"anr f/f"
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Created on: Thursday 29th of October 2015 11:33:05 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:43:11 AM UTC


Summary:

That shower scene in episode 10 only sex happens.
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Tokaku ran the knife blade in smooth, precise, and quick strokes. It helped her think, to sort out strategies. It was strangely comforting.

It also kept her mind from Haru showering nearby, something that had never been an issue until recently. She didn’t understand why the mere thought of her friend in the nude made her blood rush now. They had taken baths together before. They knew each others’ bodies. . .

So why did she want to know Haru’s more than she did already?

Haru hummed. She was lathering her hair, Tokaku knew, because her shampoo smelled like peaches. Tokaku hesitated, the knife and honing steel hanging in her hands. Very quickly, she caught herself, knitting her brows in frustration.

Now wasn’t the time to feel this way. They had two more hours until Hanabusa’s tea party. That meant she had two more hours to prepare for the worst.

Haru immediately noticed when she stopped sharpening her knives. “Tokaku. . . ?” There was a tiny fleck of worry in her voice and for a moment the scent of fear mingled with the humidity.

“I’m here,” she confirmed, and went back to sharpening her knives.

“Tokaku, why don’t you take a shower too?”

“There would be no point,” she said in a clipped tone, sure of the battle awaiting them in the next few hours.

She was sure that was the end of it, but Haru’s hands slipped over her arms. Shaken by the touch, Tokaku dropped the knife and honing steel.

Haru’s name hung uselessly at the tip of her tongue. For a moment she lost composure, blushing before she gathered her wits and brushed Haru off, putting on her best poker face. “You’re finished, right?”

“But Tokaku, you haven’t showered.” The smile was innocent enough, though Haru’s fingers found Tokaku’s hand and pulled her into the shower with her.

Tokaku loosened her tie. “A quick one then.”

“Yay! Then Haru will wash Tokaku’s back!”

Tokaku quickly undressed, throwing her clothes on the floor haphazardly. When she turned back, the auburn-haired girl was holding a washcloth lathered up with bubbles. It only started to feel strange as Haru guided Tokaku in her lap. Tokaku buried her face in her knees, glad that her back was turned to Haru. For a moment she let herself go, taking in Haru’s scent, the fragrance of warm honey and peaches, tinged with soap. Her blood raced through her body. It was a feeling she usually felt in combat, but in this moment she was perfectly calm.

Her calm only shattered when the washcloth drifted from her back to her front, fingertips brushing along her chest.

“Haru!” It was the only thing she knew to shout.

Haru leaned forward, breasts pressing against Tokaku’s back. “Can Haru wash the rest of Tokaku?”

Stiffly, she nodded. It was all she could do; her insides were in tangles and she was feeling lightheaded. A part of her felt guilty, being vulnerable for her own selfish desires. She had held back this entire time, not only out of shyness but also for Haru’s sake. The last thing she wanted was to have her guard down and have Haru suffer for it

But staying distant had not been enough. She had left her behind to face Isuke alone, and they had almost lost because of it.

“It’s okay. No one will try to hurt Haru right now.”

“You can’t promise me that.”

The washcloth passed over her stomach, and Tokaku watched Haru’s hands move over her body- touching her thighs, fingertips running down her legs.

She stopped, but Tokaku’s legs were still shaking.

“If you’re worried about Haru then please cherish this moment. Living in fear isn’t living. Telling Haru to worry is no different than telling Haru to die.”

Hearing no reply from Tokaku, she sighed and began to pull her body away. At this moment she truly felt she was dying, unable to figure out how to help her friend open up and unload her burdens. Haru felt like she was one of those burdens. She ran a hand over the scar on her chest, trying not to feel the weight of everyone’s lives.

“Haru.” Tokaku suddenly grabbed her hand.

For a moment, Haru worried she had been caught wearing a sad expression, but she had no time to think or even smile. Tokaku moved like a gust of wind, pushing Haru against the shower wall.

Tokaku looked straight into her eyes, instigating Haru’s survival instincts. Haru squirmed as she was pinned to the wall, like a pretty butterfly.

“To-” She began to gasp. “Mmmph!” Tokaku’s lips pressed against hers. The kiss was awkward and inexperienced, and almost too rough. Haru fumbled to keep up with her.

She struggled to keep up with everything happening at once- the kiss, Tokaku’s hands releasing her, and Tokaku’s hands cupping her breasts.

She moaned and pressed her back against the wall to balance herself. “Rough. . . Tokaku is being. . . haaah.”

Tokaku rolled her thumbs against Haru’s nipples, going in slow circles. She kissed her again, a little less urgent, and with more experience, following Haru’s mouth instead of fighting against it. Haru’s tongue slipped inside her mouth, tasting traces of cinnamon and cloves. Tokaku pulled back to kiss her neck. Haru jolted and softly moaned.

“What is Tokaku doing now?” she asked, watching her kiss her entire body, trailing downwards.

Tokaku raised her eyes to Haru for a brief moment. She considered indulging the girl but thought it better to show than tell. Not only that, she had a inkling that Haru knew but wanted to hear Tokaku say it. What other reason would Tokaku have to be kneeling in front of her, face inches away from her sex?

Teasing, she blew warm breath over her entrance, stirring the soft curly hairs framing her divide. She smiled and gently took Haru’s right leg over her shoulder, giving better access. She closed her eyes, taking in Haru’s scent. She still smelled of soap and warm wheat, though now a new smell intertwined. Tokaku couldn’t find the words to describe it. She only knew that it drove her wilder than Haru’s usual scent.

She grinned ear to ear, kissing Haru there, mouth smattered and instantly sticky with her wetness. She eagerly lapped up the juices, running her tongue along her swollen clit in crescent moon shapes. She loved that Haru tasted like honey and dipped her fingers inside of her to draw out her nectar.

“You’re warm,” she commented.

“T-that’s because of Tokaku.”

She chuckled. “Is that so?”

Haru nodded, her fingers quivered against the tiles, searching for something to grasp. She took Tokaku’s head in her hands and poured her fingers through her hair. “Nnn!” Her fingers gripped a handful and held her there. Her hips moved languidly, following Tokaku’s tongue.

“Haaah. Haru is going to-to. . .”

“Not yet.” She stood up quickly, pressing their bodies together. She reached deep inside Haru again. She had been tight before but now, nearing her climax, she was gripping Tokaku’s fingers like a vice. Her entire body sank into and yet held onto her protector for dear life.

She could feel Haru’s heart racing against her chest, blood dancing through her veins. Her breaths were ragged and eyes pleading. Her body was warm and flushed and alive.

“I promise you won’t ever have to worry, Haru.” Tokaku whispered in-between kisses.

The words were lost to her as she cried out, coming into the palm of Tokaku’s hand. As the waves of pleasure died down, her back started to slide down the wall. Her protector quickly caught her and wrapped a towel around her. They held each other, coming down from their high, and knew if they let themselves, they could fall asleep right there.

Haru stood up to finish getting ready for the tea party and following suit, Tokaku gathered her clothes and daggers. The blades gleamed under the light, as optimistic as Haru, as sharp as Tokaku’s determination.

“Haru will live,” Tokaku said firmly