Story: If I Shiver, Please Give Me a Blanket (all chapters)

Authors: megadeth425

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Chapter 1

Title: If I Shiver, Please Give Me a Blanket

[Author's notes: Title is a line from Behind Blue Eyes by The Who. Originally done to fill a kink meme request.]

Discarded tissue littered the floor around Yutaka's bed, tumbling into a collective pile as her tall, green-haired friend swept them away in total silence, trying not to disturb her. Konata was out for the day, Yue had work, and Soujirou was busy writing away. At her request, Minami had come over to help tend to her. A bowl of chicken soup turned cold on the bedside table, almost untouched by the ill girl. A shame; Minami's soup always perked her right up, but this time she was out like a rock by the time the soup was finished.

She sighed as she set the broom down, sitting by its side on the chair next to her bed. She poked at the cloth on her frail friend's head, just to ensure it was still wet and cold to combat her fever. She cared about Yutaka very much, and seeing her sick like this, up close, with only her to really depend on at the moment, strengthened her resolve. She had to keep a smile on, for her sake, even if it did seem a little graver than she may have liked. Yutaka was always sick, but it was rarely clear how bad it really was; such a small body took to every illness gravely.

One of Yutaka's hands hung off the bed. The stoic girl took the hand in both of hers, clasping it and feeling the burning had dissipated a little. She smiled, placing the hand back at her side.

With the sick girl still, Minami turned around to get some soup for herself. As she reached the kitchen, however, a sudden noise shocked her.

"Minami?" her friend shouted frantically, and within an instant she returned to the panicked girl.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her face heavy with concern. Or at least it was supposed to.

Yutaka, of course, could read her stoic friend's face as well as anyone and could see the care in her expression. "Yeah. I just...I thought maybe you left."

"I was just getting soup." Her voice didn't convey much emotion, but it was enough to prove herself sincere to Yutaka. "Don't worry, I wouldn't leave your side without telling you."

Yutaka smiled, and Minami's face cracked into a slight one as well as she once again tried to get some soup, but this time for two. No sense in just reheating the bowl already there; she'd need it fresh from the pot.

With that being taken care of, Yutaka stared upward, just thinking, glad she had a friend like Minami to sacrifice a day off to take care of her. She hated being such a burden on her family, and she had to fight off the idea that she was likewise a burden on her close friend now. The guilt always bit into her, seeing the sacrifices people, particularly her sister, had made for her, and never really being any healthier because of it. She felt like high-maintenance luggage sometimes. She sort of hated the idea of wasting Minami's Sunday.

"Soup," was all Minami said as she brought in a tray with two bowls of fresh, steaming chicken soup. She set down hers down on the folding table she'd brought with her chair and put the tray in Yutaka's lap as she sat up to eat the soup.

They ate in relative silence, sort of a usual thing when it was just the two of them. Minami wasn't too talkative, but Yutaka was happy just to have someone around, and she could tell by subtle changes in Minami's expression that she was glad to be there. Her heart sank a little further as she brought the delicious soup to her lips. All this effort put into just making her day a little less painful. She looked at Minami, whose eyes were closed as she tasted her soup, ensuring it was up to her standards, and sighed.

"Minami..." it hurt her to ask the question, but she felt so guilty. "You don't have to be here if you don't want to."

Minami didn't say anything, but was pulled straight out of her trance, putting the spoon into the bowl and looking at Yutaka, bewildered.

"I mean, you probably had plans for today. To go see Mickie-chan...I know you got some new books, and you usually go visit her and read. You...you brought the soup, and that''s-" she began to cough, cutting her sentence short.

When her short coughing fit had ended, Yutaka's hand, yet again, was between Minami's, but this time worry struck her face even more. "You're cold."

Yutaka nodded, her free hand sliding the wet cloth off her forehead and putting it on her bedside table. "This means I'm getting a little better. It's okay now, you can-"

She cut her off, "No. You're too cold. What do you do for this?"

"Well, when I was little, Yui-nee-san would get into the bed with me and hold me close, but-what are you doing?"

Minami smiled as she slipped under the covers. "Keeping you warm." She moved the soup tray to the beside table and slowly brought Yutaka onto her back. "Lie down and relax."

Yutaka couldn't believe it. Her sister was the only person who had previously done it, but here was Minami, her arms wrapping around her petite form, holding her close. Her body was exquisitely warm, much more so than Yui. She looked up at her stoic friend's face and saw her blushing quite profusely. Finally, she gave in, nuzzling her head against Minami's shoulders.

Minami blushed for reasons Yutaka was far too innocent to understand. The frail, tiny body in her arms, shivering as the warmth clashed with the sudden cold that had washed over her body, seemed like something she had to protect. She planted a soft, almost unnoticed kiss on Yutaka's forehead. She was feeling flustered, embarrassed, but at the same time the feeling of a body so close to hers made her feel strange. She knew exactly what the feeling was, it just bewildered her as to why it hit her now.

A torn Yutaka almost wondered similar things as the guilt began to give way to a strange feeling. The only other time she had seen two girls share a bed was one night when Kona-chan brought Kagami home to sleep over, and she saw things there that she and Minami were certainly not doing. Should they have been? She almost had an urge to reach up and kiss Minami, just to see how she'd react. No, that was the last thing she needed. Minami had done so much for her, and then capped it off by slipping into the bed to warm her body. She couldn't impose herself any further.

Funny, Minami was running on similar logic. Here was a sick girl, unable to do much, tired, and likely not able to put up much resistance, physically or mentally. She couldn't take advantage of that, even if subconsciously her hand had taken to stroking the small girl's hair.

Minami's idle motions in her hair made Yutaka's legs twitch a little, and only then did either of them come to realize that Minami had a moist spot on her skirt. Yutaka froze. Did Minami wonder the same things? She looked at the tall girl, now blushing even harder than before, a longing in her eyes that was unmistakable. Fine, she would do it.

She leaned her head up from her supportive friend's shoulders and brought her lips to hers. Minami responded instantly, her hands spreading out across Yutaka's body as their kiss grew deeper, descending into the depths of their feelings. They always seemed close to it; Tamura was right. Now, they just admitted what was already there.

Both girls placed a hand on the other's face as their eyes sank closed, everything else sort of alien to them as they merely enjoyed the closeness of their kiss, the wonderful feeling they seemed to have been avoiding for a while. In that one kiss, a thousand words could have been said that wouldn't have done this justice at all. No, between the girl who could barely speak and the girl who would barely speak, the contact, the touch, the sweet taste of each others' lips as their tongues danced, was more than enough.

"Minami-san..." the red-haired girl whispered as hands opened up her shirt. The whisper sent her into another coughing fit, though, this one much more violent than the

last.

Through it all, Minami held her close, stroking her hair, planting kisses on her forehead as the coughing fit ran its course. When finally she had gotten the shirt unbuttoned, she opened it up, the coughs finally subsiding as she reached over to grab the small bottle of ointment. "This will help," she said as she placed a dollop on Yutaka's chest, just between her two very small breasts.

Yutaka moaned as Minami's intentions were clear. She wasn't just applying medicine, which was obvious the moment she began sensually spreading the cream on her. It wasn't a rub, it was a massage. The menthol feeling rose up in her chest as the cream went across her body, Minami's hands surprisingly adept at giving massages, kneading the flesh with forceful sensitivity.

Up and down her chest, along her sides, across her ribcage...the hands worked every inch of flesh on her torso, all the while the menthol in the cream making every breath she took tingle, adding a strange sensation to the massage.

Then, once it seemed like things were done, the hands came to her breasts.

She squeaked meekly as the hands took her very small, sensitive breasts and began to work them as well. It was different, though; more careful, more aware, restricted much more to the immediate flesh of her breasts, little as there was to work with. The attention shifted to her fingers, stretching them and letting them do all the work, pinching and kneading and rubbing as Yutaka continued to make sounds that could only be described as moe.

As much as Minami enjoyed the adorable, meek sounds she made, she reignited the flame by planting another deep kiss on her lips. Yutaka's sounds continued, but this time they spilled into Minami's mouth. All the while, the tender treatment continued, Minami now focusing on the nipples, lightly pinching them as her other fingers massaged the skin around her, the menthol sensation of Yutaka's every breath making the massage all the more pleasurable.

Finally, it seemed as though she had enough. Minami drew her hands and lips away, leaving a panting Yutaka with her shirt open, her head dizzy for once not from illness or lack of energy, but from the sweet taste of Minami's lips and her skilled hand work. She looked her friend in the eye and saw that she was enjoying this just as much as she was, sharing every shred of sincerity.

"Minami-san...I want to see you."

"I'm right here," she stated bluntly, frankly bewildered by the statement.

"No, I mean...I'm in pyjamas, it's easy for me to get my clothes off. But you're still fully clothed. I...I want to say your body."

With a simple nod, Minami grabbed her top and pulled it off. Underneath, she didn't wear a bra; her chest was totally flat, not even having the negligible breasts Yutaka and Konata had. Next went her skirt, until finally she sat on the bed in a pair of panties. There was a very prominent wet spot on the panties, so much that the fabric clung as wet fabric does to the subtle curve of her labia. A little patch of green hair above it confirmed that, yes, she had hit puberty.

"And now your panties."

Minami nodded again, sliding her underwear off until she knelt totally naked on the bed, sliding again under the blanket, her hands reaching down to undo the button on Yutaka's pyjama bottoms. With a sound, they opened, revealing her soft, hairless slit, possibly even more wet than her own. She placed her hand on her privates, eliciting a shiver from the frail girl.

"No," was her response. "I...I know you want me to feel better, Minami-san, but I want you to feel good to. T-there's something I saw Kona-chan and Kagami do once. Here, lie down."

Minami obeyed, figuring if anyone knew what they were doing, it would be someone who'd seen those two go at it before. She lay down as Yutaka rolled herself on top of her, positioning herself just as she remembered Konata doing. She hooked her legs into Minami's, their dripping slits aligned, her mouth right on the level of her flat chest, her tongue running along her lips nonetheless. Now that she saw it, had context, and was doing the deed, Konata's philosophy on the benefit of being a pettanko all made sense.

Minami didn't see it coming, when Yutaka first slid forward, her tongue running from one nipple to the other, the friction of their vaginas rubbing together giving her a slight surge. "What are you doing?"

"Trust me," Yutaka whispered as her mouth circled around one nipple, this time moving back, only to move forward once again. This time, Minami felt more of it, gasping as the pleasure hit her. She began to see what was doing on, and she liked it.

Yutaka's hands found hers, their fingers intertwining, wrapping together, keeping them connected as Yutaka began to work up a rhythm, building the energy to keep moving, keep the friction going. She suckled on the nipple, feeling Minami's hands press tightly against hers, telling her she was doing it right, that Minami was certainly feeling good. Just what she wanted.

And Minami was feeling good. Yutaka's drop in body temperature seemed to have been remedied, because now she felt generally warm against her as her combination of sucking her nipple and tribadism let waves of pleasure wash over her. She was red as she could possibly be by that point, and it was her turn to make cute sounds as Yutaka pleasured her. Her hands clenched now even tighter Yutaka's hands, careful not to squeeze too hard, but enough to really make her presence known.

Faster Yutaka moved, feeling her body beginning to swell up with ecstasy, a certainly better feeling than bloating up with gas. She abandoned all sense of order or planning with Minami's chest, just licking and sucking at random, usually doing a good job of getting the right places as she lost control over her actions. She moaned into the saliva-coated flesh as she went, with each thrust pushing her pelvis against Minami's, their sopping wet vaginas grinding together, their clitorises practically inseparable

Minami came first, but only by a few seconds. She cried out, almost thrusting against Yutaka hard enough to lift her up as the orgasm ran through her body, aided by the steady stream of sensations Yutaka still provided, at least until her own orgasm struck. The ill girl quivered atop the taller, more sturdy one, her orgasm tearing through her like wildfire as their vaginas pressed so tightly together, their juices mingling as they dripped onto the mattress.

That was all too much work for Yutaka, though. She sighed as she rolled off of Minami, her temperature problem solved, but all of her energy spent on that. It was certainly worth it, though.

"You're too tired to go again?" Minami asked half-rhetorically, wrapping her arms around her.

She nodded. "I'm not too tired to cuddle, though, and we have plenty of time for that now. Just promise me one thing."

Minami nodded.

"When I get better and I have more energy, can we do it again?"

Minami chuckled, leaning her head against Yutaka's. She was going to respond, but the redhead was already asleep in her arms.

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