Wanting To Do It, Too


Catching Coud's scream and his subsequent attempt to fend off Viro, Cisqua grimaced and looked away, annoyed at the disturbance to her well-earned relaxation. Mou, can't that idiot ever spare me a moment of peace and quiet?

Nearby, Kuea grinned while Ren's face was completely devoid of expression. Cisqua only closed her eyes, the better to ignore her bothersome bathing companions and the increasingly frantic (at least on Coud's part) exchange from behind the wooden fence that divided the pool into men's and women's side, focusing instead on the heated warmth pleasant warmth.

The self-imposed darkness worked opposite of what she intended, though. Her imagination ran wild over the grassy plains of her consciousness, drawing upon romance novels Maina had shared with her once upon a time when they were young and carefree and had no idea of what "sex" was. The commentary from the other side of the fence only fed more fuel to the fire.

"Coud-san's slippery skin feels good…"

She told herself that it was the hot spring, and not embarrassment, that kept the blood in her cheeks hot and red. She mentally repeated to herself that she wasn't interested to know just what part of Coud's slippery skin felt so good, that she was above such petty things as boys and their body parts and getting kissed…

Besides, of all the men to obsess over, why Coud? The sky pirate was an insufferable oaf who lacked caution, common sense and restraint; who always got her into fixes; who continuously defied her authority and taunted her impeccability– and who always ended up all heroic-looking and manly while saving the day.

Cisqua grimaced. Manly? Coud? Please…

Kuea's childish giggles of amusement caught Ren' attention– and allowed Cisqua to glance over her bare shoulder at the fence without getting noticed, the better to protect her dignity.

"Stop… touching me..."

Where? Where?

She tried but failed to stomp those thoughts dead.

Listening to all that suggestive splashing around and exclamation, the fence blocking her view and preventing her from fully consummating– what a word!– her mentally-visualized imagery, was sinfully pleasurable agony.

"Coud-san! Coud-san!"

Cisqua spun around and yelled at the fence. "Hey! What the hell are the two of you doing?"

Because she wanted to do it, too.