Last time...

Warily, she made her way up the steps, and then another stairway, leading her to somewhere she had never previously seen. Amane turned a corner, and her eyes widened.

"Eoile-sama…"

Chapter 2

"Ohtori-san," Shizuma replied calmly, visibly relaxing as she realized the identity of the newcomer. Thank kami it wasn't a sister.

Amane, on the other hand, was at a loss for words. Confusion, shock, and a hundred other emotions swirled in her burgundy eyes. She had not expected to find anyone else, much less the Etoile, and the disheveled Etoile at that. She found her eyes drawn to the graceful curves of the older girl's neck, the finely crafted collarbone, and… Amane jerked her eyes upward once more to rest on Shizuma's face. How could she have been so rude, she chided herself mentally.

It wasn't her fault really. No one, not even the disciplined Prince of Spica, could have avoided the allure of silver-haired enchantress. Especially now, with her collar loosened, eyes glazed, and frame basking in the elegant moonlight, Shizuma seemed more of a goddess than mortal. She was perfection reincarnated, with the face of an angel, and the body of a devil…

"Like what you see?" The teasing words, accompanied by a soft chuckle, alerted Amane out of her thoughts.

Wine reds snapped wide open, and what seemed like a shadow of a blush crept onto her face. No one had ever addressed the famed Spican rider that way, and the sheer shock sent her fumbling for a reply.

"W-what?" Her tongue tripped over her words, a strong indication of guilt. If she could, Amane would have slapped herself. Whatever happened to composure? She had known the Etoile to be flirtatious, but so far it had been limited to the innocent underclassmen. Wait, since when did Shizuma talk like that around her?

Eyes narrowing, she realized the problem with the situation. "Etoile-sama," her voice reverted back to its respectful but distancing tone, "please do not joke with me, and…is that alcohol I smell in the air?" She asked, rather bluntly, but her sensitive nose has already confirmed her suspicions. Nothing else produced that particular rich, yet rice-like smell but sake. And Shizuma, as Etoile of the three schools, should know better than anyone that smuggling in liquor was strictly forbidden.

"I asked you a question, Ohtori-san," the silver-haired enchantress murmured, stepping forward toward Amane. Golden eyes were half-lidded with the effect of liquor and with amusement; she eyed the taller girl with an expression akin to that of a cat eyeing a mouse. Well manicured hands reached forward, sneaking their way around the rider's neck, and exposing the saké bottle as she did so. "Do you, or do you not, like what you see."

Amane seemed frozen to the spot in shock. It wasn't that she hadn't any admirers, but rather that any attempt at doing so were innocuous, like offering her hand-baked biscuits. Never had anyone touch the stately Spican Prince the way Shizuma is doing now, to be so utterly bold and darling.

With a sigh, she stared at the fifth year (1) student coldly. "Eoile-sama, you are drunk." The saké bottle was slang just behind her, and there was absolutely no way Shizuma could deny it now. Not that the incriminating bottle mattered. At the moment, not even Shizuma's lilac fragrance could cover up the overwhelming smell of liquor.

"No I'm not." Came a slightly slurred reply. The bottle was pulled over her shoulder, and the Etoile leaned forward and took another sip. The rider tried to ignore the strange sensations welling up in her stomach as the older girl's well-developed chest pressed into hers.

Amane sighed again. Where was the Miator student council president when one needed her? "Etoile-sama, please don't drink anymore. You should retire to your room and get some sleep, and we can both forget about this tomorrow." She continued, ever the model student.

"Why, do you want some saké as well?" Shizuma asked, talking another sip. Before Amane could respond, she already pulled back and murmured again. "It's ok, we can share."

A what was the last thought Amane's brain processed as her lips were sealed in a searing kiss.

Completely caught off guard, the Prince of Spica froze, eyes ajar as she felt warm, soft lips covering her own. A second later, her senses kicked in and told her to pull back, but her pitiful attempt was quelled by the surprisingly strong arms around her neck.

"Eto-!!" She tried to speak, but Shizuma only seized the opportunity to invade her mouth. An agile tongue pushed in, bringing with it a wave of saké. It explored her mouth thoroughly, drawing a lazy line over her teeth before entwining with her own tongue. Be it the intoxicating liquor burning down her throat, the lack of sleep and her ensuing muddled mind, or the sheer skill of Shizuma's mouth, Amane soon lost the ability to protest.

Worse yet, she kissed back. Her mind had shut down in favor of pure instincts, and her own eager tongue hungrily devoured the feast offered. The two dueled one another, fighting for dominance, until she finally pushed Shizuma's back, exploring the chamber of older girl's mouth just as enthusiastically. The rider was hardly as experienced as the silver-haired beauty, but Amane has always been a quick learner.

The saké bottle slid out of Shizuma's grip, shattering into a thousand pieces on the ground. Yet neither one of the girls seemed to notice. If anything, the permeating smell of alcohol in the air only seemed to fuel their jumbled minds.

Dexterous fingers danced down Amane's back, and she felt herself arching forward, groaning into Etoile's mouth. Her own arms have long found themselves around the other's waist, and her hands caressed the small of Shizuma's back ardently.

Amane felt drunk, off of alcohol, off of Shizuma's unique lilac scent, off of everything. The world was a blur around her, forgotten, unimportant. Nothing mattered at the moment except for the lovely goddess in her arms…

"Hello, is anyone there?"

The sudden voice and ascending footsteps awakened the rider's sleeping mind. With panicking eyes, she detached herself from the Etoile. Head swaying to and fro, she tried to find somewhere to hide. There was plenty of room in the balcony, littered by many closets and various old things. It apparently served as an attic as well. But they weren't safe enough! She had to get out of the room, somewhere, anywhere! Overwhelmed mind picked out the only available getaway – an open window, and she sprinted toward it, launching herself outside. By the grace of god, she managed to remember that they were on the sixth floor at the last minute, and clamped her hands firmly down against the window seal.

1. Hmm, I kind of want the two to run as Etoiles in the future, so I'm changing Shizuma's grade.

Just wondering though, does the rating needs to go up?

As for Shizuma's version to this part...I might add it later...or should I just go on with the story?