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McQueen and Teio step out of the dressing room, clothed in their alternate racewears. They had a few minutes until the winning live, and were on standby backstage.
“I’ve seen it plenty of times by this point, but this racewear truly does suit you,” McQueen says.
“Hehe, right?” Teio smiles brightly and does a little twirl. “They even gave me a feather to match your racewear!”
McQueen looks to Teio’s earpiece and smiles, seeing a red feather and a light blue feather hanging from it. It was as if Teio were carrying a piece of her with her every time she wore it.
“It matches your indomitable fiery spirit,” McQueen says, fondly. Her eyes drift down to Teio’s exposed stomach, admiring the toned muscles on display. “Though I must say, the midsection is quite bold.”
“Hey, my eyes are up here!” Teio blushed and covers her stomach. “And you’re one to talk! You always have your stomach out!”
“Well, I can at least say mine is on the more tasteful side,” McQueen remarks. She holds up her hand, examining it as nonchalantly as she can, and says, “Yours isn’t bad, though… I suppose my only misgivings would be that… others… can see it.”
Her tone of voice, however, betrays her slightly, and Teio’s eyes widen. She looks around before leaning in close to McQueen, placing a hand over one of McQueen’s exposed shoulders.
“…this is my racewear so I can’t not wear it, but next time we’re alone together, I can wear anything you want, just for you,” she whispers, winking.
McQueen’s face flushes pink. “I-I never said you had to stop wearing this, but… very well,” she says, and nods.
Teio moves back slightly but stays close, her hand lingering on McQueen’s shoulder for just a moment before she pulls it away and takes a good, long look at her girlfriend.
“Your racewear’s really cute on you too, McQueen! Shorts are a good look for you, and the color scheme is really easy on the eyes! Your frills are really pretty too!” Teio lists off compliments while continuing to look her up and down. “It really feels like we were meant to be a set with these, hehe!”
McQueen smiles, the color in her cheeks darkening. “Thank you, Teio.”
Just then, a stagehand calls out.
“Tokai Teio, Mejiro McQueen, ready whenever you are!”
“Ah, okay!”
“Alright!”
They both call back, and turn back to each other.
Teio reaches out and takes McQueen’s hands in hers. She lazily swings them side to side, and McQueen looks at her questioningly.
“You know, since I DID win the race, I think I deserve a little reward,” Teio says, teasingly. “I think Miss second place could stand to give me a good luck kiss before we go on.”
“My,” McQueen laughs. “I wasn’t aware you were so desperate you felt the need to beg for one.” She tugs on Teio’s hands slightly, bringing them to a stop. “Though, we’re both going on, so naturally you should be giving me one as well.”
“Hey! I got first place! So that means I get mine first!” Teio pouts.
Without any word or warning, McQueen leans forward, grabbing Teio by her shirt and kissing her, pulling her close.
McQueen pulls away slightly after a few seconds and whispers, “Good luck, Teio.”
Her breath falls on Teio’s bright red cheeks, and McQueen lets go and smiles smugly when she notices her dazed expression.
Teio regains her composure after a moment and leans forward, pressing their foreheads together.
“Resorting to sneak attacks because you couldn’t win fairly, huh?” She moves a hand behind McQueen’s waist and pulls her closer. Teio’s other hand cups McQueen’s cheek carefully, her thumb gently rubbing her cheek.
“Well, it’s not my fault you weren’t ready,” McQueen says, softly. She leans against Teio’s palm, the warmth comforting.
The noises of the murmuring crowd outside are muted here, and McQueen’s eyes shimmer faintly in the dim backstage lighting, as if daring Teio to make her move.
From this distance, Teio can count the number of lashes on her eyes, and if they weren’t about to go on stage, she would have spent all the time in the world doing so. Instead, she leans in and gives McQueen the kiss she’s been waiting for.
Teio has to stand up on her toes slightly to reach her, and McQueen closes her eyes and holds completely still, finding it incredibly endearing. The kiss lasts for a moment, then another, and then Teio leans back to rest on her heels.
Teio grins and laughs, blushing slightly, and McQueen sighs dreamily as she looks at her fondly, as if nothing else mattered in the world other than the girl before her.
“Good luck, McQueen,” Teio says, slightly bashful.
McQueen’s heart is pounding, arguably more than when they’d been on the track, and she wishes this moment could go on forever.
Teio lets go of McQueen, only to join their hands again, this time lacing their fingers together. The feeling is comforting as always, their fingers slotting together perfectly.
“Next time, you’ll have to give me mine first when I win,” McQueen says.
“Hey, that’s only if you can beat me!”
McQueen giggles, but then Teio brings one of her hands up to her face, and while looking deeply into her eyes, gently kisses McQueen’s fingers. “I’ll give you as many as you want… after I get mine,” Teio says.
McQueen’s laughter is caught in her throat and her blush comes back full force. Before she has a chance to respond, Teio laughs again and steps back. “Come on, we have a concert to do!”
“Wha- Teio!”
Teio lets go of one hand and pulls her by the other, running towards the stage while laughing, and McQueen thinks the only thing better than chasing after her like this would be for her to be the one leading her by the hand.
And as the audience cheers loudly at their timely appearance, McQueen thinks she’ll have to put Teio in her place next time.