Little Angel ch. 17

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It was Friday before the doctors allowed Hikari out of the hospital bill was already considerably far more than Amane had anticipated. Hikari was dead silent on the ride back- poor thing was probably in hell from the pain. Amane kept one hand on the wheel and one hand over her lover's hand until they got home. She wondered, as she was stroking her hand with her thumb, how she would come up with the money for the bill. Further, her rent. It was gunna have to be one or the other, and it just kept smacking her as a reminder to find a legitimate job. Of course she could have pinned this all to her mother-
Scratch that.
Amane was definitely the only one who could do this for Hikari for now. She helped the younger girl up the stairs to her apartment. Well, she thought, I guess it's our apartment now. She wasn't sure how long this would last- Hikari's injuries- but she hoped that coming home with Hikari there wouldn't end with it. Amane knew Hikari's now rare smiles were the best thing about her. Well no... Her voice was.
"Hey Amane?"
She looked up from whatever she was fixated on and to Hikari. "Mhm?"
"Um... I know we just got home and everything but..."
"But?..." Amane was worried. What was she hesitating for?
"Look, your water bill must be crazy, and I'm so sorry-"
Amane chuckled. "No, Hikari it's fine. You can take a shower if you'd like."
"But... I mean... The hospital bill... I know it had to be expensive..."
"Don't you worry about that sweetheart. I'll take care of it. While we're at it, are you sure you can take one on your own?" Amane continued. Then, realizing what she said, she would've paled and turned scarlet had Hikari not answered as soon as she did.
"No, I'll be okay. I've done it before worse off." She said it with a straight face and Amane decided to leave the matter alone. For both of their sakes. As Hikari left for their bathroom, Amane started going back in forth in her mind about where she could possibly find work that a) wouldn't interfere too much with her responsibilities of both Star Bright and Hikari, and b) wouldn't have fan girls trailing and pestering her all day, which would surely get her fired. Immediately.
What about the stables? I'm sure the manager could use a stable hand, and the only people who ever came were other racers or the unimaginably rich persons who refused to actually go inside to SEE their horse, because the stable was so dirty. The bluenette tried not to roll her eyes at the thought, but it really did bug her. Why would anyone have a horse if their just going to make someone else take care of it? It'll never make sense to me. Even their kids probably go near them. My kids-
She stopped. Again, children came across her mind and she wondered about what she really wanted now that she had Hikari. But this is ridiculous, no one thinks about family like that a week into a relationship.
Then a second thought struck- Holy damn, this has only been a week?!
Bewildered, Amane plopped onto the couch and contemplated the... Change in her life.
No. Change? More like a complete 180 flip. What's Hikari become to me? What's she made of me?
There was warmth in her thoughts, a longing to prove herself. She hoped Hikari knew then, the extent of what Amane would do for her lover.

As the Rider sat waiting for Hikari to return, she found herself thinking back to a job at the stables, hoping that it would work, and it would be enough. She was so consumed, she didn't notice Hikari, still in her towel, staring at her until she heard her sigh.
"Hikari? Sorry, I didn't hear you, how long have you been there? Do you need clothes?" Oh shit, I should really do laundry. She could use more clothes. Oh f-
"Arigato Amane, but I'm okay. I just... Wondered what my sempai was so deep in thought about?"
"Nothing really. Just, thinking about a job," Amane replied. "Well, um, a more stable job. That ah, well, has a more consistent paycheck."
She knew the stereotype was that she was crazy loaded, but Amane hadn't kept much more than she needed. She hadn't wanted the temptations of things she didn't need, and they were more needed elsewhere anyway. Come a few more races though, I'll start saving a bit more. We'll need it...
Hikari knew that to ask her why would have been beyond conceivably disrespectful. Yet, she still wondered about it, and hoped that it wasn't because of her that Amane felt the added responsibility of having to do this for her. Honestly, she's known me a bit over a week. This is insane! Not even in my wildest fantasies did I ever think Amane Ootori would be doing this for me... Shoot, I never believed she'd ever learn my name!
The two girls stared in silence, until goose bumps grew all over Hikari from the cold air on her damp skin. "Oh my, um-"
"Don't worry, I'll grab you something hun."
And so they retreated to the one bedroom, Hikari walking a little slowly from her finally numbing pain, to find another pair of hopefully a not too huge shirt and pair of shorts for her. Amane kept to face the window and looked out of the blinds as Hikari got dressed. When she turned around, the poor sweetie looked... Adorable, yes, but frankly shabbily dressed. Amane didn't see it as such- still a beautiful young woman in her eyes, but to Hikari, although so grateful and bewildered to be in Amane's clothes, felt embarrassed to look so homely in front of her.
That went away quickly with a kiss.

"So, tuna, hot sauce and... What is it? Mayonnaise?"
"Hai, I know it sounds gross, but it was the only good thing I remember... Um..."
"I understand Hikari. Still, if you'd like, I'll make it one night instead of... Well this," the bluenette waved her hand, chuckling at the massive take out order from a Thai place. Amane came down with the munchies at about five thirty when she came back from the stables as Hikari took a nap. Or so she thought; really, the young blonde was up sitting and singing words that just flowed from her thoughts. Sometimes it was random songs- others were ones she'd written long before. She then tried to create one for Amane, but even the thought of it brought a furious flush to her cheeks.
"Any weird food you've ever tried sempai?"
"Yeah, pizza with pineapple and skittles."
Hikari's eyes got wide. "Whoa, what?"
And so Amane explained how, when she was still in her house, that the place she'd occasionally ordered pizza from caught on that they were delivering to a celebrity.
"So, some guy it turned out had this huge thing about wanting to meet me, and he heard a rumor that I liked skittles or something. So, a couple times I got my pineapple pizza with this number on it and no name. I eventually called the place and asked to meet the guy who made the pizza- at the parlor of course- and the poor boy was shaking. He thought I was going to have him fired, but really I just thanked him for the awesome pizzas. It actually tasted pretty good... Most nights." Hikari covered her mouth as she giggled, trying not to choke on a piece of chicken.
After dinner, and everything was cleared away, Amane went through her surprisingly expansive DVD collection. Surprisingly, as in "holy cow, this girl has everything from rocky horror to Bruce lee flicks to just about every action film ever produced." They settled on Jackie Chan's Dragons Forever, subtitled edition, and snuggled together awkwardly on the couch. They realized this is the first time they'd been wide awake and this close. However, as the minutes passed by, Hikari found herself easing into Amane's arms. The older girl had one arm wrapped around her middle, the other stroking through her beautiful blonde hair. Her scent completely filled Amane, and she quickly stopped paying attention to the movie.
On the other hand, Hikari couldn't have been more enticed! She watched eagerly as Chan and the others swung from side to side at each other. She'd never watched anything before like it, and nothing could distract her.
Until she felt Amane's breath on her neck.
She didn't realize just how good it felt until it happened again. Then again. As if unconsciously, she turned slightly into Amane and traced her fingers along the strong arm around her waist. She admired then how soft Amane's body actually was, despite her incredibly toned... Athletic... Tall... Tan...
Anyway, now that she felt her face furiously flushed, it made Hikari think about what Amane's heart beat was like. Nervous as all hell, she talked herself into turning all the way chest to chest with her lover, resting her head just below her neck. The young, scared girl anxiously wrapped her arm behind Amane's neck, totally catching her by surprise. For a while, neither of them had the courage to move even an inch. Hikari could tell- she could hear Amane's heart beat just as hard and fast as hers. The closeness between them radiated in a slightly familiar heat, and they realized that this was how and where they first had their deep make out session. Amane gulped, and Hikari got goose bumps again, but a different kind.
When the need to do something got too high, Hikari cautiously looked up to Amane. The bluenette looked down, and was so nervous all she could do was smile awkwardly and blush like hell. The younger girl looked away, feeling embarrassed, and Amane felt like an idiot. Her fingers combed through her hair again, hoping to get her to look up again. Hikari couldn't bring herself to do it. What if Amane rejected her? Or she did something wrong? She resorted to tracing her finger idly in circles on her Rider's side, then, after sometime, kissed her collarbone. She felt Amane kiss the top of her head in return. The movie played in the background, forgotten, as they both worked up their courage to try to make any kind of move. Hikari wanted to so badly, and completely unaware that she had that same affect on Amane that her lover had in her.
Hikari finally had her resolve, and wrapped her other arm behind Amane's neck, and gingerly kissed her throat. The Rider, so caught in surprise, nearly stopped breathing. She tried to exhale slowly, but it came out jagged and husky, and her hands found themselves instinctively at Hikari's hips. This didn't go unnoticed- feeling brave and the need to act quickly, she moved herself to be face to face with Amane, kissing her passionately, and soon their lips and tongues were dancing and swirling in and all around the other like licks of a wildfire. And as their lips got to moving, so did their hands.
And as their hands got to moving, so did their hips.
Red faced, hot as hell, and in uncharted territory, the couple felt each get more nervous with each stroke or kiss or push. But as young love goes, it really wasn't too much of a deterrent.
"H-Hikari?" She responded with a quick nod, but Amane lost her words for a moment. Could she really suggest anything like that to Hikari? Honestly, she felt too worked up to back down, and she was keeping her waiting. "Uh... D-do you feel um... H-hot at all?"
Oh my god, that was so stupid.
"Hot? A-as in how?"
Fuck. Not wanting to say anything else stupid again, Amane motioned her hands from Hikari's hips to under her shirt. Hikari paled immediately, but was instantly covered back to a full body red. She moved to try taking it off, even though she wasn't exactly thrilled with Amane seeing her without a shirt. However, it was Amane who took hers off instead, Beckham-style. "Iie, Hikari..."
She knew Hikari wouldn't want to, so she thought if she introduced it, maybe it would make things more comfortable.
But comfort was far from Hikari's mind. The younger girl couldn't help but to stare... Almost memorize every line and plane, even the shape of her bra around...
God, I shouldn't be thinking like this! It's so disrespectful to her as my sempai!
... But... God... She's so smooth... And...
Amane watched Hikari ogle her, not knowing what to feel. She thought Hikari's cheeks were going to turn purple. Her small hand reached out tentatively and ran softly, barely, along the smooth abs carved from years of intense training. She was... Far healthier than any horse, pardon the expression. Those small fingers felt like running flames tasting Amane's skin, and she bit her lip to keep from gasping. She pulled herself up to Hikari and grabbed the blonde into a deep kiss, tearing her out of her preoccupation with the Rider's immaculate torso. Hikari now straddled her girlfriend comfortably, still running her hands along the soft, toned skin. Amane tried to keep her distracted with a quickly skilled tongue to guide her shaking hands to her back just under her bra strap. Her lover got her point, but was so nervous, she kept missing.
"Gomen n-nasai, Amane, I'm j-j-" she kept stuttering and almost started crying until Amane kissed her again.
"Shhh, it's okay my love." Once more, soothing Hikari with her voice and her lips, she now guided her fingers to the clasps and helped her undo them, but in turn was nervous to let it slide down off her arms. Was she really okay with showing this much of herself?
And again, in hopes to distract Hikari, the bluenette moved her lips down to her neck, right where her faded hickey was, and started to revive it. The black bra slid dutifully off her arms and was carefully pushed to the floor. Hikari had started to softly mewl at Amane's bites and licks, which turned to moans as the Rider pushed her gently onto her back and sucked the sweet skin a little harder. Hikari's hips bucked involuntarily, still so raw and new to the feelings of Amane's skillful lips marking the blonde as her own. Soon, their hips pushed quicker and quicker against each other, panting each at their own pace; Hikari as high and quick, Amane, low and husky. Amane's body heat radiated twice as much now that she was completely topless, so much Hikari felt she was nearly melting inside her own. She was still way to nervous to join her, her tiny body nothing like Amane's. Still... She wondered how it would feel. She felt a strange aching in her gut- actually, it was more like a burning, and this time she pretty well knew what it was, just she had no idea how to take care of it.
It didn't help that Amane had now moved her lips to Hikari's collarbone, and her strong hands wandered around the blonde's small body, sending racks of static through her body. Small moans escaped her, no matter how much she tried holding them in. The feel of Amane's hips pushing hard against hers, her free chest rubbing freely over her... Oh God... I want more... What's going on with us? It's so... Who-whoaa-ahhh!
Amane's fingers slid up under the edges of her shirt and dragged now against her skin. Hikari gasped as they clipped the edge of her pants, and she immediately got intensely nervous. The fingers slid right up to her chest, and she had to bite her lip to keep from making any noises. Her thoughts were a million miles a minute. She prayed Amane would take the lead and go farther, deeper than anything she could have ever dreamed of.
Amane looked up after leaving yet another good sized mark on her collarbone, her fingers itching like it was an addiction to go farther. "Hikari... Do you trust me?"
"With anything," she answered breathily.
The Rider nodded and reached around her back to unclip the thin fabric between her shirt and skin. Amane reached back and, almost like one would approach a gun you weren't sure was loaded, she grazed around the edges of Hikari's chest. The girls' eyes shot open; Hikari... Oh god, she was aching for it as bad as she about to scream stop. She was scared about it feeling so good, because she wasn't sure how her body would react.
Amane... Damn, was she nervous. Never had she ever imagined herself in this situation, touching a girl like... Well, how she wanted to now touch Hikari.
If I do... But if I don't... But we're already here... And she feels so warm... And soft... And...
Those flame-like fingers circled nervously around Hikari's b-cup, then after much debate, slide a little more inward. Then a little more... Then a little more. The fire turned to electric and Hikari's body shook softly at first, but quickly grew into raging tremors as she bucked her hips into Amane every time even a fingernail tread just a little too close to her small, growing buds. Her fingers sunk hard onto the Rider's bare back, and her moans became louder and higher pitched.
"A-Amane, i-it's s-ahh!"
I wonder how she'd sound if her pants... No, not yet...
She only had a small passing thought about her neighbors possibly hearing them, but she didn't honestly care too much. She focused more on how what touch gave what reaction; soon she let her fingertips flick back and forth quickly over Hikari's hardened buds, listening as her breath got caught in fast, half-choked moans and cries, and the near violent gyrating of her body crashing up into Amane. Could this get any better?
Soon, the pair then intensely felt Amane's zipper and button pressing onto them both and realized... Dear god, there is so much more to explore. Amane wasn't sure she was ready for it, but temptation was getting harder. She felt her own chest feel differently, and she had a feeling they were very much like Hikari's. Hoping she wouldn't be stopped, Amane paused only to reach back down Hikari's stomach and start inching her shirt off. Once the blonde realized what was going on, she was eager for it to be off, but to nervous to help. Never the less, it and her bra soon ended up on the floor next to Amane's, and the younger girl immediately trembled from the cold air violating her extremely sensitive breasts. Amane took one back into her hand, flicking the hardened nub the way she was before, but now covered the other with her lips. The sensation was so much different from when Amane kissed her- her lips almost seemed warmer now. The bluenette's tongue nervously slid out to the pink circle and wrapped itself around Hikari's nipple. The heat, the wet, the overall high from ecstasy was starting to be wayyyyy to much for Hikari to handle. "Amane! Oh God, A-amane-sempaaiiii!"
It normally would have bothered Amane that she called her sempai, but it was the way it came out her lips, her sweet pink lips, that really turned her on even more. She slowly sucked on Hikari's breast like she had her neck, but her reaction was even more intense.
"A-aahh! A-amane! Wha-aahhh!" Her small body twitched and bucked every time Amane stroked her tongue across the skin or pulled it a little harder into her mouth. Her hands dragged fingernails hard against Amane's flat stomach, etching red hot lines into them. She felt the heat between her legs getting unbearable and-
"Amane! N-nyaaaa!" Her slim legs wrapped hard around Amane's middle and pulled her into her hard. Her body was starting to hurt though, but she tried desperately to push away the pain. Please God, don't let this end!
Amane was ready for more- already reaching to take the blonde's shorts off. When Hikari wrapped her legs around her, her hand had accidentally slipped past Hikari's shorts on her thigh and into their inside. Her hand was ice cold against the younger girl's skin. Amane has a little apprehensive to move her fingers; she was temporarily immobilized.
"A-amane~ p-plea-ahh... If y-you want t-to," came Hikari's choking, squeaking voice. She was trying desperately not to cry out. Anticipation was killing her, and she'd never known need like Right Now. Amane finally trusted herself to move her fingers over the soft fabric barely separating their skin, finding it soaked. Once more she was completely lost as to where to go from here, but instinct led her to massage the shaking, wet mound beneath her like she had Hikari's chest.
The reaction was no where near the same. Hikari's voice turned into long, needy moans. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her hand gripped a full piece of Amane's hair and pulled on it. Tears started falling down her cheeks when Amane started moving faster. When Amane finally flicked across her sweet spot, Hikari's moans filled the entire apartment. The Rider moved the fabric away and stroked her quickly, and Hikari's back arched, with her head falling back into the couch. The room began to spin the faster Amane went, and as her body quivered more and more, she felt a sense of something coming. Nothing coherent past her lips, just shaky, loud moans echoing of the walls, and they caressed Amane's ears, begging so desperately for more.
"A-ahhhh! Oh A-maa-nee, I-I ahhnnn- I n-nee-nyaaa!"
Hikari felt her climax wash over her and come around again. Her hands felt permanently clenched into fists and her body felt limp but hyper sensitive at the same time. Her breathe was ragged, a soft moan still escaping every now and again. She hadn't even felt her legs fall to the couch, she'd been so captivated. Amane had felt amazing against her. If she wasn't so suddenly tired... Well, her imagination was titillating, sparking many, many fantasies for the night. She opened her eyes and stared lovingly at Amane, at a complete loss for words.
She untangled her hand from the dark blue hair and caressed her Rider's cheek. "I love you, Amane."
"I love you too," came Amane's soft spoken, happy reply. She kissed the small girl slowly, still wanting much more out of this night.
"So... I guess we aren't exactly following doctor's order's, huh?" Hikari said, blushing, as her back and chest started to hurt a bit.
Amane was all freaked out now- "What? Oh shit, Hikari, are you-"
Hikari kissed her quickly, not parting until Amane's frantic, muffled voice stopped.
"Amane sempai, I'm okay... This was fantastic."
"Really? I didn't hurt you at all or do something wrong?"
Hikari traced her fingers along Amane's jaw line, "No love, I'm okay. Um... Can you... Would you mind helping me to bed?"
The Rider nodded, and stood up, where Hikari admired further her handsomely shaped half-naked form. In her strong arms, Hikari felt herself be lifted up and carried in the dark to Amane's bedroom, and her thoughts ran back to those deeper desires. She wished she wasn't so tired, but there were so many reasons and factors she wasn't surprised and knew she wouldn't be able to fight it.
As she was lowered softly onto the sheets, she felt Amane climb in with her, the warm skin cuddled up behind her. Hikari blushed, and turned to face her lover, ending up half on top of her like they had been on the couch. She had her arms around her neck, Amane with one arm around her middle, the other behind her head, and soft smiles on their lips. This was like heaven for them, and neither question what they'd done. For Amane, it was love, and love will take you where it pleases. For Hikari, it was the spur of the heart, calling to fulfill their needs and souls.
Falling asleep was easy; and their dreams were the most beautiful they'd ever yet experienced.

Two birds fluttered and quieted out in the tree outside the apartment. Instinct aside, their was a love in their song that night.

Translations~

Hai- yeah

Iie- no

Gomen nasai- I'm sorry

Teehee, hope you liked enough to wait for the next chapter~ x3