Another story, curtsy of my imagination… I guess– brief note: please be patient, it might take some time to update because of University.
Enjoy, please. (I really don't care what anyone thinks of how I write.) I'll say this ahead of the chapter, sorry for mistakes.
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[And 'distracted' and 'pressured', oh and also 'winded', I know it's past tense, but it fits for those paragraphs. There are a few… Okay?]

Whipping air

week one: day seven

"It is too late for you to be awake, Himeko-san," was murmured against the sensitive skin of her neck, those sinful soft lips brushing against her racing pulse, sending a current of electricity to travel over her body. Her body is trembling for a reason she didn't want to accept… even as her heart pounds, her mind close to blanking.

It is the first official week since meeting and being forcefully housed together with the enigmatic Himemiya heiress and she still froze at the sound of that smooth voice sliding into her ears.

But… those eyes were showing no kindness when in public, no warmth as her body pressed to her back. Pushing her deeper in the bed, those arms were supporting her body from crushing Himeko's.

'Why is it that I can't escape from her grasp? Underneath it all…the serenity is anger, a bitter poison.' Himeko sighs into the pillow. Wrists caught, body pressured by pleasurable weight as it made her shift uneasily.

Her nether regions to tingle, the aggressive side of Himemiya was alluring, more so when she was hissing commands to stay quiet and the grip changes perceptibly to know that it was a trap to see if she was foolish enough to run away. She was merely playing a game with her.

With her as the prey and Himemiya as the hunter. Himeko didn't understand why she caught the eye of the idol since transferring. She was not interesting, clumsy and had her share of embarrassing moments, such as falling to gravity as she was putting her shoes on, stammering out an answer when the teacher called upon her. She isn't pretty, her body is plain and… burning.

It is within temptation as she bit her bottom lip to distract her from the moan wanting to come out because of Himemiya's intentional nips on her neck, nearing the hollow dip by her collarbone. The dark hair draping her sight of the door, her only exit…and she asked herself, 'Why did she choose to torment me? Is it because I am different from the other students?'

She tries her best to turn her head, to look at the youthful and so beautiful face, as her beseeching gaze caught sapphire. The raw emotion stole the breath from her lungs, it is starting all over. But she couldn't fall into the trap, no matter how sensual the heartbeats are, echoing into her ears, lulling her into a calm state as she grows more comfortable with that toned slim body on hers.

The weight over her body lessens (and she panics), the heat made her yearn for prolonged contact of skin, of body heat to stay warm in the cool wind drafts of September.

"You should…will go to your room and…" The voice is breathless, trailing off as though in a daze.

Hands suddenly push her over the edge and onto a hard floor, her lungs draw in air desperately, winded and dizzy, she stumbles out of the room with a heavy heart. Her heart hurts, she furrows her brows in frustration and tries to forget about the pangs.

Sapphire eyes blaze ferociously

"…Just get out of here!" That voice yells, she ignores the stinging of her heart.

For once, she is feeling so pitiful before her legs could actually move without wobbling. Her eyes sting with the familiar sensation of tears ready to spill, but she swallows the lump in her throat and sighs as she stands to leave, pausing every once in a while until the vertigo went away.

Her mind is obviously distracted.

Those intoxicating sensations aren't fading, and it makes her heart ache as though physically pained to leave. And she didn't want to leave, that body is warm, consoling, it sooths her fears and worries, but it isn't what quells her, but who.

'But it would do you best to forget…' Those eyes that scorned her, made her ache and want, for longing caresses her body screams for. But this wasn't what she wants, though the Himemiya heiress can give her what she needs to know that it was reality.

There are thoughts to forget and memories to remember always. Those nimble fingers that would trail along her spine, tickling the small of her back as she groaned, and sighed with content when that mouth from two nights ago would torture her sensitive neck. Arms wrapped around her, body pressing down against her; it had become a familiar pattern she was acquainted with, even now.

The storm behind sapphire eyes, a fragile mind hiding behind the stone mask. But even stone could weather away, weakening from what it couldn't protect from. The heart.

Angry gestures trying to relapse her gentle touches like medicine to cure a sickness.

It was like cold air whipping her to reconcile for her strange tender behavior, but as soon as those actions were touching her body, it would be gone, buried deep and hopefully lost.

'Enough Himeko, stop fooling yourself.' She didn't want to believe that she was falling for such a person. But she could not help whom her heart chooses to fall in love with, even if it pains her to know that…

A person who was out of her league and would probably laugh at her for being so stupid. With the cruelest of words, and the gentlest of voices, Himemiya would ridicule her, pity her, humiliate her.

It was tiring. She didn't understand why Himemiya was agitated with her. One day, she would be nice, then next hour– nevermind day– the dark-haired teen would watch her with her hackles raising and narrowing eyes.

Himeko leans against the wall, the door was thankfully shut before the solitary tear runs down her cheek. Her nose congests as she sniffles, looking sadly towards the mahogany entrance where the Himemiya would be laying in her bed.

'Why couldn't it be someone else?' The thought is less than comforting when she picks herself up and walks to her assigned bedroom. Ready to fall to the darkness and slumber for an eternity if she had the choice to do so. Himemiya's welcome wasn't exactly warming or tender– but it fulfills her with more promise than anything else.

She wonders why Himemiya isn't as gentle as she looks, and then the thoughts evolves into daydreams from there as her eyes close, desperately holding onto the sensations created from those slender hands before. The pillow is soaking with her bittersweet tears, drying up through her dreams.

'Day five daydream and I don't understand. Why do your words murder me, even when I heard you say them before? Are you trying to kill me?' Her lungs needed oxygen, those familiar hands and fingers drew the most interesting of designs on her bare abdomen.

With fingers grazing the dip of her navel and close to her erogenous zone by her sides. The soft pads of her fingertips were hypnotizing in the ghosting movements across her taut stomach as she arched.

"Chikane–" A brutal kiss to her lips stopped her name from ending with the dreadful 'chan' suffix.

"Do. Not. Speak…I don't want to hear it. You're mine, always…" A hand tilted her head so she could see the eyes that glinted dangerously in the night, even without the light, she bet she could find her way to the Himemiya.

An arm wrapped around her waist and propped her body to lay against the front of Himemiya, where her hands slithered down and cupped a breast. Palming it possessively as shivers ran down Himeko's spine, the contact maddened her, and had her nipples peaked.

She felt the familiar clench of her sex as those lips parted and leaned to kiss her… that warm body so firm and secure despite the dislike Himemiya directed at her, at times.

'This is properly obscured by… not love; but…why does she make me feel this way? Why her?' Her breath was labored more noticeably, harmonizing to the rapid thumps of her heart.

Himeko bit her lip, screwing her eyes shut when she felt distracted by the pain as it hummed on her bottom lip, Himeko can say she is lying when it is not love.

That was when Himemiya laughed, charming and deceptive chimes that alluded to one thinking she was happy, but it was nothing but sadistic pleasure. There was no kiss to receive, she has been deceived. Again– but still, she didn't care, for the moment she felt daring, even half-naked.

Himeko really wanted that kiss, it would be her first and last one because… she didn't have in her to deny these incorrigible emotions reigning like a maelstrom. 'I love you, Chikane…' She wanted to scream, cry and laugh at how elated and relieved she felt.

Never had Himeko felt so certain about feelings, or emotions, they always seemed to jump on you. Never giving you time to adjust, you had to adapt and accept whatever was coming.

"C-C-Chi…" Her heart skipped a beat when that smooth chuckle was near, that fire raged across her body when lips, sculpted and full, brushed against her own.

Teasing, as though Himemiya loved the pleasant thrums she derived of how their mouths connected so perfectly. Even when Himeko bumped her nose to Chikane's. It didn't matter, though. In any way, the imperfection added to their body reactions. That every hovering touch sent Himeko whimpering, and Himemiya to let the burning desire to ravish her teen house-mate where they lay in her bedroom.

"Gods, Himeko… Just…" She could barely hear Chikane's voice, it was inaudible. "…Stay here with me."

Then Himemiya's lips branded a passionate trail under her chin, pecking at the one sensitive spot that made Himeko so responsive to her touch.

The neck was delicious, sweet sweat, the racing pulse under her tongue, and how Himemiya wrapped those lithe strong arms around her petite waist, pulling her more closely, in personal space and making that path of licks, kisses and sinful nips more intimate than it was.

Himeko never wanted it to end.

That tongue was powerful, seductive and sensual after her mouth latched onto her collarbone, making a red spot become anew with her brand. It left her breathless when hips grinded against her behind, her body trembled. Arms embraced her so securely.

And the thin barrier receipting to her pleasure was damning… she could barely keep herself together before dark dilated eyes bore into hers, her neck open to those nipping lips as her head was thrown back.

'Such a pulling gaze', and Himeko gasped when questing agile fingers had curiously dipped past the elastic band of her underwear, rubbing near her sacred mound.

She could feel the coarse hairs as though it were her own exploring hand, the heat of her desire, and was surprised by the copious amounts of liquid lust that ruined her panties…Himeko hissed as fingers went further south, swiping across her sensitive bundle of nerves.

It was amazing, her body felt so… so hot, and high, otherworldly.

It was…

Morning already, and she could hear the bird chirping. The sun to bathe her room in glorious happy colors. It makes her mood a tad bit better before dreads flutters in her stomach, because Himemiya wasn't going to change. It will be the same routine, over and over.

Her heart thumps painfully, breath beginning to get ragged at the thought of those wonderful to strike her helplessly. As they darkened when they travel along the contours of her body…

Himeko shakes her head, dismissing that daydream. It was beyond her grasp.

She sits up, hands on her lap before she decided to stretch. All those stiff muscles from hanging half on the bed and half left to dangle precariously. Then, the petite blonde was aware of the sticky situation between her legs because of her… arousing dream that involved a very sexy Himemiya.

Combing her hair back, she chooses to shower off the perspiration off from the heat of her fantasy. A silk blouses two sizes too big is stripped off, next is her shorts. Himeko is more in surprise to know that she didn't once trip or tip to the side and hit her head.

'But that would be in Chikane's favor, she hates me, after all…' A despondent sigh rips past from her mouth.

She tip-toes to the stand-in shower, delicately turning the tap between hot and cool. Himeko looks at the creamy ceiling, seeing swirling designs and was reminded of her dream once again. It was incorporeal, nothing else.

Yet, she couldn't help but revel in the feel of the tongue lashing roughly against the skin of her neck, and how– all too real– it felt. The heat of that strong tall body fitting to her back and grinding against her ass. Arms drawing her tightly against the slim form until there was no more space.

Himeko bites her bottom lip, distracted by the sensations of reliving that wild fantasy.

"Oh gods, she is a pile of my temptation."

Before the water was to wrinkle her hands, she pulled out of the shower and turns the knob to stop the water from flowing. The towel wrapping tightly for her delicate frame as she opens the door to change into her uniform and attend the academy that was so high on a hill.

It is going to be a killer on the thighs. Unless… Himemiya shares that limousine of hers. But Himeko doubts it and needs breakfast because of her hunger.

She wonders how awkward it is going to be…

to be continued…