Locker room after training.
Towels were never going to hide much
#ChunLi#Cammy#StreetFighter#Cosplay#LockerRoom#AfterTrainin
Short Story:
After training the next day, the locker room smelled like sweat and cedar. Chun-Li locked the door and started on the buttons of her qipao before Cammy had even dropped her bag.
“Off. Towels after.”
Cammy peeled the red leotard down in one motion. It snagged on her chest, then came free with a wet sound. She held it up, frowning. “Still too tight. That last drill didn’t help.”
Chun-Li was already bare except for the spiked cuffs. She tossed Cammy a white towel that was clearly too small. It covered almost nothing. Chun-Li wrapped hers around her hips only and stepped in close.
“They were never going to hide much,” she said. “You knew that when you picked the matching set.”
Cammy didn’t argue. She let the towel hang from one hand while Chun-Li’s fingers traced the line of her waist and then lower, guiding her toward the hallway. Their hips brushed with every step.
Steam leaked from under the noren. Chun-Li stopped them just before the bath and tugged Cammy’s towel until it slipped. Cammy did the same to hers. Neither reached to catch the cloth.
“The heat does more than loosen muscles,” Chun-Li said.
Cammy’s voice was quiet. “I know. It was never just training.”
They stepped through the curtain together. The water was already running. The towels stayed on the floor.
Don’t look away.
She didn’t.
#ChunLi#Cammy#StreetFighter#StudyClosely
Short story:
They were already too close for training.
Chun-Li’s breath hit Cammy’s mouth first. “Then don’t look away.”
Cammy didn’t.
The kiss started careful—just lips, just heat—then Cammy made a small sound and Chun-Li took it deeper. Beret against white ribbons. Chest to chest. Cammy’s gloved hand slid to Chun-Li’s waist and stayed there like she’d been given an order.
When they parted, both of them were flushed and unwilling to step back.
Cammy swallowed. “I think I understand the technique now.”
Chun-Li kissed her once more, shorter, certain.
“Good. We’ll go over it again.”
Are you done staring?
Not even close.
You said it was technique. I said prove it. You smiled and told me to study closer. Dangerous thing to tell me when you're standing like that.
Short Story::
The dojo was quiet, late-afternoon light striping the wooden floor. Chun-Li stood with one hand on her hip, blue silk pulled taut across her chest.
“Are you done staring?”
Cammy flushed hard. “I was studying your technique.”
Chun-Li’s mouth curved. “My technique? Fine. Study closely.”
Cammy stepped in. Her gloved hand settled against the warm swell of silk and skin. Chun-Li didn’t stop her.
“…Are you studying now?”
“Yes.” Cammy’s voice was rough. “Study closely.”
Chun-Li caught her wrist and kept it there. “Fine. Before what?”
Cammy met her eyes. “Before I forget this is supposed to be training.”
Chun-Li’s laugh was low. She pulled Cammy closer, qipao whispering against red leotard, and kissed her like the lesson had already started.
OH!?
You staring at my tits and you know it.
Did you see that?
Skirt up. Ass out. Don't lie.
O-oh...
I pulled the top on purpose.
Hehe... caught me?
Then don't look away.
#Obscene#CaughtMe#DontLookAway
OH!?
You staring at my tits and you know it.
Did you see that?
Skirt up. Ass out. Don't lie.
O-oh...
I pulled the top on purpose.
Hehe... caught me?
Then don't look away.
#Obscene#CaughtMe#DontLookAway
SKIRT AIN’T HIDING A DAMN THING. TITS HANGING OUT READY TO SPILL. SOCKS STAYING ON LIKE YOU SAID. KEEP STARING AT THAT ASS IN THE GLASS WHILE I FINISH ALL OVER IT. WATCH IT DRIP DOWN WHILE YOU LOOK.
#NSFW#DirtyTalk#SocksOn#MirrorAss#FinishOnIt