II. Spark
Note: To make up for last chapter's lack of sex, there's a lot of it this chapter. Enjoy, and I look forward to any feedback!
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Rachel quickly made her way across campus, not paying much attention to the world around her.
Her lack of awareness, as it would turn out, would cost her.
She passed by the large gymnasium building, briefly wondering if Ai was out of her class yet before continuing on.
Unfortunately, while she didn't notice anything around the building, a redhead in a cheerleader uniform certainly noticed her.
Sneering, the cheerleader, Annabelle, stalked towards the oblivious blonde.
When she caught sight of her out of the corner of her eye, Rachel stopped and spun to face her.
Some people couldn't be trusted at a person's back, and to Rachel, the cheerleader was definitely one of those people.
Memories resurfaced, and she fought hard against letting her glare form.
"'Sup, freakshow?"
Rachel silently stood while Annabelle took in her appearance, a sneer curving her lips at the sight of her makeup and clothes.
For some reason, Rachel found it far more annoying coming from the redhead than her classmates.
Her black and silver stood in vast contrast to the bright pink the cheerleader wore.
Where a small, black ankh rested in Rachel's left ear, Annabelle's ears were adorned with a golden ring and cubic zirconia stud each, the jewelry glinting in the sunlight.
For a brief moment, Rachel's mind wandered over the differences between her and her squad mate.
While Ai was shorter, she held herself with much more confidence.
While she could admit, if only to herself, that Annabelle was attractive with her toned muscles and fiery hair that matched her personality, her brain focused on something that, at least to her, was important.
Even in the short,
very
flattering uniform, she felt nowhere near the attraction as she did when seeing Ai, period.
Shaking her head to clear away this newest random train of thought, she focused on the angry brown eyes focused on her instead.
Turning on her heels, she ignored the creeping feeling along her spine and forced herself to walk away, wondering why she'd stopped in the first place.
Staring at the Goth's back, Annabelle's anger flared as she, too, had memories brought to the surface by the blonde's presence.
"So how
did
you come here, anyway?" she asked in a bellowing voice.
When Rachel continued ignoring her, the redhead gave a huff and rushed to get in front of her.
"It's a serious question, King. How the hell do you afford coming here? I didn't take you as a charity case, and it's been a question I've had since I first saw you here. This place is
way
out of your class," she mocked.
Rachel's eyes narrowed in response, a pulse of anger running through her.
Taking a deep breath, she forced it down and went to walk once more.
Annabelle wasn't allowing it, and moved in her path after the first few steps she managed to take.
"If you don't answer, I can only go with what my brain comes up with."
Rachel laughed at that before she could stop the sound's escape.
"You're under the impression I care. I assure you I don't, any more than back home. Look at me quaking in fear of what you can imagine," she mocked.
Annabelle's eyes narrowed to slits at that, her hands clenching to fists at her side.
"Are you calling me
stupid
?" she hissed.
Rachel's smirk disappeared, and her own eyes narrowed.
"No, I'm calling you unimaginative. It's a pitfall of programmers, at least in my experience, but it's not necessarily a bad thing."
Annabelle's ire lessened some at that.
"Did you want something, or can I go?" Rachel continued.
And it was back, Annabelle's glare returning full-force at the blonde's tone.
"You think I'm unimaginative? How 'bout
this
for imagination? I'm thinking I'll spread the word that you got your tuition five dollars at a time back home. It might not stick, but there'll be at least a few asses that harass you over it. Maybe even the prez'll catch wind of it."
Rachel raised an eyebrow at that, what little mirth she had vanishing in an instant.
"I'm into women," she pointed out.
"And quiet about it. Aiko probably doesn't even know, and you
live
with her. At the very least, having to explain you're a lez to every person that propositions you will get old really fast, I imagine. Maybe it could even get you expelled, if someone important hears about it and doesn't want the school associated with prostitutes."
Neither woman noticed Ai leaving the gym.
She, on the other hand, immediately noticed them, and more importantly the fight that looked ready to break out between them.
She stormed towards them while they remained oblivious.
"That
is
imaginative. Incredibly stupid, since I'd know it was you and would be able to sue you if any damages came from it, but imaginative," Rachel admits.
"Are you new to the rumor mill? By the time it spread out, nobody'd have a clue where it started," the cheerleader mocked.
Rachel's heart skipped a beat, bad memories rising forcefully from her mind to flash before her vision.
She was about to play it off when she suddenly noticed Ai, who looked
pissed
.
For a very brief moment, she thought her glare was focused on her.
Then Ai reached them, and put her back protectively between herself and Annabelle.
"Hey, Belle. What's going on?" she asked.
To Annabelle, her voice was the same as usual, a strange mix of energetic and bored.
Rachel, though, stared at her back at the surprising anger she heard.
"I spotted a freak and was giving it directions back to its cage," Annabelle responded without missing a beat.
Rachel's expression darkened, and she opened her mouth to air her own anger.
Before she could speak, though, Ai chuckled.
"Uh, Belle, I don't think you should be making jokes about people in cages, given your extracurricular activities," Ai laughed.
Rachel's mind wandered, and she suddenly found herself imagining Annabelle dancing in a cage.
It certainly wasn't something she found hard to believe.
A snort left her at the red glow to Annabelle's face, earning her a look that made her skin crawl.
"Screw you," she snarled at Ai.
Unable to help herself, Rachel let her thought out before she could fully wonder on the consequences of poking the hornet's nest that was Annabelle Vaughn.
"So if I got here on five dollars at a time, what's that say about your measly ones?" she quipped.
Something in the cheerleader's expression killed any amusement to be found in her witty retort, and she again felt what people described as someone walking over her grave.
Annabelle spun and stormed off without another word, a sinking feeling forming in Rachel's stomach.
"Thanks for stepping in," she said once the redhead was gone. "I was thinking she might swing if that had gone on much longer."
Ai turned to stare at her, a brow raised in question.
"And so goading was the best decision?"
Rachel's expression became more heated, and she stepped closer to her with a smile.
"I said swing, not hit. Only you're allowed to hit," she whispered.
Both women turned red, and the sense of foreboding was, temporarily, forgotten.
Ai took the last bit of distance between the two, putting her mouth next to the blonde's ear.
As her blush darkened, her domme personality asserted itself, signaled to Rachel by the low chuckle that sounded.
"My classes are done today. And you?"
"Me too," Rachel responded brilliantly around a gulp.
"Hmm... Well, no idea about you, but all this talk about cages and, were I to guess, you on your knees, has made me glad I'm not wearing panties right now."
Rachel groaned at that, her eyes instinctively moving to her housemate's skirt while her face felt afire.
"I would oblige you, if you asked nicely, I think," Ai laughed.
"
Please
let me relieve you of your discomfort, Mistress," Rachel responded.
The immediate speed of her response, along with the sing-song tone she spoke with and the bright blush on her face, made Ai grin...
As soon as they entered the apartment, Rachel pulled Ai into a kiss.
Moans mixing between their lips, the cheerleader pushed them down the hall towards her room.
When they passed the threshold, Ai gently shoved.
Rachel squeaked in surprise as she went toppling down onto the bed with a small bounce.
Ai quickly followed after her, pinning the blonde beneath her.
"You were saying something about relieving me?" she asked with a giggle.
Rachel rolled her hips beneath her, the buckle of her leather belt pressing against Ai's naked core as she did.
Ai groaned at the sensation.
The heat she'd managed to push down while they'd walked home came back with a vengeance.
Seeing her blush, Rachel's own lips turned upwards in a wolfish grin.
Getting her arms underneath her, she leaned forward until her face was close enough to smell the slight strawberry scent of Ai's breath.
"Feeling a bit hot, Ai?" she quipped.
"Having no panties and a hot blonde under me tends to do that," the cheerleader retorted with an easy, if heated, smile.
"And here I thought you were just saying that to get me going," Rachel laughed.
Ai laughed as her face lowered, her lips a twitch away from Rachel's.
"Why don't you find out for yourself?" she panted.
Rachel felt her thighs getting wet at her Mistress's tone, and she crossed the last bit of space needed.
Their lips connected in a searing kiss.
A hand pressed against the hem of Ai's skirt, and a shiver ran through them both from the contact.
"Don't mind if I do," she gasped once their mouths separated.
