Disclaimer/note: Characters and setting are property of Team Ninja. This fictional story is based on Dead or Alive Xtreme 2. The story features lesbian relationships: and some days (i.e. chapters) also feature violence or offensive language. Please don't read it if you aren't old enough.
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-Morning of Day Seven-
I pulled myself out of bed. Painful soreness had caught me; my thighs, in particular, complained when I walked and when I stretched. But I couldn't have enjoyed the sensations more. They were a result of Hitomi's love for me. I grinned, remembering exactly what had made me sore.
Soon I was limber and I got through my exercises after the initial protests of my muscles. I'd learned how to ignore discomfort long ago. I worked up a good sweat and I took a cool shower afterward.
Hitomi had tea ready for me when I emerged from the bathroom. "Morning, hotness!" I kissed her forehead.
"It's too early," she grumbled. She kissed my lips. "Maybe a shower'll wake me up."
"See you in a few minutes," I told her, stifling my chuckle. Mm, she'd made good tea. I sat, wearing a short bathrobe, in a comfortable recliner, looking at the beauty of the island morning. Then I got up and went to the kitchen. I had steamed rice and scrambled eggs ready soon after Hitomi got done with her shower. She was much more human when she reappeared. I was used to her not being a morning person; actually, I found her early routine endearing.
"Lisa wants to meet at 0930," I told her as we ate our breakfast.
"Tina also said 0930," Hitomi stated. "You're a decent cook."
"My family's cooks are much better," I said. "But my palate's quite refined."
I got on my knees, opened Hitomi's robe, and inhaled. Her lavender body wash smelled so good, mixed with her growing arousal. "My! You're in quite-oh! Oh, damn! Girl-oh, yes!" I found her button quickly (thanks to my experience) and I pressed it just the way she liked it: slow at first, then faster and sloppier. Her tangy juices began to flow freely. She thrust her hips, moaning softly. I put her knees over my shoulders and increased my pace, licking and sucking her vaginal entrance like I'd never get a chance to do it again.
"Leifang!" she hissed. She came, abs tightening, legs twitching, fingers digging into my shoulders.
While she controlled her breathing, I stood, went to the closet, chose "Astarte," and got dressed. (Another good thing about only wearing swimsuits—getting dressed takes 30 seconds!) "I don't usually have dessert after breakfast, but that was great. I really need to create a way to bottle your essence so I can put it in my tea," I said.
"You're such a meanie! But so skilled!" my red-faced girlfriend said. "And your tea idea is mildly deranged."
I casually approached her, slid a finger along her juicy slit, and promptly stuck it into her mouth. "Still think it's deranged?" I asked.
She responded by sucking my finger in a way that made my knees weak. When she released it with a pop, she smiled evilly. She said, "Delicious. How much was my juice and how much was your finger, though?"
Now I was the blusher. "We're such sluts for each other!" I said.
"That's not a bad thing!" She stood. "I'm going to my suite to get a suit for today. I'll meet you in the lobby in ten minutes."
"Okay."
She kissed me and bounced out of my room. I had no time to waste. I checked the status of my devices. The temperature-sensitive robot hadn't yet returned, which meant it was overdue. It hadn't sent a distress signal, so there might be nothing wrong. I was comforted by the knowledge that Hitomi and I were going to find out what was happening on Flying Komodo tonight.
I went to the lobby and found Lisa and Tina waiting. Lisa was wearing "Astarte." Tina was wearing "Porrima."
What made today different? I found out-Hitomi appeared in the elevator, also wearing "Porrima." To say it looked great on her would understate matters. If it'd been only the two of us, I'd have had my way with her right there.
We all politely kissed each other good morning. Lisa then gave us an interesting proposal. "Tina and I wondered if we could switch partners again: me with Hitomi and Tina with Leifang. What do you think?"
"Honestly, my thought is, 'Why?'" I said.
"I'm not against it, but I also wonder," Hitomi added.
"Partly because we're curious about whether it can work," Lisa said.
"Also, I'd like to get to know you better, Leifang. Lisa wants to know Hitomi better too. And...I want to play volleyball with you, since you always win."
"Suddenly, I'm less in favor of this," Lisa joked. We had to chuckle.
Hitomi and I looked at each other. "If the same rules apply..."
"...then we'll do it."
"Cool!" Tina clapped joyfully. "Any chance we can play volleyball this morning?"
"I think that's up to our prospective opponents," I said.
"That won't be us, will it, Lisa?" Hitomi asked. "I could do it, but..."
"...If you don't want to, then we'll do something else. No problem!"
Tina turned to me and said, "Let's go, partner, okay?"
"Okay." I looked at Hitomi and Lisa. "We'll see you soon, girls."
Hitomi blew me a kiss and Lisa winked. Tina and I took off for Niki Beach, hoping to find a game. No one was there, so we tried the jungle next.
We met Christie and Ayane. They were eager to play. (I breathed a bit easier when I saw Christie; I'd been more worried about her than I'd realized.) Ayane wanted to beat me as much as Christie did. Tina and I were new partners, but so were they. We had a good chance at winning.
They were new partners, but they thought alike in many ways, and they complemented each other very well. Tina and I scored the first point, but the volley took almost three minutes, according to the computerized scoreboard. It was going to be a long game.
They scored the next point and from there, the game seemed to be a perpetual tie. No lead was ever more than a single point. At last, Christie committed too much to the left side and Ayane went too deep. I set for the far right, where Tina was able to spike the ball without a chance of it being blocked. We won, 10-9. The game had taken 70 minutes. We were all sweating small rivers. Only Ayane wasn't noticeably panting-great lungs, that girl!
"That was some game," Tina said.
"Yeah," Christie agreed. "Shit, Leifang, you just won't lose!" She smiled ruefully.
"You don't want me to. You want to win," I said.
"Well put," Ayane said, surprising me and Tina. "I want to beat you, no matter who our partners are. You're a worthy opponent."
Her fascinating eyes were trying to tell me something. She must have more to say, I realized. "How about we grab a light lunch at the casino?" I asked.
Since they agreed, we soon found ourselves enjoying a seafood, salad, and pasta buffet. Tina and Christie were pretty animated, and Ayane—while not a chatterbox by any measure—was talking with us, and rarely in a condescending or sarcastic way. Was this Christie's influence?
Tina and Christie discussing training equipment, I glanced pointedly at Ayane and got up to go to the salad bar. Ayane was a few seconds behind me.
"I noticed a robot shaped like a spider. I immobilized it so I could study it. As soon as I'd stopped its motion, it fried itself somehow. Lisa might have built it, but it didn't seem like her style. I'm guessing it was yours."
Noncommittally, I said, "It was mine, yeah. Just a prototype."
"You don't trust me and there's no way that's going to change quickly. I wanted you to know...I used to think you were a self-absorbed princess-but-you're serious about protecting your friends and yourself. I respect that."
"Ayane-san," I whispered.
"This doesn't make us friends or anything."
"Thank you for telling me this. We can (This would work or it wouldn't!) be friends, Ayane-chan."
She muttered, "I guess." Her voice sounded odd, slightly strained. Not looking at me, she carried her full plate back toward our table.
I was going to have to keep playing by ear, evidently. What the hell did "I guess" mean?
"So hard to read!" I said under my breath. I'd expected her to tell me she'd by my friend or tell me to fuck off-not this. But when I rejoined her, Christie, and Tina, I thought I saw the merest foundation of a smile on her face.
"You haven't tried my machine, have you, Leifang?" Christie asked, sounding very cool but watching me intently.
"I don't have enough credits," I confessed. "You made it pretty prohibitive, you know."
"Risk a lot, gain a lot," she answered, laughing with her eyes. For some reason, I felt myself blushing slightly.
"Or lose a lot," Tina said, rescuing me. "You can't complain if no one plays your machine; you're the one who raised the stakes."
"Only the gutsy deserve my unique reward," Christie answered. "How well do you know me? Enough to know I'm not trying for popularity?"
I said, "You love to see people's natures. You'll see mine. If things go well, I'll have the credits to play your game in two days and I will. I take chances!"
"You've made your point clear," she responded with a smirk. Tina looked at me like I'd just said I was the queen of Jupiter's moons or something. Ayane, as always, was hard to read.
"I mean to win at everything," I said primly.
"That's why I'm glad to be your partner," Tina said, sounding just a bit in awe.
"That and her super curves," Christie amended. Tina and I looked at each other, shocked. "Good, not denying it is the smart thing to do!"
"Always a troublemaker," Tina huffed. "Go ahead and talk; at least we beat your butts earlier."
"Speaking of that, you'll play us again soon, right?" Ayane asked.
I looked at Tina. "Yeah, soon, but not right away," Tina answered, correctly interpreting my glance.
We finished lunch. Christie and Ayane went their way. Then Tina and I also split up to do some shopping.
I did a lot of thinking while I got gifts for the others. My temperature-sensitive robot was gone, but it had worked; it had wiped out its own memory by engaging an emergency electromagnet. Of course, I only had Ayane's word on that, but I believed her. Granted, her expression was always like a stone wall to me, but I could just feel that she'd been sincere. That also meant she wasn't behind whatever was on Flying Komodo.
Of course, I still hadn't seen Helena today. If only I knew what her absence meant!
