Too Long

Watching Mariko work was always a treat, and her latest match was no exception. Just seeing her come out was a surprise, but the way she took on those two apes at once? No fear. No hesitation. Total confidence. Yeah, she had the most banging body, those thick thighs, the high-class ass, sweet from head to toe. But her most attractive quality, the thing that really sold the entire package, was that unwavering confidence. She carried herself like a queen, as if no one in the world could touch her, and it just made her all the more attractive when she was proven 100% right.

Goddamn, Kozue had missed her.

She chuckled as she watched Mariko finish up from the back, watching her make her way up on one of the many monitors in the gorilla position. This was probably the first time she’d been back here and not had on ring gear - instead, she was decked out in some tight shorts, her running sneakers, and a Nights Into Dreams t-shirt that she’d gotten as a kid, one that she surprised to find still fit like a charm. She’d never quite filled out after her teens, at least not about the waist, but the same couldn’t be said for the absolute goddess making her way up the ramp now.

Kozue bit her lip, just thinking about the last time the two of them crossed paths...and the aftermath. What came after that, she couldn’t call a real ‘relationship’, but it had the potential for one. The two of them got along well, even outside the bedroom, with Mariko’s charisma bouncing off well with all of Kozue’s craziness. They were different women in so many ways, but that made them kind of perfect. They filled each others gaps.

At least, they were, until Kozue had to leave for her ninja training. She didn’t regret that decision, but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t missed Mariko’s company, and not simply just because she’d had to take a temporary vow of celibacy while under Benikage’s tutelage. That was only, like, 50% of the reason. 60%, tops.

But now, that itch could be scratched, and she had a fun idea on how to scratch it.

Kozue waited until Mariko came through the curtain and followed behind her, staying just out of sight. Benikage’s teachings did wonders for upping her stealth stats - teaching her how to make sure the foot falls were soft, staying out of a target’s line of sight, avoiding the light sources and doing anything and everything to make her presence. She stayed close, but not too close, to her prey, making sure not to let that ‘first place ass’ of Mariko’s distract.

When the time was right, Kozue moved in for the kill. She came up from behind Mariko, stood up on her tiptoes and announced her presence with a single, heated word whispered into her lover’s ear.

”Mine.”

Do you ever get that feeling you’re being watched? Mariko felt it from the moment she stepped through the curtain to the backstage area after her match. That in and of itself wasn’t at all unusual. A pretty, sweaty woman wearing clothes that did very little to hide anything about her figure typically drew a few eyeballs. Somehow this felt different, though she couldn’t put her finger on a reason.

Quickly she shook her head, shrugging the thought off with it, then continued on her way. Mariko hadn’t been around in a while, and had just won her first match since competing...how many months ago? It was hard to even remember. But her mind rationalized her curious feeling as a side effect of spending too much time away.

For the rest of the stroll there wasn’t a single hint as to the presence of the one following her. She eventually came to a brief stop just before crossing an intersection in the hallways to allow some stagehands carrying some heavy equipment to go by first. It was right after they had passed by that a single word whispered into Mariko’s ear suddenly sent a shiver down her spine. She tensed in surprise for a second, but then grinned joyfully while turning to look at the woman, whose voice (among many, many other details) was unmistakably burned into Mariko’s memory.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

With just about anyone else, this would’ve been a terrible idea, and Kozue knew it. While she’d been gone for a while, she was willing to bet that things hadn’t gotten anymore peaceful in Tension with her absence, and sneaking up on people was still a good way to get socked hard in the mouth. She wouldn’t have tried this with even a best friend.

But whatever she and Mariko were, that label didn’t quite apply. Somehow, she knew how the woman would react to her voice. It wasn’t a gamble. And it turned out she was 100% right.

Her reward was getting to see those emerald eyes, that shining face, and that sweet smile staring back at her. It still amazed her, seeing how drop dead gorgeous Mariko was, and amazed her more still to know that a woman this fine seemed to think the same about her. So, really, there was only one way to react.

”Let me guess.” She put her arms around Mariko, moved in close, and stood on her tiptoes to put them face-to-face, forehead-to-forehead, and quite a few other body parts besides. ”This much?”

A hungry growl was the only prelude before she dove in, taking Mariko’s lips with a fiery kiss, every bit as hot and wanting as the one from the first time they’d enjoyed each other. Her arms closed in tight and leg reached around her lover’s thigh, wanting to make sure their bodies touched as much as possible.

Mariko welcomed the kiss, and the intensity of it immediately took her back to that perfect night. She hadn’t expected Kozue to be so aggressive then, especially after Mariko had been the one to win their match earlier that night. But Kozue, ever wild and unpredictable, had completely flipped the tables on Mariko in a way no one had ever quite been able to pull off before. The result had been a night filled with more bliss than the Japanese vixen had experienced in quite some time, maybe even ever.

All those memories and feelings came rushing back like a river through a broken dam while they kissed. Mariko moaned softly, at first just enjoying everything Kozue was giving her. When the leg wrapped around her, instantly her mind recalled all the other ways her lover had coiled her beautiful self around Mariko, and made her long for it again.

Mariko began to kiss back, as if initiating a playful battle of dominance with her lips and tongue. One arm reached around Kozue’s waist, and the other went to grab a handful of her “second place” ass. Then she turned, trying to pin her lover up against the wall, breaking the kiss just long enough to answer Kozue’s question from a minute ago.

“So much more.”

And then her lips went right back to Kozue’s again. Mariko was still a bit sweaty and tired from her match, the latter half of which had pleasantly surprised her and proved much more of a challenge than she anticipated. If Kozue wanted to try to reassert her dominance, Mariko likely wouldn't be able to stop her. Moments like this were where her lover’s unpredictable nature was so enticing. It felt like going up the hill of a roller coaster blindfolded, knowing the drop would eventually come, but never quite knowing when.

Kozue didn’t believe in love at first before she met Mariko, and she still didn’t...but, all the same, there was a spark here that couldn’t ignore. She’d felt it the first time they met, when she’d come out for that silly little challenge. She’d felt it in their match, which had pushed her to the limit and ultimately put her on the path to giving a damn about her career. She’d felt it when they fucked that night, dragging a dominant side out of her that she didn’t know she had. And, oh God, was she feeling it now, as the two of them smothered each other in kisses.

Mariko’s sweat might’ve bothered some, but Kozue wasn’t ‘some’. For her, it just enhanced the flavor, and it was inevitable, anyway - whenever the two of them were in close proximity, sweat and a couple other bodily fluids were a foregone conclusion. She started to break away from the kiss, wanting to say something clever, but she forgot what it was and just dove back in, full throttle. Mariko could have that effect on her.

The only pause when Mariko’s arm snaked around her and reacquainted itself with her ass. Kozue gasped, half in shock and half in pleasure, almost forgetting how electric this woman could be. But she recognized it for what it was, another challenge in the endless game they were playing. She was up for it.

”Nuh-uh.” She pushed off the wall, spun about, and shoved Mariko where she’d been leaning a moment ago, switching places in an instant. Her leg came up between her lover’s thighs, thrusting against her, and she reached back to take the arm around her waist and pin it against the wall above her lover’s head. Not the one groping her ass, though. That one could keep doing what it was doing.

”Theeeeeere we go.” She growled in Mariko’s ear, asserting some dominance. She would’ve done a little more than that, but she could see a few lookie-loos not too far away, stagehands that were enjoying a show beyond the one they were supposed to be putting on. While she had far less of a qualm with public fucking than before, she wasn’t about to bang Mariko in a hallway. She deserved better than that, and she wanted some private time to catch up, anyway.

Kozue had her ideas, though. ”You look a little rough, there.” As much as it pained her, she took a step away from Mariko, holding hands  as she went to lead her along. ”How about a trip to the infirmary?”

In the blink of an eye Mariko was turned around and shoved up against the wall, right where Kozue had been a second ago. The impact wasn’t gentle, in fact it was just rough enough Mariko would unofficially count it toward the tally of bumps she took tonight. Even still, the moment it happened, an uncontainable smile found its way onto Mariko’s features. The sudden switch of control sent her mind through a second, sweet wave of remembrance for their first heavenly night together.

When Mariko’s wrist was pinned to the wall, she felt genuinely pinned. Her match hadn’t quite taken her to the point of exhaustion, but she certainly didn’t have the strength now to turn them back around or fight out of Kozue’s grasp. But even if she could, would she have wanted to? The leg thrusting between Mariko’s thighs brought a soft moan from her lips. The domineering growl in her ear sent a tingle down her spine and through her body. And Kozue had been kind and considerate enough to allow Mariko to continue holding onto that sexy ass of hers.

She’d been too immersed in everything happening before her to even notice any of the prying eyes who had happened to look their way, and likely wouldn’t have cared even if she had noticed. That said, Mariko had no complaints about Kozue’s suggestion. “Right behind you~” she replied, giving Kozue a light smack on her sexy ass with her free hand while quickly following behind her. Mariko had a feeling that playful little spank would come with a price, but everything about her experiences with Kozue so far just made her look forward to it.

She could hardly wait to get to the infirmary.

There were, probably, a lot of reasons to not do what Kozue was about to do with Mariko in the infirmary. It had been a long while since she’d read - or pretended to read so the lawyer would stop hassling her - the AFW’s guidelines and employee practices manual, but she was fairly sure there was something in there about not fucking in designated offices. Something like that. Kozue had just come back, and rocking the boat wasn’t in her business.

But the moment Mariko slapped her ass, the iota of caring she did have about any of that mysteriously vanished. Funny how that worked.

She snapped back, a quick glance over her shoulder as they walked with a curved grin. That little slap would’ve been playful with anyone else, but with Mariko? It was a challenge. One that she was all too willing to answer, the moment she had an opportunity. Her mind was already racing with ideas…

Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to wait too long to try them out. The infirmary was only a short walk away from the gorilla position, a requirement in case of emergencies in the ring. There were three rooms dedicated for caretaking, and wouldn’t you know it, all of them were currently empty. What luck.

”In.” Kozue opened the nearest door, reached behind Mariko to get a handful of her lovely cheeks, and shoved her inside. After a quick look left and right to make sure the coast was clear, she followed her lover inside, shut the door and leaned against, blocking Mariko’s only means of escape.

Not that she would want to. But she liked the thought of having this woman trapped. Worked for the scene.

”All right.” She turned the lock with a soft click and started to work her shoes off with her toes, slipping out of them and the socks all at once. ”Look at you, Comeback Queen. You’re stepping back into the ring, too, huh?”

It was just some friendly talk. As much as Kozue did want to fuck her lover, she wanted to catch up with her friend, too. Might as well multitask.

Mariko undoubtedly would’ve gone into the room even without the “assistance” from Kozue, but she certainly had no complaints either as her lover grabbed her ass and shoved her on inside. Once in she turned and looked at Kozue, standing in front of the door and blocking the only way out, eyeing Mariko as if she had fallen into some sort of trap. Of course Mariko had no interest at all in trying to get out of here, but it did contribute quite nicely to the atmosphere.

She began to undress at the same time Kozue did, starting by peeling off her boots and setting them aside. “I was away long enough,” she said while pulling her top off, then went on to the wristbands. “There were a lot of things I missed too much to stay away. The ring, the matches, the people…” A playful grin was flashed at Kozue with that last part as Mariko began removing her skirt, leaving only her bra, panties and stockings for now.

“And what’s this I’ve been hearing about you jumping over to Tokyo?” she asked. Mariko had only heard of Kozue’s move to Friction through a dirtsheet report, and hadn’t even had a chance to ask anyone in the know if it was true. And as eager as she was to get to the main reason the two of them were in this small, locked room stripping their clothes off together, Mariko didn’t mind using this moment beforehand to satisfy her curiosity.

Kozue started off in a rush to strip as soon as humanly possible, but she had to pause midway through as Mariko did the same, stopping halfway through the act of peeling off her shirt. She had to stare as her lover started working off her top, almost forgotten how goddamn sexy this woman looked doing anything. Even when she wasn’t trying to be, she was still smoldering, and it was just a little reminder of how awesome she was and how awesome she thought Kozue. She could admit, having someone this sexy think she was sexy made her feel even sexier.

Kozue breathed deep and finished taking her shirt off, revealing the chest bindings she had on underneath. Not that they served much purpose, but Benikage had been insistent on her wearing them throughout their training, and she was too used to the feel now to switch back. ”I know what you mean, yeah. Really missed the, uh…” She smacked her lips, staring at Mariko’s legs for a moment before she found that pretty face again. “...scenery while I was away. You know.”

She started on the bindings, looping them off of her chest, before a better idea occurred - she turned around, raised her arms, and motioned for Mariko to come over and help her unwrap, a silent suggestion...or an order, if Mariko wanted to see it that. It would go a lot faster that way, and it was a good way to keep the woman close as they talked.

”Jesus fuck, word spreads fast.” She had half a laugh at that before she went on. “Been in Tension for so long, thought it might be nice to move over, ride a new lane.” She stretched out, arms high, getting a few kinks out. She was also showing off a few new scars that she’d picked up from training since they parted ways - she hoped her lover wouldn’t be too bothered by them, but it was best she see them now and not get surprised later.

”Don’t you worry, though.” Kozue undid her hair, letting it fall loose free down her back before she pulled it to the side. ”Can think of a few reasons to cycle back to Kyoto on the regular.”

Mariko couldn’t help but grin a bit at Kozue’s comment about missing the “scenery.” She’d very plainly seen where her lover had been staring, and felt pretty sure she’d been meant to see it. She went to Kozue when motioned to, and set about helping her with her wrappings while Kozue confirmed the rumors Mariko had read.

There was a small part of her that was sad to hear the news. Obviously Kozue could come to Kyoto, or Mariko to Tokyo, fairly often without issue. But with Kozue going to Friction, Mariko was now realizing there weren’t many others here in Kyoto she was particularly close to. But she quickly pushed the melancholy thought aside, deciding that was a problem she could deal with later. For now, her attention became drawn to some scars she hadn’t seen on Kozue hadn’t seen before, which she definitely would’ve remembered if they had been there then. Her instinctive reaction was to wonder for a moment if something bad had happened to her lover, and if she should be worried for her. But Kozue hadn’t given her any indication that there was anything wrong. So Mariko kissed the scar closest to her lips, then lightly traced her finger over it.

“Did they hurt?” she asked, mostly out of curiosity, but not without a small hint of concern. To Mariko, they did nothing to take away from Kozue’s beauty. If anything, they might have even added to it a bit. They didn’t frighten her. But some people wore their scars proudly like badges of honor, and others, well...didn’t. Mariko had a gut feeling with Kozue it was more likely the former, but she didn’t want to just assume either way.

Kozue’s last comment brought a small smile back to Mariko’s face. And when her lover let her hair down and pulled it to the side, Mariko kissed again, this time on the exposed side of Kozue’s neck. “Mmm, I love when you let your hair down like that~” She wasn’t sure if the hair had been moved that way specifically for her to do that or not. Either way, she was directly close to the line in terms of acting too proactively. Whether she’d gone too close or not, only Kozue would be able to say...