The sun spilled in from the veranda, giving everything a soft yet bright glow- as only a morning sunrise could. She had risen shortly after her lavender silk clad lover had quietly and elegantly slipped from the bed to the shower, heeding the call of some invisible alarm clock. It was a toss up as to whether she would feel the other woman leave her side in the morning, but this time was no coincidence. Quietly, beneath the rhythmic sound of water beating tile that accompanied Shizuru's soft melodic humming, she had dressed and snuck out of the bedroom.
Forty-five minutes later, the Kyoto-belle emerged. She smiled gently as she made her way across the room toward their apartment's open kitchen.
You're ready early.
Natsuki returned the smile from where she was sitting at the dining room table, but offered no reply. Her silence went by unnoticed while Shizuru turned her attention to preparing the morning pot of tea. Under her breath, she continued her humming from previously. The delicate hand cupped around the tea leaf container reacted of its own accord, and her eyes bulged as she watched the small ornate box slip from her hand, teeter, and spill leaves before coming to rest squarely on the counter. Arms had snaked their way silently around her waist, and her body trembled involuntarily at the warm wet feeling of a tongue traversing the edges of her ear. Composing herself as quickly as possible, she brought a hand to rest over one of Natsuki's on her stomach.
Ara ara, Natsuki is in a playful mood this morning.
Shizuru was ignored, and struggled confusedly to remain calm as Natsuki slowly kissed and nibbled a path down her neck. Her eyes moved in and out of focus, and it became difficult to hear her thoughts over the pounding of her heart. She struggled valiantly- if in vain- to concentrate enough to pull away. Tightening her grip around Natsuki's hand, she pulled the arm just loose enough to allow her some movement. She turned to face the jade-eyed woman assaulting her, but managed only to whisper in a ragged voice, Natsuki, I have to go to work. The sentence trailed off, and she found herself succumbing to the serious and impatient look residing on the dark haired woman's face. She wrapped her own arms around Natsuki's waist and pulled her into a tight embrace, tilting her head to kiss the younger woman's lips. Each time their faces almost met Natsuki moved away slightly, just enough to make the kiss miss by the smallest of distances. One of Natsuki's hands left its place on Shizuru's hips to cup the ivory skinned woman's face. Bringing her own face close to the woman's other uncovered cheek, her lips trailed over it, kissing it slowly and gently. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the flash of confusion and longing in her lover's crimson gaze. She smiled slightly, and let her lips brush that of the other woman's.
The kiss turned into an intense and languid game of tag. Lips touching and parting in slow motion. Each moment of their coming together lasting seconds longer, becoming more insistent. Shizuru closed her eyes and welcomed the sensation of Natsuki's teeth lightly nibbling her lower lip, the persistent tug. Her hands slid under the back of Natsuki's shirt, greedily pulling her as close as possible. Finally she had what she had been wanting. Her body flushed, and she could feel her knees begin to weaken as their lips pressed against one another. Hungrily, she leaned into the deep kiss. Their tongues engaged in the heated, passionate throes that only lustful young lovers dancing in the misty shadows of a summer moon can imitate; whispering to one another the sweet nothings of the barbaric carnal language of desire.
Natsuki looped a finger over the top of Shizuru's skirt, and pulled. Still kissing, the two women inched their way back into the bedroom. Standing at the foot of their king size western style bed (something Natsuki had insisted on), Shizuru felt tugging at her blouse. Letting her gaze stray downward she saw Natsuki's hand deftly releasing each button. A small moan escaped her lips as cool hands moved across the skin of her chest, and then across her shoulder- causing her blouse to fall down her back. She let her arms drop to her sides and the blouse slid to the floor. Before she could blink or return her hands to where they had been, she felt her skirt sink down around her ankles, and found herself being spun around. If she had wanted to say anything, it would have been silenced by the electric waves coursing through her body as Natsuki's mouth made its way from the nape of her neck traveling down along her spine. She could only concentrate on remaining standing, which was a monumental effort in and of itself. She gasped when she felt Natsuki's teeth undo the clasp of the bra that had been a birthday present she herself had given to Shizuru. Goose bumps rose from the tickle of fingers tracing up her sides and over her shoulders, looping around the inside of the straps, pulling the satin piece of lingerie down until it too rested on the floor with the skirt and blouse. Shizuru twirled around, and resumed the kiss that had temporarily ceased. She moved a hand to the button of Natsuki's jeans, but before she could undo it she was thwarted. Natsuki pulled away from the kiss and clamped her hands over Shizuru's wrists. Her green eyes appearing almost black in the dimly lit room, Natsuki glared at Shizuru.
Nope
Shizuru's eyebrows furrowed, and then rose in surprise as she felt herself pushed down onto the bed, a knee coming up between her legs. Protests were silenced by kisses, and soon she stopped trying to struggle to get her pinned arms free. Once Natsuki felt Shizuru relax, she sat back atop her and traced her hands lovingly over all of the beautiful woman's familiar curves. Her fingers, her wrists, her arms, her neck...the delicious valley between her breast, the perfect crescent leading to her hips, and snow white skin of her thighs.
Natsuki..., Shizuru whispered questioningly as she watched the other woman survey her as if she were sacred Tea ceramics in a ceremony.
Shhh... , was the answer.
The woman disappeared beneath her black tresses as she bent to kiss along the same route that her hands had taken. If the kisses weren't debilitating enough...wonderfully, sensuously debilitating..., the feeling of Natsuki's hair trailing softly behind did the trick. Shizuru bit her lip and ran her fingers along Natsuki's scalp, sometimes gripping the hair there firmly when a sensation was overwhelming. She wanted her so badly, every nerve ending in her body was on fire and screaming. Just as the flesh of her inner thigh had found its way into Natsuki's mouth, the younger woman pushed herself off the bed and onto her feet.
Well, I have to go!
Staying only long enough to see Shizuru staggering to sit up, face flushed, and looking like a lost puppy, Natsuki strolled out of the bedroom, and out the front door. Walking to her Motorcycle she wondered idly if perhaps what she had done was too mean, but moments later thought the better of it.
No, Shizuru, now we're even.
She smiled and laughed wickedly to herself. Her personal vendetta was now satisfied. All the years of teasing and embarrassment she had suffered at the hands of the gorgeous former student council president had been made up for. Just once, Natsuki had felt the need to even the score and make the older woman be the one to turn bright red for a change.
