Mai-HiME Fan Fiction / Mai Otome Fan Fiction ❯ The Talk ❯ Midori ( Chapter 2 )
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By: shanejayell 
Anime/Manga: Mai-HiME Fan Fiction / Mai Otome Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 06.23.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 478 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Mai-HiME Fan Fiction / Mai Otome Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 06.23.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 478 | Status: Completed
Note: this story takes place before the first 'Talk' chapter.
The Talk
Two
“My first time?” Midori Sugiura looked at the various Hime in surprise, the teenagers scattered around the kareoke room in various states of semi drunkenness.
“We're becoming your Hime Rangers,” Nao grumbled as the young redhead sat back casually, wearing a cosplay costume of a nun. “I figure the least you owe us is a embarrassing story or two.”
“Besides,” Sister Yukariko Sanada said virtuously if also a bit drunkenly, “sharing these stories might help us bond as better fighters.” The light brown haired woman looked almost saintly, marred only be her hiccup.
“Come on, please?” Mai Tokhia asked eagerly, the busty redhead dressed up in a police girl suit, the fake baton in her hand.
“Are you implying something?” Nao gave her a wicked look.
Mai realized how she was holding the baton and stuck it in her belt as she muttered, “You are such a perv.”
Looking around Midori confirmed that the youngest member of their group, Mikoto, was out cold on a couch, curled up there like a over-sized cat. “All right,” she agreed, “but I can't promise you'll like it that much.”
“Get on with it,” Natsuki leaned forward drunkenly, the barely dressed black haired girl nearly falling out of her own skimpy costume.
“All right, all right,” Midori smiled as she picked up her mug of beer and took a long drink, “you see, back then my best friend and I were close... VERY close.” Taking out certain names she began to tell the tale....
“Sorry,” Midori staggered along beside the dark brown haired woman as she muttered, “think I drank a bit too much.”
“No, really?” Yohko complained as they staggered into the bedroom and all but fell down onto the futons.
Their dressy outfits had been intended to help them have a good night on the town, but the guys were duds and the drinks too watered for even Yohko. They had abandoned their friends and went bar hopping, going by taxi to some of the better hang outs. They found it was funner just being together, and a night had gone by just drinking and having fun.
Midori flopped down on her back at first, then reluctantly turned over at she smiled at the woman beside her. “I'm sorry,” she repeated, “I don't mean to be such a pain in the ass.”
Yohko's expression softened as she reached out to run a hand through Midori's hair, “It's all right, you're such a lovable pain I don't care.”
“Hmm,” Midori purred softly as she pressed her head up against Yohko's hand. “You're going to be a good doctor some day,” she murmured.
“Oh?” Yohko asked as she let a hand run down Midori's cheek.
“You have wonderful hands,” Midori sighed happily, turning her head to kiss that caressing palm. She impulsively licked at her skin, tasting the salt and booze left over from their long night out.
“That feels odd,” Yohko murmured, “nice, but odd.”
Midori smiled slightly, “Want me to stop?”
“How far are you going?” Yohko blinked, then gasped softly as Midori kissed her way up her arm, gently stroking her skin. The still somewhat drunk Midori shifted to lay over Yohko's body, kissing along her shoulder then pausing.
“You know,” Midori paused, “you're cute.”
“Huh?” Yohko wondered where Midori had swerved to now.
Midori kissed her lingeringly, then pulled back as she smirked, “Really cute.” When Yohko just smiled back Midori leaned in to kiss her again, letting her tongue slip exploringly into the other woman's mouth.
Yohko moaned as Midori kissed her neck, nibbling on her skin then moving down as she unbuttoned her friend's blouse. She licked the swell of her breasts as she reached around her to undo the bra, then sucked on a hardening nipple.
“Ah!” Yohko cried as Midori sucked hard and used her hand to pinch and twist at the other nipple, making her twist pleasurably on the blankets.
Abandoning the nipple she was tweaking Midori slid a hand down Yohko's belly, caressing her smooth skin as her fingers teased the edge of Yohko's pants. Deftly she unsnapped buttons and slipped her hand into the woman's pants.
Yohko made a soft squeaking sound as Midori let her fingers caress the fur covered mound, then she gently began to tease her with a feather light touch. After a few moments the impatient Yohko was pumping her hips up, wordlessly asking for more.
“You're so sexy like this,” Midori admitted as she let her fingers spear the girl's wetness, “wild and wanting....”
“I'm wanting you to DO me,” Yohko growled breathlessly, kissing her wildly as she grabbed at Midori's breasts and squeezed.
Midori moaned as they kissed again, driving her fingers deeper inside, their bodies bucking together on the bed as Yohko shuddered and gasped. As Yohko climaxed Midori slowed her movements, stroking her more gently as she came down from the heights of her passion.
“Where on Earth did you learn that?” Yohko asked weakly, almost looking like she could have melted into a puddle.
“Natural talent,” Midori answered, not willing to admit this was her first time as well.
Yohko pushed herself up, visibly shaking off her post orgasm sleepiness. “Well,” she pushed Midori over gently onto her back, “let's see if I have that talent, too.”
Midori smiled slightly, “She returned the favor. With interest.”
“Which you're not going to tell us about?” Mai looked a bit disappointed, her breath coming a bit faster.
Nao smirked, “Not getting enough loving with Mikoto?”
Mai went beet red, “Shut up, Nao.”
Midori shook her head, “Some things should be private.”
“Aww,” Yukariko pouted, looking even more woozy after the beers she had added to her already impressive total.
Yukino looked at her curiously, the light glinting off of her glasses. “So what happened afterwards?” she wondered.
Midori made a face, “Next morning she told me it had been a drunken impulse and to forget it ever happened.”
“What?!” Natsuki yelped, sitting up too fast and wincing as the room spun.
“Easy,” Mai put her hand on her friend's shoulder. “She really...?” she looked at Midori.
Midori shrugged slightly, “Sometimes, when you think of yourself as straight, it can be a shock to discover you might not be.”
“You're very kind,” Yukino noted quietly. :Did you ever meet her again?”
“Oh, eventually,” Midori gave a mysterious little smile and refused to explain any more.
End
Notes: I rather like the idea of Yohko being Midori's first time, and their having a current relationship, too. Obviously a divergence from regular Mai Hime, but what the hey, right?
The Talk
Two
“My first time?” Midori Sugiura looked at the various Hime in surprise, the teenagers scattered around the kareoke room in various states of semi drunkenness.
“We're becoming your Hime Rangers,” Nao grumbled as the young redhead sat back casually, wearing a cosplay costume of a nun. “I figure the least you owe us is a embarrassing story or two.”
“Besides,” Sister Yukariko Sanada said virtuously if also a bit drunkenly, “sharing these stories might help us bond as better fighters.” The light brown haired woman looked almost saintly, marred only be her hiccup.
“Come on, please?” Mai Tokhia asked eagerly, the busty redhead dressed up in a police girl suit, the fake baton in her hand.
“Are you implying something?” Nao gave her a wicked look.
Mai realized how she was holding the baton and stuck it in her belt as she muttered, “You are such a perv.”
Looking around Midori confirmed that the youngest member of their group, Mikoto, was out cold on a couch, curled up there like a over-sized cat. “All right,” she agreed, “but I can't promise you'll like it that much.”
“Get on with it,” Natsuki leaned forward drunkenly, the barely dressed black haired girl nearly falling out of her own skimpy costume.
“All right, all right,” Midori smiled as she picked up her mug of beer and took a long drink, “you see, back then my best friend and I were close... VERY close.” Taking out certain names she began to tell the tale....
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
“Damn it Midori,” Yohko Sagisawa muttered as she shouldered open the door, “Don't be such a dead weight.”“Sorry,” Midori staggered along beside the dark brown haired woman as she muttered, “think I drank a bit too much.”
“No, really?” Yohko complained as they staggered into the bedroom and all but fell down onto the futons.
Their dressy outfits had been intended to help them have a good night on the town, but the guys were duds and the drinks too watered for even Yohko. They had abandoned their friends and went bar hopping, going by taxi to some of the better hang outs. They found it was funner just being together, and a night had gone by just drinking and having fun.
Midori flopped down on her back at first, then reluctantly turned over at she smiled at the woman beside her. “I'm sorry,” she repeated, “I don't mean to be such a pain in the ass.”
Yohko's expression softened as she reached out to run a hand through Midori's hair, “It's all right, you're such a lovable pain I don't care.”
“Hmm,” Midori purred softly as she pressed her head up against Yohko's hand. “You're going to be a good doctor some day,” she murmured.
“Oh?” Yohko asked as she let a hand run down Midori's cheek.
“You have wonderful hands,” Midori sighed happily, turning her head to kiss that caressing palm. She impulsively licked at her skin, tasting the salt and booze left over from their long night out.
“That feels odd,” Yohko murmured, “nice, but odd.”
Midori smiled slightly, “Want me to stop?”
“How far are you going?” Yohko blinked, then gasped softly as Midori kissed her way up her arm, gently stroking her skin. The still somewhat drunk Midori shifted to lay over Yohko's body, kissing along her shoulder then pausing.
“You know,” Midori paused, “you're cute.”
“Huh?” Yohko wondered where Midori had swerved to now.
Midori kissed her lingeringly, then pulled back as she smirked, “Really cute.” When Yohko just smiled back Midori leaned in to kiss her again, letting her tongue slip exploringly into the other woman's mouth.
Yohko moaned as Midori kissed her neck, nibbling on her skin then moving down as she unbuttoned her friend's blouse. She licked the swell of her breasts as she reached around her to undo the bra, then sucked on a hardening nipple.
“Ah!” Yohko cried as Midori sucked hard and used her hand to pinch and twist at the other nipple, making her twist pleasurably on the blankets.
Abandoning the nipple she was tweaking Midori slid a hand down Yohko's belly, caressing her smooth skin as her fingers teased the edge of Yohko's pants. Deftly she unsnapped buttons and slipped her hand into the woman's pants.
Yohko made a soft squeaking sound as Midori let her fingers caress the fur covered mound, then she gently began to tease her with a feather light touch. After a few moments the impatient Yohko was pumping her hips up, wordlessly asking for more.
“You're so sexy like this,” Midori admitted as she let her fingers spear the girl's wetness, “wild and wanting....”
“I'm wanting you to DO me,” Yohko growled breathlessly, kissing her wildly as she grabbed at Midori's breasts and squeezed.
Midori moaned as they kissed again, driving her fingers deeper inside, their bodies bucking together on the bed as Yohko shuddered and gasped. As Yohko climaxed Midori slowed her movements, stroking her more gently as she came down from the heights of her passion.
“Where on Earth did you learn that?” Yohko asked weakly, almost looking like she could have melted into a puddle.
“Natural talent,” Midori answered, not willing to admit this was her first time as well.
Yohko pushed herself up, visibly shaking off her post orgasm sleepiness. “Well,” she pushed Midori over gently onto her back, “let's see if I have that talent, too.”
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
“And then what happened?” Natsuki asked, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide.Midori smiled slightly, “She returned the favor. With interest.”
“Which you're not going to tell us about?” Mai looked a bit disappointed, her breath coming a bit faster.
Nao smirked, “Not getting enough loving with Mikoto?”
Mai went beet red, “Shut up, Nao.”
Midori shook her head, “Some things should be private.”
“Aww,” Yukariko pouted, looking even more woozy after the beers she had added to her already impressive total.
Yukino looked at her curiously, the light glinting off of her glasses. “So what happened afterwards?” she wondered.
Midori made a face, “Next morning she told me it had been a drunken impulse and to forget it ever happened.”
“What?!” Natsuki yelped, sitting up too fast and wincing as the room spun.
“Easy,” Mai put her hand on her friend's shoulder. “She really...?” she looked at Midori.
Midori shrugged slightly, “Sometimes, when you think of yourself as straight, it can be a shock to discover you might not be.”
“You're very kind,” Yukino noted quietly. :Did you ever meet her again?”
“Oh, eventually,” Midori gave a mysterious little smile and refused to explain any more.
End
Notes: I rather like the idea of Yohko being Midori's first time, and their having a current relationship, too. Obviously a divergence from regular Mai Hime, but what the hey, right?