Story: As They Should Be (V2) (chapter 2)

Authors: YuriFanGirl

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Chapter 2

Title: The Most Wonderful Night

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Arika X Mashiro 2

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Hime/Otome Love Part One

As They Should Be

Chapter Two

 

    “So, what did you and Yukino talk about?  Am I going to have to fight somebody?” I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

    “I don't know why you sound so eager!  If you had to fight somebody it would mean we were at war!”

    “Oh yeah, forgot about that part,” I laughed, scratching the back of my head embarrassedly.

    “You're hopeless!  I swear if I didn't lo...”  Her eyes shot open and she clapped her hands over her mouth.

    “Hey! what were you gonna say?  I wanna hear the rest of that!” I said with a giggle.  She shook her head.  “You were gonna say you loved me, weren't you!”  She shook her head again, I couldn't help but squeal.  “You love me… You want to hold me… You want to kiss me…” I sang as I danced around her, loving the way her blush deepened as I did so.

    “Oh shut up!” she finally shouted, shoving me onto the bed.  I looked up at her and grinned.

    “Mashiro-chan... in the middle of the day?  How bold of you!”  I started to laugh but sobered instantly upon seeing the downright violent expression on her face.  “I...” I started but the glare she shot me snapped my jaw shut.

    “What I was going to say,” she said, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself.  “Was that I love spending time with you.”  I could tell how difficult it was going to be for her to continue so I kept quiet to give her the time she needed.  “When we first met I was such a stuck up brat.  My country was in shambles and my people were starving and all I cared about was myself.  Then you came into my life and you treated me like a real person... you were honest with me.  It scared me back then to realize just how much that meant to me... and... over the years we've spent together... how much you meant to me.  You were my inspiration to become a better Queen and a better person.  My... no, our people have you to thank for the restoration of this Queendom.”

    “Mashiro-chan.” I could barely breathe her name I was so moved.  I held out my arms and to my great joy she stepped into them, falling back with me onto the bed.  She wrapped her arms tightly around my waist and rested her head on my chest.  The tears came almost too easy as I lay there, stroking her hair as she held me.  “This has to be a dream... Mashiro-chan doesn't hold me like this while she's awake,” I whispered, clutching her to me as though she'd float away.  She held me even tighter for a moment before lifting off of me to gaze down into my eyes.

    “I'm so sorry, Arika... I've said so many hurtful things to you because I was afraid of what my own feelings were telling me.  I've always known you were a wonderful person, even back when we didn't get along... but...” she brought up a hand to trail a finger across my cheek to come to rest on my lips.  “But it was only recently that I noticed how beautiful you are and how that makes me feel all funny inside.”  She pulled her finger away and paused, looking down into my eyes as if searching for something.  Then slowly, ever so slowly, she began to lower her face toward mine.  My heart was threatening to beat its way out of my chest as she came so close that I could feel her shaky breaths against my lips.  I tried to keep my lips from trembling as...

    “Forgive me my Queen but it's time for your studies and... oh god!  Oh god I'm so sorry!”  I could feel Mashiro trembling like she was about to explode at the unlucky maid but an idea struck me and I rolled her over to prevent it.

    “Go ahead and go to your studies Mashiro-chan, I'll take care of this one and see you at dinner,” I said, trying to sound as murderous as possible.  The wicked gleam in those pale green eyes told me I'd succeeded.  I stole a kick kiss off her cheek and lifted off of her and the bed, grabbing a trembling Aoi on my way and dragging her out the door.

    “Please forgive me Arika!  I didn't mean to interrupt you... again!  It was an accident I swear it was!  Oh, I've been unlucky my whole life and... and... and Mashiro-chan is already making me scrub all the toilets in the castle for what I said earlier, isn't that enough?!”  The girl continued to plead with me the whole way back to her room.  As soon as the door closed behind us I turned and fell to my knees in front of her.

    “Make me pretty!” I pleaded, clutching at the hem of her apron and tugging it up and down.

    “I'm so sorry I'll... huh?” the girl managed, changing from defensive to dumbstruck in a flash.

    “I've noticed that your hair and your face and your clothes and stuff are always perfect so I figured you'd be able to help me.  I'll make it so you won't be punished and everything… so please help me!”

    “I, uh... well, I guess so.  I suppose you want to be ready for dinner, which only gives us about an hour, that's not a lot of time.”  I looked up at her apprehensively.

    “You mean we're going to do it for a whole hour... I don't think I can handle that much!  I was never very good at this sort of thing.”

    “Well you'll just have to...” Aoi began, only to be interrupted by a voice from behind.

    “So that's how it is, huh?” Chie said blandly from the doorway.  Aoi looked at her, then back down at me and shrieked.  I lowered my eyes a bit and noticed that I had her apron raised and was staring right at her panties.  When I considered what we'd just said to one another, it probably didn't look or sound so good.

    “Wow, you really do have bad luck with entrances!”

    “Chie it's not what you think!” Aoi shouted, tugging her apron from my hands and backing away.

    “I know what I heard, Aoi, sure sounded like you had an... informative hour planned.  And to think I only found out because I left my jacket on your bed,” Chie said coldly as she walked around us to the bedroom.  Aoi looked like she was about to faint so I quickly helped her to the sofa and sat her down.

    “Don't worry, Aoi!  I'll explain everything to her, okay?”  She didn't seem to hear me, or even notice that I existed.

    “This is so unfair... I can't believe it's going to end like...”

    “What are you two waiting for?” Chie called from the bedroom, I leaned over to look through the open door to see a very naked Chie lying on the bed and beckoning with one finger.  “You said we only have an hour but with two teachers we should be able to give her a pretty thorough lesson!”

    “Hmm, maybe you're not so unlucky after all!” I stated in wonderment.  Aoi just blushed.

--


    I may have only been five minutes late but I knew that would be ten minutes too many for Mashiro so I was sprinting to the dining room as fast as my Robe would allow.  At last when she came into view I could see her waiting outside the entrance, tapping one slipper clad foot impatiently, looking ready to kill the next person that even resembled me... and yet even then she looked so beautiful.  She noticed me coming and rolled her eyes.

    “You're late AND you're wearing your Robe?!” she shouted, looking me up and down.  “Even Haruka is wearing a dress and I have to walk in there with you looking like you're ready for war!”  I could hold back a sly grin.

    “The Robe was just to get me here faster.  This,” I said, snapping my fingers for emphasis as I dematerialized the Robe, “is what I'm wearing!”  Her jaw literally dropped as she took me in from head to toe and back again about a dozen times.  My hair, having been ironed straight, now fell in waves around my bare shoulders and my body was covered in a strapless red dress that hugged my curves in all the right places and had a rather risqué slit running up one leg and was complemented with a pair of matching pumps and a light splash of makeup.  I reached out with one finger to lift her jaw back into place and winked before taking her hand in mine and leading her into the dinning room.

    “I.. you... I...” Mashiro stuttered as I led her towards the table where Haruka and Yukino were sitting.  Upon arriving I received a rather curious looking glare from the golden haired woman.

    “Who are you and where's Arika?” she asked coldly, only to be elbowed by Yukino who rose from the table to circle around us a few times before clapping her hands together.

    “Oh Arika, you look absolutely stunning!  And together you look quite the pair, absolutely gorgeous!” the woman gushed, bringing a blush to both of our cheeks.  Wanting to avoid further scrutiny I held out a chair for Mashiro and then seated myself across from her next to Haruka who was staring at me in open mouthed shock.

    “It's incredulous!” she finally stated after a few moments of gawking.

    “That's incredible, Haruka.”

    “That's what I said!  I mean... she's just so…” Haruka started.

    “Beautiful!” Mashiro finished with a look I'd now only seen once before entering her eyes.  “It's like you're a totally different person, Arika...”

    “You wouldn't believe what I had to go through to get like this though.  I almost had to have sex with Chie and Aoi at the same time!” I said, bursting into giggles at the memory.  After a moment I noticed it was oddly silent and looked around to see everyone in the dining hall staring at me, apparently my voice had carried further than I'd thought it would.  Mashiro, Yukino, and Haruka all slumped down a little in their chairs.

    “No... with that amount of shamelessness that's definitely Arika sitting there,” Mashiro said sadly, the others nodded in agreement.  “Hey, wait just a damn minute!  What do you mean have sex with Chie and Aoi?!” she shouted, banging her fists on the table.  Yukino and Haruka just smiled at each other.

    “Looks like neither of them have changed.”

--


    After the initial buzz about my outfit and the circumstances by which I'd attained it we began the most satisfying dinner I'd ever had.  Not because of the food, which was only average, or the conversation, which was boring political stuff, but because Mashiro's eyes barely left me for a second the entire time.  Not even while talking to Yukino or Haruka, not even after spilling two glasses of water because she hadn't been paying attention.  I was loving every second of it, relishing my usurped position of being the one who teased.

    About halfway through it became even more interesting when our feet met under the table.  I couldn't have stopped the wicked grin from forming on my face even if I'd tried.  Under the cover of the tablecloth I slipped from one of my shoes and began trailing my foot along her leg up under her skirts.  Above the table her eyes nearly popped out of her skull and she choked on the water she was drinking.

    “Oh dear, is everything alright Mashiro-chan?” I asked sweetly, all the while tracing circles on her calves under the table.  She tried to glare at me but ended up letting out a rather indecent moan instead as my foot traveled higher to trace the inside of her knees.

    “Yes... I'm fine,” she managed, panting slightly as I continued my undercover teasing.

    “Are you sure?  You look a little flushed.” Yukino pressed on, much to my enjoyment, as Mashiro tried her best to stammer out an answer.

    “Yes, I'm just feeling a little... off,” she said, swallowing hard.  “I think I'll be fine so long as it doesn't get any worse,” she said with a barely concealed threat aimed in my direction.  I made a show of flashing her a pretty smile as I slid my chair several inches closer to the table.  “On second thought!” she said loudly, standing from the table.  “I think I'll use the ladies room.”

    “I'll join you,” I said, standing smoothly and offering her my arm, knowing she'd have to take it.  With a sullen glare she looped her arm through mine and and was lead away.

    “I hate you... so much right now,” she whispered through her clenched smile.

    “Didn't look it from where I was sitting,” I said with a grin, pulling her a bit closer to myself.  As I led her away I could hear the two at the table wondering what was going on.

    “What do you think could be bothering her?  The food is suburb!”

    “That's superb Haruka, and whatever it is can't be worse than you teasing me under the table!  If I wasn't so used to it I'd be blushing and moaning all over the place!”  Neither Haruka nor I could hold back a smile.

--


    “What the hell is wrong with you?!” she shrieked at me the instant the bathroom door closed behind her.

    “I'm just enjoying the evening,” I said coyly.  “I think both of us were.”  Amazingly enough she managed a pretty nasty glare despite her cheeks being bright red and the corners of her lips being turned up into a shy smile.

    “I swear that outfit has gone to your head.  You're acting... you're... mmm...”  Her train of thought seemed to derail as she gave my body another slow once over.  Smirking, I leaned forward a little to put a little extra cleavage on display.  She tried to shake her head to compose herself but her eyes went right back to my chest when she'd recovered.

    “My eyes are up here, beautiful.” I said with an airy giggle.  She blushed even harder and turned away from me.

    “You really do look incredible, Arika... I never thought I'd ever feel dressed down next to you but... I'm glad that I can now,” she said, turning towards me and giving me a shy smile.  An idea struck me and I reached out my hand to her which she took without hesitation.  I turned us to the side so we could see our reflection in the mirror.

    “I don't get to see us like this often enough so I want to soak in as much of it as I can.”

    “We do look pretty good together... a good couple.”  I expected to see her cheeks darken with a blush but instead found her reflection devouring me with that look I'd now seen twice before.  I turned towards the real Mashiro and found her eyes blazing into me, setting my lower lip trembling.  She stepped toward me and slid her arms up around my neck, pulling me down slowly until our lips were just inches apart...

    “Stop,” I said quietly, barely believing the word had come from my lips.  The fire in her eyes was quickly replaced by confusion and even a little hurt.  “I... I don't want your first kiss to be in a bathroom...”  It took a few moments for it to register but she smiled when it did, all doubt disappearing from her eyes.

    “You had me worried there for a second but I see you're just being a consummate gentlewoman.  Thank you for that... I probably would have had some regrets... it must have been difficult for you considering how much you...”

    “I live to keep my Mashiro-chan happy.”

    “A fine life at that, I'm sure there's thousands that would kill for it,” she said, setting us both off into a fit of giggles.

    “Are you happy?” I asked her seriously once the fit had ceased.  She didn't even have to pause to answer.

    “More so than I've ever been, and to think all it took was letting my brain listen to my heart.”

    “I don't know about you, but my brain and my heart are telling me we should end this dinner and get back to your room,” I said, with a downright sly grin.  Mashiro, not to be outdone, trailed her fingertips along my stomach as she walked passed me towards the door.

    “That's our room, Arika,” she said quietly as she paused at the doorway and held out her arm expectantly.

    “I definitely think I could get used to that.”

--


    It had been pretty romantic, if I do say so myself, to materialize my robe and fly her to our bedroom after saying our good nights to the other two women.  Unfortunately, the rapidly completed journey left me with no time to think about what exactly I was going to do once I'd gotten her there.  None of the dreams I'd had ever showed how we'd ended up doing the wonderful things we did in them.  My real life experience was pitifully lacking as well, little more than a handful of passionate kisses and a little bit of petting beneath the clothes with Nina back at Garderobe and even that had been cut short when Erstin stole her away.  No, I'd just have to wing it and hope for the best.  After all, I had already gotten this far on spur of the moment decisions.

    All thought however, spur of the moment or not, came crashing to a halt when Mashiro exited the bathroom.  She was only wearing the same pajamas she usually wore to bed but something was... different about how they hung off her body... something sensual.  Realizing that I was still standing there staring I forced by body into the motions of getting ready, however, I decided not to change in the bathroom.  My fingers were trembling as I slid out of my dress and slip, the material forming a silky pool at my feet.  She blushed upon seeing my nakedness but didn't turn away as I made my way to the dresser and slid on a pair of simple white panties.  Something made me pause after I'd retrieved my customary shorts and tank top and when I turned to meet that sultry gaze from those pale green eyes I had my answer.  Dropping them to the floor, I made my way over to her and sat down next to her on the bed.

    “Mashiro-chan... we don't have to... you know.  If you're not ready we can wait for as long as you need,” I said quietly, finally breaking the awkward silence with something I felt needed to be said.  “I know I've been dreaming about this for a long time but I don't know how ready you are...”  She put her hand on top of mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.

    “Just hearing you say that makes me feel all the more ready because I know you'd never do anything to hurt me.  Don't worry, I've wanted this for a long time too even if I was too stubborn to listen to my body telling me,” she looked down at the floor and pulled her hands into her lap.  “I'm embarrassed though... you know I don't have any... experience so it's all so...”  I slid off the bed and knelt down in front of her, taking her hands into mine and bringing them to my lips for a gentle kiss.  “Arika, I...”

    “I love you Mashiro, I'd protect you to my dying breath even if I wasn't your Meister Otome.”  The look of sheer joy in those tear rimmed eyes was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.  I rose to my feet, and caressed her cheek with one hand, nearly in tears myself at finally haven spoken the words to her.  I leaned down and brought our lips together while easing her down onto the bed with one hand behind her back, never once breaking the contact.  As first kisses go it probably wasn't the most skillful as our teeth had clicked together and it took a bit of repositioning so that our noses weren't smashed against each other... but it was without a doubt the most intimate and heartwarming experience of my life.  When the time came to pull away for air I found her arms snake around my neck and pull me down to her so she could whisper into my ear.

    “I love you too, Arika... so much that it pains my heart when you're not at my side.”  She placed a few wet kisses around my cheek and my neck before returning to my ear to whisper four words that I'd never be able to forget.  “Make love to me.”  It was like a jolt of electricity had been injected directly into my veins.  I pulled away and kissed her again, devouring her lips with my own, trailing my fingers up and down her sides as I did so, delighting as she returned my efforts with equal passion.  “Your breasts,” she gasped as I pulled away for another breath, “can I... I want to...”  I grinned as I lifted off of her slightly, arching my back a little as I did so.

    “Anything for my Queen,” I said, my voice coming out in a throaty purr.  Blushing at my words and her own actions she reached out tentatively to grasp one in each hand, quickly pulling them back as I hissed and flinched away.  “Sorry,” I managed, blushing sheepishly, “your hands are cold.”  A sort of easy grin spread across her face as the fear she'd somehow hurt me drained away.  She brought her hands to her lips and blew a few hot breaths into them before returning them to their rightful place.  Her massaging hands, no matter how tentative and fumbling, had the desired effect of sending me to heaven.  Within a few minutes my arms were trembling so badly they could no longer support my weight and I fell breasts first right onto her face.

    “This was all part of your plan, wasn't it?” she giggled from within my cleavage.

    “Will my answer change how you respond?” I giggled back, easily falling into our familiar banter as I lifted off her slightly so she wouldn't suffocate.  Whether it would have or not, her response came in the form of something warm and wet being dragged across the sensitive tip of each breast.  I was curious for a moment if her bold action had been too much for her as the shock that had been sent through my body faded and disappeared.  The surprise that came when her lips latched fully around one nipple while a hand came up to squeeze the other sent chills through my body.  Those chills, however, quickly turned into heat... no, into fire.  I pulled away, earning a loud pop as my breast was pulled from the confines of her mouth.

    “Arika...” she mouthed breathlessly as my smoldering gaze burned into her eyes, her hands fell to her sides and she gave me a small nod, knowing what I sought permission for.  I trailed my fingertips up and down her arms before sliding them along her shoulders to pass ever so lightly over her breasts, feeling her desire in the swollen nubs that lay atop them.  Her sharp intake of breath made me want to keep them there but I mustered the patience necessary to hold off a moment longer.  My fingers trailed to the lowest button and it was deftly undone, quickly followed by a second and a third and a fourth.  The fifth one wasn't so yielding to my trembling fingers, seemingly resolved to protect the treasure it guarded.  Frustrated and dizzy with arousal I grabbed both sides of the garment and tore the remaining buttons open, eliciting a sharp gasp from Mashiro.

    “Err, sorry,” I said, scratching at the back of my head with one hand.

    “Aoi can sew them back on... just... don't stop!” she said, her cheeks flushed with her own unrelieved desire.  As much as I wanted to just dive down and devour the sheer beauty of her lying there, top unbuttoned, hair splayed out beneath her and a look of such burning desire in her eyes... I just had to stop and admire the masterpiece that it was.

    “Sorry... I just... I've never seen anything so... beautiful.”

    “You don't think they're... too small?” she asked, turning her head aside demurely.  I shook my head and leaned down to kiss her once more.

    “Perfect, just like the rest of you,” I whispered before sliding down her body to kiss at her neck and her collarbone, continuing slowly down between her breasts to her soft flat tummy.  Even if not intimately, I knew her body like the back of my hand, teasing her ticklish spots with my tongue and lips, relishing in the little jerks and spasms I could feel beneath my lips.

    “Arika... please...” she whined, face flushed and lips trembling.

    “What do you want me to do?” I asked innocently.  She tried to glare down at me but failed as a gasp escaped her lips when my fingertips just barely brushed against the bottom of her right breast.

    “T-Touch my breasts... and kiss them... please!” she moaned, the nervous walls she'd put in place crumbling before her desire.  I didn't bother responding with words, instead placing several hot kisses across her pert little breasts, brushing my fingers across them, pinching them lightly.  My dreams couldn't even hold a candle to the feelings that burned through my body as I teased her to my heart’s desire.  I didn't even realize at first that I'd begun to slide down her body until my vision cleared and I found my lips pressed just above the waistband of her pajama bottoms.  There wasn't even any buttons to fumble with yet it still felt like there was an iron wall between me and what lay beneath.

    “Are you sure?” I asked, knowing what I was asking needed no clarification.

    “I'm sure,” she said, reaching down to run her fingers through my hair.  Relishing in the intimate gesture, I looped my fingers through the waistband and gently tugged them down.  I was slightly disappointed to see that unlike her chest, she had some additional covering beneath her pajamas but I wasn't about to complain, it just meant there was more time for me to tease her before I was lost in the moment.  I pulled the material down her legs as slow as I could manage, making sure to trail my fingers along her silky smooth skin as I did so, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.  Upon removing them entirely I took one of her feet in my hands and kissed my way up to her ankle, then to her knee before I began alternating kisses back and forth between her thighs, slowly inching my way towards her center.

    “I've dreamed about this... making love to you so many times,” I said, cheeks burning upon my admission.  I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss upon the wet spot that had begun to form on her panties, feeling her whole body tighten with the sensation.  “This is…” I breathed, linking my fingers under the waistband, “the most wonderful moment of my...”

    “Stop it!” she shrieked, setting bolt upright and shoving me away from her.  The frightened and disgusted look in her eyes spoke volumes.  “I'm not... you can't... it’s gross!” she shouted, sliding off the bed and running into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.  I couldn't move, I couldn't even breathe.  My heart had been torn to shreds.  I stood, not even feeling the weight on my legs, and dressed myself in my shorts and tank top.  I walked over to her desk and pulled out a pen and paper, scribbled the words “I'm sorry” and dropped it on the bed on my way out the room.  As soon as the door closed behind me, the dam broke and my tears came out in full force as my legs began carrying me down the hall.

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Not always as they seem...

--


    “I don't understand what I did wrong!” the girl wailed into the woman's neck.  “Everything was going so well, I thought she was enjoying it...”

    “It's curious,” Haruka stated, rubbing her chin in thought, “perhaps she was just trying to spare your...” the glare Yukino shot her stopped her from finishing the dangerous thought.

    “We don't know sweetheart,” the woman said quickly, gently rubbing the girl's back to offer some comfort.  “But it doesn't sound at all like she hates you.”  The girl sniffed a few times before pulling away to look at her with hope in her eyes.

    “Really?  You really mean that?”  The woman nodded, her own eyes rimmed with sympathetic tears.

    “I do.  From what I can tell she was frightened, nothing more.  It's not uncommon for a girl to panic during her first time.  It can be a little intimidating.”

    “I… I guess so,” the girl muttered after a while.

    “I know so, in fact, she's probably looking for you as we speak.”  As if on cue someone began pounding on the door as if to break it down.

    “Yukino, Haruka, have you seen Arika?!  I fear I've made a terrible mistake!”  Haruka quickly made for the door, opening it just as Mashiro was about to press her way in sending the girl spilling into the room, still dressed in only her unbuttoned top and panties.  After shooting a quick glance around her eyes settled on Arika and she made a beeline for the girl, leaping at her so hard the sofa tipped over backward spilling all three of them onto the floor with a triplicate shriek.  “Ow, I think I broke my butt...” the queen muttered upon recovering from the fall.  Then, noticing that Arika lay right next to her, clambered onto the half stunned girl and began showering her with kisses as she apologized.  “You,” a kiss “have,” another kiss “to,” yet another kiss “forgive me!” Mashiro shouted, then followed several kisses while pulling the stunned her to her in an air tight hug.

    “Mashiro... you... don't hate me?”  The girl squeezed harder for a moment before pulling away, tears streaming down her cheeks and shaking her head.

    “No, I don't hate you! I could never hate you!  Oh, I'm such an idiot!  I'm so sorry for acting like I did... I was embarrassed and I wasn't thinking straight.”  Still in stunned shock Arika could only stare at the girl for a few long moments.

    “But... why?”  The lavender haired girl blushed through her tears.

    “It's stupid... but… I hadn't shaved... you know... down there.  Aoi had told me to earlier just in case but I never thought you'd... we'd... oh yeah, I stopped by there before I came here looking for you.  That Chie certainly is a... friendly person considering how I was dressed...”  She paused a moment as if in thought before continuing.  “Oh it all sounds so stupid and I scared you so much because of it!” she resumed her attempts to kiss every inch of the girl's face and neck.

    “Mashiro… I...” the lavender haired girl paused in her efforts and pulled away to gaze down at Arika, lower lip trembling at the empty expression on the girl's face.

    “Oh god... you hate me...”

    “I forgot to shave too!” Arika said suddenly, slapping a hand to her forehead.  Haruka and Yukino, who had been waiting anxiously to see what would occur, both sagged to their knees in exasperation.  This went unnoticed by the two girls whose eyes had locked together, forgiveness, love, and unfulfilled desire passing unspoken between them.  Mashiro began tracing circles with a fingertip on Arika's shoulder, blushing as she considered her words.

    “Do you think we could... go take care of some things and then... take up where we left off?” she asked quietly, delighting as Arika's eyes danced with joy at the suggestion.

    “Do you even have to ask?” she questioned, standing up and taking the girl into her arms, laying a passionate kiss on her lovers lips as she materialized her Robe around herself.  She turned to the two women and nodded, no words necessary to convey her gratitude, before taking flight out the door.

    “Was there ever any need to worry with those two?” Yukino asked her lover, who simply shook her head as she watched the two young lovers fly off.

    “They were made for each other,” Haruka said, chuckling to herself.  “Forgetting to shave... the young ones always worry about the silliest things.”

    “I seem to recall us doing something similar back in the day,” Yukino said with a laugh.  Haruka cleared her throat and turned away to hide her embarrassed smile.

    “Although... the Queen wandering the castle in the middle of the night only half dressed and shouting for her Otome is circularly going to cause more whispers throughout the Queendom and you can be assured the council won't take too kindly to it.”

    “That's certainly Haruka, and yes it will increase the rumors being spread.”  She smiled then and wrapped her arms around her lover’s neck as she nudged the door closed with one foot.  “And that's exactly what we need to happen if we're going to change the world...” she whispered, voice trailing off as she kissed the golden haired woman she cherished more than life itself...
 

[End notes:

Not too shabby considering I formed the concept, thought up the plot, and then wrote this baby in all of three days, and that I had a mild concussion for half of that time. ^_^  Even then I still had a blast writing this story!

Please review, especially if you've noticed any major errors or even just something you feel could be improved upon.  I want my writing to get better and better so I can bring even more joy to all you wonderful readers!

~Next Time:  Hime/Otome Love Part Two - Generations

A glimpse into three of the lifetimes Mai and Mikoto have shared throughout their many incarnations as Soul Mates.  'After the Carnival', 'After the Bloodshed, and 'Among the Otome'

"I feel like I know you from a dream... no, it must be more then a dream to make my heart ache like this..."~

Another one finished (I hope at least, stupid copy/paste error!).  I hope you enjoyed it and that you please review and tell me what you think!

'Generations' is next on my list to edit so hopefully V2 of it should be coming within the next couple days.  It's also a toss up between it and 'Forever In Neverland' as my favorite of her works so I'm really looking forward to breathing some new life into it.

 

In Loving Memory of Kasumi Lien Li Masters

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