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"Sorry for the wait, ma'am! I have your order of yakisoba, takoyaki, and iced tea right here!"
Homura quickly set her tray of food down, handing each item to the mother and rambunctious children she was serving. The woman thanked her, being so kind as to even leave a tip, which the tanned shinobi gratefully tucked into her front pouch before taking her leave, silver platter in hand.
Summer was in full force, the sun's hot rays beaming down onto the beautiful Japanese coastline. For most people, it was a time of play and relaxation, but for Homura and her squad, it was a time of scrounging up all the seasonal work they could before the fall weather arrived. Clothes and food didn't buy themselves, after all, though at the very least everyone had managed to find something in terms of work. At the very least, they were reasonably set.
In Homura's case, the fiery shinobi had snagged a job serving food to people as a seaside waitress, and business was currently booming, all sorts of orders coming in. Naturally, she was dressed for the part, donning a flashy red bikini with floral patterns, her nametag clipped to her left cup and a pouch around her waist. While it wasn't exactly a complex role, it was definitely a busy one, constantly keeping Homura on her toes. Dealing with all these customers was exhausting, but soon, her shift would be over, and the brunette had half a mind to soak up some sun immediately afterwards.
Until then, however, Homura was stuck carrying out more orders. Including her latest round of takeout: a large bowl of shaved ice with strawberry syrup to a lone female customer who had just arrived.
Luckily for Homura, her customer was easy to pick out from the sea of customers; the big straw hat on her head alone sticking out like a sore thumb to the rogue shinobi.
Here was hoping that this woman wouldn't be difficult like some of the other customers today.
Platter in hand, Homura effortlessly weaved through the noisy crowd of people, her big, tanned tits bouncing up and down as she moved. The sight earned a few appreciative whistles from the boys in the crowd, which made Homura roll her eyes in disgust and annoyance. It was just one of the few problems she had with this waitressing gig.
Regardless, Homura finally approached the table, leaning down and placing her plate with practiced ease. "Here you are, ma'am. Sorry for the wait."
"Ah, thank you." The female customer smiled, just barely visible beneath the rim of her hat. "You needn't apologize for making me wait, either. I was well aware things would be busy here." She took the bowl into her hands, and with a soft hum, took the accompanying spoon and scooped a sizable chunk of shaved ice into her mouth. "Mmm… This is delicious~"
"Thank you. It's a pleasure to… Wait a minute." Right as Homura was about to leave, the Crimson Squad's leader stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes focusing on the 'mystery' customer. Her brows furrowed for a moment, instincts screaming at her that she knew this person somehow, before chuckling and flashing a small grin. "Heh… I know that voice anywhere, Ice Queen."
"Ice Queen?" At Homura's accusation, the female customer's lips creased into a thin line. But then, just as quickly, she smiled again, head tilting upwards to reveal sapphire eyes and silvery grey hair. "I see… It looks like I was wrong to doubt your ability to pick me out of this crowd, Homura."
"Your dress and hat had me fooled for a minute there, but if you think I can't recognize my girlfriend's voice, then you clearly don't know me." Homura replied, emphasizing her point by giving Yumi a boop on her nose. "Maybe if you didn't react to my nickname so strongly, heh."
Yumi giggled at Homura's gesture, her smile persisting. "Or perhaps I wanted you to recognize me."
"Playing games with me, huh?" Homura's lips curled into a playful smirk as she leaned against the edge of Yumi's table, her silver platter tucked under one arm. Before the fiery brunette went any further, she glanced over her shoulder briefly, checking that her manager wasn't watching before giving Yumi her full attention. "So what brings you all the way out here, Ice Queen? Miss me that much?"
"You could say that." Yumi nodded, allowing herself another serving of shaved ice before speaking again. "Haruka told me that you were working here, so I decided it wouldn't hurt to pay my girlfriend a visit." She chuckled softly. "And it's just my luck that they also serve shaved ice here."
"Haruka's got a big mouth." Homura said, but there was no heat in her words. "Though I guess I should thank her. It's good to see you." Her thumb brushed against Yumi's cheek briefly before she pulled her hand back, mindful of her surroundings. "I'd be doing a lot more than this if I wasn't on the clock, you know."
"Oh, believe me, I'm quite aware." Another giggle fled Yumi, who allowed her gaze to drift elsewhere. Specifically, towards Homura's tanned figure, which her skimpy bikini hugged oh-so wonderfully. "I suppose I would be lying if I said that seeing you like this doesn't catch my interest as well." She admitted, adding, "That bikini truly flatters your figure, I must say."
"Would you believe me if I said this is standard uniform?" Homura prompted. "It helps get me good tips. Works like a charm, too." She struck a playful pose, one hand on her hip as Yumi stared, which caused her to grin. "Kidding. Mostly. The tips have been pretty good, actually."
A shout from the food stall reminded Homura she was still on the clock. She sighed, straightening up.
"Look, I really gotta get back to it before my boss has my head. But—" She fished a small notepad from her waist pouch, scribbling something quickly before tearing the page out and sliding it across the table to Yumi. "That's when my shift ends, and where we can meet up afterwards. If you feel so inclined, babe."
Yumi took the torn page, carefully reading its contents before she nodded. "Yes, I would be delighted to meet with you later, Homura." She replied, proceeding to carefully tuck the note into her purse, only to then start rummaging around for something else. "Ah, and before I forget…" A moment later, the silver-haired shinobi presented some large bills to Homura. "Here's your tip for such excellent customer service~"
Homura's eyes went wide at the sight of the large bills Yumi was offering. She quickly glanced around, making sure no one was watching before leaning in closer.
"Yumi, this is way too much…!" Homura whispered, though her hand instinctively reached for the money before she caught herself. "I can't accept—I mean, you're my girlfriend, not some random customer looking to—" She stopped, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she realized how that sentence might finish.
Still, the rogue shinobi's financial instincts were strong. After a moment of internal conflict, she plucked the bills from Yumi's fingers with a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude.
"… Thanks." Homura shook her head, but her smile was warm as she tucked the money into her waist pouch. "Now I really have to make sure my boss doesn't catch me slacking off."
To this, Yumi nodded, not wanting to accidentally get Homura fired due to their flirting. "Do what you need to, then." She advised, pulling her shaved ice closer as she added in a sultry tone, "I'll be waiting for you after work, my love. You have my word."
Homura's face flushed a shade of red, though she refused to let Yumi see that. She liked to be smug when she had an effect on her, even with sappy crap like that.
"Yeah, I'll keep you to that…" Homura murmured before finally walking away, at least before her manager would start yelling at her again.
She sighed. This shift couldn't be over soon enough…
Time would swiftly pass for Homura, though it certainly didn't feel that way on her end. Yumi had departed not long after finishing her shaved ice, leaving the Crimson Squad leader to finish her shift without her girlfriend's company, which was a million times more preferable to some of her more leery customers. Par for the course, she supposed.
Thankfully, Homura's shift would eventually end halfway into the afternoon, freeing her up at last. As soon as she collected her daily pay, the tanned shinobi practically bolted, rushing over to where Yumi was hopefully waiting for her.
And to Homura delight, Yumi was indeed there, standing beneath the shade of a large beachside pavilion, her straw hat now replaced by a simple sun visor that let her silver hair spill freely over her shoulders. She still wore the same flowing white sundress as she had earlier, which did little to hide the sexy curves beneath; a stark contrast to her usual mission attire. One hand held a paper fan, gently wafting cool air toward her face, and when she spotted Homura rushing toward her, that familiar composed smile spread across Yumi's features.
Homura slowed to a stop, slightly out of breath, her red bikini still clinging to her tanned skin with a fine sheen of sweat from the day's work. "Huff… Did I keep you waiting?"
Yumi gently shook her head, maintaining her soft smile. "Not at all. If anything, waiting for you gave me a chance to listen to the sounds of the sea."
"Well, at least one of us got to relax." Homura said, instinctively rolling her shoulder to alleviate the sore muscle. "Ugh, never thought I'd say this, but I think I prefer Master Suzune's training over customer service."
"Considering all the stares and underhanded comments you received, I don't doubt that." Yumi replied, briefly frowning at the notion before she shook her head. "But you can rest easy now, Homura. Today's work is done." She assured, collapsing her paper fan and stepping closer to the tanned tomboy, reaching out to grasp her hand firmly. "It's just you and I, now."
Homura's gaze turned hungry at these words. She stepped forward, crowding into Yumi's space, her free hand finding the curve of her girlfriend's hip beneath the white sundress. Her voice came out low, rough.
"You have no idea," Homura breathed, "how good that sounds~"
Yumi knew the look in Homura's eyes quite well. She only really showed it either in battle or, right now, when she was very, very horny. And frankly, seeing the tanned tomboy as she was now, skin glistening with sweat and intimates hugged by her skimpy excuse of a bikini, Yumi couldn't help but feel very excited as well.
"Ahah… I see you're as blunt as ever." Yumi joked, leaning into Homura's touch, loving how good her hand felt even through her sundress. "Though, perhaps that's a good thing." She mused, cracking her own smirk as her voice turned low and sultry. "Because I just so happen to be wearing a rather… flattering bikini underneath this dress~"
A low growl rumbled in Homura's throat, her fingers curling into the thin fabric of Yumi's sundress. "Is that so?" Her voice dropped an octave, dark and hungry. "Guess I'll have to see for myself."
Before Yumi could respond, Homura's hands found the straps of the sundress, grabbing and swiftly yanking them off Yumi's shoulders in one swift motion. The white fabric cascaded down her girlfriend's frame, pooling at her feet and revealing what lay beneath.
Clinging to Yumi's voluptuous, slender frame was a gorgeous light blue haltertop bikini that paired excellently with her hair. Just like Homura's swimsuit, the fabric left virtually nothing to the imagination, exposing an ample amount of sideboob as her breasts quite literally threatened to spill out with the slightest movement, or perhaps even snap the top entirely. Her bottoms weren't any less lewd, practically resembling a thong with how much soft, pillowy cheek it exposed. It was truly a unique look for someone so conservative, but for today's purposes, Yumi didn't mind dressing so boldly. She knew Homura definitely needed the eye candy.
Homura's breath caught in her throat, her emerald eyes drinking in every inch of Yumi's pale, exposed skin with undisguised hunger. The white halter top strained against Yumi's massive tits, and the way the afternoon light caught the curves of her hips made Homura's mouth go dry, forcing her to swallow thickly.
"Well, well~" Homura's voice came out as a low rasp, her tongue darting out to wet suddenly dry lips. "All for me, babe? You shouldn't have~"
Yumi simply chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes. "You can thank the others for this. I had planned on dressing more modestly, but they insisted." She explained, letting Homura drink up the sight of her in this naughty bikini. "Judging by that look in your eyes, however, I think they were right to suggest this swimsuit."
Homura's response was to close the distance between them entirely, her body pressing against Yumi's as her hands found bare skin—one splaying across the small of her girlfriend's back, the other sliding up to cup the side of a breast barely contained by the straining halter top.
"They were very right~" Homura murmured against Yumi's ear, her teeth grazing the lobe before she pulled back just enough to meet those pale blue eyes. "And I already wanna rip it right off of you to see your beautiful tits~"
Despite herself, Yumi's grin widened. "Hmm… What a coincidence. I was pondering the exact same thing." She uttered teasingly. Deciding to up her own game, Gessen's leader allowed her touch to grow more assertive, one hand palming Homura's busty chest while the other grabbed a meaty chunk of her girlfriend's thick ass, giving both a small squeeze that made her lover shiver. "I couldn't say it back at the stall, but… Seeing you in such a skimpy, scandalous, slutty bikini like this is stirring up all manner of lewd feelings within me." She spoke with a lustful edge. "Feelings that make me want to absolutely ravage you~ Body and soul~"
Homura's knees nearly buckled.
"Fuck, Yumi…" The curse came out as a ragged exhale. "You can't just—say shit like that…" Her voice cracked when Yumi's fingers found her nipple through the thin red fabric, shivering as her nipple began to harden, "and expect me to keep it together…!"
Frankly, Homura didn't want to keep it together.
The beach pavilion offered them a modicum of privacy; a wooden structure with weathered benches, half-shielded from the main stretch of sand by overgrown beach grass and the angle of the setting sun. But they were still in public. Still visible to anyone who happened to glance their way.
Homura didn't care.
Neither did Yumi.
"Then don't keep it together." Yumi suddenly interjected, surprising Homura with her words. Enough to pull them both against the relative privacy of the pavilion's walls, pressing her back to it while letting Homura keep her more dominant position. "We've both been waiting for a moment like this all day long. And if there's one thing I've learned from you and the others, it's that you need to live in the present rather than continuously dwell on the past." She passionately explained, letting her mini speech sink in before adding, "I want this as badly as you do, Homura. So please… Let's spend this time doing what we truly desire."
Yumi's words hung in the air between them, charged with an electricity that made Homura's pulse hammer in her ears. The tanned shinobi didn't need to be told twice.
Without warning, Homura's mouth crashed against Yumi's with a fierceness that bordered on desperate, her hands moving with frantic purpose—one tangling in silvery hair while the other yanked at the strings of the white halter top. The flimsy back knots gave way almost instantly, the fabric falling forward to reveal Yumi's full, pale breasts to the warm afternoon air. If ever there was a time when Homura thought anything was more important or valuable than money, then it was right now.
Yumi was stunned, but only for a moment. She knew exactly what needed to happen next. In a matter of seconds, the icy shinobi beauty kissed Homura back with equal fierceness, paying little mind to her newfound state of toplessness, in fact relishing it. She moaned deeply, hands gripping her girlfriend's big, plump chest and ass like a gentle vice, refusing to let go as she eagerly mashed them beneath her fingers. Yumi wasn't content to stop there, however, and soon, she was pushing Homura's own skimpy bikini top up and out of the way, exposing the brunette's gorgeous tanned boobs.
A strangled sound escaped Homura's throat as her breasts spilled free, the red fabric now bunched awkwardly above them. Homura pulled back enough to let the garment hit the floor, leaving both busty beauties in just their panties.
Which Homura didn't allow for long.
"You're wearing too much." Homura growled against Yumi's lips, her fingers already working to yank her girlfriend's cheeky white bikini bottoms down. The fabric stretched, and Homura thoroughly enjoyed hearing it snap back against Yumi's pale skin before she started pulling downwards, with the scrap of fabric joining her lover's top on the pavilion's wooden floor.
"Ah!" A healthy blush spread across Yumi's pale skin before Homura roughly kissed her, the knowledge that she was naked in public both embarrassing and exciting her in equal measure. "Mmph… So shameless and needy…" She smirked as she kissed Homura back, hands continuing to play with her girlfriend's bouncy assets while they hornily made out, voluptuous curves grinding together. "Was work truly so frustrating today?"
"More than you know…" Homura breathed, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak before diving back in, her tongue sliding against Yumi's in a dance that was anything but gentle. Her hands roamed with feverish intensity—palming Yumi's newly freed breasts, thumbs finding stiff peaks and rolling them until her girlfriend gasped into her mouth.
The sound went straight to Homura's core, heat pooling low in her belly as she pressed Yumi harder against the weathered wooden wall. Her own skimpy red bottoms were getting absolutely soaked with her lewd juices, remaining the last annoying barrier between the two lovers.
Fortunately, it wouldn't stay a problem for very long.
Sensing her fiery lover's frustration, Yumi's fingers slid inside the waistband of Homura's cheeky bikini bottoms. They curled, tugging at the thin fabric, simply savoring the way it dug into her girlfriend's plump thighs. She even let her swimsuit snap back into place just as Homura had, smirking at the sudden yelp it elicited from her partner. Then, just as swiftly, Yumi began to tug Homura's bottoms down, getting them halfway down the brunette's thighs before the renegade was able to shake them off. This left the two of them completely nude, not a single inch of bare skin left covered.
The sight was beyond perfect to both parties.
"Beautiful…" Yumi mouthed in awe, briefly pulling back to admire Homura's sexy, voluptuous body. If only for a moment. "No… I don't think anything I say can do justice to how much your naked body turns me on~" She said with a chuckle, running her cool fingertips down Homura's figure, worshiping the soft, immaculate flesh.
"You're one to talk~" Homura left no room for a response before she surged forward on her partner.
A shudder wracked Yumi's frame as Homura's lips found the column of her throat, hot and insistent against the pale column of flesh. The tanned shinobi pressed her weight forward, pinning Yumi more firmly against the weathered wooden slats of the pavilion wall, their bare skin sliding together in a way that made both women gasp from pleasure.
"Ngh~! L-likewise~" Yumi replied, cracking a faint grin. She submitted completely to Homura's advance, body and soul, giving no resistance as the brunette fiercely groped her huge breasts and nipped at her pale, sensitive skin. Each intimate touch felt searing, but that hardly stopped the icy shinobi from wanting to return the favor, loins ironically burning hot with need. "Mmng… P-perhaps I should—Aaah~!—make my stance clear through my actions, instead~"
While Homura enacted her pent up urges, Yumi did the same. Both her hands dipped down, heading straight for the tanned tomboy's juicy, jiggly, oh-so enticing ass. Her fingers wasted no time squeezed both rear cheeks tightly, nails digging in, drawing out a powerful moan from Homura. Yumi smirked and chuckled at this reaction, but the ice queen still wasn't done, managing to leverage her position to drive a leg between her lover's, using her grip to push Homura's wet cunt hard against the length of her limb.
A sharp gasp tore from Homura's throat as Yumi's thigh pressed firmly against her aching core, the sudden friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. Her hips jerked instinctively, grinding down against the offered limb even as her mind raced to regain control. It was everything Homura could have wanted after such a long, boring day of work.
"Oh, you want to play that way?" Homura's voice came out strained, but her smirk returned with a vengeance. "Two can play at that game, Ice Queen~"
Homura's hand slid down from Yumi's hip, fingers trailing over the curve of her waist, across the soft plane of her stomach, before finally reaching their destination. Her palm pressed flat against Yumi's glistening maidenhood, feeling the damp heat radiating from her girlfriend's core, and a predatory grin spread across her face. For someone who preached about public decency, Yumi was doing anything but that right now.
Before Yumi could respond, Homura's lips began a slow, deliberate descent. She kissed her way down Yumi's throat, pausing to suck gently at her collarbone, savoring the sharp intake of breath it earned her. Lower still, her mouth traced a path across the swell of Yumi's chest, her tongue darting out to taste the salt-sweat that clung to her girlfriend's skin.
"A-AAHHN~!" All at once, Yumi found herself being assaulted by pleasure at two different ends, feeling Homura's tongue and fingers make contact simultaneously. A terribly potent wave of arousal washed across the silver-haired shinobi as her breasts and pussy were so expertly teased, her body violently shuddering in pure bliss, legs wobbling like that of a newborn deer. "Haaah… Y-you… You're pure evil…!" She breathed out, but her expression and tone made it clear that she was merely joking, absolutely loving all the attention she was receiving.
Homura's laugh was dark and low against Yumi's skin, sending vibrations through the sensitive flesh beneath her lips. "Evil?" She repeated, her fingers already exploring the slick heat between Yumi's thighs, finding her dripping wet. "You're the one who showed up looking like that. Wearing nothing under that dress but this dental floss. You knew exactly what you were doing."
A second later, Homura's thumb found Yumi's clit with unerring accuracy, circling it slowly while her other hand maintained its relentless grip on her girlfriend's ass. Homura's mouth closed around one pebbled nipple, her tongue flicking across the stiff peak before sucking hard.
"HA-AAAH~!" A deep, visceral cry escaped Yumi's lips, body arching as she leaned into Homura's touch, loving every second of sensual skin contact. "H-heh… I know. And I don't… ngh… regret my choices whatsoever." Lips curling into a soft smirk, the icy shinobi reached up, gently grabbing her lover's head and smooshing Homura into her vast cleavage. Simultaneously, she drove her leg hard against the renegade's own dripping wet lower lips, shifting it up and down Homura's thighs, even adding her own fingers to the mix, the tips beginning to gently tweak her lover's sensitive clit.
"MNNGH~!" Homura's eyes damn near rolled back from the attack, her entire body shivering from the sudden pleasure aimed straight at her core. If Yumi was anything, she wasn't a slouch, and she knew Homura's body all too well to know how to undo her precisely.
Two could play this game, though.
Homura's own fingers answered the challenge, two digits plunging into Yumi's wet heat without warning. The silver-haired beauty's hips bucked against her hand, a strangled cry escaping her lips as Homura's palm ground against her clit with each thrust.
"Not so composed now, are you~?" Homura pulled back just enough to murmur against Yumi's chest, her fingers curling inside her girlfriend in a way she knew would make those pale blue eyes roll back.
"Nggh~! L-look… Look who's talking…!" Yumi uttered through gritted teeth, fighting her carnal urges as she slipped two fingers of her own inside Homura's burning pussy, going in as deep as the could and causing the brunette to shakily moan in pure ecstasy. "You're just as soaked as I am, Homura~" She teased, and for an added flourish, her free hand snaked back down towards Homura's chest, giving her big, squishy orbs a hearty squeeze. "So wet and warm for me~"
Homura's response was lost in a loud, wanton moan as Yumi's fingers pushed deeper, her walls clenching around the intrusion. Her own hand stuttered in its rhythm, the dual assault on her senses making it impossible to maintain any semblance of control.
"Fuck—!" The curse came out breathless, Homura's forehead dropping against Yumi's shoulder as her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against her girlfriend's hand. "You always—ah—always do this…!"
"Do what?" Yumi asked, her fingers curling inside Homura even as she continued her relentless pace against the tanned woman's clit. "Make you lose that pretty little mind of yours?"
Homura's answer was to sink her teeth into Yumi's shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark. Her own fingers pumped faster, harder, desperate to make Yumi fall apart too.
The brief flash of sultry smugness Yumi felt shattered at Homura's gentle yet heated love bite, making her cry out again. It was nothing short of a miracle that they hadn't been discovered yet, what with how frequently they moaned their sexual triumphs. Yet, contrary to what her shinobi training had drilled into her since childhood, Yumi didn't care if she and Homura got caught at this point. Because if they did, then all people would see would be two beautiful girls showing each other the overflowing love they shared for one another. And that was all the more reason to give this her all, with Yumi matching Homura's frenzied pace as they pushed each other closer and closer to the brink.
"Aaah~! AAAHHN~! H-Ho… Homura…!" Another beautiful, piercing cry tore itself from Yumi's fair lips, barely able to stand as white hot pleasure burned across her entire body. Her pussy especially. "K-keep… Please keep going…!" She hornily beseeched, struggling just to get those words out, much less remain standing. "I love this…! Love you…!"
Homura's heart hammered against her ribs, Yumi's words igniting something fierce and tender in her chest all at once. Her fingers answered the plea, thrusting deeper, faster, her thumb pressing insistently against Yumi's clit with each stroke. Anything to make Yumi feel as amazing as she did.
"Hngh…! L-Love… Love you, too, babe~!" Homura gasped against the pale skin of Yumi's throat, her own voice breaking as Yumi's fingers matched her pace stroke for stroke. "Fuck, Yumi…! I-I'm gonna—A-AAAAAAAH~!"
Homura couldn't finish the sentence. The pressure building in her core, coiling tighter and tighter with every grind of Yumi's thigh against her slick heat, every curl of those clever fingers inside her: it was too much. Homura's hips stuttered, her rhythm faltering as the first waves of her orgasm began to crest.
But she refused to go alone.
With a final, desperate surge of will, Homura drove her fingers deep, curling them against that spot inside Yumi that made her girlfriend see stars. Her mouth found Yumi's again, swallowing the scream that tore from her lover's throat as her focus shattered completely.
"M-MMMPH~! MWAAAAAAH~!" Homura's final effort did just the trick, breaking Yumi's defenses at last. She recklessly screamed into her lover's mouth, thankful that the noise was muffled, lest the entire beach learn of their steamy love affair. She let herself go limp, eyes rolling back and body trembling uncontrollably as juices gushed from her pussy, splattering across Homura's hands and anything in-between. Her mind went hazy from the sheer pleasure of it all, but there was little doubt that this orgasm had been beyond incredible.
Homura's legs gave out first. She felt her knees buckle, the strength she had been running on all day finally abandoning her completely. She slid down the length of Yumi's body in a slow collapse, her cheek coming to rest against the soft swell of her girlfriend's stomach. The wooden floor of the pavilion was rough against her knees, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
Yumi followed her soon after, her own legs finally betraying her as she sank down to meet Homura. They ended up in a heap together, limbs tangled, skin sticky with sweat and salt spray from the nearby sea. Yumi's back rested against the pavilion wall, her silver hair splayed across her shoulders while Homura lay sprawled across her lap, face buried against the warmth of her girlfriend's plush thighs.
"Haaah… Hah…" Panting hard, Yumi placed a hand to her chest, trying to recover from how intense her orgasm had been. It took the silver-haired shinobi a good few moments to do so, and when she glanced down, seeing Homura equally spent and nuzzling contentedly atop her thighs, she smiled and giggled softly, reaching down to stroke Homura's silky hair. "Was… Was that worth the wait… Homura~?"
Homura let out a breathless laugh against Yumi's thigh, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there as she shifted to press a lazy kiss to the inside of her girlfriend's knee.
"Hah… Definitely~" Homura's voice was muffled, still thick with the aftermath of her orgasm. She tilted her head up, emerald eyes glinting with satisfied energy. "That was hours of pent up stress you got out of me right there~"
Yumi chuckled as well, sighing out as her gaze met Homura's. "I see… In that case, I'm glad you were able to finally relax. I can tell that you truly needed it." Laughing again, the silver-haired beauty helped her lover up, embracing Homura tight as the brunette sat on her lap, arms wrapping around Yumi's neck while they cuddled. "Hmm… It's almost funny, in a way." Yumi idly mused. "Never did I ever think I would get this intimate with someone who I was sworn to eliminate. And yet… Here we both are."
Homura's laugh rumbled against Yumi's chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across the pale skin of her girlfriend's shoulder. "Yeah, well," She pressed a kiss to the hollow of Yumi's throat, feeling the rapid pulse there slowly steadying, "The whole 'sworn enemies' thing never really stuck with me. You can thank Asuka for that."
Yumi chuckled, leaning down to gently kiss Homura's head. "I'll be sure to tell her that next time we meet." She said, fingertips idly drumming against her lover's back. "But right now, I'm far more interested in taking you out to dinner. My treat."
"As long as it's got meat, I'm all in, babe." Homura said with a smirk. "Seriously, I can only take Yomi's signature bean sprout soup so many times."
Another giggle fled Yumi. "And that's yet another reason I'm taking you out to eat besides the fact that I love you." She teased, and after stealing a quick kiss, the icy shinobi reached out to grab part of her swimsuit, winking as she held her bottoms up for Homura to see. "Let's put these back on before we leave, at least. While I have no issue walking around naked with you, I doubt the beach staff feel the same way."
Homura snorted, snatching the white bikini bottoms from Yumi's fingers. "Bah, they're a bunch of stuck up idiots, but fine, I'll conform to society's standards this once."
Yumi simply smiled at this, proceeding to put her swimsuit back on alongside Homura and gather her things. This time, she kept her sundress off, choosing to stroll to the fancy seaside restaurant she had seen in just her bikini. After all, it was technically the dress code.
"Shall we go, then?" Yumi inquired, holding her hand out for Homura to take.
"We shall." Homura grinned, tugging Yumi toward the pavilion's exit. "But I'm warning you now: if this fancy place doesn't have proper portions, I'm dragging you to the okonomiyaki stand afterwards."
"Fair enough." Yumi conceded, giving out one last chuckle as she squeezed Homura's hand and began leading her starving girlfriend to food.
Suffice to say, Homura would eat more than her fill that evening.
And she loved every second of it.