---interlude; oc girls
They don't decide when to do it. It's not planned or prepared for, not really. They know the trip is the perfect opportunity for them to do it - privacy and a descive lack of any itinerary makes the week long onsen trip the ideal time to do it. Even the place is wonderful, a fitting location. An old building, the landscape heavy with foliage and the hot springs casting wreaths of mist over everything.
But they don't really plan it.
It start's off just as simple teasing brushes, swift contact throughout the day, shared secret smiles and once a quick kiss that leaves them both unsatisfied and wanting more.
But the girls with them aren't going to leave them alone, not that first day, not yet, and there's no chance to do anything more, not they would. they haven't done anything other than kiss; maybe some fumbled groping, shy and unskilled, when they were alone. Ayaka thinks, we are not alone enough and wonders how to change it, as her teammates crowd around her in the bath house.
"No one is to be up early tomorrow," someone announces, and Ayaka thinks it's chiyo, because she is the only one who thinks toward the future, but then another person says something about not even wanting to get up, and the matter is lost in the air, as they move from the bath house outside, to the brisk summer night, and into the deep springs, reserved for their use.
In another spring not too far, Ayaka can hear the boys splashing, laughing, but they're not important and she pushes them out of her mind as soon as Kayami is moving closer.
They show no affection to each other in public, around anyone, other than respect granted to each other as kouhai and senpai, and their relationship is not all that close. But they are tangled together, the red strings of their lives entwined, and Ayaka can't forget that.
Kayami smiles and her heart jumps.
It will be tonight, she thinks.
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They are rooming together; by choice or not, it does not matter. It simply remains, they are rooming together, and when Kayami reaches the room, she pushes the futons laid out closer, until they are touching, and fixes the blankets they will not need over the soft mattresses.
They are both in yukata's, damp with moisture from the onsen, and Kayami can see where Ayaka's hair has dripped onto the material; there is a dark spot just above the curve of her breast. And even as she watches, Ayaka standing nervously, shyly, next to the futon, a drop of water glides over the exposed skin of her shoulder, her neck, and down the valley between her breasts.
Kayami watches it, wondering where the water stopped; did it pool in her belly button, or slip lower, into the curls at the juncture of Ayaka's thighs, and this propels her from her seated position to standing, and drawing closer to the girl who makes her nipples tighten and her body throb, just with that shy smile and hestiant look.
They have seen each other in just bras and panties, in the nude, covered with water, fully clothed. Kayami wonders if there is any state she hasn't seen Ayaka in, and gets her answer when she reaches out, undoes the tie holding the yukata together, and watches as it falls open, slips back, baring flesh for only her eyes to see.
They are both pale, but there is the flush of exerction - of arousal, Kayami realizes, tinting Ayaka's skin to a lovely pink. Her nipples are hardened nubs, her breasts seem fuller than usual.
And when her hand slowly reaches out, traces that path the droplet of water took, between the valley of her breasts, skimming over the gentle slope of her abdomen, dipping into the pit of her belly button, and then lower, just stopping at the v that is formed by Ayaka's thighs, she can see the quickening, feel the trembling of her body, hears the tremor in her breathing.
Kayami smiles.