Q&A
Are Miyuki and Shion dating? - Well, no, clearly not. As mentioned in the previous chapter, they are friends and occasional bed-buddies.
On that note, yes I realize that some stuff is rather uncharacteristic of our ladies, but keep in mind that they are drunk. Also, I'm not writing a serious fic, this is supposed to be fluffy fun. Maybe some other time I'll try my hand at something more substantial. As for Shion, Miyuki and Shizuma being friends, let's just say they got over the school politics and we all know that the freedom that comes with life after school can liberate one from a lot of preconceived confines.
This fic will play out throughout this one night in various chapters. I don't get to work on this too often, so I'm going to keep my chapters short. Sorry for any disappointment!
Two figures crept silently along the corridors of the Miator side of Strawberry Hall, various thumps and groans emanating through the otherwise silent surroundings as the girls kept bumping into each other and other objects that may be standing around. "Stop." Shizuma whispered loudly as she lifted her hand towards Miyuki, the latter getting a face full as she failed to see the gesture in the dark. The two paused briefly to listen for any life as they stood in front of one closed door, before hearing none and carefully turning the knob to open the door.
In the vague light of the moon creeping through the window they could see one empty bed, while the other contained a lifeless bundle beneath the white sheets. Confused as to why her girlfriend's bed was missing said girlfriend, Shizuma carefully walked closer to Tamao's bed, gearing herself for what she may find. However, as she slowly slid the sheets to one side, she found nothing but the blue-haired Miator President curled up in the foetal position, sleeping soundly. After graduating, Miyuki had passed the mantle on to Tamao, and though the younger girls now qualified for single rooms, they had made the decision to remain together. Why that was, Shizuma couldn't quite understand, but she tried her best to grin and bear it.
"Can I have some of that?" Miyuki piped up, very uncharacteristically, causing Shizuma's eyes to visibly widen, even in the dark of the bedroom. "You're drunk!" Shizuma spat in a whisper at her friend, though she struggled to keep the giggles at bay while trying to be stern – an interesting role-reversal for the two ex-Miatorans. "And whose fault is that? Besides…look at it…" Miyuki tilted her head and smirked as she observed the rather cute nighty Tamao was clad in – nothing scandalous, but definitely enticing to a very intoxicated Miyuki. "Maybe. But still, that doesn't change the fact that you are fu…" Shizuma's words were cut short as Tamao stirred in her sleep, one sleepy eye starting to open slowly before followed by its twin.
As she slowly came to notice the two shadows towering over her, her first instinct was to scream, but her cries were quickly stifled before they even left her throat as she found one cold and silky hand covering her mouth and another two pinning down her arms. Eyes widening further and quickly adjusting to the dark, she could soon make out the familiar features of Miyuki in front of her nose. Utter confusion made her quickly twist her head back to observe the ex-president's helper that was now hissing muffled "Ssshhhh's" in her ear, catching a glimpse of unmistakable silver tresses. Shizuma carefully let her hand drop from Tamao's mouth and finally allowed the new president to squeal out a loud "What the hell?!"
"Aww, don't be mad…" Miyuki whispered in her sweetest tone, still positioned half on top of Tamao, hands still wrapped around the younger girl's arms. Her eyes were struggling to remain on the pair of eyes before her, unwittingly letting her gaze fall lower to steal glimpses of the smooth, blue fabric hugging the girl's form in all the right places. "It's Shizuma's fault," she added for good measure, feeling the uncomfortable need to explain her actions. "So it is." Shizuma shrugged as she stepped away from the bed, spinning back around to face the other two girls after one last glance at her girlfriend's empty bed. "Where's my Nagisa-chan?"
Tamao wriggled a bit under Miyuki's grasp, not sure whether to assign her discomfort to to her surprise, or to the fact that Miyuki's roaming, yet penetrating, gaze was causing her heart to flutter rapidly. "I..I.. I'm not sure. She mentioned being hungry before bed. She probably slipped down to the kitchen." The blue-haired girl stuttered, a bit unusual for her otherwise strong character, though anyone would agree that it was difficult to hold your own against Shizuma and Miyuki, drunk or not. Her gaze shifted slowly away from the restless Shizuma and crept back over to Miyuki, a deep blush starting to burn her cheeks as she caught the now lustful look in the older girl's eyes. Tamao gulped.
"Come on, Mi-chan." Shizuma instructed her dazed friend with a snap of her fingers and quickly moved to the door, but Miyuki couldn't move an inch. "I'll wait her…here…" Her voice trailed off as she finally replied, though her gaze never left Tamao's, causing Shizuma to roll her eyes and disappear into the dark of the corridor, closing the door behind her. "Rokoujo-san?" Tamao asked tentatively after a few minutes, unsure of what exactly to do about the older woman on top of her, and not entirely sure that she wanted to do anything about it. "I'm sorry, Suzumi-san," Miyuki stated simply as she tried her best to form an apologetic expression and failing at it. "Sorry for wh…?" Tamao's question got cut short by one curious finger pressing against her lips, just as Miyuki replied with, "This…" Tamao felt the finger soon replaced by a pair of warm lips, beautiful precision practised in the way they slid along Tamao's own mouth, hot breath caressing the tiny hairs on her cheek causing her to shiver slightly. Tamao was still trying to make sense of her former senpai's actions when she felt said woman gently parting her lips, searching for a chance to deepen the kiss.
'She's drunk! She's hot! She doesn't know what she's do… Oh! She does know what she's doing…' Tamao's thoughts unravelled as Miyuki's tongue slid between her lips languidly, but more than her tongue exploring unchartered territory, her hands were slyly creeping up the outsides of Tamao's legs, gently caressing each smooth stretch of skin they came across. A single, tiny moan escaped the younger girl's throat, and with that she knew she had sealed her fate.