Um, um..…yeah, not sure. Not a one-shot but…..not sure if I should continue or not. o3o And waay OOC Himeko / Chikane...maybe. ;D

I Can Barely Breath
part i

Chikane sat up, her eyes gazing in the dark room as she tried to steady her breathing. The heat that flowed through her body make her nightwear stick to her, and her dry throat was crying out with thirst. But the hunger haunted her the most. She stole a glance at the still body beside her, curled as if searching for warmth since the blanket had slipped off and taken residence on the floor in a heap.

Any breath she had left escaped in a whoosh at the sight before, gone was the innocent look Himeko carried and laid there a provocative, young woman. Her shorts were hitched high, showing her lithe thighs, firm and fleshy - going to a v position that drew her gaze to the apex of her thighs. And a whimper wanted to crawl out of her mouth at the small, dark wet patch there. The urge to see if Himeko was as wet as she looked was tempting that her hand was already laid on the thigh she had been looking at, and she squeezed, her breathing ragged with desire. Himeko's thigh was firm and fleshy enough that she imagined herself tasting Himeko, gripping on her thighs to hold her down as Himeko cried out for more, thrusting her hips upwards.

She wanted to stop her hand, but there was an invisible force behind it that whatever her mind told her heart, it wouldn't listen. And Chikane watched dazedly as her fingers drew small, soothing circles on Himeko's inner thigh. She could feel the heat emanating from her friend's most sacred place and wanted to stop her movements from escalating. Yet, her hand stubbornly continued, drawing closer and closer to the wet heat.

And then Chikane froze when the barest of moans came from Himeko, it was long and low - different from her usual innocently-pitched voice. The thin self control she had disappeared at the sound, it was clear Himeko wanted a touch, conscious or not. And she knew how frustrating it was not to get release after a very good dream - dreams she had many starring Himeko and this bedroom. But, after this, you go to sleep and the morning, pretend nothing happened about what you did to poor Himeko when she was asleep. She promised herself, knowing she was treading on a thin line here. If…Himeko awoke, she was sure their friendship would be over in an instant. And that was one thing she could not take.

Her hand hesitated at the thought, to lose her friend over lust for release…or to take care of her friend's frustration. The way her heart suggested to her mind was winning. Chikane let out a shuddering sigh of delight as her hand pushed aside the shorts and made contact with the center of wet panties. They were slick with Himeko's juices, rubbing smoothly over her friend's sex as Himeko rocked her hips up in her sleep, her face contorted in distress.

Agile fingers ventured under the wet lace, the bare contact between Himeko's sex and her fingers sent an overwhelming sensation through her body. Her dry throat became much dried, more thirsty and made the hunger more apparent. A hunger she was desperately trying to suppress. A hunger that was growing with the longing that rested in the deepest recesses of her mind and heart.

Himeko's hips kept thrusting in an erratic way, her breathing labored and heavy. The very air around them was hot and sweat perspired on their skin.

Chikane couldn't deny how much she was affected by how wanton Himeko looked. The sweat on her skin gleamed in the dim light offered from the moon streaming past the semi-transparent curtains, her body writhed for a touch, someone's touch in reality than in her dreams. Her hand slid fully under Himeko's panties, cupping her wet hot sex as it pulsed and fluttered at her faint touch.

The lubricant was slippery as she thought, copious and drenching her hand in seconds as the moments passed by. Chikane's fingers went on a small journey to find the sensitive bud, discovering it cloaked and her fingers coaxed it come out. Rubbing and jabbing around the sensitive area, Chikane felt a brief sense of pride when Himeko whimpered in relief as the tips of her fingers slid over the pulsating bud. The heel of her palm grounded onto the quivering area of Himeko's heat, where the very source of her wetness came from. Chikane's fingers trailed away from her friend's clit, finding interest in dipping past the soaked folds of her sex.

Chikane felt a jolt, the contractions that pulled her fingers in deeper. And she was thrusting slowly, not wanting to wake Himeko up with her actions. Each thrust put her fingers in more deeper until she hit a barrier. Cold water doused her mind from its cloudy lust, she pulled her fingers out, ignoring the pleading cry that came out from Himeko's mouth and looked at her soaked hand in self-disdain. She was disgusted with herself, forcing herself on innocent Himeko like that…she shook her head, deciding that a cold shower will do for now.

Chikane gave one last glance at the sleeping Himeko, who was still searching for her touch. And something in her heart pleaded for her to go back, to take her into her arms and never let her go. But she burned those thoughts away and headed off the shower the lust that still burned her body even as shame ate away at her consciousness.

-x-

Himeko awoke to the sound of a shower turning on and then flushed as vivid imagery of her dreams flashed through her mind. She was wet, she pressed her thighs tightly together and an embarrassing sound was made. Gods, she felt like crawling in a hole. Himeko sighed, maybe a little release wouldn't hurt, besides… her friend was in the shower and she took long showers.

Her hand slipped under the band of her panties, fingers finding themselves coated in wetness as she circled her throbbing clit. Her back arched and sweat dotted her forehead. She pinched her nipple with her other hand, feeling like she was approaching her orgasm but something wasn't right - it wasn't her own touch she needed, but Chikane's - the only one she loved. She ached for her friend's touch, needing the contact as much as her breathing in oxygen.

"Oh…Chikane..!" She breathlessly cried out, imagining Chikane's eyes hungrily eyeing her body as she searched for release by touching herself. Her fingers rubbed harder, feeling the contractions getting shorter intervals as she kept up the fast pace. But the friction wasn't there, her hand was too wet and heated to fully bring herself the brink. And it frustrated Himeko to no ends, her breast continued to swell, ready to cry out at the impending release so close yet so out of reach.

I can't take it anymore - I need her. Now! She thought, already taking off her shorts and soaked panties and tank top as she headed towards the bathroom. Her breath was ragged with desire when she opened the door, she was expecting steam but found a naked Chikane shivering on the tub floor, hugging herself. A pang of sadness hit Himeko, that she forgot her nakedness and need and went to hold the trembling Himemiya in her arms. Chikane tensed but relaxed after a few moments, her dark, wet mane tickled Himeko's shoulder when she leaned her head down to rest there.

Then it shook her, Chikane was naked in her arms…wet from the shower and cold, no wonder why she was shivering. Himeko stood up, grabbing a towel that was nearby and wrapped Chikane back into her arms. She almost swooned when her friend hugged her back. She's so soft, like a teddy bear. Himeko thought, tightening the embrace and led the Himemiya to the bedroom and to her bed.

"Are you alright, Chikane-chan…?"

She pushed Chikane to lie on the bed and then snuggled up to her, loving the warmth that started the emanate from her friend's body.

"I'm s-sorry, Himeko…." Chikane started to sob, her body trembled violently as her hand clutched at Himeko's bare shoulders. Himeko only frowned, confused by her friend's reactions and wondered what could bother her so deeply. And a bit turned on, she felt shamed.

"Chikane-chan, whatever you did, needs no apology." Himeko spoke softly, rubbing Chikane's slick arms soothingly.

Then, oceanic eyes burned into her, making her feel alive and exhilarated than moments ago. Himeko bit her lip in contemplation, her hand trailed down Chikane's arm to grab her immobile hand. "Chikane… I-" She couldn't say, it didn't feel right. Not now.

Maybe never. Because Chikane wouldn't love someone like her.