anakiddwrites

Ibara and Hajime have a lunch date!

written for Femstars Week 2023
prompt: Date

“Ufufu ~ ♪ there is no need to worry about details, I'm making sure the numbers work in our favor… hm? Of course nothing illegal, you know my practices are 100% liability-free, dear ~ ♪”

Ibara had her eyes on the laptop while typing and talking through the bluetooth headset, long red nails tapping the keyboard and creating art in the form of a presentation built to captivate the most cynical of executives. She would know the best strategies, being sharper than most herself.

“Just wait until Friday when the stocks escalate, look, if now we are at 1,32% on the upper cur….ve…”

But a delicate disruption slowly creeped on her personal space, small palms cupping her breasts from behind and slightly pressing it against soft fingers… Along with a familiar lavender scent taking over the surroundings, making her mind go blank for a moment.

“...... Y-yes, yes! I’m still here, just… t-the upper curve… haha, y-you see, like I was saying! We got this deal, Anzu-chan, no worries!!! You know me, ufufu ~”

Ibara adjusted her glasses, trying to keep the composure while her big boobies were gently caressed by the blue haired lady standing behind her chair, silent and unbothered by the tension she was responsible for.

“T-then, I’ll email you the presentation later… you can review it yourself, but rest assured, we’ll gobble up those old greasy foxes just right... ah, come on, when did I disappoint you, dar~lin … o-OUCH!!!! ”

A strong squeeze striked her boobs in response to that word, throwing Ibara’s concentration away and making her fingers run across the keyboard, turning the well-crafted text on screen into a messy cat walk. She recovered quickly with a small huff, but not unscathed from embarrassment towards the woman behind the call.

“N-no, nothing! I’m fine, just a sneaky ladybug walked inside my shirt and tickled my boob. Don’t you hate when that happens? … How so, I was suuuure every girl had that happening to her at least once ~ how silly of me ~ ♪”

“I~ba~nya~nnnnn…~”

The mellow whisper in her ear ignited a shiver all the way down her spine, making it increasingly hard to concentrate on the conversation, until she finally admitted defeat.

“Aaaaaaanyways!!! See you on Friday, Anzu-chan, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do and we’ll be fine! Byeeeeee ~”

With a last salutation, Ibara disconnected the call and leaned on the chair with a long sigh, staring at the screen while the soft circular motions continued to bless her chest in the silent empty office.

“... Comfortable, aren’t we?” Ibara teased, adjusting glasses and holding back a smile. “You’ll get cramps in your fingers like that though, Jimenyan ~”

“... ehe… ~ ♪ you know I’m more than capable of doing it all day long… ~ ne, I-ba-ny-an ~” Hajime giggled, honking each boob and fully aware this would make Ibara cringe. But before hearing any complaint, she leaned closer to nuzzle their cheeks together, taking the chance to indulge in Ibara’s eau de roses perfume too.

“I can’t help it… I tried waiting like a good girl but lunch time came around and your call with Anzu-chan never ended… so I got bored… needed something to occupy my hands… ~ is that bad…?” As usual, the small pout and pleading purple eyes were super effective to melt Ibara’s attitude, no matter how many times she had seen that strategy coming.

“... Well… I guess I did let my guard down in the first place and that’s on me, since it's a very well known fact how Jimenyan has sneaky hands… ~” Ibara sighed, slowly spinning the chair and wrapping an arm around Hajime’s waist, who took it as an invitation to hop on her lap with soft giggles. She finally let go of the boobs, moving to play with her long red hair.

Ibara’s sharp, dark gray business suit created a unique contrast with her girlfriend’s flowery blue jumpsuit and embroidered green beret, like an elemental fairy meshing into an urban fantasy world of concrete and bills. And Ibara couldn't get enough of how endearing those extremes were.

“Now why won’t you let me finish this presentation, since those cute hands of yours made me mess up one of the slides?” Ibara poked Hajime’s cheek, ogling the gracious smaller woman comfortably sitting on her legs.

“Uuuuu… that’s also on you for casually calling Anzu-chan ~ darling~ all nonchalantly like that in front of me! I have nothing against her, but my hands moved on their own… can't help it ♪ ~” Hajime pouted playfully, poking at Ibara’s boob again. She just winked in return, amused with that expected reaction from that little tease… that hasn't been completely innocent as well.

“Besides, it’s past lunchtime and you had promised that we would eat together this week… you can finish that later, can’t you? I won’t steal all of your workday…” Hajime insisted, an apologetic tone mixed in the plea. And at that point Ibara knew it had been enough teasing before her girlfriend would start to feel genuinely guilty for needing attention.

“Indeed, indeed, it was a promise and it’s been a few days we haven't met.” A forehead kiss came to reassure her, along with soft rubs on her round cheeks and the kindest voice tone reserved to Hajime only. “I know you can’t live of text and voice messages for more than three days ~ ♪ Neither I want to endure that ~”

Just like that, the worries starting to lurk in Hajime’s heart faded away, bringing back the bright smile that was Ibara’s ultimate favorite.

“So, let’s get going? There’s a restaurant in the mall near here that I’ve been wanting to take you to!” Ibara stood up with a rush of energy, picking up her purse and sunglasses before holding Hajime’s hand again.

““A-ah… B-but it’s not too expensive, right…” Hajime already knew that it would be useless to try making Ibara change her mind, but the anxiety was also inescapable. Especially due her girlfriend’s standards for… well, everything, except for women, considering she didn’t see herself as a first class choice at all.

“It’s gonna be fine, Jimenyan ~ you trust me, hm?” Ibara offered her a kind smile and kissed her hand, looking into her eyes in hopes to reassure her. Hajime looked particularly cute when her vulnerabilities slipped like that, but the last thing she wanted was to cause actual discomfort. “I just want to treat my girlfriend as she deserves ~”

“H-hmhm… I know that… you always do…” Hajime just smiled in return and squeezed her hand, aware that Ibara just wanted the best for them and absolutely would not accept to hear her demeaning herself.

“It’s j-just, sometimes it dawns on me that you are barely two years older and already live like a grown woman, meanwhile I feel I still haven't left the highschool mentality… it’s kind of embarrassing…” She still couldn’t help but confess the insecurities out of her chest, fiddling with the long blue braid resting on her shoulder.

“... you say that as if I’m not the odd one out here… ~” Ibara sighed softly, cupping her cheeks and rubbing it in slow motion again. “Most nineteen year olds don’t go picking up their girlfriends in the office, still that doesn’t seem to bother you. You’re an amazing woman and anyone can see that... I mean, I guess there are dumbasses that can’t, but that means more for me! Ufufu ~ ♪”

“Haha… I g-guess… if you say so… ~” Hajime mumbled, growing red thanks to the sweet words and soft touches. Hearing that directly from Ibara was a rare treat on its own too, so she gladly would accept and treasure it despite the lurking anxieties.

“You are so cool… but I’ll also do my best and not fall behind ~ ♪ so you can be proud of me more and more… ~ ♪”

Hajime didn’t resist wrapping her girlfriend in a tight embrace, burying her face in Ibara’s boobs and feeling grateful for the extra comfort. She didn’t complain, hugging the blue-haired cutie back and patting her head, allowing her to indulge as long as she wanted. The office was empty anyway and no one would dare say anything to one of the company’s top executives in any case.

“I’m already proud, silly… I’m also overjoyed with the appreciation you have for me and every inch of my body, but we shouldn’t waste more lunchtime here in the office, hm? There is always time later for you to indulge ~”

“Ehe… ~ sorry, sorry, my body moved on its own ~ here, here, it’s not fair if it’s just me… ~” Hajime giggled, innocently holding Ibara’s wrists and casually moving her hands to cup her smaller boobies too, turning her face as red as her hair despite the unshakeable composure.

“... t-that’s not… what I meant… Jimenyan, you were just waiting for an excuse to do that, right…” Despite pointing that out, she didn’t move her hand, just raising eyebrows to her giddy girlfriend.

“... ehe… well, you paid for them last year for me so it’s just fair, hm? That you can touch it anytime too ~ I’m just kindly reminding you that!”

“... if you say so… it was my pleasure though, nothing less than you deserved for your birthday ~ ♪” Ibara blushed more, opening a warm smile and gently brushing over the scars lines before holding and squeezing Hajime’s hands again. “Ah, who knows what I’m going to prepare for next year? ~? If sales keep up like this, maybe your first car ~”

“E-eh?! I still didn’t get my license, though?! The test is just at the end of next month!”

“Oho, you know me, I like to plan ahead! ~ You totally got this, Jimenyan ~ ♪ Charge in! Infiltrate! Conquer! Always wear the seatbelt!”

“O-of course… safety first always, hm… ~ hehe… you’re impossible sometimes, Ibanyan. I’m too lucky… ~”

Hajime sighed but smiled again, gazing deeply at her girlfriend before cupping her cheek and going for a delicate but passionate kiss, slowly mixing blueberry and cherry without meeting any resistance.

And like every time, the warmth of Ibara’s arms snaking around her body and pressing her closer in a tight embrace became her whole world.

“Ehe… I guess I really do miss every inch of you… ~ ♥” Hajime whispered softly as they parted, happy to remind Ibara that they shared the same cravings, no matter how well her feelings were under control. But far from any malice and calculated plans, Ibara knew it was just Hajime’s nature to challenge her cold attitude time and time again, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Oh my… ~ I really can’t with Jimenyan’s sneakiness… ♥” Ibara’s arms didn’t leave Hajime’s waist, just discreetly making sure the door behind them was locked. “It seems you aren’t that hungry yet, or… maybe it’s the opposite…? ~”

“Ehe… ~ I mean, I think we both could use an appetizer, hm?” Hajime whispered, slowly pressing Ibara’s back against the door while holding her chin and closing the distance between their lips once again.

In the end, it wouldn’t be less than twenty minutes before they were finally settled at a comfortable table for two at the lively restaurant, where office workers from nearby buildings also gathered for lunch in small and big groups.

“Tsc, it’s busier than I thought, it’s getting popular here, hm? But the service should be excellent, so don’t worry… Jimenyan, are you listening to me?” Ibara placed one hand over Hajime’s, nudging her attention back from a lost expression and tense shoulders.

“A-ah..! S-sorry, Ibanyan… I spaced out, did you ask something?!” She quickly apologized, cheeks growing red along with a timid smile that Ibara knew very well.

“I wanna know if you are alright, if you don’t like it here we can find another place ~ ♪ we want to have a delightful lunch, after all ~”

“N-no, it’s okay!!! I wanna try the place you chose… ~ I really do… I’m just getting used to the atmosphere… but not in a bad sense!!! It’s fancy but… it smells so good here too ~” Her smile turned warmer with the reassurance, taking a deep breath to reinforce her words and squeezing Ibara’s hand. “It’s opening my appetite, ehe ~ even if I can’t really pinpoint the flavor… but it's an overseas restaurant so that’s expected, right?”

“That’s good to hear, Jimenyan! Indeed, there aren’t many restaurants like this around here, so no wonder the scents feel unfamiliar, but I hope it’s gonna be an interesting experience. Now, let’s find something really delicious, you must be hungry!” Ibara smiled proudly while opening the QR code menu with her phone camera, turning it to Hajime too so they could browse the options together.

“Waah, right, it’s a soup place… they look so colorful ~” She looked over the online menu with curiosity and bright eyes, trying to not think about how the prices weren’t anywhere to be seen, never a good sign… but that would be rude to say when she knew Ibara wouldn’t allow protests over it.

“Yes ~ this restaurant is focused on Brazilian soups, broths and stews, and has been making rounds in the best food magazines. Some of the signature dishes are the green broth, the spicy beans and the piranha soup. Since they are pitching for the 2* Michelin star, it’s the best timing to check it out. The desserts are also the country’s classics… Jimenyan… are you listening to me…?”

“Yeah!” This time, the answer was an immediate and enthusiastic nod despite the apparently lost stare and naive smile. “Ibanyan just looks really cool explaining everything in detail, I was admiring you and listening to every word! Ehe… also wondering, did you research it all when I just asked for us to have lunch together?”

“... T-that’s the bare minimum, isn’t it?!” Not just the innocent words, but the way Hajime tilted her head and hummed the question with a smirk caught Ibara off guard, making her look away for a second. “Jimenyan, don’t get all charmed by the smallest things… you make it too easy for me sometimes…”

“Hmhm, I understand but I still appreciate it… ~ maybe I’m just easily impressionable, but you’re also naturally charming… I can only be thankful, hm?”

“... l-look who's talking…” Ibara whispered to herself, adjusting glasses and wondering if Hajime was really oblivious about her own oozing charm or just taking the chance to tease her… by doing nothing but sitting there like an adorable smiling angel.

A question she would ask herself often, but not having a final answer was part of the charm itself.

“Well… in any case, as long as you are happy everything works out, Jimenyan ~”

“Ehe ~ Of course I’m happy, I get to try new food with you! Exciting… ~ ♪ So, so, what you’re having…? I think I want pumpkin soup… all of them look so tasty though, it’s hard to choose…”

“You don’t need to eat just one ~ but sounds like a good start, I’ll try the piranha first. Ufufu, exciting, right? It’s not a fish you find easily at japanese restaurants ~”

“Waah, that dangerous freshwater fish??? That’s really amazing, I didn’t know you could eat it… and it’s listed here so casually… Brazilians are surely brave…”

“Fufu, humans always find a way to tame and use any resource at hand, including turning fearsome animals into harmless soup… and then we get to have a comfortable warm meal on the other side of the world ~ ♪ Humans are really the scariest when you think about it, right?”

“... Hahaha… ~ that’s a lot of thought for soup… but you aren’t wrong anyway, Ibanyan! It’s making me want to try it too, can we share portions? A-ah…” Hajime covered her mouth, suddenly hit with a wave of self-consciousness. “Sorry, that’s not really good manners in a 3 star restaurant, right? Forget I said that, please…! I’m just used to doing that with my siblings…”

“Come on, I don’t care that much about lame formalities unless it’s a business meeting, surely not during a pleasant date with my girlfriend. Take deep breaths, hm? That’s an adorable idea from a sweet older sister. ~” Ibara winked playfully and squeezed her hand, amused with her cute manners. But she really meant it, reminded everyday of Hajime’s caring nature refreshing her perspective of life beyond the cold walls of the business world and its raging individualism.

She had learned to survive in the concrete jungle without a problem, but… once getting a taste of unconditional love in the middle of a corporate house of cards, there was no way to run from it anymore. Even if that meant participating in ‘silly’ moments unthinkable for the Ibara Saegusa from three years ago.

“T-thank you… if you don’t mind, I’m happy, Ibanyan ~ ♪”

But everything was worth it when Hajime would calm down and relax, resting hands on cheeks and looking back at her with all the love in the world.

“Don’t mention it! Let’s order at once, hm?” With a victorious smile, she crossed her legs and waved to the waiter. The dishes and drinks didn’t take long to arrive, making Hajime’s eyes sparkle in awe with the presentation and strong smell.

“Waaahh… it looks so good! So-pa-de-a-bo-bo-ra … hehe ~ ♪ It’s not hard to spell! I can’t wait to taste it… but first…” Hajime held her phone, taking a picture of it to send to her siblings in the family group chat, an endearing habit that Ibara was happy to see every time. “I wanna see them surprised about pumpkin soup! ♪”

However, the excitement turned into frustration when the fast reply popped up, making Hajime whine and reread a few times to make sure it was real.

“ UEGH?! Soup is lame, they say?!?!? Lame?!?! It’s not…!!!! It’s not, right?! Right?!” Restless, she begged for some support after that unbelievable betrayal.

“Pfff… Jimenyan, if you could see yourself… Well, they are kids so I’m sure they would rather eat takoyaki or skip to ice cream, hm? … Granted that I know you love miso soup so I knew it was a fair option to please you…” Ibara was able to hold back a laugh but not an amused smile, shrugging slightly at her own reasoning too.

“... t-that’s basically saying I’m a soup lady?! A lame soup lady?! A l-lame older sister… ah!!! One more message… ‘well I guess for you it’s cool since you like miso of all things ’??? They can’t stop roasting me!! I just wanted to share a new thing…” Hajime pouted more, shaking head at the brutal honesty that only younger teenage siblings can deliver over a plate of soup.

“Oh my, my… siblings' relationships can be ruthless too, hm? Jimenyan doesn't have it easy....” Even if Ibara was amused with the domestic incident, she resisted the temptation to tease Hajime more and offered a way more mature approach, leaning closer with a snakey flare to her smile.

“Let’s see if they say the same when you send the photos of dessert. Swiftly, calmly, thoroughly - well timed revenge, Jimenyan ~ ♪”

“... Right. They brought it upon themselves.” Hajime huffed, staring at the phone with a cold gaze and for once buying into Ibara’s tactics without questioning. “I’ll set them up saying I want to bring them here sometime, and when they make fun of it… I’ll send the dessert photos.”

“Ahahaha, wow!!! A rare sight of a merciless Jimenyan, I’m lucky to be on your good side, hm? ~ ♪” Ibara laughed openly, resting chin on hand to admire Hajime’s lovely idea of a heartless plan.

“... sometimes, it's the role of an older sister to teach consequences…” She sighed though, shoulders relaxing and dropping the act after a second. “Who am I trying to fool, probably I’ll feel bad and bring dessert home... But at least I’ll get back to them for a moment.”

“Indeed, indeed! That’s already enough ~ ♪ As they say, revenge is a dish best served cold… different from soup, so we should start eating, hm? Here, here, let me comfort you from such familial troubles, Jimenyan ~ Say ãããh ~ ♪ '' Pretty much to Hajime’s flustered surprise, a spoonful of soup was offered to her directly from the plate of a smiling Ibara.

“A-ah??? In front of everyone?!” For a moment she stared at her girlfriend like she had been possessed by a child’s show mascot, but ultimately smiled and accepted the treat, realizing the scene would catch more attention if she didn’t.

“Look, I asked for an extra spoon so that’s polite enough, hm?” Ibara winked, an expression of victory shining all over her face as she looked around the room. “Everyone is just too busy to care, many deals on the table and in their heads to worry about two embarrassing lesbians... S-still, I can’t promise I’ll always be generous like this in public, hm?”

She looked away for a moment, a bit self-conscious of the way Hajime was ogling her now, as if on the edge of jumping over the table and kissing Ibara right there. Something that would be way flashier than just sharing some soup.

“I’m surely not taking anything for granted, Ibanyan… ehe… ~ thank you.. ~ ♪” Despite the temptations, Hajime controlled herself and settled with casually caressing Ibara’s leg under the table with her own, keeping a perfectly well-behaved expression.

“... A-anyway, let’s eat, hm?! It’s a lunch d-date, after all!!!” At least the blush growing fast on Ibara’s cheeks was very pleasant to watch and enough to calm down Hajime’s impulses for the time being.

“Ehe… sure thing… ~ ♪” She just nodded innocently, picking up the spoon and slowly stirring the pumpkin soup, visibly in a great mood.

And she had all reasons to feel joyful, discreetly looking at Ibara’s phone resting untouched on the table. Hajime hasn't forgotten how three months ago it would be impossible to see her turning work mode off for more than thirty minutes, let alone spending a two hour long lunch date in the middle of the week.

Perhaps today Hajime herself also would be able to indulge more in the fancy food and expensive desserts without obsessively calculating every cent and thinking about it for days.

“Buuuut… it’s just fair that I share with you too, hm? Your turn to say ãããn, Ibanyan ~ ♪”

Step by step and before they both fully realized, the miracle of filling their common days with happiness was turning into a beautiful reality.