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First fanfic. Contains strong yuri content so stop now if this is of no interest.

1.

Erica jumped on the bed behind her friend, wrapping her arms around her waist playfully and resting her chin on the girls shoulder, feeling her whole body stiffen as she did so.

'Trude!' Erica exclaimed gleefully.

'Hartman! What are you doing here?'

'Huh? I saw Shirley in the dining hall and she said that you were back and wanted to tell me something.' Confusion starting to creep on Erica as she could feel her friend squirm uncomfortably against her chest with that statement.

'That damn rabbit.' Trude muttered to herself, before directing her speech at the blonde behind her. 'I'm sorry Erica, but I think it would be best if I'm alone right now, I was about to head for the showers anyway.'

Hartman loosened her grip, but didn't relinquish her hold completely. Her confusion turning to hurt at the cold sound in Trudes voice, almost as if she had spat it out through ground teeth. This last thought gave Erica a surge of hope, convincing herself that Trude was indeed not angry at her, but rather something else.

'I'll leave if that's what you really want Trude, I'm sorry I bothered you.' The statement got the reaction she was hoping for. Proud of herself for keeping composure and allowing just the right amount of her sincere hurt to lace the edges of the words. She once again latched onto her friend, planting a light, playful kiss on the tan girls jawline before letting go completely and standing up to leave.

Erica paused, as still as she could manage, not daring to risk that Trude may let go of the edge of the jacket she now gripped. Allowing herself to glance down she noticed her friends' surprisingly delicate, but evidently strong fingers gripping the scrap of jacket. She imagined, and not for the first time that day, those very same fingers tracing down her neck, or her spine, or her chest, or god forbid running gently up her legs.

Her senses were in overdrive, every touch from her dear friend burning her painfully and leaving in the wake an almost pleasant tingling. You're a Karlsland soldier Barkhorn, she repetitively scolded herself, applying all her thought into ignoring the tingling sensations strumming through her spine and nagging at the back of her mind to allow them some fun. Trust the Liberion to thinking sending her of all people to my room would be funny, she made a mental note to berate the busty redhead at the next opportunity. Usually she would settle for discipline, but as they now shared rank she felt her power had been stripped, Not that she ever did what I said anyway, she reminded herself.

Usually proud of herself for avoiding such internal struggles, the Karlsland soldier was now happy for the distraction. The arguing had caused her to forget about the cute blonde clinging to her back with those soft arms wrapped around her middle, and her candy sweet aroma wafting around my nose and the slight tickle on my ear from the scruffy bottom of her cute bob. Damn it Barkhorn!

Again acutely aware of her surroundings she caught the end of her companions sentence, '…sorry I bothered you.'

Erica was clearly hurt, what on earth had she said to upset her friend so much. Realisation dawned on her as she recalled her subconscious doing the talking while she bickered with herself about how best to handle Shirley. She could now distinctly recall asking her friend her leave her alone, she wasn't wrong to do so, though now feeling more in control of her emotions she couldn't help but feel guilty.

Trude launched her arm out wildly trying to catch the girls' wrist before she left and managing indeed to wrap her fingers around something, the jacket maybe. She wasn't sure, her awareness once again leaving her as her jaw began to burn. The burning subsided and the tingling took its place, did she just kiss me? The answer was obvious, though the circumstance not as clear to her. It wasn't surprising for Erica to kiss anyone, at least not the type of playful kiss she just received. But it was rare for her to be the target.

Snippets of conversation from earlier now danced across her mind, along with all the emotions they caused the first time. '… in the shower…', '… I've heard her too…', 'Not sure what she sees in you though.'

What do I do now? I only reached for her because I thought I was over this. She couldn't control the conversation now, her internal voice dominating her and flooding her head with images of the delicate blonde in the shower, inappropriately pressing herself against the walls. Why did Eila have to tell me that?

Surely only a minute had passed, but to Erica Hartman it felt like ages. Why hasn't Trude said anything, she never struggles for words. 'Trude?'

Erica made up her mind that she couldn't leave now, not after standing still for so long, that would surely prove awkward. She risked losing her friends touch and slowly began to turn. Sure enough the movement had startled Trude from her thoughts and her hand released the jacket and fell to the bed beside her. What Erica witnessed was nothing short of unique. The strong and proud Karlsland soldier that she admired so much was deep in thought on the bed in front of her. Her shoulders slouched and her posture not stiff like it usually was. One of her hands lie motionless beside her, the one which had just released her, and the other was resting on her face. The fingers softly strumming the defined jawline which had recently been touched by her own lips. Did she not like the fact I kissed her?

'I'm sorry Trude,' Erica cooed at her friend whilst wrapping her fingers around her hand and lowering it to her side like the other. 'I didn't think it would have bothered you.'

Erica now knelt before her friend, trying her hardest to repel not so innocent thoughts as she steadied her racing heart. This scene so closely resembled countless others that she had conjured up. In her wildest thoughts she would imagine kneeling here, hands racing up the sides of Trudes' muscular thighs then up her waist. One continuing on up to a perfectly shaped breast while the other would either run back down the length of her thigh, or skip to grab the back of her head and pull her in for a fierce kiss.

Somehow, despite her deepest desires stirring and conjuring up arousal in her that she knew would need to be dealt with later; her hands were not shivering with anticipation like usual and her face sustained a calm and caring expression.

She looked up and starred into bright blue eyes. They seemed genuinely concerned, but something else was present there, she just couldn't quite work out what. Maybe need? Need for me? Internally she battled with herself, this was not a time for selfish thoughts. The two girls had been friends for a long time after all, serving in Karlsland together years ago. But the look currently in her friend's eyes shook her a little. Maybe it was need. After all that would fit with the details Eila was teasing her with earlier that very morning. Again the idea of her blonde friend in the shower came to mind.

Stiffening her back into the proper posture expected of the elite she grabbed Erica's hands in hers and apologised for being so blunt earlier, though still could not give an explanation as to why she wanted her gone. Trude shifted forward on the bed to be closer to her friend, in doing so reminding herself that she was still inappropriately wet and in need of that cold shower she had promised herself.

Now or never. Trude had shifted forward, and for some reason had made a surprisingly awkward face, what could cause that. Years of frustration came to mind at once. The first time she was introduced to the then young, but still fit Gertrud. Flying together on their strikers, Trude ahead with her jacket flapping in the wind and leaving slightly too little to Erica's own imagination. The countless baths together, or changing rooms shared which had all eaten away at her little by little. Usually she coped. The midday quiet shower rooms allowing some time alone with naught but herself, and her wild thoughts, for company.

But this was too much. The more time spent here this morning the more she thought she could guess about what was bothering Trude. Hell, the same ideas bothered her constantly. Instantly she pictured Trude naked, not new, but this time with Shirley, no, Eila, Sakamoto. This was too much. What if Trude sought company elsewhere? Erica knew she would be enough for Trude, she was confident in her own stamina and lust. Even if her friend did have magical strength and a dominant canine familiar.

'Trude. I have to. I'm sorry.' Erica somehow managed the words out, despite wanting to both shout them and choke them down at the same time.

Completely unlike her sensual scenarios, pictured on numerous occasions before, she launched herself at the girls questioning face. No delicate thigh rubs. No heated build up. Just pure, uncontrollable need.

Trude gasped for air. She had finally removed the blonde from her passionate outburst. Erica was surprisingly heavy, taking Trude a while before actually severing the kiss they had shared, or maybe she simply hadn't rushed to do so. Now startled, but not overly surprised, by her own actions, she just stared blankly outward. Taking note of the ceiling lights it dawned on her that she must be lying down. A quick appreciation of her surroundings confirmed this. She was on her bad, knocked down with the forceful advance from Erica, who it seemed was now straddling her, knees either side of her waist. This could have all been confirmed with touch of course, but the renewed burning sensations running through her body had caused the need for sight. Though this was not the same burning from earlier, this was deeper, but definitely not painful. It dawned on Trude that she had wanted this. At some point during the conversation had had stopped willing Erica away and started wanting her more than ever.

'Don't be sorry.' Don't be sorry? Trude thought to herself, amazed at her own corny line. Was that really all you could think of?

Both girls were now frozen. Neither really wanting to separate, but no one sure of what should follow. Trude picked herself up on her elbows bringing her face closer to the blondes. She could swear the tips of Erica's hair appeared darker.

Do something. Do something! DO SOMETHING! Erica was shouting in her own head. This was it. This was her dream for years. Why Can't I do anything? Panic started to creep across Erica, she wasn't scared, not in a sense anyway. She was now worried that the opportunity was slipping her by. Each agonising second that she sat there, staring into Trude's alluring eyes, the awkwardness grew.

In her head she started realising what needed to be done. Back to basics Erica. You've pictured this a million times! But her body would not obey. Images were flashing through her mind of leaning down and erasing the impression of her needy kiss with one of pure passion, allowing the kiss to do the speaking. That way Trude would know exactly what was on her mind, what was always on her mind. Trude.

The brunette was now closer to her face. She was up on her elbows, shoulders becoming more defined with this angle. Her hair was falling perfectly behind her, save for one section clinging to her chest which appeared to be heaving. She was amazed to detect a slight surge of heat radiating from her potential lover and the blue hue contrasting with her strained tan neck. The blue was only obvious where her skin was visible so Erica couldn't be sure at first. With time, though, Trudes breathing evidently slowed, her chest now calm, her posture not as stiff, and the blue hue intensifying, the colour now not only visible against bare skin but obvious against the two grey ears starting to grow through her hair.

The thought of causing Trude to lose control of her magic excited her. Until she realised that her own hair was darkening even more. Erica looked down at her pale legs, the colour reflecting the blue clearer than Trude's complexion. How long have I been emanating magic for? Erica suddenly recalled the reluctance first present in their previous kiss, reluctance which quickly faded and was instead replaced with as much need on Trude's end as she was showing on hers. Though wanting to relive every detail of that kiss her thoughts instead wandered to the memory of Trudes hands on her shoulders and recalled the definite surge of magic she had to fight down to regain control and stop their kiss. That long. Seriously?

Her excitement took a sharp turn to embarrassment as she realised it was her who first showed signs of magic.

The flick of her tail on her sides didn't bother her at all. Wagging her tail is not something she was proud of. But she was currently too distracted with the train wreck of emotions crossing this gorgeous girl's face. When what appeared to be embarrassment settled in, accompanied by a rosy blush, her tail stopped.

'Erica,' she began, 'how long have you…' The question stuck in her throat. She was suddenly aware of a coarse sensation as she realised how dry her tongue was. Don't tell me I was also panting! Luckily for Trude, though, her mouth was only dry from her earlier desperate breaths.

Quick footsteps outside the door alerted the girls to company. Soon after, the room filled with the unwelcome sound of the warning alarm. It seemed her questioning would need to stop. Erica was now sitting next to her on the bed, hair reluctantly fading back to its typical vibrant blonde colour. Not completely sure when the girl had moved, but happy to not have to brake their contact herself, Trude stood, turned and offered a hand to the slightly depressed comrade.

'Don't worry.' She almost sung the sentence she was that happy. 'We can talk more later.'

It seemed this was all the encouragement she needed. Erica sprung to life, and without a backward glance ran from the room in the direction of the hanger.

Damn Neuroi. She cursed the machines with every slur she could currently think of. Erica had only ever dared touch Trude in her rousing day dreams. And when the normally strict girl was finally beneath her, magic pouring out and desire starting to settle into her ey… Wait. Was her tail wagging? The realisation started another flurry of curses for the Neuroi's timing.

A/N:

Tried to avoid OOC. But we can't have the strong soldier ignore the cute blonde forever!

I have other chapters drafted, but will await (constructive) feedback in case there's changes to be made.

Hope everyone enjoyed =)