A/N: And we finally have part 4. Thanks for all the tasty glomps,and I hope you all enjoyed what was, I hope, a short but fun journey through Yuri-land.

In a tank.

Heh.

Cheers!

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Oil, Sweat and Gunpowder

Part 4

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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 breathe 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."

"Are you sure?" Miho asked aloud, her head pulling back just enough to catch Yukari's desperate expression. She seemed sincere, careful even, and as turned on as Yukari was, she could still appreciate her friend's care.

"Yes," She finally said, nodding jerkily. She smiled, trying her best to cover her anxiousness. "Please, I want you so bad."

Miho took a deep breath and smiled shyly at Yukari, and then her eyes narrowed in determination. "Switch with me."

"What?" Yukari blinked in confusion.

"Switch places with me," Miho repeated. "Sit here. You'll see."

Curious, but too excited to argue, Yukari complied. She clambered up from Miho's lap and sat down in her place,, turning back around to find Miho kneeling down in front of her between the loader's stool and the radio alcove. Yukari licked her lips, and opened her mouth to ask why Miho wanted her to sit there, when Miho answered her unspoken question by reaching down to Yukari's skirt.

Yukari watched Miho work, the slenderness of her commander's fingers slipping up the outside of her thighs, horribly arousing to Yukari, and she had to fight to keep from fidgeting with impatience as the girl's hands sliding up her legs, disappearing beneath her skirt and then up through the elastic at her waist. Her pulse quickened in her veins as she watched Miho pull her hands back down, the fabric gathering along the backs of her fingers and sliding down Yukari's narrow hips and exposing more of her body, and she bit her lip to soften the groan that spilled from her lips at the look in Miho's eyes as her skirt finally cleared her knees and collapsed at her feet.

"Yukari-chan," Miho breathed, her voice unabashedly awed as her eyes snapped up, locking directly onto her panties. There were a pale white, as Yukari hadn't bothered to wear anything cute that morning - much to her embarrassment, because fuck if she knew this would happen today when she was getting dressed - and she clamped her eyes shut as Miho examined her, the girl's long fingers sliding over her hips and back down to her thighs.

Yukari's head fell back with a thump against the wall of the tank as she felt Miho run a finger up her throbbing center. The touch was almost hesitant at first, but even such a light touch was a thousand times better than Yukari had even done to herself, and she groaned aloud when Miho's finger glided across the fabric of her panties to slowly trace the line between her hip bones, all the way to the skin where her belly and her underwear met. Yukari could feel her friend's eyes raking over her nearly naked body, and she had to fight the urge to try and cover herself.

She wouldn't run away, not now.

"Your so pretty," Miho breathed quietly, leaning down to lay a soft kiss to the sensitive skin of Yukari's tummy. Yukari whimpered aloud at the touch and Miho giggled, her tongue slipping from between her lips to dip into the slight hollow of her bellybutton. She kissed, licked and ran her teeth along Yukari's heated, sweaty skin, and each time she felt Miho tough her Yukari would twitch, a brand new sound she had never heard come from her lips before escaping to hover around them in the stifling confines of the Panzer IV.

Eventually, though still much too soon for Yukari, Miho deposited one last kiss to her navel before moving higher, brushing her lips up and over Yukari's abdomen as she traced her fingertips up her sides. Yukari's breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat pulsing frantically in her chest as her friend's lips finally arrived at her breasts, the silky softness of her lips wrapping around her painfully erect nipples and tugging.

"So perfect," Miho added, even as Yukari whined and tugged as Miho's shoulders, trying but failing to nudge the girl back down to take care of the horrible throbbing in her center. Instead of complying, Miho chuckled, tilting her head down to paint a long, torturous lick over Yukari's nipples - a promise to return, no doubt - and then moved on, her tongue drawing lazy, wet patterns up Yukari's chest as she finally arrived at her lips, laying another deep, hungry kiss to Yukari's mouth.

"But so impatient, aren't you, Yukari-chan?"

Unable to speak, Yukari simply reached around Miho with her arms, pulling the girl closer to her so that their naked torsos touching for the first time.

Miho moaned heavily - a deep and gravelly sound in her chest - shifting where she was so that she could kneel between Yukari's legs, her hips nestling snugly between her friend's thighs as their mouths battled in a skirmish that left their usual Tankery bouts in the dust. Their tongues moved together in a sensuous, erotic dance as their hands roamed over hot skin, touching and groping and rubbing everywhere they could reach as Yukari instinctively rocked her hips against Miho.

First to take their newly established baseline to the next level, Yukari did so boldly and aggressively. She lifted her right leg and hooked it behind Yukari's waist, her heel digging into the small of her back and pulling her even closer against her even as she dropped her hand to the small of Miho's back and pulled. Miho's hips ground deliciously between Yukari's thighs, and she couldn't stifle the low moan that tumbled from her lips as she eagerly canted her hips against her friend again.

Miho groaned as she forced her hips against Yukari, her eyes the color of dark copper as she wrapped her arms around Yukari's shoulders to steady herself. "Yukari-chan," She breathed out, her voice low and husky.

Yukari dropped her gaze from Miho's to the space between them, her eyes focusing on Miho's breasts. They were still noticeably larger than her own, and feeling brave - or perhaps a bit cheeky - she looked back up into her commander's eyes and closed her fingers around her nipple, pinching the hardened bud as she did before. Again, the girl jumped in shock, and the near-dangerous look that flashed through Miho's eyes was just the same as before. But this time, instead of frightening Yukari, she only smiled impishly.

"Do you like that, Miho-chan?"

Miho nodded slowly, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "It's amazing. But I am not nearly done with you yet, Yukari-chan." She leaned forward to nuzzle Yukari's cheek, careful not to dislodge her friend's hands on her breasts. Yukari hissed when Miho ground her hips against her thighs again, and then whispered, "I can't wait anymore. Can I have you?"

Yukari let out a strained whine at her words, wanting nothing more than to be touched, tasted and explored by Miho. She nodded her acceptance regardless, not trusting her voice to properly convey her willingness to surrender herself completely.

"Thank you, Yukari-chan." Miho whispered, dropping a final wet, lingering kiss to the base of Yukari's neck.

"Miho-chan…" Yukari sighed as she felt the girl's lips move back down, trailing a blistering line of kisses down her throat, over her collarbone and down to her breasts. She reached up and tangled her hands in Miho's hair, tugging gently as Miho swirled her tongue around her nipples, keeping her earlier promise to return to them. "Please... " She begged when it felt as though Miho might never finish her journey towards her goal.

"Patience..." Miho murmured, her lips twitching as she planted one last kiss to each of Yukari's nippes. Her blood pounded in her ears as Miho shifted, moving her head lower and lower, dipping her lips to press kisses to random parts of Yukari's abdomen. After what seemed to Yukari like hours Miho finally reached her hips, and Yukari lurched slightly as Miho slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties.

"Miho-chan…" Yukari whined and lifted her hips, silently but clearly begging the girl to hurry up and get on with it. Though she knew she wanted it - and fuck that she did - she still couldn't help the feeling of brief panic as she felt her underwear begin to slip down her thighs and legs. She had never been laid bare to another person before, and was half-afraid that Miho wouldn't like what she saw. But the soft, 'Oh, Yukari-chan…' that she heard Miho breathe as her panties cleared her feet threw that worry out the porthole.

She sat there, her face burning with what she knew was a heavy blush - and definitely not the heat - as she felt Miho's eyes raking over her most private area, drinking up the sight as she knew she would if their positions were reversed. She felt the girl's hands run up her legs, her thumbs tickling the back of her knees. She could feel the heavy weight of Miho's hungry gaze on her, but couldn't tear her embarrassed gaze away from the ceiling of the Panzer IV, hot and oily though it was, even as hands slipped higher and higher up Yukari's thighs until she felt thumbs combing through her dark, curly pubic hair.

Yukari's eyes snapped shut and she threw her head back against the tank as she felt Miho's finger slip between her folds for the first time. She moaned softly, her entire body thrumming with electricity at the girl's slow, hesitant touch, and she reached out to grasp onto the edge of her perch as Miho's touch grew more confident.

"Yes… Miho-chan, yes." She murmured, her hips rolling forward encouragingly, as Miho's finger slid higher to press firm circles against her. The motion and pressure was similar, Yukari noticed, to how she would touch herself, and even as she sighed and writhed under her commander's hand she couldn't help but wonder if Miho often touched herself this way, and if she thought of Yukari while doing it.

Her hips fell into a steady rhythm against Miho's hand as she rubbed small, firm circles against her, each swipe of the pads of her fingers ratcheting her arousal up several levels until her blood pounded deafeningly in her ears and her body began screaming for release. It was perfect, the most exquisite kind of torture that Yukari never thought possible, and the absolute combination of pressure, tempo and patterns of fingertips drove her right to the edge of insanity.

And then, as simply as it had started, Miho's touch against her changed. It was still perfect and wonderful; but it was also softer, lighter, and much more eager.

Yukari groaned quietly, lifting her head up to find the beautiful, amazing face of the girl she admired so much nestled between her legs. The touch was different, more eager, because it was Miho's tongue - and not her fingers - that was now stroking her with abandon.

"M-Miho-chan," Yukari whimpered, unabashedly rolling her hips into her mouth. "Oh, God, yes."

Dark eyes looked up and help Yukari's captive as her cries filled the Panzer IV and grew louder, more desperate. She whined and mewled, her hips pushing aggressively up, but she refused to look away from the girl between her legs. When the indecent, shameful sounds grew so loud that that Yukari began to fear someone may hear and investigate, Miho quickly replaced her tongue with her fingers and moved up to capture Yukari's mouth in a deep, probing kiss to swallow her cries.

Yukari shuddered at the was Miho's tongue boldly slid between her lips so she could taste herself on her tongue, and couldn't contain the hungry growl that rumbled up from the core of her body as their tongues fought for supremacy.

She felt Miho's thumb lift up and press against the very top of her crevice, and then eased her middle finger down to press against Yukari's opening, the digit moving in an almost teasing slowness through the narrow ring of muscle, working in a series of thrusts to match the rocking of her hips. Yukari's body hummed in reaction to the rumble of Miho's groan that leaked into her mouth and her legs lifted to hook around the girl's waist, and it was all Yukari could to to keep herself inside her own skin as she came.

Finally, after what seemed to Yukari like long, blissful hours, she felt her body - which had been wound to tightly she was sure you could drive a small panzer over her and she wouldn't bend - shudder with her climax. Her hands scrabbled across the panels, various knick-knacks and photos of their friends, knocking them to the floor as each of Miho's thrusts stoked the fire in her body, each plunge and retreat of her fingers drawing out the feeling of completion and release. Her inner walls clenched tightly around Miho's finger as she slowly softened her strokes, easing Yukari through her oragasm with delicious care. Her eyes, unfocused and blurry at first, slowly rolled around and settled in Miho, her lips twitching up into a shaky, yet satisfied smile.

Miho returned it, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss against the corner of Yukari's lips. She slowly withdrew her fingers, taking moment to drag her hand across the moistened curls between Yukari's legs, and kissed her again.

"I've wanted to do that since the first moment I saw you."

The declaration was so obvious, so matter-of-fact, that Yukari had to laugh. She grinned, reaching up to cradle Miho's face in her hands as she murmured, "Well, you could have asked. You never know, I might have been into it."

She smirked as Miho's cheeks darkened in embarrassment, but she nodded all the same. "I'll remember that." She promised.

A slow, wicked smile crept across Yukari's face as she rolled her hips, silently nudging at Miho until she leaned forward to kiss her. In a moment of surprising agility, Yukari pushed up from her seat and sidestepped around Miho, pushing her back against the wall of the tank, effectively switching places so that she leaned between Miho's legs, and grinned up at the very surprised face of Miho Nishizumi. "You'd better remember that. And this, too." She drawled, reaching up to palm at Miho's breast possessively.

Miho swallowed, and her tongue flicked out to sweep across her lips, wetting them and making Yukari ache to taste her again.

"Because," She murmured, shifting her position so she could slip her hands down Miho's body to remove her skirt. Miho offered zero resistance, even going so far as to attempt to reach down and help, her eyes never leaving Yukari's. "If I knew you wanted me like this from day one, we could have saved a lot of time."

"But…" Miho whispered, her hands shaking as she leaned back on her perch, her now bare legs spreading unashamedly before Yukari. "That wouldn't have been nearly as fun, would it?"

"True." Yukari agreed, nodding and placing a chaste, almost featherlight kiss against Miho's lips. She moved down to finished removing her panties. She mewled softly at the way her commander's arousal trailed after the thin, cream-colored fabric, glistening like fine threads of a spider's web covered in dew, and she forced herself to take a deep, calming breath once she tossed the garment aside. She had always thought of Miho as pretty - at least, when she cared to notice such things that weren't about Tankery - and murmured as such as she knelt down, gently pulling Miho's knees further apart, giving her her first real look at her friend's fully naked body.

"Your perfect." Yukari muttered, her thumbs rubbing the inside of Miho's thighs as she eased between the girl's legs. Her eyes raked hungrily over rich, coppery curls and impossibly pink, pale lips that glistened with arousal. Perfect wasn't even a suitable word for what she saw, but Yukari wasn't even in the best state of mind to care about the best vocabulary to use.

Miho hummed softly, her body fidgeting as Yukari ran her gaze over her sex, clearly looking as self-conscious as she had been, but also just as unwilling to hide her body. She bit her lip, watching with dark eyes as Yukari drank in the sight of her, her pale skin matching her own perfectly. They seemed to stay there for hours, waiting to Yukari to make her move, and when she finally did by slipping a single finger immediately between her silken folds, Miho's entire body tensed as a loud whine spilled from her lips.

Yukari groaned inwardly at the sound, and again her finger eased through the girl's soft, malleable flesh. Swollen folds wrapped around her finger, caressing it as much as she was caressing Miho herself. It was at the same time similar, and entirely different than the way she felt when she touched herself, and she found herself instantly addicted to the sensation of her finger gliding through Miho's skin.

"You feel so good, Miho-chan." Yukari murmured softly, rubbing small circles against her folds as Miho had done, accompanied by thrusts deep into her every few seconds.

"That's," Miho whimpered, writhing on her perch but trying to keep still. "That's what I want to say. You make me feel good."

"Miho-chan," Yukari smiled, licking her lips and lowering herself down to her knees to settle between Miho's legs. She dipped her head down to press her mouth against Miho's folds, poking her tongue out to touch against the hot, throbbing flesh that awaited her. A loud, powerful moan rumbled in her throat as she tasted Miho, and she eagerly laid a slow, broad lick through her lower lips.

"Yukari-chan!" Miho jerked underneath her, bleating out her name as her hands reached down to wind through her curly hair. Yukari didn't doubt that Miho was nearly there, what with how wet she was and how eager she had been to please Yukari only moments before, but she was still determined to make this moment all about Miho.

The girl definitely deserved it, after all.

Every swipe of Yukari's tongue caused Miho to buck her hips more and more aggressively, her hands tugging and pulling at her hair as she subtly directed Yukari's attentions to exactly where she liked best. Yukari was only too happy to oblige, and she repeated the gesture again and again, delighting in the pleased moans and tortured whimpers that tumbled from her commander's mouth. She traced figures with her tongue, random shapes against Miho's skin and felt her heart beat faster at the sounds of desperate approval from above.

Eventually, as she knew it would happen, Miho's cries grew loud enough to be heard from outside their sanctuary - if anyone were close enough to hear - and as quickly as she could Yukari replaced tongue with fingers, sliding up the length of her friend's body to swallow her cries and whines with her mouth, just as Miho had done.

"It's okay Miho-chan," Yukari whispered as she peppered Miho's lips with kisses. "I've got you."

Miho peeked her eyes open long enough to catch Yukari's stare, and then her hands clenched, her fingers digging into Yukari's scalp as she came, crying out Yukari's name as as she felt the orgasm rip through the girl's body with a tremendous shudder.

Yukari continued to smother Miho's mouth, face and neck with kisses, her fingers gently easing the girl down from climax, until Miho finally wrapped her arms around Yukari's shoulders. She accepted the simple yet sweet embrace, shifting her position so that she could lean into the hug.

"Oh, my gosh." Miho finally said, sighing contently. "That was…"

"I know." Yukari laughed, her grin wide and cheeky. "Seriously. And here I thought tanks were awesome by themselves. Don't even get me started on what having sex in one is like."

Miho laughed softly, and then pushed herself up. She and Yukari stared at each other for a long moment, neither girl willing to look away until the other did. Finally, Miho rolled her eyes and turned her head to look around the tank. "You know, I just realized that I think we're going to have to clean the tank again after this."

Yukari couldn't help it; she snorted. Could this day get any better? First this… and now she and Miho could spend the rest of the day cleaning the Panzer IV? Score.

"I can't tell you how down I am with that, Nishizumi-do-"She paused. "... I mean, Miho-chan." She mumbled, ducking her head and blushing.

Miho took another moment to peer at Yukari out of the corner of her eye, and she fidgeted, the heat from the tank and their lovemaking creeping in on her again. Finally, Miho smiled brightly. "It was worth it, though."

"Totally."

There was another silence for a long moment while the two girls recuperated, and then Miho finally cleared her throat. "Can we take a break first, though?" She blurted. "It's really, super hot in here."

Exhaling in relief, Yukari nodded frantically. "I thought you'd never ask, Miho-chan." She stood, careful not to hit her head on a panel, and then paused as she caught Miho leaning towards her.

The touch of her lips on Yukari's was enough to send a thousand thoughts - memories from their first meeting up to just minutes before - rushing through her head, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks flush. "Uh…"

"How about some lemonade?" Miho asked, smiling softly. "At, um… at my place?"

Yukari blinked, the sticky feeling of sweat and sex permeating her skin and making her squirm beneath her friend's gaze. Now she was being invited to Miho's - Nishizumi Miho's - room… for lemondade?

Best. Day. Ever.

"Panzer Vor, Miho-chan." Yukari grinned widely. "Panzer Vor."

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A/N: Best. Day. Ever.

Thanks so much for all those of you who stuck around (or followed/fav'd so you'd know when this was updated), and hope it was worth it. Even a little.

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