Hi everyone! So just to start with...I have never written M before. Ever. And then I got request to do yuri. I have never written yuri. BUT my wonderful friend and secret beta-er convinced me to do this. Everyone should review and say thank you to her and say that she is a fabulous Beta reader :) I will pass the reviews onto her. And if you have ever read any of my other stuff, you know how I like getting reviews too^^ And how warm and fuzzy they make me feel!

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Canaan let her head loll back onto her shoulders, the heat of the day forcing her to momentarily get her silver hair off her neck. She looked at her desk from her peripheral vision, eyeing the unopened box of chocolate pocky. She sat up straight, opening the box carefully. Canaan tore the packaging inside open, sliding out a stick of chocolate covered pretzel. Slowly, she slid it into her mouth, sucking the already melty chocolate off of the pretzel.

"Mm…" she said to herself, tipping back in her chair. She shut her eyes, holding the pretzel in her mouth while her arms hung next to her body. She vaguely heard the door to the apartment open and close as well as the sound of the closet opening. Canaan held back a sigh, ignoring it.

"Ne, Canaan…" Canaan heard, still not moving. She cringed as she felt arms slide over her shoulders, reaching up to take hold of the pocky stick partially hanging out of her mouth. "I didn't know you liked pocky."

"I don't." Canaan said as she felt the pretzel pulled from her mouth. "Alphard, I didn't know you liked pocky." she said a bit dryly, pushing the four chair legs back to the floor. "That doesn't have chocolate left on it either."

Alphard grinned down at the girl, pushing the pocky into her mouth. "That's okay." she said. "I don't like chocolate. I just wanted to know what Canaan's mouth tasted like. Yet I can't think of a word that describes it…" Alphard pondered.

Canaan sighed. She was used to Alphard's sexual harassment. She had been living in Alphard's apartment for over a month now after wiggling her way out of her mission to kill her. She looked up at the older girl, "What's for dinner?" she asked.

Alphard cocked her head to the side. "Isn't it your night to take care of it?" she asked.

Canaan stood up. "Fine. Jeez, what are we, a married couple?"

"Wouldn't that be nice." Alphard commented, absently finishing the pocky stick. "Ne, Canaan, I'll make a deal with you so that you don't have to do dinner." Alphard countered, grabbing a hold of Canaan's waist.

Canaan turned, raising an eyebrow at how awfully close Alphard's hand was to her butt.. "Alright." she said, crossing her arms.

Alphard snickered and stuck out her free hand. "Shake on it."

Canaan reached out and took the older girls much tanner hand, shaking it firmly. Nothing she does can surprise me anymore.

Alphard let go of Canaan, a bit regretfully and disappeared from the room, heading into her own. Canaan could heard things falling from the closet that Alphard was searching through. She came back out to the silver haired girl, holding out a hanger with a black too short maid dress with a small white apron and stockings.

"…" Canaan stared at the older girl with blank eyes. "What, cosplay?"

Alphard nodded, grinning. "I want you to wear it." she said, still holding it out.

"Excuse me?" Canaan asked, still not unfolding her arms to take the dress. "Does someone here have a dirty pervy problem?"

"Oh, so you want to make dinner instead." Alphard shrugged, turning away as if she was going to go and put it back in her closet.

Canaan's eyes widened. "Ah, ah! Wait!" she yelped out. "I got it, I'll wear it!" she said, lunging towards Alphard.

Alphard grinned as she felt Canaan flying towards her. She let herself be knocked to the floor. "Ooh, feeling frisky are we?" she asked Canaan, turning her face to see her. She licked her lips, flipping over onto her back so Canaan was straddling her.

Canaan snatched the outfit from Alphard's hands and stood up. "As if!" She said, stomping off to the bathroom without another word. She locked the door behind her and began to take off her clothes. She glowered at the maid outfit before picking it up, looking at the dress instructions.

1. Put on dress

2. Put on apron

3. Tie white apron bow

4. Pull on white thigh high stockings, attach garters

5. Tie hair into pigtails

6. Clip in black hairpiece onto top of head

7. Put on black heels

"Strange instructions…" she sighed, beginning to follow them. Canaan pulled in her dress, zipping it up the back. It fit snuggly, hugging Canaan's lack of curves perfectly. Tailored to my size…? She put on the apron and reached back, tying it into a tight bow before sitting on the sink to pull on the white thigh high stockings. She lifted up the skirt to attach the garters, her cheeks flushing slightly at the shortness of the skirt. She pulled out the black bows and pulled her silver hair into short pigtails, gritting her teeth. "What am I?! Her dress up doll?" she asked herself as she pinned in the black maid hairpiece. "Hmmph." Canaan said as she slipped on the high black heels. Stripper heels…My God…

"Alphard. I'm done." Canaan said, opening the door, her cheeks suddenly turning bright red. "A-Alpahrd! This skirt is way too f-f-flimsy!" she yelped as she took a step, the skirt immediately flapping upwards to expose white and black striped underwear. Canaan gasped, moving her hands to keep her skirt down in the front. "I-It's ridiculous!"

"Canaan! It suits you…" Alphard laughed, appreciating the view. Canaan looked adorable, trying to keep the skirt down, her cheeks red, her silver eyes looking deathly embarrassed. So moe! Alphard thought with a smile. "Alright. I'll make dinner." she agreed. "Come on."

"E-Eh? But Alphard I can't w-walk!" Canaan said, her knees bent inwards, her cheeks deeply flushed.

"Sure you can." Alphard said, walking into the kitchen, turning in the doorway to watch Canaan.

"N-n…" Canaan looked down at the floor, gripping the skirt in her fists tightly as she began to take small, embarrassed steps, shaking in the heels. "Oh-h…maybe I can…" she said, starting to straighten up.

"See? You're doing fine. Though it's a bit slow…" Alphard rolled her eyes.

"Hey! Don't make fun of me! At least I can wa-!" Canaan was cut short as she made a surprised sound as she toppled forwards onto the floor. Her skirt flew up, revealing the underwear yet again.

"Woah…" Alphard said to herself, her cheeks turning a bit pink. "Canaan? You okay?" She asked, scooping the smaller girl up in her arms.

"Put me down…" Canaan growled, refusing to show her face. She buried her face into Alphard's neck and squeezed her eyes shut.

"You sure aren't acting like you want me to put you down." Alphard teased, walking over to the couch. She gently lay Canaan down. "You hide here for a bit. I'll make dinner." She said and moved into the kitchen.

Canaan immediately buried her face in a pillow, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. What was with being carried princess style?! She thought furiously, shaking her head into the pillow. "Stupid perverted Alphard…" she whispered into it.

"Ne, Canaan…" Alphard glowered, setting the tray down. "I can hear you." she said. "Open your mouth."

Canaan looked up and was about to protest when something sweet was suddenly inside her mouth. "Mm…" Canaan shut her eyes, closing her mouth around it, sucking the sticky, sweet substance off.

Alphard smiled as she felt Canaan's tongue rub against her finger.

Canaan pulled her tongue over sweetness, trying to get it on the bottom of her tongue. She moaned in pleasure, swirling her tongue over the tip of the…Finger?! She quickly pulled her head away and looked down at Alphard's finger and then upat Alphard, her eyes wide.

Alphard grinned, looking down at her. "Was it sweet?" she asked, moving her hand towards her own face.

Canaan nodded slowly. "It tasted like…"

"Honey." Alphard finished, putting her finger in her own mouth, sucking it clean. "Canaan, you taste like honey."

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