#gekitabe

She’s telling her all about the new Rapapa uwu

No angst this time I promise lol

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I will post this on AO3 later

Gekitabe N: The Color Green

Warnings: Some nudity and implied sex but nothing graphic

The deep green color of Gekikara’s sukajan always reminded Otabe of her childhood home in Kyoto, where she had wandered and played in the garden and among the trees. It was no surprise then, that Otabe had a fondness for the jacket and had a tendency to “borrow” it whenever Gekikara stayed over.

They were currently spending their lazy Sunday afternoon in her futon and enjoying a smoke. It wasn’t something they did often, especially with any of their friends around, but when they were alone together, they were allowed to give in to some of their vices.

They had spent the night together, which wasn’t an uncommon thing nowadays. Gekikara rested her back against the wall, cigarette in hand. Otabe could feel her eyes tracing her bare back. She was possibly observing the scratches and light bruises left over from last night.

Not that Otabe minded at all, it hadn’t been the first time since they’ve seen each other naked. It probably wouldn’t be the last. either.  

Otabe was sitting near the end of the futon. She had gotten up to put some clothes but had only gotten so far as putting on her underwear before her eyes were drawn to the glossy green jacket, that had been hastily tossed aside in their hurried frenzy last night.

She ran her fingers over the silky material of the jacket. With a gentle caress, Otabe’s fingers skimmed over the dragon design. The dragon’s eye bore into her. It’s presence stood protective over Mount Fuji. It’s teeth invited anyone to try and dare challenge it. Despite the fierce image the jacket tried to convey, the flowers at the bottom gave it a small softness to it as well. Underneath the mighty dragon, there lay something a lot more serene.  

It was meant to be intimidating (and somewhat tacky), but Otabe found it to be beautiful in it’s own way. She wrapped Gekikara’s sukajan around her shoulders.  It had a nice aroma of sweet spices and sometimes, like today, a hint of smokiness.   

Otabe turned to Gekikara, who seemed to be deep in thought. “You know, I really like your jacket. I might actually steal it for myself,” she joked, with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

Gekikara blinked out of her daze. The cigarette, that she had been holding loosely in her hand, was now held a little more tightly. She mumbled something into her cigarette. Her eyes darted away from Otabe. Her demeanour now suddenly shy. Gekikara blew out some smoke, possibly hoping it would help hide her pink cheeks. It didn’t work, but Otabe wouldn’t tell her that.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”Otabe couldn’t help but tease her. It was hard not to when she was being so bashful all of the sudden.

Gekikara seemed to shrink a little into the futon. The comforter wrapped around her half naked form like a small fluffy shield.  “…I said I like you better….without it.”

It pleased something deep in Otabe, to see the deep red blush on Gekikara’s face. It was always adorable to watch Gekikara be so emotive.

Well, she had been plenty emotive last night too, thought Otabe. But she tucked those memories away for a second. Otabe approached her and with swift movement, she was straddling Gekikara. A smirk was present on her lips. “You like me better without the jacket or without anything on at all?”

Otabe’s hands slipped Gekikara’s cigarette away from her hand. Otabe took her own slow inhale of the cigarette. The smoke wafted around them, giving a hazy atmosphere to the room.

Gekikara’s hands settled on Otabe’s hips and she ran small circles with her thumb. Her eyes had a dangerous and enticing look in them.  Gekikara took the cigarette back and snuffed it out without breaking eye contact. Her predatory smile sent shivers down Otabe’s spine. She pulled Otabe closer and pressed her mouth close to Otabe’s ear. With a low voice, she whispered, “Stop stealing my jacket.”

With a swift motion, Gekikara swept her jacket off Otabe’s shoulders and put it on her own bare body. Otabe rolled her eyes at Gekikara’s satisfied smirk. Otabe, however, was not undeterred, instead she took it all in stride. “If I don’t stop, what will you do about it, hm?”

The question prompted Gekikara’s predatory smile to return. Her sharp teeth peeked out. Dark eyes illuminated with sparks of desire.

Gekikara’s body moved forward and pinned Otabe down. Her nails dug into Otabe’s sides. Otabe didn’t object to their positions at all. She was more than interested to see where this would go. Gekikara adjusted herself and pressed their foreheads together. Her voice was raspy and deep. It was enough to make Otabe shiver again. “I don’t know. Let’s find out.”

Ever since she was a child, the color green reminded her of gardens, and trees, and home.

That part was still true, but now, when she thought of the color green, she imagined a tangle of dark hair, smoky kisses, and the aroma of sweet spices.

Its yet another kitten.

“Geki…”