(A/N: Back from vacation. Well, not yet, got a flight to catch, and then a lot more traveling, so I'm getting this out early. Ah, but you don't want to hear about my travel plans, you want the next chapter; that's why you're here. I must admit, I had my... reservations about this chapter. I'm sure you'll figure out why. It serves purpose for the story and characters though, so I didn't just do it for the sake of it. You'll see what I mean eventually. Enjoy.)
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Chapter 13: First Times
Juri couldn't remember the last time she woke up feeling so content and at peace. And as she began to climb her way out of slumber's embrace, it slowly began to register to her that there was someone in her bed.
Her breath hitched and she didn't dare to open her eyes. As the events of last night came back to her with the more she woke, she became afraid that it would all turn out to be nothing more than a dream. But the feel of a naked female body entangled with her own equally nude form suggested otherwise, and so she dared to slowly open her eyes.
As her lids cracked open and everything came into focus, she saw the sleeping face of Shiori just a few inches from her own. Her face looked completely serene, her mouth slightly ajar as she breathed softly, and in support of Juri's memories from last night, she looked like she had been well-ravished.
Juri's heart soared and she felt tears threaten to creep up in her eyes at the level of joy she felt. Last night hadn't been a dream. Upon ditching the dance in the middle of it, she and Shiori had come back to her room and made love well into the night. The memories of Shiori's sweet cries and pleasured moans echoed in Juri's ears, as did the feel of her skin against hers, her scent, her taste, everything Juri had dreamt of for so long, it had all finally been hers, and she hadn't been able to get enough.
They'd finally fallen asleep together after bringing each other to climax several times once exhaustion had gotten the better of them, and even now they were still locked together, their arms possessively and lovingly wrapped around each other, their legs entangled. Trying not to wake her, Juri pulled Shiori closer, and the violet-haired girl mumbled in her sleep, snuggling even closer on her own.
Juri couldn't hold back the smile that crept up her face, even as tears began running down her cheeks. Her heart felt so full of love and joy that she was certain it would burst. She had wanted this for so long, and now Shiori was finally here in her bed.
Last night had exceeded her expectations. The real thing had truly been better than any dream or fantasy she'd had over the years. True, this had been both their first times doing it with another girl, so there had been some natural shyness, awkwardness, and clumsiness as they explored and learned about each other's bodies, but it had still been beautiful. And, quite frankly, Juri wanted more of it.
A light chuckle escaped her at her thoughts. Some might say that she had a dirty mind, but she didn't see anything wrong with wanting to physically express her love, to give and receive pleasure from one's partner. Reproduction purposes aside, was that not what sex was? Wasn't that why it was called making love, and why one's partner was called their lover?
As this thought entered her head, Juri felt her heart leap in her chest. Lovers! She and Shiori were lovers! After wanting and dreaming and keeping her feelings hidden for so long, she and Shiori had finally and officially become lovers. The knowledge almost made her want to shout for joy, but instead she just leaned in and pressed a kiss to the violet-haired girl's forehead.
Pulling back, she stared at Shiori's sleeping face once more, then untangled one of her arms from their embrace to reach up and tuck a stray lock of hair behind Shiori's ear. She couldn't resist lightly caressing her cheek as she retracted her hand, marveling at the softness of her skin, and Shiori inhaled deeply at her touch, shifting about as she started to wake.
Returning her hand to its original position, she smiled as she watched Shiori's eyes flutter open. She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room before widening as she took in the sight of Juri in front of her. Color filled her cheek as her surprise gave way to shyness.
A small smile crept up Shiori's face as she snuggled a little deeper into the covers, almost as if to hide. "Hi."
Juri found her shyness adorable and smiled at her. "Good morning. How did you sleep?"
The color in Shiori's cheeks darkened. "I… Very well. Better than I have in a long time." She averted her eyes for a few seconds, then glanced back at her. "Last night was…"
Still smiling, Juri gave her an expectant look. "Fun?"
More blushing, but Shiori's own smile widened. "Magical."
A chuckle escaped Juri. "Yes, that's another word I would use." She reached up again and began stroking her cheek. "Thank you for last night."
But Shiori just shook her head. "No, thank you. I… well… I think you did more for me than I did for you."
Her whole face turned red at this and she hid further into the covers again so they were up to her eyes, which she then averted. Juri just let out another chuckle. "Shiori, I enjoyed giving you pleasure just as much as I enjoyed you giving it to me."
Returning her eyes to her, Shiori came out from under the covers. "Like this?"
She leaned in and kissed Juri. The orange-haired girl instantly responded, pulling Shiori closer and completely wrapping her arms around her. Shifting to lay on her back, she brought Shiori with her so the violet-haired girl was lying on top of her as they continued to kiss.
They came apart, resting their foreheads together as they held each other close, and Juri began gently stroking her back as she gave her a smile. "Yes, something like that."
Shiori giggled, but then the smile fell from her face and she looked worried. Juri frowned as well, not liking the look on her face, and when Shiori turned away, she reached out and cupped her cheek, gently turning her to face her again.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked her.
Shiori bit her bottom lip, looking nervous. When she tried to speak, it took her a few attempts, as if she wasn't sure how to word what she wanted to say. "I… Well… it's just… I've never… done this sort of thing before…" she averted her eyes again, "with another girl I mean… And so… I was just wondering…" she looked back at Juri, looking shy, "how was I…? As a lover I mean…?"
Juri's eyes widened. Shiori was concerned about how she had performed with another girl? Well, she supposed that that was a normal thing to worry about for a first-timer. But Juri would have thought that the way she had responded to Shiori's touch and the way and number of times the violet-haired girl had made her climax would have been evident enough of her skills and performances, despite her lack of experience with another woman.
Giving her a reassuring smile, Juri reached up and stroked her hair. "You did beautifully, Shiori. I very much enjoyed everything you did, and we'll both only get better with more practice."
Shiori's eyes widened. "Better? But aren't you already experienced? I thought that after the way you made me…?"
She trailed off, blushing horribly, and looked away. A light blush colored Juri's face as well, and she couldn't help but smile. While she knew good and well how much Shiori had enjoyed last night, seemingly more than Juri did based on her reactions, it was still flattering to know that Shiori thought she was a good lover, good enough that she had thought that she was experienced.
"While I appreciate the compliment," she said with an appreciative smile, "I'm afraid you assume too much. Last night was actually my first time too."
Her words caused Shiori's mouth to drop open in surprise. "But you were so good!"
Her eyes widened further at what she had said and she clapped a hand over her mouth, looking embarrassed. She clearly hadn't meant for that to slip out, and Juri had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing at her reaction.
"I think part of that was just us," she told Shiori. "Some people just react well to each other. But then there is natural talent too." She stroked Shiori's cheek. "And there's the fact that I've been fantasizing about doing those things with you for quite a while, and waiting always makes the prize that much sweeter."
Shiori let out an embarrassed sound as she pulled the blanket up over her head and rolled to the side, practically cocooning herself with only the upper part of her face visible. "I'm sorry. I just assumed… I'm sorry."
Juri just chuckled. "You don't have to apologize. Like I said, I took it as a compliment."
Wriggling out of the blanket so her face was more visible, Shiori gave her a questioning look. "So then…before last night, you were a virgin?"
The smile immediately left Juri's face to be replaced with a frown, the mood sufficiently killed. She looked away as she thought back to a period in her life that she regretted. "No, I wasn't."
Shiori now looked confused. "But you said it was your first time."
Sighing deeply, Juri looked up at the ceiling. "It was, but I should clarify. It was my first time with a girl, but not my first time."
Shiori blinked. "Huh?"
Juri wanted to groan. She wasn't proud of what she was going to say, but she wanted to be honest with Shiori, even if she was ashamed of it. "I've loved you for years, Shiori, but I didn't think I could ever have you. So, one night, I thought that perhaps I could get over you if I hooked up with someone else. It happened when you first came back. Dealing with having you back in my life was… difficult for me. I'm not proud of it, but I had grown almost desperate to get over you, so I decided to give it a try."
She glanced back at Shiori out of the corner of her eyes and saw that she seemed to be hanging onto her every word. "I found a lover; it wasn't hard. It was only one time though, and while I was satisfied carnally, it quickly became evident that it wasn't going to get me over you. But… the reason I say last night was my first time with a girl was because it was." She turned her head to look directly at her. "The person I slept with was a boy."
She stared at Shiori, studying her reaction, and watched as the information sunk in. But then confusion fell over Shiori's face and she sat up, holding the blanket to her chest as it fell past her shoulder.
"But… I don't understand," said Shiori. "I thought you weren't into guys."
With a sigh, Juri sat up as well, pulling her knees up to her chest to hug them. "I'm not."
Shiori cocked her head to the side questioningly. "Then why sleep with a boy? Why not a girl? I'm sure you could have found one who would have been interested."
Glancing at her, Juri gave her a sad smile. "I'm sure I could have, but the whole reason I went looking for a lover was to get over you." She reached out and stroked Shiori's cheek again. "And I knew that if I slept with another girl that I would be imagining that it was you the whole time."
She watched as Shiori's eyes grew as large as saucers as she blushed again, looking flustered. "O-Oh… Well, I guess that makes sense…" She shifted uncomfortably. "Did you, um, at least enjoy it?"
A humorless snort escaped Juri. "Well, the physical act was pleasant, but since I'm not into men, there was no sexual attraction or interest, so that really killed the mood. I suppose you could say it felt like an enjoyable chore."
Her choice of words made Shiori giggle, which helped lighten the mood, making Juri smile as well. What she said was true though, the experience had been physically enjoyable, but that had just been a natural reaction of the body due to the right kind of stimulation she had received, no different than masturbation. In the end though, she just hadn't been into it, despite the pleasure she had received from the act, leaving her feeling empty and unsatisfied. And it had all proved to be for naught since it did nothing to help her get over Shiori. Honestly, she didn't know what she had been thinking back then.
"Well, I suppose I can't fault you for that," Shiori told her. "It's not like we were together back then, so I really don't have the right to feel jealous."
Juri looked at her. Shiori was frowning with her eyes downcast as she gloomily traced the wrinkles of the blanket with her index finger. Although she didn't like Shiori feeling down, she couldn't help but feel happy at the fact that Shiori was indeed feeling jealous.
Reaching out, she wrapped an arm around Shiori and pulled her in close. The violet-haired girl let out a surprised gasp at the gesture, and Juri rested her chin on her forehead.
"You can be jealous. It's only natural. God knows I've been jealous of the boys you've dated. First Andou, then Ruka, and I didn't even know what was happening with your love life overseas. There were times though that I was so jealous that I wanted to rip my hair out."
She couldn't see the look on Shiori's face, but she felt her arms wrap around her. "There was never anyone overseas. Maybe because I was still hung up on Ruka." She hesitated for a moment. "And you, even if I didn't know it."
That made Juri smile, and memories of Shiori's confession last night filled her heart with warmth. "It's ok. The past doesn't matter anymore. We're together now."
"I guess." She hesitated again, and then looked up at Juri. "Do you mind if I ask who it was?"
Juri raised an eyebrow. "Why do you want to know?"
Sighing, Shiori rested her head against her chest again. "For my own peace of mind, I guess. This way I won't wonder every time I see a guy if he was the one you were with."
Juri frowned, but she supposed that she could see where Shiori was coming from. It was likely a combination of jealousy, possessiveness, and her inferiority complex. She wished she didn't have to say it, preferring to just put that night behind her rather than admit to what had happened. But perhaps if she put it into further context then it wouldn't sound as bad as she knew it would.
Letting out a sigh, she rested her head back against the headboard. "Ok, but don't judge me. Remember, I only did it to get over you. So, I figured that if I was going to pick a partner, and if it was going to be a boy, then I might as well go with the one who was supposedly the best lover around." She glanced down at Shiori regretfully. "It was Touga."
Shiori blinked, once, twice, then sat up straight, giving her a look of surprised disbelief. "Touga? Touga Kiryuu? As in the Student Council President? You slept with him? You gave your virginity to him?
Juri cringed as she once again regretted that night. "Like I said, I was trying to get over you, and I couldn't be with another girl without thinking of you, which only left me with the option of turning to a boy. And if I had to tolerate a boy's touch, then I thought the best lover around made the most sense. It was only once though, and while he was indeed good in bed, it wasn't what I was into, which really put a damper on things." She shrugged, then looked at the violet-haired girl with a frown, giving her a pleading look for her to understand. "I told you I regret what I did. You're not disappointed in me, are you?"
Shiori looked bewildered by the question, but then a look of understanding crossed her face and she laid back down. "No, not disappointed. More sorry, I guess."
Now it was Juri who gave her a confused look. "Why are you sorry?"
"Because it was my fault, in a way. You said it yourself; you were trying to get over me. So, indirectly, it was my fault, because it was because of me. I hurt you so much in the past, Juri, even when I didn't mean to. So, yes, I'm sorry. Sorry for making you feel like you had to do that, and sorry for driving you to it."
The unnecessary apology made Juri smile, but she appreciated it all the same. It was true that Shiori had deliberately hurt her in the past, but most of the hurt she had caused had been unintentional, hence the reason Juri would refer to her as "innocently cruel". But a lot of that hurt also stemmed from Juri's own pain from her unrequited love. That had not been Shiori's fault. Nor was Juri's decision to ask Touga to take her to bed that night.
"You don't need to apologize for my own choices, Shiori," she said, stroking her violet hair. "It was my own lapse in judgment. And like I said, while I may not have been into it, Touga really did know what he was doing. So while I'm not proud of it, it wasn't a completely unpleasant experience."
Her joking banter managed to bring a smile to Shiori's face, and she no longer looked so down. "Well, then I guess I should be glad that you enjoyed the experience in some way. Small favors, you know." Then she sighed, now looking resigned. "I suppose I should confess too. Last night was my first time with a girl too… but not with a guy."
A spike of jealousy and a flash of anger shot through Juri, and her eyes narrowed into a scowl. She didn't know why she reacted as such, she was already aware of this fact, and had already come to terms with it. "Yes, I know. I know you and Ruka were sleeping together."
Shiori blinked, looking taken aback. "Oh. Right, well, yes, we were. Sleeping together I mean. But that wasn't who I was talking about. I actually had my first time," she blushed and averted her eyes, "with someone else."
This time Juri blinked. She hadn't been aware that Shiori had been with anyone else. She'd been watching her since her return, and Shiori hadn't dated anyone besides Ruka. So who did she mean?
"Was it someone you met overseas?" she asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of her voice.
Shiori shook her head. "No, I already told you that there wasn't anyone while I was overseas."
That's right, she had said that. But then that only left one other person she had dated. "Wait, are you saying it was… Andou?"
Shiori gave her a surprised look. "What? No! I was too young to be doing that sort of thing back when he and I were dating." She looked up at the ceiling again and pulled the blanket up to just beneath her eyes. "It was actually shortly after I came back. I was still waiting for Ruka to return, but I knew that other girls were after him too." She glanced at Juri. "I also knew that he was in love with you, and that I could never measure up to you the way I was. So, I thought that if I had some… experience in the bedroom that it would better my chances of getting him."
Juri's brow furrowed in thought. If that was the case, then this must have happened before Shiori found out about Juri's feelings for her. So at some point she had had a random hookup with someone to gain some experience in order to win Ruka over.
"I see," she said as she fought with her jealous side. "I… suppose I can understand that."
"It was only once," Shiori quickly informed her. "I swear, I was just trying to gain some experience for Ruka. It really didn't mean anything."
"I get it," Juri replied, and she really did. "I understand. But that too is in the past." She glanced at her lover. "Now, may I ask who it was?"
Shiori's cheeks colored. "Well… ok. Just… promise that you won't get mad."
Juri raised an eyebrow. "Why would I get mad? I may not like it, but I can accept it."
Pushing down the blanket, Shiori sighed. "Ok, it was…"
She hesitated for a few moments before bashfully whispering the name. For a few moments, Juri just stared, but then her eyes widened in disbelief. A moment later, her shock gave way to blind rage, and disgusted anger twisted her features. There was no hiding her fury, and Shiori frowned up at her.
"Juri?" she asked worriedly.
"I'll kill him!" the orange-haired declared furiously.
Throwing off the covers, she stepped out of bed, buck naked. Not even bothering to get dressed, she simply grabbed her robe and threw it on, then began storming towards the door.
Back in bed, Shiori sat up in surprise. "Juri, where are you going?"
But Juri didn't answer, she didn't even look back. Instead, she opened the door and left her room with nothing more than her robe to cover her nudity. She didn't care though as she marched barefoot down the halls, ignoring the looks of shock on the faces of everyone she passed.
"Miss Arisugawa, what do you think you're doing?" a teacher demanded, looking aghast. "What has possessed you to go parading through the school dressed so scandalously!?"
"Move!" Juri snarled, storming right past the teacher.
She knew she would most likely be reprimanded for this later, but right now, she didn't care. Once Shiori had told her the name of the boy who took her virginity, she had become blinded by anger and jealousy. Out of all people, why did it have to be him? Although, she really didn't know why it surprised her. In hindsight she probably should have guessed. But that still didn't help to quell her anger.
She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the elevator to take her up. It was rather late due to how long she and Shiori had slept in, both of the needing to sleep after how late into the night their vigorous activities had lasted. So it was a safe guess that this would be the place to look. And as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, she saw that her assumption was right.
Miki, Touga, and Kyouichi were all present, the green-haired boy once again swinging around his kendo stick while Touga and Miki sat at the table, the former sipping a cup of what she assumed was tea while the latter was once more writing what was probably a new melody. She also noticed that Nanami wasn't here today. Good, she didn't want the younger girl to see any of this.
Miki looked up and gave her a smile. "Oh, hi, Juri. How are you…?" He trailed off and frowned as he took notice of her anger, not to mention her state of dress. "Juri, what's going on?"
She ignored him as she stormed over to the table, and Touga raised an eyebrow at her. "Good afternoon, Juri. What can I do for–"
Without so much as a word, Juri pulled back her fists and drove it into Touga's jaw with such force that she knocked the red-haired boy over, and he toppled out of his chair and ended up on the ground.
"You bastard!" she shouted.
Miki stood up. "Juri, what are you doing!?"
"What the hell!?" Kyouichi exclaimed at the same time.
They both made to help their fallen Student Council member, but Touga just held up a hand to stop them. Sitting up, he rubbed his jaw, his cheek already turning red from where Juri had punched him. He didn't look angry or upset about being hit though as he gave the orange-haired girl a questioning look.
"May I ask what I've done that's gotten you so angry that you feel the need to strike me?" he asked simply and calmly.
A growl escaped Juri as she glared down at him. "If you're so calm about it, then you must already know!"
After a few moments, a look of understanding and resignation passed over Touga's face and he began to get up. "I see. So, she told you then. I wondered when she would."
His calm demeanor only served to enrage Juri further. It was as if he knew this would be coming and had been expecting it. "Why her!? Out of all the girls in this school, why her!?"
Kyouichi's eyes widened as he suddenly seemed to understand the situation, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Good God. Really, Touga?"
Miki, however, hadn't pieced it together yet, and began looking back and forth between Juri and Touga. "Wait, what's going on?"
"And what of it?" Touga asked unapologetically, ignoring the other two. "You act as if I did something wrong. It was a long time ago, back when she first came to the school."
Yes, Juri's rational mind knew and understood that, but her jealous side didn't care. "Damn you! Shiori is mine! How dare you touch her!"
Touga crossed his arms. "Once again, you act as if I did something wrong. It's not like the two of you were together back then. I didn't even know about your feelings for her at the time. And just for the record, she came to me."
Now Miki's eyes widened as well as he finally caught on to what this was about. "Oh… Oh, boy…"
He awkwardly took a step back, but Juri gave no care to him or Kyouichi as she continued to glare at Touga. "Bastard. Why do you have to screw every girl that comes within a certain radius of you?"
Touga's eyes narrowed and he now began to look annoyed. "I repeat, she was the one who came onto me; I didn't pursue her. Why should I turn down a beautiful, young woman? Don't let your feelings for her make you biased towards me, Juri. All I did was accept the advances of a willing partner." He gave her a pointed look. "And she's not the only one who's come to me asking me to take her to bed."
Juri winced at that. She knew he was talking about her; he was just being courteous enough to not openly say so in front of Miki and Kyouichi. His thoughtfulness of being discreet only served to infuriate her further though, because it meant she couldn't be angry at him for that, and she wanted to be. "You asshole."
He sighed at the insult, now looking resigned. "Come now, Juri, there's no need to be jealous. It didn't mean anything to either of us. It was just a one-time causal fling for me and a learning experience for her; that was what she said she wanted from it. I haven't touched her since. I can understand why you're upset, but, truthfully, you don't have the right to be angry at either of us for what we did back then."
Damn it, he was right, but she didn't have to like it. She wanted to be angry with him, but what right did she have to be angry when Shiori was the one to go to him for a no-strings attached, one-night learning experience when Touga had no idea how Juri had felt about her. She was being irrationally jealous, she knew that. But still, knowing that Shiori had lost her virginity to the school playboy, the very person who Juri was ashamed to have also lost her own virginity to out of a desperate attempt to forget about Shiori, it just rubbed her the wrong way.
"Just… stay away from Shiori," she seethed. "And me. I… need some time to come to terms with this."
Touga just let out another sigh. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm not interested in your girlfriend. Like I told you, it was a one-night stand that didn't mean anything to either of us. I have no intention of going after her." He gave the orange-haired girl a serious look. "This may surprise you, Miss Arisugawa, but contrary to my playboy reputation, I don't go after girls who are already in a relationship. I'm a romantic, not a homewrecker; I would never get between two people in love. There are plenty of single girls I can go after. So you don't have to worry about me trying to seduce your girlfriend or anything."
A frustrated growl escaped Juri, but she reined in her temper. She was being so irrational and needed to get control of herself. Shiori had a past, she knew that, just as she did. Touga was a part of that past, the same way Ruka was. At least Shiori didn't have feeling for him, then she would have had a more legitimate reason to be jealous. But still, she didn't need to like it.
"You better not," she growled.
Turning around, she made her way back to the elevator. As it began to descend, she let out an annoyed sigh, resting her head back against the wall. The annoyance, however, had been for herself. She couldn't believe she had lost it like that. What was the matter with her? Storming through the school in nothing but a robe, striking Touga like that. She didn't do things like that. What had she been thinking?
She hadn't been. She could see that now. She'd let her emotions get the best of her. Turning to Touga to forget about Shiori that night had been a mistake, one she still regretted and felt ashamed of. To learn that Shiori had fallen into his bed too, and for her first time, it had just been too much. Though she could admit that she had overreacted, it seemed that Touga had known it was coming. Was that why he hadn't gotten mad when she had struck him? Because he had been expecting it to happen at some point?
Sighing, she shook her head as she exited the elevator. She shouldn't have hit him like that, but she was not going to apologize for it either. She was a fool. A hopeless fool in love. And now she had gotten herself in quite the predicament. Though she doubted Touga would report her for hitting him, she was sure to be scolded for traipsing about the school in nothing but a robe. She definitely wasn't looking forward to that.
Now that the heat of the moment had passed and her anger had cooled, she became aware of an ache in her hand, and she glanced down to see that her knuckles were red. No doubt from the punch she had delivered, and she began rubbing it. And although she admitted that she shouldn't have hit Touga like that, she also had to admit that it had felt pretty good.
"Juri!"
Looking up from her hand, she saw Shiori rushing towards her. She raised an eyebrow when she saw that the violet-haired girl was wearing her dress from the dance the other night and wondered why. But then she remembered that they had gone straight from the dance to her room last night, so Shiori hadn't had any other clothes to wear. Which meant that everyone who saw her would probably think that she was taking the walk of shame, and so would be able to guess what they had done after leaving the dance together the way they had.
"Shiori," she said when the violet-haired girl reached her, "I'm sorry for suddenly leaving like that."
Shiori gave her a disapproving look. "Never mind that. Just look how you're dressed. You're going to get in trouble." Then her eyes landed on Juri's red knuckles that she was rubbing. "What happened?"
Juri glanced down at her hand, then let it drop. "Nothing. I just… got a little carried away."
"A lot away," Shiori scolded. She grabbed Juri's wrist. "Come on."
She pulled her into an empty classroom. Glancing out to make sure the coast was clear, she locked the door, then turned back to Juri and brought out the orange-haired girl's folded school uniform that she had been carrying under her arm and shoved it into Juri's hands.
"Here, get dressed, quick," she told her. "People are already talking about how you're running around the school indecently. Some are even claiming that you're actually streaking."
A blush filled Juri's cheeks. This really hadn't been the wisest decision on her part. She was just grateful that Shiori had brought her some actual clothes. She really should have a shower first after what they had done last night before getting dressed in clean clothes though, but it was better than making her way all the way back to her room in just a robe.
She got dressed as Shiori stood guard at the door, looking out the window to make sure no one was coming. Her protectiveness brought a smile to Juri's face. She was also grateful for the change of clothes, though it seemed that Shiori had only brought her uniform, there were no shoes or undergarments to be found.
She was still glad for what she had though as she finished getting dressed. "Ok, I'm done. Thanks."
Shiori looked back at her, frowning in disapproval. "Where'd you go?"
Wincing internally, Juri averted her eyes and began subconsciously rubbing her sore hand. "I just… had to take care of something."
She glanced back at Shiori and saw that the violet-haired girl was looking at her hand again. She could see the wheels turning in her head, and then a sigh escaped her. "Did you punch Touga?"
Juri fumed, irritated that Shiori knew her so well. "Sort of."
Shiori sighed again. "Oh, Juri." She made her way over to her and took Juri's sore hand, holding it gently in both of hers. "It's because I told you that I slept with him, isn't it?"
The answer was obvious, and Juri simply grunted in acknowledgement. A small smile made its way across Shiori's face and she shook her head. She then brought Juri's hand up to her lips and pressed a kiss to her red knuckles.
"You shouldn't have hit him," she said, though she didn't sound upset about it. "It wasn't his fault. I was the one who propositioned him."
Juri's eyes narrowed. "I still don't like that he touched you."
Shiori gave her a curious look. "You didn't get this angry about Ruka. You weren't even that angry about me having slept with someone before him until I mentioned Touga's name."
Juri grumbled again. "I know. I guess I just don't like that you went to the school playboy for your first time, even if it was just to get experience."
Shiori raised an eyebrow. "You did too."
"Exactly. I don't like that you made the same mistake as me. I think that's what I'm really upset about. Your first time should have been with someone special, someone who meant something to you."
A smile grazed Shiori's face and her cheeks reddened. "W-Well, he may not have been anyone special to me, but he made my first time special enough, if that makes you feel better. You're right, he really does know what to do in bed."
Juri closed her eyes. "Yes, I'm very aware of that." Both personally and by his reputation, even though she hated to admit it.
"And besides," Shiori continued as she lightly rubbed Juri's hand, "if you think about it, in a roundabout way, it's almost like we lost our virginity to each other."
Juri blinked at what she said, not following her logic. "Wait, what? How?"
Shiori giggled. "Well, it's kind of like an indirect kiss. Both of our first times were with Touga, so, indirectly, you can sort of look at it as us having had our first time with each other through him." She cocked her head to the side, giving her a smile. "Right?"
Juri stared at her for long several long moments before letting out a chuckle. "You goof. By that logic, we'd also be indirectly losing our virginity to everyone else that he slept with."
Shiori looked thoughtful for a moment before shrugging. "Yeah, but they don't matter. And, technically, we also both went to Touga because of each other. You went to him to get over me, and I went to him to get experience to win Ruka's heart from you. We've always been intertwined with each other, even when we didn't know it."
A smile spread across Juri's face and she brought her hand up to the back of Shiori's head. "I suppose you're right. It really has always been you, Shiori."
The violet-haired girl returned the smile and Juri pulled her into a kiss. Shiori's arms went around her as she kissed her back. The moment was broken though when an angry voice spoke out over the intercom.
"Juri Arisugawa, report to the main office immediately!"
The two girls broke apart and glanced up at the intercom. When no more was said, they looked at each other. A few moments later, an amused smile crossed Shiori's face. "I think you're in trouble."
But Juri just smirked. "Let them wait," she said, and pulled her in for another kiss.
(A/N: Ok, yes, I know this chapter may have come across like filler, and it kind of was. But there were reasons for it in terms of character development that will come up later. But I'm sure that some of you are also wondering, what's up with the whole three-way thing with Touga. Well, like I said, aside for that being related to character development later, this was in reference to the original manga and the movie remake, where in the manga, Juri was in love with Touga, and in the movie, Touga and Shiori became lovers. Even though the movie and manga are different canons from the anime, I decided to tie those things into this story. It not only made for interesting interactions between Juri and Shiori regarding their talk, it, again, will relate to later character and plot development that I'll be getting to. It's also a bit of a realistic portrayal of how some people in the closet will try and deny their real selves by forcing to be what they're not, which is sort of what happened with Juri, only under different circumstances since I made her reasoning be to try and get over Juri. But while this drama may be over for now, we'll be circling back to some of what happened in this chapter later. And on a brighter note, things seem to be going well between the two of them now that they've officially become lovers and have clearly made their feelings known to each other. There's still more to come though, so stay tuned for more.)