Other Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Be Him For You ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: AladdinAbu 
"I bet you're warm, Nishizawa-san," Hina said in her best Hayate impression, full of casual grace and assuredness. "You should take that shirt off."
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Yuri | Uploaded On: 07.15.2010 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
"I bet you're warm, Nishizawa-san," Hina said in her best Hayate impression, full of casual grace and assuredness. "You should take that shirt off."
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Yuri | Uploaded On: 07.15.2010 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
I'll Be Him For You
by AladdinAbu
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"But I still don't even know what I'd say..."
Hinagiku sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. This was maybe the fifth or sixth time she'd stayed over at Ayumu's house, and this seemed to be the only subject she talked about. It was getting old, fast. She cared about Ayumu a great deal; she was quickly becoming one of her best friends. They did homework together, watched TV, went shopping. It was easier being with Ayumu than her other friends, since they were in the same social standing. Much though Hina didn't want to be "that" person, it chafed her to go out with her rich schoolmates, only to watch them blow inordinate amounts of cash on frivolous things she could never dream about borrowing, much less owning. Petty, but all too true. A poor girl like Ayumu, down-to-earth and reasonable and focused on practical things, was a godsend. That, and she was a genuinely caring person, kind to a fault. Hina felt lucky to have met her through Hayate.
But listening to her pine over that boy - especially since he was a boy she also had feelings for, who was oblivious to BOTH of them - had lost its charm. Weren't there other things in the big, bad world?
"Hayate is a mystery," Hinagiku affirmed. "I... oh, I don't wonder..."
"What?" she asked, rolling over onto her side. "What is it?"
"Wouldn't you be better off setting your sights on somebody else? Hayate's awfully devoted to Nagi right now. I doubt anyone is a blip on his radar, he's so concerned with her well-being."
Ayumu frowned nervously. "It's... his job, right? As a butler. He can't help it if she's so, so..."
"Spoiled and needy?"
"I was going to say 'not self-sufficient', but yeah."
Hina laughed. "This is true. Which means he has to be faithful... and you have to move on. Find a boy at your school who you're compatible with. I'm sure there's more than a few who wouldn't mind seeing a movie with you."
"But there's no one!" she cried out, lip quivering, short pigtails drooping. "J-just Hayate. Always."
It was all Hinagiku could do not to snap at her. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled all her frustrations outward, resigned to her fate. "Fine, then. Since you won't give up on him quite yet... why don't we try a little roleplay?"
"Roleplay?" she asked warily, watching Hinagiku get up and walk a few paces into the room. "Like... how?"
"You be you, and I'll be Hayate. Ask me out."
Ayumu blushed. "I'm not even sure I can handle that much!"
"Ahh, come on, 'Yumu-chan. Don't be shy!" When Ayumu only stared at her, she sighed. "Look. You're never going to get anywhere if you freeze up when you try to talk to him. So it's either practice on somebody, or forget it."
"W-ell.... okay, I guess. But I don't know what it'll prove." Ayumu stood, straightening the oversized shirt she was sleeping in nervously, as if this weren't just a dry run. "Umm... Hi, Hayate."
"Hello, Nishizawa-san!" Hinagiku said - and they both giggled. As much as Hina was trying to stay in character for this, it wasn't easy. "Sorry, sorry. Try again."
"Hey, Hayate!" she said cheerfully, beaming. "What's new?"
Hinagiku grabbed Ayumu around the waist, looking deeply into her eyes as her voice dropped into a slightly deeper tone. "Nishizawa-san... you and I should run away together."
"ACK!"
"Sorry!" she giggled anew, letting her go and stepping back. "Okay, I have an idea. I'll go use the bathroom real quick, and when I come back, I'll be Hayate - and I totally will."
Ayumu scratched her head, sticking out her tongue. "Alright... if you think it'll help."
Hinagiku took a quick pee, then spent a moment styling her hair more like Hayate's, pinning it up a little shorter and making it unruly. Then she gave herself that purposeful gleam that he was always throwing around in the mirror; not bad. Next, she tried the hapless, cheery smile of his; perfect! That one she'd seen so often that there was no forgetting it. She looked down at her pajamas. If only she had some boy clothes... but this was improvisational.
Hayate... Hayate loved his friends, all of them. And though he was solely determined to be of service to the Sanzen'in estate, she was mostly sure he wasn't romantically interested in Nagi. Hina had to keep that in mind; it wouldn't do any good if she was pretending to be Hayate for Ayumu and failed to replicate his reactions. This had to be close to real.
When she re-entered the room, Ayumu laughed aloud. "Wow, Hina - that's pretty good!"
"Hello, there, Nishizawa-san!" Hinagiku said cheerily, waving. "What are you doing here, uhh... at the mall?"
"Oh, the mall?" Ayumu said, stifling another laugh as she kicked nervously at the carpet. "I'm, um, waiting for Hinagiku. We're supposed to see a movie."
"Ah, that sounds like fun! Well, I have to get along and pick up another really extravagant and useless thing for Nagi. See you around!"
"Okay, bye!"
Hinagiku broke character just long enough to raise her eyebrows at Ayumu, then started walking past her toward the bed. Taking the hint, Ayumu said, "Wait, Hayate!"
"Yes? What is it?"
"Umm... I wonder if we could talk a minute."
"Well... okay, but not for long, I really must be back soon." Hinagiku thought a minute. "Hmm, why don't we sit on this bench?"
They both sat on the edge of Ayumu's bed. Hina felt quite pleased with her acting abilities when she noticed Ayumu was blushing slightly, poking her index fingers together. Was she really pulling off that authentic of a Hayate? "Ummm.... Hayate, what do you think of me?"
"Of you?" she said readily. "Why, you're a great girl, Nishizawa-san! We've been friends for a long time!"
"Yes," she said happily. "And you're one of my... my best friends. We all miss you at school."
"Mm. I miss the old school, as well. But you know, what with me working for the Sanzen'in estate, it's more convenient for me to be going to school with Nagi now."
"But you never come around to see me," Ayumu urged. "I w-wish you would. I miss you a lot, Hayate."
"But I'm seeing you now, right?" she pointed out jovially. "I haven't moved to another country, we run into each other all the time."
"Come on, Hayate, that's not- I want to see you, just the two of us! I want to..."
"Oops, is that the time?" Hina pretended to check an imaginary watch. "Well, I really must be going now..."
Ayumu frowned, folding her arms. "Hina... come on, that's not fair, I was just building up t-"
"SHH!" she whispered. "Don't break character! I AM Hayate right now, you have to believe it totally or there's no point in doing this! And you have to get used to finding ways of stopping Hayate because he's always trying to run off and do some important thing - you have to make YOURSELF important!" She cleared her throat. "I'll see you around, then, Nishizawa-san?"
For a moment, Hina thought Ayumu was going to yell at her and ask to stop this game. But then she took a deep breath and said, "Wait, Hayate, please, we have to talk about this!"
"Nope! Got a schedule to keep!"
"I don't want you to live with Nagi anymore!"
Hina had been standing up, but she plopped back down now. "Oh, really? And... why is that?"
"Because she keeps you so wrapped up in her world that you barely notice the rest of us are alive! And... and I want you to notice me more, to be with me!"
"But I have a duty to perform," she countered, nodding solemnly. "I must live with Nagi to perform it... and besides, I have nowhere else to go."
"You could stay with me!" she offered. "We could be together all the time - and th-that's what I want! To be with you!"
Hina was having a hard time resisting, now. When faced with this, wouldn't Hayate start to cave? But the truth was, he wouldn't, not yet. "I know. But... it's as I told you, I have a duty to Nagi right now. I can't ignore-"
"Then work for her in the daytime, but- but come home to me! Because I'm in love with you, Hayate!"
Hina blinked. "Nishizawa-san-"
"You've always been the most important person in my life! When we were in school together, I was so happy, and I know we w-were getting so close! But then you were ripped out of my life, and... and I felt like I lost my way, like everything just fell apart! Now you're back, I found you again, b-but everything's changed because you owe something to that blond brat! All this time, I've been right here waiting for you to love me, and now... now I'm demanding you do it! Please, be with me, be my Hayate and nobody else's!"
Now, Hina was speechless. There was really this much passion behind Ayumu's feelings for Hayate? Her heart was beating faster as she stared at her friend, unsettled at being here for this now, awed by the sheer purity of her desire. "Ayumu... I- I don't think-"
"NO!" she shouted, launching herself forward - and right onto Hina's lips. For several heated, eternal seconds, Ayumu kissed her friend for all she was worth, panting, tongue moving inside, hands moving up her back and pressing into shoulderblades. Hinagiku's pulse raced, her temples began to sweat and, little by little, her body and mouth began to respond, kissing as she was kissed, squeezing her to her. What was this? Nothing of the kind had ever happened to her before! Ayumu Nishizawa had gone from bashful to brazen in nothing flat - and in her urgency to divulge her true feelings she had started making out with another girl!
Then, Ayumu jerked back, sucking in great gusts of breath. "I... th-that... I didn't..."
"Wow," Hina half-laughed, eyes wide and fearful. "What...?"
A few seconds passed as they tried to calm down... but unfortunately, as they began to think on their actions more and more, they only became less calm. Finally, Ayumu looked up and said meekly, "Umm... I'm sorry if that was too forward... Hayate."
Then it came back to Hina; they were roleplaying. It wasn't as if Ayumu had really meant to make a move on her; she was caught up in the playacting, of trying to convince the stand-in Hayate that her heart was made up. "N-not at all, Nishizawa-san." She cleared her throat, forcing it to drop down to Hayate's tone even though she was shaking. "It was... very nice."
"Really?" she breathed, a little too earnestly.
"It was beautiful," Hina admitted; she might have been using his voice, but she wasn't lying. "You're so sweet, Nishizawa-san..."
"And you're so strong," she said, swallowing hard as she stroked gently along Hina's bicep. "I've always admired how strong you are, Hayate; how hard you work... I felt it in your kiss. Your strength. That's what I love about you."
"Oh, how could I have been so blind?" Hina said, putting both hands on her shoulders. "All this time... I've been distracting myself from what I could have had. You."
And then, helplessly, they were engaged again, lips roving, ragged breathing causing small grunts and moans to issue from their noses as Ayumu fell back against the mattress, Hina leaning over her. Were they insane?! Hina wanted to apologize, to sit back and say maybe they should go to sleep now, put this game on hold until their heads were clear - but she couldn't. There was something forcing her to keep the act up, to continue playing the Hayate of her dreams. Worse yet, Ayumu seemed to be more than willing to let her.
"Your body is so lovely," Hina intoned in that deeper voice. "I've never been this close to a woman before..."
"I can be your first, Hayate," she told him freely, though her eyes were closed. "I w-want to feel you. Touch me."
Hands shaking, Hina lightly guided her hands over Ayumu's chest and stomach, heart thundering aloud, trying to swallow but finding her throat too dry. Shouldn't this be the end of the game at some point? When her hands reached Ayumu's thighs, she did not stop, and continued to guide them down, feeling the smooth, cool skin of her legs, holding her breath as she traced around the circumferance of her knees.
"Here," Ayumu whispered, raising the hem of her shirt enough to reveal a pair of white cotton panties. "Y-you can explore, if you want."
Hinagiku's mouth opened, all but ready to say 'No way!' The words never came out. Instead, she stared at the panties, glancing up at the anxious expression on Ayumu's face, the way she was biting her lip as she waited. Then Hina had began sliding them down, had them around her knees. Ayumu's legs lifted toward her head, and she easily slid them off her bare feet. In a flash of inspiration, Hina sniffed them.
It was divine. Why did it send her heart fluttering to smell some dirty panties one of her friends had just taken off? That was only a little strange! But she was being Hayate; Hayate would do that, even if he normally wouldn't in front of anyone, nevermind admit to it. And it would make him falter, of course... turn him on. "Mmm... you smell like heaven..."
Ayumu twitched, cheeks flushing yet more than they already were. "Hayate... you can sm-smell all you want. Touch. Anything."
Hina put the panties down and looked into the vagina of her friend. It wasn't so different from her own, and she knew she'd seen it once or twice before by accident... but this time was different. Now, it was a thing of forbidden pleasure, something men sought after all their lives. Right now, she was portraying a man, and she knew very well that he would blow a gasket at such a sight. "Ohh... it's so amazing, so perfect... Nishizawa-san, may I, do you mean it?"
"I do!" she cried out. "Please! My body is yours, Hayate-k-kun!"
Two of Hinagiku's fingers began to trace along the outside, and Ayumu's gasp was completely shocked; perhaps she hadn't thought Hina would actually take the game up to this point, that she would stop before they truly made intimate contact. "So wet," she said, struggling to maintain her deeper voice. She breathed in the heady aroma as she pushed at the lips, at the tiny button on top. It shone in the light from the bedroom lamp from the soaking it had already undergone, and more liquid was being produced all the time. Lip quivering, she bit the bullet, forced herself to lean forward and took a long, thorough lick.
"AIIIHH!" Ayumu cried, panicked, twitching her thighs together immediately and shutting her out. "H-Hinagi-"
"NO!" Hina ordered desperately, feeling a nervous breakdown on the horizon. "Don't forget who you're talking to; I'm with you here, Nishizawa-san! Don't think about anyone else!"
She looked up to see Ayumu's eyes staring down at her for a long instant, filled with hesitation and uncertainty. Then they squeezed shut, and she nodded. "Hayate-kun... I... I'm sorry, I forgot myself. Please... be with me."
Hinagiku's pulse pounded in hear ears. It was too late; they had done too much. Either they finished this game as what it was, two characters playing two semi-ficticious roles... or they dealt with reality. She wasn't prepared for the latter.
Lovingly, she eased the thighs apart again and replaced her mouth on her lucsious opening, lapping hungrily. It was so tantalizing! Hayate would think so - SHE thought so! Ayumu spent so much time sampling all the foods of the world, and they all shone through in her glorious cunt, because it was like eating the fruit of the gods. The owner of the fruit was squealing in a distressed, fearful manner, with only the beginnings of pleasure seeping into the cries. Mostly, she sounded like she wanted to expire.
"I bet you're warm, Nishizawa-san," Hina said in her best Hayate impression, full of casual grace and assuredness. "You should take that shirt off."
Ayumu nodded, smiling vaguely, eyes still closed as she peeled the rest of her clothes off. Hinagiku blushed - at seeing her friend! Her FEMALE friend! It shouldn't produce this kind of reaction in her! But she had a beautiful, smooth body, with gentle curves and perky breasts. Without thinking, she leaned in and enveloped a nipple with her lips.
"Ahhh!" Ayumu called. "Hayate-kun! You're s-so bold!"
"Nishizawa-san," she intoned darkly, running her hand over her hair as she leaned up and initiated another kiss, roving into her mouth with her tongue - and down her body with her hands. As Ayumu's knees bent, she felt her feet touch hers, felt her thighs squeeze hers. This was unbelievable - unspeakably decadent! Perhaps that's why she couldn't get enough. Still harder she kissed, dropping all pretense and reservations and physically assaulting her mouth, letting out pained moans of longing in her urgency to fuse their mouths, tie their tongues.
And Ayumu returned it. With equal passion and desperation, she gave in to Hina's advances, opening her mouth wide when Hina invaded it, stroking their tongues together. So fresh, so pure and sweet and earnest! What Hayate had been missing! Oh well - his loss was Hinagiku's gain. Mind reeling at that brief-but-dangerous thought, Hina threw herself into their union with redoubled efforts, leaving Ayumu's body behind as she cupped her cheeks with both hands, trying to draw more and more pleasure from her mouth. Her vague plan was to make it more and more passionate, which could justify the whole experience, right? If they truly gave over wholly to their desires... maybe they could claim temporary insanity! Or that they were just really, REALLY caught up in their acting!
But acting couldn't make her so wet. It couldn't make BOTH of them soaked inside.
It was around that time that Ayumu frantically yanked the pajama top over her head, exposing their chests and stomachs to each other. Without either of them watching, Hina lay back down and immediately resumed trying to devour her mouth - and they both gasped into each other when they felt their nipples brush. So much closeness had to be illegal, right?
"H-Hayate," she moaned aloud as she broke the kiss briefly, and Hinagiku went straight to work on her neck, kneading into the yielding flesh with her teeth. The desperation not to break character, to keep reality at bay, tinged the heated honesty of her feelings and words. "Ahh! Oh, Hayate, you're s-so amazing, it's so amazing!"
Hinagiku sat back, breathing heavily. "Are y-you..." She cleared her throat, rebooting her voice, making that extra effort to sound like the boy they had both desired so singularly. "Are you ready for me, Nishizawa-san?"
"W-what do you-" She gasped, turning away to stare at the wall. "B-but Hayate... this is so- we only just..."
"I need you," Hina gasped out, peeling off her pajama bottoms and panties at the same time, tossing them to the floor. The whole time, she was looking at the fragile, virgin folds of her friend, at the drip hanging from the bottom. "You and I were meant for this... and we're ready to make love. Please."
Ayumu nodded vaguely, tears running down her burning cheeks as her hand covered her chin nervously. "Ahh... hah... I am, I know I am! You... really want to? With me?"
Hinagiku forced herself to ignore the double meaning in the question; she could only be Hayate right now. "Yes, Nishizawa-san. I... I l-love you."
With that, she sat forward, taking the two long, silky legs gently, parting them, holding one of them aloft by the trim ankle. As their breath collectively picked up speed, she positioned her own saturated organ over her friend's, looking at the difference in shading in ther pubic hair, at how her own clit was larger than Ayumu's, but her labia were shorter, more rounded. Ayumu's were long, tender...
"I'm ready, Hayate," she whispered weakly, biting into her lip and waiting. The next moment, she cried, "AAHH!"
Hinagiku felt her eyes fly wide open from the sensation of another vulnerable, slick cunt against her own. It was paradise! Absolutely wondrous, sending wave after wave of love and adoration through her, causing her knees to buckle, her nipples to harden in the air. How could Ayumu feel so absolutely stimulating against her? Moaning obscenely, disgustingly given over to the thrill of touch, she began grinding against her, pulling both sets of legs farther apart as she struggled to stay upright.
"HAYATE!" Ayumu was shouting, crying, grunting. "It's... I can't feel you in there, but I feel you ON- ohhHH!"
"You do feel me in there," Hina said in a would-be deep voice that was too weakened from pleasure to entirely succeed. "Concentrate."
A few seconds passed as Ayumu merely moaned from the feeling of their shared wetness, of the pressure. Then, when Hina licked the sole her foot, she spasmed and jerked, letting out the wettest, dirtiest moan yet, coated in longing and desire. The next moment she called out, pretending with all her might, "AHH! I f-f... I feel it! I feel you inside me, Hayate, you're f-filling me up!"
"Yes!" Hina said with false bravado, taking great gasps of air to keep herself from fainting. "Yes, I am - I am inside my Nishizawa-san! This is... it's everything I ever dreamed!"
When she adjusted slightly, it became the truth; she felt one of her lips sliding between Ayumu's. That was beautiful - and terrible! Desperate for more sensation, she hugged the thigh to herself, draping the calf over her shoulder as she licked it, anything, anything for more. Her cunt was already burning up, feeling raw and itching from overuse, demanding release and rest. But she would not give it; she wanted more, she wanted to ride her forever.
"HAAAH!" Ayumu cried aloud, hands clutching at her bedsheets, head thrown back. "Oh God, it's so g-good- I want it! I want to feel this all the time!"
"Nishizawa!" It was drawing to an end; was there no way to prolong it, to stay in this elemental joy for any longer? No - finishing was unavoidable. "Are you ready to finish for me?"
"Yes, Hayate!" she cried, tongue lolling out as she fought to keep her muscles oxygenated. "Rub me raw - become one with me! Love me!"
Longing for any last iota of pleasure, to coax one more chill up her spine, Hinagiku shoved the hand that wasn't holding up Ayumu's leg between their bodies and began toying with her own clitoris frantically, jerking and stabbing and going wild. And, from the feeling on the back of her fingers and the alarmed sound Ayumu suddenly made, she happened to be playing with them both.
"AHH! AAHH! HAYATEEE!!!"
"NISHIZAWAAA!!!"
Explosions. Her head whipped around as she bellowed, and she felt the hairclips fly out, heard them bounce off the walls and the dresser. Somehow, even though they had both spasmed wildly, shaking all over, they couldn't move from the position. Hina shifted her hips slightly, reveling in the dull ache she felt when her lips grazed Ayumu's. It was spilling into her bones, perforating her heart. She felt another one building. So soon? It wouldn't be stopped. "I... I think it's coming again," she whispered, dropping the playacting voice as she swept her now-free hair from her sweat-drenched face - her brain didn't have the capacity to remember how to be Hayate now. Besides, there seemed to be less and less point in denial; they had done it. Really done it. She'd had sex with a girl.
"G-go ahead," Ayumu breathed, staring off and toward the door of her room, still crying. "M-more... more, Hina-chan!"
At that, the sound of her name said with so much desire, Hina felt her own eyes leaking with saltwater as she ground helplessly against her friend. "MMhhh... why is this... why is it so good? It's too good, Yumu - y-you shouldn't feel so delicious against me! We weren't supposed to..."
"NNHH," she moaned, leg twitching. "Oh, Hina! Harder! And... and more of..."
While Hina was still trying to make herself not think about what was happening, she found Nishizawa's foot was in her face, poking her. "What, what is it?"
"It made everything feel so much more... because we were..." The shame was so apparent that Hina glanced down at her burning features, at the way her lip quivered. "Lick me there again!"
This couldn't be happening. This should NOT be happening - ever! Hina breathed a shaky, anguished sigh, then ground harder and faster as she enveloped a few of Ayumu's tender toes in her lips, sucking and threading her tongue between them. To her astonishment and alarm, her friend began to cry out as if she were being drilled into by monstrous, nine-inch implements. Did it really heighten her pleasure so much?
"I'm cumming!" Ayumu whimpered, mere seconds later, hands playing at her own breasts as she vibrated from Hina's thrustings and gyrations. "It's... ohhh, it's so much bigger than last time, it's- AHH! Hina-chan!"
"Yumu!" she managed around Ayumu's foot, putting her free hand back to their clits and shimmying it all over. Seemingly from instinct, she felt Ayumu's free leg yank back and encircle her knees, nearly toppling her, while the toes in her mouth flexed, writhed, and froze alternately. In some twisted, depraved way, it really was a turn-on.
Why did her best friend have to be so damn hot?
"YAAHH! HINAGIKUUUU!!!"
"AYUMUUUU!!!"
This time, once the convulsing and squelching cries had ceased, Hina dropped Ayumu's leg and collapsed atop her friend, gasping for breath with a blank mind. Nothing more could be done; she was completely out of energy, out of desire. They were so sweaty... wasn't this gross? To roll all over your friend, naked and coated with perspiration and each other's juices? But she couldn't care. Sleep was too tempting...
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Hinagiku's eyes snapped open. Holy crap - what time was it? There's no way... but then she shifted, and she felt soft, smooth, silky flesh against her own, felt the gentle give of a breast. She sat up, eyes wide, staring down at Ayumu in the buff, at her friend who she'd done unseemly things with. Was it real - or a dream? Looked like the dream scenario wasn't going to hold water.
Slowly, quietly, she crawled over Ayu's body and found the floor. Just as she had unearthed her shirt and was trying to find her pants, she heard a half-asleep voice mutter, "Hina... Hina, what are you doing?"
"I'm-" Her words caught. "I was going to..."
"No," Ayumu breathed. When Hina looked up, frowning, her friend hastily looked away. "I m-mean... if you have t-to, you can. But... do you have to?"
"You really want me hanging around after- with everything we-" None of those could be finished.
"Yes," she squeaked desperately, lip trembling. "I... I can't have you leave right now, okay? You have to stick around for a few minutes, at least."
"My pubes are crunching," Hina told her, and Ayumu's eyes clenched shut. "Why? Because I've got some of you in them! I... god, I just want to go home, and take a shower, and forget we ever-"
"Forget we had sex?" Hina's ears burned. "Because we did... and I... and I liked it a lot. Okay?"
She had to choose NOW to be brave, didn't she? "But I d-d-didn't."
"Liar."
"FINE!" she burst out, dropping the clothes. "You wanna go again? Let's go!"
She leapt onto the bed, ravaging Ayumu's mouth with her own, hands fondling, groping. Ayumu pushed her off, stared at her evenly for a few seconds until Hina let out a choked sob, then slowly, delicately, lowered her back down, lips caressing hers, eyelashes brushing. A whimper sounded in Hina's throat as she returned the gentler, temperate kiss.
"No, I don't wanna go again," Ayumu told her evenly. "But... I wouldn't mind if you stayed."
"YUMU!" she cried, sobbing into her shoulder as she clung desperately to her friend. "Yumu, I don't want this! I w-want us to go back to being buddies, chums, amigas!"
"We still are," Ayumu sobbed with her. "But now we've got some other stuff we can do on sleepovers, right?"
Hinagiku fell to the side, curling her body around Ayumu's, grasping at her ribs, sniffling. "You... if you promise... to take good care of me, not to- to leave me... I'll protect you forever. But only if you never, ever break that promise - because only s-someone like that can- can be with me this way! So you have to swear! Okay?!"
"I swear!" Ayumu wailed, coughing. "On my life, I- Hina, I'm not going to abandon you, I'd never do that!"
"I know you wouldn't. But... you have to get how much more important it is now. Since you're more than just a friend. Since I lo... I l..."
"Hina, I love you, too!" she laughed wetly. "And you can tell me the same thing whenever you feel up to it. I'll wait."
Nodding, Hina placed a hesitant, tiny peck on the corner of Ayumu's jawline. This, more than anything, sealed the end of one phase of their friendship... and the beginning of the next. Because that was a lover's kiss, a soulmate bonding. They weren't just messing around; this had become real, and genuine, and unbreakable. The strong, firm arms that encircled Hina after that made her feel so much safer than she could have believed. Safer than with Hayate.
"But... if you want..."
"What?" Ayumu asked.
"I could still be him for you. Anytime."
Ayumu sniffled, grinning. "No. Like you said, who needs him? There are others who are willing to love me... closer than I thought."
An hour later, they still had not ceased to laugh, and embrace, and kiss. They would be suspiciously tired come morning.
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THE END (reviewwwwz)
by AladdinAbu
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"But I still don't even know what I'd say..."
Hinagiku sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. This was maybe the fifth or sixth time she'd stayed over at Ayumu's house, and this seemed to be the only subject she talked about. It was getting old, fast. She cared about Ayumu a great deal; she was quickly becoming one of her best friends. They did homework together, watched TV, went shopping. It was easier being with Ayumu than her other friends, since they were in the same social standing. Much though Hina didn't want to be "that" person, it chafed her to go out with her rich schoolmates, only to watch them blow inordinate amounts of cash on frivolous things she could never dream about borrowing, much less owning. Petty, but all too true. A poor girl like Ayumu, down-to-earth and reasonable and focused on practical things, was a godsend. That, and she was a genuinely caring person, kind to a fault. Hina felt lucky to have met her through Hayate.
But listening to her pine over that boy - especially since he was a boy she also had feelings for, who was oblivious to BOTH of them - had lost its charm. Weren't there other things in the big, bad world?
"Hayate is a mystery," Hinagiku affirmed. "I... oh, I don't wonder..."
"What?" she asked, rolling over onto her side. "What is it?"
"Wouldn't you be better off setting your sights on somebody else? Hayate's awfully devoted to Nagi right now. I doubt anyone is a blip on his radar, he's so concerned with her well-being."
Ayumu frowned nervously. "It's... his job, right? As a butler. He can't help it if she's so, so..."
"Spoiled and needy?"
"I was going to say 'not self-sufficient', but yeah."
Hina laughed. "This is true. Which means he has to be faithful... and you have to move on. Find a boy at your school who you're compatible with. I'm sure there's more than a few who wouldn't mind seeing a movie with you."
"But there's no one!" she cried out, lip quivering, short pigtails drooping. "J-just Hayate. Always."
It was all Hinagiku could do not to snap at her. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled all her frustrations outward, resigned to her fate. "Fine, then. Since you won't give up on him quite yet... why don't we try a little roleplay?"
"Roleplay?" she asked warily, watching Hinagiku get up and walk a few paces into the room. "Like... how?"
"You be you, and I'll be Hayate. Ask me out."
Ayumu blushed. "I'm not even sure I can handle that much!"
"Ahh, come on, 'Yumu-chan. Don't be shy!" When Ayumu only stared at her, she sighed. "Look. You're never going to get anywhere if you freeze up when you try to talk to him. So it's either practice on somebody, or forget it."
"W-ell.... okay, I guess. But I don't know what it'll prove." Ayumu stood, straightening the oversized shirt she was sleeping in nervously, as if this weren't just a dry run. "Umm... Hi, Hayate."
"Hello, Nishizawa-san!" Hinagiku said - and they both giggled. As much as Hina was trying to stay in character for this, it wasn't easy. "Sorry, sorry. Try again."
"Hey, Hayate!" she said cheerfully, beaming. "What's new?"
Hinagiku grabbed Ayumu around the waist, looking deeply into her eyes as her voice dropped into a slightly deeper tone. "Nishizawa-san... you and I should run away together."
"ACK!"
"Sorry!" she giggled anew, letting her go and stepping back. "Okay, I have an idea. I'll go use the bathroom real quick, and when I come back, I'll be Hayate - and I totally will."
Ayumu scratched her head, sticking out her tongue. "Alright... if you think it'll help."
Hinagiku took a quick pee, then spent a moment styling her hair more like Hayate's, pinning it up a little shorter and making it unruly. Then she gave herself that purposeful gleam that he was always throwing around in the mirror; not bad. Next, she tried the hapless, cheery smile of his; perfect! That one she'd seen so often that there was no forgetting it. She looked down at her pajamas. If only she had some boy clothes... but this was improvisational.
Hayate... Hayate loved his friends, all of them. And though he was solely determined to be of service to the Sanzen'in estate, she was mostly sure he wasn't romantically interested in Nagi. Hina had to keep that in mind; it wouldn't do any good if she was pretending to be Hayate for Ayumu and failed to replicate his reactions. This had to be close to real.
When she re-entered the room, Ayumu laughed aloud. "Wow, Hina - that's pretty good!"
"Hello, there, Nishizawa-san!" Hinagiku said cheerily, waving. "What are you doing here, uhh... at the mall?"
"Oh, the mall?" Ayumu said, stifling another laugh as she kicked nervously at the carpet. "I'm, um, waiting for Hinagiku. We're supposed to see a movie."
"Ah, that sounds like fun! Well, I have to get along and pick up another really extravagant and useless thing for Nagi. See you around!"
"Okay, bye!"
Hinagiku broke character just long enough to raise her eyebrows at Ayumu, then started walking past her toward the bed. Taking the hint, Ayumu said, "Wait, Hayate!"
"Yes? What is it?"
"Umm... I wonder if we could talk a minute."
"Well... okay, but not for long, I really must be back soon." Hinagiku thought a minute. "Hmm, why don't we sit on this bench?"
They both sat on the edge of Ayumu's bed. Hina felt quite pleased with her acting abilities when she noticed Ayumu was blushing slightly, poking her index fingers together. Was she really pulling off that authentic of a Hayate? "Ummm.... Hayate, what do you think of me?"
"Of you?" she said readily. "Why, you're a great girl, Nishizawa-san! We've been friends for a long time!"
"Yes," she said happily. "And you're one of my... my best friends. We all miss you at school."
"Mm. I miss the old school, as well. But you know, what with me working for the Sanzen'in estate, it's more convenient for me to be going to school with Nagi now."
"But you never come around to see me," Ayumu urged. "I w-wish you would. I miss you a lot, Hayate."
"But I'm seeing you now, right?" she pointed out jovially. "I haven't moved to another country, we run into each other all the time."
"Come on, Hayate, that's not- I want to see you, just the two of us! I want to..."
"Oops, is that the time?" Hina pretended to check an imaginary watch. "Well, I really must be going now..."
Ayumu frowned, folding her arms. "Hina... come on, that's not fair, I was just building up t-"
"SHH!" she whispered. "Don't break character! I AM Hayate right now, you have to believe it totally or there's no point in doing this! And you have to get used to finding ways of stopping Hayate because he's always trying to run off and do some important thing - you have to make YOURSELF important!" She cleared her throat. "I'll see you around, then, Nishizawa-san?"
For a moment, Hina thought Ayumu was going to yell at her and ask to stop this game. But then she took a deep breath and said, "Wait, Hayate, please, we have to talk about this!"
"Nope! Got a schedule to keep!"
"I don't want you to live with Nagi anymore!"
Hina had been standing up, but she plopped back down now. "Oh, really? And... why is that?"
"Because she keeps you so wrapped up in her world that you barely notice the rest of us are alive! And... and I want you to notice me more, to be with me!"
"But I have a duty to perform," she countered, nodding solemnly. "I must live with Nagi to perform it... and besides, I have nowhere else to go."
"You could stay with me!" she offered. "We could be together all the time - and th-that's what I want! To be with you!"
Hina was having a hard time resisting, now. When faced with this, wouldn't Hayate start to cave? But the truth was, he wouldn't, not yet. "I know. But... it's as I told you, I have a duty to Nagi right now. I can't ignore-"
"Then work for her in the daytime, but- but come home to me! Because I'm in love with you, Hayate!"
Hina blinked. "Nishizawa-san-"
"You've always been the most important person in my life! When we were in school together, I was so happy, and I know we w-were getting so close! But then you were ripped out of my life, and... and I felt like I lost my way, like everything just fell apart! Now you're back, I found you again, b-but everything's changed because you owe something to that blond brat! All this time, I've been right here waiting for you to love me, and now... now I'm demanding you do it! Please, be with me, be my Hayate and nobody else's!"
Now, Hina was speechless. There was really this much passion behind Ayumu's feelings for Hayate? Her heart was beating faster as she stared at her friend, unsettled at being here for this now, awed by the sheer purity of her desire. "Ayumu... I- I don't think-"
"NO!" she shouted, launching herself forward - and right onto Hina's lips. For several heated, eternal seconds, Ayumu kissed her friend for all she was worth, panting, tongue moving inside, hands moving up her back and pressing into shoulderblades. Hinagiku's pulse raced, her temples began to sweat and, little by little, her body and mouth began to respond, kissing as she was kissed, squeezing her to her. What was this? Nothing of the kind had ever happened to her before! Ayumu Nishizawa had gone from bashful to brazen in nothing flat - and in her urgency to divulge her true feelings she had started making out with another girl!
Then, Ayumu jerked back, sucking in great gusts of breath. "I... th-that... I didn't..."
"Wow," Hina half-laughed, eyes wide and fearful. "What...?"
A few seconds passed as they tried to calm down... but unfortunately, as they began to think on their actions more and more, they only became less calm. Finally, Ayumu looked up and said meekly, "Umm... I'm sorry if that was too forward... Hayate."
Then it came back to Hina; they were roleplaying. It wasn't as if Ayumu had really meant to make a move on her; she was caught up in the playacting, of trying to convince the stand-in Hayate that her heart was made up. "N-not at all, Nishizawa-san." She cleared her throat, forcing it to drop down to Hayate's tone even though she was shaking. "It was... very nice."
"Really?" she breathed, a little too earnestly.
"It was beautiful," Hina admitted; she might have been using his voice, but she wasn't lying. "You're so sweet, Nishizawa-san..."
"And you're so strong," she said, swallowing hard as she stroked gently along Hina's bicep. "I've always admired how strong you are, Hayate; how hard you work... I felt it in your kiss. Your strength. That's what I love about you."
"Oh, how could I have been so blind?" Hina said, putting both hands on her shoulders. "All this time... I've been distracting myself from what I could have had. You."
And then, helplessly, they were engaged again, lips roving, ragged breathing causing small grunts and moans to issue from their noses as Ayumu fell back against the mattress, Hina leaning over her. Were they insane?! Hina wanted to apologize, to sit back and say maybe they should go to sleep now, put this game on hold until their heads were clear - but she couldn't. There was something forcing her to keep the act up, to continue playing the Hayate of her dreams. Worse yet, Ayumu seemed to be more than willing to let her.
"Your body is so lovely," Hina intoned in that deeper voice. "I've never been this close to a woman before..."
"I can be your first, Hayate," she told him freely, though her eyes were closed. "I w-want to feel you. Touch me."
Hands shaking, Hina lightly guided her hands over Ayumu's chest and stomach, heart thundering aloud, trying to swallow but finding her throat too dry. Shouldn't this be the end of the game at some point? When her hands reached Ayumu's thighs, she did not stop, and continued to guide them down, feeling the smooth, cool skin of her legs, holding her breath as she traced around the circumferance of her knees.
"Here," Ayumu whispered, raising the hem of her shirt enough to reveal a pair of white cotton panties. "Y-you can explore, if you want."
Hinagiku's mouth opened, all but ready to say 'No way!' The words never came out. Instead, she stared at the panties, glancing up at the anxious expression on Ayumu's face, the way she was biting her lip as she waited. Then Hina had began sliding them down, had them around her knees. Ayumu's legs lifted toward her head, and she easily slid them off her bare feet. In a flash of inspiration, Hina sniffed them.
It was divine. Why did it send her heart fluttering to smell some dirty panties one of her friends had just taken off? That was only a little strange! But she was being Hayate; Hayate would do that, even if he normally wouldn't in front of anyone, nevermind admit to it. And it would make him falter, of course... turn him on. "Mmm... you smell like heaven..."
Ayumu twitched, cheeks flushing yet more than they already were. "Hayate... you can sm-smell all you want. Touch. Anything."
Hina put the panties down and looked into the vagina of her friend. It wasn't so different from her own, and she knew she'd seen it once or twice before by accident... but this time was different. Now, it was a thing of forbidden pleasure, something men sought after all their lives. Right now, she was portraying a man, and she knew very well that he would blow a gasket at such a sight. "Ohh... it's so amazing, so perfect... Nishizawa-san, may I, do you mean it?"
"I do!" she cried out. "Please! My body is yours, Hayate-k-kun!"
Two of Hinagiku's fingers began to trace along the outside, and Ayumu's gasp was completely shocked; perhaps she hadn't thought Hina would actually take the game up to this point, that she would stop before they truly made intimate contact. "So wet," she said, struggling to maintain her deeper voice. She breathed in the heady aroma as she pushed at the lips, at the tiny button on top. It shone in the light from the bedroom lamp from the soaking it had already undergone, and more liquid was being produced all the time. Lip quivering, she bit the bullet, forced herself to lean forward and took a long, thorough lick.
"AIIIHH!" Ayumu cried, panicked, twitching her thighs together immediately and shutting her out. "H-Hinagi-"
"NO!" Hina ordered desperately, feeling a nervous breakdown on the horizon. "Don't forget who you're talking to; I'm with you here, Nishizawa-san! Don't think about anyone else!"
She looked up to see Ayumu's eyes staring down at her for a long instant, filled with hesitation and uncertainty. Then they squeezed shut, and she nodded. "Hayate-kun... I... I'm sorry, I forgot myself. Please... be with me."
Hinagiku's pulse pounded in hear ears. It was too late; they had done too much. Either they finished this game as what it was, two characters playing two semi-ficticious roles... or they dealt with reality. She wasn't prepared for the latter.
Lovingly, she eased the thighs apart again and replaced her mouth on her lucsious opening, lapping hungrily. It was so tantalizing! Hayate would think so - SHE thought so! Ayumu spent so much time sampling all the foods of the world, and they all shone through in her glorious cunt, because it was like eating the fruit of the gods. The owner of the fruit was squealing in a distressed, fearful manner, with only the beginnings of pleasure seeping into the cries. Mostly, she sounded like she wanted to expire.
"I bet you're warm, Nishizawa-san," Hina said in her best Hayate impression, full of casual grace and assuredness. "You should take that shirt off."
Ayumu nodded, smiling vaguely, eyes still closed as she peeled the rest of her clothes off. Hinagiku blushed - at seeing her friend! Her FEMALE friend! It shouldn't produce this kind of reaction in her! But she had a beautiful, smooth body, with gentle curves and perky breasts. Without thinking, she leaned in and enveloped a nipple with her lips.
"Ahhh!" Ayumu called. "Hayate-kun! You're s-so bold!"
"Nishizawa-san," she intoned darkly, running her hand over her hair as she leaned up and initiated another kiss, roving into her mouth with her tongue - and down her body with her hands. As Ayumu's knees bent, she felt her feet touch hers, felt her thighs squeeze hers. This was unbelievable - unspeakably decadent! Perhaps that's why she couldn't get enough. Still harder she kissed, dropping all pretense and reservations and physically assaulting her mouth, letting out pained moans of longing in her urgency to fuse their mouths, tie their tongues.
And Ayumu returned it. With equal passion and desperation, she gave in to Hina's advances, opening her mouth wide when Hina invaded it, stroking their tongues together. So fresh, so pure and sweet and earnest! What Hayate had been missing! Oh well - his loss was Hinagiku's gain. Mind reeling at that brief-but-dangerous thought, Hina threw herself into their union with redoubled efforts, leaving Ayumu's body behind as she cupped her cheeks with both hands, trying to draw more and more pleasure from her mouth. Her vague plan was to make it more and more passionate, which could justify the whole experience, right? If they truly gave over wholly to their desires... maybe they could claim temporary insanity! Or that they were just really, REALLY caught up in their acting!
But acting couldn't make her so wet. It couldn't make BOTH of them soaked inside.
It was around that time that Ayumu frantically yanked the pajama top over her head, exposing their chests and stomachs to each other. Without either of them watching, Hina lay back down and immediately resumed trying to devour her mouth - and they both gasped into each other when they felt their nipples brush. So much closeness had to be illegal, right?
"H-Hayate," she moaned aloud as she broke the kiss briefly, and Hinagiku went straight to work on her neck, kneading into the yielding flesh with her teeth. The desperation not to break character, to keep reality at bay, tinged the heated honesty of her feelings and words. "Ahh! Oh, Hayate, you're s-so amazing, it's so amazing!"
Hinagiku sat back, breathing heavily. "Are y-you..." She cleared her throat, rebooting her voice, making that extra effort to sound like the boy they had both desired so singularly. "Are you ready for me, Nishizawa-san?"
"W-what do you-" She gasped, turning away to stare at the wall. "B-but Hayate... this is so- we only just..."
"I need you," Hina gasped out, peeling off her pajama bottoms and panties at the same time, tossing them to the floor. The whole time, she was looking at the fragile, virgin folds of her friend, at the drip hanging from the bottom. "You and I were meant for this... and we're ready to make love. Please."
Ayumu nodded vaguely, tears running down her burning cheeks as her hand covered her chin nervously. "Ahh... hah... I am, I know I am! You... really want to? With me?"
Hinagiku forced herself to ignore the double meaning in the question; she could only be Hayate right now. "Yes, Nishizawa-san. I... I l-love you."
With that, she sat forward, taking the two long, silky legs gently, parting them, holding one of them aloft by the trim ankle. As their breath collectively picked up speed, she positioned her own saturated organ over her friend's, looking at the difference in shading in ther pubic hair, at how her own clit was larger than Ayumu's, but her labia were shorter, more rounded. Ayumu's were long, tender...
"I'm ready, Hayate," she whispered weakly, biting into her lip and waiting. The next moment, she cried, "AAHH!"
Hinagiku felt her eyes fly wide open from the sensation of another vulnerable, slick cunt against her own. It was paradise! Absolutely wondrous, sending wave after wave of love and adoration through her, causing her knees to buckle, her nipples to harden in the air. How could Ayumu feel so absolutely stimulating against her? Moaning obscenely, disgustingly given over to the thrill of touch, she began grinding against her, pulling both sets of legs farther apart as she struggled to stay upright.
"HAYATE!" Ayumu was shouting, crying, grunting. "It's... I can't feel you in there, but I feel you ON- ohhHH!"
"You do feel me in there," Hina said in a would-be deep voice that was too weakened from pleasure to entirely succeed. "Concentrate."
A few seconds passed as Ayumu merely moaned from the feeling of their shared wetness, of the pressure. Then, when Hina licked the sole her foot, she spasmed and jerked, letting out the wettest, dirtiest moan yet, coated in longing and desire. The next moment she called out, pretending with all her might, "AHH! I f-f... I feel it! I feel you inside me, Hayate, you're f-filling me up!"
"Yes!" Hina said with false bravado, taking great gasps of air to keep herself from fainting. "Yes, I am - I am inside my Nishizawa-san! This is... it's everything I ever dreamed!"
When she adjusted slightly, it became the truth; she felt one of her lips sliding between Ayumu's. That was beautiful - and terrible! Desperate for more sensation, she hugged the thigh to herself, draping the calf over her shoulder as she licked it, anything, anything for more. Her cunt was already burning up, feeling raw and itching from overuse, demanding release and rest. But she would not give it; she wanted more, she wanted to ride her forever.
"HAAAH!" Ayumu cried aloud, hands clutching at her bedsheets, head thrown back. "Oh God, it's so g-good- I want it! I want to feel this all the time!"
"Nishizawa!" It was drawing to an end; was there no way to prolong it, to stay in this elemental joy for any longer? No - finishing was unavoidable. "Are you ready to finish for me?"
"Yes, Hayate!" she cried, tongue lolling out as she fought to keep her muscles oxygenated. "Rub me raw - become one with me! Love me!"
Longing for any last iota of pleasure, to coax one more chill up her spine, Hinagiku shoved the hand that wasn't holding up Ayumu's leg between their bodies and began toying with her own clitoris frantically, jerking and stabbing and going wild. And, from the feeling on the back of her fingers and the alarmed sound Ayumu suddenly made, she happened to be playing with them both.
"AHH! AAHH! HAYATEEE!!!"
"NISHIZAWAAA!!!"
Explosions. Her head whipped around as she bellowed, and she felt the hairclips fly out, heard them bounce off the walls and the dresser. Somehow, even though they had both spasmed wildly, shaking all over, they couldn't move from the position. Hina shifted her hips slightly, reveling in the dull ache she felt when her lips grazed Ayumu's. It was spilling into her bones, perforating her heart. She felt another one building. So soon? It wouldn't be stopped. "I... I think it's coming again," she whispered, dropping the playacting voice as she swept her now-free hair from her sweat-drenched face - her brain didn't have the capacity to remember how to be Hayate now. Besides, there seemed to be less and less point in denial; they had done it. Really done it. She'd had sex with a girl.
"G-go ahead," Ayumu breathed, staring off and toward the door of her room, still crying. "M-more... more, Hina-chan!"
At that, the sound of her name said with so much desire, Hina felt her own eyes leaking with saltwater as she ground helplessly against her friend. "MMhhh... why is this... why is it so good? It's too good, Yumu - y-you shouldn't feel so delicious against me! We weren't supposed to..."
"NNHH," she moaned, leg twitching. "Oh, Hina! Harder! And... and more of..."
While Hina was still trying to make herself not think about what was happening, she found Nishizawa's foot was in her face, poking her. "What, what is it?"
"It made everything feel so much more... because we were..." The shame was so apparent that Hina glanced down at her burning features, at the way her lip quivered. "Lick me there again!"
This couldn't be happening. This should NOT be happening - ever! Hina breathed a shaky, anguished sigh, then ground harder and faster as she enveloped a few of Ayumu's tender toes in her lips, sucking and threading her tongue between them. To her astonishment and alarm, her friend began to cry out as if she were being drilled into by monstrous, nine-inch implements. Did it really heighten her pleasure so much?
"I'm cumming!" Ayumu whimpered, mere seconds later, hands playing at her own breasts as she vibrated from Hina's thrustings and gyrations. "It's... ohhh, it's so much bigger than last time, it's- AHH! Hina-chan!"
"Yumu!" she managed around Ayumu's foot, putting her free hand back to their clits and shimmying it all over. Seemingly from instinct, she felt Ayumu's free leg yank back and encircle her knees, nearly toppling her, while the toes in her mouth flexed, writhed, and froze alternately. In some twisted, depraved way, it really was a turn-on.
Why did her best friend have to be so damn hot?
"YAAHH! HINAGIKUUUU!!!"
"AYUMUUUU!!!"
This time, once the convulsing and squelching cries had ceased, Hina dropped Ayumu's leg and collapsed atop her friend, gasping for breath with a blank mind. Nothing more could be done; she was completely out of energy, out of desire. They were so sweaty... wasn't this gross? To roll all over your friend, naked and coated with perspiration and each other's juices? But she couldn't care. Sleep was too tempting...
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Hinagiku's eyes snapped open. Holy crap - what time was it? There's no way... but then she shifted, and she felt soft, smooth, silky flesh against her own, felt the gentle give of a breast. She sat up, eyes wide, staring down at Ayumu in the buff, at her friend who she'd done unseemly things with. Was it real - or a dream? Looked like the dream scenario wasn't going to hold water.
Slowly, quietly, she crawled over Ayu's body and found the floor. Just as she had unearthed her shirt and was trying to find her pants, she heard a half-asleep voice mutter, "Hina... Hina, what are you doing?"
"I'm-" Her words caught. "I was going to..."
"No," Ayumu breathed. When Hina looked up, frowning, her friend hastily looked away. "I m-mean... if you have t-to, you can. But... do you have to?"
"You really want me hanging around after- with everything we-" None of those could be finished.
"Yes," she squeaked desperately, lip trembling. "I... I can't have you leave right now, okay? You have to stick around for a few minutes, at least."
"My pubes are crunching," Hina told her, and Ayumu's eyes clenched shut. "Why? Because I've got some of you in them! I... god, I just want to go home, and take a shower, and forget we ever-"
"Forget we had sex?" Hina's ears burned. "Because we did... and I... and I liked it a lot. Okay?"
She had to choose NOW to be brave, didn't she? "But I d-d-didn't."
"Liar."
"FINE!" she burst out, dropping the clothes. "You wanna go again? Let's go!"
She leapt onto the bed, ravaging Ayumu's mouth with her own, hands fondling, groping. Ayumu pushed her off, stared at her evenly for a few seconds until Hina let out a choked sob, then slowly, delicately, lowered her back down, lips caressing hers, eyelashes brushing. A whimper sounded in Hina's throat as she returned the gentler, temperate kiss.
"No, I don't wanna go again," Ayumu told her evenly. "But... I wouldn't mind if you stayed."
"YUMU!" she cried, sobbing into her shoulder as she clung desperately to her friend. "Yumu, I don't want this! I w-want us to go back to being buddies, chums, amigas!"
"We still are," Ayumu sobbed with her. "But now we've got some other stuff we can do on sleepovers, right?"
Hinagiku fell to the side, curling her body around Ayumu's, grasping at her ribs, sniffling. "You... if you promise... to take good care of me, not to- to leave me... I'll protect you forever. But only if you never, ever break that promise - because only s-someone like that can- can be with me this way! So you have to swear! Okay?!"
"I swear!" Ayumu wailed, coughing. "On my life, I- Hina, I'm not going to abandon you, I'd never do that!"
"I know you wouldn't. But... you have to get how much more important it is now. Since you're more than just a friend. Since I lo... I l..."
"Hina, I love you, too!" she laughed wetly. "And you can tell me the same thing whenever you feel up to it. I'll wait."
Nodding, Hina placed a hesitant, tiny peck on the corner of Ayumu's jawline. This, more than anything, sealed the end of one phase of their friendship... and the beginning of the next. Because that was a lover's kiss, a soulmate bonding. They weren't just messing around; this had become real, and genuine, and unbreakable. The strong, firm arms that encircled Hina after that made her feel so much safer than she could have believed. Safer than with Hayate.
"But... if you want..."
"What?" Ayumu asked.
"I could still be him for you. Anytime."
Ayumu sniffled, grinning. "No. Like you said, who needs him? There are others who are willing to love me... closer than I thought."
An hour later, they still had not ceased to laugh, and embrace, and kiss. They would be suspiciously tired come morning.
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