They didn't know when it had started.

  Maybe the way Dionne was refusing to let Aruvia’s hand go, even after the performance was long over.

  She was never good at expressing her desires. Always opting to selfishly steal what she wanted, instead of simply asking for it.

  Even though Dionne had gotten much better at handling her impulsivity, it still shined through when she was stemming in anticipation. Physically unable to wait another moment then to get what she had so patiently waited for.

  That’s one of the things Aruvia despised about her. The arrogance mixed with self entitlement. Acting as if the whole world owed her for numerous sacrifices- like they all hadn't undergone the same exact training regimen.

  At least Dionne had the benefit of being biologically engineered to excel at it. The rest have to use their naturally cultivated talents and attributions, sculpted through years of effort and discipline.

  Though, when Dionne was pressed into her --expecting her promised reward for being so well behaved– it didn't seem to matter as much.

  She squeezed her hand tighter around Aruvia’s, testing how much she would allow. Even though Aruvia complained so openly about Dionne, she wasn't the most open shed either.

  But unlike Dionne, she took great pride and amusement in it.

  Dionne’s hands traveled to Aruvia’s back, tracing her fingers up her spine so it created an unsettling, repeating melody. Only stopping when they reached her shoulders, where she repeatedly pressed her thumb up and down Aruvia’s collarbone.

  Aruvia eyes lazily studied the scene, unfocused with half lidded oversight. Noting every time Dionne stopped, asking for approval with her eyes. Squirming impatiently when Aruvia would only halfheartedly nod, demanding full confirmation before continuing.

  “Come on, just tell me outright…” Dionne whispered, facing to the side. Shielding her pride by acting like her request was as trivial as passing over the salt.

  Suddenly sitting up, Aruvia grabbed and twisted Dionne’s neck so that she would face her again.

  “Then tell me what you really want.”

  “mmhhh..” Dionne grumbled, conflicted.

  "Come on, use your big girl words."

  After a moment of silent introspection, Dionne turned away again. Gripping Aruvia’s hand loosely, but still holding it near her.

  “I want to touch you..” She whispered.

  “What was that?” Aruvia asked tauntingly.

  There was no greater joy for Aruvia than withholding a prize to an undeserving child.

  Seeing the proud, top Idol who was so used to getting her way. Having to swallow her pride and lower her head before Aruvia, it was truly the most intoxicating feeling in the world.

  Dionne looked like she wanted to protest. To bite back with another one of her comments about how inferior Aruvia was compared to her— and how she would never even compare to her, no matter how hard she tried.

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  But she held her tongue. Aruvia really did train her well…

  "I want to touch you." Dionne said, more clearly now, still struggling to get the words out.

  Aruvia felt a giddy shiver run through her spine at the sheer embarrassment on Dionne’s face. She bit her finger to hold back a face splitting smirk, the corners on her lips betraying her.

  Even though Dionne was laying on top of her, Aruvia had all the power. The same Aruvia who was always infantilised for being small and fragile. Now had the big, strong, and terrifying Dionne at her complete mercy.

  This was more arousing than any physical infliction could ever dream to elicit.

  Without a word Aruvia relaxed her body, holding Dionne close and staring into the same eyes that witnessed her brother’s death.

  “Then do as you please.”

  Dionne got straight to work, not needing anymore confirmation. Utterly restless like a dog tearing into its treat, after having impatiently waited for it.

  Her tongue traveled down Aruvia’s collarbone, leaving a stinging, ugly heat in their wake. Finding its desired destination in a matter of mere moments; Her chest, where it didn't waste any time getting to work capturing Aruvia’s erect pink nub.

  Aruvia braced herself for the inevitable wave of pain— yet it never came, as Dionne tauntingly swirled her tongue around Aruvia’s areola. Deliberately avoiding her nipples as she fondled her chest.

  Like a newborn toddler Dionne was hungry, and tired of eating someone else's scraps. Her eyes were focused, almost predatory in their fanatical obsession.

  Slowly, she started humping against Aruvia’s knee. Not knowing what she was doing— only knowing that the friction felt really fucking good.

  Aruvia stared in disgust at the pathetic display, a weird kind of pride and satisfaction following it. She started pushing back, her knee jerking upwards to aid Dionne in her indulgement. Hearing the fulfilling groans of the usually monotone girl following it.

  Dionne’s body convulsed, ignoring her original objective for the benefit of her own pleasure. Like countless times before. Rubbing and pressing her damp pussy against Aruvia’s reciprocating knee. She didn't moan, that would be too human for her. Instead, she grunted like a machine about to explode. It felt like starting a chainsaw, every time Aruvia would push just a little bit harder.

  The whole exchange was like a weird dance. The steady rhythm of their joint panting created the beat on which they danced, moving in sync. Dionne tried to hold onto Aruvia’s hands for stability, and she put her arms around Dionne’s hips instead.

  Aruvia’s knee was getting wetter, Dionne was getting close.

  Dionne hadn't looked at Aruvia since she had forced her too. Her eyes rolled back, mouth grit in frustration and need. For once her eyes weren't giant saucers, but little fine lines that gave away exactly everything she was feeling.

  Well, it wasn't like it was hard for Aruvia to guess what Dionne was feeling before. It was just inconvenient to work off of vague actions she could never pinpoint the intentions of. Now everything was crystal clear, Dionne predicted Dionne would cum, and then carry on with her day.

  Forgetting all about the interactions, because to Dionne this wasn't sex. This was her, being low on sugar, and needing some sweet candy to quell her urge.

  At least that’s what Aruvia thought, but suddenly Dionne’s eyes were fixed on her. More accurately; her exposed chest.

  Dionne's tongue traveled across Aruvia’s chest, giving some attention to her other nipple. Aruvia jolted out of her introspection, clutching Dionne’s hair to steady herself.

  Aruvia bite her tongue to hold back the moan. Her whole body shaking with sensitivity, every touch and little motion feeling like a thousand needles pressing into her skin at once. Everywhere Dionne touched was warm, and not the comforting one.

  The harsh, invasive kind, like when you applied disinfectant. Stinging so badly— it was the only thing Aruvia could focus on.

  However, it was exactly why her body arched, leaning into Dionne’s touch for more.

  Two monsters, staring each other down with disgust. Thinking they were the victim and the other the hunter.

  One a mouse, and the other a cat.

  While in reality, they were both just stupid, ignorant, and human girls.