a primary focus, with each having a different aesthetic or driving concept. Fallon liked this one the best, because their selection was diverse and most of their options were stylish but a little offbeat, which had always matched Fallon's style and which she was sure matched the lovely Mikki's style, too. They walked past a big window full of shoes for display, practically stacked on top of each other, before Fallon would give Mikayla's shoulder another squeeze and walk sideways through the door so that she didn't have to let go of her friend. Inside, the store had a slightly darker, plain aesthetic to its dark grey and black-checkered carpet and its grey shelving, but the shoes themselves were very diverse, with many, even most, of them exploding in bright colors right off of the shelf. Posters of girls running and dancing in the shoes were pasted at regular intervals along the walls between taller racks of shoes which went up all the way to the ceiling. A funky electronic dance number played at a slightly louder volume than one might expect, giving the store an upbeat tempo which Fallon instantly jived with.

Even if Mikayla screwed up everything else she did tonight, she could be content that Fallon was enjoying the cap that the blonde had bought her. Her friend was evidently going for being the baddest chick in the neighborhood with the way she wore it. She missed the mark in the most endearing way, and Mikayla snickered. This was probably not the time to tell her that she was really cute in it. But she was really cute in it. It managed to bring out more of the color in her already pretty eyes - eyes that Mikayla gazed into for a few seconds, until she got a good bop in the nose from the brim of the hat when Fallon leaned against her. Mikayla scrunched up her nose.

"You should show me those! Everyone in California gets to see them and your new best friend doesn't? Thaaat can't be right," Mikayla chimed, in response to all she had mostly heard from Fallon in the midst of her staring. She immediately wondered if it was bad form to be so eager about Fallon in a bikini. Too late to take it back now. It was probably fine... "You know, we didn't really have any access to the beach in Minnesota... not a real beach, anyway. We pretty much have a lifetime of beach trips to make up for as long as we're both in Japan, soooo let's get on that." Of course, Mikayla had been to the beach, but as someone who loved water as much as a mermaid, her trips had been too infrequent. Needless to say, she was not about to say no if Fallon wanted to make a trip there sometime, whatever Mikayla had on her schedule.

Fallon continued on the notion of the beach, and Mikayla again found herself... unsure of the motivation behind the Californian's words. The way she giggled and squeezed Mikayla in the side... Mikayla felt like she would turn into jelly in front of Fallon's eyes from how she felt, not knowing Fallon's intent. Mikayla didn't know how things worked around AFW; almost everyone employed for Friction was female. Maybe all the fighters were this flirtatious because it was like a big sorority. And Fallon considered Mikayla a... very close sorority sister? ...

That was a more stupid explanation than any of the rest.

Again, Mikayla opted to deflect, peering over her shoulder to glance at her butt. "Cute, maybe! Little? Eeeeeh." There was a great deal of truth to the comment, nonetheless. Mikayla had never been deluded enough to think she sported a little booty. People did seem to like it, but not because it was small, that was for sure.

All of Mikayla's concerns were at least temporarily forgot about her crisis of attraction when the shoe store came into view. Everything would be fine, wouldn't it? They would have a good time shopping for shoes together, and then they could have private time to talk when they got back to Fallon's place. Calm, breathe. A few minutes more.

She stared longingly into the window they passed, but as they, still linked, stepped into the store, Mikayla realized she need not long. The store was filled with enough shoes to be considered a warehouse, really; Mikayla barely noticed anything about the store other than the racks in front of her, where her search began. "Ooooh Fallon... you know what Mikayla likes."

It sounded like Mikayla was interested in seeing Fallon's swimsuit collection, and so Fallon made a mental note to show at least part of it off to her whenever the opportunity presented itself. The brunette had quite a collection, from some more conservative one-pieces to some sporty bikinis with boyshorts for bottoms...all the way through to the sort of swimwear that she had once worn in the wrestling ring, which barely covered anything at all, top or bottom. "Then, like, next time we get together, we're going to the beach! I could totally go for some fun in the sun!" Fallon would declare.

When Mikayla responded to Fallon's booty comment, the Californian was actually surprised by the way in which Mikayla responded. It seemed that she wanted some proper respect for her butt, and so Fallon would be sure to give it to her. She giggled and then made a faux-scoffing sound. "Psssh, sorry! I guess I should've been more, like, sensitive, 'cause I wouldn't want my butt to be called 'little,' either," she would say. As they entered the store and Mikayla walked towards the nearest shelf, Fallon would get behind her and make a grab for both of the blonde's butt cheeks, squeezing one in each hand really quick before she pulled away and jumped to a safe distance.

"I meant your big, round, firm, sexy booty!" Fallon would laud. "Gotta give your glutes the credit they deserve!"

Fallon would let her blonde friend go and recover from that quick little groping, to head further into the store. The brunette paused for a moment, then followed a couple of paces behind Mikayla. Unlike in the last store, she would stick close to the blonde to watch her as she shopped. "If you see any you like, let me buy them for you!" Looking over to the side, a pair of retro pink and white tennis shoes caught Fallon's eye. "And maybe you could buy me some, too..."