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Second Chances	By : walkerofdarkness Category: +G to L > IS: Infinite Stratos Views: 4423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 6

It is the remarkable characteristic of strong races,
as of honourable [women], to keep their tempers in the face
of disappointment, and never to lose a just sense of proportion
Winston Churchill
Waiting at the door, Cecilia Alcott steeled her resolve as she forced her heart to calm down. No match or battle in the Briton's past had prepared her for the challenge that was on the other side of the steel barrier in front of her. Taking one last deep breath to relax herself, Cecilia pushed the release on the door and stepped out into the light.
The last week had been rough for the British Representative Candidate. Conversations had their way of ending abruptly in her presence. A number of upperclassmen had been openly staring as she walked by. Even the members of her tennis club had grown distant with Cecilia. Failure. Reject. Loser. The comments had never been said directly to her, but the Briton knew they were all talking about her.
Navy eyes blinking against the sudden brightness, Cecilia found her goal in sight. The school's gossip networks had been commenting endlessly on the world's only male pilot. What he wore casually, what he was seen eating in the cafeteria, any offhand comments he made and their possible meanings. And of course, where and whom he took his lunch with. Finding Ichika Orimura was easy if you knew who to talk with. And while her standing in the school might be in question, the Briton did know a few tricks.
Projecting an air of confidence she didn't feel, Cecilia strode out onto the roof with a model's practiced gait. The casual-looking motion was designed to draw the viewer's eyes and entice the mind. Ichika's eyes instantly locked onto the British teen's form, causing a minor surge of elation behind navy eyes. Adding a subtle hint of extra motion on her hips, Cecilia smiled inwardly as she watched Ichika track her progress. The male pilot's chopsticks froze in mid-action, food temporarily forgotten.
Houki Shinonono, with her back mostly towards the door, looked up from her lunch to find her companion sitting rigidly in place. Glancing over her left shoulder, the kendoka caught sight of Cecilia's approach. The British teen caught a hint of the Japanese's girl typical scowl deepening as she sauntered up next to them. Smiling pleasantly, the Briton stopped the proper distance away and held up the small parcel she had brought along. “Pleasant day isn't it? May I join you two?” Cecilia asked, her voice filled with optimism.
Both Japanese teens blinked at the question and then exchanged a glance. Cecilia felt her confidence falter as she waited for a response from the roommates. A tiny voice whispered the British teen's mind at the enormity of the mistake she was making. The moment passed from consideration into awkwardness and Cecilia started to grow embarrassed at her situation. Shoulders slumping, the British teen spun around, creating a miniature blond tornado as long hair swished in her wake. The sound of heels clicking on the roof echoed loudly in Cecilia's ears before she realized someone was talking to her. “Cecilia wait,” Ichika said firmly. “Please, join us.”
Returning to her seated classmates, the British Representative Candidate pulled at her long skirt as she knelt close to Ichika. His roommate's face radiated a fierce disapproval in the other girl's proximity, then disappeared behind an inscrutable mask. Cecilia noted that Ichika followed her motions intently, his dark eyes drinking in every motion. His fixation with her activities distracted the Briton from the brief flare of pain as she settled onto the roof's hot surface. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice as polite as only a lifetime of strict parenting could instill.
Ichika didn't answer as he went back to manipulating his chopsticks, focusing on his lunch. Houki's eyes narrowed as she eyed the package the Briton was still holding. “This is a bit unusual for you Cecilia,” she stated, the kendoka's voice a pale imitation of their teacher.
“Oh?” Cecilia inquired, finally acknowledging the other girl's existence. “Ah, well. I decided it was time to make a few changes. I'm not intruding on anything important am I?” The British teen's tone was studiously pleasant, but Houki couldn't help but note the firmness in it.
“No, it's just lunch,” the kendoka admitted bluntly as she deftly worked her chopsticks to resume eating. Setting down the parcel in front of her, the blond girl opened it to reveal a handful of sandwiches. At least the items looked like sandwiches: slices of bread with an unidentifiable meat and lettuce between them. Both Japanese students felt a minor surge of unease as foreign smells drifted up from the box. “That smells...distinctive,” Houki commented neutrally.
The British teen's face perked up at the observation. “It's just a little piece of home. While I am not against sampling other cultures, sometimes you just want to enjoy something familiar.” Selecting one of the triangle-cut wedges at random, Cecilia brought it up to to her mouth and took a bite. A minor squeak escaped the Briton's lips as she swallowed loudly. “I must apologize for my actions Ichika,” Cecilia blurted as her mouth emptied.
The male pilot blinked hard and looked up from his meal. “What do you mean?” Ichika asked innocently. “Houki told you it was just us having lunch.”
Fair skin flushed red in frustration as the British teen stopped eating her sandwich mid-chew. Working quickly to swallow the morsel, Cecilia focused on keeping her calm with her classmate. “I meant about my actions after our match last week. As Instructor Orimura explained to me at length, it was improper to attack you like I did once the duel had concluded.”
Ichika's chopsticks dangled precariously as he considered his classmate's words. “Ah,” he finally conceded. “Well, it wasn't a big deal to me. If it makes you feel better then consider it forgiven.”
“That's it?” Navy eyes blinked hard at the male pilot's casual acceptance. “You mean you don't hold it against me?”
Brown eyes looked naively from his food to stare at the blond teen. “Sure. I asked...Instructor Orimura,” Ichika stated with a slight wince, “about what you did that evening. I was told, 'she was just worked up from the fight and I'm sure it won't happen again'.”
A blush worked its way across the Briton's face as Cecilia recalled the stern admonishment received at the hands of their instructor. Every word had been delivered with a heart surgeon's precision; even softened by her matter-of-fact tone Chifuyu Orimura had nearly brought the British student to tears. Afterwards, being forced to run laps around the campus in Blue Tears with the PIC disengaged was almost a kindness. “Yes,” agreed Cecilia distantly. “It won't happen again.”
Houki's sapphire eyes narrowed slightly at the Briton's vague confirmation. “So...” the kendoka drawled out, stretching the word out to an impossible length. “What did you bring for lunch Cecilia?”
“Oh, it's just a couple of simple sandwiches,” Cecilia admitted as she offered the package to the male pilot first. “Would you care to try one, Ichika dear?”
Eyeing the foreign cuisine warily as he worked up his courage, Ichika looked for a way to get out of his situation. Sensing her roommate's hesitation, the kendoka added her own encouragement. “Yes, Ichika dear,” Houki teased, “go ahead and try it.”
Pulling one sandwich from the box, the male pilot felt something squelch in his hand as the object came to rest. The bread had a somewhat greasy feeling to it and even the lettuce visible looked off. Raising the food to his mouth, Ichika took a tentative bite of the sandwich, utterly ignoring the warnings from his nose. His lips had barely closed around the morsel before his tongue instantly reported it’s displeasure. Spitting out the food messily, he stared at Cecilia’s expectant expression. “Are you trying to poison me because I won the class rep job?!”
Houki’s sapphire eyes grew to the size of tea saucers as her outrage grew. “ICHIKA YOU DUMB ASS,” his roommate snapped in Japanese. “You can’t just go accusing a person of something like that!”
“But it’s true,” the male IS pilot responded in the same language. “This food is terrible.”
Houki sighed and picked up a second portion of the sandwich. “It can’t be that bad.” Taking a hearty bite, the kendoka’s face grew pale as the various flavors competed for dominance. Keeping her face stoically controlled, Houki swallowed loudly. “You’re right,” the raven-haired teen agreed in Japanese. “It’s like a party in my mouth and everyone is vomiting.”
“What exactly are you two talking about?” Cecilia snapped, her voice growing shrill. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
The roommates shared a glance, letting their experiences of living together pass messages silently. “I was rebuking Ichika for his thoughtless comment,” the kendoka admitted. “Your meal isn’t bad, it just more different than he expected.”
Ichika nodded vigorously at the explanation. “Yeah I apologize. It’s just really different. I suppose there’s room for improvement.”
A lot of room for improvement, Houki agreed silently.
—*—
The IS maneuvering on the training course was a thing of beauty to behold. An observer could watch the artistic moves delivered in a graceless and utilitarian manner and still be awestruck by the power of the unit. Targets popping up randomly around the course were dealt with immediately by close and ranged weaponry, as the pilot's whims dictated.
“It is truly a sight to witness,” muttered Lieutenant Lien Rong, giving a voice to her thoughts. Dark eyes tracked the IS longingly as the unit descended towards the ground. Finished with her run, the pilot landed and dismissed the IS in a shimmer of light. To think, they gave such power to a mere child! Lieutenant Rong thought furiously as a blank mask settled onto her face.
General Peng Xi-Wang nodded marginally at the statement. Though it was improper for a junior officer, and a mere woman at that, to speak out of place, the commanding officer of the Chinese IS forces had to agree with the sentiment. Watching the IS in motion was beautiful, doubly so because of his relationship with the pilot.
Approaching the two adults, the girl was skinny to the point of being skeletal. Her pink and white IS suit was taut against her skin, but the clingy material revealed the small breasts hinting at femininity. Wheat colored hair had been tied into a pair of pigtails that fell past her nonexistent hips. Emerald eyes shone proudly as Lingyin Huang strode confidently off the landing area and stretched tight muscles. “So how was that?” The petite pilot asked, her voice tinged with pride.
“We'll need to check the results on the computer to be certain, but I was impressed.” General Xi-Wang admitted neutrally. Handing over a water bottle to the teen, the general waited as Lingyin drank heartily. “I have something to discuss with you, child.”
Wiping away spilled fluid, the shortest member of the group looked up inquisitively. “Please uncle, tell me,” Lingyin responded in her politest tone.
The general extended his hand to the aide at his side without looking. Lieutenant Rong promptly deposited a folder with crimson edging into her superior's grip with the soft rustling of paper. Passing the document to the pilot, General Xi-Wang gestured for his niece to read it. Intrigued, Lingyin opened it to see a cover sheet stamped with the secrecy notations. Flipping past the warnings, the pilot's emerald eyes widened as she saw an image on the second page.
Nodding sagaciously, General Xi-Wang kept his voice neutral. “We got a report from sources in the Infinite Stratos Academy a day prior to official notice from it. You are looking at the world's only male pilot of an IS. Last week, he beat the Representative Candidate for Britain in his first sanctioned match. There was some stories that he had flown a battle months ago, but we have been unable to get confirmation.”
Looking up from the paper, Lingyin scanned her uncle's face curiously. “So what does this have to do with me,” the pilot inquired defensively.
Aged skin crinkled at the corners of dark eyes in a nearly mirthful gesture. “Because, my niece, we are going to send you to the ISA next week.”
Lingyin's hands tightened notably, crumpling the document into uselessness. The pilot's emerald eyes narrowed dangerously as implications ran through her mind. “And why do I have to go?” Lingyin asked coldly. “I already turned them down a couple of months ago at the start of the session.”
Realizing the potential threat in his niece, the general chose his next words with the utmost care. “My little dragon, I told them the exact same thing,” he said soothingly, “but it was decided by the Party leaders that we needed to send our best for this. And the Party is all.”
“The Party is all,” both women echoed in solemn voices.
The moment hung in the air between the three people as thoughts raced in their minds. Growing bored, Lingyin finally broke the silence. “So what exactly will be I doing there?”
General Xi-Wang broke into the slightest of smiles as he heard the acceptance in his niece's voice. “We'll tell them you decided unexpectedly to join the session. To them, you're just another student who's there to learn.” A devious smirk graced the elderly man's face. “Unofficially, you will be there to find the male pilot and acquire his data using any means you choose as long as you don't cause an incident. We can't afford to lose face among the other countries.”
The pilot's thin face broke into a frown at the description of the mission. “You mean I have to be a spy?”
“It is regrettable, but necessary,” the general assured with a nod. The teen's eyes narrowed as she rubbed her chin with one hand. Taking advantage of her deliberations, her uncle pressed on. “Given your age, you will be placed into the first year students along with the male pilot, this...”
“Ichika Orimura,” Lieutenant Rong supplied helpfully.
“Yes, Ichika Orimura,” the general repeated. “Find him, get his IS data and your mission is done. I was told by the Defense Minister himself that a successful completion will result in a promotion, privileges and other rewards for you.”
“Well,” Lingyin muttered, her words somewhat muffled behind her hand. “I guess I could use someone else to pound on,” she conceded arrogantly, “because it's getting boring working over the other trainees and this course.”
Hope blossomed in the general's chest at the pilot's reaction. Maybe we shouldn't have nicknamed her 'little dragon,' mused General Xi-Wang as he recalled various incidents during Lingyin's training. She does have a tendency to be proud and breathe fire though. “Before you go, are there any improvements you think we need for the Shenlong?”
The pilot reopened the water bottle as she closed her emerald eyes in thought. “The thrusters seem a tad sluggish on the response time. We might need to have research look into that. The overall power seems fine, but the acceleration feels low.”
Looking over at the junior officer, the general noted with satisfaction as she took notes. “Anything else?”
Another swallow of water prohibited an immediate reply. “My Souten Gagetsu could really stand to be lighter. The cuts are fine on their penetration but it's hard to make a suitable follow up.” Upending the remainder of the bottle over her head, Lingyin savored the cooling effect on exposed skin.
“Perhaps it is merely the pilot's inability to use it correctly,” muttered Lieutenant Rong under her breath before she realized what was being said.
Emerald eyes snapped open at the slight. Even as an apology began to form on the older woman's lips, the teen reacted with a speed that would shame a cobra. A purple fist the size of a melon lashed out and punched the lieutenant once in the head. Reeling from the vicious impact, the lieutenant landed on the ground with a solid thud. Crawling backwards away from her assailant, Lieutenant Rong began to sputter out an apology to both for her actions.
But Lingyin wasn't through with her victim yet. Looming over the supine woman, the enraged teen stomped down hard on the closest hand. A muted pop resulted and the lieutenant felt fire as delicate bones snapped under the abuse. Rolling onto her left side, the older woman's dark eyes watered as she silently tried to beg the general to intercede.
Peng Xi-Wang was of two mindsets as he watched the beating progress. Do I really want to try to stop my little dragon while she's angry, or is this aide's life worth the potential trouble? Wracking his brain for a solution, his niece forced his hand. The pilot wrapped the metal-shod hand around the defenseless woman's head. Oversized purple fingers nearly touching behind the junior officer's skull, Lingyin leaned in and began squeezing the IS' gauntlet shut and earning a fresh round of screams from the lieutenant.
“Stop.” General Xi-Wang's voice was firm, freezing both women in place. Lieutenant Rong's hands were grasping Shenlong's gauntlet in a futile effort to dislodge the IS. Lingyin snapped her gaze away from her victim to glare at her uncle; her emerald eyes blazed with a laser-like intensity that could have reduced a city to ash. “You have done enough,” the general admonished curtly.
Lingyin's eyes narrowed dangerously as she frowned, letting her omnipresent snaggletooth poke out. Glancing back down at her victim, an evil grin settled on the teen's face. The pinky finger of Shenlong's hand curled away from the lieutenant's head only to jab straight into the newly exposed cheek. In a near-deliberate crawl, the armored digit ran a path from earlobe to chin. The lieutenant's screams rose to new heights of volume and octaves as blood stained the purple metal. Finished with her work, the pilot stepped away from the sobbing junior officer and looked back at her uncle. “Now,” Lingyin boasted defiantly, dismissing Shenlong's gauntlet in a shimmer of light, “she's learned her lesson.”
General Xi-Wang tried to keep his face passive as he looked down on the now-disfigured woman. “I'll have her transferred somewhere else by the end of the day,” he said neutrally. “We'll just send her clothes on to her when she gets there.” Kneeling over Lieutenant Rong, the general made sure no blood would get on his uniform. “As for you, lieutenant,” General Xi-Wang berated coldly, “you would do well to remember that women may made some gains with the introduction of the IS, but this is still China.” Standing up, the old soldier straightened non-existent wrinkles in his coat. “And she would have been right to kill you.”
Taking his niece by the arm, the two family members walked away cordially, leaving the junior officer still bleeding on the tarmac. “Is there something else you wanted to talk about, uncle?” Lingyin asked, intuiting his need for privacy.
A slight frown broke through the impassive mien. “Well, this is more of a family matter than a professional one, niece.”
Lingyin's eyes widened as she openly frowned at the thought of a family matter. “What do you mean?”
After seeing her volatile nature in action, the old soldier tried to find the right way to say it. “I know that you have been a bit unhappy since your parents divorced three years ago. I just wanted to ask you to, well, talk with your father since you'll be close to him.”
“Why should I care about him since he abandoned the family for that whore?” The teen snarled vehemently as emerald orbs became slits.
Moving in front of the petite teen, General Xi-Wang gave her a disapproving look that only decades of military service can impart. Lingyin matched his gaze defiantly for a heartbeat before dropping her eyes to the ground. The two stood in silence as the pilot tried to get her confidence back. “Yes, your father was wrong to leave your mother,” Peng muttered quietly, placating his relative. “But he has never been good with change. Still, he is your father.” Gripping the teen's chin lightly, the general brought his niece's gaze back to his own. “And he is my brother.”
Pouting defiantly, the pilot nodded once. “I won't promise to make things right between us,” Lingyin conceded, “but as a favor to you uncle I will at least talk to him.”
—*—
Draping her towel across slim shoulders, Maya Yamada mentally rechecked her wardrobe as she closed the door behind her. The hallways in the evening were crowded as students rushed to get from place to place in time. Despite their apparent need for urgency, every girl Maya passed gave the instructor a dutiful nod and plenty of space to pass. And here I just wanted to be friends with them, whined the voluptuous teacher mentally.
Coming out of the dormitory and heading towards the arena, the crisp fall air felt rejuvenating on Maya's skin. Not too cold yet, but the heat is gone. I hope it's a sign that it'll be a good winter. Mulling over the message that had shown up in her queue before she left, the green-haired teacher entered the arena complex and walked straight to her destination.
Rounding one corner, Maya came to the entrance of her goal and walked in confidently. Upon opening the door to the gym, the sharp tang of sweat and metal assaulted the assistant teacher's nose. Olive eyes blinked hard as a scan of the room revealed the gym to be nearly empty. Moving between the various machines, Maya nodded in greeting to an unfamiliar teacher on a treadmill as she approached her senior.
Flat on her back, wearing only boyshorts and a sports bra, Chifuyu Orimura's model-like figure impressed even when covered in sweat. Hands gripped firmly on the weight bar, brown eyes flickered to the visitor as arms ran through motions with mechanical precision. Maya looked at the set of weights attached to the bar and added up the values. “Only one-sixty kilos, Chifuyu? That's a bit under your usual,” the green-haired teacher teased playfully. “You feel okay?”
“Just warming up while I'm waiting for you,” Chifuyu replied evenly, panting in time with the exercise. “You're late.”
Maya tossed her towel on a nearby machine as she stripped out of her street clothes. Unzipping the light jacket revealed a tank top that ended just shy of her waist, but high enough to let her midriff peak out. The sweatpants came down to expose yellow gym shorts tied neatly above Maya's hips. Turning to place her clothes next to the towel, the green-haired teacher felt her companion's dark gaze on her back momentarily. “Looking good,” Chifuyu muttered in between sets of her lifts.
Grinning over her shoulder, Maya adjusted the resistance and started her own routine. The two women exercised in companionable silence, relaxing as they enjoyed the activity. Chifuyu rocked the bar home and moved to a leg press machine. “So was there a reason you're late?” The senior instructor asked as she settled into place.
“Well,” her junior intoned, taking a moment to catch her breath. “I got a couple of messages right as I started to leave. Had to deal with them.”
Dark eyes flickered around the room nonchalantly. The gym's third occupant had finished her workout and was dabbing at sweat as she exited through the far door. Supporting the weight firmly on her thighs, Chifuyu looked over at her assistant expectantly. “Was it a problem?”
Finished with the particular set, Maya rose and wiped off the support. “Not really, no,” the green-haired teacher admitted as she changed positions and started a different workout motion. “There was a pair of notifications from Assistant Director Bogdanova. It seems that we're getting two new transfer students in a few weeks. I did see your name on the mail header, so I'm sure they're waiting for you as well.”
Grunting with the exertion, the dark-haired teacher felt her legs burn from her workout. “Happen to remember the details?”
The green-haired teacher froze mid-motion, struggling to recall the email. Chifuyu paused in her own routine to admire the sight: Maya's normally vibrant olive eyes had a slight vacancy to them, one leg frozen in a fully extended position. A slight twinge of excitement ran through the older woman's body as dark eyes hesitated on various portions of her friend's physique. Shaking herself into activity, Maya dropped her leg back to the ground. “I can't remember the first country, but there was something odd in that info. The other...I think she's supposed to be from Germany.”
Hearing the second country's name, Chifuyu's concentration waned, letting her foot slip. Unable to support the heavy weight on one leg, the foot panel slammed against the safety stops with a resounding metal on metal clunk. Maya's head snapped around at the commotion to find her senior curled up into a ball; one leg draped off the press and the other locked up against her chest in a position that couldn't be comfortable.
Racing to her coworker, the green-haired teacher pulled off some of the additional weights, tossing them to the ground. Chifuyu winced slightly as each thud echoed loudly in the gym. Focusing on her locked leg, the senior teacher pushed hard and forced the press away bit by bit. Pulling one last plate away, Maya grabbed the remaining weights and tugged, adding her own strength to the effort. The press moved up slowly before it extended far enough to let Chifuyu engage the lock.
Both women shared a look as they panted from the sudden exertions. “I think...that's enough...of...a workout,” Chifuyu admitted in between breaths.
“Given...my heart...is doing...one-eighty a second...I agree,” Maya said as she collapsed heavily onto the vacant weight bench. The elder teacher shifted into a sitting position and started rubbing at sore muscles in her leg. Looking back up at her senior, olive eyes reluctant to ask the question running through her mind.
Dark eyes met the younger woman's gaze for a moment before dropping to the ground. Snagging her bag with a foot, Chifuyu pulled out a towel and wiped sweat off her face. Pulling the towel away, the elder woman found her friend's eyes still locked on her. “A few years back, before I came to work at the Academy, I did some training for the Germany military. Had to repay a favor when—when Ichika got...kidnapped.”
Hearing the hesitancy, Maya only nodded to keep her own voice from shaking. Chifuyu smiled wanly as she continued, intent on the story. “The work was good, kept me distracted. And their rules about my methods...weren't quite as strict as we've got here.”
“You have been the concern of many staff meetings,” the green-haired teacher added with a dry chuckle. “If it wasn't for the overall scores of our students, there might be something to worry about.”
“Anyway, I had told my contact at the German government that I'd work for them for a year on their IS program to buy the info on Ichika's location.” The dark-haired teacher's eyes drifted into a distant space, seeing the past and not the present. “But after six months I had a problem and....” Drifting off, the older woman rolled her left hand up to reveal a nasty series of scars. Maya felt a shudder of disgust pass through her body at the sight. “I never went back to work for them,” Chifuyu continued. “I guess technically I still owe them some time.”
Trying to suppress the memories of the night she had asked about the scars, Maya felt her pulse slow down to a normal rate. “Well, I'm sure the waiting message will explain what they want of you.” Letting olive eyes roam around the room once, the junior instructor felt an idea start to form in her mind. “You know, Chifuyu...” she muttered innocently.
Cocking one eyebrow up, the former Brunhilde tracked her friend's eyes inquisitively. “Yes, Yamada-kun?” Chifuyu asked neutrally in Japanese.
Fighting to keep her voice even, the green-haired teacher fixed her olive gaze on her senior. “I just realized, we're alone here in the gym.” Maya teased with a tiny smirk.
Blinking at the statement, Chifuyu's mind surged to find the proper response. Dark eyes grew wide as the obvious answer presented itself. “So we are,” the former Brunhilde replied evenly, thin lips breaking into their own smirk. “You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?”
Grinning devilishly, the green-haired teacher raised one leg over to straddle the bench. Slapping the space in front of her, Maya crooked one finger towards her friend. A warm smile slid across Chifuy's face as she strode towards her junior. Straddling the bench, the taller woman towered over the seated Maya.
Before the former Brunhilde could sit, the green-haired teacher wrapped her hands on the exposed hips. Maya pulled the taller woman almost onto her lap as she leaned in and placed a single kiss just above the dark-haired teacher's flat stomach. A momentary surge of excitement rushed through Chifuyu's body as she felt her friend caress her.
Collapsing onto the bench, the dark-haired teacher almost knocked Maya from her seat. Chuffing at the sudden weight on her, the junior instructor leaned back and settled the former Brunhilde into position. Every kiss towards her lover's lips brought the salty taste of sweat to the green-haired teacher. Coming across the sticky fabric of her senior's bra, Maya pushed the taut article up to reveal full breasts topped with dark nipples. Gripping the locked weight bar firmly, Chifuyu arched her back, pushing her breasts toward her lover.
Grinning at the offering, Maya slowly dragged her lips on the underside of one breast before swapping to the other. Growling at the tortuously slow pace, the senior teacher tried to move her breast fully into the supine woman's mouth. Each sensual shift of the taller woman was met with a counter, building the dark-haired woman's frustrations. Sensing her lover's limit, Maya ran her tongue around the edge of the dark nipple once before taking it into her mouth.
Moaning in excitement, Chifuyu pushed harder to get more of the contact she craved. Maya continued her assault on the full breast, alternating between suckling and running her flattened tongue on it. Every change brought a new shudder through the former Brunhilde; a sympathetic twinge echoed faintly in the green-haired teacher's stomach. Feeling the dark-haired teacher's pulse thundering through her lips, Maya grazed the distended nub lightly with her teeth.
A throaty squeal ripped out of Chifuyu's lips as waves of pleasure engulfed her body. Drained, the senior teacher collapsed on pillow-like breasts and settled her head on a tempting shoulder. Maya felt a thrill as her lover's hot breath pulsed on her neck; the sensation an equal measure of excitement and amusement. Panting heavily, the former Brunhilde pushed herself off the supine woman as her heart started to relax.
Ducking her head in close, Chifuyu kissed the green-haired teacher's neck softly before moving. Trailing a series of kisses along the soft jawline, the senior teacher paused a moment to admire her companion. Olive eyes were barely visible through the fog on Maya's omnipresent glasses, but the older woman could still detect a twinkle of arousal in them. Bending her head down, Chifuyu kissed her assistant on the lips sensually, lightly tugging at the lower lip with her teeth.
Encircling her arms around the her topless companion, Maya's hands pulled Chifuyu's face back down for another embrace. Complying, the senior instructor kissed slowly once before teasing her tongue along thin lips. Olive eyes closed as Maya opened her mouth in acceptance. The two women barely moved as their tongues did all the work, darting and dancing between both mouths.
Breaking the kiss, dark eyes twinkled as the former Brunhilde began a downward path along the younger woman's body. Leaving the gentlest of caresses along delicate skin, Chifuyu found herself staring at the Academy's legendary cleavage. Sliding calloused fingers up, the senior teacher tugged away the clothing to reveal voluptuous breasts topped with crimson peaks. Focusing her dark eyes on a bespectacled face, Chifuyu pressed her tongue flat against the over-sized nipple.
The delicate contact brought out a momentary shudder in Maya's body, eliciting a tiny moan from deep inside her sex. Emboldened, the senior teacher slowly teased her coworker's mounds and savored each squeak and shudder generated. Riding the sensations, Maya pushed at her lover's shoulders in a silent declaration of need.
Grinning around the turgid nub still in her mouth, Chifuyu briefly glanced at her junior's face to help determine her outcome. Olive eyes were closed as a thin sheen of sweat covered the younger woman's slack face. Guess she's had enough, the former Brunhilde concluded and resumed her downward trajectory. A momentary pause at the green-haired teacher's stomach earned a new shudder and increased the urgency on her shoulders.
Savoring the moment, the former Brunhilde kissed Maya's waist lightly before taking the gym shorts' drawstring in her lips. Tugging gently on the bow, Chifuyu loosened the binding as she gripped the fabric in both hands. The younger woman arched her hips almost instantly, aiding the process as calloused fingers pulled away both shorts and panties in a single motion. Leaving the bunched up clothes below bent knees, the former Brunhilde paused in surprise at the sight before her.
“Well, this is new.” Chifuyu murmured huskily as she eyed the thin strip of green hair. Maya said nothing as she opened her legs as far as possible. The dark-haired teacher lowered herself onto the narrow space afforded her by the bench. Carefully inserting herself in-between spread legs, Chifuyu kissed her lover's thighs lightly before turning her attention to the goal.
A probing tongue flicked out to graze delicate folds, earning a new moan from the green-haired teacher. Careful not to fall off the bench, Maya tried to spread her legs wider in need. Enthused about her junior's reaction, Chifuyu ran her tongue up and down dew-covered lips once more before sliding it inside. Tangy juices coated the older woman's face as Maya writhed and squirmed, white-knuckled hands locked onto the bar for support. Unwilling to tease further, the former Brunhilde wrapped her lips around the protruding nub and flicked her tongue once.
The reaction in Maya was immediate: the younger woman tensed up as a new flood of juices splattered on the dark-haired teacher's face. Conscious of the their location, the green-haired teacher clenched her lips and swallowed a scream that threatened to rattle the entire room. Suddenly lethargic in a post-coital bliss, Maya let her arms drop from the weight bar to hang limp by her sides.
Extracting herself from between the green-haired teacher's legs, Chifuyu crawled up the supine instructor's body. An electric shock ran through the former Brunhilde as naked breasts rubbed against one another. Taking a calming breath, the dark-haired teacher leaned in for a kiss which was eagerly offered. Maya savored the taste of her own juices mixed in with her lover's lips as they kissed briefly before her breath failed her. Slumping onto the bench, the bespectacled teacher just frowned as she panted heavily.
Chifuyu placed a hand up to her lover's chin and forced olive eyes to meet her own. “Don't worry about it,” she soothed. “I can tell that was a big one. We're both in shape, but that was a hell of a workout.”
A wan smile crossed pouty lips. “Yeah, it was.” Feeling a bit more relaxed, Maya wove her fingers between her lover's. “I guess we should go get cleaned up. If someone were to come in now and find us, then it would be...awkward.”
Leaning back, the former Brunhilde pulled her assistant into a sitting position. “Maybe a little. But look at it this way: now I can get you to scrub my back without raising any eyebrows.”
Grinning at the comment, Maya pushed at the dark-haired teacher playfully. Rising from the bench, both women wiped down the equipment with efficient movements and headed towards the showers.
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Outside the weight room doors, a lone figure watched the two teachers exit in silence. That the women were indecent by most standards didn't concern the observer. It didn't even register as a problem in their thoughts. All that mattered were the strange feelings generated by watching the two, and the unfamiliar reactions the sight brought on. “Well, that was...interesting,” the observer muttered to no one in particular.
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