Tonight, the hunter will be hunted

She imagines it pretty roughly. For some reason she's always thought that Ikki could be pretty rough if he wanted. Or maybe it would be the adrenaline, the high of defeating Sora together, teaming up, timing their attacks, their roads just right. The best match up, making history in the sky together. It would be after the battle that they'd look at each other in a different light and Ringo'd like it if he just went at her.

She'd let him.

He's the only boy - the only man - who could come at her aggressively and she'd just take it. But maybe then, maybe that day when they've brought down Takeuchi Sora together, she'd be aggressive, or at the very least loud. But doing things like taking his cock in her mouth, wrapping her lips around that part that she's certainly seen before but never been allowed to touch, and swirling her tongue like she's practiced. Ringo is a good student and she had, of course, always wanted to be good for him. Always wanted to make it perfect. Doing things like that would be easy, they'd make her hotter and wetter and to the point of insanity.

And then there'd be the actual fucking, the part where he's inside and it wouldn't matter if it hurt or not, she'd pull him in as deep as possible, and ask, beg, scream, plead for it as hard as possible, without a seconds hesitation.

And it would be happening and it would be blissful and Ringo is sure she'd just about die, or her throat would go raw from saying his name, calling him god, asking for more still, push them both to their limits. To a point where they can't move anymore.

Ringo doesn't like to think of how it would end, because in her mind it would go on all day and all day and there'd be no end to the true joining of the Storm King and Thorn Queen.

They would, after all, do it with their Air Treck on.

Ringo's been working late at her internship tonight, and she knows that Emiri was waiting for her, earlier.

She works the key of her fucked up apartment door open. Ever since Rika died and Ringo gave up Ume, she's had to support herself and her apartment is so shitty. She'd never let anyone but Emiri or Nike in, and she'd really only let Nike in if they were busy in the throws of fucking. Too busy for him to notice her terrible apartment with the faucet that spouted out black water occasionally.

"Dammit," She curses and slams the door behind her, putting her keys down and working her heels off as she heads to her bedroom. Emiri was likely here for some love - they hadn't been able to spend a lot of time together lately - and Ringo felt terrible about being late.

She isn't expecting to see anyone but Emiri on her bed, maybe, should she be expecting something else?

Work it, make it, do it,

Makes us longer, better, faster, STRONGER!

Riding is fucking fun when you've spent the last couple hours working for assholes whod on't appreciate your intellect, your potential. Riding through the sky and owning it for all that it's worth (even though no one can own the sky, they'd all been shown that in their own ways) was exhilarating and Ringo wouldn't give it up for anything. It'd been a bitch to convince her boss to let her keep riding Air Treck while taking on this internship but it'd been fucking worth it.

One day she'd be a partner at her own firm, and one day she'd be her own damn boss, but that day wasn't today and that's why she was riding. Ride the stress away, feel the wind, her Arcana jacket blowing through the wind and her headphones turned up to full blast. Just moving through the city at top speed.

Work it harder make it better,
Do it faster makes us stronger,
More than ever, hour after
Hour work is never over.

Ringo is being lazy.

But that's all right because Kanon is here, and clearly that means she gets to skip out on helping bring bags in and let him and Akito do it. Usually she would hate any spare time Akito and Kanon get to spend together but hey, even she can't stand to be in a car with them for five hours and still be jealous. The meter runs out and needs recharging.

So, for now, Ringo is sitting out on the big patio near the gargantuan living room, Agito happens to be in the chair next to her, with his head on her shoulder. The poor guy had gotten sick a couple times during the ride and of all of them, he was the most exhausted and tore up. She couldn't bring herself to push him away, and he looked sort of cute asleep anyway. She could see why Emiri loved him.

Listening to the ocean, crocheting another scarf for Kanon, and a shark up against her, what else could she ask for?