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A/N: Part of the 10Pokes challenge on LJ. What sparked this idea was a creepy picture I found of the Professer puting Kaoru in bondage which made me think "what if Miyako tied Kaoru up?"Putting a tomboy character by a feminine girl sounded cute to me so here is what came about. Enjoy.
Also, for those not familiar with PPG Z: Kaoru(Buttercup); Miyako(Bubbles); Momoko(Blossom)

She had the kind of eyes that looked alive even on paper, blue and smiling. It was as if she was beaming at Kaoru and not the camera. She always did smile, even when the odds were against her, and when she was on the verge of tears her eyes would water but her lips remained curled upwards. Her optimism was her strength.

Snippets of memory came back to Kaoru as she flipped through the magazine, pausing when she came across a picture of Miyako. She thought about how she first caught a glimpse of her as she was passing the Home Economics room. For such a mundane thing as passing a classroom, she remembered a lot of that moment. Kaoru could still see Miyako in an apron, laughing with her group as she pulled something that smelled light and sugary from the oven.

oOo

When Kaoru met her the first time they were Powerpuff Girls Z. Kaoru was grumbling because she had been forced to wear a skirt and wanted nothing to do with Miyako or anyone else in the room.

"I've always looked up to you," Miyako said, blushing. Her voice was honest and low, sending a shiver through Kaoru.

Kaoru had tried not to think of the underlying tones in what Miyako had said. She's just like the other girls, she told herself, familiar with those who confused admiration with love.

Maybe it was because Miyako knew how it felt to be popular that she never mentioned how much she looked up to Kaoru again. Kaoru could sometimes feel the blue eyes on her but she never turned around to see if she was right. She avoided direct eye contact with the girl.

Kaoru slipped out of her nostalgia and closed the magazine. She wasn't able to find the snack she was craving but had found something else to salivate over. She groaned, feeling too much like a girl. It was ironic that years ago Miyako looked up to her and now Kaoru was the supermodel's biggest fan. She preferred not to think about it.

Once she exited the convenience store, she checked her watch and cursed under her breath. She had wasted more time than she expected at the store. She looked at the package cradled under her arm, Brick had asked her to deliver it for him while he and Momoko were making last minute preparations for the wedding.

"The wedding..." Kaoru sighed. She hadn't admitted it but she felt jealous of the two. Subconsciously she glanced at the magazine again before racing down the streets.

oOo

Kaoru had never seen Miyako cry, but she had heard her in tears. She remembered that one minute she was in a brawl with Him - her hammer lying in a pile of rubble, snapped in two- and then pow- she was floating in a pitch black dream. When she drifted back to consciousness, she first heard mumbling, then someone sobbing in the background. As her vision flickered back, she groggily blinked her green eyes and sat up, looking at her crumbled surroundings.

"Did Tokyo City make it?"

"It sure as hell looks like it didn't . . . but everyone is safe." Brick took Blossom's hand when he said 'everyone.'

As she was about to stand up, gentle arms wrapped around her chest and pulled her close. Her eyes widened in surprise and her cheeks reddened, feeling Bubble's breasts press against her back.

"I'm so happy," the girl said, sniffling.

oOo

Out of all of those memories her last moment with Miyako stuck to Kaoru. It was something she regretted.

There was only one more day until Miyako was to go to America to model abroad. Momoko was supposed to be there with Kaoru but became sick at the last minute. Kaoru couldn't believe the horrible coincidence. She could never trust herself with Miyako alone in the same room ever since they had defeated Him. The thought of Miyako's breasts cushioning her back lurked in her mind.

She remembered pressing the doorbell and from then on everything was a blur. What they talked about, what kind of tea and snacks were offered- she drew a blank. She didn't even know what sparked her behavior. All she remembered was Miyako leaned over her to get something and her scent mingled with a perfume that smelled like lemon and tulips.

The image that haunted her was Miyako pinned under her body, and gripping the bed sheets. She simply stared at Kaoru with a bewildered expression, then closed her eyes as their lips met. Kaoru kissed her hungrily as she reached under Miyako's dress and stroked her exposed form. She felt like she was in a trance. She knew she should stop but hearing Miyako's sighs and the bittersweet scent of her arousal made that impossible.

Afterwards while Miyako was taking a quick shower, Kaoru threw on her clothes and made a hasty escape. When she came home her head was heavy and her older brother was teasing her for looking like a mess. She ignored him and locked the bathroom door behind her and took a shower, nervous that her brothers and father would pick up the smell of sex and Miyako.

oOo

Kaoru looked at the directions on paper, then the hotel sign. Her eyes grew big when she saw how tall the building was and she suddenly felt out of place. She was dressed in a pair of too-tight boy jeans and a green T-shirt that had a skull drawn on the back in yellow-- street clothes. The other people in the hotel were wearing either the hotel uniform or expensive clothes. Kaoru headed for the front desk.

"I have a package for someone in room . . .," she referred to the package, ". . . 203."

The woman at the desk picked up the phone and dialed quickly; she was experienced with her job.

"Just a moment," she said as she covered the mouthpiece. "Yes. This is the front desk. There is someone with a package for you. Shall we hold it for you? No. . . ? Yes." She covered the mouthpiece again and looked at Kaoru. "If it's no trouble could you give it to her?"

Kaoru shrugged. "Sure."

oOo

"Two zero three. . ." she confirmed and knocked on the room door.

Almost immediately it opened, and a woman wearing a pastel blue sun dress stepped into the doorway. Her hair was a beautiful mess of blonde curls and her eyes were brimming with optimism. Kaoru took a step back, gripping the magazine in her hand tighter. She couldn't be. . .

"Please come in."

Miyako smiled and warmly took the hand which was balled around the magazine. Kaoru suddenly felt dazed and complied, not daring to utter a word or even a gasp in case the dream would break. She was expecting her alarm clock to interrupt any minute.

She set the package and the magazine on the table nearby, making sure to turn the latter article face down, hiding her desire. Said desire was sitting down on the couch, one slender leg crossed over the other, making her dress hike up a bit, revealing just enough skin to lead the imagination.

Kaoru managed to breathe. She slowly sat down on the couch.

"How have you been?" she asked, straining to be casual. Of course she wanted nothing more than to see Miyako again but the shock was too strong. She wasn't prepared to act properly in front of her after their last encounter; she didn't even know how to look her straight in the eye without remembering what had happened. Droplets of sweat and guilt were beginning to run down her forehead.

"I've been well. I heard you're a gym teacher now . . . I'm surprised."

"Why?"

"I always had the impression you wanted to be in sports." Miyako nervously ran a hand through her hair and averted her eyes, as if she had said something demeaning.

"I used to have that dream but. . ." Kaoru rolled her eyes. "I figured that if I couldn't stand fangirls now, I never would."

Cautiously she raised her gaze to the young woman again. "I always knew you would be a model or something."

Miyako smiled slightly. "May I ask why?"

Kaoru's cheeks burned and she quickly turned away. Though she was able to hide the embarrassment evident on her face, she wasn't able to mask her body language.

"Um, you 're able to tolerate a little fame."

Though she didn't want to raise the subject, Kaoru wanted to apologize for what had happened before the now model left. A lump rose in her throat. She coughed, then swallowed.

"I'm sorry. . ." she whispered.

Miyako cocked her head to the side, unable to catch the apology. She moved closer to her to catch Kaoru's words. "Yes?"

This made things harder. Kaoru ran a hand through her mess of hair and boldly made eye contact. Her breath hitched.

"I. . . I'm. . ." she stuttered, distracted by the blue-eyed maiden peering at her innocently. Her skin was pale like she had been sprinkled with powder sugar and flawless like fresh fallen snow. Kaoru licked the inside of her lip and wondered if she still tasted like mint and cinnamon.

It was just like before. She acted before thinking and now she was petting Miyako's flushed cheeks, taking in her softness, craving more.

"I'm sorry." She managed to say, then kissed her parted lips.

"I don't mind. Just as long as you don't leave me again." Miyako nipped Kaoru's lip, a sexy chastise.

"I was scared. . ." Kaoru defended herself. Her hands shook as she peeled off the girl's blue sundress.

"You're afraid now." Miyako's moist mouth glazed her cheek and kissed her earlobe. She gently bit down and Kaoru gasped.

"I won't run away," she huffed, sighed.

"I know you won't."

Miyako pulled away, and deftly untied her hair. The long lacy ribbon twined around her arm. Kaoru reached for her but Miyako swept the groping hands away and just as quickly bound them behind her back. Kaoru blinked, baffled that the woman would think a girly ribbon could tie her down. She shifted her hands, testing the bonds, and smirked. She was still in control.

Miyako's kissed the lips curled in a smirk and ran her hands down Kaoru's stomach, reaching under the shirt but careful not to touch the breasts ahead. She knew without Kaoru's saying that she was uncomfortable being touched there, possibly more than between her legs. Her sundress lingered on her hips. Miyako wiggled and the cloth slipped off, followed by her bra. She tucked a loose curl behind her ear and looked at the couch, half-bashful, half-empowered. She kissed the bound Kaoru, resisting the urge to press herself against the other woman. Her bare nipples, cool and sweet, kissed Kaoru's arm. She noticed too late where Miyako's hand was straying. It was too late to protest and soon she was gasping.

She barely felt her pants unbutton and fall to the floor. Her senses focused on the woman teasing her, drawing out whimpers she swore she would never utter. Miyako's tongue tentatively tasted Kaoru, first around her swollen lips, then her throbbing clit. She pulled away briefly to taste the salty sweetness on her tongue, playing innocent, secretly vengeful. Kaoru realized the woman possessed a subtle asperity and her punishment was just as gentle yet binding. If it weren't for the ribbon and her weakened wonder-lust state, she would have gripped the back of the blonde's head and pressed her back to her arousal. She sighed when Miyako's tongue returned, her teeth nibbling delicately, and her hands kneading just above the small of her back.

Gradually the bittersweet scent, Kaoru vaguely remembered wafted through the room, mingling with her own distinct fragrance. She licked her lips, lusting for Miyako's taste, then bit her lower lip, feigning to cry out against the shudders coursing through her body.

Miyako rose from between Kaoru's legs, leaning forward to release Kaoru from the ribbon's clutches. Although Kaoru had already came, she thought she was going to overflow with Miyako's bare breasts pressing into her pussy.. Kaoru took her by the shoulders and hefted her into her lap, legs parted and straddled. She leaned over the woman, kissing her face and rising chest.

"I missed you."

"I missed you more." Miyako giggled and leaned back. Kaoru caught her by the small of her back for support, with her other hand she petted the golden curls around Miyako's sex, then caressed the milk-white inside of her thighs. Kaoru's eyes flickered from her exploring hands to Miyako's changing expressions. Her face would range from a soft delighted sigh to a gasp that looked and sounded like a laugh, only husky and tinted with want. Miyako wrapped her arms around Kaoru's neck.

"Could you put your fingers inside of me?" she asked shakily.

"Are you sure?" Kaoru traced around Miyako's entrance, teasing. She was swollen and wet, pressing against the tomboy's palm, whining.

"Please?"

She squeaked as Kaoru entered her expertly, two fingers, then three, inching deeper inside, and curling, moving back and forth as if saying come here.

"Haah..." Miyako nuzzled her neck, breathing soft and strained exhales, then she clenched the back of Kaoru's hair, bucking into her hand, shivering, and finally breathed slow and calm. Her body fell limp in Kaoru's arms, eyes closed. She suddenly felt exhausted.

OOo

Morning sunlight burned Kaoru's closed eyes, prodding her to wake. She spent a time blinking in and out of sleep, briefly taking in her surroundings when partially conscious. Steam breathed into the room at one point, fanning her cheek with moisture, the next time she woke up she wrinkled her nose, the room thick with perfume and lotion. When she managed to sit up, the first sensation she experienced was the sound of someone humming. She wiped her eyes and widened them, forcing herself to clear her groggy vision and saw Miyako primping in front of the vanity mirror across the bed, the white bathrobe hanging off her right shoulder. Miyako smiled, seeing the awakened Kaoru reflected in the mirror.

Kaoru sluggishly crawled from bed and embraced her, nuzzling into her damp blonde hair.

"I've never seen your hair straight."

"Does it look okay?" she asked uneasily. "I look better with curls, don't I?"

"It's cute." Kaoru pulled down the bathrobe to cup the underlying breasts, kneading like a kitten and pinching the salmon-pink nipples occasionally.

"We're going to be late for the wedding." Miyako laughed. "Momoko will kill us."

Kaoru jolted to a stop, her green eyes as big as plates.

"Shit," she hissed, throwing her hands away pacing furiously. "I forgot. . .." She held her head. "I don't have anything to wear."

"Open the package," Miyako gestured.

"What package?"

"The one you brought with you. There's a gift inside- for you."

"It's not girly is it?"

Kaoru huffed as she fell haphazardly into the chair and set the cardboard package in her lap. She worked the clear tape off with what little fingernail she had and peeled it away, then reached inside. She drew out a pair of jade green dress pants with a suit jacket of matching color and a spaghetti strap yellow top.

"Well, it's not too bad. . ." She held it over her head, eyeing it critically.

"I picked it out for you." Miyako tapped the clock nearby. "If you're going to take a shower. . ."

Kaoru looked up from her daze and seeing the time she threw the outfit back in the box and herself out of the chair, stumbling into the bathroom.

"Don't peek!" she said desperately, peering from the side.

"Why?" Miyako blinked. "I've already seen you. . ." She stopped, flushing at the thought.

"Because if you come in I'll get distracted and then we'll really be late!" Kaoru quickly shut the door.

OoO

"Ah, I see you came together," Brick grinned knowingly when the two girls arrived. "...and you're late." The comment was thick with undertones that Miyako was quick to ignore. Kaoru silently fumed, tugging Miyako with her as she trudged off. Being around Brick a few years had taught her to hold back her punches.

"Do you know where the cake is, Mojo?"

Kaoru paused as a gloved finger prodded her shoulder.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Mojo?" Miyako inquired.

"I'm here for my son's wedding of course, mojo." He sniffed the air. "Cake. . ."

"It sounds like you're here more for the cake than the wedding," Brick glowered as he entered the conversation.

"I'm sure Momoko has the same ambitions," muttered Kaoru who was rolling her eyes.

"I know you two cake knaves all too well." Brick wagged a finger. "The dessert isn't here yet."

The monkey gaped. "How. . . how could you, mojo?!" If it wasn't for Brick being his son Mojo would have summoned a giant robot to search for the wedding cake.

"Please understand. . . Momma," the red-headed man smirked. To Mojo it was an angelic smile, and thus it was simple enough to manipulate the monkey to his seat, wearing a somber expression.

"I'm going to check on Momoko."

Miyako skipped off, her high heels clicking against the worn church stone. When the echoes of her shoes faded, Kaoru turned to Brick, her eyes looking shyly away from his face. "Thank you."

"No problem." Brick stuffed his hands into his pockets. Even when wearing a tux he acted laid back with just a bit of a rough nature around the edges.

"How did you know. . . is what I'm wondering."

"First clue. . .," he held up his index finger, "the stash of magazines under your couch. Secondly. . .," he hesitated, raising another finger, "when I called Miyako to ask if she got the invitation she asked me: 'Does Kaoru have a boyfriend?' first thing."

"The only thing I'm worried about is her job." Kaoru sighed. "She's finally here. I don't think I could let her go for weeks or a month or more. But I don't want her to throw away her dream for me." She asked me not to run away yet. . .

Brick smacked her back, "Don't worry about it. Miyako isn't the type to leave someone behind. Anyway, the ceremony is about to start."

Miyako took a seat beside Kaoru just as the music started.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, noticing the hazed expression the tom boy wore.

"Don't worry about me."

Though she wanted to press for questions, Miyako refrained and reluctantly turned her attention to the wedding.

The wedding march began to play and the doors opened, revealing Momoko dressed in a long white dress trailing the floor. Her hair was loose and decorated with lace white flowers and a veil that scarcely hid the flush brimming on her cheeks. In her hands was a gathering of daffodils, tulips, and lilies. Save for the piano, the room was silent and in awe. It was a wonder she wasn't smiling with conceit. It was the few times when Momoko wasn't overacting: she looked genuine.

Some found themselves dozing off while the vows were made, others lost in the vacancy of thought, while only Mojo and Miyako cried. The two were close to bawling when the two redheads kissed and church bells rang. The doors flew open once again and they ran out, with the guests following suit, throwing confetti and rice at the newlyweds.

Miyako grabbed Kaoru's hand. "Hurry! I want to catch the bouquet!"

"Wait- Miyako--"

Kaoru remained still. Miyako tugged on her hand again then stopped, realizing her girlfriend's solemn tone.

"Miyako, I don't think I can have a long-distance relationship."

Tears brimmed at the edges of Kaoru's eyes and she averted her gaze.

"I don't think I can either," Miyako admitted. "That's why I quit."

Kaoru grabbed her by the shoulders. "How could you?! Modeling was your dream."

Miyako kissed her cheek, "and I've already lived that dream. When I started modeling I realized a new dream. I hope you don't mind me being forward but I want to be your wife."

"Wi. . . wife?"

Miyako spun on her tiptoes and skipped off, pushing through the crowd, determined to catch the bouquet.

Kaoru ran after her, ready to catch it in case she missed