Behind the Mask

Profound Hate (Part 4)

 The blonde girl could feel how Ririka was softly weeping. Mary then sighted in a tired way which sounded extremely artificial, even to Ririka who could clearly hear the benevolence. Mary carefully moved to Ririka's ear. "You really are a big wuss... and also completely naive..."

Mary took a deep breath before gently starting to caress Ririkas back with her hands while simultaneously wrapping Ririka even more and holding her more affectionately. Mary then gently rubbed her cheek against Ririkas head and took in the sweet scent. Mary stopped her movements and was now even closer to Ririka so that her soft lips scarcely brushed Ririkas ear when talking. 

"But...I kinda like that about you..." 

Ririka could feel the warm breath from the blonde girl, gently stroking her ear. The whitehaired girl for a moment stopped breathing and turned even redder, as although she really yearned for all this affection, it still was a massive amount of tenderness all at once, coming from Mary, which Ririka still couldn't entirely handle. What also added to all of that was the distinctly seductive as well as teasing tone Mary had used when whispering softly into Ririkas core, in which way the blonde girl had not talked to Ririka in a noticeably long time. Ririka noticed how much she had missed Mary talking to her like that and couldn't help but grasp onto Mary's blazer in an affectionate way, while taking deep yet slow breaths. Ririka didn't mind in the slightest being called a helpless or naive by Mary... actually, as long as it was coming from her Ririka maybe even liked it a little as the whitehaired girl could gladly admit that around Mary she was helpless, especially as it didn't seem to bother Mary for Ririka to be like that. 

Ririka slowly opened her eyes as she tried to process a little what Mary hugging her meant. "D-Does that mean t-that you aren't mad at me anymore?" Ririka's still trembling voice was filled with hope yet it was clear that Ririka was slightly afraid to bring her hopes back up, as it often would just backfire for the whitehaired girl. Mary's golden eyes widened when hearing that question yet she for a moment just stayed quiet. Ririka was feeling a little unnerved by the silence yet the whitehaired girl was willing to accept any answer at that moment as the tenderness she felt from Mary's hug assured her that it wouldn't be too bad no matter what. 

Mary took a deep breath before using three of her fingers and slowly moved up and down Ririkas spine, fondling Ririkas back and hoping to make the time Ririka needed to wait for an answer more bearable. "Am I still mad at her?"

 Mary genuinely needed to think about it. Ririka closed back her eyes and buried her face once more into Mary's neck as although she really wanted an answer she didn't mind being patient as she could just enjoy Mary's touches. "I don't even know at this point..." suddenly admitted Mary in a tired voice. The blonde girl stared into nothingness over Ririkas shoulder and just moved her hands gently over Ririkas back, unconsciously enjoying a lot being able to touch Ririka like that. " ... probably not..." 

Mary didn't sound completely convinced about that statement ,yet the thought actually sounded really nice. Mary noticed how Ririka didn't answer back yet her body seemed to loosen up a little. Ririka knew that it wasn't a very bullet proof answer yet she still felt incredibly relieved. Mary smiled gently "Don't worry... if you let me take out my frustration on you like this a little longer I definitely won't be upset at you later..." Mary smiled teasingly yet technically wasn't joking as hugging Ririka was a lot more calming than expected. Ririka could feel how Mary suddenly hugged her slightly tighter which made the whitehaired girl feel even safer. Ririka just nodded as she had absolutely no problem at all with Mary letting her frustration out on her like this. After that there was silence in the community room for a moment. The vice president at that point had already stopped crying yet she still was sniveling a little even without tears.