YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 7

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For this round, we want to see prompts that are based on settings or locations! For your prompts, please provide a location or setting. It can be as specific or as abstract as you want, and can be in any medium you prefer!

POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each

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Prompt: Team Webcomics/Webtoons

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In the bleachers at a high school or college sporting event

FILL: Team Anime/Manga

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There’s a particularly loud cheer from the opposite side of the gym. Winter pays it no mind; Cinder’s mouth is on her collarbone, and it’s quite hard to think about things beyond that. She tilts her head up so she can see the light through the slats above and presses Cinder’s hand down harder over her mouth to muffle the sound of her own harsh breathing, and her brain can’t quite grasp the desperation not to be caught anymore, now that she’s —

Something thuds against the bleachers; someone must have fallen, or no one caught the ball in time. Either way, sound erupts over their heads, and Cinder lets out a pleased little laugh as she continues to kiss her way down her neck.

“Match is almost over,” she says against Winter’s throat, “got any last requests?”

“Oh, G-d,” Winter gasps into her hand, “you fucking asshole.”

Cinder drums her fingers against her hip. “Well?”

Another roar of sound. Why they even bothered to come here in the first place, Winter doesn’t know. Maybe Cinder’s just an exhibitionist. She jerks her chin away, out of Cinder’s grip, and chokes out, “I need you to kiss me again or I’ll lose my mind.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” Cinder grins. Her head lifts from Winter’s neck; her fingers slide up the side of her body, cupping her face. “A kiss for the road. You know what, I’m feeling generous.”

“Don’t get egotistical,” Winter mutters, and then Cinder’s mouth is back against hers, where it belongs, where it should have been this whole time.