I can feel the change in my complexion. I'm going from my usual color to a crimson red. The reason for such a distrubing transfromation has just walked into the room. Natsuki. My Natsuki, she isn't aware I call her this
but one day she will be. Tension swells within my body. My heart races. The earth has slowed and all is right.
Then it happends, what happends everytime, these thoughts. My need and latent want to jump over my desk, tear off that uniform of her's, and play a wonderful game' how many ways are there to make my Natsuki mine', become all encompassing. I need to calm myself down. I need to put my mind in another place so I can function with her in the room. I need tea. Whenever my mind goes to 'those' places, I need tea. It brings me back to reality and back to my composure. I fidget with my Thermos. My actions are refined at this point. I fill my cup and the first sip hits my tounge before she even has time to say what it is she needs too.
"Can I ask a favor of you?" She asks, her voice has a touch of anger.
The smile, only my Natsuki knows, comes over my face. I look up at her from the cup.
Kami-Sama!
I didn't realize it before, why I didn't I have no idea, but she's in that biker suit of her's. Now there's a problem. I look down at the cup. I have the wrong type of tea for this situation. That biker suit has nearly made me lose it, a couple of times. No instead of tearing it off, we ride around on her motorcycle, she takes me back to her apartment and we... Well, we
play the mine game, but this time she makes me her's. In short, I need stronger tea.
"Shizuru....can I ask a favor of you?" She sounds annoyed this time.
My brain blurts "Only if you promise to ask me while facing the door so I can see your cute bottom profiled so wonderfully in that leather outfit," but my mouth thankfully stays still. I try to take another sip. Some how the cup is empty.
"Shizu..." Natsukis eyes narrow.
"You know you can ask anything of me, Natsuki." I smile, as I get up from my chair and move to the back of the student council room. There's an electric tea kettle back there, I keep for such emergency situations as this.
"I was wondering if I could use your computer? I need to look for something." Natsuki mumbles. She's already got my bag open and is lifting out my laptop. At this point she just asks out of formality.
"Of course, Natsuki." I don't turn around. I just turn on the electric kettle. Behind one of the sliding pannels on the wall is my collection. Oolong, chai, ocha, English breakfast, Earl Grey, you name it, it's here. I look over my shoulder, Natsuki's frowning, she's giving the computer a death stare.
"Did you change your password?" She asks.
"I did. Give me one minute."
"What? When did you stop trusting me?" She's become more annoyed and it shows in her voice.
"I haven't." In truth I have changed my password. I wasn't thinking clearly at the time. It was during the underware incident. Her underware every where on the dorm. Quite the sight to behold, but least to say my poor brain and labio were in overdrive.
"I quite frankly, don't want you to know this one." The kettle beeps. If I'm going to have to be close to her I will require my 'special' blend of tea. I have peiced it together over time. It's a hot spice tea that
makes my skin tingle, but no 'blatant' passes will unwittingly escape my lips. I place the tea strainer in my mug, pour in the water, take out the strainer and take sips as I walk back to the desk. I move close to my Natsuki. The muscles in my inner thighs start to burn and tighten. I bend next to her. Her arm brushes against my leg. If she would just wrap her arm around my leg and pull me into her, then... My skin starts to tingle. The tea. Thank goodness. I can think semi-clearly for now. I reach to the computer.
"Why can't I know this password?"
I jump as she says this. I don't think she notices, though.
"I'll tell you the next one." I smile at her as I say this.
I don't want her to know this because well like I said her lingerie collection was hanging outside my window. I was a little distracted.
I reach for the keyboard and type it. 'fluffy pink one peice corset' Not only was it the one hanging outside the window begging for her to wear it, it's Natsuki's favorite. How I obtained this peice of information would require me to revisit moments of great weakness and extraordinarily un-ladylike behavior. Thus, they will not be recorded. I hit the enter button, then with my mug retreat to the window.
"Thanks.." She mumbles, then she begins typing furiously.
I listen to the comforting sounds of her delicate fingers on the keyboard. I catch myself glancing at her. I sip at the tea. A warm flush is taking over my skin like soft passion. The haze of before starts to move away.
I take slow deep breaths, desperate to soothe my heart. I draw in the miraculous warmth of the mug in my hands and smile at my reflextion. It seems to me, people underestimate the power of a good cup of tea.