Hormones
By: DarkBlue Mint
Disclaimer: Everything is Sunrise's. Except Natsuki, she belongs to Shizuru.
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"Does this look good on me?"
Natsuki thought that Shizuru was being cruel. Not because she was asking her this question, but because the other woman was asking about a set of underwear. That as of that moment was modeled by the light haired girl. A lovely pair of silk, light purple, panties, with a small pink bow and a matching bra... Natsuki eyes were riveted to that pink bow, while her brain tried to get her back to reason.
Questions like, what was she doing in Shizuru's apartment watching her model underwear? Or, why couldn't she tear her eyes from that pink bow? Where running trough it. Not that she was acknowledging this. But her brain asked anyway.
First question was easy. She had asked, between the fourth and fifth set of underwear, why were they doing this and the simple answer had been: "Natsuki knows so much about lingerie, so she can help me see if this new collection looks good on me."
That was a cruelty because (and here was the answer to the second question) her hormones had woken up. It had happened a couple of months ago; Natsuki had though she would never have anything to do with hormones, but one day she had been with Shizuru studying, when by chance, one of the buttons of Shizuru's blouse popped open and Natsuki had a frontal view of her breast; beautifully encased by a dark blue bra (Natsuki tended to notice underwear). She automatically passed out from a nosebleed, caused by her freshly awakened hormones.
Since that day Shizuru had started to act differently, before her teasing could have been thought as only... well, teasing; but since that day Shizuru had stopped teasing and started full on seduction. A very, very good seduction, so good that Natsuki had developed a slight anemia for the repetitive blood loss. Brushing her breasts against her arms, showing her legs, kissing her ear after whispering things that could have being perfectly well said out loud...
And now this... this cruelty, this meanness, this mercilessness, this... this... Her brain was repeating itself. So hormones decided to take control. With a quickness born from her years as a Hime, Natsuki tackled Shizuru to the bed.
Shizuru couldn't help but laugh as the underwear was taken from her body, happy that her plan finally worked, and that it didn't take two more months to accomplish. As Natsuki's lips danced in the gorgeous geography of the Kyoto woman, she though that Shizuru didn't need underwear to look good.