Standard Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Sunrise owns Mai-HiME as well as Shizuru and Natsuki. If I owned them, there would be a lot more ShizNat, and a lot more ero-ero.

Warning: This story contains (ba-ba-ba-bum!) adult content, including, but not limited to, sexual activities between two women. If hawt yuri pr0n offends your delicate sensibilities, or if you are not of legal age to view mature content in your area, please do not read this story, or probably any other ShizNat story for that matter. You have been warned and proceed solely at your own risk.

Then again, if you're one of those people who does it all for the ecchi, then please; read, review and enjoy!

Such a Tease

Surprise

"I'm home!" Natsuki called as she closed the door behind her. She looked around her small dorm room, noticing that it looked considerably tidier than her slovenly habits usually allowed.

Shizuru was on break from University this week and had mentioned that she might stop by, and though the evidence of her cleaning efforts was apparent, Natsuki didn't see the ex-kaichou herself yet.

Natsuki tossed her schoolbag on the floor in front of her small couch and wandered into the kitchenette, preparing to forage for a little food. She opened the refrigerator and was about to reach for a bottle of Kewpie mayonnaise when she heard a faint click on the linoleum behind her.

Natsuki turned to find Shizuru standing there in a plum-colored kimono; head cocked slightly, hands clasped in front of her. Natsuki had meant to speak, but now she just stood there in the open refrigerator gaping.

She took in Shizuru's soft, slightly curved lips, her chestnut waves, and her red eyes, glittering with pleasure at her beloved's presence. Natsuki let her eyes wander down over Shizuru's full breasts, tugging gently at the rich satin of her kimono, following the curve of her obi-encircled waist, and felt her heartbeat speed slightly as she noticed the way the fabric gently draped Shizuru's thighs and settled into the valley between them.

Before she could think any other impure thoughts, Natsuki was pulled from her reverie by the cold air from the fridge snaking its way under her school skirt, which made her blush for entirely different reasons. She opened her mouth to speak, but had to first swallow down a baseball-sized lump in her throat and remind herself to breathe properly.

Natsuki turned back around to the fridge to hide her embarrassment, tearing her eyes away from her girlfriend and hoping that her midnight tresses would hide her face which was rocketing toward a lovely shade of tomato.

"Um, hello, Shizuru. I, uh, er, ahem…I was just looking for something to eat."

The twinkle in Shizuru's eyes grew decidedly mischievous as she observed Natsuki's agitated state and she closed the distance between them, leaning over the younger girl's shoulder as she peered with unusual concentration into the under stocked refrigerator.

"Ara, so Natsuki is hungry?" she asked. She leaned a little closer, placing her hands lightly on either side of Natsuki's hips and letting her lips almost brush the high school student's ear. Pouting a just little, she sighed, "I do hope Natsuki wasn't about to have a mayonnaise sandwich or something equally unwholesome."

Natsuki shivered. The cool air from the refrigerator was washing over her front and the older woman's body heat was burning into her back as that lilting Kyoto-ben slid past her ear on puffs of sweet warm air. It was more than she could handle.

She shot up, almost hitting her head, and spun around, closing the door. She found herself staring right into Shizuru's crimson eyes, which, she was irritated to note, were alight with amusement. She scowled and tried to convince her traitorous heart to quit exceeding the posted speed limit.

"Ah, un-un-n-wholesome?" she squeaked, "N-no! I mean, maybe just as a snack or, er…"

Natsuki saw her lover's lips twitching with barely contained mirth and resorted to her best defense in the absence of her Element, the icy Kuga glare. As expected though, Shizuru only giggled, and Natsuki shifted uncomfortably.

"Shizuru!" she admonished, crossing her arms over her chest. They had only been properly dating for a few months now, since the hard-headed Natsuki had finally accepted her feelings for her best friend, and she wondered if Shizuru would ever stop having this effect on her. Shizuru herself seemed never to tire of tormenting her, at least.

The Kyoto-born woman only laughed. It was her real laugh, throaty, musical and full of fondness for the younger girl. Natsuki couldn't help but melt a little as Shizuru gently took her hand and led her into the living room.

"Ara, ara, Natsuki, you seem tense. Why don't you sit down and I will make us some tea?"

Shizuru guided the younger girl into the desk chair, which she pulled out into the room a bit, facing it toward the window, and began gently rubbing Natsuki's taut shoulders. Natsuki couldn't help but relax into the soothing touch, her brow smoothing and her breaths becoming more even as she looked out over the afternoon sky.

The full sleeves of her girlfriend's kimono swept back and forth over her upper arms, releasing a scent that was distinctly Shizuru. Natsuki identified it as something like green tea flavored with cherry blossoms, but carrying a slightly musky undertone that reminded her of dark lacquered wood.

Natsuki let her head fall back slightly as she listened to her own breathing and the swish of satin brocade. Wait. Why was Shizuru wearing a kimono in the mid-afternoon? While the once-kaichou looked good in everything from casual to traditional attire, Natsuki was only used to seeing her in a kimono on special formal occasions, or in the evenings, before she went to bed.

Before she could ruminate on the oddity any further, Shizuru stepped back. "I'll go prepare our tea now, Natsuki." With that, she retreated into the small kitchen, her steps clicking softly as she moved about. The blue-haired girl relaxed again, sighing, but soon brought her head up once more. Her brow furrowed as she listened to the other woman busying herself in the kitchen. Clicking? Was she wearing shoes?

Before she could complete that thought, Shizuru returned, accompanied by the tinkle of what Natsuki assumed was china. The older girl leaned over Natsuki's shoulder, her honey-colored waves falling over her neck. Natsuki trembled as Shizuru whispered, lips against the shell of her ear, "I have a surprise for my Natsuki today. Would you like to see it?"

Natsuki's eyes popped open. A surprise? Before she could decide whether this surprise might be a good thing or a bad thing, Shizuru's hands encircled one of her wrists, and brought her arm behind the chair. Shizuru's hand was swiftly replaced by a cold, hard ring with a metallic click. The action was repeated with Natsuki's other wrist before she could react.

Shizuru's laughter filled her ears, rich and deep and thoroughly amused with herself. Natsuki jerked in the chair trying to free herself but was, of course, stuck fast. Shizuru skipped out of her reach, even though Natsuki couldn't move her arms, and chortled gaily.

"Shizuru! What the fuh-huh...oh my God! Please, please tell me you didn't just h-handcuff me t-to a chair!" Natsuki was mortified at the very idea, and growing even more mortified as she became aware of the heat building between her legs at the prospect of what Shizuru might do to her now that she was at a such a disadvantage. "W-where did you get these things anyway?" she sputtered, her face on fire and her hair threatening to catch any second.

"Tsk, tsk, Natsuki." Shizuru muttered, tapping her lips with one forefinger. "Such a violent blush can't possibly be good for your blood pressure." Natsuki hadn't thought it possible, but she felt her face flare hotter at the words, and a growl built in the back of her throat.

"Get these damn things off me now!" She barked, starting to feel a little frightened by the prospect of being at the tender mercies of one Fujino Shizuru.

Shizuru just shook her head, and stepping close to Natsuki, cupped her flaming cheek in her hand. "Ah, but Natsuki is so bad at relaxing on her own. I worry about Natsuki's health so I have to make sure she has ample…" she brought her face closer to Natsuki's, her voice dropping into a slightly lower register, "… leisure time." With this she placed a kiss on her beloved's nose and pulled back a bit to look into her deep green eyes. "Or…don't you want to see your surprise, Natsuki?"

Shizuru's pout looked so lovely that Natsuki was compelled to lean forward and kiss it, but she held herself back. She was decidedly unhappy with Shizuru just now. "I'm more than surprised enough already, thank you very much." Natsuki huffed. "I'm afraid to see what you could possibly…" her words trailed off because Shizuru wasn't listening.

Instead, Shizuru's hands were deftly working her obi loose. She shrugged a bit, letting the rich plum fabric of her kimono slide down over her shoulders, revealing smooth skin, graceful collarbones and the creamy tops of the ex-kaichou's oh-so-perfect breasts.

Natsuki's eyes widened. Was she naked under there? What about the shoes she had heard? She dropped her gaze to the floor to see the strapped heels that Shizuru had on. The older girl lifted the hem of her kimono, turning her back to her captive. Natsuki had just enough time to admire the way the footwear flexed Shizuru's calves, shaping the muscles under the stockings she wore, which she noted, with a surge of pleasure, had a seam running up the back ...when Shizuru's kimono fell to the floor.

The dark-haired young woman felt her mouth suddenly become very, very dry as her gaze was pulled upwards. The thigh-high stockings were lace-topped and black, and they led to a garter belt that rested over a pair of lace panties, also black, which tied at the sides with tiny ribbons. But more interesting was the view they afforded of the shapeliest ass Natsuki had ever seen. The back of the panties were cut in a wide v-shape, the scalloped lace edge framing each lovely cheek beautifully. They rode low on Shizuru's hips, showing glimpses of her hipbones and the small of her back between the panties and the garter belt. Natsuki found the effect both delicious and maddening.

Natsuki's tongue darted out to nervously wet her lips, and she absently noted the faraway thunder of her blood rushing in her ears as she lifted her gaze to take in the remainder of Shizuru's attire. Shizuru wore a boned corset of burgundy and dark gold brocade trimmed in black velvet. Shizuru looked over her shoulder at her lover, her dark honey hair spilling over one crimson eye.

Her full lips shaped into a soft pout. "Kanin na, so Natsuki doesn't like this?"

Natsuki felt her body temperature rapidly rising and it was making her feel a bit dizzy. "I..I..that uh, that's n-not what I m-meant, what I mean is…" What the hell did she mean? She couldn't seem to remember. Her girlfriend on display in so much lovely lingerie was almost more than she could handle without bleeding to death from her nose.

Shizuru turned to Natsuki, clasping her hands together against her cheek, her expression a little dreamy and mostly naughty. "Ah, I'm glad then, that Natsuki likes her surprise. But you see…" Shizuru prowled the few short steps to Natsuki and straddled the underclassman. She grinned broadly at the way Natsuki squirmed under her as she leaned in close. She cupped Natsuki's face in both of her hands, tipping it up and bringing her own face down until their lips nearly met. She breathed against the younger girl's lips, "…there is much more that I wish to show you."

Natsuki's vision swam as those pink lips came close to her own. Shizuru's eyes were dark with mischief and arousal, her sandy hair falling around them like a curtain. Natsuki instinctively craned her neck up toward that softly smirking mouth, her eyes fluttering closed, lips parted gently.

Shizuru pulled back a bit to look down at Natsuki offering herself for a kiss. She loved so dearly having this beautiful girl under her power. She considered leaving Natsuki unsatisfied a bit longer, but her pinked cheeks and trembling lips were too cute to resist.

Natsuki took a deep breath through her nose as Shizuru claimed her lips, half-sighing, half-moaning into the other girl's mouth as she exhaled. She heard and felt Shizuru's satisfied moan in response as Shizuru deftly parted her lips with her tongue. She gently probed the wet warmth there, caressing her lips with her own, slowly teasing Natsuki's tongue back and forth between their mouths.

She plunged her hands into Natsuki's midnight mane, gently running her nails over her scalp and letting her finger tips flutter around the nape of her neck. She felt Natsuki buck her hips upwards slightly, raising Shizuru higher over her body.

Shizuru made a small noise of surprise at the eager gesture, breaking their kiss as she looked on a panting Natsuki, her head leaned all the way back, the long porcelain curve of her throat exposed. Shizuru suddenly wanted to sweep down and claim that neck with her lips and teeth, but held herself back. She had other plans.

Natsuki, flushed and breathless, opened her eyes to find Shizuru staring down at her, her ruby eyes swirling with desire under heavy lids. Her lips were swollen and pink and a few stray wisps of hair clung to her fluttering eyelashes. Natsuki longed to kiss her again but Shizuru took a deep breath, the burning look in her eyes cooling a bit and being replaced with one much more dangerous in Natsuki's mind; a roguishly playful look accompanied by a slow smirk.

Shizuru lifted herself from Natsuki's lap and walked out of the other girl's field of vision somewhere on the other side of the room. Natsuki craned her neck around, trying to see what Shizuru was up to, but before she could ask, she heard music filling the dorm.

There was a slow, steady beat, a winding bass line, and a melody draping itself lazily over the top. It wasn't quite club music, it was something more subdued and refined. She had no idea that Shizuru listened to music like this.

A light touch on her shoulder brought her back to the moment as Shizuru lightly ran her fingers across Natsuki's back, over her collarbone and past the hollow of her throat, circling her in the chair. As she came back into view, Shizuru began to move.

She wound her body sinuously in time with the music, her movements languid and fluid and terribly sensual. Natsuki shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she could no longer ignore her dampening panties and the throbbing heat she felt rising up inside of her. She watched transfixed, eyelids heavy over her emerald gaze which she focused entirely on Shizuru.

Natsuki watched as Shizuru danced, her hips tracing tantalizing patterns, arms and hands arching gracefully. Her movements almost reminded Natsuki of a traditional fan dance, but she had never seen one look so erotic as this. Shizuru turned slowly as she moved, letting the captive Natsuki admire her from all angles. And admire she did. Natsuki couldn't tear her eyes away from the seductive image as her lover twisted and swayed with slow deliberateness, edging ever closer to Natsuki's chair.

Natsuki lost track of how long she watched, rapt, as Shizuru undulated rhythmically to the music. Her heart was doing a jig in her chest, and the occasional back flip or two as well, which made it strangely hard to breathe as she kept imagining that perfect body moving beneath her, or above her, or…oh God. Natsuki found that she wanted out of her handcuffs very badly. Shizuru only smiled slyly at the way Natsuki was leaning forward unconsciously in her seat, wrists taut against her bonds, her breath coming faster as she followed her movements intently.

Shizuru looked at Natsuki and, holding her gaze, gently tugged at one of the ribbons on her hip. Natsuki looked as if her eyes might bulge right out of her head and Shizuru had to suppress a laugh as she caught the side of her panties before the fabric could fall open, then turned her back to Natsuki once more. She shot a coquettish look over her shoulder as she tugged the other ribbon free. Shizuru heard a strangled moan from behind her as she did a slow, suggestive shimmy, letting the lacy fabric fall into her hands.

Shizuru was close enough that, were Natsuki not bound, she could have reached out and touched her, cradled her shapely behind or grasped her gyrating hips. Since Natsuki could do neither, she only tugged impatiently at the handcuffs keeping her captive and growled at Shizuru as the red-eyed temptress leaned forward and moved her hips slowly in a wide half circle, first clockwise and then back, enticing Natsuki with her tantalizing nearness.

She tossed her discarded underwear over Natsuki's shoulder and strutted a few steps away, turning to give the younger girl a full view from the front, still twisting and turning lasciviously.

Natsuki groaned as Shizuru moved away, leaving only her panties behind. Natsuki could feel Shizuru's body heat dissipating from the garment, and even worse, she could smell the heady aroma of Shizuru's arousal rising from them as well. Natsuki was now straining against the cuffs, licking her lips as she sagged forward and watched Shizuru with green eyes gone slightly feral.

The chestnut haired beauty moved back to Natsuki and settled into her lap once more, hips still dipping and rolling with the music. Natsuki gave a low moan as Shizuru ground her hips against hers. One of Shizuru's arms was draped around the younger woman's neck and her other hand traced her cheek, letting her fingers trail across Natsuki's moistened lips and trembling chin. Shizuru's hand journeyed lower from her throat to her sternum. She traced a small pattern there before cupping Natsuki's breast gently. She flicked her thumb across Natsuki's nipple, which was already hardening under her sweatshirt.

Shizuru slipped her fingers under the bottom of Natsuki's shirt and slid her hand up the girl's taut stomach to her lace bra, where she traced her stiffening nipple through the thin fabric. She brought her free hand up to Natsuki's other breast, giving them both equal attention.

The blue-haired girl whimpered in the back of her throat and pushed against Shizuru's palms, rocking both of them backward as her body arched, lifting the front legs of the chair clear from the floor. Shizuru gasped with delight at her lover's reaction and gripped the other woman's hips more tightly with her thighs. She lowered her head to Natsuki's exposed throat and began to explore the flesh there with kisses and nibbles, drawing Natsuki's soft skin into her mouth.

"Ah-ahh…Shiz…uru…" Natsuki called, finally summoning the willpower to form somewhat coherent words. "Shi-shi..zuru…please" she groaned, arching her back again, which only made her shudder as the cooler air of the room drifted under her uniform skirt and contacted the wet patch on her underwear.

"Please what, Na-tsu-ki?" Shizuru purred against her throat, drawing out each syllable of her name. She panted raggedly as Shizuru's hot mouth and graceful hands assaulted her, and all the while Shizuru's hips had never stopped rocking and pressing against her own. Her head lolled backward, and as she looked at the room upside down, she again tried to form the words to voice her desire.

Shizuru saw that her lover's pupils were dilated so that only a thin ring of her emerald iris remained. Her eyes were glazed and a bit wild as she rolled her head and whimpered huskily, "Please…let me…I need to…touch you, Shizuru."

"Ara, Natsuki wants to touch me?" Shizuru said archly as she gave Natsuki's nipples a light pinch.

Natsuki's body quaked under Shizuru's. "Agh...gah...yes!" she snarled, "Yes, I want to touch you, dammit! Please, Shizuru, please just…"

"And where does Natsuki wish to touch me, I wonder?" She gently palmed Natsuki's cheek and caught her fierce eyes. "Could it be," she mused, letting her hand trail down Natsuki's body, "that Natsuki wishes to touch me…here?" She gave Natsuki the most innocent of looks as she bit her lower lip lightly, and dipped her fingers between her legs. An anguished moan tore from Natsuki's throat as she watched Shizuru's eyes flutter and listened to the older girl gasp as she swirled her fingers over her own wet center.

Shizuru slowly opened her eyes, now drowning in dark red, and curved one side of her mouth upwards as she brought her hand back up between them, and ever so slowly, trailed her wet fingers over Natsuki's lips. The younger girl caught her fingers gingerly in her teeth and then pulled them greedily into her mouth. Shizuru sighed as she watched Natsuki slowly suck her fingers clean and then lick her lips.

"Shizu...ru" Natsuki groaned, her voice aching with need. "Please…get these handcuffs off, I can't…I can't take anymore." She pressed her body upward against Shizuru's and she clearly heard the frame of the chair creak and crack in protest as every muscle in her body tensed against her metal bonds. Shizuru's eyebrows quirked upward at the sound, and she felt her heart skip a beat as she imagined Natsuki breaking the chair to get at her.

"Hmm…I can let Natsuki go, but I need the key for that. Let's see now…" Shizuru let her expression become wistful as she tapped her lips with one finger thoughtfully.

Natsuki gaped at Shizuru with a look of perfect horror. I'll never forgive that woman if she's lost the damn key. Shizuru looked at her sideways as Natsuki worked her mouth dumbly, flustered by all sorts of embarrassing scenarios she imagined she might have to endure to get free if the key were truly misplaced.

Shizuru giggled as each thought marched across her lover's face, plain to see. "Ara, I have just remembered." She extended one slender finger and pointed to her breasts where they nearly spilled from her corset. "I put it in a safe place. Perhaps Natsuki would care to retrieve it?"

Natsuki could not believe her ears. Not only had Shizuru nearly given her a heart attack with her terrible teasing of more than one kind, but now she expected her to get the key herself while cuffed to a chair! She glared at the woman on top of her, but Shizuru only draped her arms around Natsuki's neck and closed her eyes, smiling sweetly.

Natsuki narrowed her eyes. Oh, she would get that key. And when she did, she would make Shizuru pay. A goal now firmly in mind, Natsuki surveyed the situation. Shizuru's corset laced up the front with satin cord and tied with a simple knot, but there were a lot of laces. She imagined the key should be somewhere near the top however, and she shouldn't have to unlace the corset by much.

Shizuru watched with hooded eyes as Natsuki lowered her head, grasped one side of the cord in her teeth and pulled. She grunted to herself, pleased when the knot came loose. Natsuki began dipping her face against Shizuru's chest, nibbling and patiently loosening the laces.

Once she had the ties loose enough, she pushed her nose into Shizuru's cleavage, nuzzling from side to side, looking for the key. Shizuru giggled as Natsuki's warm breath caressed her breasts and she thought to herself that Natsuki looked rather like a puppy, nosing around with little snorts and grunts.

She had just begun to flush at the cuteness of that mental image when Natsuki made a muffled sound of triumph. She emerged, as it were, with the small key held in her teeth, and she looked so pleased with herself that Shizuru almost patted her on the head.

Instead, she laughed out loud, a rich, velvety sound, and took the key from Natsuki's mouth. "Ah, Natsuki has found it! Ookini." She reached behind Natsuki's back and slipped the key into each cuff, releasing them both.

Natsuki's strong arms snaked around Shizuru's waist and pinned the older girl tightly against her body. "And now," she breathed, her voice dangerously low, "You're in big trouble."

"Natsuki, ikezu!" Shizuru murmured impishly before Natsuki silenced her lips with her own.

-END OF SURPRISE

Author's Notes:

Kaichou: President

Kyoto-ben: A dialect specific to the Kyoto region

Kanin na: I'm sorry in Kyoto dialect

Ookini: Thank you in Kyoto dialect

Ara, ara : My, my

Ikezu: Meanie

This is my first fan fiction. I wrote it because I love the Shizuru/Natsuki pairing and there just isn't enough out there for me. I got this idea because Natsuki is always teasing Shizuru without even realizing it (Ikezu!) and I imagine that Shizuru would want to give her a dose of her own medicine someday.

Also, I have always imagined that Shizuru would be into some sort of classic kink like kinbaku (the Japanese art of aesthetic rope bondage), but I can hardly imagine Natsuki letting Shizuru tie her up (at least at this point in her relationship), so I have her using a more contemporary restraint method here.

As for the striptease, despite outward appearances, Shizuru is really more of the bad girl and Natsuki is the square in the relationship, so I thought playing with their dynamics this way might be fun, plus it caters to Natsuki's lingerie fetish.

If anyone is curious as to what music I imagine Shizuru giving her little performance to, it would be "Dig This Vibe" by DJ Krush, a legendary Japanese needle dropper and master of trance vibes (you can listen at this url: /wJkFehapkEU). The track uses chimes, xylophone, piano, and scratches over a slow house beat in an arrangement that has a similar feel to traditional koto or shamisen pieces, but with some jazz percussion thrown in. The perfect music for Shizuru to perform a terribly naughty dance to using some borrowed traditional moves straight out of Fujino charm school.

Due to all the nice reviews I received (thanks everyone!) I'm working on a second chapter.