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"You don't need to do that," Chisato said quietly.  

Miku stopped, cocking her head.  "Do what?" 

Chisato wiggled their clasped hands.  

"Oh." Miku released her grip and pulled her hand away.  "You don't like it?" 

"It's unnecessary, isn't it?" Chisato checked behind them.  The boys weren't following them.  She could always tell when they were sneaking around, they weren't subtle.  There was no point in keeping up the act.  

"I suppose." Miku pouted, tugging on her hair as she looked up at Chisato through her bangs.  "You still wanna get food?"

"Of course," Chisato said.  Like she'd pass up any excuse to get food.  

Miku lit up.  She grabbed Chisato's sleeve, tugging her forward.  As Chisato caught up with Miku's pace, the girl let go of her sleeve.  They walked side by side, arms brushing slightly and Chisato felt the urge to grab the girl's hand again.  

She pushed the thought away.  It had only been a joke.  Miku had only invited her on this "date" to annoy the boys.  It was no different than any other time they hung out.

Miku was warm as she leaned on Chisato.  They sat under the shade of a large tree, sipping their sodas quietly.  

The casual touch wasn't different.  They leaned on each other all the time.  In fact, Chisato was usually the one doing the leaning.  Any other day she'd love to sprawl out, head in Miku's lap while the other girl played with her hair.  

It wasn't different.  

Nothing had changed.  

Chisato sighed and Miku looked at her with a questioning noise.  

"It's nothing," Chisato muttered, chewing on her straw.  

Frowning, Miku scooted around until her chin was resting on Chisato's shoulder.  "This isn't going make things awkward between us, right?" she said, her arm wrapping around Chisato's.  

"Don't be ridiculous." Chisato smiled as cold disappointment seeped into her chest.   Which was silly. She should be feeling relief, that everything was fine and normal.  But there was a sharp pain in her chest.  

"I can tell the boys I was lying," Miku said.  Her voice was soft and quiet.  She sounded almost as disappointed as Chisato felt. "If you're not ready—"

"No!" Chisato cut her off.  There was no point in spoiling the joke.  "I think we should do more in front of them, actually." 

She grinned as Miku perked up.  "Are you sure?" 

"It'll annoy them." Chisato felt excited by the very idea.  Of cuddling up close to Miku as the boys watched in confusion.  None of them would be brave enough to question the situation head on, so they'd be able to tease for weeks, maybe months.  

Miku's laugh was bright and sweet.  She squeezed Chisato's arm and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  "I should have figured it would be something like that," she said.  

Chisato's skin heated where Miku's lips had touched.  Her mind went blank as Miku phone went off and she groaned.  Chisato was still processing the kiss as Miku hopped up, brushing dirt and grass from her skirt.  

"Sorry, I've got to go help make dinner." Miku bounced on her feet as she waved goodbye and skipped away.  

As the girl got farther away, Chisato touched the spot Miku’s lips had touched delicately.  The skin under her hand felt warm and she realized she was blushing.  She wondered if she should call it off.  If she was getting this flustered from an innocent kiss, she might be the one that ended up making a fool of herself.

Miku was oddly light.  Chisato had always been petite, it was rare someone sat in her lap.  Usually people insisted it being the other way around.  So maybe Miku wasn't light, maybe all those people insisting they'd crush her were exaggerating.  

She liked the way it felt, someone sitting in her lap.  Not Miku specifically, well yes her specifically, but in general it was nice.  The warm weight of another human resting on her thighs, the arms around her neck, the curve of Miku's waist as Chisato placed a hand there to steady her.  

"You two are so gross," Kenta rolled his eyes and made a face.  

"You're just jealous," Miku shot back.  

Kenta waved his hand dismissively, but didn't dispute the accusation.  He looked at Kouichirou who was biting his lip, looking the girls up and down. It was a guilty nervousness, he didn’t want to say anything but he couldn’t not point out a blatant violation of school rules.  

"Problem?" Chisato asked, smirking at him.  

"According to school rules... you shouldn't..." Kouichirou looked away.  

"Nice try!" Chisato shifted to point an accusatory finger at him.  As she moved, she felt Miku press even closer to her, arms tightening around her shoulders.  Chisato didn't let that distract her.  "The school rules only refer student relations between boys and girls.  It doesn't say anything about two girls.  I checked." 

"It's about the spirit of the rules," Kouichirou mumbled.  He glanced at the door, clearly only bothered by the idea of getting caught near a rule violation.

"Wait, if that's allowed between two girls, shouldn't it be allowed between two boys too?" Kenta asked with open interest. 

Chisato and Miku nodded as Kouichirou shook his head.  He glared at the girls.  "Don't encourage him." 

"Are you saying you don't wanna sit in my lap?" Kenta asked with a daring smile.  

"There's a math test tomorrow." Shun interrupted the fight without looking up from his notes.  "If you want to flirt, I'll go study on my own in the library." 

"There's a test?" Kenta scrambled into the chair next to Shun, eyes skimming the man's notes with increasing desperation.  

Miku giggled and Chisato looked up at her.  

As Kenta was being lectured by the two other boys about daydreaming through class again, Miku squeezed Chisato's shoulders.  "They're taking it well," she said.  

"Too well," Chisato muttered quietly.  Sure, Kouichirou was bringing up the "rules" as always, but none of them had acted remotely surprised when they'd entered the club room to find them cuddling.  It was weird.  "We can be more annoying," she said after thinking for a moment.

Miku giggled again.  She brushed Chisato's hair away from her face and kissed her temple.  As her breath caught in her throat, Chisato didn't even think to check how the boys reacted.

Miku was looking at her.  How was Chisato supposed to focus when Miku was looking are her like that? 

"Is there something on my face?" Chisato asked, rubbing her mouth.  That couldn't be the explanation.  They hadn't eaten since lunch, and one of the boys would have said something if she'd spent the whole club meeting with food on her face.  

They were gone now, and all that was left was her and Miku finishing up the last of their homework.  

"I was just thinking," Miku said, unhelpfully.  Her smile was dreamy and her eyes still focused unflinchingly on Chisato's face.  

"About?" Chisato prompted her.  

"It's been a while since we spent time together, just the two of us," Miku said. Her finger traced idle patterns over her notes.

"We're alone now." 

"No, not like this." Miku pouted.  "School doesn't count." 

"We went out for ramen two days ago." Chisato was only getting more confused and Miku more frustrated.  

"Not like that." Miku drummed her fingers on the table.  "I’ve been really busy at home recently and I never have time to hang outside quick meal, but I wanted to do something a little more…” she lowered her head, looking at Chisato through her eyelashes, “Private.”

"We can hang at my place if you want." Chisato was done with her work anyways.  Shuffling her papers into her bag, she noticed Miku biting her lip, drumming her fingers on the page nervously.  

"Is there any chance that at your place we, uh, we could get away… that we wouldn't be interrupted?" Miku asked quietly.

"Oh!" Chisato laughed.  Of course, Miku had been taking naps in the nurse’s office all week.  She was just looking for a good place to nap.  "Yeah, my parents won't bother us at all as long as we're quiet." 

Miku giggled.  She looked down at her work, twirling a pigtail around her finger.  "Could I, not tonight, but soon, come over for a bit?" 

Chisato didn't understand why the girl didn't want to come over that day, but she didn't press. Probably some errand or last minute chore.  

"I don't have any plans this weekend," Chisato offered, "You could even stay the night." 

Miku stiffened at the suggestion.  Fidgeting with her hair, she smiled coyly.  "If that's what you want." 

"It'll be fun," Chisato said.  It'd been a while since she'd had a friend stay the night. Since becoming a ranger, she'd been nervous to set up anything with people outside of the team for fear she'd have to bail at the last minute.  But that wasn't a concern with Miku.  

Miku giggled again and nodded.

Miku sat on the edge of Chisato's bed, leg bouncing rapidly.  

"Sorry it's a bit cramped," Chisato said, nudging the futon on the floor, "I figured you'd want to sleep here instead of out on the couch." 

"Obviously," Miku said.  She laughed as she looked down at the squished futon, too large to lay fully stretched out on the floor.  "Is that for plausible deniability?" 

"Huh?" Chisato was distracted by arranging the items scattered over her desk.  She'd cleaned a little, but now that Miku was here, she was aware of just how many film canisters were scattered around.  

Miku's leg continued bouncing as she cleared her throat.  "Unless I'm actually sleeping on that.  This bed is pretty small." 

The meaning of Miku's words was just starting to piece together in Chisato's mind when their digitizer beeped.  The bed question would have to be dealt with later.

"Another Nezire beast defeated." Kenta punched the air as they looked up into the evening sky.  

It hadn't been an easy fight.  Shun was nursing a banged up shoulder, and Miku was favoring her right leg as she leaned on Chisato for support.  

That did nothing to dampen Kenta's spirit.  He was bright and excited as he asked everyone if they wanted to get food.  

"Sorry, we've got plans," Miku said.  She squeezed Chisato's arm pointedly as she said it.  

"Date night?" Kenta asked excitedly.  "Where are you going?" 

Chisato wanted to snap at him that it wasn't a date, before remembering that she was still pretending that it was.  At least, she thought they were still doing that joke.  The "joke" wasn't really funny anymore.  She wasn't sure it was ever funny.  It wasn't an unfun bit, she enjoyed being affectionate with Miku, but there was no humor in it.  

"We're staying in." Miku cupped her hand around her mouth and "whispered" loudly.  

"Lucky!" Kenta feigned jealously for a moment, but his sincerity shone through.  He was happy for them.  

"Be safe," Kouichirou said sternly.  

Shun didn't have anything to say, but he was smiling too. Chisato suddenly felt as if there was a joke, and she was the butt of it.  They were all talking like they were on the same page, but she wasn't with them.  

Miku tugged on her arm, and she followed automatically, but she couldn't focus.  It was a joke.  It had always been a joke, hadn't it? So why did everyone treat their relationship so seriously? 

Her thoughts spun and spun until she was again sitting in her bedroom, looking at Miku sitting on the edge of her bed.  

It wasn't a joke.  There was no audience to play to.  Miku was sitting on her bed, leg bouncing, hands clasped in her lap, an expectant expression on her face.  

"We don't have to do anything," Miku said softly, "If you're not ready." 

It wasn't a joke. 

“You know.” Miku fidgeted, knee still bouncing as she moved back and forth. “I kinda thought I’d end up being the slow one. Considering you get all the girls.”

“I get what?” Chisato blinked. Every passing minute she got more confused as to what was going on. Sure, she'd drawn the interest of a couple girls, but Miku knew they hadn’t stuck around.  

“You’re so cool and confident whenever girls flirt with you,” Miku said, “Did you really turn them all down?”

“Not…” Chisato sighed. “Not all of them. Not the ones that were serious, but…” You weren’t serious.

She couldn’t bring herself to say it because it’s not true. Miku had been serious. She’d been serious the whole otime, hadn’t she?

“A lot of girls flirt,” Chisato said. Her hands shook and she held them behind her back. “But it’s a joke. They want to get boys attention, or to get away from their attention. Most don’t want… I thought you didn’t want...”

Miku stood abruptly. She closed the distance between them, hands tangling in Chisato’s shirt, pulling her forward.

Miku’s lips were dry, but not quite chapped. And they were warm.

It wasn’t Chisato’s first kiss. Not her first with another girl. But it took her out in a way she wasn’t accustomed to. Her knees went weak and she fumbled clumsily for support.

Miku pulled them towards the bed. The back of her knees hit the bed and they tumbled down onto it. It was the single clumsiest maneuver Chisato had witnessed. And she’d seen Kenta flirt.

Miku giggled as she scooted back on the bed, turning and trying to bring Chisato down next to her. Her head smacked into the wall as she failed to accomplish her goal.

“What are you doing?” Chisato laughed as Miku pouted at her.

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to lie down?”

“What if instead, you sit in my lap?” Chisato suggested.

Needing no further encouragement, Miku straddled the other girl’s lap, hands on her shoulders and hips settling down against Chisato’s when guided by the girl’s hands.

Chisato had to tilt her head up to kiss Miku. She liked that. Liked the gentle touch of Miku’s hand along her chin, keeping the angle right. She liked the weight of Miku in her lap. She liked how much of Miku she could touch in this position.

She trailed her hands up Miku’s thighs, fingers teasing up her skirt, but stopping well before she got to anything too risqué.

Miku shivered as her fingers dug into the lean muscle. Chisato parted her lips and Miku deepened the kiss enthusiastically. Her tongue was clumsy and slightly too aggressive, but it only made Chisato more excited.

She moved her hands from Miku’s thighs to her waist. The girl shifted her hips under the touch. Chisato kept her hands there for a bit, gently guiding Miku’s hips to rock back and forth as they kissed. Under her fingers, Chisato could feel the muscles shift and the faint tremors whenever Miku moved her hips just right.

Tugging the shirt out of Miku’s skirt, Chisato put her hands back where they’d been, but this time under the shirt, directly touching the warm soft skin under which Miku’s muscles shifted and flexed.

“How far had you planned on going tonight?” Chisato asked in a quick pause between kisses.

“Just hands,” Miku said, face flushed a pretty pink as she rolled her hips against Chisato, “Maybe mouths… I'd actually very much like to try mouths.”

“You want me to eat you out?” Chisato felt a twinge between her legs. She very much wanted that.

“No, I mean yes, but I actually want to try going down on you.” Miku shivered as Chisato’s hands moved up her sides, resting on her rib cage.

“We can do both.” Chisato nudged Miku’s head with her nose and Miku moved her head back, giving better access to her neck.

When Chisato got her mouth around a sensitive bit a skin, Miku moaned, thighs pressing against Chisato’s hips.

Drinking in the noises, Chisato moved her hand up Miku’s rib cage to the bottom edge of her bra. “Can I take this off?” She asked against Miku’s throat.

“Yes.”  Miku went to reach back around, but Chisato pushed her hands away.

“I know how to unhook a bra,” she said.

She did so in one quick motion and Miku giggled. Before Chisato could protest, the girl leaned back and tugged off her shirt in one quick motion before dropping the bra to the ground.

Chisato didn’t want to admit to being taken aback. So she didn’t. She kissed the newly revealed skin. Her mouth moved from Miku’s collarbone down her chest before latching onto a nipple.

Miku made a sound only barely dampened by her biting her hand. Her back arched and Chisato placed a hand between the girl’s shoulder blades, pulling her closer. With the other hand, she played with Miku’s other nipple.

She noticed quickly that she couldn’t go to fast. Miku was sensitive and too much suction or pulling too hard made her twitch in an unpleasant jerky way.  

The question of whether Miku had ever gotten this far before sat on her tongue, but she didn’t ask. The answer was obvious. All it did was encourage her to try harder. She wanted to set Miku’s standards high.

After a couple of minute of teasing her chest, Chisato trailed her had down. She slid it down Miku’s rib cage and her stomach and down her thigh, all the way to the knee where it was pressed into the mattress, before sliding it back up and under her skirt. Miku shifted and squirmed as the hand teased up her inner thigh. Clearly, she was trying to get more, but was unsure of how best to get it. Chisato guided her, lifted her hips so she was hovering over Chisato‘s lap with plenty of room for the girl’s hand to slide up and tease the front of her panties.

Miku trembled as fingers brushed against her through the thin fabric.

“Comfortable?” Chisato asked. “If you’re legs are cramping—“

“Shut up and keep touching me,” Miku hissed.

Chisato hummed an affirmation as she presses against the mound under her hand teasingly.

A moan and a movement of the hip pressing for even more. Miku was willing and unafraid to push for what she wanted. Chisato liked that. Second guessing was a pain and she never had the patience for it.

She hooked a finger under the elastic and Miku nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

Pressing farther in, she could feel the heat and the dampness and she bit back a sigh of her own, feeling a throb between her legs. She took her time mapping out the shape of Miku’s lips, barely teasing around her entrance before going all the way up the crest of her labia while actively avoiding her clit.

Miku could tell what she was doing and whined in annoyance, hips moving and chasing her fingers.

The tease was fun, but Chisato didn’t drag it out. She massaged Miku’s clit as the girl squirmed. She wouldn’t stay still no matter how lightly Chisato touched her, making it hard to keep her hand where it needed to be.

Miku didn’t seem bothered by the fact that Chisato’s hand kept wandering off track. One of her hands covered her mouth to quiet her sweet little moans, the other held onto Chisato’s shoulder deathly tight as she leaned on her to support her shaky legs.

Once Chisato was confident in her rhythm, she moved farther down. Her palm pressed against Miku’s clit as her fingers played with her entrance.

“Please,” Miku said, word muffled by her hand.

Chisato obliged. Miku was plenty wet enough that her finger slid in without resistance. As she pressed in, Miku tensed. The hand on Chisato’s shoulder moved to the back of her head, pulling it against Miku’s chest as she let out a shaky breath.

“More,” Miku begged.

“No need to rush,” Chisato kissed Miku’s skin. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can handle it.” Miku words ended in a gasp as Chisato curled her fingers.

She wasn’t wrong. Miku was relaxed enough that she didn’t need prep. But Chisato still took her time exploring, watching Miku’s reactions before she put in a second finger.

Miku whined and ground down on Chisato’s hand. With her head pressed to Miku’s chest, Chisato could hear the girl’s heart racing as she moved with Chisato’s fingers. 

"That's good," Miku whimpered.  Her thighs shook as she grew tighter around Chisato's fingers.  "Don't stop." 

"Wasn't planning on it," Chisato rocked her fingers in and out of Miku as her thumb circled her clit.  Miku clutched her tight, shakes slowly melting as she went still, body filled with tension.  Her mouth was open, but no sound came out as she twitched.  Chisato kept moving.  Her own breath was caught in her throat as she felt Miku cum, the muscles contracting around her fingers, the tremors running through her body, the high pitched "ah" that escaped her throat before she bit her lip to stifle more noise.  

Miku went limp in Chisato's arms, pinning the girl's hand between their bodies as she collapsed on her lap.  The attempt to free the limb made Miku squirm.  "Too sensitive," she complained as she draped herself over Chisato.  

"Then move," Chisato, smacked the girl's ass lightly.  

Miku moved, giggling as she flopped down onto the bed.  Her skirt rode up, leaving her pink panties completely exposed as she looked up at Chisato with half closed eyes.  

"That was good," she said breathlessly.  

"When you're ready, I can do it again." Chisato snuggled up next to Miku, arm wrapped around her waist, face buried in her neck.  

"No!" 

Chisato couldn't see Miku's face as she nuzzled against the girl's neck, but she could hear the pout in her words.  

"You don't want more?" 

Miku rolled onto her side, grabbing onto Chisato and rolling more until the girl was pinned under her.  "I do, but not before I get my turn," she said, cutting off Chisato's response with a kiss.  

As they kissed, Miku unbuttoned Chisato's shirt. Her hands skimmed over Chisato's body with gentle touches that lit her body on fire.  There was a sweetness in the heat as Miku giggled.  

"You're so sensitive," she whispered against Chisato's mouth, "I didn't expect that." 

"Why?" Chisato squirmed under Miku's hands.  

"You're so cool," Miku said, her hands wandered lower, hovering along the top of her skirt.  "I thought you'd be just as cool in bed, but you're cute." 

Chisato jerked her head to the side, cutting off the kiss as she pouted.  "I am cool," she said, feigning offense despite the obvious blush on her face.  Miku kissed her flushed cheek and her chin and her neck as Chisato struggled to keep her upset expression.  It didn't last.  Miku bit down on her neck and she barely caught her moan before it spilled out of her mouth.  She could feel Miku's smile against her skin as the girl worried the skin under her teeth.  The sensation was distracting enough that she barely noticed Miku unzipped her skirt until there were hands under her hips, lifting her enough to pull it down, along with her panties.  

"Eager?" Chisato joked.  

Miku looked up at her as the girl moved back a bright smile lighting up her face.  "Yeah! I've been waiting a long time for this." 

"Oh..." was all Chisato could say as Miku settled into position, head between Chisato's thighs.  It was hard to string thoughts together with those dark eyes looking up at her, somehow both cute and hot as they focused entirely on her.  

The first brush of Miku's tongue was soft, a little nervous.  She shifted position in the cramped bed, before trying again.  The next attempt was more confident, her tongue tracing Chisato's labia before easing between her lips. Her eyes stayed focused on Chisato's face as her tongue explored.  

When she finally found Chisato's clit, Chisato nodded.  "That's it, that's..."

She trailed off as Miku flicked her tongue across the sensitive spot.  Miku was gentle, maybe a little too much so. Slow and gentle enough to drive Chisato mad with the need for more.  She wanted to grab Miku and pull her head closer, but she couldn't do that this time. That was for another time when they were more comfortable with each other.   

Instead of grabbing Miku's head, Chisato put both hands over her mouth to stifle the sounds threatening to pour out of her mouth.  It was all she could do to stay still as Miku's tongue took her apart.  

As that tongue sent flares of heat through her body, Chisato lost her thin grip on control and her body moved, hips rocking into Miku's face.  Miku's hands came to her hips, holding them down as she kept going, faster and more frantic.  Chisato could feel the way Miku's breath hitched and the soft sounds she made as she worked.  

It somehow made Chisato burn even hotter, even deeper.  Her thighs clenched and she was coming, something that was a surprise even to her.  It all happened so fast, crashing into her before she even realized what was happening.  

She bit her hand to stifle the noise as Miku moaned against her pussy.  Squeezing, Chisato's thighs, Miku waited until she went limp before raising her head up.  Her chin shone in the faint light until she wiped the fluid away with the back of her hand.  

"How long do I have to wait to do that again?" she asked, leaning her head against Chisato's thigh.  

"You don't have to wait.  I can handle more—" Chisato's mouth shut so hard her teeth clacked together as Miku went right back to eating her out.  

Miku laughed as she drew slow circles around Chisato's clit with her tongue.  She only removed her mouth long enough to say, "Let's see how much you can handle." 

...

Chisato rubbed her eyes as she stumbled into the club room. She heard the conversation grind to a halt as she enter and looked at the people who'd quieted in her presence.  Miku and Kenta sat side by side, Kenta leaning in to Miku with interest and excitement on his face.  He shifted back as Chisato locked eyes with him. 

"Have fun this weekend?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.  

"What did you tell him?" Chisato asked, glaring at Miku.  She crossed her arms over her chest before biting back a yawn.  

"She didn't need to tell me anything," Kenta jumped up, grabbing her shoulder, "You looked half dead in class today.  I'd have thought you were sick if it wasn't for that cheesy grin on your face." 

"What grin?" Chisato waved him away, scrunching her face up.  

Miku giggled and Chisato's frown melted into a smile as she looked at the girl.  

"That grin." Kenta ruffled her hair affectionately.  

Chisato ducked away from him, with a loud huff.  As she fixed her hair, she found herself smiling again.  

Miku was smiling too.  Her smile was bright and warm and infectious.  She extended a hand and Chisato took it as she sat in the spot Kenta had just vacated.  Miku squeezed her hand tight and Chisato bit back a giggle as she looked down at their intertwined fingers.  

She leaned in and kissed Miku on the cheek.  Kenta made a noise of fake disgust, the same as he always did when they were gross.  It felt comfortably familiar because it was.  Nothing had changed except now instead of watching the others to gauge their reactions and find more ways to annoy them, Chisato was only focused on the girl in front of her.