You're Mine

By the time Indigo had gotten to her house, it was at 12. Of course when Sugarcoat heard Indigo knocking she didn't expect the book she reading to be so long. Setting the book aside, the long icy-white haired girl made her way to the front door and opened it. Letting the athlete inside before she shut the door and made her way over to the couch, sitting down beside her lover and placing the book aside. Marking her page first before turning her attention to Indigo. Indigo looked just as nervous as Sugarcoat did.

Well, at least they were on the same page during this whole thing.

It took a moment for Indigo to find her voice before she was able to speak with Sugarcoat, but it seemed like it was going to be harder than expected with Sugarcoat gazing down at her hands and then the floor. She had to admit, as much as she was worry about Sugarcoat, the house did look nice.

There were pictures hanging on the wall, some picturing Minty and Bistro when they were younger and one showing them in their wedding clothing. Some showing a much younger looking Sugarcoat with either Bistro or Minty. The one picture which got Indigo's attention was the one showing the couple holding a newborn Sugarcoat, and Indigo admitted that Sugarcoat looked cute as a baby.

The carpet on the floor was a shade of red, covering the wood floor, and holding the coffee table so the floor wouldn't get marked up and such. A vase of flowers smacked down on the small table, a cup of water not far from it. Even the table had a small cover on it, underneath the vase so water wouldn't drip onto the table and make a mess.

Walls of the house were light-blue, supporting some photos of the old days before and after Sugarcoat was born, and Indigo was just amazed how different both of her parents looked back then. Of course the walls looked like they had been painted over a few days ago before school had ended, but maybe they just had that effect on them.

It was a wonder how many floors the house actually had.

"Nice house," Indigo broke the silence between them. Her sight avoiding Sugarcoat's eyes. "Have you always lived here?" Stupid question but it was a start.

"No," Sugarcoat shook her head. "We moved here when I was seven."

Back to the silent treatment once again. This time, Indigo swore things weren't going to be picking up again. A quick glance at the clock and it read 12:10. Great. They been sitting in silence for who knows how long? Biting her lip, Indigo shook her head before opening her mouth to speak, but Sugarcoat beats her to it.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you," Sugarcoat's voice is unclear but Indigo could hear everything in her voice. Not including the knowing about what happened. "I just needed to think."

It takes a lot for Indigo not to scoff.

"It's fine, Sugar. Honestly, I don't think you need to worry about anything." Indigo admitted to her. "Look, before you go saying what you need to... I know what happened."

"...You do?" Sugarcoat blinked, turning her head to face Indigo. A clear almost worried look coming on her face in a second too soon. "You know what happened and you didn't bother to even tell me that you knew all this time?"

There's anger coming into her voice and Indigo knew this would've happened. The truth can be painful but it was a good way to get the needed conversation out of the way in a flash. The silence comes back again before Indigo finds the right set of words to say without making Sugarcoat more angry than needed.

"I guess it's not the way you wanted to find out, and I get that," Indigo told her. "But, the day Emerald went over to talk to you, he had a call with Lemon and we were listening to it all. Yeah, I was beyond pissed Colt kissed you, but we figured he didn't come up with it."

"But you're still mad at the whole thing."

There was no way she couldn't bring herself to say otherwise as it was clear as day she still was angry about that, but she was going to live it all. Indigo just needed to convince Sugarcoat that she was getting over it one by one until it all disappeared from their minds.

"No doubt I am, but it's in the past right now," Indigo smiled, putting her forehead on Sugarcoat's. "Really, I'm over it all, yet I am still mad a little. But, hey, no use in remembering it right now. Emerald said he would talk with Colt the other day after the movies when Lemon called him up."

Sugarcoat gave her a look. "You're still going to kick his ass, aren't you?"

"Whatever you want." Indigo beamed before giving her a kiss. "Out of wonder, who kisses better? Me or him?"

"Why the hell are you asking me this?" Sugarcoat groaned, rolling her eyes.

Indigo shrugged, pulling away from her face. "Because I want to know, and I would be lying if I said our friends didn't ask me to find out."

"Remind me to give them a big ass lecture," Sugarcoat frowned before Indigo gave a small laugh. "It's not really funny, Indigo."

Rolling her eyes, Indigo gave her girlfriend a smile before leaning back on the couch. Looking around again, and everything was in its place, like it had been a few minutes ago before they began talking. All the pictures, the carpet, the table, and the cup.

The couch against the back wall with the medium sized TV backed up in front of the couch. Turned off with the remote near the cup of water.

"Don't mind me asking, but why did you move?" Indigo asked.

"My dad... he bought this restaurant from his friend for a reasonable price," Sugarcoat began explaining. "He figured it would be easier moving closer to the restaurant instead of staying where we were before. It was also closer to the school I was going to before CPA came along."

Indigo nodded. "I'm guessing they figured it would be nice for you to enroll in CPA also? That why they didn't need to go searching for another school for you?"

"Yes, as well as that." Sugarcoat nodded. "It was a lucky strike for him, as my mom and I liked the house and he didn't think twice before buying the house."

For another few minutes, they talked until Indigo stole another glance at the clock. 12:30. She really didn't plan on leaving Sugarcoat alone after they just got back to talking to each other again. It was a quick ask for them to watch TV or something before Indigo wanted to leave, and it only took a few moments before a couple of kisses were happening.

They started off slow and steady, and slowly moved into more passionate and a bit more fast. Indigo's hand reached down Sugarcoat’s side, to the hem of her shirt, and slid underneath, feeling the bare skin on her fingertips. The touch made Sugarcoat shudder and snaked her hand around Indigo’s neck. They both pulled back for air, then closed the distance only milliseconds after.

Indigo didn’t know if she was doing any of this right, but each moan from the icy white haired girl only gave her the reassurance to keep going. She reached further up her chest, cupping a breast with the fabric of Sugarcoat's bra acting as a barrier.

Without any words, Sugarcoat pushed herself against Indigo’s hand, begging for more. Indigo broke the kiss and went down to her neck leaving light kisses and nips while both her hand arms reached around the other girl’s back to unhook her bra and toss it to the side. Now the only thing in the way was Sugarcoat’s shirt. Indigo was pulling the clothing over Sugarcoat's head. She dropped the garment on the floor and Sugarcoat's hands tugged at Indigo's shirt, telling her to do the same.

Indigo reached down and removed the garment, throwing it to the side of the bed, and unhooked her own bra. She let it slide down her shoulders as she lowered herself and Sugarcoat down the couch, their bare chests only inches away from contact.

Indigo simply stared at Sugarcoat, and Sugarcoat back to Indigo.

Sugarcoat wanted Indigo to keep going, but held back to keep herself from sounding too needy. Indigo wanted to continue, but didn't know if Sugarcoat wanted to keep going on with this. Remembering how she didn't give the girl a say during their first time in the Locker Room.

"Do you want to keep going?" Indigo asked, though it sounded like a stupid question considering how they had already done this before. "I just don't wanna force you into this, though we've done this already."

To answer her question, Sugarcoat brought Indigo's face in for another kiss. This prompted the other girl to lower herself gently, making that much needed skin upon skin contact they both craved. Sugarcoat’s breath hitched in her throat and shuddered.

The sensation was electrifying.

Pulling away from the kiss, Sugar looked at Indigo. "That answer your question?"

"...Yes." Indigo smirked before giving her another kiss.

She reached up to Sugar’s chest and firmly kneaded her breast, causing her to release a few moans. Upon hearing sounds of satisfaction in her lover’s voice, Indigo brushed her thumb over a nipple. She slowly circled over it, releasing small whimpers from the other girl.

The growing arousal from both girls left them hungering for more. It wasn't enough.

Sugarcoat swallowed a lump in her throat as soon as Indigo placed her hands on the hemline of her skirt(and the leggings she was also wearing) and removed the clothing, slowly revealing those creamy white thighs.

Her breath grew shallow with every inch the skin below her waist became exposed. Her skirt and leggings were around her knees, then to her ankles. Sugar kicked them off and Indigo focused her attention on pleasing her.

Indigo ran her hands up and down Sugarcoat’s thighs, caressing with the most gentle care. The icy-white haired girl shivered at the touch. She could've finished right then and there. If this was how she felt when Indigo simply touched her skin, she couldn't imagine how she would manage if the other went down there.

Through lidded eyelids, Indigo hesitantly ghosted her fingers across the slit of Sugarcoat's underwear, causing the other girl to gasp and twitch slightly. She was soaking, and the simple contact flared up Indigo's wants. She couldn’t believe it. Sugar was wet, for her, and it only ignited a certain drive within the other girl.

It would be tortuous to tease the younger girl with ghosted touches and soft caresses. But Indigo wanted Sugarcoat to remain in a state of bliss for as long as she could.

With gentle fingers, the sporty girl hooked her thumbs on the waistband of Sugarcoat’s panties and pulled them down her legs. Through this, the best she could, Indigo wanted to reassure Sugarcoat everything would be okay.

Once the garment reached down to her ankles, Sugar sucked in a breath. Every inch of her body was exposed, and while she trusted Indigo to do anything to her, couldn’t help but grab the blanket that was resting on the couch and try to hide herself away.

But Indigo stopped her and Sugar loosened her grip. She no longer needed to hide herself anymore.

Wasting no time, Indigo slowly pushed a finger in, then another, causing Sugarcoat to cry out. Warmth kept flooding out as the athlete pumped her fingers at a steady pace. She could smell the arousal and Sugarcoat rolled her hips forward to gain that much needed friction.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, Sugar fisted the blanket on the top part of the couch, shutting her eyes tight, and biting her bottom lip.

When Indigo pulled out, Sugarcoat whimpered, absolutely begging for the athlete to continue. But Indigo, trapped in heated desire, just stared at her coated fingers. Under arousal, heat, and passion, Indigo took her fingers and began sucking on them.

Sugar watched, unable to protest at what was going on. Her heart pounded at the sight.

The taste was oddly sweet, maybe a hint of sugar in there? And completely from Sugar. After sucking her fingers clean, Indigo hungered for more. She wanted to taste more of Sugarcoat.

Indigo positioned herself down the icy-white hair girl’s stomach, planting butterflies kisses as she continued to move downward. When she made her way to the junction between the other girl’s legs, Indigo lightly nipped the inside of her thighs, simultaneously gliding her nose across.

Unsure of how else to continue, Indigo looked up, but found delicate, caressing fingers tangle in her hair. Sugar wanted this. Badly.

Fulfilling her lover’s needs, Indigo kissed Sugarcoat's folds, then pushed her tongue inside her throbbing need. Sugar’s breaths came out more ragged and harsh. The hand delicately placed on Indigo’s head quickly fisted in her hair, wanting to push deeper.

Each gesture only encouraged the blue haired girl to quicken the pace. Soft whines and whimpers calling out Indigo’s name escaped Sugarcoat’s lips as the other girl progressively moved her tongue faster.

Indigo was being rough, darting her tongue in and out of her entrance, lapping at her juices that continued to drip out.

"Ahhnn…"

Indigo stilled Sugarcoat's thighs to keep them from trembling. The hand that was fisted in the athlete's hair loosened itself and found its way to Indigo’s hand at the side. Sugarcoat grasped it, interlocking her fingers with the other girl’s. Her other hand ran down her face, muffling herself to keep anymore noises from escaping.

But Indigo just kept going, her tongue buried itself as far as she could go, taking in Sugarcoat raw all around her. The other girl’s locked fingers squeezed Indigo’s hand like a lifeline. She wanted to have something physical to hold onto to remind herself this was real and not just another far off dream.

She could feel her walls tighten, climax approaching, prompting the icy-white haired girl to tightly press her hand against her mouth.

With one last tortuously long lick, Sugarcoat came undone. Arching her back, she released a muffled scream behind her hand.

As Sugarcoat came down from her ecstasy, she felt Indigo pull herself away from in-between her legs. Indigo wiped away the remaining arousal on her face and went up to pepper kisses on Sugarcoat’s shoulders, then on her face.

"You okay?" Indigo asked after a while. Seeing Sugarcoat trying to keep her breath steady.

"Yes, I'm fine," Sugarcoat breathed heavily. "I just need a few moments."

Indigo brightly smiled. "Take all the time you need."

And she did. Oh, how she needed those moments before she felt her eyes suddenly become heavy, but she kept herself from shutting her eyes. She would need to clean up after and no doubt spry the air to get rid of the scent of sex again.

But she would deal with that after she managed to get her breathing under control again.