We Are Magic~ A Diakko and Charoix fic!

~Guilty Pleasures~

(Okay so this is going to be a non-smut *kinda* but very rated R chapter, so like don't hate me. Enjoy! Oh and this is going to be right after Croix comes back to Luna Nova as an adult, and after she sees Chariot again!)

Croix's POV

It's a shame, really, to see Chariot like this. Reserved, soft-spoken, never the center of attention, it's so unlike her. When we were younger she was always loud and outgoing, always craving to be the center of attention. She always had adrenaline, a passion for making all the wrongs in the world right. I guess that's why the Shiny Rod chose her, and subsequently Akko. 

I miss the way things used to be. The days of classes, eating together at every meal, and then late nights trying to study while she kept me far from it. She was the only person who could distract me from my studying....taking every measure and risk to do so.

I remember the time she did the dirtiest measure yet. I was enveloped reading a book about magical energy conversion that I didn't notice she had climbed on top of me. Only when her head when up my skirt did I realize. But I was too late to stop her from pursuing her goals. Her mouth slow hit the sweet spot beneath my legs, making me moan loudly and drop my book to the ground.

I'm by myself currently, late at night, and I can't stop thinking about all those times she.......we.....did things together. Sometimes it would happen after her performances, or just when making out in our dorms went too far. I remember our first time vividly, seeing which parts of each other were best for pleasure, and the best ways to pleasure them. She was hot and sweaty after her second show and watching her perform just did things to me. Especially in that outfit....it showed so much of her...

Even thinking back on those passion-filled nights fills me lust.......and guilt. I am going to ruin her life again and she will never forgive me. But the pure thought of her new look, her new body, was enough to set me off the edge. I know the teaching uniforms have a tight bodysuit under them even though I choose not to wear them. I wonder if Chariot has that bodysuit on right now, or maybe, she's changed into something more comfortable to go to bed. Just wondering what that could be.......

I moan softly, knowing that since I am far away from the other dorms (I requested my dorm to be built in the new moon tower and they obliged) I could be as loud as I wanted. I have on a baggy t-shirt and boxer shorts, hardly anything pleasing to look at. But as I reach my hands down past the boxers, I can't help but continue to moan.

I continue to reminiscence about those late nights with Chariot, the lust and hunger in her eyes as she came backstage after performing. The way she gestured for me to follow her into the closet so we wouldn't be caught, and how close we were since it was so cramped. Not that we minded, Chariot was a contortionist in all senses of the word, flexible and resilient. 

One time, Chariot and I were having some fun beneath the sheets over the weekend, when we thought no one else was around the dorms. When my roommates walked in, I had to kiss Chariot to keep her from making to much noise as I continued to pleasure her while she hid underneath my sheets. Then when my roommates left again she let out a loud moan of pleasure that she had been holding in the entire time, her body shaking with the raw emotion. 

Ohhhhh.......I melt at the thought of undressed older Chariot. The way her body must look, and perform, now must be eighty times greater. I wonder if she now has abs, she must have kept her athletic potential keen after all these years. Although now that she's taller, I wonder if she is still as flexible as she was during our late nights. I wonder if I could ever find out...

That single thought sends me over the edge, I gasp and writhe with pleasure as my body relaxes against my bed. I guess she can still make people cum even if they are miles away. What a truly supernatural power that women can be. Too bad she could never be the one for me.

The realization dawns on me, my plans, what I want to do. It would ruin her parental figure-like affection for Akko, it would destroy her heart once again. Maybe, just maybe, I will die by her hands. But if that day comes and she slays me for all I have done, just know I am willing to get one last kiss in. 

I wonder if Chariot still thinks about me in a lusty way. I wonder if she still reminiscences about all the time we spent pleasuring each other as I do. Maybe she had put the thought of me out of her mind for good? Obviously, she saw me earlier today, so there is no way she could avoid the thought of me coming back. Maybe she didn't even realize it was me?

I have changed a lot since we were kids. I found my own sense of fashion and even dabbled in makeup a bit. I also style my hair with magic to help it be more manageable and soft. She's changed so much, even died her hair! I wonder if it's because people would see her fiery red hair and go, "Wait, she looks like that failed child star named Chariot!". 

I sigh, removing my hands from where they had helped pleasure myself, and then get up to wash my hands. I don't want to think about it, because it's probably not real, but maybe Chariot does this too? Thinking about me? Thinking about how much we loved each other and how much we cared?

I very much doubt it...

I head back to bed, wondering why the hell I am doing this. Why the hell is my ambition to fix the magical energy crisis so strong that I have to hurt Chariot? Maybe because it's the only thing I think I could ever do for the magical world that's for the greater of the many......

I just want to be somebody in this life. Someone who is respected and loved. I don't want to be fake anymore, but I have too. I guess I'll just have to stick to my guilty pleasures.