A/N: I got some tasty glomps from Part 2 to munch on while writing this next bit. One of them was cherry flavored. Omnomnom.

Here is part 3!

Enjoy.

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Oil, Sweat and Gunpowder

Part 3

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"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 cat's cradle.

Yukari didn't even hesitate.

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

The corners of Miho's lips lifted in the barest semblance of a smile at Yukari's blunt reply, and Yukari had the tact to blush in response, though her grin easily matched her friend's.

Not saying anything, simply nodding her understanding, Miho removed her hand from Yukari's knee and pulled their fingers free from each other, leaning forward slightly to reach around behind her. She pursed her lips in concentration, and Yukari realized what she was doing barely two heartbeats before it actually happened.

"N-Nishizumi-do-" She breathed, but all breath halted in her throat as Miho unhooked and pulled her bra free in a breathless moment of sliding skin and shifting fabric, revealing her bare chest to Yukari in the small confines of the Panzer IV.

Yukari swallowed against a dry throat, her eyes roaming over Miho's skin as though she never saw another human body before. She may as well have, for Miho Nishizumi was more than everything she had ever dared to hope for. Her breasts, which had been covered in her cream-colored bra only seconds before, where a milky white, round, and supple. Her nipples were a bright coral pink, a perfect offset to her clear complexion and make Yukari's lips tremble with anticipation. Anticipation for what, she didn't know… but she had a damn good idea. She had seen the girl naked before - they had bathed together, of course - but somehow, with Miho baring herself for Yukari and Yukari alone, it seemed all the better.

"Wow." Yukari murmured softly, unable to say anything else.

"Mmm," Miho mumbled, her arms limp at her sides, though clearly fighting an urge to cover herself. "You, uh, you like it?"

"Yea." No use lying at this point, right?

"They don't… look weird?" Miho pressed.

Yukari shook her head, her eyes wide. "N-no! They look… great. Um, really pretty. Soft and… stuff."

Again, the corners of Miho's lips quirked up in a small smile, and then she took a deep breath, lowering her hands from her chest. "Well… here they are." She said softly.

Yukari let out a puff of air in a quiet laugh. Here they are, indeed. She licked her lips and leaned forward. "Can I…?"

"Yea… go ahead." Miho murmured. She shifted forward slightly on her perch to give Yukari better access.

The girl jumped slightly when Yukari's fingers touched the skin of her belly, but settled down just as quickly, her eyes never wavering from her friends'. Meanwhile, Yukari nearly jumped herself as she felt Miho's velvety-smooth skin under her fingertips. She was hot, and slightly sticky with sweat, but that didn't seem to hinder her and she ran her hand over Miho's bare skin, trailing the tips of her fingers around her abdomen, fingering the indentions of her ribs and up, further, to her eventual goal.

When she finally reached it, she brushed her finger across the underside of Miho's breast. The girl shifted again, the smallest sound escaping through her nose. It could have been an exhale or a sigh, if one wanted to call it that. Again, Yukari flicked her finger along the bottom of Miho's right breast, and again the girl breathed out slowly, this time parting her lips by the smallest amount.

I wonder if…

Yukari grinned, emboldened by Miho's subtle reactions to her touches, and reached forward to capture the girl's entire breast in her hand, closing her fingers around it and palming the swell of her breast gently. The reaction was immediate; Miho sucked in a sharp, heavy breath, her eyes narrowing and focusing directly on Yukari's. Her hands clenched on her skirt, her lips formed a thin line on her face, and her whole body seemed to tense, like she did when preparing for a tankery skirmish.

Yukari knew this look, and she knew what it meant for Miho to look at her this way. Miho's typical affluent and easy-going attitude - at least, when tanks weren't involved - was completely absent. This wasn't the normal, everyday Miho. This was Miho Nishizumi, the commander of Team Anglerfish; the girl who could command a team of Panzer to victory against a team twice… no, three times their size. This was the look of a girl who leads their team to victory, no matter what kind of opposition stands in their way. This was the look of a girl that Yukari admired more than anyone she ever met before in her life.

And the sheer heat that seemed to burn into her eyes from her commanders' seemed to settle in her stomach, warming her from inside out and making the heat inside the tank a warm spring breeze in comparison.

"N-Nishizumi-dono… do you want me to-"

"More." The girl's command was soft, barely a whisper, but Yukari heard it as clear as day. It sent a shiver down her spine, and there was little else Yukari could do except obey. She reached forward - with two hands this time - and took hold of Miho's breasts, kneading and masagging them as her commander's second, deeper intake of air guided her onwards.

"Nishizumi-dono," Yukari murmured, swallowing as she gently touched her friend. "They're so soft…"

"Nnn…" Miho nodded, her lips tight and her eyes locked onto Yukari's. "You can… touch them a little harder, if you want."

"Are you sure?" Yukari asked, her voice becoming more and more breathless by the second.

Miho nodded again, arching her back towards Yukari. "Yes… it feels good."

Spurred on by the other girl's words, Yukari leaned forward, putting more strength into her touches. She listened to the soft, almost whisper-like sounds of encouragement from Miho, and the smallest movements from her body; the subtle shifts of her legs and her fingers clenching at her skirt. She watched as the girl's face went through a series of changes, her lips thinned and pursed, opened as she breathed, and closed as she sucked in another breath, only to release it again in a heavy sigh. A muscle in her cheek twitched once, twice, and more than once she bit her bottom lip, leaving two very noticeable indentations from her teeth for a moment, until they disappeared back into her plump, pink perfection.

And all the while, she sat there staring at Yukari, her eyes never wavering as she touched her bare chest.

In a rare moment of playful curiosity, Yukari reached with her thumb and index finger, gently pinching Miho's pink nipple. The girl gasped, jumping in her seat as if stung by a bee. Yukari was so shocked by the reaction she fell back off her perch on the Loader's seat, nearly hitting her head on the side of the tank. As it was, they barely had the room to move around, let alone lose their balance and fall down. So, Yukari was lucky to catch herself on a console and keep herself from falling back down into the driver's alcove.

Her relief at staying upright dwindled as she looked back up to see Miho crawling towards her, a fire in her eyes that she had rarely seen before, except in the most intense of Tankery skirmishes.

At once, her stomach plummeted with the knowledge that she had suddenly gone too far. Miho had given her permission to touch, and just that. She had certainly not been given permission to pinch the girl's nipples, like some kind of perverted freak! Gah! What was I even thinking! I'm so fucked!

"N-Nishizumi-dono, I'm s-mmmfff!"

She was cut off from her apology at her frowardness when Miho reached forward and pressed her lips to Yukari's in a fierce kiss.

It happened so quickly and aggressively that Yukari could do nothing except sit there, holding herself up with one arm and the other clutched onto a nearby panel to keep herself steady as Miho pressed her lips against hers. She felt more than heard a groan creep up in the air around them, and was embarrassed to admit that it came from her throat.

A moment later Miho pulled away, rolling back on her haunches and stared at Yukari, a wholly determined look in her eyes.

"Um… I… yea?" Yukari finally managed, because damn.

"Yea…" Miho replied simply, a dark flush creeping from her cheeks to her neck.

Yukari paused to push herself back up on the Loader's seat before deliberately clearing her throat. "...Okay?"

Miho nodded, "Okay."

And just like that, the dam was broken between the Miho and Yukari; a second passed in hushed silence as the two clambered over the equipment back towards each other, winding their arms around each other like vines on a trellis, and kissed fiercely.

Yukari's body reacted entirely on its' own, arms reaching out to grasp the sides of Miho's head to pull her face even closer. She stroked Miho's cheeks, her jaw and then wound her arms around her neck to hold her even closer. Miho opened her mouth slightly, capturing Yukari's upper lip between her own, massaging it before doing the same to the lower lip.

Yukari groaned again as she felt Miho's tongue slip out from her mouth, reaching out and begging for entrance into her own. She was more than willing to oblige, peaking her lips open and meeting Miho's tongue, swirling in one direction, and then the other. Again and again, over and over. Miho's tongue was a dangerous weapon, even more than the panzer they were in, and Yukari knew it would be the death of her if they continued, but she didn't want to stop.

She barely had the ability to whimper in disappointment when Miho pulled away, her chest heaving with staccato breaths.

"Wow…" She murmured, her eyes both dark and bright at the same time, hooded with some deep, intense emotion Yukari could only remember seeing on her once or twice.

"Y-yea." Yukari replied simply. Seriously, like, what the fuck? That was awesome.

"That was amazing," Miho said, as if reading her thoughts. She leaned her head forward to rest her forehead on Yukari's. "Better than I ever imagined."

Somehow, even though her brain was busy rebooting from how amazing Miho was, Yukari managed to stutter out a response. "R-really? You, um, imagined kissing me before, Nishizumi-dono?"

"Yea," She replied, canting her head slightly to the side to nuzzle Yukari's brow. "For a long time now. I've been trying to think of the best way to tell you, but…"

"Yea…" Yukari mumbled, flushing in a way that made the heat of the Panzer seem a trifle. It's true, Yukari was kind of blind to things like that; her head was usually filled with thoughts of Tankery and whatnot… most of the time, things like love and romance were the last things on her mind.

Well, Miho certainly had her attention now.

"Sorry." She added, slightly shamefaced.

Miho shook her head, "Don't be. It was worth the wait." She said, leaning her head down to place a gentle, feather-light kiss on Yukari's lips. "Yukari-chan, kiss me."

Yukari didn't need any further prompting. Barely a moment later she met Miho's lips in a crushing kiss, and the stifling sexual tension that had been building in the Panzer IV since they first crawled inside burst like a hot soap bubble.

Overcome by sheer emotion and raw feelings, Yukari and Miho clung to each other shamelessly, molding their bodies together, their tongues meeting in a desperate battle of their own where there would be no victor, their breasts rubbing together through the material of Yukari's bra, and their hands roaming over their backs, shoulders and arms in attempt to touch as much skin as possible.

It was better than Yukari had ever dreamed of, and she wanted more.

She let out a desperate, needy whine when Miho pulled away again, licking her lips and watching Yukari with a hungry gaze. She withdrew her arms from around Yukari's shoulders and backed away, turning slightly to find a stable place in the tank she could use to sit. After a moment she found one; the gunner's position opposite of Yukari. It was only slightly more roomy than the Loader's position, and less cramped than the Driver or Radio Operator's alcove.

"Nizhizumi-dono-" Yukari started to say, but was cut off as Miho spoke.

"I want you." She said simply. Yukari blinked rapidly, shocked at the blunt admission. Well, one could never fault Miho Nishizumi for not being direct in what she wanted. "I want you so bad, Yukari-chan." Then, suddenly, her expression turned determined - serious. "But, only if you call me 'Miho'. No more of this Nishizumi-dono stuff."

Yukari dropped her head, embarrassed. She should have seen that coming a mile away. After all, she was the only one who called her that. With everyone else it was always 'Miho-chan' and 'Nishizumi-san'. She seemed to prefer Miho, and tolerated Nishizumi simply because of propriety. As it was, Yukari insisted on calling Miho 'Nishizumi-dono' not only because she was the daughter of the Nishizumi Academy, but also her commander. It was simply expected that Yukari show some form of respect towards the other girl.

But... she could also understand why Miho probably wanted Yukari to call her Miho instead of Nishizumi-dono. She may have been Yukari's commander… but she was also her close friend.

Her close friend and… well...

One didn't really call whatever we were by their last name, did they?

Yukari supposed she could sacrifice that for her friend, in the end.

"Okay… Miho… chan." Yukari finally said, a small smile creeping around her lips.

Miho nodded slowly, her smile growing to match Yukari's, and then her expression melted into something darker, something more… expectant. "Come here, Yukari-chan."

Yukari swallowed, pushing herself away from the side of the tank and deftly maneuvering to Miho's side. The girl met her with open arms, wrapping them around her shoulders and clutching her tightly against her chest. Yukari groaned aloud , relishing the feeling of Miho's naked breasts rubbing up against her own, the unique sensations of her rapidly hardening nipples drawing erratic patterns against her chest, and the velvety softness of Miho's lips molding against her own.

Her hands moved all over Miho's body, desperate to feel everything and commit it to memory; from her face and cheeks and lips, down to her neck and shoulders, her breasts and waist, and her hips and thighs. Her hands also roamed around Yukari's own body, paying special attention to her legs - as, apparently, the girl had a clear appreciation for - and her thighs, groping and squeezing and occasional raking her nails across the smooth skin. Yukari yelped aloud when she felt Miho take her bottom lip between her teeth and bit gently.

"N-Nisihzumi-dono?" She breathed, and gasped when Miho set her with an intense glare.

"Call me Miho!" the girl hissed, hooking her hands underneath Yukari's thighs and lifting. Yukari wasn't a heavy girl, but neither was Miho an overtly strong-looking one. However, in a clearly rare display of strength, Miho pulled Yukari up from her spot in front of her and placed her onto her lap. It took only a moment for Yukari to adjust to her new position, and after spreading her legs and straddling Miho's waist, the two girls continued their battle of lips and teeth and tongue.

"Miho-chan," Yukari murmured into her mouth, prompting a breathless sigh from her commander as she pulled Yukari closer to her chest.

"Yukari-chan," She replied, tilting her head to the side and trailing kisses down her jaw towards her throat. Yukari made a small sound of encouragement, which Miho seemed to understand. She shifted in her seat and Yukari felt the slick sensation of Miho's tongue, hot and wet in the stifling confines of the panzer, glide across her skin.

"It's… so hot." Yukari muttered feebly. Her breath hitched in my throat as Miho reached around with one of her hands to palm her left breast and Fuuuuck.

"Do you want to stop?" Miho asked, a warm puff of air against the shell of Yukari's ear. She shivered as she felt Miho's words followed up by the gentle pinch of her teeth on the earlobe, and just like that, Yukari knew that she would never want to stop.

"God, no." She whined against Miho's hair. To prove her point, she deliberately rocked her hips against Miho's waist, and was rewarded with a powerful shudder that shot up her body straight from her groin. "Please don't stop."

"Okay," Miho said, releasing Yukari's breast and letting her hand fall to Yukari's waist. Her breath hitched in her throat as Miho's fingers glided across the skin of her abdomen, her muscles twitching deliciously in response to the more than welcome connection between them, and Yukari could barely even breath enough to keep herself from fainting as she felt Miho's fingers dip beneath the waistband of her skirt, searching for their ultimate goal.

"Please don't stop." She repeated, hungrily, desperately, into her ear. "Miho-chan, please don't stop."

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To be continued...

A/N: Not much to say about this one. Not my best work, but you wouldn't believe how hard it is to try and assign blocking in a tank. I've having a doozy of a time trying to picture these two girls trying to have sex in this little tank, and I swear to god this is harder to write than it looks. XD

As before, some tasty glomps might help with getting the remaining chapters out quicker!

Cheers!

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