#meariri

Is Mary and Ririka a good duo ?

When Mary exited her last lesson, she somehow looked even more unstrung than she had at lunch time, and Riri knew she had made a good choice in skipping some of her class that afternoon. 

Silently, Riri whisked Mary off towards her dorm room. Initially, Mary followed quietly, knowing her girlfriend enough by now to understand that Riri had something planned. Or just really wanted her somewhere else. That had also become a standard routine for the two of them now. It didn't take long for Mary to start talking, though. Never one to keep quiet, especially when she was in a bad mood. 

“Where are we going, Riri? Cause like I've got a whole ass essay due tomorrow for my psych class and today has just been shit. And on top of all the bullshit this school heaps on top of us with the ‘high academic expectations, ’ now I've gotta gamble some so I don’t lose my place on student council due to inactivity alone. Chad has overtaken me on the leaderboard! Chad! Did you see that? I can't believe that useless manwhore somehow managed to gamble enough panties off enough women to beat me on the leaderboard.” Mary’s rambling continued, and Riri listened to each word, not commenting, knowing that's not what Mary needed right now. Instead, Riri led Mary back to her dorm, through the winding halls, glaring at anybody who dared to encroach on their space. The girl's hands hung suspended between them. 

When they arrived at Riri’s room, the girl paused to pick up the package of hair before opening the door and pulling Mary in quickly. A soft Woosh of air passed out of Mary’s lips at the sudden movement, cutting off her ranting. Riri smiled slightly before closing the door and shoving Mary against it, pinning her hands above her head with one hand and pulling her mask down her face with the other. 

Mary’s eyes flared at the surprise before realisation settled and a moan slipped out. The noise travelled down Riri’s spine to her centre, and she knew she had to make this a quick kiss or they would be distracted for the rest of the night. 

Pressing her knee between Mary’s legs, Riri planted soft kisses along Mary’s neck. Nibbling and sucking her way up, she heard Mary’s soft pleading moans and felt her begin to rock against Riri’s thigh. Pressed up against the wall, trapped, there wasn't much Mary could do but enjoy the moment. She was soaked already, and Mary no longer cared in that moment about the disaster of a day she had had.

The impromptu makeout session ended much too quickly for either girl, but there were more pressing things to do. Stepping back from Mary, Riri picked up the box she had dropped while kidding Mary and led Mary over to her bed. 

Suddenly nervous, Riri pulled her mask back up her face, covering her mouth and nose again. Mary, knowing Riri’s tells, looks at her questioningly. Riri simply holds the box out towards Mary and pats the bed next to her. 

Crossing the room, Mary takes the offered box and sits down to open it. Lifting the lid, she gasps in shock, glancing up at Riri.

“Whe- Why- I mean- How-“ Mary, for once, struggles wth her words, no biting quip to jab back at the person, no smooth flirty response, no angered ranting, not even her endless list of questions. Inside her heart dissolves at the care and love that's silently communicated in this gift. It was clear Riri had listened and taken her time to source good-quality braiding hair and tools. 

Michael: They had a fight.

Kira: Then why are they holding hands?