She insists on the idea, and who is Isuke to deny the wishes of the unfortunate looking gorilla she calls her girlfriend? Haruki isn't one to borrow money from her, not when she's a firm believer of earning her own, but tonight is different—apparently, she wants to be spoiled a little bit.

"Please, Isuke-sama! Just hand me a few hundred yen and I promise, it'll be worth it!"

She should have never trusted her.

It is an hour and a half later by the time Haruki comes back. She waltzes back into Isuke's apartment with plastic grocery bags, set aside by the coffee table. From her seat on the sofa, Isuke looks over the top of her fashion magazine with a raised eyebrow. Her nose scrunches up. This already seems like mistake.

"I got bored waiting for you," she says, short and to the point. "What did you decide to treat yourself to?" There's a moment where Isuke's eyes catch Haruki's gaze, and there's a gleam she recognizes as something dangerous... a little flame ready to be kindled and grow bigger, a prey waiting for its predator.

Isuke knows that look well. She leans back in her seat as Haruki approaches closer, her figure already looming over hers in a way she knows she's coming onto her.

"You're initiating just like that? Ohhh, now you've got Isuke all curious about what you're planning," is what Isuke can muster up to say, her tone in between a sarcastic drawl and holding back the dryness in her throat. It's hard if she tries to swallow.

And Haruki probably notices it, because she dips her head in just the right way, in just the right angle, to kiss the side of her neck. Her teeth nip at her skin, wanting to dig into her flesh further, but deciding that it's best not to.

Isuke smirks. Her lips return rough kisses, and she keeps herself busy by running a hand through some of her gorilla's red locks. "You're even disciplining yourself, how nice for a change."

"Isuke-sama, you don't give me enough credit. I can behave when I want," Haruki bites at her lower lip in the middle of a kiss, lets her tongue reach out to swipe across Isuke's mouth. "And tonight, I'm gonna show you how crafty I can be."

She lets out a breath in reply to Haruki's substantial claim, lips parted because this stupid gorilla had to go and bite down on her lip a bit. Crafty? Please. Haruki's a mutt, not a genius. Isuke knows better.

(But she can't deny the fact that she's curious to see where this is going.)

The weight of Haruki's body moves away from her own, and despite wanting to whine about how much colder she is by herself (spoiled by how warm-blooded Haruki is), she straightens herself up and crosses her legs over on another. Haruki is fussing with the plastic grocery bags that she brought in. Isuke watches her with a furrowed brow and crinkling her nose in observation.

In a matter of moments, she realizes that she is completely crazy. What makes her think that any idea Haruki comes up with is actually worth her time?

She glares at the bundle of various fruit laid on the table and can of whipped cream in that uncouth gorilla's grasp. She feels a little bit of pity for that can of whipped cream, it could have so much more use than... this.

Part of her wants to gag and leave.

"I hope you're planning on making smoothies for us," she speaks slowly with venom laced in every letter and syllable that comes from her mouth. "I certainly don't know why you wanted to borrow money just for groceries. Are you that poor?"

"Nah," and Haruki shakes her head. She takes a banana in her hand, peeling it in a haste, fingers breaking up the phallic-shaped fruit into smaller pieces. They get set aside. There are some strawberries, too, that she asked the lady at the supermarket to wash for her beforehand.

Popping a strawberry into her mouth, can of whipped can in one hand, Haruki approaches Isuke.

And Isuke's natural instinct is to lean back and away from this monstrosity.

"What do you think you're doing...?" She keeps her eyes trained on the strawberry in Haruki's mouth - red, plump, and a perfect size to just bite and snatch from her. She thinks Haruki's body heat is radiating from being in heat, because this gorilla is getting too close.

(On the other hand, Haruki's sure that Isuke is blushing and just won't admit it so easily.)

With a berry in her mouth, she can't possibly answer coherently; Haruki leans in, her empty hand pressed against the back of the sofa, resting her knees on either side of Isuke's lap. Her lips are close, and that means the strawberry is too.

(No, wait. She can't give in to this weird fantasy of Haruki's so easily. If she gets to indulge in such a... primitive kink like this, why should Isuke give her the satisfaction? Isn't it her character to just deny her the fascination of watching her succumb to temptation and be swept away by Haruki's charming and good looks?

Please. Please. As if Isuke could let herself submit to such an unfortunate fate.)

... is what she thinks, but her body moves on its own agenda. Her lips feel refreshed against the cold, seedy surface of the berry in Haruki's mouth. She's coerced into a kiss, taking the strawberry in her mouth and biting into the succulent fruit, the juices bursting from the flesh.