This story is based on OC character's created for the Girl's und Panzer Universe by the user Sharkycast, the story being know as 'Shamrock School for Girls - New Tactics', plus other stories sponsored by him and written by others, he also co-written this one-shot with me.
Element's from my 'Mann und Grosskampf' fanfiction are included, although I didn't intend for this story to be part of that universe, it could be considered a side-plot to it Éire Tanc High School was created by myself.
Anyways, with the notes and credits out of the way, sit back and enjoy this piece.
The door to the bedroom opened and two people entered, although it was more like one person, as the second was being carried bridal style in their arms.
The 'bride' in question was Laune, who's was on this day a birthday girl, wearing a white buttoned top with light lical detailing, and going with that was a purple skirt, She also had some purple high-heels on her feet, both real and artificial as her prosthetic stuck out straight due to the sprung joint.
Mick, Laune's boyfriend was carrying her. He didn't have anything smart on hand so he was just wearing Éire Tanc's school uniform, a green blazer with white shirt, black tie and black trousers, going into black shoes.
"Just put me down on the bed please," Laune asked. She had gotten tired from walking home with him from the pub where her birthday party was held, that being at The Harp.
Mick complied and rested Laune down gently onto the edge of her bed, her rump settling into the soft velvet of the duvet, sitting herself upright.
"Wooo, that was a really good birthday!" she chirped pleasantly.
"I'm glad you liked it, I know Shannon put a good amount of effort into it," Mick returned.
"And it was so much more lively that you and the others in Éire Tanc came over to party too!" she said.
She though back to who was present, Shannon, Erne, Clare and Annalee were the expected ones from Shamrock, but Fianna, Doyle, Talulla, Fergus, Aoife, Ciara, Flanagan and her own Mick's presence just added a whole new dynamic, the chatter and banter which it added was a whole new thing altogether.
Then there were the presents she got, Shannon had given her a home-made skirt. Fianna gave her a special, gold coated three-leaf clover, apparently something she had picked up at a market in Dublin. Erne gave her a novelty bottle opener. Fergus gave her a bottle of non-alcoholic beer, apparently brewed in his home town of Limerick and, according to him, was the 'finest brand in all of Ireland'. Clare and Aoife gave her a shared gift, consisting of a cookery book for different recipes she may be interested in. And finally Ciara, being ever the evangelist she was, gave her a golden Celtic cross, apparently blessed by her during her most recent mass.
"I got so many presents, as well as those two cards, signed by all the tankery students from both schools!" She said, not being able to completely remember all the names which had been written on those cards, but they all meant something to her, and they all filled her with joy.
"The choice of cake you came up with was interesting I'll mention," Mick then scratched his head.
"It was chocolate potato cake! I knew you Irish would like it!" Laune said.
Mick wasn't too sure on that, he did remember Flanagan, Aoife and Ciara had strange looks on their faces when they were tucking in, but hey, he enjoyed it and Laune certainly did.
She then sighed a heavy breath which took him off the thought. "Some funny stuff did happen though, what do you think the others thought about it?" she then asked.
"Looking back on it, I have a sneaking suspicion that Doyle and Erne were using the time to sneak a date in, plus they both disappeared to the toilets, for maybe a bit too long!" He remembered.
Laune giggled to the thought, "Maybe they were doing something a little 'risque'?" She gossiped.
"Maybe, when they came back, he did look a bit more flustered, even Fianna gave him a weird look, Annalee I think was doing the same with her sister," Mick admitted.
"And Fergus got drunk again!" She laughed, with Mick sharing the expression.
"Yeah, with all that non-alcoholic beer around, it was going to be guaranteed, I bet Talulla had fun sobering him up at the water fountain," he said.
A bit of a silence then ensued. But when it seemed that Mick was about to move off, Lane then reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Mick," She said, this time more softly compared to before.
"Yeah?" he returned, the pulling force of her hand made him get onto his knees in front of her.
"I did appreciate your gift the most though," she said sweetly, then raising her hand.
On her wrist sat a golden bracelet, with her name imprinted on one section, and the engravings of horses on the other golden sections, they were broken up by what looked like pearl beads which glinted alongside the golden reflection.
It was a present given to her by Mick himself, and it was the present she was most grateful for out of all she received.
"It really fits me, those horses, they're like the ones I loved riding, those beautiful pearls, and the name, it's so perfect" she inspected its features, then her eyes locked onto his.
"It's the most perfect gift, thank you Mick," she finished.
"You're my girlfriend Laune, I would go to the ends of the earth to make you happy," Mick expressed, a sentence that made Laune's heart leap with a smile of utter happiness now on her face.
At that point, as they looked at each other deeply, their heads, through some force unbeknownst to their conscious, started to move closer and closer together.
They both knew their lips were on a collision course, but they both couldn't bring it upon themselves to avert course, and soon, the soft entrances of their mouths were in sweet contact.
It just started off as a small peck, but it took little time for it to get out of hand as their eyes closed, Laune pushed her lips more against his, and in response, he opened his slightly and slid his tongue into her mouth.
Laune began to fight back with her own tongue, squeaks and small moans emanated from her pre-occupied mouth, her hands reached up to his biceps and grabbed onto his shirt, keeping him close.
Mick's body however started to feel heavier and heavier, and his weight slowly rotated him forwards towards her, with Laune's body moving back in response to keep their kissing up.
But she went back too much, and her lips disconnected from his for a moment to let out a gasp as she fell backwards, her back hitting the bed which softly accepted her, due to her grasp on his arms, Mick was taken down with him, and his body landed on top of hers, her soft assets acting as a pleasing cushion for his chest.
The two couldn't help but exchange giggles and laughs at the seemingly silly action, but these died away quickly as Mick moved his mouth back to hers, and the snog fest continued between them.
Laune's cheeks seemed to go a shade of red, either through lack of air or being so flustered from the lewdness of the situation, or maybe even a bit of both. This was exacerbated by his hands now moving around her body, and feeling the lusciousness beneath her white and pink clothing.
A sudden grasp at her chest then made her pull back, breaking their lips apart once more and giving her a chance to catch her breath, her eyes full of lust as her chest heaved to fill her lungs once more.
"You are so sweet Laune, where would I ever be without you," Mick told her.
"And you are such a loving boyfriend, despite me being a bit of a tool!" Laune swooned in return, prompting a bit of a laugh between the two lovers.
There was then a bit of a pause, when Laune moved a hand up to cup the side of his head.
"Mick, you don't mind doing one last thing to make this night complete for me?" she asked.
"Anything for you my love," he returned. This prompted a slight devious look from Laune, as he suddenly realised she had a hand between his legs.
"Pull up my skirt and drop your pants and give this birthday girl her last present," she smirked. An offer he couldn't possibly refuse as he smiled back.
"With pleasure," he accepted.
It was fair to say, Mick and Laune didn't get much sleep that night.