This chapter is a gift for Ja55, foremost HaruYuzu fanfic writer and author of the awesome fanfic My Home. She requested that I update this fic and gave me the prompt, but this fic was also inspired by angel0wonder's (smxmuffinpeddling on Tumblr) fanart where Yuzu and Harumi are admiring each other's underwear in a dressing room.

"What's the most public place you and Yuzu ever had sex?" Matsuri asks with arms crossed in front of her chest.

Harumi contemplates the consequences of answering her girlfriend's question for a second. She knows Matsuri is curious, but she also knows that any details she shares about her sexual past will fuel her girlfriend's jealousy later on. But if she refuses to answer, Matsuri will accuse her of being shady.

Harumi sighs inwardly. She won't come out of this unscathed, however she responded. She's screwed either way.

"In a dressing room at the AOKI in Akihabara."

Harumi loved going clothes shopping with Yuzu. Their mutual love of fashion was one of the most important things about their friendship, after all. Going to school in such a repressive environment as Aihara Academy only heightened their need to go full gyaru each weekend when they were free to dress however they liked.

The two besties would carefully plan their shopping trips during the week. They combed through websites to find deals and sales and then would create an itinerary for their shopping trip, with notes on which items were on sale in which store.

The two girls took their shopping seriously. They were all about that gyaru life.

For Harumi, shopping for clothes, accessories, and make up was also her special bonding time with Yuzu. This was their thing.

This was something a certain stepsister could never share with her best friend. Aihara Mei had about as much interest and aptitude for fashion as Yuzu had in student government. A smirk pulled on one corner of Harumi's mouth when she pictured the kind of casual clothes the student council president wore, outfits she wouldn't be caught dead in.

Harumi was jarred out of her thoughts when Yuzu poked her head into the dressing room through the edge of the curtain.

"Well, how does it look?"

Harumi turned away from the mirror to face the girl peeking through the curtain. "It looks okay." She gestured to her torso with both hands. "I don't know about this top."

Yuzu pursed her lips as she assessed Harumi's outfit. It was hard to judge the whole ensemble properly when she was looking at Harumi sideways. She withdrew her head from the curtain and looked around, swiveling her head from side to side. The women's section of the department store was busy with customers milling about, but no one was in line for this particular dressing room. Yuzu quickly slipped inside the dressing room.

"Let me see," Yuzu grasped Harumi's shoulders and pushed her away a couple of feet, the most the small dressing room would allow. She leaned back and appraised Harumi's outfit with her critical eye.

Harumi placed her hand on a cocked hip and rolled her shoulders back, thrusting out her chest. She liked modeling her outfits for Yuzu. Neither of them would buy a piece of clothing without the other's sartorial approval.

Stepping forward, Yuzu hummed thoughtfully and placed her hands on the taller girl's hips. "This skirt looks incredible on you," she murmured. She looked at the mirror behind Harumi to check out the girl's backside. "Your butt could stop traffic in this."

Harumi rolled her eyes, but the smile stayed on her lips. She felt a sense of satisfaction that she got Yuzu to check out her ass. Truth be told, she picked out the skirt with her friend in mind.

"Oh stop," Harumi drawled. "What about this top though? I don't think it goes with the skirt."

Yuzu hummed thoughtfully as her gaze dropped to Harumi's chest. She stared at her friend's impressive cleavage that was practically spilling over a sweetheart neckline. It kind of looked like Harumi's boobs were straining to escape their fabric constraints, and Yuzu felt the strong urge to free them. Like, if she gave the top a gentle tug, the girls would pop free…

"My eyes are up here," Harumi said in teasing voice. "What do you think?"

Yuzu slowly dragged her gaze from the ample chest to meet hazel eyes. A perfectly shaped eyebrow arched.

The blonde stepped back. Harumi was wearing a white crop cami with a flounce layer, the middle bisected by a row of pearl buttons. Looking at the mirror again, she could see the smocked back of the shirt. The top certainly complimented the brunette's figure. The hem of the cami sat at the girl's tiny waist, drawing the eye to her bare midriff and the enticing curve of her hips.

"The shirt fits you really well, but yeah, it doesn't really go with that skirt." Yuzu plucked a clothes hanger that held a hunter green off-the-shoulder top from a hook on the wall. "Here. Try this on instead."

Harumi glanced at the garment that Yuzu held up in front of her. "Okay."

Still facing Yuzu, Harumi let her gaze drop to her own chest. Starting from the top, she slowly popped off each pearl button from its hole.

Yuzu watched in rapt attention as Harumi unbuttoned her shirt with two hands. Her eyes were glued to the sliver of bare skin in the middle of Harumi's chest that grew with each button being freed. She bit her lip as she watched the shirt slide from the brunette's body like water off a smooth rock.

"Whoa." Yuzu openly gaped at her friend's chest. She had seen all of Harumi before of course, but each time she saw her topless, she was always stunned by her friend's magnificent chest. "Nice. Bra."

Harumi preened at reducing Yuzu to monosyllables. The push-up bra was lacy, black and very provocative, showcasing the goods like no one's business. She knew it made her tits look great. And one thing she was sure of, was that Yuzu was most definitely into her boobs.

"You like it?" Harumi purred, thrusting her chest out. "I ordered this from Absorle."

Yuzu took a step forward, drawn like a magnet to the dark-haired girl. She grasped Harumi's elbows in her arms and stared at the proffered chest. Drinking in the pair of large, supple, perfectly shaped breasts, she murmured, "I like it very much."

Releasing Harumi's elbow, she trailed her palm up the brunette's shoulder. Her skin was so warm and smooth. Yuzu gently touched the bra strap with her index finger, and rubbed the silky material for a few seconds, hesitating to go further.

They stood on a precipice; the next move would either turn up the heat or keep them squarely in the territory of two best friends trying on clothes.

Harumi didn't say anything, but she turned her head towards Yuzu's, their faces inches away from each other, and the air between them turned electric, like something would ignite from the smallest spark.

Yuzu slid her finger down, her eyes closely studying the descent towards Harumi's chest.

Goosebumps raised on the brunette's arms from the sensation of the blonde tracing the skin beside her bra strap.

Yuzu's stomach tightened when she reached the swell of Harumi's right breast. She still found it hard to believe that her friend letting her do this.

Letting her touch and feel. That chest. That killer body. That gorgeous face. It made Yuzu tingle with excitement. The reasons were complicated, but it was somewhere along the lines of, she couldn't put her hands on Aihara Mei but she could certainly put her hands on Taniguchi Harumi.

And honestly, that wasn't a bad deal at all.

In contrast to the slow and sensuous exploration of Harumi's fancy lingerie, Yuzu slipped her hand into the fabric cup of the bra with no preamble.

Harumi gasped softly when Yuzu's fingers closed around her nipple. Before she could exhale, Yuzu leaned forward and captured her mouth in a kiss.

Yuzu started the kiss gently, a sensual brushing of the lips, but that was enough to set Harumi's heart aflame.

Harumi couldn't help but moan in pleasure when Yuzu slipped her tongue in her mouth. The blonde delved inside, exploring her mouth, flicking along the sensitive, fleshy inside of her lips, before seeking out her tongue to slip and twirl against each other. Inside her bra, Yuzu was swiping her thumb over her nipple, rolling and pinching, until it tightened between her fingers.

It sent a rush of molten heat to pool wetly between her thighs.

Harumi broke away from the kiss, breathless. She didn't want to stop, but she felt like they needed to disengage for a bit before they got too carried away. They were in a dressing room, for fuck's sake. They had to dial it back a little. They couldn't just straight up have sex in dressing room.

Right?

Her gaze dropped to the blonde's mouth. Those lips. She brushed her thumb across Yuzu's bottom lip and then smeared her lipstick to the side.

Something dark swirled in her stomach at the sight of Yuzu with pupils blown wide, cheeks tinted, red lipstick smeared from her parted lips, looking like the path to ruin. Like all her bad decisions, past and future, rolled into one.

Harumi thought about wicked witches offering poisoned apples to naïve young girls, and how maybe it wouldn't be so bad to fall under an evil spell.

Yuzu's hands dropped to her waist. She traced the curve of her hips with her palms. She hooked her fingers on the hem of Harumi's miniskirt and slowly pulled up.

Suddenly alarmed, Harumi gripped Yuzu's shoulders. "What are you doing?"

"What I've been thinking about doing since I laid eyes on you today." Yuzu crooned before sinking to her knees.

Harumi scrambled back in panic. Her back hit the wall of the dressing room stall, making the flimsy plywood creak in protest.

There was nowhere to go. She was backed up against the wall, and the only way out of this tiny dressing room was though the curtain in front of her, which was blocked by Yuzu on her knees. The blonde was in a subservient position but looked as dangerous as a starved lion.

"Oh my god, can you just wait?" Harumi hissed. "Let's get out of here and we can go back to my house."

Yuzu shuffled forward on her knees. She stopped until her face was directly in front of the brunette's pelvis and looked up. "No, I can't wait."

Yuzu's palms crept up the front of her thighs, hiking up the fabric of her skirt on the back of her hands. Yuzu's hungry, smoldering gaze pinned her to the wall, feet rooted to the spot, breath trapped in her chest.

She felt the Yuzu's fingers reach under her skirt and pull her panties down and off. The whole time their eyes were locked on each other, burning this image, this moment, into their memories.

Yuzu's mouth watered and her mind started to haze as she stared at her friend's center. Her candy-pink folds looked soft, delicate, and utterly arousing. The moisture on her swollen bud glistened like rain on a gemstone.

Harumi felt Yuzu's breath on her exposed center, and it raised a tingle in her spine. The whole situation felt so deliciously filthy. The feeling blossomed into a shiver when she saw Yuzu's pink tongue dart across her lip.

The sight of the blonde's tongue made her legs spread open.

Yuzu's tongue dipped into the cleft of her heated sex, then dragged up her whole length. Her spine undulated from the sensation of the wet muscle sensuously parting her folds.

Her breath stuttered in her chest as she felt Yuzu explore every moist corner of her folds. She felt her mind turn to static, lost in pleasure. Her whole universe was reduced to that fluttering tongue between her legs.

A trembling whine was torn from her throat.

Yuzu's mouth immediately disengaged her from core. "Shhhh. Bite your hand." Without waiting for a response, she dove back between her legs.

Harumi's hand flew to cover her mouth as she felt Yuzu's slide back between her folds and lap at her entrance. Her nose nudged against the bottom of her clit as her head bobbed between her legs. Heat unfurled from the pit of her stomach, billowing towards her chest, warming her limbs.

Her other hand alighted on the back of Yuzu's head, tangling in golden locks. She moved Yuzu's head just the slightest bit, like half an inch higher to where she wanted her, needed her.

She inhaled sharply though her nose when Yuzu's mouth found her swollen clit, the bundle of nerves stiffening under the blonde's tongue only after a few firm strokes.

Then Yuzu wrapped her mouth around her clit, gently sucking, and she bit down on her fist so hard she was positive she broke skin.

She looked down. The sight before her was almost too much to bear. Yuzu's head between her trembling thighs, heavily lidded eyes peering up at her. Naked adoration was painted all over her face, her mouth and cheeks smeared with her wetness.

How did that line by Oscar Wilde go? Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling.

Well.

Here, in this nondescript dressing room in a crowded department store in downtown Tokyo, she was having communion with the divine. Her best friend was on her knees like the faithful worshipping at the altar.

She could feel a bead of arousal drip down her thigh. She was going to have to… wipe her leg of her own juices before she could step out of this dressing room.

She whined, high-pitched and strained, when she remembered that they were in a very public place, the cold anxiety clashing with the fire building in her belly.

Her eyes flew to the bright yellow curtain, the only barrier between her getting eaten out by her best friend and a whole crowd of people milling about and shopping. She could hear the din people's conversation and the K-pop playing over the speakers. A frisson of fear crawled up her spine when she realized how close they were from other people.

The thought of doing this is public sent a bolt of arousal sailing to her core.

Yuzu released her clit from the suction of her mouth, then wriggled two fingers inside her hot, drenched entrance. The shuddering moan rose from the pit of her belly so fast, threatening to leak out through her vocal cords, that she almost choked from the force of suppressing it.

"Shit, n-no, please, " She babbled, breath hiccupping. "I can't, I won't be able to—"

The blonde found a delicious spot inside her, prodding it with the pads of her fingers, and Harumi's hips arched off the wall she was leaning on, rocking against Yuzu's hand, chasing the friction, even though at the same time she wanted to run away from it. She met Yuzu's thrusts with an urgent rock of her hips, valiantly trying not to make the flimsy wall behind her shake.

The blonde returned to her clit, wrapping her lips around the swollen nub and laving it with a flattened tongue. Then she curled her fingers.

Harumi slammed her thighs against the sides of Yuzu's head so hard, it made the blonde's ears ring. A muffled grunt sounded from the girl below, but she didn't stop. Harumi threw her head back, knocking against the wood, making the wall shudder.

Outside the dressing room, a middle-aged woman flipping through a rack of sweaters looked up curiously when she heard a thump coming from a nearby dressing room. Then, a pained groan.

Then something clattered to the floor. Sounded like a shoe was dropped. Then another groan. Are they okay in there? The woman waited for a moment, and when she heard nothing else, shrugged internally and went back to the flipping through the rack.

Harumi's leopard-print pump with the 4-inch stiletto had slipped off when she hooked her leg up on the blonde's shoulder, but she was barely aware of anything that wasn't Yuzu's tongue between her legs. The warm mouth sucking on her clit and the fingers stimulating her G-spot created an endless loop of pleasure that was quickly becoming so intense, Harumi felt like she was going to go off the rails.

When she came, her back arched from the wall, and both her hands flew to grasp the blond head between her legs, leaving her mouth unprotected, and a strangled cry escaped before she could swallow it back down. From her molten core, waves of pleasure rolled through her muscles, making her toes curl when it reached her limbs. Spots danced in her vision as she tried to ride the orgasm tearing through her with as little movement as possible.

Distantly, she felt her back thud against the wall. She felt boneless now. If Yuzu wasn't literally holding her upright with her face in her crotch, she would have faceplanted on the floor.

The lady outside the dressing was really concerned now. There was another thump, louder this time, and someone had cried out in pain again. Did someone fall and hurt themselves? Did they need help? The concerned lady looked for a salesperson who could maybe help the poor soul in the dressing stall. She stood rooted to the spot, torn between wanting to help someone who was probably hurt but not wanting to get involved…

Just as the lady was about to walk towards the dressing stall, a blond girl stepped out. Ah. So she must not have been badly hurt when she fell. Or maybe she didn't fall at all? The girl didn't look hurt, although her face was quite flushed. Her blond hair looked a little disheveled too.

The lady watched the blonde saunter away towards a display of capri pants, a certain swagger to her step. Shrugging, she pulled out a hanger with the right size of the sweater she was looking for. She walked towards the dressing room that the girl had just vacated.

She reached for the curtain, but then another girl stepped out of the dressing room.

"Oh!" The lady flinched, surprised. "I thought this dressing room was empty…"

The brunette, who was very pretty but looked even more disheveled than the blonde, smiled tightly. She was clutching several outfits in their hangers, folded over her arm. Gesturing with her free hand, she said, "All yours."

The lady nodded and stepped inside the dressing room. Out of curiosity, she spied on the brunette for a few more moments before pulling the curtain close. There was something… a little off about her. And her friend. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.

She watched as the brunette walked away on wobbly legs, teetering on her impossibly tall stilettos. Then the girl walked into a post.

The lady shook her head. Kids these days. So strange.

The furrow between Matsuri's eyebrows is so deep, you could have marched the Japanese Imperial Army through it.

"Let me get this straight." Matsuri's voice drops to a gravelly contralto. "Yuzu-chan went down on you in a dressing room, in the middle of crowded department store."

Harumi fights the urge to fidget. With Matsuri, showing the slightest hint of weakness is dangerous. With forced nonchalance, she says, "Yup."

Matsuri's narrows her eyes. In a disbelieving tone, she asks, "And she got you off?"

"Yeah, it was aight."

"And where was I, during these times when you were getting banged by our best friend?"

Harumi shrugs. "You were around sometimes, babe. I mean, you were still in middle school. You were hanging out with Nene a lot."

Harumi still hadn't fully recovered by the time she found Yuzu by a display of pants outside the dressing room. She just had the most intense orgasm of her life, for goodness sake. Her knees were weak.

"Yuzucchi," she croaked.

The blonde turned around to face her.

Harumi held up a the skirt she had tried on. "I think I'll buy this. But yeah, I'm not getting the the top."

"Great!" the blonde chirped. "Yeah, it looks amazing on you." She linked their arms together and started to head towards the escalator. "Let's pay for that at the counter on the first floor. Matsuri-chan and Nene-chan are waiting for us there."

The two best friends rode the escalator to the first floor, on the same step, standing close together.

Harumi turned to Yuzu and gently touched the blonde's chin with the tips of her fingers. "Yuzucchi, you have rug burn."

Yuzu simply winked at her and smiled. "Worth it."

Matsuri and Nene were waiting at the bottom of the escalator. Matsuri had her giant headphones over her ears, sucking on an Orange Julius through a straw, looking bored and impatient.

Nene watched the two of them descend the escalator with a silly, lovestruck smile on her face and heart-shaped pupils in her eyes. She was practically vibrating with excitement when they reached the landing.

"Senpais!" Nene giggled. "You two were up there trying on clothes together. Did you share a dressing room? Did some naughty HaruYuzu action happen?"

Matsuri rolled her eyes with the force of the earth spinning in its orbit. "Jesus Christ, Nene. Shut up."

"What?" Nene frowned at Matsuri. "It could have totally happened. They could have been admiring each other's lingerie and then–"

"Ugh!" Matsuri whipped around and stomped towards the exit of the department store.

Harumi silently followed Yuzu and Nene to the cash register. She reminded herself to find a way to discreetly retrieve her panties from the pocket of Yuzu's shorts.

Oh, Nene. If you only knew. You would lose a pint of blood through your nose.

Author's Notes:

The quote "Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling" is from Oscar Wilde's De Profundis. Pretty sure he was talking about sucking dick…