Disclaimer: I don't own Strike Witches.
I originally intended this for my ongoing story, but after writing it, realized it could only occur during the first season.
I hope you enjoy!
Sanya staggered exhausted through the castle halls towards the witches' dormitories. Patrol had been particularly grueling.
It had rained the entire night, a cold, punishing downpour that had soaked her to the bone, leaving her clothes clinging to her body like a dead lover's embrace even before she had erupted above the cloud line. Halfway through her shift two Neuroi had tried to sneak across the Channel under cover of darkness. Her Magical Radar had allowed her to ambush the approaching enemies. Thinking they had snuck up on her, she had quickly pivoted and taken the first down with one rocket from her Fliegerhammer as they approached. The second had engaged her in a long running dogfight. She finally managed to shoot it down with one rocket remaining.
As the second Neuroi's remains drifted sparkling to the ground, she pondered how isolated she was in the sky, with only the tinny buzz of the tower crew in her ear receiver to remind her she wasn't all alone in the world. Minna had come over the radio and ordered her to remain on patrol until morning. While there was no reason to believe more Neuroi would attack this night, the Aliens had grown increasingly unpredictable. She was to scan the skies to be sure, and warn base of any intruders, but not to engage given her low ammunition.
And so four more hours had passed. Soaked, cold, alone. She couldn't even listen to the radio waves, needing to focus on the skies so.
She needed sleep, couldn't wait to flop down on the bed next to Eila and feel the comfort of the Soumi girl's body next to her own. The tall, fair-haired witch always made her feel safe, welcome. She always felt she could be herself with long-haired vixen, who always accepted her for who she was.
Pushing the door open to the taller witch's room, she staggered her way to the bed, shedding her cold, dripping clothes along the way with soft, wet thudding sounds. I wonder what Eila will do when she finds me naked in her bed, Sanya dreamily wondered as she slipped off her cold, drenched, clinging small clothes.
As she readied to topple into her angel's bed, she realize with shock that Eila was not there. In fact, the bed looked as though the Soumi witch hadn't slept in it all night.
What happened? Where could she be? Was she with another witch? Was she with Lynne?, Sanya wondered sadly, collecting her wet clothes from the floor. Eila always seemed to be attracted to the Brittanian's larger breasts. How could she compete with those?
She gently closed the door behind her, and made her way to her own room, sadness and shame trembling her lips, burning tears welling up in her eyes. She desperately hoped no one would see her making her way down the hall, see her humiliation at being cast aside for another.
She quietly shut the door to her room, dropping her wet clothes with a splat. She pulled panties and sleeper top from her dresser and slipped them on as she stumbled her way to her bed. With crushing sadness she crumpled into her bed... and bumped against someone!
Looking over, she saw Eila - her Eila! - sleeping in her bed, embracing her cat penguin as she used it for a pillow.
Without opening her eyes, Eila grabbed the edge of the comforter and tossed it over the Orussian's cold body. "On'y fer t'day, yuh hear?" her warm voiced slurred sleepily. The Soumi witch's arm settled over her own, to her chest, pulling Sanya tight to her. Sanya felt Eila's breasts and stomach against her back, her cheek nuzzling into her own. "On'y fer t'd-nnn..." she repeated, breathing slowly, slipping deeply back into slumber.
Sanya smiled beatifically as she drifted to sleep in her angel's comforting embrace.