You Can't Win Against Ducati
Bath Time
Author's note: More Shizuru because there definitely wasn't enough of her in the last chapter and she finally gets what she wants, but I am NOT turning this into a M rated fiction, so don't expect anything graphic. Bit of background of the couple in this chapter, because I never said when this was set and it was bugging me. And these chapters are just getting longer; I thought I'd never finish this. Thanks for the reviews, you've all been great! XD
Even though Mai Hime isn't mine, can I say it is? Pleeeeeeasssssse?
Natsuki stepped into the hot spray, gasping as the water hit her freezing cold body. She closed her eyes as she repressed a shiver, running her hands through her hair and down her neck. She had chased Ducati for nearly fifteen minutes through the down pour and when she returned Shizuru had ordered her to take a shower straight away, worried about her lover's health.
She had asked what they were going to do with Ducati, who was just as soaked as she was and even muddier. Shizuru had just smiled and said that she would take care of him. If Natsuki wasn't so cold and miserable she would have been suspicious of that smile, she would have seen that mischievous glint in those crimson eyes and she would have definitely locked the door before stepping into the shower.
Natsuki ignored the door as it opened and instinctively braced herself for the inevitable blush that will follow the taunt which was sure to come. But instead of hearing Shizuru's beautiful Kyoto-ben voice she heard a splash.
She looked over her shoulder and screamed. Somehow she had missed the fact that the bath was partly filled with warm water, probably because her mind had been solely fixed on the shower that stood proudly in the corner of the room. She stared at the unhappy puppy in the bath before shifting her gaze to the smiling woman who leaned over him.
"Ara, ara, I knew my Natsuki was a screamer, but I've never heard her scream like that." She cocked her head, her expression shifting to something unidentifiable, causing chills to run down her lover's spine. "I will have to try harder in our love-making so I can hear that delicious sound again, when she gives me the chance."
Natsuki felt her blood rush into her cheeks as she remembered all of the things Shizuru had ever done to her. She was sure she would die of ecstasy if her lover intensified what they already did, so she hoped Shizuru wouldn't try too hard, although she probably wouldn't need to.
But the biker felt a stab of guilt for neglecting her lover when she heard the last part, as Shizuru didn't know about her resolution. She was about to tell the tawny haired girl an edited version of what she had told Ducati earlier that day and make it up to her, when she heard a whimper. She refocused on Ducati, who she had forgotten about in the midst of sultry promises and perverse thoughts.
He was trying desperately to get out of the bath and would have already done so if it wasn't for Shizuru easily stopping him. He gave up and allowed Shizuru to cover him with the doggy shampoo.
Ducati hated baths with a passion. In his opinion water was something to play in and a way to get covered in mud, not to stand still and allow that freakishly warm water to wash that hard earned mud away. Even so, he secretly liked it when one of his owners massaged the shampoo into his coat, as he found it rather soothing.
He turned icy blue orbs to his master, who at that moment remembered that she was naked and had turned her body around to face Shizuru during her thoughts. The blush covered her whole body as it spun around to face the wall.
"G-get him out of him now!" she yelled as she folded her arms over her small but firm breasts. Shizuru looked towards her with an amused grin on her face that quickly froze.
Her crimson eyes trailed over Natsuki's lightly-muscled naked body that was tense with frustration and felt her heart somersault in her chest. The blue haired girl looked like an ice goddess who had just been thawed out from her frozen prison. Shizuru's mouth suddenly turned dry and she ran her tongue over pink lips to dampen them.
Rivulets ran down a creamy back to slide across her smooth and shapely buttocks before either falling to the ground below or to continue a slow descent by trailing down her legs. The spray of the hot water created a mist that wrapped itself around her, causing Shizuru to become jealous as ghost-like tendrils touched places she longed to caress.
Shizuru shook her head and tried to steady her breathing, telling her libido to calm down. When she had first walked in to the bathroom and saw Natsuki she had wanted to just slip into the shower beside her lover and ravish her, but it was the first time that day that the older girl had looked at her properly and feelings deeper than lust started to rise.
After the Carnival she had almost lost Natsuki and it had taken nearly four months for them to rebuild their friendship to a level where they were be comfortable around each other. Shizuru had given up all her hopes of ever being more to Natsuki than a friend, even though she could still feel her love for the girl coursing through her veins.
Shizuru had thought about leaving Fuuka many times, she had even packed her bags once, but she couldn't leave. Natsuki needed her. She just didn't need her in that way. Or so she thought.
She had been surprised when Natsuki came up behind her on New Years Eve and tenderly placed her hands on the older girl's hips. She had whispered softly in her ear that she wanted to speak to her in private. Shizuru was absolutely breathless as Natsuki led her away from the karaoke party that Mai was hosting and outside.
When Natsuki told her that she loved her the way Shizuru wanted to be loved, she couldn't hold back the tears. If she had died that moment she would have died happy, but then she would have missed the sweetest kiss she had ever received.
Time passed and their relationship became deeper. The love the two girls shared grew stronger everyday and still continues to do so. Eventually, they got a flat together and two years after the Carnival Natsuki had found the most adorable Siberian husky puppy.
"Ara, I couldn't do that, I've just started to wash him. Do you want our home to be covered in muddy paw prints or for our precious Ducati to get sick?" Her question was met with mumbled "No" and some uneasy shifting that caused the older girl to gasp as a delectable rear swayed temptingly in front of her.
"Ikezu," Shizuru muttered before speaking normally, her voice taking up a teasing tone. "I thought my Natsuki would have told me to take him out of here as soon as I put him in the bath. So did you lose your voice in your embarrassment, or were you thinking dirty thoughts?"
"Shi-Shizuru!" The blue haired girl yelled as she huddled in the furthest corner of the shower, hiding her face as she regained the blush she had just managed to lose. Shizuru giggled as she continued to wash Ducati, who was wriggling with impatience. Why was this bath taking so long?
Natsuki glanced over her shoulder with a frown on her face, but couldn't help snickering when she saw the husky. The lathered shampoo covered his entire body and made him look like a sheep, as the bubbles gave the same fluffy appearance. Ducati glared at her before pointedly looking her up and down. Natsuki turned away again to stare at the wall in front of her.
If she wasn't in danger of exposing herself even more than she already had, she would have grabbed the towel that was on the rail behind Shizuru and wrapped it around herself. Instead she was just going to protect the front of her body from the husky's eyes.
Natsuki sighed and decided that she may as well wash her hair whilst she was in the shower. She looked down at the shampoo and realised that she would have to bend down to get it, which would expose herself in the worst possible way. She glanced once again over her shoulder and swore when she saw Ducati was staring at her with pleading eyes, silently begging for his ordeal to end.
Natsuki closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the cool tiles. Behind her Shizuru was rinsing off the agitated puppy with the shower head that was connected to the bath taps. She heard a low growl and the splashing of water before a high-pitched squeal pierced the room. Natsuki spun round and deduced what had happened in less than a moment.
Ducati had decided that enough was enough and had sprung out of the bath. Shizuru, who was only partially paying attention to what she was doing because she was thinking of ways to make a certain blue haired girl scream like she had earlier (although the girl in question didn't actually know about this), had been caught off guard as the husky pelted into her chest and was badly unbalanced.
Natsuki had turned around at the moment where Shizuru was about to fall, when time slows down and you know you're about to fall but your body doesn't try to stop it. Crimson orbs met emerald as the realisation came to them at the same time. Then gravity began to take its toll.
Without a second thought Natsuki jumped out the shower to save her falling lover. Her wet foot met the already damp tile and friction refused to take hold. Natsuki found the floor rushing up to meet her the second time that day and she put her hands out to brace herself for the contact. She landed on the floor with a loud thump and she gasped as the stinging pain raced along her body.
With her head bowed she raised herself onto all fours, her eyes clenched shut to stop the tears that threatened to leak out. A small voice in her head told her that she had become pathetic since she had lost her Hime powers, but was answered by a resounding "Shut up!" from all the other little voices in her head.
"Owwww," she moaned, hoping to get some sympathy from Shizuru. Shizuru! Her head snapped up to check on the person who she had miserably tried to save, to find herself staring into blue. A tiny black nose jabbed into her cheek before a small pink tongue slid roughly against it.
"Aaaaaaaaaggghhhhhh!" She screamed as she threw herself back onto her knees and wrapped her arms over her breasts. "Ducati! If you ever… do that again… I'll-"
"Ara, ara, he was just making sure you were alright, Natsuki," Shizuru panted from where she was leaning back against the metal towel rail that was bolted onto the wall. She had grabbed on to it just after Natsuki started to fall, saving herself from her own messy landing. She still hadn't completely recovered from the shock of it so her breathing was still heavy, causing her breasts to heave with every shaky breath.
Natsuki found this a little distracting and couldn't help but stare at her breasts. Eventually she managed to drag her eyes away and focus on her lover's flushed face. The perverted part of her brain idly noted that Shizuru looked similar to when she had just had an orgasm, just more clothed.
Natsuki tore her gaze away from her lover before any more perverted thoughts entered her mind and narrowed her eyes at the puppy who was sitting in front of her, who was looking absolutely innocent and adorable.
"Shizuru, get him out of here so I can cover myself up." The tawny haired girl pouted and looked incredibly disappointed.
"Ohhh, but I enjoy seeing Natsuki naked on the floor all wet," she moaned. Natsuki shot her a death glare that, of course, had no affect on the girl. Shizuru picked up Ducati, but stopped just inches away from Natsuki's face with the puppy in her arms.
"Na-tsu-ki, that was twice I've heard you scream, but it was not under my administrations. I will be fixing that… tonight." As she walked away, Natsuki sat there as if she was carved out of stone, her mind whirling at the implications of Shizuru's declaration.
"Oh, and Natsuki? Clean the bathroom for me, darling." The door closed, both puppy and girl was gone. Natsuki stayed still for a moment before dropping her head in her hands.
"Baka."
Twenty minutes later Natsuki was back in the shower, finally able to wash her hair. The bathroom had been scrubbed with bleach and not a speck of dirt could be found. She had just begun to lather the shampoo up on her hair when a warm body pressed behind her.
"Let me do that for you." A familiar voice whispered into her ear. She relaxed as strong fingers buried themselves into her hair and started to massage her scalp. A light moan escaped her throat as light kisses were placed on her shoulders.
"Shizuru…" she breathed as those hands left her head to cup her breasts. She gasped as a thumb lazily flicked an already erect nipple as fingers on the other hand teased the other. The body behind her pressed closer to her, breasts rubbing against Natsuki's slick body.
"I want to hear you scream, Na-tsu-ki." And she did, as well as making a lot of other noises that delighted Shizuru's ears as they made love in the shower. Ducati sat outside, wondering what they were doing in there, but happy that it seemed like things had returned to normal. Then a strange, rumbling noise was heard that didn't come from either girl in the bathroom.
Ducati was getting hungry.
Omake
Shizuru: I think Author has a water fetish.
Author: WHAT?! (Blushes.) I do not!
Shizuru: Then why do you keep writing water scenes then? There was me getting out the shower in Distracted from the Competition, there was my Natsuki talking about getting wet in the last chapter and in this one my Natsuki is in the shower.
Author: It's just how it panned out, okay? I DO NOT HAVE A WATER FETISH!
Natsuki: I agree with Shizuru, you do have a thing for water. And why do you keep describing my ass?
Shizuru: (Stares at Author dangerously.) Yes, why do you keep describing MY Natsuki's ass in a sensual way?
Author: (Incredibly scared and trying to think of a good excuse.) Well, erm, you see… Natsuki did have her back to you and uh, (drops voice to a tiny whisper.) Natsuki has a great ass.
Shizuru: (Narrows her eyes) What was the last bit?
Author: Nothing.
Shizuru: I hope you haven't been looking at my Natsuki… (Naginata materialises in hand.) …whilst thinking perverse thoughts, Author.
Author: Erm, nope. Too short.
Natsuki: (Pistols materialising in hands.) Who are you calling short? I'm taller than you!
Author: (Panicking.) Ducati! Save me!
Ducati: You got yourself into this mess; you can get yourself out of it again.
Author: Shit! Later! (Author runs away with two pissed off Himes hot on her trail)
Alternate Omake (because I couldn't resist)
"Let me do that for you." A familiar voice whispered into her ear. She relaxed as strong fingers buried themselves into her hair and started to massage her scalp. A light moan escaped her throat as light kisses were placed on her shoulders.
"Shizuru…" she breathed as those hands left her head to cup her breasts… before pulling away.
"Shizuru?"
Natsuki felt her heart miss a beat as she spun around to face the person who clearly wasn't Shizuru… and screamed. Standing there wearing nothing but confusion on her face was Midori.
"What the HELL are you doing? Where's Shizuru?" Natsuki yelled hiding her breasts for what seemed like the millionth time today. Her throat was sore, her pride was shot to pieces and she was starting to feel desperate.
Midori shrugged and swayed slightly. Natsuki looked into her eyes and growled at the person who was obviously intoxicated. She barged past her and grabbed her towel. Wrapping it around Midori, she dragged her out of the bathroom and pushed her onto the sofa.
"Sleep," Natsuki ordered and felt a little surprised that Midori actually did as she was told. Filing that information away for future karaoke parties, the blue haired girl stalked off towards the bed room, where Shizuru was just coming from.
"Natsuki, why is Midori asleep wearing nothing but a towel on our sofa?" the tawny haired girl managed to ask before her lover claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Breaking it off, Natsuki hauled the surprised girl into the bedroom.
"Come on, you've got a promise to fulfil."