"Kirigaya, are you alright?"
She didn't even know that she disconnected from reality for a bit. With a little confusion, Hitsugi looked up at her roommate. Way, way up, as she was sitting on the bed and Chitaru was standing.
Her expression made it so obvious that it was concerned. Maybe that's why she loved her. For her honesty. "You don't look well. Were the baths too hot? Are you running a fever?"
Hitsugi shook her head. "Not at all. Just thinking a little." With a sweet smile, she reassured her friend.
Yes, her friend.
Friend.
Friend.
"Is there any way I can help? You still seem troubled." She sat on the bed. The heat radiating from her body felt a lot more intense than usual. It made Hitsugi's heart skip a painful beat.
Yes. No. Both.
Hitsugi pressed the tips of her fingers against each other, averting Chitaru's gaze. "Um, maybe one thing?" Her heart was beating so heavily, so loudly. It rang in her ears and she can feel her body heating up. She could also feel Chitaru scooting closer to her, with the slightest arm touch.
"What is it?" The determination and protective nature in her voice was like an angel's trumpet.
She leaned her head on her shoulder. Snuggling up to her with the faintest voice, she asked, "Will you let me be selfish for tonight?"
A moment of hesitation. "Yes."
Her movements after that were slow, cautious. Chitaru laid down on the bed, although a bit nervous. This has happened maybe once or twice before.
It was a shameful thing. Becoming one with another female. However, if it pleases her, she will offer anything.
"I'll start touching you now."
The expression on both of their faces said nothing. Perhaps a blush crept on the redhead's face once the buttons on her pajama shirt started to be undone, exposing her well-developed chest. Then Hitsugi's shirt came off.
Sweet, tender kisses that trailed from her lips to her ear, to her collarbone to her chest. The gentle fondling of her sensitive breasts and the brush of her fingertips against her waist. This was wrong in some kind of way, she knew it. But she had no intention of stopping Hitsugi from touching her further.
She gasped when the child-like girl forced her tongue into her mouth, wriggling frantically. With a loud slurping sound, Hitsugi pulled away and dragged her wet tongue in a line from her neck down to her hips. Smoothly, her hands slipped off the comfortable fabric of her pants.
Chitaru covered her eyes, not wanting to face her any longer. As she felt her panties being pulled to the side and a finger mercilessly teasing her, she gritted her teeth. A tingling feeling came down from her spine into her legs, making her arch her back a bit as her legs twitched. But in her mind, she pushed away these sinful feelings. Her mission was to find and kill Angel Trumpet. She doesn't have time to reflect on her feelings.
Hitsugi, on the other hand, was internally bursting with emotion. The shivers she gets from being able to touch Chitaru's body so freely despite both of them being women. The assassin knew that she couldn't have Chitaru, so instead, she'll settle for this.
They mingled together in ways that normal friends shouldn't. They pressed their bodies together so closely that they could feel the other's heartbeat. The unbearable heat and the sweat coming from them didn't bother the other in the slightest. What mattered to them was that they were coming together in sinful ways.
And once Chitaru had fallen asleep, Hitsugi brushed her hand against her lion-like hair and pressed her forehead against hers. Hugging the girl's larger form, she whispered:
"Falling in love with Chitaru is unforgivable."
A/N: I apologize for the short, confusing, and utterly pointless smut. You get strange ideas in the middle of the night. ;v;