Chapter 2 #2
Too close. They were too close.
Then Lev stepped back into the gym, paused for a moment as he noticed them stretching near the mirror, raised an eyebrow with a faint smirk, and quietly stepped back out again with a soft chuckle.
Tora slowly returned to her starting position, licking her lips slightly as she caught her breath, then smiled softly.
“That wasn’t bad, thank you,” she said, her voice quieter now, as she took a couple of deeper breaths.
“Do you mind… stretching me a bit more? Loke usually complains about it, but sometimes I really need a deeper stretch…” There was a hint of sadness in her voice, and Alisa nodded.
They took turns pulling each other through different exercises as they were insanely close to each other. Their skin touched in moments that were sometimes too much for Alisa to comprehend, causing her cheeks to blush.
At one point, when Alisa was lying on the floor in a stretch, Tora leaned over her, shifting her position so close that her breath touched Alisa’s neck, and in that moment a wave of goosebumps spread across her entire body, sudden and intense, sending warmth through her chest and down her arms, making her inhale sharply.
She exhaled unevenly, trying to steady herself, and after a few more moments, finally finished her stretching and stood up, heading toward the locker room.
Tora followed her.
By noon, they were supposed to go to lunch and then rest before the next training session, and all Alisa wanted at that moment was to return to the hotel as quickly as possible and get at least a little more sleep.
As Alisa entered the locker room, she made her way to the assigned locker, losing sight of Tora as she disappeared behind a nearby one.
Alisa quickly shed her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the cold tile floor.
Grabbing a fluffy towel, she wrapped it around herself and headed for the showers, the sound of running water guiding her way.
Pushing open the door, she found herself in a spacious, open room with shower heads lining the walls and shelves stocked with various soaps, gels, and shampoos.
In the center stood Tora, her eyes closed as she sponged the water from her shoulders, rivulets running down her curves.
She seemed lost in thought, oblivious to Alisa’s presence.
Not wanting to startle or embarrass her, or rather, not wanting to embarrass herself, Alisa grabbed a towel and positioned herself on the opposite side of the shower area.
She draped the towel over the bar, letting it hang loosely as she turned to face the wall.
As she reached for the faucet, she could feel Tora’s gaze burning into her back, her rival’s eyes following her every move.
Trying to act casual, she turned the knob, and a spray of warm water hit her skin, instantly warming her through.
Alisa grabbed her own sponge and began to lather it with gel, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the tempting sight of Tora’s naked form just feet away.
But try as she might, she couldn’t shake the image of Tora from her mind, or the way the water droplets glistened on her skin.
Washing herself, Alisa made a point to keep her back to Tora, not wanting to be caught staring, even as she felt the weight of Tora’s gaze on her.
The air was thick with tension, the sound of running water doing little to mask the electricity crackling between them.
She bit her lip, focusing intently on scrubbing the gel into her skin, willing herself to ignore the heat she felt spreading through her, the ache beginning to build deep in her core.
Alisa felt a flutter of panic as she realized she was sharing the shower room with her biggest rival in pair figure skating - Tora.
The very thought of seeing her nemesis naked made Alisa’s cheeks flush with embarrassment.
She prayed silently that they wouldn’t be paired together in the same group for this championship, lest the image of Tora’s unclothed form be seared into her mind forever.
It was silly, really, but Alisa couldn’t shake the nervous tension that gripped her.
The spray of the water suddenly cut off, and Alisa went still as she watched Tora’s silhouette move through the steam to her left.
Alisa swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she took in the sight of her rival completely naked in the fading light the thick, white foam clinging to the curves of Tora’s smooth body, framing her like some fucking masterpiece.
Alisa tried to look away, but she simply couldn’t. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a gasp as she felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. It was burning from the sheer, overwhelming beauty of the woman standing before her.
With a deliberate movement, Tora turned on the shower just inches away.
The sudden rush of water made Alisa shiver, realizing with a flicker of surprise that Tora had deliberately chosen a temperature much colder than her own.
Tora leaned one hand against the wet tiles and turned her head to watch Alisa.
She watched with a knowing, playful smile as Alisa struggled, desperately trying to avert her gaze from the view before her.
But no matter how hard she tried, Alisa’s eyes kept betraying her, drawn back to the way the steam curled around Tora’s body and the confident, almost predatory way she held Alisa’s gaze.
It was absurd, really. They were competitors, rivals, not lovers.
And yet, seeing Tora like this, Alisa couldn’t deny the effect it had on her.
She could feel her body reacting, her heart pounding, and a strange fluttering sensation low in her belly.
It was wrong, so very wrong, but Alisa couldn’t look away, couldn’t unsee the perfection of Tora’s naked form, glistening with water and soap. She was in serious trouble…
Tora’s eyes drifted downward, tracing the curves of Alisa’s body with blatant appreciation.
She lingered on the juncture between Alisa’s thighs, her gaze intense and lingering.
For a moment, Alisa swore she could feel the heat of Tora’s gaze boring into her most intimate place, making her squirm slightly.
Then, just as quickly, Tora’s eyes flicked upward, skimming over the swell of Alisa’s breasts before settling once more on her face.
“You are very beautiful… Alisa.” The way Tora said it made Alisa’s pulse travel south.
She felt a surge of heat again, straightened up, standing a little taller, trying to project confidence and composure. Tora’s smile only grew wider, more appreciative, as she took in every detail of Alisa’s form.
Tora continued to lather her body with the sponge, the cool water and suds slowly coating her skin.
The foam clung to her curves, highlighting the dips and swells of her figure in a way that made Alisa’s mouth go dry.
Tora’s eyes never left Alisa’s face, her gaze heavy with an unspoken challenge and a spark of something more - admiration, perhaps, but also a hint of hunger and lust.
Alisa found herself flustered and tongue-tied in the presence of her stunning rival.
“Well… you too, um…” she stammered shyly, her eyes glued to Tora’s gorgeous forms. No matter how hard she tried, Alisa couldn’t look away, couldn’t tear her gaze from Tora’s naked beauty.
Finally, she managed a small, embarrassed grin, her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink.
“And how am I supposed to look you in the face after this, Tora?” Alisa asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her heart raced as a sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss Tora, to press her lush body against the cool tile wall and explore every inch of her rival’s alluring physique, consumed her thoughts.
Alisa licked her lips, already tasting Tora’s phantom essence, her mind spinning with the fantasies.
Tora’s grin widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief and a hint of triumph.
She reached up, gently squeezing and kneading the soft, soapy mounds of her breasts, drawing Alisa’s envious gaze.
Tora’s hands drifted lower, skimming along the curve of her waist, her hips, before boldly slipping between her thighs.
Alisa watched, entranced, as Tora began to stroke herself, a low, throaty groan escaping her lips as she arched into her own touch.
“Mmm, I hope you’ll remember this moment and jerk off just as hard tonight,” Tora purred, her voice dripping with seductive promise.
She rolled her head back, eyes fluttering shut as she pleasured herself, putting on a show just for Alisa.
“That’s how I’ll be imagining you, sweet Alisa… aching for my touch, craving my kiss…”
Tora’s words hung heavy in the steam-filled air, making Alisa’s face burn hotter than the shower water.
She swallowed hard, a nervous laugh bubbling up from her throat as she fought to regain some semblance of composure.
The sexual tension between them was electric.
Tora had just declared an intimate war, and God help her, but Alisa was already imagining the ways she wanted to surrender.
Alisa shook her head vehemently, trying to dispel the heated images Tora’s words conjured. “No, I am not…” she protested weakly.
Tora just smirked, winking at Alisa with a knowing, mischievous glint in her eye. “Not into girls? I see…”
Alisa trembled at these words spoken out loud.
“Don’t lie to yourself, babe. I can see exactly what you’re thinking,” Tora said, her voice low and sultry.
Alisa tried again, “No, really, I am not…” But her words lacked conviction as Tora’s boldness left her flustered and aroused.
“Oh, please,” Tora scoffed, stepping closer to Alisa.
“No one has ever looked at me quite like you have, babe. I know desire when I see it, and I’m seeing it now,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence and a hint of arrogance.
“Oh, if only I were in a hotel with you, I’d really like to hear you moaning and screaming my name, imagining me licking you. ”