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Subtlety Required (Erika Toda/Yui Aragaki, NC-17)
Title: Subtlety Required
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erika Toda/ Yui Aragaki (Gakki)
Summary: All of a sudden, she’s closing her eyes and imagining Gakki naked on her bed, asking her to play doctor, and that’s not okay.
Notes: My very first JE fandom friend was a lovely lady named![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ryogrande, and today is her birthday. Congratulations on the new year, gorgeous. This is that fic I promised you where Koki and Jin brawl and then I do a lot of Jin bashing and then Yamapi cheats on everyone, and Shige is the main character. I hope you like it! :P
During the first season of Code Blue, Erika didn’t have any major issues, positive or negative, with the cast. She got along moderately well with everyone. Yamashita was a bit of a mystery, and Erika only knew him by his playboy reputation and his passable acting, but they got along well enough. And Aragaki…well, Aragaki was more interesting than expected, but her anime character haircut and ceaseless chatter more than made up for any redeeming qualities.
When they got called back for a special, well, then things started getting a little dicey on the Aragaki front. First it was little stuff, like Aragaki changing shamelessly in front of her, all slim lines and subtle curves, or like Aragaki inviting her to tea and saying things like “call me Gakki,” and being ridiculously attractive despite her ears. Then it gets worse—Aragaki starts remembering how she likes her coffee and bringing it to her in the mornings as she sits still and zombie-like in makeup, so the first thing she sees when she becomes human is Aragaki’s stupid smiling face. Or massaging Erika’s shoulders while they sit and wait to be called back on set. Erika’s even starting, god forbid, to think those Keebler elf ears are kind of…cute.
So by the time season two rolls around, and Aragaki shows up with twice as much confidence and a killer new hair-cut, Erika knows she’s screwed. She’s not entirely sure when Aragaki started being Gakki in her head, or when they were on a ‘text-message-emoji’ basis, but now, all of a sudden, she’s closing her eyes and imagining Gakki naked on her bed, asking her to play doctor, and that’s not okay. It’s not okay for several reasons, but the most important reason is that Erika is not quite sure how to change that delicious image in her head into a reality, and that is going to drive her absolutely insane.
*
“It’s so good to see everyone again, isn’t it?” Gakki says, and Erika tries not to stare at Gakki’s mouth, coated in some kind of sticky strawberry colored lip-gloss that smells amazing.
“Um, yeah,” Erika says, blinking twice to clear her head. “Well, I guess.”
Gakki pouts. “You don’t seem very enthusiastic.” The motion draws Erika’s eyes back to her lips, and the gentle curve of her jaw down to her collarbone, which leads down to… “Aren’t you happy to see me, Erika?”
“Very,” Erika says, clearing her throat. “You have no idea.”
Gakki’s tongue slips out of her mouth to moisten her lower lip, and Gakki grins at the flavor of the gloss. “Mmmm, strawberry,” she says, and Erika wonders if it’s suddenly gotten hotter in the room, or if it’s just her imagination.
“You have no idea,” she repeats.
*
The key to any woman’s heart is subtlety. Erika figures all it will take is a few gentle probes to see if Gakki even likes women, and if she does, well, Erika is hot, and it’s only a matter of time before she’s got Gakki in her bed, naked, licking chocolate sauce off Erika’s nipples while they play games with Erika’s favorite lavender vibrating strap on.
Only it doesn’t quite go according to plan. Gakki seems to slip out of her flippant questions and directed stares as easily as an eel through her fingers, and Erika hates eels, so she doesn’t really want Gakki to be acting like one.
She has managed to learn that Gakki’s not seeing anyone at the moment, but that had been an incredibly awkward conversation that had involved excessive bribes to Higa Manami in the form of shopping trips in exchange for her sworn vow of silence, and Erika can’t really afford to get all of her information second-hand like that.
*
Erika keeps making excuses to be alone with Gakki, but somehow it always works out that she gets stuck with Yamashita.
“Gakki, can you help me practice this scene?”
“Sure,” Gakki says, shuffling over so she can sit on the arm of the chair where Erika is sitting. “What part is this?”
“Episode three, scene 19,” Erika replies, sliding her arm behind Gakki and letting the limb linger heavy and warm against Gakki’s back. “Thank you so much for your help—“
“Yui!” Manami says, peeking her head into the longue. “We need you on set.”
“Oh, okay,” Gakki says, and then she looks apologetically at Erika. “Sorry, I’ve got to…”
“Of course,” Erika says, just as Yamashita walks in.
“I’m sure Yamashita will help,” Gakki says, and then she’s bounding off, and Erika’s arm feels really cold. Only she and Yamashita are left in the room, and the door swings eerily closed.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” Yamashita says. “I’m starting to think you’re up to something.”
“Shut up, Yamashita,” Erika says, and wishes looks could kill. Yamashita just shrugs.
*
Gakki’s got this way of smiling at Erika across the room that simultaneously makes her heart flutter and makes her wet. Erika’s not entirely sure how these two things happen at the same time, but she blames it on her hormones.
*
Erika enjoys the way Gakki’s fingertips graze the skin of her forehead as Gakki massages her temples. “What a terrible migraine,” Erika says.
“Does it feel any better?” Gakki asks, leaning down and pressing her cool hand against Erika’s warm cheek.
“Much,” Erika says, and she lifts her hand to catch a piece of Gakki’s hair between her fingertips. She rolls it between them, and then she’s wrapping the hair around a single digit, and Gakki is forced to come closer, until they’re breathing the same air.
“Gakki…” Erika starts, and then the piercing wail of a cell phone echoes through the air, and Gakki is deftly unwinding herself from Erika and pulling all the way back. Erika wants to scream.
“It’s my phone, sorry,” Gakki mumbles, and then Gakki is gone, chattering on the phone a mile a minute as she disappears around the corner.
Yamashita is staring at her, so she sticks out her tongue at him and makes a face. “What are you looking at?” she says, still frustrated with Gakki’s ability to escape.
“Oh, nothing,” Yamashita says, and then his hands are in his pockets, and he’s whistling as he walks away.
*
“Hey Gakki,” Erika says, stepping closer to stand beside Gakki, arm pressing against Gakki’s companionably. “You busy after shooting today?” Erika pitches her voice low and soft, like she does when she’s filming a sexy movie scene or playing a dangerous woman; these two things often go hand in hand, and right now she’s sort of playing both those parts.
‘Not really,” Gakki says, and she smiles at Erika, flashing her perfectly straight teeth, and Erika wants to kiss her way inside of Gakki’s mouth and see if those teeth feel as straight as they look. “Did you want to do something?”
“There’s this new bar down in…” Erika’s words trail off as Gakki starts unbuttoning her shirt, each undone button revealing a larger glimpse of the smooth pale skin of Gakki’s chest, the mouth-watering swell of her small soft breasts robbing Erika of her words. “There’s. Drinks. Let’s drink.” Erika says, and that’s not what she meant to say, honestly, but how is she supposed to think with Gakki nonchalantly stripping in front of her.
“Oh sure,” Gakki says, pausing in her blatant striptease to grin winningly at Erika. “I always have time for you. Where is the place?”
“Shibuya,” Erika replies, swallowing around the knot in her throat and ignoring the slow burn in her belly. “It just opened and it’s called—“
“Monkey Beach?” a woman’s voice says from behind them, and Erika turns around to see Ryo entering the dressing room, pulling her long hair out of its ponytail and smiling. “I read about it in the newspaper. I’ve been meaning to check it out!”
Gakki claps her hands excitedly. “Isn’t this great, Erika? We can all go try it out together!”
“Yeah,” Erika says, frustration like a tiger in her chest. “Great.”
“I’ll tell the boys,” says Ryo, retreating into the restroom with her jeans and a t-shirt. “I’m headed home now, I’m finished for the day. Shall we all meet around nine?”
“Yes,” says Gakki, still looking thrilled. “It’ll be so fun! We can all celebrate the start of filming the second season together!”
“We’ve been filming for weeks,” Erika mumbles. “We’re doing the fourth episode.”
“Better late than never,” Gakki says, and then she pokes Erika in the side. “What’s the matter? I thought you liked everyone.”
Erika grimaces, then nods. “Yeah, I do,” she says, and then she thinks about it for a second. “Mostly.”
Gakki rolls her eyes. “Let me go put on my scrubs and then we can head to set, alright?”
“Yeah,” Erika says, and her eyes can’t help but follow the gentle sway of Gakki’s hips as she retreats into the changing room.
*
Erika feels considerable more optimistic after a shower, and she’s put on a skirt she knows she looks hot in. It’s tight, it’s short, and it shows off all her best features, which, when she looks in the mirror, she knows is all of them.
Gakki, she thinks, won’t even be able to look at anyone else in the room. Not with Erika looking like this.
But when Erika arrives at the bar, complete with beach themed tables and drinks that come in sand buckets, she’s seated at the other end of the table from Gakki, too far away to even see her, let alone engage in a one-on-one conversation. Instead she’s stuck next to Yamashita, who keeps pouring her drinks and smolders at her smarmily in a way that probably drops straight girl panties. He’s too close, too, in her personal space, and he keeps asking her if she’s okay.
Finally, she excuses herself, stepping out in front of the bar and aching longingly for a jacket.
“I don’t want to have sex with you,” Erika says to Yamashita frankly when he walks outside the bar to stand next to her, lighting a cigarette. “You’re probably not used to hearing ‘no’ from the numerous women you seduce on a daily basis, but, well, no.”
He raises an eyebrow at her, and takes a puff of his cigarette. “I don’t do vagina,” Yamashita says, and then hands her the cigarette. “Have you been reading the tabloids again? You should know better than to believe everything you read, Toda. 'Friday' is not the news.”
She takes a drag, and blows the smoke out of her nose expertly. “I shouldn’t be surprised,” Erika says. “Not after all those sparkly scarves.” Yamashita laughs, loud, and some people standing on the street turn to look at them. “But for some reason, I am.”
“Well,” Yamashita replies. “The point is, I’m not trying to get into your pants.” He takes the cigarette back, and winces at seeing Erika’s lipstick on the filter.
“That would be futile, since I’m wearing a skirt,” Erika interjects, and Yamashita frowns.
“Also, you’re a kind of a bitch,” Yamashita says, and Erika puts her hands on her hips and turns to face him, face contorting into what she’s sure is an unattractive scowl. “I mean that in the best of ways, dear. But it’s the truth.” Yamashita licks his lips, and smiles.
It’s an unusual expression for her to see on his face-- at work, he’s always wearing his signature blank face, and when he’s playing Aizawa…well, she’s always kind of thought it didn’t take a lot of acting for Yamashita to pull off being an emotionless robot.
But looking at him now, with that mischievous expression lighting up his face, Erika can maybe, maybe, see why hundreds of thousands of girls hang pictures of him on their walls. “If I’m a bitch, what are you doing out here talking to me?” Erika asks.
“Because I like you,” Yamashita says. “You make me laugh. Or something. In a mocking way.” He drops the cigarette on the ground, and puts it out with the toe of his expensive-looking heeled black boots. “And I wanted to give you some advice.”
“What advice could you possibly have for me?” Erika says, pursing her mouth.
“Well, I wanted you to know that watching your half-hearted attempts to woo Aragaki into your bed are pathetic,” Yamashita says, and Erika feels her jaw drop. “Honestly, she is way too oblivious for this ‘subtlety’ shit you’ve got going on. You need to take the direct approach.”
“Oh yeah?” Erika counters. “What do you know about catching women, Yamashita?”
“Enough to know you’ll never get laid if they have no idea you want them to lay you.” Erika feels the scowl returning to her face, and she takes a deep breath to prepare for the reaming she’s about to give Yamashita about butting in to her business.
He seems to realize she’s gearing up for something, though, and he presses his index finger against her lips. “Shhh,” he says, and then gives her this cheeky little grin that makes her want to slap him. “I have a second bit of advice for you.” He pulls his finger from her lips and smoothes his thumb across her forehead. “If you keep making terrible faces like that you’ll wrinkle, and then Aragaki won’t want to have sex with you.”
“I hate you,” Erika tells him sharply, as he’s walking back into the bar, and he tosses her a casual wave without turning around.
“I like your skirt,” Yamashita calls out to her from the door. “It’s only gently screaming desperate.”
“Fuck,” Erika says. “I’m too hot for this.”
She hails a cab, texting Gakki that she’s headed home early. Gakki texts her a smiley-face back, and Erika wants to beat her head against the wall.
*
Erika looks in the mirror, when she get home, and she’s not sure if she’ll ever make any progress if she continues as she is doing now.
If it’s even worth continuing. Her pride might not be able to take it, she thinks.
Then she imagines Gakki’s dark eyes and long lashes, and the way Gakki moves when she thinks no one is watching, and she knows she can’t give up quite yet.
*
“Gakki, what are you doing?” Erika croaks, as Gakki leans against Erika’s back, breasts pressing into Erika’s shoulder blades and making Erika feel sort of dizzy. It’s usually Erika making these kinds of moves, so she doesn’t understand why Gakki is suddenly initiating physical touch.
“We’ve got a scene today where I hug you just like this,” Gakki replies, and her breath tickles Erika’s cheek, and makes face flush hot and embarrassed.
“Cut it out,” Erika snaps, leaning forward and breaking Gakki’s gentle hold. “We don’t have to practice that kind of thing.”
“Of course we do,” Gakki replies, sitting down next to Erika on the bench of the ‘locker-room’ set. “It’s not like you and I go around hugging each other off camera.”
“We could,” Erika says, and then wants to smack herself in the face. “If you wanted. I mean, since we are friends and not just co-workers. It would be…okay. You know. If you wanted to…hug it out, sometimes.”
Gakki is looking at Erika like Erika has four heads. “But you just pushed me away and told me to cut it out.”
“Well, there was no warning,” Erika whines, and Gakki leans forward and rests her chin on her folded hands.
“So hugs with warnings are A-Okay,” Gakki drawls, and Erika feels herself, if it’s possible, flush even harder.
“Well. Yes,” Erika squeaks, and Gakki smiles.
“I’m going to hug you now,” Gakki says, and all Erika can think about, as Gakki’s arms wrap around her again, is the soft lavender smell of her shampoo, and how delicious her curves feel pressed into Erika’s side.
When Gakki leaves to go film a scene with Yamashita, Erika sits on the bench, still, thinking back through the entire encounter with a sinking heart.
“Hug it out?” Says a voice behind her, and Erika turns around to see Katsumura standing there, arms crossed and forehead furrowed. “As your ‘senior doctor’, let me tell you, you are not winning any points.”
Erika narrows her eyes. “When’s the last time you had sex?” She snarks, and Katsumura wriggles his eyebrows.
“Yesterday,” he replies, and Erika buries her face in her hands. Great. Everyone's getting laid but her.
*
Erika sometimes wonders if this quest to have sex with Gakki is doomed. It’s often so pervasive in her thoughts she forgets her lines, and then Yamashita looks at her and judges her with his stupid hair and stupid face. (Admittedly, his hair is less stupid than it was last season, but his face is just about the same level of stupid.)
Then she has to fumble around for excuses for her mistakes, and looking at Gakki, then, with her hair pulled back like the sensible Dr. Shiraishi she is playing, her excellent figure shrouded in those awful blue scrubs that don’t do any favors for either of them, well... that’s a mistake she has to try not to make, because then all she can do is feel the heat pool in her belly, and lower, too. Erika would not put it past herself to have developed some weird doctor fetish, anyway. Maybe some weird ‘Aragaki-Yui-as-a-doctor’ fetish. She’s always been good at making herself miserable and sexually frustrated, why should things change now?
It’s for that reason she can’t meet Gakki’s eyes, and she tries not to grimace at the flash of confusion in Gakki’s eyes every time she avoids contact.
It’s just that she’s re-thinking this whole seduction thing, after all.
*
“What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird for weeks,” Gakki hisses, after she grabs Erika by the back of her scrubs and pulls her into the dressing room. “Did I do something to make you angry?”
“I want to have sex with you,” Erika blurts out, and then she slaps her hands over her mouth, feeling her eyes go round.
Gakki blinks at her, slowly, eyelashes stark against her face. Her mouth slides into a small frown, and then she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. “Oh,” she says, and Erika feels like her gut is all twisted into these terrible knots. “Well why didn’t you just say so?” Gakki says finally, sounding a little cross, and Erika feels all the breath leave her body in a massive exhale.
“Don’t you start,” Erika says.
“Well, you could have saved us both a lot of trouble if you’d just been upfront about it from the beginning,” Gakki lectures, straightening her back.
“You sound like Yamashita,” Erika says flatly. “'You’re too subtle' or 'you should just say what you want'.”
“Did he also tell you that your skirt last Thursday was really slutty?” Gakki’s moving closer as she talks, stepping into Erika’s personal space, breath warm and minty on Erika’s face.
“He said it 'gently screamed desperation',’” Erika replies, distracted by the way Gakki’s chest is pressing against her own through both sets of scrubs. Erika licks her lips with impatience, and Gakki smiles.
“Hmmm,” Gakki says, brushing her lips across Erika’s, and Erika gasps because Gakki’s lips burn, sending sparks straight down to her belly. “I liked it, though.”
Then Gakki’s hands are skimming up Erika’s sides, brushing up the sides of her breasts and living tingles in their wake, and tangling in Erika’s hair, ponytail holder sliding out of place easily at a sharp pull of Gakki’s fingers. “Yeah?” Erika manages to say as her own hands start to wander, settling themselves on Gakki’s hips, slipping under the navy-colored shirt to play with the soft skin there.
“The thing is,” Gakki says, as she leans in close to pull the lobe of Erika’s ear into her mouth, “is that I was a gravure model, honey.” She skims her teeth along the sensitive flesh, and Erika can’t fight the gasp it jerks out of her throat. “I’m not really used to subtle.”
Erika’s hands tighten on Gakki’s hips, gripping the flesh and pulling her even closer. They’re pressed together in every possible place, fitting so perfectly not even a whisper can fit between them. “In that case,” Erika says, lips fluttering against Gakki’s. “Let me be frank.” Erika tilts her head slightly to the side, and captures Gakki’s mouth.
It’s smooth, and wet, and so hot. Hotter than Erika had imagined in her dreams (and sometimes, when she was awake, too,) and it’s like kissing molten silk, slippery and sweet and perfect. Gakki’s hands tighten in her hair, and pulls, hard. Erika moans into Gakki’s mouth, and glides her hands up Gakki’s back, fingertips toying with the clasp of Gakki’s bra.
The thing Erika’s always like about girls is how soft they are, how the skin is supple and smooth, and how there’s padding in all the right places. Gakki is no exception—she’s slender, but when Erika squeezes, there’s give, and Gakki groans when Erika’s hands find their way to Gakki’s breasts, kneading them gently through Gakki’s bra.
“Too many clothes,” Gakki says, as her hands trail seductively down the back of Erika’s neck to linger at the fold of Erika’s turtleneck. “Hiyama’s such a prude.”
“She has a terrible scar on her chest,” Erika protests, even as she releases Gakki for the briefest of moments and pulls her arm inside the shirt so Gakki can tug it over her head. “Aren’t you paying attention to all the subplots, Gakki?”
Gakki quirks a smile, and pulls the turtleneck and navy over-shirt off with a quick upward tug, leaving Erika in her bra, and the navy drawstring pants that do nothing for her figure. Erika’s fingers quickly drop to the drawstring, untying it quickly and letting the pants drop to the floor too. She steps out of them and closer to Gakki.
“You’re so sexy,” Gakki says, letting her eyes travel up and down Erika’s underwear-clad body with appreciation. “That turtleneck is not your friend.”
“Tell me about it,” Erika says, as she reaches for Gakki’s scrubs. “Although, if I’d know you’d finally be getting me naked today I would have worn cuter underwear.”
Gakki laughs as she removes her own top, revealing a lacy dark purple bra that reveals more than it hides. “Doesn’t matter,” Gakki says, as her own pants fall. “They’ll be on the floor soon enough.”
Erika can’t resist anymore, and she’s rushing forward, pushing Gakki back and trapping her between Erika’s body and the counter. Gakki doesn’t look ‘trapped’ though—she looks absolutely delighted, and she proves it by leaning forward and wrapping her lips around Erika’s nipple through her bra. Erika can feel the heat of Gakki’s mouth as Gakki teases her nipple, and Gakki’s hand comes up to play with the other one, and Erika throws her head back in pleasure. She can only imagine how it will feel when the bra is gone.
When Erika looks down, she sees Gakki looking up at her playfully, lips rounded around her nipple and fringe falling into her eyes. “I love your new haircut this season,” Erika gasps out. “It really brings out the shape of your eyes.”
Gakki lifts her head to press her lips against Erika’s again.. Erika’s mouth opens under the assault, and their tongues tangle together as Gakki’s fingers hook in the elastic of Erika’s panties. “I love fucking women,” Gakki says, when they part for breath. “They always notice the little things.” And then Gakki’s hand is slipping inside Erika’s panties, sliding down the front of her and teasing her clit. “I notice the little things too.”
Erika desperately pushes their mouths together again, pressing Gakki against the counter until Gakki finally slides up onto it, sitting on the countertop and wrapping her legs around Erika’s thighs. “God, this took too long,” Erika says, as she unhooks Gakki’s bra. Gakki slides her now wet finger up to Erika’s mouth, and Erika sucks the digit in, tasting herself on Gakki’s finger.
“Then let’s make up for lost time,” Gakki says, half chuckling, half moaning at the feeling of Erika’s tongue swirling around he finger, and Erika laughs.
“Hell yeah,” she says, and then she pauses. “Actually, I’ve got this… lavender vibrating strap-on…”
“With you?” Gakki asks, one eyebrow lifting with curiosity. Erika nods. “Like, here on set?”
“Better safe than sorry,” Erika says, and then Gakki leans up and kisses her again.
*
“Been busy?” says a voice behind Erika, as she’s straightening the collar of her blouse, her scrubs in a pile beside her. “It smells like sex in here.”
Erika spins around, and Yamashita is standing there, leaning against the doorway, one hand on his hip and his face set in a strange expression that almost looks like a smirk.
“Yamashita, you scared me,” Erika says, and Yamashita raises an eyebrow in inquiry, as if to tell her she hasn’t answered his question. “This is the girls dressing room. And I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t,” Yamashita says, lifting his arms to cross them. “Finally got Aragaki? Tomo always does know best.”
Erika blushes, and it feels strange, but something about the look on Yamashita’s face makes her feel twelve. “What?”
“The UST was killing me,” Yamashita adds, and then he straightens as Erika struggles to compose herself. “Well, I’ve got to go,” Yamashita says. “I’ve got an exam tonight.”
“An exam?” Erika asks. “You make it sound like you’re a real resident or something, Yamashita. You do realize this is just a TV show, right?” Erika laughs. “What kind of exam could you possibly have?”
“A prostate exam,” Yamashita says, and he winks. “Jin doesn’t have work tonight.”
Erika feels her jaw go slack, but as Yamashita chuckles and walks away, Erika feels a smirk spread across her face. To each their own.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erika Toda/ Yui Aragaki (Gakki)
Summary: All of a sudden, she’s closing her eyes and imagining Gakki naked on her bed, asking her to play doctor, and that’s not okay.
Notes: My very first JE fandom friend was a lovely lady named
ryogrande, and today is her birthday. Congratulations on the new year, gorgeous. This is that fic I promised you where Koki and Jin brawl and then I do a lot of Jin bashing and then Yamapi cheats on everyone, and Shige is the main character. I hope you like it! :PDuring the first season of Code Blue, Erika didn’t have any major issues, positive or negative, with the cast. She got along moderately well with everyone. Yamashita was a bit of a mystery, and Erika only knew him by his playboy reputation and his passable acting, but they got along well enough. And Aragaki…well, Aragaki was more interesting than expected, but her anime character haircut and ceaseless chatter more than made up for any redeeming qualities.
When they got called back for a special, well, then things started getting a little dicey on the Aragaki front. First it was little stuff, like Aragaki changing shamelessly in front of her, all slim lines and subtle curves, or like Aragaki inviting her to tea and saying things like “call me Gakki,” and being ridiculously attractive despite her ears. Then it gets worse—Aragaki starts remembering how she likes her coffee and bringing it to her in the mornings as she sits still and zombie-like in makeup, so the first thing she sees when she becomes human is Aragaki’s stupid smiling face. Or massaging Erika’s shoulders while they sit and wait to be called back on set. Erika’s even starting, god forbid, to think those Keebler elf ears are kind of…cute.
So by the time season two rolls around, and Aragaki shows up with twice as much confidence and a killer new hair-cut, Erika knows she’s screwed. She’s not entirely sure when Aragaki started being Gakki in her head, or when they were on a ‘text-message-emoji’ basis, but now, all of a sudden, she’s closing her eyes and imagining Gakki naked on her bed, asking her to play doctor, and that’s not okay. It’s not okay for several reasons, but the most important reason is that Erika is not quite sure how to change that delicious image in her head into a reality, and that is going to drive her absolutely insane.
*
“It’s so good to see everyone again, isn’t it?” Gakki says, and Erika tries not to stare at Gakki’s mouth, coated in some kind of sticky strawberry colored lip-gloss that smells amazing.
“Um, yeah,” Erika says, blinking twice to clear her head. “Well, I guess.”
Gakki pouts. “You don’t seem very enthusiastic.” The motion draws Erika’s eyes back to her lips, and the gentle curve of her jaw down to her collarbone, which leads down to… “Aren’t you happy to see me, Erika?”
“Very,” Erika says, clearing her throat. “You have no idea.”
Gakki’s tongue slips out of her mouth to moisten her lower lip, and Gakki grins at the flavor of the gloss. “Mmmm, strawberry,” she says, and Erika wonders if it’s suddenly gotten hotter in the room, or if it’s just her imagination.
“You have no idea,” she repeats.
*
The key to any woman’s heart is subtlety. Erika figures all it will take is a few gentle probes to see if Gakki even likes women, and if she does, well, Erika is hot, and it’s only a matter of time before she’s got Gakki in her bed, naked, licking chocolate sauce off Erika’s nipples while they play games with Erika’s favorite lavender vibrating strap on.
Only it doesn’t quite go according to plan. Gakki seems to slip out of her flippant questions and directed stares as easily as an eel through her fingers, and Erika hates eels, so she doesn’t really want Gakki to be acting like one.
She has managed to learn that Gakki’s not seeing anyone at the moment, but that had been an incredibly awkward conversation that had involved excessive bribes to Higa Manami in the form of shopping trips in exchange for her sworn vow of silence, and Erika can’t really afford to get all of her information second-hand like that.
*
Erika keeps making excuses to be alone with Gakki, but somehow it always works out that she gets stuck with Yamashita.
“Gakki, can you help me practice this scene?”
“Sure,” Gakki says, shuffling over so she can sit on the arm of the chair where Erika is sitting. “What part is this?”
“Episode three, scene 19,” Erika replies, sliding her arm behind Gakki and letting the limb linger heavy and warm against Gakki’s back. “Thank you so much for your help—“
“Yui!” Manami says, peeking her head into the longue. “We need you on set.”
“Oh, okay,” Gakki says, and then she looks apologetically at Erika. “Sorry, I’ve got to…”
“Of course,” Erika says, just as Yamashita walks in.
“I’m sure Yamashita will help,” Gakki says, and then she’s bounding off, and Erika’s arm feels really cold. Only she and Yamashita are left in the room, and the door swings eerily closed.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” Yamashita says. “I’m starting to think you’re up to something.”
“Shut up, Yamashita,” Erika says, and wishes looks could kill. Yamashita just shrugs.
*
Gakki’s got this way of smiling at Erika across the room that simultaneously makes her heart flutter and makes her wet. Erika’s not entirely sure how these two things happen at the same time, but she blames it on her hormones.
*
Erika enjoys the way Gakki’s fingertips graze the skin of her forehead as Gakki massages her temples. “What a terrible migraine,” Erika says.
“Does it feel any better?” Gakki asks, leaning down and pressing her cool hand against Erika’s warm cheek.
“Much,” Erika says, and she lifts her hand to catch a piece of Gakki’s hair between her fingertips. She rolls it between them, and then she’s wrapping the hair around a single digit, and Gakki is forced to come closer, until they’re breathing the same air.
“Gakki…” Erika starts, and then the piercing wail of a cell phone echoes through the air, and Gakki is deftly unwinding herself from Erika and pulling all the way back. Erika wants to scream.
“It’s my phone, sorry,” Gakki mumbles, and then Gakki is gone, chattering on the phone a mile a minute as she disappears around the corner.
Yamashita is staring at her, so she sticks out her tongue at him and makes a face. “What are you looking at?” she says, still frustrated with Gakki’s ability to escape.
“Oh, nothing,” Yamashita says, and then his hands are in his pockets, and he’s whistling as he walks away.
*
“Hey Gakki,” Erika says, stepping closer to stand beside Gakki, arm pressing against Gakki’s companionably. “You busy after shooting today?” Erika pitches her voice low and soft, like she does when she’s filming a sexy movie scene or playing a dangerous woman; these two things often go hand in hand, and right now she’s sort of playing both those parts.
‘Not really,” Gakki says, and she smiles at Erika, flashing her perfectly straight teeth, and Erika wants to kiss her way inside of Gakki’s mouth and see if those teeth feel as straight as they look. “Did you want to do something?”
“There’s this new bar down in…” Erika’s words trail off as Gakki starts unbuttoning her shirt, each undone button revealing a larger glimpse of the smooth pale skin of Gakki’s chest, the mouth-watering swell of her small soft breasts robbing Erika of her words. “There’s. Drinks. Let’s drink.” Erika says, and that’s not what she meant to say, honestly, but how is she supposed to think with Gakki nonchalantly stripping in front of her.
“Oh sure,” Gakki says, pausing in her blatant striptease to grin winningly at Erika. “I always have time for you. Where is the place?”
“Shibuya,” Erika replies, swallowing around the knot in her throat and ignoring the slow burn in her belly. “It just opened and it’s called—“
“Monkey Beach?” a woman’s voice says from behind them, and Erika turns around to see Ryo entering the dressing room, pulling her long hair out of its ponytail and smiling. “I read about it in the newspaper. I’ve been meaning to check it out!”
Gakki claps her hands excitedly. “Isn’t this great, Erika? We can all go try it out together!”
“Yeah,” Erika says, frustration like a tiger in her chest. “Great.”
“I’ll tell the boys,” says Ryo, retreating into the restroom with her jeans and a t-shirt. “I’m headed home now, I’m finished for the day. Shall we all meet around nine?”
“Yes,” says Gakki, still looking thrilled. “It’ll be so fun! We can all celebrate the start of filming the second season together!”
“We’ve been filming for weeks,” Erika mumbles. “We’re doing the fourth episode.”
“Better late than never,” Gakki says, and then she pokes Erika in the side. “What’s the matter? I thought you liked everyone.”
Erika grimaces, then nods. “Yeah, I do,” she says, and then she thinks about it for a second. “Mostly.”
Gakki rolls her eyes. “Let me go put on my scrubs and then we can head to set, alright?”
“Yeah,” Erika says, and her eyes can’t help but follow the gentle sway of Gakki’s hips as she retreats into the changing room.
*
Erika feels considerable more optimistic after a shower, and she’s put on a skirt she knows she looks hot in. It’s tight, it’s short, and it shows off all her best features, which, when she looks in the mirror, she knows is all of them.
Gakki, she thinks, won’t even be able to look at anyone else in the room. Not with Erika looking like this.
But when Erika arrives at the bar, complete with beach themed tables and drinks that come in sand buckets, she’s seated at the other end of the table from Gakki, too far away to even see her, let alone engage in a one-on-one conversation. Instead she’s stuck next to Yamashita, who keeps pouring her drinks and smolders at her smarmily in a way that probably drops straight girl panties. He’s too close, too, in her personal space, and he keeps asking her if she’s okay.
Finally, she excuses herself, stepping out in front of the bar and aching longingly for a jacket.
“I don’t want to have sex with you,” Erika says to Yamashita frankly when he walks outside the bar to stand next to her, lighting a cigarette. “You’re probably not used to hearing ‘no’ from the numerous women you seduce on a daily basis, but, well, no.”
He raises an eyebrow at her, and takes a puff of his cigarette. “I don’t do vagina,” Yamashita says, and then hands her the cigarette. “Have you been reading the tabloids again? You should know better than to believe everything you read, Toda. 'Friday' is not the news.”
She takes a drag, and blows the smoke out of her nose expertly. “I shouldn’t be surprised,” Erika says. “Not after all those sparkly scarves.” Yamashita laughs, loud, and some people standing on the street turn to look at them. “But for some reason, I am.”
“Well,” Yamashita replies. “The point is, I’m not trying to get into your pants.” He takes the cigarette back, and winces at seeing Erika’s lipstick on the filter.
“That would be futile, since I’m wearing a skirt,” Erika interjects, and Yamashita frowns.
“Also, you’re a kind of a bitch,” Yamashita says, and Erika puts her hands on her hips and turns to face him, face contorting into what she’s sure is an unattractive scowl. “I mean that in the best of ways, dear. But it’s the truth.” Yamashita licks his lips, and smiles.
It’s an unusual expression for her to see on his face-- at work, he’s always wearing his signature blank face, and when he’s playing Aizawa…well, she’s always kind of thought it didn’t take a lot of acting for Yamashita to pull off being an emotionless robot.
But looking at him now, with that mischievous expression lighting up his face, Erika can maybe, maybe, see why hundreds of thousands of girls hang pictures of him on their walls. “If I’m a bitch, what are you doing out here talking to me?” Erika asks.
“Because I like you,” Yamashita says. “You make me laugh. Or something. In a mocking way.” He drops the cigarette on the ground, and puts it out with the toe of his expensive-looking heeled black boots. “And I wanted to give you some advice.”
“What advice could you possibly have for me?” Erika says, pursing her mouth.
“Well, I wanted you to know that watching your half-hearted attempts to woo Aragaki into your bed are pathetic,” Yamashita says, and Erika feels her jaw drop. “Honestly, she is way too oblivious for this ‘subtlety’ shit you’ve got going on. You need to take the direct approach.”
“Oh yeah?” Erika counters. “What do you know about catching women, Yamashita?”
“Enough to know you’ll never get laid if they have no idea you want them to lay you.” Erika feels the scowl returning to her face, and she takes a deep breath to prepare for the reaming she’s about to give Yamashita about butting in to her business.
He seems to realize she’s gearing up for something, though, and he presses his index finger against her lips. “Shhh,” he says, and then gives her this cheeky little grin that makes her want to slap him. “I have a second bit of advice for you.” He pulls his finger from her lips and smoothes his thumb across her forehead. “If you keep making terrible faces like that you’ll wrinkle, and then Aragaki won’t want to have sex with you.”
“I hate you,” Erika tells him sharply, as he’s walking back into the bar, and he tosses her a casual wave without turning around.
“I like your skirt,” Yamashita calls out to her from the door. “It’s only gently screaming desperate.”
“Fuck,” Erika says. “I’m too hot for this.”
She hails a cab, texting Gakki that she’s headed home early. Gakki texts her a smiley-face back, and Erika wants to beat her head against the wall.
*
Erika looks in the mirror, when she get home, and she’s not sure if she’ll ever make any progress if she continues as she is doing now.
If it’s even worth continuing. Her pride might not be able to take it, she thinks.
Then she imagines Gakki’s dark eyes and long lashes, and the way Gakki moves when she thinks no one is watching, and she knows she can’t give up quite yet.
*
“Gakki, what are you doing?” Erika croaks, as Gakki leans against Erika’s back, breasts pressing into Erika’s shoulder blades and making Erika feel sort of dizzy. It’s usually Erika making these kinds of moves, so she doesn’t understand why Gakki is suddenly initiating physical touch.
“We’ve got a scene today where I hug you just like this,” Gakki replies, and her breath tickles Erika’s cheek, and makes face flush hot and embarrassed.
“Cut it out,” Erika snaps, leaning forward and breaking Gakki’s gentle hold. “We don’t have to practice that kind of thing.”
“Of course we do,” Gakki replies, sitting down next to Erika on the bench of the ‘locker-room’ set. “It’s not like you and I go around hugging each other off camera.”
“We could,” Erika says, and then wants to smack herself in the face. “If you wanted. I mean, since we are friends and not just co-workers. It would be…okay. You know. If you wanted to…hug it out, sometimes.”
Gakki is looking at Erika like Erika has four heads. “But you just pushed me away and told me to cut it out.”
“Well, there was no warning,” Erika whines, and Gakki leans forward and rests her chin on her folded hands.
“So hugs with warnings are A-Okay,” Gakki drawls, and Erika feels herself, if it’s possible, flush even harder.
“Well. Yes,” Erika squeaks, and Gakki smiles.
“I’m going to hug you now,” Gakki says, and all Erika can think about, as Gakki’s arms wrap around her again, is the soft lavender smell of her shampoo, and how delicious her curves feel pressed into Erika’s side.
When Gakki leaves to go film a scene with Yamashita, Erika sits on the bench, still, thinking back through the entire encounter with a sinking heart.
“Hug it out?” Says a voice behind her, and Erika turns around to see Katsumura standing there, arms crossed and forehead furrowed. “As your ‘senior doctor’, let me tell you, you are not winning any points.”
Erika narrows her eyes. “When’s the last time you had sex?” She snarks, and Katsumura wriggles his eyebrows.
“Yesterday,” he replies, and Erika buries her face in her hands. Great. Everyone's getting laid but her.
*
Erika sometimes wonders if this quest to have sex with Gakki is doomed. It’s often so pervasive in her thoughts she forgets her lines, and then Yamashita looks at her and judges her with his stupid hair and stupid face. (Admittedly, his hair is less stupid than it was last season, but his face is just about the same level of stupid.)
Then she has to fumble around for excuses for her mistakes, and looking at Gakki, then, with her hair pulled back like the sensible Dr. Shiraishi she is playing, her excellent figure shrouded in those awful blue scrubs that don’t do any favors for either of them, well... that’s a mistake she has to try not to make, because then all she can do is feel the heat pool in her belly, and lower, too. Erika would not put it past herself to have developed some weird doctor fetish, anyway. Maybe some weird ‘Aragaki-Yui-as-a-doctor’ fetish. She’s always been good at making herself miserable and sexually frustrated, why should things change now?
It’s for that reason she can’t meet Gakki’s eyes, and she tries not to grimace at the flash of confusion in Gakki’s eyes every time she avoids contact.
It’s just that she’s re-thinking this whole seduction thing, after all.
*
“What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird for weeks,” Gakki hisses, after she grabs Erika by the back of her scrubs and pulls her into the dressing room. “Did I do something to make you angry?”
“I want to have sex with you,” Erika blurts out, and then she slaps her hands over her mouth, feeling her eyes go round.
Gakki blinks at her, slowly, eyelashes stark against her face. Her mouth slides into a small frown, and then she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. “Oh,” she says, and Erika feels like her gut is all twisted into these terrible knots. “Well why didn’t you just say so?” Gakki says finally, sounding a little cross, and Erika feels all the breath leave her body in a massive exhale.
“Don’t you start,” Erika says.
“Well, you could have saved us both a lot of trouble if you’d just been upfront about it from the beginning,” Gakki lectures, straightening her back.
“You sound like Yamashita,” Erika says flatly. “'You’re too subtle' or 'you should just say what you want'.”
“Did he also tell you that your skirt last Thursday was really slutty?” Gakki’s moving closer as she talks, stepping into Erika’s personal space, breath warm and minty on Erika’s face.
“He said it 'gently screamed desperation',’” Erika replies, distracted by the way Gakki’s chest is pressing against her own through both sets of scrubs. Erika licks her lips with impatience, and Gakki smiles.
“Hmmm,” Gakki says, brushing her lips across Erika’s, and Erika gasps because Gakki’s lips burn, sending sparks straight down to her belly. “I liked it, though.”
Then Gakki’s hands are skimming up Erika’s sides, brushing up the sides of her breasts and living tingles in their wake, and tangling in Erika’s hair, ponytail holder sliding out of place easily at a sharp pull of Gakki’s fingers. “Yeah?” Erika manages to say as her own hands start to wander, settling themselves on Gakki’s hips, slipping under the navy-colored shirt to play with the soft skin there.
“The thing is,” Gakki says, as she leans in close to pull the lobe of Erika’s ear into her mouth, “is that I was a gravure model, honey.” She skims her teeth along the sensitive flesh, and Erika can’t fight the gasp it jerks out of her throat. “I’m not really used to subtle.”
Erika’s hands tighten on Gakki’s hips, gripping the flesh and pulling her even closer. They’re pressed together in every possible place, fitting so perfectly not even a whisper can fit between them. “In that case,” Erika says, lips fluttering against Gakki’s. “Let me be frank.” Erika tilts her head slightly to the side, and captures Gakki’s mouth.
It’s smooth, and wet, and so hot. Hotter than Erika had imagined in her dreams (and sometimes, when she was awake, too,) and it’s like kissing molten silk, slippery and sweet and perfect. Gakki’s hands tighten in her hair, and pulls, hard. Erika moans into Gakki’s mouth, and glides her hands up Gakki’s back, fingertips toying with the clasp of Gakki’s bra.
The thing Erika’s always like about girls is how soft they are, how the skin is supple and smooth, and how there’s padding in all the right places. Gakki is no exception—she’s slender, but when Erika squeezes, there’s give, and Gakki groans when Erika’s hands find their way to Gakki’s breasts, kneading them gently through Gakki’s bra.
“Too many clothes,” Gakki says, as her hands trail seductively down the back of Erika’s neck to linger at the fold of Erika’s turtleneck. “Hiyama’s such a prude.”
“She has a terrible scar on her chest,” Erika protests, even as she releases Gakki for the briefest of moments and pulls her arm inside the shirt so Gakki can tug it over her head. “Aren’t you paying attention to all the subplots, Gakki?”
Gakki quirks a smile, and pulls the turtleneck and navy over-shirt off with a quick upward tug, leaving Erika in her bra, and the navy drawstring pants that do nothing for her figure. Erika’s fingers quickly drop to the drawstring, untying it quickly and letting the pants drop to the floor too. She steps out of them and closer to Gakki.
“You’re so sexy,” Gakki says, letting her eyes travel up and down Erika’s underwear-clad body with appreciation. “That turtleneck is not your friend.”
“Tell me about it,” Erika says, as she reaches for Gakki’s scrubs. “Although, if I’d know you’d finally be getting me naked today I would have worn cuter underwear.”
Gakki laughs as she removes her own top, revealing a lacy dark purple bra that reveals more than it hides. “Doesn’t matter,” Gakki says, as her own pants fall. “They’ll be on the floor soon enough.”
Erika can’t resist anymore, and she’s rushing forward, pushing Gakki back and trapping her between Erika’s body and the counter. Gakki doesn’t look ‘trapped’ though—she looks absolutely delighted, and she proves it by leaning forward and wrapping her lips around Erika’s nipple through her bra. Erika can feel the heat of Gakki’s mouth as Gakki teases her nipple, and Gakki’s hand comes up to play with the other one, and Erika throws her head back in pleasure. She can only imagine how it will feel when the bra is gone.
When Erika looks down, she sees Gakki looking up at her playfully, lips rounded around her nipple and fringe falling into her eyes. “I love your new haircut this season,” Erika gasps out. “It really brings out the shape of your eyes.”
Gakki lifts her head to press her lips against Erika’s again.. Erika’s mouth opens under the assault, and their tongues tangle together as Gakki’s fingers hook in the elastic of Erika’s panties. “I love fucking women,” Gakki says, when they part for breath. “They always notice the little things.” And then Gakki’s hand is slipping inside Erika’s panties, sliding down the front of her and teasing her clit. “I notice the little things too.”
Erika desperately pushes their mouths together again, pressing Gakki against the counter until Gakki finally slides up onto it, sitting on the countertop and wrapping her legs around Erika’s thighs. “God, this took too long,” Erika says, as she unhooks Gakki’s bra. Gakki slides her now wet finger up to Erika’s mouth, and Erika sucks the digit in, tasting herself on Gakki’s finger.
“Then let’s make up for lost time,” Gakki says, half chuckling, half moaning at the feeling of Erika’s tongue swirling around he finger, and Erika laughs.
“Hell yeah,” she says, and then she pauses. “Actually, I’ve got this… lavender vibrating strap-on…”
“With you?” Gakki asks, one eyebrow lifting with curiosity. Erika nods. “Like, here on set?”
“Better safe than sorry,” Erika says, and then Gakki leans up and kisses her again.
*
“Been busy?” says a voice behind Erika, as she’s straightening the collar of her blouse, her scrubs in a pile beside her. “It smells like sex in here.”
Erika spins around, and Yamashita is standing there, leaning against the doorway, one hand on his hip and his face set in a strange expression that almost looks like a smirk.
“Yamashita, you scared me,” Erika says, and Yamashita raises an eyebrow in inquiry, as if to tell her she hasn’t answered his question. “This is the girls dressing room. And I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t,” Yamashita says, lifting his arms to cross them. “Finally got Aragaki? Tomo always does know best.”
Erika blushes, and it feels strange, but something about the look on Yamashita’s face makes her feel twelve. “What?”
“The UST was killing me,” Yamashita adds, and then he straightens as Erika struggles to compose herself. “Well, I’ve got to go,” Yamashita says. “I’ve got an exam tonight.”
“An exam?” Erika asks. “You make it sound like you’re a real resident or something, Yamashita. You do realize this is just a TV show, right?” Erika laughs. “What kind of exam could you possibly have?”
“A prostate exam,” Yamashita says, and he winks. “Jin doesn’t have work tonight.”
Erika feels her jaw go slack, but as Yamashita chuckles and walks away, Erika feels a smirk spread across her face. To each their own.
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my icon is mostly relevant. ;)
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Your misdirection-fic summary sounded epic, as well. XD
<3
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I loved PI ROFL XD And how stubborn Erika was. and yeah, basically everything (and you slipped Ryo in *_* I love her *_*).
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Also you just said "I loved Pi." I may put this day in my calendar.
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Pi is sassy.
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