Been meaning to write a t-fic of these two
switch!mashiro switch!sora
Sora pushed herself way too hard. She had another one of her nightmares again, where she loses Mashiro and it's all her fault. So in the middle of the night, she got up and trained until the crack of dawn. She was even still insistant to go on her morning jog but when Mashiro saw her condition, Mashiro dragged Sora back to her room. They had a good conversation about it, tackling their worries. Sora stretched only to feel a pain in her back. She pulled a muscle that night and didn't take care of it. That's when Mashiro offered to give her a back massage to ease the pain. Sora at first, denied it, stating she already asked too much of Mashiro, but Mashiro was insistant.
The blue-coded hero in training laid down on the bed on her stomach and closed her eyes. Mashiro began getting to work and felt joy when she heard Sora's sighs of relief. What she didn't expect was a semi violent jerk when kneeding the back of her ribs.
"Sora, are you okay!? Did I hurt you!??!" questioned the pastel pink clad girl.
Sora reassured she was fine, but Mashiro picked up on the nervousness in her voice. Mashiro frowned for a little bit, worrying that she actually did hurt Sora. She continued, doing her absolute best to make up for whatever blunder she thought she made. She focused so hard that she genuinely didn't notice Sora's giggling for a couple seconds.
"Mahahashiroho" giggled the skylandian.
Mashiro was in shock. Sora was ticklish? NO WAY!!. Mashiro contemplated not doing what she was about to do, but this was just too good.Mashiro pretended not to notice and kept on "massaging" her partner's back. Taking note of all the places that made Sora, jump, giggle, wiggle and squeal. Was Sora always this cute? thought the pink cure.
"YOHHOUREHE JUHUST" Sora shrieked when Mashiro kneaded her fingers in the skylandian's upper back.
"Just what?" the pink haired teen, acting innocent.
"TICKLING MEHEH" the blue haired teen laughed.
"What's that? You want me to tickle you? Well I'm already doing that silly!"Mashiro teased, blowing a raspberry in the center of Sora's back. Sora howled and thrashed Mashiro off her.
Mashiro flopped over on the other side of the bed.
"That was fun! Alright let me..." Mashiro started before Sora pinned her down. Sora wiggled her finger with a menacing expression.
"Hold ohon let's have a cohonvehersahahtion" Mashiro giggled nervously, trying to wriggle away from her blue clad partner.
"Accept your fate, Mashiro"Sora insisted before all her ten fingers began attacking Mashiro's stomach. The reaction was immediate, Mashiro let out a screech so loud Tsubasa fell off the house. Mashiro's laughter was so bubbly and so sweet to Sora, she couldn't get enough.
"IHIM AHAHA SOHREHEHEHE" laughted Mashiro. Sora decided to be a little mean. She lowered her head to Mashiro's stomach, keeping eye contact as she did so. Mashiro desperately tried to get away but Sora was leagues stronger. The young hero began gently nibbling on Mashiro's stomach to test the waters. When she heard a snort, Sora began nibbling a little more aggressively, adding "nom", sounds as she did so. The blue cure' hands found its way to Mashiro's hips. This is where Mashiro thought she was going to combust and die. Mashiro in an attempt to save herself, squeezed at Sora's sides. Sora almost doubled over, Mashiro used this to wriggle away. Mashiro shoved Sora over and tickled Sora's sides. Sora gripped at her partner's hands and threw her head back with laughter.
Yoyo entered the room holding a just as curious Elle.
"You girls do know there are other residents in this household."the old woman addressed.
That got the two to stop.
"Poor Elle awoke when I heard Mashiro's scream of death" Yoyo said, patting the baby on the back.
The two teens apologized and as Yoyo was about to close the door on her way out she said.
"Mashiro alway melts into a puddle of goo when you get her neck. Between you and me, she likes to be tickled there" admitted Yoyo.
"Grandma!" yelled Mashiro before Sora tackled her over, assaulting her neck with scribbles and raspberries.
Soon the duo would drift off, tired from their scuffle with each other. At least Yoyo could get a little peace and quiet for a little while.
