Chapeter 2 - Hunger

I'm hungry.

The girl stalked around the small apartment she was currently renting not sure why she couldn't sleep. No, I know why, she said silently to herself. It's because I'm hungry! How long has it been since last I tasted that soft succulent morsel? How long has it been since I sated my hunger upon the richest and most enticing of feasts? Too long was all she could answer as it pained her far too greatly to count the days and hence she had told herself to stop at some point.

With a low growl of frustration she walked to the kitchen area and opened the refrigerator, staring at the contents for several long moments but not seeing anything. Slamming the door closed she turned away realizing that what she hungered for wouldn't be found there or at any store or restaurant for that matter. No as what she hungered for wasn't a thing, but rather it was a she. Three years, seven months, five days, 23 minutes 1…2…3…4...seconds; she thought glancing at the watch on her wrist realizing that she had not listened to herself about not counting any more. No, I could never stop counting she finally admitted to herself. "Even when not here she makes me be honest with myself," she said to the empty apartment in a slightly amazed tone of voice at the revelation.

With a resigned sigh she grabbed her coat and left the apartment allowing her feet to carry her where they would as her mind traveled back in time. She didn't care where she went but she knew she couldn't stay there any more as she felt caged. When was the last time they had been together? With a fond chuckle to herself she recalled that early spring day.

She had been traveling abroad as was required by her family and had just returned home. There was only one thought on her mind as she entered her room and tossed her stuff down on the bed. I have to see her! Nothing else mattered at this time to her. But how was the question she didn't have a ready answer for as yet. Walking to the closet door she opened it, the fluorescent lighting automatically turning on upon the door opening, and stepped into the walk-in closet that was large enough to be another room. Surveying the large assortment of clothes displayed before her, trying to determine what would be appropriate to wear for their reunion after all this time, her eyes alighted upon her old St. Miator uniform and a cunning smile crossed her lips.

Dressed in her uniform she had boldly walked directly onto the campus without being challenged. The key to going any place was to make it appears as if you belonged there. Seeing the uniform and taking note of the purposeful attitude being displayed, the guards at the gates didn't do more than glance in her direction as she strode boldly onto the Astraea Hill school grounds. There was something very comforting about being back on these familiar grounds where she had spent the majority of her life. If anything, she thought as she walked towards the Strawberry Dorms, this is really returning home for me.

She followed the cobbled walkway that led to the main gate in the wall around the dormitory. This would be the riskiest part of her plan she knew. Luck was with her that day however as none of the girls that she walked past recognized her if they knew who she was still. Still, there were a great many of them that stopped, turned and followed her departing figure with a wistful longing stare. She smiled softly noticing the looks and feeling the eyes upon her back. My poor little daisies, so easily drawn towards the sun, she thought to herself realizing that it had been a long time since she had thought of others in those terms. After her there was no need for anyone else. I can be myself when I'm with her. She's the only one in this world that I love! Picking her pace up to avoid the possibility of running into someone she knew, the girl soon found herself before the bedroom chamber she was looking for.

Room No. 6001 N. Aoi

Is what it read in gold leaf font on the green name plate in front of her eyes. Turning the door handle she slipped into the room and silently closed the door behind her where she rested with her back solidly against the closed door. For a long moment she just stood there her eyes regarding the room that brought back so many memories. What's the chance of her having the exact same room I had she pondered as she crossed to the desk and selected a piece of parchment and a writing utensil?

Meet me in the Secret Garden at one o'clock.
If you're late I'll have to punish you.

Gently she folded the paper once and then set it upon the proper pillow. Smiling gently she reached down and pinched something between her thumb and index finger. As she pulled her hand away from the bed a long red hair followed it. Wrapping the captured hair around her fingertip she slipped out of the room and from the building and made her way to the library. She knew that morning classes would end soon and that the owner of the red hair she had liberated would soon be returning to her room and would discover the invitation left on the pillow.

Bearing a smile filled with anticipation she slipped into the old library building and made her way towards the area used for rendezvouses by amorous lovers, The Secret Garden. Slipping into one of the empty aisles she waited till she heard the bell ring signaling the end of morning classes. Minutes passed as hours, or so she felt but in due order the person she had invited made her appearance. As the girl strode past her hiding spot she moved the cart blocking the end of the aisle and reached out wrapping her arm around her waist and pulled the unsuspecting girl backwards into the closed off area, sliding the cart laded with books back into place making them their own little room. "I've missed you my little Daisy," she whispered in a sultry voice into the ear of the girl she loved.

The red headed girl suddenly squirmed and turned in her arms. She could feel the others body pressing against her own, driving her back till she thumped into the book case. Sensing the others desire she couldn't help it as a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She was no stranger to displays of desire from others but this was the first time that the girl she loved had displayed such forcefulness. When the younger girl finally spoke it was to say "Not nearly as much as I've missed you," which sent a delicious shiver down the taller girls spine. Any reply was forestalled as young soft pink lips suddenly closed with hers and she found her voice stolen away as those same lips drank hungrily of hers.

Gasping for air their lips finally parted only to have the younger girls descend and play across the soft skin of her neck eliciting a soft moan of desire from her. At this rate I won't be able to think straight soon she thought to herself not at all against such an occurrence should it happen. "You have missed me," she said in a husky tone of voice as she leaned forward and nipped the top edge of the shorter girl's ear playfully. The responding growl of hunger caused her pulse to race and her heart to beat maddeningly against her chest. "How much?" she asked encouraged by what she had heard. The feeling of teeth nibbling at her neck was her answer which thrilled her greatly and brought forth a long and sensual moan of delight from her.

The taller girl brought her hands up and onto the younger girls shoulders and then slowly started to lower them traversing the expanse of the now trembling girl's shoulders, down the plains of her chest, over the gentle swell of each young firm breast. Once more there was a growl instead of the playful purr she had heard before and once more a delightful shiver traveled the length of her spine. You make it so hard to play nice she thought as the younger girl's lips on her skin sent waves a pleasure coursing through her.

Using her hold and body this time she turned, pivoted around 180 degrees, rolling their bodies together till the younger girl was now pinned against the bookcase instead. "I love you Aoi Nagisa," she stated in a voice filled with longing and desire as her lips fell upon the younger girls and her fingers moved without hesitation to the buttons of her lovers' uniform.

The loud noise of the train pulling into the station suddenly jarred the silver haired beauty from her thoughts. Once the train had stopped and the doors opened she walked in and took a seat in the back where she could stare out the window. In a few moments the doors closed and the train pulled away from the platform and the lights of Tokyo flickered past her view. It was late at night and the only other people on the train were a young couple at the other end of the car whose lips were locked together as if they were one set of soft flesh. Though she did have a proclivity towards voyeurism and her pulse was still racing from her thoughts of her lover she none the less turned away and regarded the passing city outside. Can I really call her my lover these days?

It had been two weeks since the last time. The intervals are getting shorter she thought to herself as the train sped down the track towards the other side of town. When it had all started the first time it had taken three months for the first call to come in. When it had she didn't understand it at first as all she heard was silence on the other end. The call lasted no more than a minute and the line went dead. She had called the other girls name multiple times into the phone during that minute but never received a response. A phone call and she quickly was provided the GPS information as to where the phone was located at. Upon reaching the location all she found was the phone itself...Nagisa's phone…the phone now held in her hand and taken everywhere with her these days. Ring damn you! She knew it was just a matter of time, till then she thought back once more to that fateful day within the Secret Garden.

Their lips finally parted as their need for air was too great to be denied any longer. "Shizuma-oneesama," the younger girl gasped as her fingers entwined within the long silver mane and pulled the older girls lips down to her neck. "I've missed you so much, Shizuma-oneesama!"

"Oh my Nagisa, I've missed you too!" she stated as the last of the offending button came free and she finally was able to slip her hands within. Her lips found Nagisa's neck even as her fingertips caressed the silky surface of the soft camisole the other girl wore beneath her uniform and she could feel Nagisa's body quiver in response to her touch. Her lips danced a trail of wet kisses upwards till they found the girls this time and drank deeply of them, enjoying the soft sweetness of her taste. When the other girl moaned softly she did not hesitate but rather thrust forth her tongue and entered the others mouth. Hesitantly at first but with growing confidence the younger girl returned the tongue play and even dared so far as to enter Shizuma's mouth exploring every area she could reach. After several long moments their lips parted as once more the demand for air was too great to be denied. Shizuma's mind whirled with a heady intoxicating feeling left from their long and passionate kiss. Her lips already wanted another taste and then another as she couldn't get enough of this girl who had walked into her life one day out of the blue.

Shizuma's hands moved and pushed the offending uniform off the younger girls shoulders allowing it and the skirt to drop to the floor in a pool around Nagisa's feet. Looking down she saw delicate fingers that shook ever so slightly undoing the buttons to her own uniform. Surprised and excited by the others boldness she raised her head till she could look into the eyes of the girl before her. In those eyes she saw love and desire and a clear understanding and consenting of the consequences of their actions if they continued. Seeing the same look she knew to be in her own eyes she pulled the girl to her, crushing their bodies together as her lips drank deeply, tasting her, running her moisture across her own lips and mixing with it. Tongues shot forth and dueled first within one mouth and then the other in an intricate dance where neither won nor no one loss.

The speaker located in the ceiling directly over her head sounded off loudly pulling her thoughts back to the present and announcing that this was her stop. As she rose from her seat and exited the train when the doors opened she could still feel Nagisa's lips against hers, could still taste the sweet flavor they offered only to her that day. Leaving the station she made her way several blocks over to a hotel. Waving to the attendant as she walked through the lobby she went to the elevator taking it to the fourth floor. Once she left the elevator she made her way to room 407 and slipping a key from her pocket she opened the door, entered and then closed it behind her, throwing the bolt to securely lock it.

For a long moment she leaned against the closed door. Running her tongue over lips that were suddenly dry she finally moved away from the door, shedding clothes as she slowly walked through the hotel room. By the time she reached the side of the bed she stood there nude for a long moment regarding the empty bed before slipping beneath the covers. She slept here. The thought that her love had slept there just two week previously sent a warm shiver down her back. Inhaling deeply she could still just make out the other girls scent. It wasn't as strong as it had been two week previously when she had first slept here and every night it grew fainter but it was still there. Once more she licked lips that were suddenly dry and longed to drink of Nagisa's wonderfully sweet ever pleasing lips. As slumber claimed her the last thought she had was…

I'm thirsty.

Author's Note:

The Muse is stepping out though she's not as comfortable with these characters just yet. We can but hope that the Muse will get better with time. Again, this is my first FanFic for Strawberry Panic! so I hope I can entertain you at least a little in some way…maybe just at my attempt at writing this? :-)

As always, though certainly not required, I do appreciate any and all reviews, comments and Private Messages. Please let me know what you like and what you disliked.

Kind Regards,

EJ Daniels

All characters within this story, unless otherwise stated are the sole property of Sakurako Kimino the original writer of the Strawberry Panic! light novel series.