kinkfest | Punk-Rock Princess [Digital Devil Saga, Argilla/Jinana, NC17]

Title: "Punk-Rock Princess"
Author:

vilkacis
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: ...light bondage?
Word count: ~~way too freaking many~~ ~5100
Summary: Shin Megami Tensei: Digital Devil Saga, Argilla/Jinana: silk and lace - "Has there been anyone before me?"
A/N: No, that wasn't a last-minute claim at all, seriously! ...I have the distinct feeling that I've cheated on this one; it's reincarnation!fic, mostly because... those things don't exist in the Junkyard? Also: don't ask about the title. Just... don't.

The old school gym had been scheduled for demolition several years ago, but for some unknown reason it had never happened. The building still stands as it has for as long as she can remember, stout and dark, locked and seemingly forgotten. The replacement is just visible from here, a glittering many-windowed structure on a hillside, overlooking what would be a lush grove come spring.

Spring is a long way off, however, and the trees are dark, their branches heavy with snow and ice. It is the middle of winter and the snow covers everything, makes the world seem muffled and dreamlike. But that, too, is a form of beauty, or at least that is what she thinks. It surprises her a little, how many people claim to dislike the cold season.

But it is a cold season, and now that she's standing still, the air that initially felt cool and pleasant is starting to become considerably sharper and unpleasant.

She doesn't quite understand why Jinana has chosen this spot over any other location, but she doesn't quite understand Jinana either. There is something elusive about the girl, something she can not grasp even after all this time.

Which is not by any means a bad thing. It just makes it more fun.

Argilla stomps her feet absently, trying to work some of the chill from her bones, and there is a sharp click from the door behind her. It doesn't startle her as much as she might have expected, nor does it surprise her much when Jinana reaches out and pulls her inside and quickly closes the door behind her, turning an old and rusty-looking key in the lock.

Jinana had moved in from another part of the country a couple of years ago, and nobody had seemed to know what to make of her. The perpetually green-dyed hair and the tall, odd-coloured boots - one black, one red - were only a small part of what made her stand out. (Fred had chuckled and called her 'punk-rock princess' the first time they met. Argilla didn't really get it, but Jinana had not seemed to mind.) But most of all, there was an aura of elusive serenity that made her difficult to approach. Argilla was glad that she had found the courage to walk up and say hi on the first day. It was perhaps the best decision she had made in her life.

It had also been one of the more intimidating ones. Jinana was different. She may not be so frightening now, but she had been, back then. Everyone else in Argilla's class seemed compelled to wear something orange at all times - Argilla herself was no exception; this day it was a long scarf, wound tightly in multiple layers around her neck and pulled up over her mouth and nose to ward out the cold. But Jinana was never seen without something red, displayed prominently, regardless of the occasion. Even though it was a mere hue difference, it had always seemed much more significant. It still puzzles her to this day, that feeling, and the fact that she could never figure out why.

The red is muted in here, however, as is everything else. The gym is dark - not pitch-black, but enough that details and colours are hard to make out; light filters in through a row of narrow, grimy and snow-encrusted windows near the ceiling, creating a peculiar twilight feeling in the room.

But Argilla doesn't get much time to take in the surroundings before she finds herself gently but firmly pressed up against one of the wall bars, arms over her head.

"Did I keep you waiting?" Jinana asks, lightly brushing Argilla's lips with her own.

"A little." Argilla tries to lean forwards, but Jinana pulls back slightly, preventing the feather-light touch from becoming something deeper, and Argilla feels her smile. "How did you get in here?"

"I have my ways." The smile widens, very slightly. Jinana's smiles are always small, private, and Argilla thinks they look a little sad, even though she can't say why.

"Ways," she repeats. Jinana's body feels pleasantly warm against her, even through their clothes.

"Ways," Jinana confirms, leaning in ever so slightly. She has a firm grip on Argilla's wrists with one hand; the other gently starts unwinding the scarf from her neck. "I think you're lying. Your lips are cold. I'm sorry, it took me longer to get away than I had expected."

"Warm me up, then?" Not the most original line, but Jinana smiles again.

"I will." And as they kiss, Argilla is almost too distracted to notice her wrists being tied in place with her own scarf, securing them to one of the wooden bars. The material is multi-layered silk, heavy and thick, and will easily support her weight and more, but the bonds are not too tight and she may even be able to slip out of them if she gives it enough of an effort. That doesn't seem necessary, though, so she just purrs into the kiss as Jinana's hands slowly trace a path down her arms, shoulders, and finally settle at the small of her back. Squirms a little as Jinana's fingers slip in first under her jacket, then her shirt, and draw nonsense patterns on her skin; cold, but not uncomfortably so. Shivers when the touch disappears and Jinana starts unzipping the jacket - bad planning perhaps, she can't get it off now, but it might be more comfortable like that. The air isn't freezing in here - the building has great insulation - but it's still chilly, and the chill has seeped into the wood behind her as well.

By the time she has reached that conclusion, Jinana has already finished unbuttoning her shirt. Argilla shivers again as the garment falls open, allowing cool air inside. Jinana says nothing, but holds her until she stops, taking the opportunity to nuzzle the side of her neck at the same time. Jinana is an expert neck-nuzzler. Argilla squirms, but can't get away... not that she particularly wants to. She's getting warmer, so she can't blame the cold for that tightening sensation in her nipples... and certainly not for the slowly building heat in her stomach. Murmuring wordless appreciation, she stands on one leg and uses the other to pull Jinana closer against her. Jinana chuckles and tugs lightly at her ear with soft lips.

"I'm keeping you waiting again, aren't I?" she says.

"Mm, maybe... a little."

"We can't have that." Even as she speaks, Jinana is relieving her of her bra - or as close to it as possible, since she can't get that off entirely either. The clasp seems to open as soon as Jinana touches it, and she uses her teeth to pull the garment up... and keeps going, kissing a trail back up to Argilla's neck. Argilla writhes happily in anticipation.

"Tease," she accuses, and even manages to keep her voice steady this time.

"Shush you," Jinana retorts, and kisses her, which is a rather unfair tactic, Argilla thinks. (Also, she wishes Jinana would do unfair things like that a little more often.)

"Careful," she whispers as Jinana finally makes her way down to kiss her breasts, and for a moment she thinks she may have remembered something else, something that would have made sense of that warning, but she can't imagine what it could have been.

Jinana smiles, with her lips gently holding Argilla's left nipple. "I will be," she promises, before returning to the task at hand. Argilla isn't about to correct her; simply manages a wordless mmm of contentment. Jinana smiles again as she starts unbuckling her belt. Her fingers ease their way under the lining of Argilla's pants and start pulling the material down, but stop, and she backs off enough to make eye contact.

"You know, I have been wondering. Before, did you have anyone... else?"

Argilla just shakes her head, with a faint smile. "You?"

Jinana mirrors the gesture and gives a small tug, and Argilla's trousers drop.

"I like having you all to myself," she says, smiling softly as she nuzzles Argilla's stomach and eases a finger under the waistband of her panties.

"Likewise." Argilla can't keep her voice quite as steady. This is still new and exciting, quite a bit beyond stolen kisses in hallways when nobody is looking. She isn't sure exactly how it had started or when, only that it had seemed natural at the time and that it still seems natural now. About as natural as wearing the orange scarf now securing her hands over her head. She's not even sure where that idea came from - if Jinana had been planning it all along, or if the idea had only popped into her head just now. She'd be alarmed if it were anyone else, but this isn't anyone else.

"I'm all yours," Jinana says before easing the clothes over Argilla's boots and running gentle hands up and down her legs, a touch so light that Argilla not so much feels as senses it. And there's nothing she can do but wait, but each time Jinana's fingers pass over her thighs, they slip a little closer to her yearning sex, and with each pass she feels her body tense up in anticipation. Tense. Relax. Tense. Relax. Tense. Jump and let out a little squeak as Jinana slips a finger inside her, meeting little resistance because Argilla is oh so very ready for it.

Jinana waits until she relaxes again before letting a second finger join the first; paints slow, lazy circles with her thumb, as if trying to say that she could keep this up all night if she felt like it. And Argilla doesn't have much choice but to enjoy it. And oh, does she ever enjoy it. Jinana knows exactly what to do, when to do it, and she's putting the knowledge to good use; moving her fingers without any particular rhythm, keeping her guessing whether the next stroke will be quick or slow, deep or shallow. Her left hand has made its way back up to Argilla's breasts and is stroking, kneading, tugging, almost frustratingly gentle.

Argilla purrs, shifts her legs to give Jinana better access. The buildup isn't as slow as she's used to, both faster and somehow hungrier, and she's not sure why. Maybe it's because she can't move, can't retreat.

She closes her eyes. She can't see what's happening below anyway, all details lost in the shadows, but in her mind she can clearly picture Jinana's fingers entering her, then sliding out, glistening in the faint light. The image is every bit as arousing as the sensation itself. There's a familiar electric heat spreading through her body, and she can't keep from moving her hips as it grows stronger and stronger, a slow circular motion that Jinana matches perfectly without even seeming to take note.

Then suddenly, without warning, Jinana stops. Argilla pants and thrusts her hips up in frustration, but there is nothing there - she is just about to ask what happened when Jinana answers that question in a most satisfactory manner. Using her lips, but entirely without words.

Argilla sucks in a deep breath and grips the bar over her head, holding on so hard that she can feel her arms trembling, and lets out the air as an unsteady moan that turns into a little breathless laugh when Jinana brings her tongue into play. She arches her body out, away from the wall, and feels her toes curl, attempting to find purchase on the ground through the thick soles of her boots. All she can do is to try to remember to breathe, something that's getting more and more difficult as Jinana's fingers start moving again, stroking her belly and breasts, her thighs, her back.

Jinana certainly has 'ways'... with a lot of things. Argilla bites her lip to stifle a whimper.

"Don't worry," Jinana reassures her, her voice soft and sounding far-off, "no-one is listening."

In the end, that may be just as well, but Argilla doesn't remember afterwards if she made any noise or rode it out in silence. The next thing she knows, Jinana is standing again, holding her gently, and she leans down for a kiss. Jinana responds hesitantly, as always, but Argilla doesn't find the taste of herself on Jinana's lips offensive. The taste only makes it easier to picture what those lips were doing to her just a little earlier, and that image is only almost as hot as the sensation of Jinana's tongue stroking her. She wraps her legs around Jinana to pull her close, since she can't use her arms, and deepens the kiss. After a short while, she feels Jinana's hesitation melt away.

"Untie me," she whispers between kisses. "My hands are falling asleep."

Jinana reaches up and does something she can't see in the darkness above her head, and suddenly her arms are free. For a moment, she is afraid that she might fall, but then the moment passes and she finds that she is still held firmly in place, pinned against the wall bars. Slowly she lets her legs drop until her feet are back on the ground, and without taking her lips off Jinana's, turns them around until their positions are reversed, with Jinana's back against the bars. Jinana makes no move to resist as Argilla takes the scarf from her hand and loops it around her wrists.

"You're... cheating," she complains, as Argilla starts securing her hands to the bar, still without as much as an attempt to pull free.

"Yes," Argilla agrees, before she returns to the kiss, even as her fingers fumble above their heads. How did Jinana tie this so quickly, so efficiently? But eventually she is done, and she mirrors what Jinana did to her, running her hands down across Jinana's arms and over her shoulders, until her own arms fit nicely around Jinana's waist. "You had your fun. My turn now."

Even though she's the one helpless now, Jinana's smile is almost predatory. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"I could tell." She shrugs off her jacket, shirt and bra and begins to unbutton Jinana's shirt, one hand working the buttons, the other stroking her body through the fabric. Jinana growls and nips at her ear, but it's not enough to distract Argilla from her task, and the shirt - white and businesslike, in stark contrast with the beat-up leather coat she wears over it - soon hangs open, showing a thin strip of flesh. Argilla brushes it aside and kisses a path down Jinana's chest... stops, a little surprised.

"Oh? Just for me...?"

Jinana's bra is black, smooth - probably silk - and seems to consist of more lace than regular cloth. It's a little too dark to tell if Jinana is blushing, but there is definitely a note of uncertain embarrassment in her voice.

"Y... es. Do you...?"

"Like it?" Argilla can feel the small nub of Jinana's nipple through the sheer fabric and rubs her lips over it, feeling it harden in response. "Oh, yes." She gives it a little nibble, a flick of the tongue, and Jinana shivers, straining against her bonds.

"G, good..."

It has to come off, though. As fun as it is to tease Jinana this way, Argilla prefers the taste and texture of her skin. She reaches around for the clasp. Evidently designed for ease of operation, even in the dark, it comes open with a minimum of fuss and Argilla finds that the entire garment can be pulled off with ease. She thinks of something and smiles, something Jinana will feel rather than see, given where Argilla's lips are at the moment. "It's a little cold. Can I borrow this?"

Again, Jinana's voice comes out unsteady. "Uh... uh-huh." And Argilla takes her time putting it on, giving the best show she can in the darkness. There's not much of a size difference between the two of them, and it fits snugly, almost as if it were made for her.

"It's pretty comfortable." She runs her hands across her now-covered chest. A tiny fraction of Jinana's heat still lingers in the flimsy material, welcome now, and the fabric feels even softer there than it did against her lips and tongue. She steps up to Jinana and moves against her gently, dragging the texture of the lace across Jinana's breasts, and is rewarded with the sound of the other girl's breath catching in her throat.

"Do you like it?" she asks, most out of mischief, but Jinana only whispers her name and leans in to kiss her, and nothing more is said for a long time. In that period of silence, Argilla somehow manages to open Jinana's belt and the button on her trousers, causing the garment to drop and pool around Jinana's ankles. She lets a hand slide down the outside of a bare thigh, and finally breaks the kiss to devote her attention to Jinana's breasts. They're more sensitive than her own, it seems, so it's always fun to play with them. And while Jinana tends to do all sorts of clever things with her fingers, Argilla prefers using her lips and tongue and let her hands play a lesser part as a distraction on the side. She traces Jinana's spine with a finger even as she places little suckling kisses in circles on her breasts, not quite touching the nipples yet, and Jinana squirms and shivers, drawing a sharp breath. It's almost too easy.

She keeps going until it seems like Jinana is about to start humping her leg before she starts moving further down, leaving a trail of wet kisses. The panties match - silk and lace, utterly black. She mumbles "Pretty..." and continues her trail of kisses down the middle, and Jinana nearly squirms out of her grasp. The silk is moist, clings - Argilla wishes she had more light so she could see properly. But she can tell much by touch alone, and by sound. Jinana is making the most delicious little noises and she writhes and trembles every time Argilla kisses her. She could keep this up for a long time, but she feels like she has done enough teasing for now. She grabs the waistband between her teeth and pulls down until the flimsy garment clears Jinana's hips and falls on top of the trousers still pooled around her feet. She mimics what Jinana did earlier and helps her lover step out of the pile of clothes, and moves the stuff out of the way. Then she kisses a trail back up across Jinana's leg, from the back of her knee and up across the inner thigh.

Jinana's scent is one of arousal and need, and Argilla is only too happy to oblige. She lands feather-light kisses across the slick, heated flesh, runs a finger through the little patch of damp curls above. She had half expected this to be green as well, the first time, but it's brown - darker than her own, and made darker still by the moisture that slicks it against her skin. Jinana's excitement would be obvious, even were she not writhing and shivering and making adorable sounds when Argilla touches her. She is so responsive, so wet, and it seems like she almost comes the moment Argilla's tongue flicks across her sex. Amused, Argilla adds a little pressure and slides two fingers into that slick heat, pressing gently but firmly up against a particular little spot that usually proves so effective. And this time Jinana does come, so suddenly that it almost seems to surprises her as she rises on her tiptoes and arches up, pressing herself harder against Argilla's lips and fingers.

Argilla simply keeps moving until Jinana stops shaking, then pulls back to look up at Jinana's still-trembling body. She can just barely makes out the way her eyes are shut and how she bites her lip between short, sharp breaths that make her chest heave enticingly; the way her fingers are wrapped firmly around the bar over her head, right where Argilla was holding on a little while ago. She can understand Jinana's excitement from before, when their roles were reversed. There is something exhilarating about this situation, about one of them helpless, with the silken band around her wrists.

"More?" she asks, punctuating with a quick thrust of her fingers. Jinana jerks back, gasps and nods wordlessly, perhaps finding it difficult to articulate. It's oddly endearing, seeing her like this. Argilla giggles and presses a loud kiss on Jinana's tense stomach. "You're so cute. I could just eat you up."

"Yes," Jinana whimpers, "No. Yes."

"Not for real." And somehow the distinction matters, even though it's painfully obvious what she means. "I mean like this-"

Jinana's low, throaty moan is music to her ears. Jinana is usually quiet, but that only means that each little cry she lets out sounds so much sweeter. Determined to hear more, Argilla keeps going.

She is not disappointed. Jinana's reactions are perfect, right up until the end. She could go on forever, but it is becoming increasingly obvious that Jinana can't - she can't see, but she feels it, in the soft convulsions beneath her tongue, in the exquisite tension in Jinana's legs. Close, so very close. This is the part she likes best, when Jinana's movements become erratic, when she can feel the muscles in her belly and thighs tremble with exertion. She's made a game of it, competing with herself, trying to see just how long she can keep Jinana hovering there at the brink before the gentlest of nudges sends her over the edge. However long it is, it never seems quite enough, and this time it seems more difficult than ever. All it takes is another little prod of her tongue before she feels that wonderful tension peak out and knows that she has just lost at her own game - but it's still the best kind of 'loss' she can imagine.

Despite her encouraging words before, Jinana is quiet as she comes. Argilla hears only the slight noises of flesh against slick flesh and their breathing: her own calm now, Jinana's held for several seconds and then let out and quickly sucked in again in a manner that almost sounds like a sob. But she doesn't make a vocal noise until afterward, when she laughs breathlessly and begs to be released, almost feverish, "Let me down, I want to hold you, let me down-" And when Argilla releases her, she does just that, wrapping her arms around Argilla's neck and leaning heavily against her; seemingly lacking the strength to do anything else.

Argilla relieves Jinana of her coat and eases them down on top of it. Now for the first time she wishes they were in a bed, but they just curl up to the best of their ability on the coat and Argilla's jacket, pulling their clothes around themselves for warmth as the sweat starts to cool on their bodies.

"I'm sorry," Jinana says after a while, lips moving against Argilla's shoulder, "this isn't very romantic, is it."

Argilla chuckles. "This is more than enough."

"You would say that." Jinana's laughter is calm and serene. She runs a finger in a straight line from a point on Argilla's forehead, across the left brow and skipping across the eye, down to her cheek. It's a familiar gesture. It was familiar even the first time it happened. Argilla doesn't mind; little things like that pop up every now and again. "Hm. But I am glad to hear it."

"I'm glad you're glad." That seems to end the conversation, but they're still a little too excited to just lie there in silence just yet. She tries to come up with a topic of conversation, and one readily suggests itself. "You liked this." The scarf is still tangled around Jinana's wrist, but she pulls it off and brushes one end of it across Jinana's cheek. Jinana smiles.

"Yes. But it looks better on you. Not my colour."

"I'll buy a red one for next time." Argilla drapes the cloth across Jinana's shoulders. "But. I think... it looks good on you. I'd like-" It's not just the way Jinana's fingers draw random patterns across her back that distracts her. She had something there. A thought. An impulse. Something. Something. And maybe, maybe it was once important.

"Like?" Jinana wonders, even as her fingers continue to work their magic. Argilla shivers against her, but it's not because of the cold and not entirely because of the way Jinana is touching her either, and shakes her head.

"I don't know. But I like the colour on you."

Jinana chuckles. "If it's that important, I'll consider it."

Argilla kisses her, because there is nothing more she can say. And much later, when she finally has to come up for air, she rests her head on Jinana's chest and listens to her heartbeat. It's calm and regular, like always; soothing and comforting. They remain like that for a long time, and it's not until Jinana nudges her shoulder and asks if she's falling asleep that Argilla starts to wonder what time it is.

"Almost," she says, and she does indeed feel sleepy. "Is it late?"

"Maybe."

"So..."

"We shouldn't sleep here."

Silence.

"I'm comfy here. You did say I could have you all to myself."

"But still."

Argilla grumbles. "Five more minutes?"

Jinana laughs softly. "That only works on Fred. You don't want them to get worried, right?"

"...yeah."

It's a chore to get up. She's heard that only guys are supposed to fall asleep after sex, but it feels like such a natural thing to do, to just to drift off together. Jinana is right, though; this isn't the best place to sleep. The air is still chilly, and technically, someone could come barging in here at any time. She rolls off Jinana and sits up, reluctantly, and starts sorting through their discarded clothes for the ones that belong to her. Everything is dusty - that's the downside to abandoned buildings - and she brushes off her bra as well as she can before remembering that she's still wearing Jinana's. She moves to take it off, but Jinana stops her.

"Why don't you keep that. It looks good on you."

Argilla blushes, and hopes it's not too visible. "Well..."

"Really good." Jinana cups her breasts and uses her thumbs to draw gentle circles around her nipples through the lace. Argilla's body responds, and she whimpers, not willing to pull away, but too tired to go for another round.

"Mercy," she begs, "I'll take it, just..."

Jinana bends two quick, forceful kisses on her breasts - left first, then right - before pulling back and letting her hands drop. Argilla thinks her grin looks a bit smug.

"Poor thing. You do look a little worn out."

Argilla hmphs and gives her a look that might hopefully pass as a glare in bad lighting, but it's really more of a you're hopeless expression. "Well, aren't we pleased with ourselves..."

Jinana just sticks her tongue out and laughs. Then she bends and retrieves something, gives it a good shake and a brush of her hand before holding it up. Small and black. "You should take these, too."

Argilla sighs. "If it makes you happy." Even though it'll be hard to explain all that lace when laundry day comes around.

"Oh yes. Verrry happy," Jinana purrs, with the sort of tone that suggests that the thoughts she's entertaining are happy indeed, and possibly illegal in several states. Argilla simply steps into the proffered lacy panties and lets Jinana pull them in to place. The silk is still a bit moist and feels cool against her - that is, cool until Jinana decides to warm it up with a quick but heated kiss that makes her squeak in a most undignified manner.

"Sorry," Jinana offers as she straightens up, without the slightest hint of remorse. "They suit you, though."

Argilla doesn't answer, but she helps Jinana secure her bra - Jinana is a lot better at getting those things off her than she is at putting them on - and brushes off her old white cotton underwear as best she can before handing them over. Jinana giggles as she takes them, as though at a private joke only she understands, and Argilla shakes her head. Sometimes, she really doesn't get how Jinana's mind works.

With everything back in place, they clasp hands as they head outside once more. The key turns easily in the lock, and the door swings open with a disturbingly loud creak. The air is crisp and cold, and Argilla hunches her shoulders inside her jacket, suddenly glad that she didn't talk Jinana into keeping the scarf. She'll need it on the way home.

The moon had not yet risen when she first arrived here, but now it stands high into the sky, and she realises that it's been longer than she expected. Time has a tendency to run away when they're together. It's not entirely a bad thing.

"Couldn't you come over to our place for a while? We could... I don't know. Listen to some music. Something."

Jinana shakes her head. "Not today. I think I was expected back home a while back."

"Oh."

"Tomorrow? Ten, eleven, ish?"

Argilla smiles, nods. Uh-huh. Jinana smiles back and presses her lips against her cheek lightly, a surprisingly chaste gesture. "Don't worry," she says before she slips away, out of reach. "I'll see you later. Be safe."

Always be safe, never goodbye. Argilla doesn't know why, but that's another thing she likes about Jinana.

"You too," she says, waving. She will not tell Jinana goodbye either.

Jinana leaves the key in the door. Perhaps someone will find it, perhaps not. It doesn't matter. They won't be back here. The next time will be different.

Argilla doesn't look back as she turns away and heads down the path that will take her home.

The house is bright and warm and full of noise as usual. Heat and Cielo are arguing over what to watch on TV in the living room. Gale and Jenna are having a 'meaningful' study session in the kitchen. She doesn't draw attention to herself as she hangs up her jacket and kicks off her boots.

Serph is the only one who knows. She has no idea how. Nor does she particularly care, or for that matter, mind. It's another of those things that just are. "Take care of her," he says softly as she passes him in the doorway. Argilla smiles, but doesn't stop to talk. She's going to occupy the shower before the loser from the TV debate gets to it, and after that she's heading straight to bed.

Tomorrow is another day. She intends to make the most of it.