Def Ears, Listen Up (For RedShinigami)

[GolemGuardian]

This had been an interesting night. When she first saw Veronika she expected a lot of animosity, maybe a little bar fight. But it had turned out a lot better than she intended. It was filled with emotions, anger, fear, sadness, and so many others. Chris felt bad for the dancer, when she was able to squash down her lingering fury at the blond who stripped an humiliate her. It also heavily tested her social skills, and the socially awkward rocker had been able to somewhat navigate her way through.

And despite all the downs there had been, there was no way to have called this a bad night. There was some fun throughout, and despite it all she actually wouldn't have changed the night if she could. And maybe after getting the Franco-Austrian rested and not as drunk, she could get to working on trying to salvage a professional relationship, not a personal one. But that would end up more on her, as Chris was not known for letting go of her anger.

Chris wanted to get out of the cold, but it seemed her drunken companion had to stop now and then. First to comment on Chris' body, bringing a heavy blush to her cheeks that darkened as Veronika ran her hands over her own body soon after. "Sh-shut up. I just don't want to build a relationship on my body, OK? Just leave it at that, please." Chris tried to shake her head, get the humiliating images from the mud match that surfaced out of her head.

And then they stopped again, Veronika suddenly bringing up the main reason for Chris' anger. "Yeah, well..." she trailed off, looking down at the snowy ground as the hand gripping Veronika's own tightened almost painfully. It wasn't easy for her to let go when she held a grudge like this, but.... "Maybe we can figure out how you can make up for it later... Let's just get out of the cold, please...."

[RedShinigami]

Veronika looked at Chris and wanted to say something. A joke , a quip, an insult...but nothing. Nothing escaped her mouth. She was pissed as a newt but still could manage to shut up when it was necessary.
She held Chris hand tighter in the process and followed her until they reached Chris flat.

"So this is were you live, huh? Really...unspecatcular just like y-"
She shook her head. "Forget it, I said nothing.", she assured and just followed Chris inside when the Rocker opened the door. And as she walked in she heard something. "What is that...", she whispered as she heard screaming out of one of the rooms.

"Sounds like someone having incredible sex...", she said and her instincts were awakened as she stept forward and slowly opened the door to the room where "the noises" came from. With her back to Veronika there was young woman, fucking the hell out of her pussy with a big dildo while sitting in front of a PC. When Chris pulled her away, she grinned. "Who is that? Is that your girlfriend?", Veronika asked and giggled a little.

[GolemGuardian]

They soon reached her apartment, with another passive comment from the Franco-Austrian. Thankfully it was stopped before it turned to an insult. "Like I said, it's no mansion. It's small, but we have room for everything. That's really what matters here." The rocker looked down at their still joined hands. She had known they hadn't let go, and even that Veronika had squeezed her hand now and then on their shirt walk, but she had thought they let go when they entered the building. Clearing her throat, Chris pulled her hand away, turning her head to hide the blush that emerged with the realization.

Before she could offer Veronika her bed and she'd take the futon, a certain, loud moan filled the apartment. Was she still going!? Wasn't this when Michelle went in to one of her classes? Or was today a day she didn't have classes? It was hard to keep track of, sometimes. Regardless, like a sex fighter to an opponents orgasm, the dancer began walking right to the source. "Oh lord..." Chris muttered, staying back as Veronika spied on her roommate, Tania, and her girlfriend Michelle having video sex. Not wanting to be discovered, however, she reached around her rival's waist and pulled her away. And judging by the wet sloshing sound she heard, she probably just pulled her rival away just before the Irish woman finished herself on the dildo and Michelle likely Finishing at the same time.

"That's my roommate Tania Trom. She was probably having her almost nightly cyber sex with her girlfriend, Michelle." She kept her face hidden and voice low, as not to interrupt the Irish girl. Last time she had, inspiration striking like lightning as she began playing her guitar to test some parts, the lass whined the entire day after about not getting to her fifth orgasm. How she had the stamina for that was beyond Chris, and she was never going to inquire about it.

"She should be done soon, I hope. Just ignore her and you can sleep well in the bed." Chris eventually made it to her room, not a lot of decoration in it aside from a few guitars and amps, posters for Gackt, Led Zepplin, and Mega Deth to name a few, and the lone picture frame that lay bedside, always greeting her whenever she awoke from her nightmare, of her and her parents. It was a little bare, yeah, but as the apartment proved Chris wasn't one for decorating. "I'd offer you some pajamas, but I'm too small - except maybe in the chest area - and Tania's too busy to bother. So I guess you'll just have to sleep in your current clothes. Shame, they're pretty." Chris didn't really consider her words, and just let them hang in the air. "I'll take the futon, so you have something close to comforting for the night." OK, with her hostly duties done, the rocker went to leave her room before Veronika could say anything negative or make any teasing requests.

[RedShinigami]

Veronika stood and watched while Tania was helping herself. She grinned and licked her lips, as woman who had made her mark in the Hentai Division too, Veronika Noir was of course someone who was always interested in young, beautiful women pleasuring their bodies. When Chris pulled her away, whispering and with slow movements, her sights were still set on the back of the irishwoman.

"Interesting...", the Queen of Hearts said as they entered Chris room. Veronika looked around. Nothing too special, rather scarsely decorated, she could'nt decide if to admire it or be frustrated how "boring and uncreative" her rival was. But she decided that enough bad words had exchanged for a day. She was tired and wanted to bed and did'nt want to provoke an impromptu appartment fight. Also, she was thankful, she would'nt outright say it, her pride and ego were still too big for that, but at least she could shut up. This was something Chris seemed to enjoy even more, being socially akward as she was. Veronika decided to take everything with a nod, after all that had went down between them, especially in their last match, it felt weird staying here in the room of her opponent and then her eyes fell on the picture of Chris and her parents.
//She was always small...//, Veronika said in her mind and took the picture. "...your parents living in Tokyo?", she asked when Chris entered. "They...saw what I did with you?"

Suddenly a akward sense of shame went through Veronikas body. What everyone was forgetting around the hurting, fucking and humiliating was that there were parents and loved ones, probably watching said match and seeing their daughters and sisters get hurt without being able to help them was surely something a family had'nt an easy time to endure.

[GolemGuardian]

Chris would probably have to talk to Tania about being more careful in case of stuff like this. It wasn't likely to happen again, but the fact that the tiny rocker had to pull her intoxicated guest away from the sight of her roommate approaching her climax did not make her happy. She could only hope this was when the lass was almost finished, so she wouldn't be kept awake while she was sleeping on the futon.

Back in the rock star's room, Chris stayed back while Veronika took a little look around. She was honestly expecting, even in this more honest to herself state the Franco-Austrian seemed to be in, some kind of remark about her bare room. She was never too big on decorating, since she was usually so invested in her career and that was just a distraction. The only thing she needed was the bare minimum. Some signs the room was hers, and one of the few photos she had of her parents. But when no such remark came, she was a little surprised and thankful.

She said what she could, and turned to leave and start setting up the futon, only to pause when Veronika spoke. It was a valid question, and she was sure she may have heard a little remorse in the blond's voice. "No, they don't..." She turned around, trying to keep her her expression neutral and not let the sadness she always felt thinking of her parents caused. "They, uh... They died when I was still a toddler. They were in an orchestra, mom the conductor and dad a violinist. We were in Brazil, and there was a terrorist attack. Building blew up, and they were amidst the casualties..." Chris crossed her arms, looking to the floor as the dancer did whatever. "So don't go feeling too guilty now."

Chris took a deep breath, and looked back up to Veronika. "I-I'm going to go set up the futon now. If, uh, if you need anything, don't be afraid to wake me up." Once more she would move to leave. She wasn't sure what else there was to do, if anything, so she figured she'd let Veronika get some rest.

[RedShinigami]

Veronika did'nt say anything. Her head was still spinning, the memories of her past mixed with what had happened today, her feelings for Chris always shifting in her head between spite and understanding. She opted to say nothing. Maybe, just maybe she would have quipped about Chris parents death when she would have been sober but deep inside Veronika new that not even her, as heelish as she was, could bring herself to make fun about that topic. She looked at the picture and saw Chris, smiling, having a smile she never have seen the grown up Chris doing. Her stomach turned as she thought about their last encounter, thought about the mud match, the Tell Tale Heart... How she had hurt her, how she had tried to destroy Chris, crippling her for life, destroying her dreams she was living for her dead parents...

Suddenly the Queen of Hearts felt sick, and for the first time it was'nt because of other people it was because of herself.
She put the photo down and heard Chris speak. She raised an arm, wanted to say something but did'nt get a tone out of her except.
"G'night...", she softly said and saw the door closing.

Veronika just stood there and looked after Chris as if she could see behind that big piece of wood. Her mind was still racing, the alcohol still made her consider risky things, to not be of such big risk and suddenly the Dancer knew what she had to do. First, she turned around to the picture of Chris parents and bowed to it. "Please forgive me for what I tried to do."she said.
The Franco-Austrian turned off the lights and waited until nothing was to be heard anymore before she slowly opened the door and walked on tiptoes to the living room. She opened the door and saw the whitehaired head of the rocker peaking out from under the covers, softly breathing. Then she entered and started to get out of her clothes, leaving her only in her panties as she walked up to Chris futon.

She proceeded to lift the blanket to slip under it, feeling Chris warm body against hers. She pressed herself onto her back in a spoon position and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman before closing her eyes. "Thanks...Chris...", she only whispered and closed her eyes. And in the morning, taking Chris bra without looking, she dissapeared as if she never had been here...except for her bra on the floor...
This was a night Veronika Noir would never forget...

[GolemGuardian]

There was a tension between the two of them. Maybe it was just Chris' lack of real social skills that caused it, or maybe it was this drunken Veronika feeling bad for what she did, humiliate her, break her legs and ruin her dreams, combined with the idea of her dead parents and how they would feel if they saw her do what she did to Chris strung the strings of her conscious. That definitely made things a bit more awkward, yeah. But it was still better than the hostile air the two had shared.

With a final goodnight, and Chris giving a tiny wave as she left, the rock start began setting up the futon. She was gonna miss her bed, but no doubt Veronika needed something a lot more comfortable after her breakdown earlier. "I wonder what that was... I guess it had to do with her mother, but... She seemed so hurt. DId she... also lose her mother?" Chris pondered aloud. It made some sense, actually, given how she reacted with learning her parents were dead. Well, she could inquire in the morning. If Veronika even still wanted to be kind like she was here when the drinks wore off. But, maybe it was a gamble she had to take? That, or she could make some mimosas.

Wait no, they couldn't. They didn't have orange juice.

Chris finished setting up the futon with that realization, when another one struck her. She left her rival in her room, where her pajamas were. "...Shit." Veronika was likely asleep by now, she figured, so... that left one option. Chris took off her jacket and clothes, stripping down to her white bra and panties. "Thank god she's not coming out to get a glass of water or anything right now." The rocker folded her clothes up and set them to the side, turned off the lights, and after getting comfortable in the futon - or at least as comfortable as she could - she would finally go to sleep.

Her mind was still on Veronika, trying to understand what all was going on with her or what was even going on with them anymore. Were they becoming friends? Rivals with a decent professional relationship? Co-workers who had settled things and wouldn't ever interact again? It was a foggy subject, but as she kept telling herself, she could try to figure it all out in the morning. For now, she'd let sleep pull her down into its depths, hoping for a sweet dream.

Morning would soon come and Chris eventually awoke, sitting up with a massive yawn and stretching her arms over her head. Her waking mind barely registered a lingering hot spot next to her, but that was as much as it cared to register. Maybe she had just turned recently and woke up soon after, it would figure. But what it wouldn't dismiss so easily was the cold air the passed over her chest, which somehow had become bare. "H-how did that happen?" Drowsily Chris looked down at the sight, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks. Though with no eyes on her here, there was little need to feel embarrassed.

So where was her bra? Chris lifted the covers and looked around, finding it in the middle of the warmth. Must have just fallen off somehow, she figured. The rocker grabbed it and put the bra on, with a little more difficulty than she usually would. "Fuck, come on. Get. Hooked!" She growled, struggling heavily. After a few minutes she finally got it on, though it felt... off. It felt tight on her and squished her breasts just enough to be uncomfortable. "The hell? It wasn't this small yesterday, was it? Ah fuck it, whatever." The rocker stood up and went to her door, knocking on it. "Hey Veronika, you decent?"

Silence.

"Veronika?"

More silence.

Chris opened the door to look, and saw how her room was empty. "Guess she woke up and wanted to be gone. Guess that's to be expected." Chris sighed, actually having looked forward to a breakfast together. Well, it was fine. Guess she'd just have another breakfast alone with Tania.

Speaking of, said girl soon came out of her room with her usual bright smile. "Top o' te mornin', Chris-chan!" Her eyes drifted downwards, a tiny little smile on her face. "Looks like you got left a nice present~ Hope the lass left happy." With a tease in her brogue, Tania stepped away to their kitchen-area, leaving a baffled Chris standing there to look down and actually look at her bra.

Or rather, no her bra. This bra was a lot more detailed and designed than Chris' normal bra. It wasn't her roommate's, else she would have asked why she was wearing hers. That only meant..... "Why... why was Veronika's bra in the futon with me?"

The End..... For Now