Later that night, Renamon tossed around on the roof of her home while she slept, panting heavily and squeezing her legs together tightly. The fox couldn't help but stroke the part her thigh that Takato had groped when he fell on her. That part of her body was burning. It was burning so bad and the Digimon couldn't cool it down. It was that night that the digital warrior dreamt of something other than fighting, of her new desire. That night Renamon dreamt of Takato.
It wasn't until the next morning that Renamon woke with a start and sat up, shaking the grogginess off as best she could. She couldn't recall the last time she had slept so deeply, yet felt so tired afterward. Renamon stood up and stretched, looking out at the Sunrise on the horizon, smiling to herself in spite of her desire to sleep in.
"I suppose, mrrng!" The fox groaned lightly as she worked out a kink in her back, "I should go see Rika and let her know what happened."
Renamon made her way to the edge of the roof and dropped herself to the ground, landing lightly as ever, and made her way towards Rika's room. The Digimon quietly slid open Rika's shōji, entering the room and closing the sliding door behind her. She turned, smiling down at her sleeping partner and knelt down beside Rika.
"Rika?" Renamon nudged her Tamer's shoulder lightly, "Rika, wake up."
"Unnngh..."
"Rika, wake up, we need to talk!" The Digimon called out to her friend in a more urgent tone this time. "I need your help, Rika."
"Can't it wait, Renamon?" Rika yawned loudly before shrugging the blanket further up with her shoulder, "I'm not even going to look outside, but I'm betting that it's too early."
"No Rika! There's a lot to do today. I've got to get your mom to pick out some clothes for me before I go back over to Takato's!" The vulpine Digimon proceeded to yank the blanket off of Rika.
"Wait what?!" Rika, hearing that her friend and partner was going to ask her mother for fashion advice, bolted upright, her eyes wide. Rika threw her hands over Renamon's shoulders to steady herself before asking, "A date?!"
Renamon shook her head quickly, "No! Nothing like that, not yet! I'm going over today to get his response to how he felt, the clothes are to better cover... places that need to be covered..." Renamon visibly blushed at the end of the sentence and shifted her hand to her thigh again.
"Jeez Renamon," Rika hung her head and sighed before standing upright and heading over to her dresser. "Mom's going to flip when you ask her for fashion tips, but," A smile played over the Tamer's lips, "Well, we better get a jump on it if you want to make it there before the day's over!"
"Right!"
[since a number of people have suggested lengthening the chapters from here on I'll be striving for a minimum of 5,000 words. It was my own misconception that a single thousand was a good length for a full chapter combined with my inexperience with sectioning chapters off from eachother that lead to the last few being small. That being said chapter 8, in progress, and onward will have more content. Thanks for reading this far~]
