[KnM][MH] Revolutions FuMoofu
Revolutions FuMooFu – Chapter 1 - Two Years Later; A Sexy Reunion
A Kannazuki no Miko and Mai Hime X-Over Fanfic
By Jen-chan
jen-chan at shaw dot ca
October 11, 2014 - October 12, 2014
Word Count: Approx 6,800
Note: This fanfic takes place in the same continuity as a previous story of mine called 'Revolutions' which was a T-rated fantasy/romance 3-way crossover between Kannazuki no Miko, Revolutionary Girl Utena and Mai Hime, and can be found on the Mai Hime Board (or, I guess, through my profile page).
No knowledge of that fic, and no knowledge of Revolutionary Girl Utena, is necessary to enjoy this series, because Revolutions FuMoofu is meant to be just fluffy, smutty, cracky, slice-of-life romance/comedy between the casts of Kannazuki no Miko and Mai Hime, with some Utena characters thrown in as cameos (and probably some other series too). You can think of the characters from Utena who show up in this fic as OC who play supporting roles if you want. Still, if you have the time, please consider giving 'Revolutions' a chance, but if you don't, here are the important character points that will help you to enjoy the context of the relationships as I present them in FuMoofu:
1) After the end of KnM, Chikane died and was reborn as a baby, who then grew up once again while Himeko continued to age. This means that Himeko is 16 years older than Chikane. Chikane retained all her memories of her previous life-that-never-was, while Himeko, as well as the rest of the world, forgot, since that life technically never happened.
2) Chikane ended up going to Fuuka Academy for high school (grade 10), and became roommates with Natsuki (grade 11). Through the course of the plot of Revolutions, she becomes good friends with Natsuki, Shizuru, Mai and Mikoto.
3) Himeko looked all over the world for Chikane, but ultimately never did find her, and was persistently pursued by Juri, whom she thought, on some level, actually was Chikane (or rather, her 'someone-special-just-for-me' because she didn't know that someone's name was 'Chikane'), because Juri and Chikane's souls and backstory are very thematically similar. She dates Juri for 2 years, and doesn't realize what she has with Juri isn't 'love' but actually just 'deep affection' until she actually meets Chikane.
4) There is a lot of drama and plot and the world almost ends but is ultimately saved. Everyone is happy. The Hime all have their Childs and Hime powers, but don't have to use them for anything (unless they want to). Monsters exist in the world, but the proper authority figures of humanity are doing a decent job holding them back.
6) Himeko remembers every single one of her past lives ever. She leaves Juri for Chikane.
7) Chikane gets expelled from Fuuka Academy for trying to destroy the world amongst other things, and ends up getting an opportunity to study music (which she's really good at) with Kaoru Miki.
8) This fic takes place 2 years after the end of Revolutions, when Chikane is 18, Natsuki and Shizuru are in university (20ish) and Himeko is, well, you can do the math. :)
Please enjoy! There are more author's notes at the end and comments and criticisms are greatly appreciated!
* 2 YEARS LATER*
"And the award for Best Original Score goes to...!"
The audience became hushed as the presenter took a deep breath, and paused for (overly) dramatic tension.
"... Chikane Himemiya! for 'KH Number 87', from the movie, 'Forever'!"
The hall was quiet for but a moment, before the entire auditorium erupted in thunderous applause, and the youngest composer, foreign born, ever to be acknowledged by the academy hesitantly stood up from her seat, somewhere in the middle of the room, an expression of wonderment on her face. Actually, she was more or less pulled to her feet from her seat by her light blue haired mentor beside her, Kaoru Miki, who then gave her a proud hug, before prodding her to get up onto the stage.
All of Japan seemed to erupt in celebration and pride as one of her daughters was celebrated in one of the toughest, most finicky industries halfway across the world. Chikane walked carefully to the podium and accepted the award from the announcer, who beamed happily at her, and gave her a one-armed hug and air kissed her cheek before giving up the spot light to her. Standing in front of the podium, wearing a beautiful, strapless, ivory evening gown and holding onto the famous golden statuette with the world watching, she blinked at the camera, as though she wouldn't quite figure out what all the fuss was about.
Eventually, the applause died down, and Chikane looked down at the heavy golden award in her hands for a moment.
Then she looked up at the camera, and swallowed nervously. She looked directly into its lenses, imploring it to transmit her thoughts to the one she wanted most to hear them. Millions of viewers became lost in the depths of her blue-green eyes, ensuring her popularity and stardom (and employment via marketability if not for talent) for many years to come, though her fond gaze was, of course, only for one.
The world awaited her words.
She didn't have very many of them. A grand total of only five, in fact. And she spoke them in her native Japanese.
"Himeko." She said softly. "Aitai. Onegai. Aitai yo."
And with that, she bowed in gratitude for the acknowledgement from the academy, and stepped off the stage. Translators all over the world went nuts trying to decipher her words.
'Rice balls!' They said. 'She wants rice balls!'
Eventually, they managed to get it right.
Himeko. I miss you. Please. I want to see you.
And then, the world went absolutely crazy, or at least, its love-sick, romantic, or tabloid reading or (lulz seeking) members did, and there were gossip columns, forum posts, twitter blasts and tumblr memes (rice balls, rice balls, rice balls, rice balls) for days discussing the appropriate or inappropriate nature of the short acceptance speech, though, none of that would become known to the young woman who gave it for a while yet.
Kaoru Miki looked down at his phone, and saw he'd gotten a text. 'You tell that drama queen that she can stick that statue up her-' he sweatdropped as Chikane sat back down beside him and offered her a weak smile. "That was memorable." He smiled. "And Juri says congratulations."
"I'm sorry, Miki-sensei," Chikane said softly, brow crinkling sheepishly. "I should have thanked you for all your tutelage and guidance and... and everything you've provided for me the last two years. I... I wouldn't be here, at all, without you. This statue is more for you than it is for me." The look on her face was sincerely apologetic and she offered the award and all the accolades that accompanied it to the mentor whom had guided her so meticulously over the last two years to her current success.
Miki laughed, fond eyes twinkling. "Don't worry about it, Chikane-kun. You thank me everyday already, endlessly. Do you not think me already aware of the depths of your gratitude?" He gave her another hug, a longer one, in her seat.
But, despite Miki's words, still, Chikane uttered once again, against his neck, clearly moved, "thank you, Miki-sensei."
After being released from the embrace, Chikane gave Miki the statue to look at, even as she asked, pensively, "... did Arisugawa-san say anything else?"
Miki smiled kindly. His protégé was being oddly transparent tonight, though, perhaps, considering everything, maybe that wasn't so odd. "I'm sorry, but it seems like the storm warning still hasn't lifted so they're still stuck on that island they've been shooting Miracles' catalog at. I know you're disappointed, Chikane-kun. I know Himeko-san really wanted to be here too..."
"It's alright, Miki-sensei," Chikane replied as politely as she could, able to keep most of the disappointment she was feeling from her voice.
But she was definitely feeling that disappointment within, and keenly.
When she had discovered weeks ago that she had been nominated for an Academy award, everyone in her social circle had been excited - except for her - for the night of the festivities was October 1st, the same night as her common birthday with her beloved. The plans she had been making with Himeko were effectively dashed when her publicist told her (or more precisely, screamed at her), that under no uncertain terms could she skip out on the 8Xth Academy Awards, for a birthday party. Successful though she was, apparently, Chikane just wasn't famous enough to get away with such diva-like behaviour (yet).
After that, things had started to fall apart when Daidouji Tomoyo and Arisugawa Juri, the owners of the fashion line 'Miracles' (and Himeko's largest clients), had then called the photographer up to book her on a lengthy photoshoot engagement in Okinawa. Himeko had only booked the job on the promise that it be wrapped up by September 30th at the latest, so that she could still attend the Academy Awards with Chikane, but mother nature herself proved to be the final obstacle as Tropical Storm #18 chose that week to touch down.
Chikane sighed. Sometimes, she wondered if it really had been such a good idea to take Kaoru Miki's offer and to become his student. For the last two years, she had studied music and composition with him at the Conservatoire de Paris, and in the last year, her studies had blossomed into an out-and-out career, as some of her pieces had been overheard by a movie producer who had then used several of them in a film about vampires and giant robots that was waaaay more successful than it had any right to be.
It wasn't that Chikane wasn't thankful for the success - she absolutely was - but it just kept her away from Himeko at such awkward and inopportune times!
*sigh* 'I would have gotten to see her so much more had I just stayed at Fuuka from the beginning...'
Though that thought too, was wishful thinking, as she had already been expelled from Fuuka Academy at that point.
But before Chikane could ask her next follow up question, suddenly, her own phone went crazy with a plethora of messages - her entire contact list seeming to want to wish her congratulations all at once.
There were so many of them, her phone was jerking around like it was having an epileptic seizure, so Chikane simply slid the device back into her clutch.
As soon as that happened, however, Miki's phone started to buzz. Looking down at it, he raised an eyebrow and said, "uh, Chikane-kun, it appears that your friend Kuga Natsuki has a message for you..."
"Natsuki-sempai? Why would she message you, Sensei...?" Chikane's voice trailed off as she looked at the message in confusion, and her eyes widened: Look up and back. 2nd Balcony. 4 o'clock.
Both composers looked at the cryptic message before slowly following its instructions, turning around in their chairs and craning their necks...
... and there, in the audience, they could spy several people madly waving their arms at them.
Chikane squinted, and then a broad smile came to her face as she recognized the madly waving idiots immediately: Kuga Natsuki was the one with her whole arm in the air, while Fujino Shizuru was seating beside her, smiling knowingly, her wave a slightly more discrete action. Seated beside her, was a woman with cascades of wavy, dark grey hair whom Chikane couldn't quite place, but she definitely recognized flame-haired Arisugawa Juri sitting beside her, so that had to be Daidouji Tomoyo, and then, last in the row, beside Juri was...
The blue-black haired girl's heart skipped a beat.
'Himeko!'
Chikane's face light up brilliantly, and had there been any cameras actually still trained on her, she would have broken the hearts of 58% of the world with her beautiful, genuine smile.
Himeko, seeing Chikane's smile, returned it with one of her shy own, cheeks blushing brightly, even as she mouthed wordlessly to her, 'Chikane-chan!'
"That was a mean joke to play," Chikane admonished her love, though she couldn't help but smile.
"It was Tomoyo-chan's idea," Himeko confessed, her own smile now apologetic. "We managed to leave the island just before they closed the airport, but we weren't sure if we'd make it to the show on time, or if they'd let us in for being late. Luckily, she was able to pull some strings, and we managed to get in, but then she thought it might be a good opportunity to surprise you."
Himeko closed her eyes as she snuggled in the seat beside Chikane, resting her head on Chikane's shoulder. "And I actually wasn't going to go through with it! I would have told you, Chikane-chan, except I couldn't because after your speech, my phone exploded with three hundred messages from everyone I've ever met telling me to get in contact with you, and I couldn't even get to the 'send' function! Everyone was laughing at me so hard! They refused to help me, and in the end, only Natsuki-chan was willing to relay the message for me, but then we saw you put your phone away, so we had to wrestle Miki-san's number out of Juri-chan!"
Chikane chuckled, greatly enjoying Himeko's story. "It looks like I might owe Natsuki-sempai a favor."
"That might be nice," Himeko agreed. "But maybe not necessary. I think Natsuki-chan was just really happy to even be able to get into the ceremonies and then into the after parties with Shizuru-chan, so she might think you two are even."
"Ah, I didn't think Natsuki-sempai was the type who would care for such parties." Chikane replied, cocking her head to the side, "nor did I think she would ever agree to model for you in Miracle's photoshoot. You were shooting the swimwear line in Okinawa, were you not?"
The tawny-haired photographer giggled. "Yes, that's right. Let's just say it's pretty amazing the types of things that Shizuru-chan can get Natsuki-chan to do. I'll have to get some lessons from her, I think..." She gave her beloved an almost-sly look out of the corner of her eyes. Well, as close to 'sly' as Kurusugawa Himeko was capable of anyway; the squinty-look seemed more like she was missing a contact lense instead.
Chikane chuckled, a hint of feigned worry in her laughter. "Really? Hmm. I may have to help Natsuki-sempai even the score a little then..."
'Or profusely thank Shizuru-sempai.'
They drifted off to a comfortable silence in the car, before Himeko looked upwards at Chikane from where she was still nuzzled against her. "Ne, Chikane-chan? Are you sure you don't have to go to any after parties? Juri-chan led me to believe that it was a career limiting move to not at least show your face for a little while at the Vogue event."
Chikane meant to shake her head in the negative, but that only ended up with her nuzzling her cheek against the top of Himeko's hair. She gave the fingers interlaced between her own a squeeze. "You made it here. No party could be better than that."
The tawny haired woman laughed softly, nuzzling back. "Then maybe we can have a birthday party for just for the two of us. Your last invite to me was only 18 years ago, and we never did get to celebrate it."
Chikane blushed, remembering the invite in question, from her previous life that never actually did happen. "Sounds like I owe Himeko quite the grand soiree."
Himeko laughed again. "If I wanted that, then I would have insisted we went with everyone else to the Vogue party."
And Chikane could not help but chuckle again.
They spent the rest of the limousine ride in silence, enjoying the dizzying sights of the lively North American city from behind black tinted windows, until the driver dropped them off at the swanky hotel that Chikane was staying at. It wasn't until Chikane was pulling her keycard from her clutch while they rode the elevator up did a thought occur to her. "You just arrive in Los Angeles today, didn't you, Himeko? Where is your luggage?"
Himeko didn't answer Chikane. She just smiled coyly, a faint, pleased blush on her cheeks, and, bringing out her own keycard, swiped and pressed the button for one of the upmost floors of the hotel before Chikane could finish pressing the button for her own floor.
Chikane stared at the name on the elevator panel beside the lighted button Himeko had pressed, and felt a touch of heat come to her own cheeks.
'The honeymoon suite...?'
"Miki-san might have helped me to arrange for your stuff to be moved up to my room," Himeko admitted shyly, as the elevator slowed, chimed, and the doors opened directly into the hotel's most impressive suite.
The suite was massive, and the first thing that grabbed Chikane's attention was the floor to ceiling glass windows that stretched over 180 degrees around, offering a panoramic view of the city of angels, its towers and billboards all shimmering and glowing with night life well into the distance, all neon and golden.
There was no noise coming from the city though - the sound proofing was top rate, and the only thing Chikane could hear was the soothing trickling of the water fountain, as well as soft, barely-there mood music, coming from the speakers built into the room.
The light in the room itself had been dimmed, bathing the very chic and modern furniture (and everything else for that matter) in a romantic and warm, soft orange light, supplemented by several strategically placed groups of candles.
For a moment, Chikane could only stare, awed, from the elevator. She had never experienced such luxury; not in this lifetime anyway, and the sheer decadence of it all could not help but bring back a sense of nostalgia for her life-that-never-had-been at Himemiya Manor.
"... do you like it?" Himeko asked, a hint of apprehension in her words, a slight crinkle of concern in her brow. But that trepidation quickly disappeared from Himeko's face when Chikane, still holding onto her beloved's hand, took a few tentative steps into the room, looked around, and then took a few more (much more excited steps) towards the windows, staring out at the beautiful city with a joyful fascination on her face. She then turned to bestow upon Himeko a smile of complete adoration and fondness.
"This is incredible," Chikane breathed. "Himeko, you shouldn't have! This must have cost a fortune!" Since she hadn't lived in the lap of luxury this lifetime, the blue-black haired young woman could appreciate the value of a dollar much more keenly. And many a dollar must have been spent to accord this accommodation.
Himeko returned Chikane's smile with a very pleased one of her own. Stepping forward, she tilted her head up a little, and kissed Chikane deeply, full on the lips and lingering there, and the luxury of the hotel room and the magnificence of its views beyond its windows, were completely lost on Chikane as there was simply nothing in the world worth paying attention to beyond Himeko's marvelous mouth on her own, her intoxicating perfume befuddling her mind, and her delightful body in her arms.
When they finally broke off the kiss however long later, Himeko's eyes were shimmering with desire, as she continued to look at those lips she had just parted from, reaching up and touching them lightly with her finger tips, as though she wanted to still be pressed against them. "Happy Birthday, Chikane-chan." Her voice was soft, sultry.
"Happy Birthday, Himeko." Chikane could only whisper back, completely lost in the craving in Himeko's eyes.
They held each other for a while longer, savoring one another, until Himeko gave Chikane a soft peck on her neck, and then pulled away. "Just give me a moment to get ready, okay? I'll be back in a minute." And then she padded softly away to the bathroom.
Chikane watched Himeko go, and felt her heart pound louder and louder in anticipation in her chest. She continued to stare at the closed bathroom door, wondering if this was a dream and when she would have to wake up from it.
Looking over at the bed with scattered rose petals all over it, Chikane walked slowly towards it, and sat down on its edge. She idly played with one of the rose petals, even as she felt her heart beat faster and faster. She looked at the bottle of champagne between twin crystal flutes in the elegant tray on the night stand beside the table, and then picked it up to read the label.
It wasn't until she caught herself reading and re-reading those words without being able to understand them that Chikane realize that there was something besides anticipation and excitement causing her heart to race: anxiety.
Over the last two years, there had been plenty enough of excuses to reason away why they hadn't yet consummated their love for one another beyond sleeping in the same bed. First there had been Himeko's rehabilitation and therapy to get through, then the physical distance between them, and through all that there was still the whole under-aged thing to contend with, but none of those had been the real reason why they hadn't yet been intimate.
So shocked was Chikane with this realization that she missed the click of the bathroom door opening, and it wasn't until she heard Himeko's voice say, a little unsurely, "... Chikane-chan?" did she look up to find that her beloved had changed out of her dark, stylish evening gown and into a crimson red silk chemise with a matching silk short robe.
Chikane's throat went a bit dry and her eyes widened at seeing Himeko an absolute vision of sensuality. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, but wasn't quite able to get any words to come out.
But somehow, Himeko seemed to be able to read the feeling that was squeezing her heart so, and an expression of concern came onto her own face. Tying her robe up, Himeko padded softly to the bed and sat down beside Chikane, holding her hand. "What's wrong, Chikane-chan?"
Chikane blinked helplessly a few more times, still unable to quite articulate her thoughts. She looked away from her beloved, feeling, suddenly, quite ashamed of her sudden lack of courage.
Then Chikane felt a hand on her cheek and let Himeko turn her face back up. She found herself unable to look at anything besides Himeko's sincere, purple gaze. "Oh, Chikane-chan, I'm sorry! It's too much, isn't it?" And Himeko was suddenly embarrassed and babbling in run on sentences of apology, even as she drew Chikane into a chaste hug, wrapping her arms around the young woman's waist. " I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking! We don't have to do anything if you're not ready yet! I'm sorry!"
"N-No!" Chikane said quickly, gently extracting herself from the older woman's embrace, so she could catch those worried amethyst eyes with her earnest blue-green own, though she still held her hands. "I'm ready, Himeko! I'm ready! I just... I just..." And then Chikane's voice got really, really tiny and unsure. "... I don't know if I'll be any good..."
Himeko's eyes widened, as she finally came to understand exactly what was on her beloved's mind - what had given her such anxiety - and she couldn't help but let a small, highly amused smile come to her face.
Himemiya Chikane? She who was good at almost everything she did, was having performance anxiety? What sort of strange, fake world had she fallen into?!
"Oh, Chikane-chan, my darling, Chikane-chan..." releasing her hold on Chikane's hand, instead, Himeko reached out, and tenderly cupped Chikane's cheek in a palm. She leaned forward, and kissed her beloved again, deeply, a kiss that very clearly communicated her passion, her desire, her love.
When finally that kiss ended, Himeko rested her forehead against Chikane's own to steady the younger woman, whom she suspected with probably feeling a little dizzy at the moment.
Unable to keep the shyness out of her own voice, Himeko asked, a little nervously, "... do you... want me to show you...?"
She could feel Chikane tense up a little in her arms, somehow embarrassed, pleased, nervous and excited all at the same time, before the blue-black haired young woman bashfully nodded her head, ever so slightly.
And Himeko could feel the butterflies inside her tummy all flap their wings at the same time.
"Okay."
Himeko kissed Chikane again, parting her lips to get a taste of her sweet, sweet mouth, gently lowering her down onto the bed, until Chikane's long blue-black hair fanned out over the pillows. The tawny haired woman carefully worked her way down her beloved's shimmering, ivory, evening dress - the one that had befuddled Himeko so and made sitting in that auditorium so difficult and torturous - tugging at zippers and lace ties, carefully working the beautiful dress off its owner's shoulders, breasts, waist, hips, legs, knees, ankles - feet - whoops! one got caught! - there we go - feet!, and letting the silk dress slip quietly down off the side of the bed.
Next came the lacy white undergarments - bra, bustier, panties, garter, and stockings. These took a little more patience, given the finery of the fasteners, but luckily Himeko was a fashion photographer and knew her way around the buttons and hooks without damaging them though the deliberateness of her actions - the warmth of the tips of her fingers as she gingerly worked her way down, coupled by the moisture of her lips, was enough to already drive Chikane's arousal up to heights the young woman hadn't known existed.
Maybe, in the future, there would come a time when their passion for one another was so urgent, they could no longer bother with removing all clothing, but this was their first, and Himeko wanted to show her beloved what lovemaking was all about - properly and patiently.
And when there was nothing left to remove, and Chikane was left shivering as much from the cool air in the suite as from anticipation, Himeko sat back, straddled across her partner's hips and gently took one of Chikane's hands to place it on her own breast, still clothed under robe and chemise.
"First..."
Chikane swallowed, pulling herself partially upright, even as she marveled at the silk under her palm and the warmth under the silk, gently moving her thumb over the flesh and across the sensitive tip that crowned it, resulting in a sigh being released from Himeko's lips.
With a shy smile, Chikane looked upwards at her beloved, and pulled at the fabric that held Himeko's robe in place, unknotting the bow in one smooth motion. The silk was so soft, it slipped off of Himeko's shoulders seemingly of its own accord, falling quietly and obediently away, forgotten. Then, she carefully lifted the edge of the chemise up, messing up Himeko's golden hair a little as she pulled it over her head, though Chikane was careful not to allow any of the hooks to catch onto Himeko's hair, and fun, sexy wiggle later, and soon Chikane had done for Himeko what her lover had done for her, and they were both free of their clothing.
"Next..."
With eyes sparkling with desire and maybe a little bit of mischief, Himeko maneuvered herself over top of her lover once more, and brushed her lips over Chikane's own, light as a feather's touch, and then sent the trail of sweet, light kisses down onto her throat, and across her collar bone. Strands of her hair slowly dragging behind, the brushing sensation they left in their wake amplifying the tingling Chikane felt all over her skin, raising fine goosebumps across her arms.
Eyes almost rolling into the back of her head, her mouth slightly open in rapture, Chikane tilted her head upwards, subconsciously raising her chest upwards for Himeko to claim, which the tawny-hair woman did so with relish, now bringing the warmth and wetness of her tongue into play, teasing sensitive skin with just enough pressure to leave her lover almost begging for more. A low whimper escaped Chikane's throat, and she raised a shivering hand to the back of Himeko's head, her fingers kneading into her scalp almost pleadingly.
And, of course, it was difficult for Himeko to not give Chikane what she was wordlessly imploring her for, for she loved the young woman so, and only ever wanted to give her anything and everything it was her Chikane-chan desired, so the almost torturous arousal that was gripping Chikane in the base of her tummy was almost mirrored in intensity to the hunger that ached inside of Himeko's own.
With more effort and self control than she knew herself to even be capable of, Himeko spent her time wisely and patiently, lavishing attention on every inch of Chikane's skin, kissing every finger, every toe, dancing her fingers across every muscle, until she was quite certain that she had reduced her lover into a boneless, quivering ball of jelly.
With eyes clouded so heavily with need she could barely see straight, Chikane tried once more to plead for release - please, Himeko, p-please...! - and finally, only then did Himeko finally acquiescent to stroke her beloved's tortured, tortured centre, and send her tumbling head long into a world she'd never, ever visited before, never even knew existed.
For a moment (well, much longer than just a moment), Chikane was not quite sure where she was or maybe even who she was, and the expression on her face was one Himeko burned into her memory as one she would never, ever forget, 100 years from now, 100 lifetimes from now.
And when Chikane finally came back down to earth, her eyes fluttering open as she breathed deeply, the gaze she gave her lover was filled with such adoration that Himeko could not help but blush, and sink into the pillows beside her lover, gazing back at her with silent fondness.
They laid on their sides, facing one another, drinking in one another, their legs intertwined.
Chikane gazed into Himeko's eyes for how long, neither of them were quite sure, before hints of a blush came to her cheeks, even as she smiled, and her gaze drifted down Himeko's body. Her gaze settled on Himeko's lower abdomen, and she cautiously moved a hand out towards the series of scars that were there, her eyes flicking back up for just a moment, seeming to beg her lover for permission.
The redness of embarressment in Himeko's cheeks took on a deeper hue as she could not help but let a hint of shame enter into her heart. Still, she nodded, the gaze in her eyes a little sad now - which was not missed by her lover - and Chikane gently touched the scars - so, so, many of them - stabs and slashes, cuts and gouges, reminders of the terrific, horrific battle that had happened two years earlier, to the day, when the Revolution had happened.
Chikane knew that Himeko was self-conscious of the wounds that had left her hospitalized for weeks and had required months and months of rehabilitation, but she herself found them to be nothing short of beautiful: badges of honor of her beloved's role in saving the world that she herself had put in such peril, two years ago.
The fingers she traced over Himeko's wounds were tender, and she reached forward to kiss away the shame in Himeko's eyes, before moving downwards to lavished her attention upon them, to let her beloved know that she did not find them unsightly, kissing each one tenderly, acknowledging each one.
And as she kissed and caressed at Himeko's body, she could feel her lover's anticipation build, as this brought her lips quite close to Himeko's centre, and she could feel her beloved shift her weight and position a little, to allow Chikane a little more access, a little more encouragement, a little more...
"Then..."
She could feel her lover's direction in the way Himeko's fingers dug encouragingly into her scalp, the tightening of the muscles in her legs and abdomen.
"Yes..."
She could taste her lover's conveyance, in her sweat and her scent, which she savored, intoxicated.
"... yes..."
She could hear her lover's instructions in her fevered moans and feathered sighs, and Chikane realized she had really had nothing to worry about, when she finally heard Himeko's third and throaty, "... yes...!"
And so, under first Himeko's tender ministration, followed after by her gentle instruction, they made love, and Chikane was able to finally give herself wholeheartedly to the one she had treasured for so many lifetimes, and would continue to treasure for many more lifetimes to come.
In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Chikane laid on her back with her head on a pillow, one arm up, with the back of her hand on her brow, an expression of wonderment on her face. Himeko rested her head on Chikane's shoulder while the younger woman held her close, her face flushed but her eyes relaxed and mellow, a small, happy smile on her face.
Presently, Chikane kissed the top of Himeko's head, and the tawny-haired woman looked up at her. "Hmm?"
Chikane had a slightly troubled expression on her face. "Are we on the same flight back to Fuuka, tomorrow?"
Himeko nodded. "I think so."
"And Director Himeno has you set up in the Teacher's residences?"
Himeko nodded again. "That's right. I might have bought the restaurant, but I can't rightly stay at Mai-chan's long term. There isn't the space."
"While I'm in the student dorm." Chikane sighed. "It's going to be a scandal, you know. We should find our own place as soon as possible." And Chikane couldn't help but smile sheepishly. "Because I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my hands off of you."
Himeko laughed, and then her smile turned a little shy. "Well... we do have a few more hours before we have to get up...?"
They were very late for their flight the next morning.
None of their friends were surprised.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Yes, I know, the Oscars are usually in February, not October. I just couldn't resist. =P
An earlier draft of this chapter had Chikane totally angsting it up, since this was going to be Their First Time, and with all the emotional baggage from what happened in KnM canon, I thought it would be inappropriate and disrespectful to not address that... and then I thought, you know what? I've written that fic already. More than once. So let's just not go there this time. And I have made peace with it. (And this series is supposed to be fluffy, dammit!)
This chapter is dedicated to Yukari Yakumo, who gave me my second review ever on Revolutions. I hope the Chimeko here was fluffy enough for you? (guubear was first but doesn't count since she's my wifu. (Just kidding sweetie! You totally count!)).
Cheers,
jen-chan
jen-chan-shaw. livejournal. com
OMAKE I: Inferiority Complex
[CHIKANE and HIMEKO are sitting on the edge of the bed, talking about their feelings.]
HIMEKO: [OUTSIDE VOICE] It's okay! We don't have to do anything until you're ready! [INSIDE VOICE] Oh gooood! How much longer am I going to have to self-gratify?!
CHIKANE: No no! I'm ready! I'm totally ready! I'm just... [Pushes index fingers together] What if I'm not as good as Shizuru was her first time?
HIMEKO: [INSIDE VOICE] Woohooooo! [OUTSIDE VOICE] Oh, Chikane-chan, I'm sure you'll be- [BOGGLES] Wait, what? We're about to get it on and you're thinking about Fujino-san?!
CHIKANE: I can't help it! [Turns away from HIMEKO and looks at the CEILING while SHAKING HER FIST INTENTLY at it]. We're sharing screen time again, and for some reason, the author seems to think Shizuru's more competent than I am at everything I do! I mean, I kinda understood in the last fic, 'cause we were on the Mai Hime board last time, but now we're on the KnM board! So shouldn't I be better than she is at everything?!
HIMEKO: [Takes CHIKANE's face in her hands and forces the young woman to look at her]. Sweetie, I am the only TAWNY-HAIRED-WOMAN you are allowed to obsess over, okay?
CHIKANE: [Sheepishly] Yes'am.
OMAKE II: In her Contract
[It's the OSCAR scene.]
ANNOUNCER: And the award for Best Original Score goes to Suzushirou Haruka! For 'Dona Dona' from the movie, 'Cows to the Slaughter'!
[The audience erupts in applause, and HARUKOW makes her way up the stairs onto the stage for her award. What is a HARUKOW? It is an impressively sized cow with purplely-grey eyes and shoulder length blond hair with short bangs. Normally, HARUKOW's hide around her front half is green and somehow contains markings that resemble the cut of an Executive Director's vest. Her middle and rear section resembles a dark grey pleated skirt while its back legs look like its wearing stockings. Tonight, HARUKOW has somehow managed to squeeze herself into an ruffly pearl-white evening gown - actually the very same gown as what CHIKANE was wearing.]
HARUKOW: [Tears of gratitude in her eyes as she accepts the oscar] Mooou! MOOOOU!
CHIKANE: ... ... ... [Stares at the script and looks up on the stage incredulously.] What is Suzushirou-sempai doing in this scene?
MIKI: [Sighing] I'm afraid it is in her contract to be able to show up at least once in each chapter of FuMooFu's omake. This season is partially named in her's and Nanamoo's honor, after all.
[Camera pans back to show the blonde haired woman sitting beside MIKI with a put-out frown on her face.]
NANAMI: Goddamn it, I need a new agent.
OMAKE III: Return of the Mai-Hime Style Preview
[HIMEKO's voice can be heard doing the voice over for a series of fast paced clips edited together very confusingly and with deliberate misrepresentation so brazen the author should be ashamed of herself but totally doesn't HAHA.]
HIMEKO: [Looking at the script confusedly] ?
CHIKANE: What's wrong, Himeko?
HIMEKO: I'm a little confused, Chikane-chan. [Shares the script with CHIKANE. It's a bunch of blank pages stapled together.] There's nothing here!
CHIKANE: Hmm... I think it might be because the Author hasn't quite figured out what's going to happen in the next chapter yet, other than us going back to Fuuka, as suggested in the last scene of this Chapter.
HIMEKO: Oh! That's not very responsible of her! How are we supposed to do the preview, if we're not even sure what's going to happen yet?
CHIKANE: I guess you're just going to have to wing it?
HIMEKO: [Worriedly] Um... okay? [Looks at the camera and sheepishly rubs the back of her head, giving a bit of a helpless shrug] My apologies, but, um, I hope you will stay tuned for the next chapter of Revolutions FuMoooFu? Which will probably be about Chikane-chan and I going back to Fuuka and what everyone else has been doing in the last two years? I think? Maybe? [Looks back at CHIKANE helplessly] You think?
CHIKANE: [Shrugs helplessly] Probably?