Number One and Twenty-Seven

"Small things, babe. Your wipeout, how you stood and sat back down was kind of shaky, you didn't look at the judges or the crowd at all. Except for me apparently." Ryujin was smirking now, closer to Yeji. The nickname had Yeji faltering already.

"I- well, that's not really my fault." Yeji wasn't sure with her words. Ryujin stepped closer now, hand softly resting on the orange-haireds hip while her lips ghosted next to her ear.

"I could teach you well, kitten." Ryujin's voice was low and seductive and Yeji could not breathe. She was being poisoned by this girl and Yeji somehow found herself liking it...

(Yeji and Ryujin are surfers that just so happen to bump into one another at a competition)

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