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Chapter 6

To live is to suffer, to survive is

to find meaning in the suffering.

-Friedrich Nietzsche
The fading daylight washed the Infinite Stratos Academy in golden hues as the sun dropped below the horizon. A person watching from afar would notice the students walking amicably among the well kept gardens with the habit of routine. Some moved together, others walked alone as was there wont.
In the dorms, Cecilia Alcott walked out of her bathroom to find the suite empty. A moment’s hesitation carried as the Briton struggled to remember the reason for her unexpected emptiness. “That’s right,” the blond pilot muttered to herself, “Chelsea won’t be back until next week.” A minor sigh escaped thin lips as Cecilia recalled her maid’s departure. I have to go back and check on the condition of the manor after that hurricane, Chelsea had earnestly insisted. The older teen had a mischievous grin on her face as she zipped up her bag. Plus, I can use the chance to get you something special for your birthday next month.
Tying her pink bathrobe closed, the British teen retrieved a package of leftovers from the mini-fridge and set it in the microwave to reheat. Two punches of the keypad set the device working and let Cecilia wander off to her next task. Walking to the computer in the corner, delicate fingers jiggled the mouse to wake up her terminal. Navy eyes blinked twice as the monitor turned on to show an email alert. The microwave beeped off, prompting the Briton to leave the computer as it loaded the email inbox.
Upon returning to the computer, Cecilia was surprised to find two messages waiting for her. The first was from Chelsea. “Milady, I have been working hard at the manor house. The good news is that the damage is not as bad as it could have been. There are a few shingles down, but otherwise the roof is intact. I have engaged one of the local handymen to set about the fixes. He assures me that the job will be done in two days, barring weather complications. After that, I will collect a few other items for you and then arrange my flight back to Kyoto and the Academy. If there is anything special you want from home, please don’t hesitate to inform me. Your maid and friend, Chelsea.”
Her friend’s words leaving a happy smile on her face, Cecilia opened the second message without checking the header. The Briton felt her mood die as she read the first line; suddenly forgotten food growing cold. “Cecilia Alcott, Representative Candidate of Britain. Your last report was quite disconcerting. The fact that you lost to a novice in a Rafale Revive is disgraceful. While you are at the ISA do not lose sight of your mission and what is at stake for you. Failure to perform will result in the revocation of government support. Do not make such a mistake in the future. Colonel Elizabeth Rodgers, Department of IS Research.”
Mouth suddenly dry, the British teen’s hands shook nearly uncontrollably as she closed the message. The monitor clicked off and Cecilia looked around in terror before her eyes settled on the room’s oversized mirror. Navy blue eyes, normally so calm and aristocratic, were now the size of golf balls. Her lower lip was stuck between her teeth; nominally rose colored flesh had taken the same hue as the Briton’s skin. A single bead of scarlet ran it’s way between the pale lips.
Breath coming short, Cecilia looked around the room to find escape from her problem. The British girl felt fresh sweat on her forehead as navy orbs locked onto the nightstand between the wall and the four post bed. Hope flourished in the blond teen’s chest as she almost ran to the furniture. It’s just as well that Chelsea isn’t here, Cecilia thought wryly to herself. She wouldn’t approve of this.
Near panicked hands frantically opened the single drawer. Reaching past a few knickknacks, the British teen fumbled with the object of her desire. Finally extracting her salvation, Cecilia quickly closed the drawer and sat down on the near edge of the bed. Left hand wrapped held tightly to her chest, the Briton loosened the sash of her robe and let the fabric fall to the crook her left arm. Passing the contents of her left hand to her right, Cecilia extended her fingers as she raised the free arm across her body. Even as the hand came up, a voice in her mind screamed and cried as the blond teen fought to stop the shaking of her fingers. I won’t do much. Just enough to get control. To feel better, Cecilia thought to herself, repeating the ritual mantra she used.
Heavy pounding on the wooden door brought the Briton to a motionless state; the contents of her right hand’s delicate fingers were within centimeters of the bared lower portion of her left biceps. Panic rising to a level that nearly consumed the blond girl’s mind, Cecilia tried to come up with a solution. WHY NOW?! she raged mentally even as the aggressive knocking repeated. “Wh—who is it?” stammered the British teen, desperately trying to keep her voice calm.
The door swung open, bringing the blond teen’s panic to new heights. Cecilia’s left hand quickly reseated her robe on her shoulder even as the right dropped to her side and palmed it’s contents into a pocket. Lingyin Huang strode confidently into the Briton’s bedroom with an air of ownership; the Chinese girl’s pigtails fluttered in the rapid wake of her passage. Emerald orbs tracked around the room’s opulent decor, clearly unimpressed by what they perceived. “Oh good, this is your room,” Lingyin half muttered obnoxiously. “I was getting annoyed trying to find you.”
Standing up, Cecilia walked around her bed to face the intruder who was paying close attention to the music stand. “What—what do you want here Ms. Huang?”
The petite girl said nothing as she gave the Briton a once over. Risking a look away from the fiery Chinese girl, Cecilia glanced at the mirror and was shocked by what she saw in the reflection. Her pink robe was open to the sash at her waist; the spacing accentuated her flat stomach and nearly had her breasts exposed to the shorter girl. Blushing, the blond girl quickly straightened the cloth and tightened the sash. “Why are you here, Lingyin?” Cecilia asked, her frustration getting the better of her.
Opening the violin case, Lingyin gave the instrument inside a cursory glance. One finger reached out to rub a string near the top. Cecilia hissed at the callous treatment and moved towards the smaller girl. “Don’t touch that!” she snapped angrily.
As the Briton moved to within arm’s reach, Lingyin finally showed a reaction. Keeping her body completely still, the petite Chinese teen turned only her head to face the room’s owner. Startled, the blond girl felt her anger die even as she remembered how fast Lingyin could strike. Preparing Blue Tears for rapid deployment, the British teen held herself ready to defend any possible attack. Emerald eyes tracked the position of the Briton coldly; Cecilia could feel the potential threat radiate off the skinny girl. “Stop calling me ‘Lingyin’,” the Chinese girl admonished bluntly. “I hate it the way you pronounce it ‘Linen’. I lived in Japan for a while, and my friends here called me ‘Rin’. Even you should be able to say that.”
Cecilia flushed at the demeaning treatment afforded her. The dark haired teen paid no attention as she stepped past the Briton and walked over to the desk. Examining the package of food, Rin deftly snagged one piece and popped it into her mouth. The Chinese teen’s lips had barely closed before she immediately spat out the morsel, scowling at the taste. Cecilia watched in horror as the offending food landed on her desk. “You actually eat that garbage?” Rin asked, shocked. “It’s no wonder you lost to an amateur.”
A renewed burst of anger colored the blond girl’s face, hardening navy eyes. “If you don’t like it, you’re more than welcome to leave,” Cecilia intoned sternly.
Unfazed by the taller teen’s attitude, Rin finally brought herself to face Cecilia. “Maybe in a minute. First though, I have a question.”
Still unnerved by the smaller girl, the British teen fought to keep her face calm. “A question?” echoed Cecilia, her voice barely above a whisper. Navy eyes locked on emerald as the Briton built up her resolve. “Very well. If it will let me be rid of your intrusion, what is your question?”
“Why did you stop me when I attacked that redheaded girl last week?” The inquiry, delivered guilelessly, rocked Cecilia with the force of a blow to the head. Staggering from the mental shock, the British girl almost missed the followup statement. “From what I’ve heard around campus, I figured you would have enjoyed watching me pound her.”
“I—I’m sorry, but I missed your question,” stammered the Briton. Though she was clear the other girl had spoken English, Cecilia could not make any sense of the question.
Emerald eyes narrowed as she moved closer to the taller teenager, Rin repeated herself slowly and clearly. “Why. Did. You. Stop. Me?”
Reflexively stepping away from the intruder, one hand came up to cover the blond girl’s lips. Why did I stop her? Would watching Kirika get beat have been that bad a thing? Mulling over her problem, the Briton closed her eyes and turned away from the petite girl. Sitting down on the edge of her four-post bed, Cecilia wracked her brain for an answer. “I suppose,” the blond teen started, shifting her position to face her erstwhile guest. “I suppose the answer is that I stopped you because attacking Kirika with your IS was rude. Had you merely lashed out at her, I would have done nothing. But using your IS to augment the attack was rude,” Cecilia concluded, her voice calm in it’s certainty. “And if nothing else, I abhor rudeness.”
Rin’s face clouded up as she listened to the taller girl’s statement. For a brief instant, Cecilia felt a distinct tinge of fear as the skinny girl's emerald eyes became the tiniest of slits. Heart racing, panic started to cloud the Briton’s judgment. In her mind, Cecilia saw herself extracting the contents of her pocket for the relief it provided. Finding herself past the point of caring what the Rin might think, the blond teen’s hand slid itself into the robe’s pocket and wrapped itself around the object within. Delicate fingers shivered with excitement as they started to leave the cloth enclosure. A voice not unlike her late mother’s rang clearly in her mind as she envisioned the relief that was to come.
Only to be stopped completely as the Chinese girl’s eyes opened and her face relaxed. “Okay,” Rin admitted suddenly, “I guess I can see what you’re getting at. Not that I understand the reasoning, but I can at least see it.”
Allowing herself a very shallow sigh, Cecilia relaxed the grip of her right hand while keeping the limb still. The Briton locked her navy eyes on the skinny teen as she forced herself to maintain her composure. “Is there something else?” Cecilia asked archly, doing her best impersonation of Chifuyu Orimura.
Shrugging, Rin walked silently back towards the door. Pausing as she reached for the handle, the Chinese girl looked back over her shoulder. “Why don’t you meet me for lunch tomorrow? I want to know more about that redheaded girl.” Hesitating at the suggestion, the Briton thought furiously to come up with a suitable answer. Turning back towards the room’s occupant, Rin gave the blond teen a devilish grin. “I promise it’ll be better than that slop you’re eating now.”
Not trusting her voice, Cecilia nodded meekly towards the smaller girl. Rin flashed another snaggletoothed smile back as she opened the door. “You know, you can leave your toy here so it doesn’t distract you so much,” teased Rin maliciously as she left the room.
Finally alone again, Cecilia sunk to the floor’s thick carpet as the tension drained away from her. “Well, that was...interesting,” the Briton muttered to no one in particular.
<—*—>
Golden hues framed Kirika as she walked into the main hallway of the Maintenance Branch. Blinking hazel eyes against the comparatively darker interior, the redheaded pilot strode smoothly into the labyrinth-like corridors of the building. Winding past a number of classrooms and simulation rooms, Kirika noted the number of students who seemed to focus on her.
Seems the rumor mill is in full operation, the novice pilot thought as she tried not to fixate on the cyan ribbon around her neck. Maybe if I wasn’t a first year, things might be different. A wry smile creased the teen’s thin lips. And maybe pigs are going to fly out of my ass. Sliding past two overall-clad students in a heated argument, Kirika walked through an open door into the primary repair bay.
The noise in the bay was just as loud as the last time. A blending of metal tools at work, powered winches hoisting and human voices cursing and screaming created a cacophony that rendered talk all but impossible. Even after years of being in shops just as loud, the redheaded pilot found her ears ringing from the abuse they were subjected to. Gritting her teeth, Kirika wove her way past groups of students towards the office in the corner.
Coming up the office’s closed door, the Japanese class representative rapped hard and waited patiently. Kirika barely had time to relax before a muffled voice called out, “Come in.” Opening the door, the redheaded pilot found Maintenance Branch Chief Pickett nonchalantly leaning back in her chair. “Come in and close the door behind ya,” the instructor prompted, swinging her feet back under the desk.
Kirika pushed the door closed with one hand as she strode towards the older woman. Coming to a stop near the department head, the teen held herself at rigid attention as she waited to be recognized. Looking up from her paperwork, Chief Pickett glanced back at the redheaded pilot. “Oh, siddown and stop being so formal lil' bit.” The older woman waited a moment as the student sat gingerly in the closer chat. “Ain't got time for ya to play at things. So consider yaself ordered to speak your mind.”
Blinking at the unusual statement, the Japanese student struggled to find the right words. “I guess I'm worried about my upcoming match with Lingyen Huang,” Kirika admitted sheepishly.
The pen that had been grading papers stopped instantly at the statement. “Come again?” Amanda Pickett asked, disbelief in her voice. “The same little punkette who was sure she'd win against her own classmate is worried? What has this world come down to.” Kirika's face turned a shade of red that nearly matched her hair at the characterization. Even as she opened her mouth to protest, the instructor continued on. “Lil' bit, are ya afraid because she beat ya up in front of the class?”
Kirika paused in her retort to think about her feelings. Thin lips closed and pursed as conflicting emotions bounced in the teen's head. Coming to a conclusion, Kirika settled her hazel gaze on the seated instructor. “I wouldn't say I got beat up,” she admitted. “But I might have a touch of fear.”
Chief Pickett nodded once at the statement. “Yeah, I reckon so,” the older woman agreed. “Of course, since ya got sucker punched once being a little afraid might be understandable.”
Blinking hard at the description, the redheaded student felt a twinge of pain in her chest. “What...?” Kirika nearly whispered. “How did you know about that?”
The instructor flashed a crooked smile. “Heard a couple of my trainees talk. Hard to imagine there's a second spitfire redheaded class representative. And checking with Instructor Tetsuhara gave me the rest of the details.”
“But Mrs. Tetsuhara didn't say anything when she caught us in the locker room!” Kirika protested, almost rising from her chair.
Chief Pickett motioned with one grease-stained hand, calming the volatile student. “Of course not. Had you wanted to press the matter, she might have done something. Just because you're here in the Academy doesn't mean we're going to immediately punish ya for scuffles like that.” Brown eyes narrowed as a thought crossed the teacher's mind. “Kid, ya might be smart at some things, but you're downright stupid at others. The Academy is meant to teach y'all how to use an IS, but its also a school. That means it gits to teach y'all how to interact with other people, however difficult they may be.”
Mouth dropping open at the nearly bizarre concept, the redhead's lips moved aimlessly as Kirika processed the instructor's words. The older woman smothered the grin she felt as understanding dawned in the teen's hazel eyes. Nodding as Kirika's shoulders came out of their slump, Chief Pickett picked up her pen and reached for the stack of papers. “Now was there anythin else, lil bit?”
The redheaded representative's mouth closed with an audible click as Kirika's mind caught up to the situation. “Uh....” the Japanese girl stammered, reaching for the words. “Is there a bay open? I think I need to make some adjustments to my Raiko.”
Waving the pen towards the door, Chief Pickett grunted a response. “Pretty sure bay six is open. If ya need help, ask Nafosa or Utsuho and tell them I'm authorizing it.” The words had scarcely left the older woman's mouth before the teen bowed respectfully and dashed out the office door.
<—*—>
As night's comforting embrace descended onto the Academy grounds, the students and faculty settled into their rooms for the night. In one spartan residence, Chifuyu Orimura worked diligently at her desk. Or at least she tried to work. Dark eyes drifted lazily over the latest quizzes, barely noticing the incorrect answers of her students. Instead, the teacher's gaze kept returning to the computer terminal on the desk, and the message displayed on it. Her worry growing, Chifuyu opened the lowest drawer on her right side and withdrew a bottle of scotch and a glass. Both got set onto the surface as a foot nudged the opening shut.
Pouring a sloppy measure of the amber liquid into the tumbler, the former Brunhilde drained her drink in a single swallow. Savoring the burning tingle on her tongue, Chifuyu refilled her glass and glared at the terminal in an effort to change the message. The tumbler came off the desk even as the bedroom door came open and Maya Yamada walked in with the slightest rustle of fabric from her yellow dress. The junior teacher had a second stack of papers in her hands, taking a practiced scan of the room. Chifuyu, seated at her desk in her track suit, perfectly normal. But it was the sight of her friend holding the glass that stopped the junior teacher cold. Quickly stepping past the doorway, Maya quietly shut the door behind her, never taking her olive gaze off the senior instructor.
“What's wrong Chifuyu,” Maya asked softly in Japanese as she moved towards her friend. “You've been good about keeping your drinking to the weekends.” Frowning at the dripping concern in her junior's voice, the dark haired teacher drank her scotch and motioned at the computer screen with her empty glass. Leaning over her senior, Maya read the brief message being displayed. “The German government requests that you accept their trainee into your class?”
Chifuyu just grunted as she refilled her glass a third time. The junior instructor placed one hand gently on her friend's arm, keeping the older woman from drinking. Dark eyes flared in outrage once, but Chifuyu kept her silence. “I'm not sure I see the problem, Orimura-sensei. We still have a few spaces left in our class. One more person wouldn't be a difficulty.”
Breaking the shorter woman's grip, the dark haired instructor drained her glass in a single gulp. The tumbler came down solidly onto the desk with a resounding thump. “The problem,” Chifuyu began, her voice carrying a hint of a slur from the alcohol, “is that I know the particular trainee.”
That statement earned a hard blink as Maya turned to face her companion. Chifuyu's model-quality features were flushed, and the shorter woman could see dark eyes blood-shot even through their dilated nature. “And why is that a problem, Orimura-sensei?” Maya prompted gently.
Pushing away from the desk, the former Brunhilde turned to face her assistant. Drawing up her will, Chifuyu concentrated on what she wanted to say. “Four years ago, my brother Ichika was kidnapped by a still unknown group. I got info from the German government to go and rescue him, but—“ the dark haired woman's voice broke as memories overwhelmed her. Maya gripped her friend's hands consolingly as she waited for the story to resume. A soft hiccup that was almost a sob escaped the seated woman momentarily. “But,” Chifuyu continued, “he died in the rescue attempt.
“Regardless, at the time of his abduction, I had offered to help with the German program for the information. After his funeral, I went to Germany and worked with their IS pilot development.” Bloodshot eyes looked up past the now-taller woman's glasses to fix on Maya's olive gaze. A wry smile broke the seated teacher's steely face. “In a lot of ways, it was a good choice at the time. I threw myself wholly into the work. It was similar to dealing with the students now, except the German military had a few less restrictions than we do here.”
Maya smiled halfheartedly at the joke. “Your severe teaching methods have been the highlight of many staff meetings,” the green-haired teacher acknowledged. “I swear, if it wasn't for the overall test results of your classes and the performance of your graduates, we'd both be out of a job.”
Chifuyu's smile grew brittle as she launched back into her story. “Anyway, I managed to lose track of time as I worked for them. I remember going over reports one night in my room, doing lesson plans for the next couple of weeks. I checked the dates on the calendar and abruptly realized it was Ichika's birthday tomorrow. 'I can't believe I forgot that, I'll have to mail him something priority and give him a call to wish him well,' I thought.”
Gasping as she intuited the story's outcome, Maya reached consolingly for the taller woman's hands. “Then it all came back to me. His kidnapping, my rescue attempt,” Chifuyu admitted in a deathly calm tone. The next words came out fast and harsh. “My failure. Having Ichika die in my arms.”
A shiver went down the younger woman's spine as tears threatened to form in her olive eyes. The senior teacher failed to notice, lost in her memories. “The weight of what happened overwhelmed me. I decided I wouldn't, I couldn't live with myself. Went into my private bathroom. Broke the mirror,” Chifuyu paused to roll her wrists up, displaying a series of vicious scars. “I took the biggest shard and slashed my wrist Got three good cuts and then moved to my other hand.”
Whimpering in shared agony, Maya pulled her friend into a tight embrace. The elder teacher's voice continued, muffled as it came out of the shorter woman's buxom chest. “One of my trainees had come to check on me because I hadn't been at dinner with them like usual. They found me, got help and managed to save my life.”
Chifuyu's voice paused as a couple of sobs wracked her body. Maya kept one hand in her friend's dark hair as the other moved soothingly along the older woman's back. The two women remained like that for a period, Chifuyu crying and Maya holding her close. As the tears stopped falling onto the tops of her breasts, Maya drew a shallow breath to calm herself. “We've been working together for three years. And I'd like to think we've been friends all that time. So why didn't you tell me this before now, Orimura-sensei,” she whispered softly.
“Because I wanted to forget how weak I was, Yamada-kun.” The words, delivered in a matter-of-fact tone, brought new tears to olive eyes that made Maya's glasses nearly useless. Struggling with her own emotions, the younger woman leaned her head against the dark locks pressed into her cleavage.
After composing herself, Maya muttered into the crown of her friend's head. “I would never think you're weak, Chifuyu.” The elder teacher made no sign of having heard the message. Soft warm pulses passed through the fabric of Maya's dress in time with her companion's breath. Giving Chifuyu a couple of moments longer to compose herself, the younger woman thought furiously to find a solution. “So what do you want to do about the new student?” Maya inquired delicately. “We can always tell them that we don't have space in the class.”
The former Brunhilde pushed herself away from the standing woman's embrace and wiped at bloodshot eyes. A sniffle or two took years off the woman's face, giving her the appearance of a small child who had had a rough day. “No,” Chifuyu admitted, her voice thoughtful. “If they're sending who I think they are, then I would be the best choice for dealing with her. Yes we have previous history. But I have to believe we can use that past to help keep her under control.”
Frowning at the logic being presented, the green-haired teacher considered her options. “Well okay,” Maya conceded. “Does Director Bogdanova know about this request and the implications?”
“That white-haired witch?” Chifuyu asked, standing and moving away from her desk. “I have to guess she does. But we both know she'd probably flash that Mona Lisa smile and refuse to answer any questions if we asked. But since the request had to come through channels, Bogdanova would have been at least given a copy.” The dark haired teacher's voice paused as a thought crossed her mind. “Hell, she probably authorized the request knowing my history.”
Maya grunted noncommittally as she turned back towards the door. The younger woman had managed to take only one step in the direction of the exit before a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. Glancing back over her shoulder, Maya saw her coworker's face flushed with a different sort of intoxicant. “Chifuyu...?”
The senior teacher tipped her head forward and grazed her lips on the exposed collarbone. “Well, since you're here now,” Chifuyu murmured, the sensation of her hot breath against cool skin eliciting a shiver from the shorter woman, “and you did say we were friends...”
“Well maybe 'friends' was the wrong choice of words,” Maya admitted huskily. Olive eyes closed as a set of kisses trailed up to the lobe of her right ear. “And you've been drinking scotch, which tends to make you horny...” Maya quipped. Chifuyu responded by rimming the shorter woman's ear, then sucking the lobe between her teeth. A moan escaped the assistant teacher's lips as she felt her body start to warm up to the idea.
Disengaging herself carefully, Maya twisted in her senior's grip to bring the two women face to face. Tilting her head back, the junior teacher parsed her lips open to receive the waiting kiss. Curling her tongue around Chifuyu's, Maya let herself fall into familiar patterns as the taller woman's hands pulled them closer. Exhilarated by the smoky taste of whisky in her friend's mouth, the green-haired occupant felt a smile crease her lips in between kisses.
Olive eyes snapped open as Chifuyu's hands slid down to her voluptuous ass and squeezed hard. Before she could breathe a protest, the former Brunhilde lifted the younger teacher off the ground with casual strength. Maya quickly hooked her legs over Chifuyu's hips and shifted her head to kiss the taller woman's neck, suckling lightly at she felt herself being carried.
Two fast paces brought the firm mattress of the bed under the two lover's bodies. Comforted by the weight under her, Maya leaned forward and pulled her dress over her head before settling on the simple furniture. Throwing the garment to the side, the junior teacher took off her glasses and carefully set them onto the nightstand. Chifuyu unzipped her track suit top to reveal a functional black lace bra; the pants slid down to show off matching underwear. Tipping forward, the older woman fell onto her reclining lover, barely catching her weight on strong arms. Pressed momentarily in the mattress, the green-haired teacher felt a minor thrill as her senior resumed kissing at the exposed collarbone.
Moving downward with each kiss, the former Brunhilde grazed her lips into the open neckline of Maya's reinforced bra. Dragging her tongue along the tops of the massive breasts, Chifuyu slid her hands behind her lover and undid the restraining garment. Amazed at the shape of the school's legendary bosom, even when lying down, the older woman took one puffy nipple into her mouth and suckled it.
A passionate moan started deep in Maya's chest before quickly sliding out opened lips. Encouraged, the raven-haired teacher tweaked the right nipple as her tongue danced on the left. The over-sized bra was tugged away by the free hand and was thrown carelessly off the bed. Breaking away from the object of her current attention, Chifuyu placed her head between the massive organs. Humming loudly into Maya's sternum, the elder woman proceeded to thrash her head amid the fleshy embrace.
Olive eyes closed as new waves of pleasure rolled through the green-haired teacher. Biting her lip to stifle the moan she felt, Maya wrapped dainty hands around her lover's shoulders. Pausing a moment to catch her breath, the senior teacher began a series of kisses, touches and caresses as she moved downward. As she reached the shorter woman's belly button, Chifuyu kissed the rim and earning a shudder from the supine instructor. Emboldened, the raven-haired teacher grazed around Maya's navel; each placement had the older woman's tongue trace letters from the Japanese alphabet on soft skin.
Maya hooked her hands under Chifuyu's arms and pulled before the senior teacher could move lower. Inquisitive eyes glanced back up momentarily as the raven-haired woman let herself be stopped. Working with her lover, Chifuyu slowly dragged her silk-clad breasts over the green-haired woman's exposed skin. Maya tensed up as her excitement hit a new peak when already erect nipples were teased by the simple motion Chifuyu offered.
Forcing her limbs to work in the glow of her small orgasm, Maya pulled her raven-haired senior higher. Understanding dawned in Chifuyu's eyes as she braced her arms against the wall and arched her back, pushing her breasts towards waiting lips. Tugging carefully at the fabric with her teeth, the younger woman exposed one nipple the color of potting soil. Taking the proffered nub firmly between her lips, Maya was rewarded as it distended and grew in her mouth.
The green-haired teacher ran her hands down her lover's sides to rest above the band of black panties. Gooseflesh erupted all along the Chifuyu's exposed skin as her body reacted to the ministrations it underwent. Skimming her fingertips upwards, Maya reached for the front closure of her lover's bra. Just shy of her goal, the green-haired teacher came across something unexpected that stopped her hand's journey. Olive eyes widened as Maya felt a scar situated beneath Chifuyu's breasts.
Noticing the abrupt interruption in the other woman's activity, the senior teacher's eyes looked down at her companion. Forestalling any comment, Chifuyu took hold of the younger woman's dainty hand and placed it between her own bosom. A momentary burst of concern crossed Maya's face; Chifuyu's strong hand squeezed lightly, working the younger woman's fingers like a puppeteer. The black satin bra fell open without a sound, the cups coming to rest under the former Brunhilde's arms. Olive eyes relaxed and softened before closing as Maya bent her head back and flicked a flattened tongue out against the exposed nipple. Chifuyu moaned softly as her body sang from attention paid to it.
The green-haired teacher had scarcely been working her lover's breasts before the taller woman tensed up and shook once. Leaning away from the wall, Chifuyu enjoyed the moment of bliss, focusing to keep the weight from pressing down on the woman underneath her. Maya raised her hips up to press against the taller woman's groin as a teasing glint settled in her olive eyes. Looking down, a seductive grin played out on Chifuyu's lips as possibilities danced in her mind..
Rolling to the side, the senior teacher pulled Maya into a sensuous kiss, their tongues dancing enthusiastically. Needing more from the contact, Chifuyu slipped her knee between the green-haired teacher's legs and bringing a toned thigh to rest against delicate folds. Olive eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, the green-haired teacher caught on immediately and copied her lover's action.
Satisfied, the former Brunhilde started rocking in an escalating rhythm; the activity earned a series of squeaks from the bed frame beneath the two women. Closing dark eyes against the building passion, Chifuyu savored the increasing tension brought about by the slender thigh against her womanhood. Maya's breath grew ragged in the senior teacher's ear; the tiniest hint of concern crossed Chifuyu's mind that a student might hear their activity. A new wave of pleasure rocked through the dark haired teacher, erasing any possible worries.
Panting quickly, Maya tensed up as her climax hit, dragging manicured nails against the toned muscles of her lover's back. Stifling a moan through clenched teeth, Chifuyu felt her own body reach a peak, but not go far enough. Olive eyes focused past the post-coital haze to see a face on the edge of release, triggering a fresh wave of desire in the shorter woman. Sliding one hand into sodden black panties, two dainty fingers worked their way in Chifuyu's dripping womanhood.
A gasp, muted in deference to the location, popped out of the raven-haired teacher's throat. Maya smiled lustily as she curled her encompassed fingers in just the way experience showed her lover enjoyed it most. Her thumb worked on it's own to reach out and caress a particularly extended nub.
The extra stimulation was just what was exactly what the raven-haired teacher needed. Strong arms wrapped tightly around the smaller woman, pulling Maya into a nearly smothering embrace. Chifuyu's dark eyes closed as she all but screamed her orgasm into her girlfriend's shoulder. As the waves of pleasure faded from her body, the raven-haired teacher collapsed onto her back, pulling her lover on top so their breasts continued to rub together.
The two women relaxed in the afterglow of their activities; athletic bodies completely drained from the exertions. Resting her head on Chifuyu's shoulder, Maya listened as the raven-haired teacher's breathing slowed to a normal pace. Skimming her right hand up a sweat-covered torso, the green-haired teacher stopped just shy of her lover's breasts. A shiver ran through the former Brunhilde but she said nothing.
“I don't recognize this one” Maya said quietly, tracing her fingers over the newest scar. “And I'd like to think I'd know about it given how often we do this sort of thing....”
Chifuyu grunted lightly but didn't open her eyes. The green-haired teacher sighed as she felt the rhythmic rise and fall of the older woman's chest under her. “You won't stop me by pretending to be asleep, Chifuyu,” Maya warned in her strictest teacher's tone.
One dark eye opened halfway, appraising the stern expression on her paramour's face. “Who's pretending?” Chifuyu muttered as she let the eye close again. “You wore me out this time. But you're right, you don't recognize it. We've been a bit more distant the last couple of months,” the former Brunhilde admitted sleepily. “This scar is the biggest reason. I didn't know how to tell you about it and was dreading having to explain what happened.”
Maya frowned but waited for the explanation. The raven-haired teacher paused as she tried to find the right words, her lips going pale from the pressure against one another. “You remember when I visited Ichika's—“, Chifuyu winced as the next word brought up new bile in her throat, “grave on his last birthday? While you were gone, someone else decided to pay me a visit. And he brought a very sharp friend with him.”
Olive eyes grew to the size of golf balls as Maya's breath caught in her chest. Feeling the reaction through her skin, the former Brunhilde wrapped one arm around her lover's shoulders. “So I got attacked by this guy. Pretty good with his blade, but not good enough. I got this scar before I could finally took away his toy and break it. We talked for a while, and he came to realize it was a terrible misunderstanding.” A tiny twinge of guilt crossed Chifuyu's mind as she lied to her girlfriend, but it was the minority voice at the moment.
A normally happy person, Maya breathed a quick prayer of thanks that her lover's eyes were closed. Had those dark orbs been paying attention, Chifuyu might have seen the look of sheer anger on the younger woman's face. As it was, Maya felt a cold numbness settle in her chest. “Why didn't you tell me about it sooner Chifuyu? I've been upset that I did something wrong all this time.”
The draped hand lifted slightly before it moved down to settle between the younger woman's shoulders. “I guess...” the former Brunhilde started softly, the words coming hesitantly. “I guess it's because I didn't want to worry you. If you had known about it, you might have told administration and they could have put a security detail on me.” Brown eyes opened to fix Maya with a sobering look. “I don't think I could live with myself having a bunch of people surrounding me for my protection.”
Nodding mechanically at the statement, the green-haired teacher closed her olive eyes in thought. I probably would have contacted administration, Maya admitted to herself. And they would have put a detail on her. Admin's attitude tends to be a bit excessive when it comes to protecting it's interests. But there might be another way. Leveraging herself up somewhat, the junior teacher brought her face close to her lover's. “Chifuyu, I won't tell admin about what happened. But you have to be honest with me from here on out, okay? I love you after all, and that should count for something.”
Chifuyu blinked in shock as the words sunk in. “I'm sorry Maya. I know you love me. Maybe that's part of the problem. I just didn't want to ruin the image you have of me. Just promise me that you won't go super-protective on me, Maya?”
Opening her eyes, the younger woman locked the dark-haired teacher with a serious gaze. “I will protect you, Chiufuy-sensei, but I will still leave you some space.” Chifuyu started to speak, but was interrupted by a gesture from the shorter woman. “You promise me that will not keep anything like this from me in the future. If I find out you held something back from me, not only will I tell admin, but we'll be through. Deal?”
The answer came of it's own accord. “Deal.”
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