Fic: 4/4 ShizNat ficlets ~ Mai-HiME

[thehyenagal]

4/4 Mai-HiME ficlets, all ShizNat. 

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Title: Flecks of Happy to Spot Doubts With
Author: hyena_gal
Fandom: Mai-HiME
Summary: Sober Shizuru. Drunk Natsuki. A conversation.
Rating: G.
Disclaimer: They're too pretty to be mine.
Author's Notes: Post-anime. I take pleasure in titillating Shizuru. This makes me a bad, bad person. This is nothing new.

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Shizuru closed her eyes for a pregnant moment.

Not so much against anything -- as just to focus; the pleasant weight of a slender arm draped over her shoulders, warmth from the curve of a hipbone pressing against hers, the subtle scent of that shampoo Natsuki seemed to favour of recent date, inhaled on each breath. Almost a promise in the nearness of their bodies that there could be more of this shared intimacy...

Small shake of her head, to dismiss the thought, and she had to faintly smile, even if it happened to be solely for her own sake.

Some things never changed, it seemed.

"Damn Midori! Last time I ever let her buy me "one" drink! You know... you know what she is, Shizuru, that woman?" the gruff voice grumbled near her right ear in a thoughtful, slightly slurred tone as she concentrated on placing her foot in front of the other.

The two of them were slowly but steadily moving in a forward direction, which was... a good thing; Natsuki was most helpfully leaning heavily against the older girl as they took one step at a time down one of Tsukimori's many streets on the outlook for a cab. Or, correction: Shizuru was doing the looking. The blue-haired girl, head bowed and mumbling, was on the other hand more busy with some exceptionally silly-looking slumping along the length of the other female's body.

Shizuru let out an inaudible sigh as she hoisted her friend's weight a bit further up onto her shoulder. If Natsuki continued sliding down her side like a piece of meat covered in baby-oil, Shizuru would have no choice than to sweep her up into her arms and carry her bridal style soon.

Well. She wasn't going to lie. The thought *did* hold an attraction.

"No, what is she, Natsuki?" she politely asked as she scanned the cars driving past them to their left.

Nope. Nothing in sight that looked like taxis for now. She didn't have any idea how long this would take.

A frown found its way to the younger female's face at the sound of the answer. Couldn't see it, but felt the changes on the forehead form near the side of her throat, sensitized skin there alert to any minor shift. "She's a *liar*... She said 'only *one* drink'!"

And if it didn't sound like a certain *someone* was going to keep persisting in their innocence, even after what had occured during tonight's 'excesses'...

Shizuru decided to humor her crush. It was easier.

"Well, the "Welcome Back" party was held for her, after all. I guess it was bound to turn out more or less... wild, given her known interest in competitive drinking."

A groan, and definite clutching at her shoulder from the hand resting there. "Yeah, well, I wish she'd stayed in Pakistan or wherever it was! Away from me with all her booze pimping..."

Chuckle at that.

"Come now -- you weren't the only victim tonight."

"Mai *deserves* it. She arranged the whole thing."

Which was true, if nothing else. If there had been a person who seemed to have had just as much fun as Midori did, it'd most certainly been the busty female. After all, the last thing Shizuru had seen before dragging the biker out into the cooler night was a very intoxicated Mai on the club's dancefloor with one arm hooked around Tate-kun's neck... and the other around Reito's. Looking quite pleased -- a lot like someone who'd just won the lottery, actually.

"A little further, Natsuki... and I can rent us a cab." That would work as bait to encourage her to walk a bit further on. //Hopefully//. How long again did it usually take getting one here in downtown Tsukimori on a Friday night?

"Mmmnn," was the only thing uttered against the column of her throat, blue head resting heavily on her shoulder, every exhalation of breath tickling feather-lightly under the chestnut-haired female's chin.

Oh, this was not easy. Not easy at all. Her body was already asking if it was alright to react to the sensations coursing through it and to let the stream of blood rush around at greater speed...

Only now she could really feel the impact of how much she actually needed a quick rest.

Shizuru slowed their pace, and managed to get them both lined up against whatever wall happened to be within reasonable distance, stoically letting herself serve as cushion for Natsuki against the chill surface.

"Let's just wait here until I spot one..."

The words seemed more directed at the tendrils of grey smoke twirling against the black of night above than to the young woman she was holding securely in her arms.

The steady throbbing of booming club music could be heard from further ahead. Absently listened to the pulse in it for a while, since the muffled sung lyrics were beyond deciphering, before growing aware of the small sniffles from a pert nose pressing against her throat's skin, moving up to her ear, hair.

"You smell nice." It was the closest thing to a nuzzle she had ever received from anybody in her life. And it *did* feel alarmingly good. So, she allowed it to last for another guilty second before angling her head away, reaching up with her hand. Cupped the pretty face and watched the glazed green eyes fix on her own.

A slow, easy smile formed on Natsuki's lips. "Heh. This is self-restraint, isn't it?" Because it was all there for her to look at, wasn't it? Nothing hidden, nothing...

'The very face of it', she wanted to say, but offered a small crooked smile instead, a hint of dark in her hooded eyes as she studied her back. "You noticed?" This near, she could openly admire the embraced beauty from forehead to chin with careful attention.

Short, rough laugh rolling out from somewhere inside Natsuki's chest. "I'm not *that* drunk." Consumed alchohol had this effect of dropping the biker's voice more in pitch than it usually was - as well as turning it husky. Shizuru was desperately trying not to shiver at the sound.

Covered the weakness up by letting her flirting smile grow wider instead. Breathed the question as close to those pink lips as she dared."What would you do if I kissed you now? Started touching you?"

A jaw-creaking yawn as the younger woman pushed her cheek more into the hand, all sleepy smile and sleepy eyes up at her. Felt the bone and flesh shift and move in her palm. How her mouth grew curiously dry at the look she got.

"I'd say you were taking advantage of me --"

Sharp pang in her chest at those words.

"-- and I know you wouldn't do that."

Shizuru sensed how her own smile fell, instant serious expression forming. "No, I wouldn't." Needed, *needed* her to understand that, trust that. Know it as the truth.

"So, to make sure that's not the case, I'll do both."

"Both?"

"The kissing and the touching,"

She was certain she'd missed out on something important a split second ago.

"I don't think you shou--"

The kiss that promptly landed on her still opened mouth followingly was wet and clumsy, uncoordinated enough to make their foreteeth briefly clack together, and Shizuru heard herself give a tiny whimper before she could even attempt to suppress the noise.

There and then gone. Natsuki pulled away with a loud smack, corners of her mouth already curling up in a goofy smile as she studied the stunned expression on her friend's face.

A heavy frown, and a mock serious tone followed. "There. Now, behave."

And then there seemed nothing else to do than blink, and blink, and blink some more, before letting the soft laughter break from her, Natsuki joining in it, the girl in her arms seemingly having accepted that she was at the mercy of her friend for the given moment since she just seemed to press her body more into the offered warmth, tried to fold herself around it.

She couldn't help it. Smiled the smallest peck into the marine hair, and knew without a doubt that the receiver felt it from the way she went calm, surrendered, tried to make herself as comfortable as possible in their current position.

And most importantly - was OK with being given it back.

"You do realise I'll remind you of this as soon as you're sober, Natsuki? For a long, long time to come?"

Trying to keep the giggle inside. She really truly *was*.

A handful of moments before the response came, drawled into her hair.

"Maybe..."

Seemed to be more in that statement, so Shizuru patiently waited for the rest to be murmured, which came so lowly she had to strain her ears in order to catch it.

"Maybe I won't mind. *That* much."

And Natsuki's hand, a bit chilled from the air and the not moving, reached around and unsurely groped after one of the other girl's resting on her lower back until finding it. Clutched at it in a fumbling squeeze.

Shizuru felt her heart do that quick flutter it always had the few times Natsuki had ever treated her to one of her genuine smiles during the time they had known each other.

And started pretending to keep an eye out for any available cabs passing by in the noisy, neonlit night.

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