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Fine Fascination

Soifon was only in the mid process of waking up. She was still lost somewhere between sleep and consciousness; far enough into her slumber to feel completely relaxed but aware enough to appreciate the softness of the large bed she was currently lying in. She was also aware enough to feel mildly jealous that her own bed was nowhere near this comfortable.

She turned her head and pressed her face into the overstuffed pillow, smiling lazily while she did so. Her mind hazily drifted to thoughts of her own bed; cold and empty, narrow and uncomfortable, and situated in a small under furnished room. It was the antithesis of the room she was currently in. She couldn't actually believe her own luck. She hadn't exactly been what Soifon was looking for all those months ago, but she had turned out to be exactly what Soifon had needed.

She was dimly aware of the presence next to the bed; but only opened her eyes when she felt a hand brush over her head. She twisted round, the bed sheets tangling in her legs, and an arm ended up stuck behind her. She cracked open her eyes, winced against the light, and then rubbed at her eyes with her free hand.

"Good morning," Yoruichi's now familiar silky smooth voice said.

"Uh, what time is it?" Soifon asked, keeping her hand over her eyes.

"It's time to get up!" She sounded entirely too cheerful for the morning.

Soifon groaned and rolled over, pulling the sheets up to her chin as she did so. "It's too early," She complained. "Another five minutes."

"Lazy," Yoruichi rebuked, though Soifon could hear the humour in her voice. "If you want a shower then you're going to have to get up now. Besides, I have to go to work soon; so you need to get your lazy ass up."

With another groan Soifon kicked the sheets away from her and sat up, just in time to see a flick of bright purple exiting round the bedroom door. Slowly Soifon managed to extradite herself from the comfort of Yoruichi's bed, her feet landing lightly on the thankfully heated floor. She shuffled her way towards the bathroom, yawning as she went, trying to fight off the last vestiges of sleep.

It didn't take her long to shower, though she usually liked to linger since it was rare that she had the opportunity to. In her own house there was always someone queuing to use the bathroom, so there was a general rule to do whatever you need to do quickly and then get out. At least, that's how it had been once, but old habits were hard to break and Soifon still found herself rushing through her bathroom routine. Yoruichi never seemed to mind how much time she spent in the bathroom, nor question how much hot water Soifon was using while she was in there.

Soifon figured that Yoruichi could afford it. Her apartment was huge, stylishly decorated and decked out with all the latest gadgets. Not to mention that Yoruichi always seemed to be dressed in the latest fashions and all of her clothes were designer. Sometimes Soifon wondered exactly how much money Yoruichi must earn to live her high expenses lifestyle. Not that Soifon would ever ask, part of their arrangement was that they didn't ask each other these questions.

And that was just the way Soifon liked it, even if she was sometimes curious about certain aspects of Yoruichi's life.

She padded across the tiled floor; her towel secured tightly around her, and made her way to the sink. The mirror was fogged up and she used her forearm to wipe away the condensation. She frowned at her own reflection, turning her head slowly from side to side and then tilted it back; there was small bruise etched onto her collar bone. With a shrug she turned on the faucet and stole Yoruichi's toothbrush.

Soifon's feet thudded on the wooden steps of the narrow spiral staircase as she made her way down, buttoning up her shirt as she went. She headed for the kitchen knowing that Yoruichi would be there, and sure enough she found Yoruichi leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in hand.

"That was quick," She commented with a slight smirk. "For you."

Soifon shrugged. "You said you needed to go to work."

"Yeah, but I didn't expect you to care," She sipped at her coffee. "There's time for breakfast if you want anything."

"Too early," Soifon said making her way over to the coffee machine to make herself a cup. She could feel Yoruichi's eyes on her as she poured a mug full. "Something wrong?" She asked, turning round to face Yoruichi.

"Nothing," Yoruichi replied.

Soifon sipped her coffee, watching the older woman over the rim of her mug. Yoruichi was dressed smartly in a gray suit, her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail and she was wearing a light amount of makeup. It wasn't an unusual look for her, the first time that Soifon had seen her she had been dressed similarly.

"Not want any milk?"

Soifon shook her head. "Coffee tastes better black. Especially proper coffee like this, not the piss poor instant crap."

Yoruichi smiled at that. "Who'd have thought you were such a connoisseur of coffee," Her head tilted to the side for a moment as she looked at Soifon, as though she was considering a puzzle. She set her mug down on the counter top behind her and then crossed the moderate sized kitchen. "Hmm, you're shirt is creased." She said tugging gently on the hem of the offending garment.

Soifon couldn't help but shrug again, "Doesn't really matter."

"You should try to look smart," Yoruichi told her. Her hands brushed across Soifon's shoulders and then down her arms. "If you're staying over's going to be a regular thing then maybe you should leave some clothes here. That way when you leave you won't look like such a scruff."

"Maybe you shouldn't have chucked my clothes across the room."

A slow smirk crawled up Yoruichi's face. "You weren't taking them off fast enough," her hands cupped Soifon's face and she pressed her lips against Soifon's.

Soifon couldn't help but gasp slightly at the feel of Yoruichi's full lips enveloping her own. She felt the tremor of butterflies in her stomach as Yoruichi pressed nearer to her. Yoruichi's fingers threaded through Soifon's short hair, pulling the girl forcefully closer, her demanding tongue practically forcing entrance and Soifon whimpered as heat spread down her abdomen and ever lower, her legs squirming as the feeling intensified.

"Hmm," Yoruichi pulled away. "As much as I'd like this to continue, I really do have to go to work." She planted a quick kiss on Soifon's lips and then turned away, leaving Soifon feeling rather breathless.

Yoruichi moved her empty mug over to the sink and then turned to Soifon, her hand outstretched. Soifon handed her own coffee mug to her and turned away. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and didn't want Yoruichi to see it. She smoothed down her shirt, only now noticing that Yoruichi had been right and it was very creased. She doubted that anyone would notice though, and it was hardly as if she would have time to go home and change.

With a slight sigh she walked from the kitchen and into the living room. Her bag was still on the couch exactly where she had dumped it yesterday. She picked it up and slung it across her shoulder.

"Got everything?" Yoruichi asked walking in from the kitchen.

"Yeah," Soifon answered as she straightened out the strap on her bag.

"Didn't you have a jacket?"

"No."

"Suppose it is pretty warm at the moment," She laughed lightly, moving round the room picking up various bits and pieces that she needed. She stuffed them all into her own bag, a sleek expensive looking satchel. "Where'd I leave my keys?" She scratched at her head as she looked about the room.

Soifon moved over to the side of the room where there were some shelves stacked high with books, CD's and other various items. There was a small shallow bowl set on the middle shelf over to the far right, and in it she could see Yoruichi's car keys. With a small smile, she fished them from the bowl and then turned to face Yoruichi, the keys dangling from her finger.

"Since I found them, can I drive?"

"Hell no!" Yoruichi said emphatically. "I'm the only one allowed to drive my car." She held her hand out and Soifon tossed the keys to her; she snatched them from the air. "'Sides, you don't have a license."

Yoruichi turned and strolled from the room and Soifon followed her out. At the front door they both paused to slip on their shoes, Yoruichi using Soifon as a balance post as she pulled her own on.

Straightening up she turned to Soifon, her hands going to the collar of Soifon's shirt and straightening it out. "Did I ever mention that I really like your uniform?"

"Really? It's kind of plain compared to others," Soifon looked down at herself.

"That's what I like about it. Mine was really fancy and pretentious," She explained still smiling at Soifon. "By the way, do you want a lift to school?"

"Its fine, I'll just walk."

"It's a hell of a walk," Yoruichi checked her watch. "You'll be late."

"I don't really want to cause you any trouble," Soifon looked away feeling heat rise up on her cheeks.

"It's no trouble," Yoruichi said. She opened the door and waved Soifon out. "Let's go."

Leaning forward in her seat, Soifon fiddled with the buttons on the car radio.

"Hey, hey!" Yoruichi called out. "Don't change the station! I was listening to that."

"You actually like that?" Soifon turned her head and stared at Yoruichi in disbelief.

"How can you not?" Yoruichi demanded. "Sheesh! You kids don't know anything about good music."

Soifon sat back in her seat, crossing her arms haughtily across her chest. "Kids?"

"Don't try to deny it.'

"I'm not a kid," Soifon said indignantly. "I turned-"

"Please don't remind me," Yoruichi cut in. "It only depresses me when I remember how young you are."

"Shouldn't it depress you more when you remember how old you are!"

Yoruichi laughed, "Touche!"

"Anyway, if I'm just a kid then what the hell are you doing with me?"

"Interesting point," Yoruichi conceded.

"It's like you couldn't find anyone your own age to date."

"This is hardly dating," Yoruichi said. "It's just sex."

Soifon scoffed at that, waving her hand in a dismissive manner. "Well then, you couldn't find anyone your own age to have sex with."

Soifon expected Yoruichi to be angry, or at least annoyed, but she was still smiling when she replied. "Women my own age have a sexual past." She explained. "You don't. You're perfectly malleable. I can mould you to suit my own sexual needs."

Soifon felt annoyed by this. "So I'm just a toy?"

Yoruichi shrugged her grin widening. "One of my favourites."

Soifon wrinkled her nose in disgust and turned her head away.

"Hey, if you don't like it, we can always end it," Yoruichi said. "I can easily find a new girl to take your place."

Soifon wasn't sure if she believed her. But she felt a slight pang of panic nonetheless. She didn't want things to end with Yoruichi. The woman could be annoying and she was arrogant, but she was also fun and Soifon found her to be a great distraction from the troubles in her life. And she wanted to be a little bit more than merely a toy for Yoruichi's sexual gratification.

"Just drop me off here. I'll walk the rest of the way," She said quietly.

Yoruichi turned her head to look at Soifon. "You sure?"

"Yeah," Soifon nodded.

With a shrug of her slim shoulders, Yoruichi pulled up on the sidewalk. "This mean you're in a mood?"

Soifon opened the door and stepped out, it was only morning but it was already unbearably hot. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she leaned down and looked at Yoruichi through the open door. "I'm not in a mood," She said testily. "I just don't want to be dropped off at the gate by you."

Yoruichi laughed. "Do I embarrass you?"

Sneering, Soifon answered, "The only girls that get dropped off in flashy cars like yours, are the ones screwing businessmen."

"Huh," Yoruichi said, smiling still. "Guess it's rare for one to be screwed by a business woman. You should feel proud, you're special."

"Hardly."

"You don't like those other girls?" Yoruichi teased.

"They're just attention seekers," She said feeling her usual rage when she thought of all the girls that were doing just that. "They're just using them to get expensive presents and to try and look better than the rest of us."

"Jealous? I could buy you presents if you like," Yoruichi mocked. "Sounds a bit like prostitution to me, but whatever."

"I don't want anything from you," Soifon slammed the car door shut and turned on her heel, storming off in the direction of her school. She wasn't sure why she had been so annoyed with Yoruichi. It wasn't as if the woman had done anything. And it wasn't really true that she didn't want anything from Yoruichi, she just wasn't sure what it was that she wanted.

So that's the first chapter. Leave a review and tell me what you think

Edit – Corrected the grammar and spelling errors, hopefully I got them all.