"That was great! I can't believe we won that, even with all the help we-"
With a sudden push Akiyama Yukari stopped talking, the door to the hotel room she shared with Nishizumi Miho loudly clicking shut. Yukari felt her back press against the wall, felt Miho's lips press to her own, and felt her chest tighten.
Miho's kisses were usually tender but firm. Chaste but passionate. Except after matches. After matches she became so...aggressive, and Yukari loved it. She was no girly-girl; she loved her tanks far too much for that, so she quite appreciated it when Miho shed her inhibitions and handled her in a very...firm, manner.
Miho broke the kiss after a moment, one hand on Yukari's cheek, and they stared into each other's eyes. "I guess you want to celebrate the usual way, huh?" Yukari said.
Miho nodded.
Now it was Yukari's turn to get aggressive. She pushed back against Miho, and the two of them guided each other over to the room's bed. In their brief struggle Miho was the victor, as she so often was. With a kiss and a push Yukari fell back onto the bed, Miho climbing on top of her, straddling her. Yukari's shirt departed her, along with her bra. Very shortly after that Miho decided her skirt and panties needed to go too, and off they went to join the other articles on the floor.
The two of them had been together for several months, their relationship beginning somewhere between the Pravda match and the University Team battle. Yukari had watched her commander evolve from a timid but earnest girl into a bold and confident woman, a shift in personality that turned Yukari on like crazy. Seeing her sitting in the cupola of their Panzer IV, effortlessly conducting the battle with a firm voice and clear orders, was entrancing. It pushed Yukari to perform to her absolute best, as if Miho's confidence was bleeding off into her and the other girls.
Yukari's wandering mind stopped as Miho grabbed her breasts and kissed her again. She put her hands on Miho's shoulders and moaned into her mouth. It hadn't taken Yukari long to learn that Miho's confidence manifested in other ways as well, on and off the battlefield. The way her slender hands firmly pressed to Yukari's body, stroked her, caressed her, fondled her, was invigorating.
Of course, there were boundaries. Yukari was free to say no at any time, same for Miho. Her commander-turned-girlfriend knew where and when she wasn't allowed to touch Yukari, and Yukari knew the same for Miho. Tonight, though, she wouldn't dare say no. Her own mind wouldn't allow it. She wanted this, wanted Miho.
Miho kissed her again, and Yukari kissed back. Miho sat upright and looked down at her, gently kneading her breasts. Miho got off Yukari and sat on her knees next to her, hands still on Yukari's body. "You shaved it" Miho said, her eyes on Yukari's privates.
She had indeed. "I...thought you might like it. Do you?" Yukari asked, and Miho leaned down, hands on either side of Yukari's head. Yukari drew her hands up reflexively, feeling so much like prey in the clutches of the predator. Miho's gaze was certainly hungry, that much she could tell.
"I like you. Shave it or don't, I'll want you all the same" Miho said. Yukari couldn't help but smile, and she craned her head up to steal a kiss. Miho moaned in response, their noses indulging in each other's scents, before Miho broke the kiss again by sitting up. She put her right hand on Yukari's shoulder, while her left found its way down, along Yukari's small breasts, across her flat and firm tummy, to the place Yukari had shaved.
Here, Yukari had noticed, is where Miho's aggression faded. Her firm hand became gentle, fingers turning deftly and pressing to all of the right spots. She'd been rather clumsy and unsure their first time. They both had, really, but it didn't take long for Miho to learn. She was a quick study, especially when Yukari was oh so willing to give Miho every opportunity to learn.
Yukari gasped sharply as Miho's fingers brushed across her folds, pulling them open. She watched intently, aroused by the sight of it, and her eyes flicked to Miho's as they stared back. Miho always watched Yukari's face so intently while they made love, gauging her expression for any signs of discomfort or annoyance. If there was even a hint of hesitance in Yukari's expression Miho would stop immediately, no questions asked beyond 'are you alright?'
Yukari licked her lips and settled into the sheets, letting the bed comfort her just as Miho sought to please her. She opened her legs more and more, both to help Miho in her ministrations as well as encourage her to touch her more, and more firmly. Miho's fingers went back and forth from Yukari's lips, to her clitoris, and back again in random patterns, but never once entered her. As much as Miho had learned about Yukari's body and how best to please it, Yukari herself had learned more, and one of those things was that she didn't particularly like being penetrated. Be it fingers or toys it felt wrong. Alien. Miho respected that, of course. She respected her.
Yukari gasped and moaned as Miho kept going, and going. Her right hand stroked and caressed her shoulder, her cheek, her boobs, while her left tended to her needs and desires. The silent room was quickly filled with soft gasps and coos of delight, drowning out the slight sound of moist skin being expertly poked, prodded, and pleased.
"Mi...ho..." Yukari breathed, her usual warning, and Miho smirked. She never stopped, and it was just so good. She fidgeted and squirmed, her hands running up her own body. She grabbed the wrist of the hand on her shoulder with one hand and fondled her boobs with the other. Her toes curled, legs curled, and back arched. "Mi... Mi... M-Mi! Miho! MI!"
And then there it was. Her girlfriend's hand firmly on her privates, fingertips pressing and rubbing as she rode out the blindingly intense feeling her body was wracked by. It rose sharply, hit her from tip to toe, and then it was over. It faded, she collapsed in the bed, and settled back into the sheets. She turned her head to look at Miho and was surprised by a sudden kiss, both electrifying her and adding to her lightheadedness.
Miho broke the kiss, her slickened hand resting on Yukari's tummy, while she waited for her girlfriend to recover. After a few minutes Yukari nodded, licked her lips, and Miho did the same. She lifted her leg over Yukari and shimmied back into place, straddling the other girl. Yukari's clothes were lonely on the floor, clearly, so Miho sent hers to join them. Her plump bust heaved with her breathing, though not so much as Yukari's much smaller orbs as she continued to come down from her high. Miho was glad she'd worn a skirt that clasped instead of zipped, as it allowed her to stay in place over Yukari while she sent it off to the floor. Her panties were a little harder to discard, but they left her all the same.
"Could you use your mouth, please?" Miho asked, and Yukari nodded, her face reddening. Miho was sure she'd say yes, but she always asked all the same. She scooted forward on her knees, hands on her thighs. Yukari used a hand to brush through Miho's modest pubic hair, centered directly on her pubic mound in a carefully trimmed triangle shape. Not a single hair could be found on her pussy itself, a courtesy to Yukari just for occasions as these.
"Mm!" Miho pressed her pussy to Yukari's lips once the other girl moved her hand away, and at once Yukari got to work. She looked down at Yukari, and her girlfriend stared back at her. "Remember, if you need to breathe or need a break, just tap my stomach. OK?"
Yukari knew that already, they'd decided that would be the signal many weeks ago, after the first few times they'd each tried their tongue work on the other. It freed them up to hold hands or, more often, caress the recipient's thighs or butt. While Miho was confident in her handiwork, she lacked a good tongue technique. Conversely, Yukari was something of an artist with her mouth, which Miho very much appreciated.
Their relationship hadn't been much of a surprise to anyone, seeing as how Yukari already looked up to and respected Miho before they'd even met. She'd thought for sure that it wouldn't take long for Yukari to confess to her, but as Miho quickly learned the other girl was reticent about it. Miho too, at first, suffered from this hesitation, but eventually she decided she'd have to make the first move. Yukari had agreed, and their first date occurred... After the match with Kuromorimine, Miho guessed. It had been quite awkward, both girls not saying much and generally just blundering through it, but the chemistry was there.
The second one went much better.
It was a little surreal, sometimes, during these moments to look down and see her girlfriend's face buried in her snatch. It was so lewd, so lascivious, the sight and sound of it adding to her stimulation. She kept her hands on her thighs as Yukari licked and lapped at her, Yukari's hands on the back of Miho's, thumbs rubbing circles. She could undoubtedly feel the twitching and trembling of Miho's body, the way her thighs quivered and jerked as her pleasure mounted. Holding hands while doing this made Miho's heart swell, the connection bringing them even closer together, but what she particularly liked was having her butt played with. She hadn't told Yukari yet, exactly, but having her tushy fondled while getting licked was divine. Exquisite. And even beyond that she often fantasized about Yukari grabbing or rubbing her bottom unexpectedly. Had even tried to get Yukari to realize it without telling her directly.
One day Miho thought, letting out a sigh that quickly turned to a moan as Yukari's tongue lashed against her clit. Her hands slipped out from under Yukari's loose grip and she grasped them, squeezing her girlfriend's hands in a vain attempt to brace against the stimulation. Her head rolled back and her eyes fluttered, gazing without seeing, mind racing without thinking. Her breathing became erratic, her body unable to feel anything but the intensity of Yukari's ministrations.
"Yukari." The only warning either of them needed. Miho put one of her hands over her mouth and used the other to bring one of Yukari's hands up to her stomach. "My... my belly... Yuk- Yukari, please." Yukari got the hint, thankfully, and pressed her hand to Miho's stomach, her middle finger in Miho's belly button. Miho used her free hand to hold Yukari's hand in place, her other hand pressing harder and harder against her mouth. She moaned, yelled, and screamed as her own orgasm took her, subconsciously pushing her hips forward, mushing her pussy firmly against Yukari's face.
It ended all too soon, but Miho couldn't deny the immense satisfaction. Gratification, really. She pulled her hips back and looked down at Yukari's slick face. Embarrassing, no doubt, but Miho found it so arousing. She pulled back all the way and sat on Yukari's stomach, her thighs pushing up and squeezing Yukari's boobs. Miho played with them absentmindedly for a moment before she got off her girlfriend and lied down next to her, eyes locked and bodies wrapped up together. The two of them stroked each other's sides and cheeks, each flinching ever so slightly at the ticklish touch. Miho kissed Yukari, the heavy odor of her fluids flooding her senses. Miho broke the kiss, Yukari pressed her face into the pillow to clean herself off, and they kissed again.
"I love you."
"I love you, too. So, so much."
It went without saying.
A/N Tried writing this in 60 minutes or less, ended up taking 70 minutes. After six months of writing Fallout: Germany that's not too bad! Shows I've still got the yuri touch. There's this artist I like, Hazuki Haru, and their depiction of MihoYuka is exactly how I imagine it; a very confident, sexually aggressive Miho and the helpless Yukari who's all too happy to relent to the predator.
This story, while being a writing exercise for me, also exists as a kind of gift to fellow yuri fiend and author DaniFuli, both as a courtesy and maybe to help fuel his own writing. This site always needs more MihoYuka!