Temp play? Pretty neat. Don't try this at home. ;)
This fic is really short. Kinda PWP ? But takes place before all of the Heavenly Host Academy events.
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Seiko is lounging in classroom 2-9, arm swung over her chair and feet resting on top of the desk. The air feels thicker, more clumped up as she inhales through her nose and out her mouth.
"Naomi, don't you feel it too?" She shuffles in her seat, brushing stray hairs behind her ear. Naomi shrugs, rubbing her shoulder against her cheek. There's a certain radiance between the two that draws them closer towards each other. Seiko can't help but press her body against Naomi's. The other girl squeamishly tries to escape the curly haired girl's grasp, but it only gets tighter.
"S-Seiko…! C'mon, stop playing games… let me go…" Naomi fumbles, harshly smacking Seiko's arm. The curly haired girl cackles, rolling up her sleeves. There's a bag of something placed on Miss Yui's desk, almost beginning to melt in the glorified sun's rays.
"Seiko? What are you doing? You're not allowed to be there." Naomi scolds, crossing her arms and throwing her head back. She jumps as there's something cold touching her thigh, a few droplets of water rolling down her leg and dripping onto the floor. Seiko smiles up at her, hungrily licking her lips and fixating her gaze under Naomi's skirt. A confused blush forms on her face.
"S-stop it, Seiko…! That's cold…" she whines, shuffling and bringing her legs together. Another chunk of ice is placed in the crook of her neck, and she involuntarily shudders. Seiko grins, pinching the silky cloth of Naomi's skirt and lifting it ever so slightly, nipping at the side of her thigh. She moans, shoving her own fingers in her mouth.
Naomi pries her eyes open and pins Seiko down on the floor, panting and reaching over to the bag of ice. She places it underneath her shirt, the moist and cool sensation gliding over her stomach. The curly haired girl's vision is blurred, strands of hair becoming astray and swaying over her eyes. She wraps her legs around Naomi's neck, pressure of her calves becoming somewhat overbearing. As she moves down, down, down, there's footsteps reaching closer to the doorway.
"Nakashima! Shinohara! Your parents are here!" the class rep yells, just about to walk right through the door. Naomi and Seiko untangle their limbs just in time.
Seiko giggles. "Maybe next time, Naomi… then I'd be able to trace every part of your body… with ice!"
Naomi sneers. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Seiko."