A/N: Wow - I am actually kind of surprised by the amount of comments and glomps I got on this. Girls Und Panzer doesn't have a huge fanfic following, so with one one chapter so far, I am pleasantly surprised. I did get more than a few pokes the past few weeks on if I would update this, or discontinue it. Let me assure you I have not discontinued this - its merely buried underneath a whole lot of other projects and commissions I have going on (80% of them smut). So updates will be sporadic, but they will come. This will be about 5-6 chapters, depending on how I feel and the reception this gets per update.

Again, this will get finished. Don't worry. Maybe some more comments/favs/follows will help me prioritize this? :D hehe

Enjoy.

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Oil, Sweat and Gunpowder

Part 2

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Hands trembling, fingers slick with sweat, and eyes roaming over the swell of her breast, the inside of the Panzer IV never seemed hotter than it did at that moment to Yukari.

On average, it took Yukari a matter of seconds for her to slip out of her clothes at the end of the day. She rarely even noticed most of the time; either her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of tankery, or an exam on not-tankery that she was forced to study for, or some other stray thought keeping her mind busy while she performed the boring task of stripping out her uniform into something more comfortable for the evening. Then, task complete and clothes changed, she could get back to whatever it was she was doing.

But most of the time she wasn't in a tank, the heat making her head swim with visions of lounging in an air conditioned room with nothing to do. Most of the time her skin wasn't covered with a thin film of slippery yet sticky sweat, making even basic actions a challenge. Most of the time she wasn't taking off her clothes with her commander watching her every move, the girl's soft brown eyes gazing unblinkingly as her fingers trembled, popping the buttons of her blouse clumsily one by one, with each unfastened button more and more of her skin becoming visible.

Most of the time... she wasn't this turned on when taking off her clothes.

Jesus… what is going on?

Swallowing heavily, Yukari finished the last button on her blouse and, casting another nervous glance up at Miho, slipped her arms through the holes in her shirt and dropped the sodden article of the side.

Clad in her skirt and simple bra, she cleared her throat, unable to keep from crossing her arms over her chest to preserve some semblance of modesty. As it was, Miho's eyes roamed over her bare skin, seemingly taking in every bit of her she could. Somewhat not-surprisingly, Yukari secretly hoped her commander liked what she saw.

"Um… that's better." She managed softly. "Still hot but, well, at least it's a little better now."

Miho nodded, her eyes wide and her face blank. Yukari allowed the girl another few moments of observation before clearing her throat, "Aren't you going to take off your shirt, too, Nishizumi-dono?"

The sound of her name seemed to jolt the other girl out of a dream, and she jumped in her seat, "Oh, oh! Yes. Yes, of course. Sorry, Yukari-chan." Her cheeks - already a bit pink from the heat - darkened a bit more, and she placed her cleaning supplies to the side. Flicking her eyes up towards Yukari for another look, she seemed in inhale slowly through her nose and then, much as Yukari had mere moments before, began to slowly fumble with the buttons of her shirt. She looked to have about as much trouble with the task as Yukari herself had, but managed to slip her shirt off her shoulders in a matter of seconds and then toss it gently to join her friend's in the corner of the Panzer.

Yukari could feel her eyes widen as she took in the healthy complexion of Miho's skin and the swells of her breasts contained by a slightly sweat-stained bra. She was thin, Yukari noted, even thinner than herself, but the petite proportions seemed to fit the girl perfectly; skinny arms and legs, hips that were starting to fill out as she grew from adolescence, and breasts that - upon initial inspection - looked to be at least one size larger than her own. Even her bellybutton seemed a perfect fit for her, a cute little dip in the creamy flesh of her abdomen.

Yukari swallowed heavily. Miho wasn't a Panzer - not by any stretch of the imagination. But damn… she may as well have been, to account for the sudden feeling of arousal that plummeted from Yukari's parched throat straight down to her groin.

"Uh… wow." She uttered, completely forgetting to school her words as she stared, her mouth agape, at her friend.

"W-what?" Miho replied, her cheeks a dark shade of pink as her arms rose to cover her chest. "Do I… do I look weird?"

"No," Yukari managed, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth like a giant ball of cotton. She tried again, "No! You, uh… you look good. Real good." She hung her head, the slightest stirring of embarrassment welling up in her as she considered herself. Next to Miho, she was obviously second best; skinny arms, a pale complexion from her days holed up in her room watching old Tankery films, her shoulder-length, curly hair unable to be straight and glossy and glamorous like Miho's… hell, she didn't even have the cute little dimple her commander hand on her left cheek, only visible when she smiled just the right way.

Next to Miho Nishizumi… Yukari would never measure up. As a Panzer operator, or as a girl.

Which was why, at Miho murmured words, Yukari felt her head snap up so quickly she felt whiplash.

"You look… really cute, too, Yukari-chan."

"W-wha-?" Yukari felt herself blurt out, her eyes widening in shock. "A-are you kidding?"

Miho nodded, her eyes shifting to the side, seemingly examining a wall panel. "No, I'm not kidding. You're… really cute."

Yukari snorted inelegantly even as her heart fluttered in her chest, making her fingers and toes tingle with excitement. "Pfft, no way. I'm a complete trainwreck. I mean, look at me; I'm all gangly legs and arms. No curves or anything to speak of. Like, seriously, Nishizumi-dono; I'm not cute at all. Like, totally the opposite of cute. Complete and utterly 'uncute'."

"Your cute!" Miho insisted, leaning forward and putting her hands on her knees. Her bangs - the color of burnt copper - stuck to her forehead as she stared directly down at Yukari. "You really are, Yukari-chan."

Yukari swallowed again, her gaze completely captured by Miho's. The girl's brown eyes seemed to melt into her own; the steady, unwavering stare saying more than anything she could ever speak aloud. She really, actually thought Yukari was cute. Her! Yukari Akiyama! She was a nobody, chosen to operate the Panzer IV simply because she found herself following Miho and her friends on that day they brought the Tankery Club back to their school. She had been just like any other student until then; granted, any other student wasn't as obsessed with Panzers as Yukari was, but that was beside the point. But after that day, Yukari found herself part of the team operating a powerful, rugged, sexy-as-hell Panzer IV! And not only that, with the one and only Miho Nishizumi - the daughter of the famous Nishizumi Tankery Academy - as her commander.

And, to top it all off, that same Miho Nishizumi thought she was cute.

"I… um… thank you, Nishizumi-dono." Yukari finally whispered softly. Her heart thumped in her chest, like it did when she watched a formation of Panzer rumbling down the the street, and she had the distinct feeling she knew exactly where it was coming from. "It really means a lot to hear you say that."

Miho scooted forward, edging herself closer but still seated on the commander's chair. "Of course! I mean, I like it that you are skinny, and I think your hair is puffy and cute, and… um," She shited in her seat, finally breaking eye contact to look away. "Other stuff."

Yukari blinked. "What other stuff?" She wasn't a vain girl, but damn it if she wasn't curious.

Miho cleared her throat, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. "Well…" She murmured slowly. "I've… sort of… always thought you had… um, pretty legs."

Yukari blinked. Twice. "M-my legs?" She glanced down at her thighs covered by her green, pleated skirt. She shifted them, rubbing her knobby knees together self-consciously. "What... um, really?"

Miho nodded, her cheeks a fiery scarlet. She was facing Yukari, but was resolutely staring at a point in the far corner of the Panzer. "Yea. Your legs are always really pretty, I thought. Really… smooth and, um, nice to look at."

Yukari felt her stomach flip a little at that. She had never really given much thought to how her legs looked, at least in comparison to other girls. But, now that she was actually thinking about it, she supposed she did have nice legs. They were certainly skinny… but they didn't have strange proportions or anything like some other girls had, and she did shave every other day.

It was surprising and more than a little shocking, but somewhere, deep down inside herself, Yukari felt a stirring of pride that Miho found something she liked in her.

It brought her just a single step closer up to Miho Nishizumi's level.

"I… Um," She attempted, but failed to come up with anything substantial. Yukari had honestly never been put into this position before; being outright complimented by her commander and friend in the small, sweltering confines of a Panzer. Not only that, but she was still painfully aware of their state of dress - or lack thereof. It was a confusing mix of embarrassing, exciting, and more than a little arousing.

Damn it, me. Now that's all I can think about.

"Well," She tried again. "If, um, if you want… you can… t-touch them."

What?! Jesus Christ, WHAT?

Yukari felt more than saw Miho stiffen above her, and heard her inhale sharply through her nose. She watched as her commander's gaze snapped to hers and linger there, as if unsure if Yukari had indeed said what she actually said.

Swallowing heavily, Yukari tilted her head down demurely and looked up at Miho through her eyelashes. Was she doing this right? She had heard of this whole 'Be sexy for your man' thing, but was unsure of if it would even work on Miho. Damn it, this was a whole lot easier when talking about tanks!

"I mean, you said you like them, right?" Yukari broke the silence, her voice turning decidedly awkward. "S-so, if you want to, you can, um, touch them… and stuff?"

Welp, Yukari was mucking this whole thing up, she could already tell.

Miho would definitely be turned off by Yukari's awkward attempt at being cute and sexy - not that the two were mutually exclusive, mind you - and then things would be weird between them. They would still talk, and still ride in the Panzer together, and still be part of the same team. But that would be it. There would always be that weirdness there between then, stifling any and all attempt they would make at small talk, or at being close to one another. All because Yukari was a freak that - in a spur of the moment - asked Miho to touch her fucking legs!

Man… maybe Yukari was right; maybe she should just stick with Panzers. At least they didn't make her mouth all cottony and her brain turn to mush.

"Can I?"

The words tumbled softly from Miho's lips, but still Yukari felt them crack through the air of the Panzer like a gunshot. Her stomach lurched and her heart leapt into her throat, because holy shit Miho actually wanted to… to… feel her legs. And… Stuff?

There was nothing inherently sexual about it… but god damn. Yukari would be lying if that thought didn't turn her on more than a little.

"Yea." She muttered feebly, swallowing again as Miho clambered down from her seat to the divide in the center of the Panzer. She adjusted herself with her legs on either side, her eyes never leaving Yukari's. "T-totally. Um, you wanna, like, just feel them? Or what?"

"I want to touch them." Miho confirmed, her hands at her sides. "I mean, if you want me to."

"Yea." Yukari repeated. She shifted from her own space to climb up the side of the Panzer so that she could perch on the Gunner's ledge. She paused for a moment, getting as comfortable as she could in the small confines of the tank, before plopping her hands on her thighs.

"W-well, um… here they are." She said lamely.

Yea… Yukari was one awkward bunny.

Wait… awkward bunny? Was that even a thing? Sure, why not. Fuck it.

Miho nodded, apparently not caring about Yukari's weirdness as her hazel eyes slid down from Yukari's face to her front -lingering for a few long moments on her bra-clad chest - before continuing down towards her belly and waist, and finally her skirt. Her tongue swept across her lips and, slowly, she lifted her hand up and placed it gently on Yukari's knee.

Yukari inhaled sharply as she felt the heat of Miho's hand on her skin. The girl paused for the barest moment, perhaps thinking that Yukari would change her mind now that she was actually touching her. But when Yukari didn't say anything she seemed to take that as permission, slowly move her hand down her leg to her calf, and back up again.

Her skin was hot, Yukari knew, and must have been sticky with sweat. But still, Miho's fingers seemed to glide effortlessly across her pale skin, gently touching and prodding every inch of her, from the very bottom of her ankle where her sock began to the back of her knee, prompting a stifled giggle as she poked Yukari's almost-forgotten ticklish zone. She smiled as Miho grinned - like a child with an interesting toy - adding her other hand to explore Yukari's second leg, covering the same points of interest as the first.

Her hands roamed, and Yukari watched as Miho periodically lifted her gaze to gauge her reaction to a new touch - whether they were a soft prod, or a gentle brush of her finger, or the dragging of her fingernail down the back of her calf, making Yukari shiver and force out a breath and didn't even realize she was keeping bottled up.

Did Miho even realize what she was doing to Yukari?

"Your legs are so soft…" Miho murmured, taking a hold of one of Yukari's legs and kneading the calf and massaging it. Yukari let out a groan - quite by accident - and her hand rose up to her face to hide her heavy blush. "No, don't hide." Miho added, reaching up to pull Yukari's hand away from her eyes. She watched as Miho's hand wrapped around her own, her fingers lacing through hers, and tugged it down to her lap. The girl's lips quirked up in a visage that Yukari could swear she had never seen on Miho before.

"I want to see your face when I touch you."

Holy. Fuck.

She had to realize what she was doing to Yukari.

"Hnnnng." Was the only thing she could think of to say, inglorious though it was. It could have been worse, because Miho grinned and laughed, and wow, had Yukari noticed how soft her breasts looked through her bra when she laughed before today?

And shit, she just said that aloud, hadn't she?

Miho's eyes widened, her lips parting in a small 'o' as Yukari froze, mortification creeping up on her like a shadow. She had just said that Miho's breasts looked soft and, while they did look really soft and awesome, that wasn't the kind of thing you just said to a friend… let alone your commander! Legs were one thing… but boobs were another thing entirely!

Well, far be for Yukari Akiyama to do anything halfway. Especially now.

Just as Yukari opened her mouth to say something -anything- to break the suddenly tense silence, Miho beat her to it.

"Do you... want to touch them?" She said, her eyes darkening two shades as she watched Yukari, her hand still gripping her calf and her fingers still wound though Yukari's like a game of cats cradle.

Yukari didn't even hesitate.

"Hell yes, Nishizumi-dono. Hell yes."

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A/N: Just a hair shorter than the first chapter, but still pretty juicy.

Like I said, this will be about 5-6 chapters. And who knows, maybe come nice comments of favs/follows will spur me on and make me update more quickly? Its worth a try, eh?

***Will work for glomps***