Painting with White

Rin looks more broken than she ever could’ve imagined a human person being capable of, despite her experiences at the hospital and Yamaku. The combined scene of the messy atelier and the way Rin looks at the moment throws Hisako for a loop, a mixture of emotions running through her, her brain unable to focus on a certain one.

“I should go, I’m really sorry,”

“It doesn’t matter,”

Hisako’s voice is quiet, almost forced out of her lips. Sorry doesn’t even begin to equate her feelings toward this, but her vocabulary isn’t big enough to find a proper word.

‘I don’t want to see Rin like this,’ she thinks.

How the hell could Sae and Nomiya be okay with her literally destroying herself like this?

Or… is it my fault?

Hisako stops thinking, crossing the atelier, and crouches down behind Rin, enveloping the girl in her arms. Rin doesn’t resist or react, almost as if she isn’t being touched at all. She cold and hot at the same time, ill from staying out all night, Hisako considers grabbing the blanket from the couch, but pulls the girl tighter. Her breasts pressing against Rin’s back as she feels the blush rise on her cheeks.

“What are you doing?” Rin asks, head slumping as she murmurs her question.

“Nothing,”

Her hug holds no true emotion behind it, she loves the auburn haired artist, but the hug wasn’t brought on by that feeling. She can’t quite place why she’s crouched behind her, just that she wanted to hug her. The room is near-silent as the stay together, Rin’s heavy breathing being the only noise. Eventually Hisako’s warmth passes to Rin, reminding her that she is hugging the near-nude object of her affections. She also smells several things like Rin’s hair, the sweat on her skin, and the dry paint on her shirt. The combo of smells is intoxicating, and paired with the feeling of her soft flesh it makes her slightly uncomfortable of their close proximity.

“Are you all right, Rin?”

“I’m not,”

“I… think I broke. I painted. I painted some really good things. Incredible,”

“But it hurt me. I can’t handle this,”

Her voice cuts out, and Hisako’s heart tightens in her chest. Her voice was lifeless, devoid of any emotion whatsoever, and it hurt Hisako to hear it. She pets her head, a failing attempt to reassure her, like when people say ridiculous things they pull out of their ass in these kinds of situations. She doubts Rin would even want to be reassured, much less if she could reassure her if she asked. At least there aren’t any facades with Rin, or attempts to explain herself, just blunt emotions laid out for all to see at this moment.

“Hisako,”

“What is it?”

“You’re my friend, right?”

“Yes,”

“Will you do me a favor? I can’t fix this. But I’m not finished yet,”

She’s whispering her words, the last of her waning strength used to force this all out, and her heart beats against Hisako’s chest rapidly, as if she were scared for her life. Her entire body is shivering as well, from the complicated hurricane of emotions twisting inside her. Hisako doesn’t know exactly what to do; she knows what Rin is asking her, but something in her conflicts with the act in mind. It’s pushed away though, by the love Hisako has for Rin, and the burning want to see a mere spark of happiness in the artist’s eyes again.

“All right, I’ll do it,” Hisako whispers in her ear softly.

Rin’s eyes close as she leans back against Hisako, her tension easing slightly.

“But this is not something friends should do,”

“We can’t be friends anymore?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Just relax,”

She’s overly nervous, the action she’s about to take seeming monumental. Her hand moves low, sliding along Rin’s smooth stomach, and quickly reaching the rim of her panties. She hesitates as her hand worms under the soft cotton, brushing amongst her engorged shaft, and Rin opens her legs to allow better access.
Rin gasps as the panties are pushed down, the shock of the chilly air causing her to twitch as Hisako wrapped on hand around her, beginning to gently caress the stiff flesh.

“Don’t tickle me,”

“S-Sorry,”

“Don’t stop either,”

“Sorry, I don’t really know what I’m doing,”

“It’s okay, I don’t know either,”

Hisako tightens her grip, slowly tugging the shaft, letting her miniscule experience at these matters guide her. Rin’s reactions don’t help, giving no real signs of what to do being apparent, and she’s left to her own devices. Eventually Rin’s hips start moving to Hisako’s rhythmic jerking, pumping upward into her hand, urging her to speed up. Rin turns to her, passionate eyes locked with hers as she speeds up her tugging, hand a blur as she moves up and down the thick shaft. Hisako kisses her cheek softly, lips coarse and dry, while she moves her free hand under Rin’s shirt and caresses one breast. Rin’s sweat coats her body, causing Hisako’s hand to slip a few times during her fondling.

Rin’s breath quickens, and Hisako knows the end is close. Her tugging goes even faster, flying along her length, while the other hand continues its enthusiastic groping. Her body is hot, and her heartbeat is even faster than before as she reaches that point. All the pleasure across her body focusing into one point of release, and she makes her climax audible.

“Ah…”

She rolls over the edge, the tidal wave of pleasure pushing her over, and she pulses in Hisako’s hand. Thick spurts of gooey white cream flying into the air and splashing onto the floor, the noise of it hitting almost louder than the short gasps Rin makes. It’s almost violent how it comes out, and it symbolizes Rin fully letting herself go. One single act of simultaneously destroying and rebuilding herself, just like she’d wanted.

Rin's skin shines with sweat in the moonlight as her peak passes and she comes back to reality.