Tenth
Miyuki and Tamao are both at the lakeside again, sitting down underneath that same tree, discussing about their favorite authors and their works. The younger blue-haired girl treasures these kinds of discussions. Nagisa and Tamao may have shared common interests; the redhead however, had not been her intellectual equal. Miyuki, on the other hand, is more than her equal and she appreciates the fact that she can talk about anything and everything with the older woman. This made her relationship with Miyuki a unique one, as far as her other connections within Astraea Hill are concerned.
As she listens to her protégé, a smile forms on the older blue-haired woman's face. It's been a month since the younger woman had been elected Student Council president. No one had contested. Tamao had been the natural candidate in everyone's eyes – which was why Miyuki had gone confidently in mentoring the younger woman to begin with. In a short span of time, Tamao has grown considerably. Leadership had activated her latent charisma. She was less reserved, less timid, and more comfortable taking center stage. She was still Tamao, nonetheless, and sometimes she still acted like a child in Miyuki's presence, like now, for instance.
"Hey, I've got another love letter for you, Rokujou-sama!" Tamao waves the letter in her mentor's face with a mischievous grin.
"Honestly," Miyuki responds with a half-irate tone and tries to hide her embarrassment. "Why are they giving it to me only now? Where have I been these last six years?"
She tries to grab the letter from Tamao, but the younger girl enjoys her mentor's discomfort too much and bats her hand away. Miyuki continues to chase her student whilst the blue-haired gray-eyed girl smiles inwardly to herself. A miscalculated grab on the older girl's part sends her crashing down against the younger woman. Laid down against Tamao, Miyuki realizes belatedly how much her protégé has matured—physically. Her wide gray eyes narrower, the cheekbones leaner, the breasts fuller, the legs longer, and the liquid desire in those newly narrowed gray eyes is decidedly grown-up. Few moments pass and Miyuki continues to stare at her in awe. Her startled brown eyes look into smoldering gray ones.
"Tamao-san…" Miyuki breathes uncertainly.
As a response, Tamao pulls Miyuki by the tie and kisses her mentor passionately. Their eyes close as the kiss deepens. Somewhere above, below, around or beyond them, a piece of paper flies along in the wind.
It is late in the afternoon; they are sitting quietly by Tamao's tree. The nightfall is chilly, but the memory of their first kiss keeps them warm…and rosy. After they pulled apart (after eons, it seemed), they had been both too startled to say anything: Tamao, by her own audacity, and Miyuki by her obviously passionate response. They both have a million questions to ask themselves, as well as the other, but their mutual confusion keeps them silent. Several moments pass and Miyuki lets out an unexpected chuckle. Tamao looks at her mentor with surprise. She has not expected this reaction from the older woman. Miyuki looks back at the younger girl.
"You have to admit, Tamao…-chan, it is a little funny. Neither of us expect things to turn out this way, did we?"
Dreading to find traces of irony, guilt or disgust, Tamao sees tenderness, affection, amusement and a slight hint of residual desire from her mentor's face instead.
"Oh, I don't know about you…Miyuki-sama." Tamao responds casually. "But I've always suspected something since you hit me with that snowball."
Tamao scrambles away just in time, laughing, to avoid a missile thrown by a half-hearted irate Miyuki.
"Ara, you've gotten too cocky for your own good, Tamao-chan." The older woman's smirk opposes the ruthlessness of her words.
"I learned from the best, Miyuki-sama." Tamao replies modestly.
While walking back to the Strawberry Dorms, they did nothing but to tease other.
It is nearly midnight; a nervous Tamao knocks on Miyuki's door. They both know they will find the other alone tonight. Shizuma and Nagisa have taken to sleeping in Kaori's old room. Both blue-haired girls have grown accustomed to their nocturnal solitude the past few weeks. Tonight, they decide to positively relish it.
Miyuki answers the door, dressed only in a man's nightshirt. It is the first time she sees Tamao with her hair down and her arms and legs bare. The older woman shivers, despite the fact that she is dressed more warmly than the younger girl.
Tamao enters silently and Miyuki locks the door behind her. They stare at each other silently. Gray eyes meet brown ones, with a gleam of desire in them. One of them (not remembering later on which one) eventually makes the first move.
They both get locked in a tight embrace and Tamao lets out a gasp at the contact. Their faces inched closer to each other and they kissed. The older woman hesitates to deepen the kiss at first, and pulls off quickly. Tamao, however, refuses to let her go and suddenly plants a kiss on Miyuki's lips. Seeing the younger girl's passion, she tightly closes her brown eyes and returns the kiss ardently. Both women fell down on bed with Miyuki continuing to kiss the younger girl's neck, slowly inching down to her collarbone and her shoulder. Her tongue caresses the sensitive skin of Tamao's neck and slightly grazes it with her teeth, marking the younger girl her own. Tamao whimpers at the sensation and holds the back of her mentor's head. Her small fingers intertwine through Miyuki's dark blue locks.
Tamao throws her head to the side as Miyuki continues her onslaught. The older woman's hands slide the younger girl off of her thin nightwear. Miyuki's lips plant warm kisses at the valley of the younger woman's breasts, with one hand fondling the left one. Tamao tries her best to suppress the moan from her throat, but fails miserably as Miyuki begins to suck on her right breast. The younger girl's stifled moans finally escape her mouth. A rush of warmth seeps from the younger girl's skin, causing her upper body to be covered in sweat. The smell of mild lavender reaches Miyuki's nostrils, putting her in a trance and her lips kiss her left breast, giving it equal worship. Tamao feels the older girl's tongue circling around the hardening nipple. She unconsciously arched her back, wordlessly begging to suck harder. Her breath hitches as the older girl continues to adore her breast. Miyuki strips the last of Tamao's clothing with one hand, the other slipping in between her thighs. In turn, the younger woman moans and moves her hips in rhythm. Slowly, Miyuki's mouth and tongue abandon the other girl's breasts and inch their way across her belly and thighs. Tamao begins to beg.
"Miyuki…please…"
Miyuki finally snaps out of her restraint as she hears her protégé say her name without the honorific. Her tongue flickers lightly at the juncture of Tamao's thighs causing her to gasp and moan. Both hands slightly spreading the younger girl's thighs, Miyuki teasingly lapped at her entrance, not going completely inside. Tamao whimpers in frustration. In return, she bucks her hips against her lover's mouth. The older girl is put on a sudden stop. Sensing that this is the younger woman's first, she firmly holds onto Tamao's inner thighs, firm enough to keep her in place. Tamao begs again, this time she's able to get her plea across.
"Don't…stop…please…Miyuki… More…"
Continuing from where she left off, the older blue-haired girl gently licks the younger girl's center. Her tongue completely enters Tamao and explores everything within reach. The younger girl continues to buck her hips as the feeling of pleasure washes over her. Miyuki tongues the younger girl, with bolder strokes; she licks, sucks and bites gently in turns. Tamao turns her head to the other side, her hands tightly holding the crumpled sheets beneath. Then she inserts a finger into the girl, timing the thrusts with the motions of her tongue. Tamao lets out a sharp gasp as Miyuki continued to thrust within her. As she feels the muscles clench around her finger, the older girl inserts another. The fingers thrust in and out of Tamao in an even, slow pace. Tamao thrashes helplessly, her hips rocking against her mentor's mouth and hand and moaning Miyuki's name. The pleasure overwhelms the younger girl and her heart races out of control.
"Almost…almost!" The younger girl is at lost in her thoughts, completely unaware of the sounds coming out of her mouth. Moments later, the young blue-haired president was gone.
Tamao's body clenches as she reached her peak, then finally releases itself in a long, spasmodic shudder. When she comes to, seconds or eons later, she can't tell which, she feels Miyuki's throaty chuckle in her ear.
"Another punishment, Tamao-chan-for insubordinate behavior. And it seems that I'm not just good with snowballs."
Tamao pushes the older woman onto her back, her gray eyes glinting with mischief.
"You forget how good a pupil I am, Miyuki-senpai."
And both blue-haired women hardly ever sleep at all that night.
Miyuki awakens to the sensation of lips and tongue slowly working their way down her belly. As she stirs, the younger girl stops her ministrations long enough to greet her senpai a mischievous good morning.
"Miyuki-chan, I'm just about to have breakfast in bed." The older girl closes her eyes and moans as Tamao's tongue and fingers disappear between her legs. A gloriously long Saturday morning, that's how Miyuki sees it.