Disclaimer: I do not own Strawberry Panic or its characters. Duh.

A/N: Well...here it is. The second part is finally done! You know the drill. Read and review. But more importantly, ENJOY! Oh, lots of smex here..

Cheers! And wishing all of you (Yes, you.) a Merry Christmas!

Chapter 14: First Date-Part 2

Shizuma listened intently for the tell-tale purr of the engine as the big Mercedes pulled away until the crunching of gravel faded out of earshot before pushing the heavy oak door open. By her side, Nagisa clung on her left arm, mumbling something incoherently as she guided the still sleepy red head into the sprawling mansion. At the foot of the stairs, Shizuma hesitated, contemplating her next action. Smiling brightly, she scooped the red head into her arms, causing Nagisa to snap out of her stupor as her feet left the ground.

"Wha…"

"Hush now… I've got you."

"Shizuma! I can walk on my own!"

Turning to regard those alluring maroon orbs, Shizuma leaned forward to give the red head a soft peck on the forehead.

"Humor me."

Focusing on the task at hand, Shizuma carefully climbed up the marble staircase in an unhurried pace. She did not want to put Nagisa down. Relishing every opportunity to have her red head lover in her arms, Shizuma set off for her bedroom.

Nagisa pressed herself closer against Shizuma's warm body. Midway up the flight of steps, she had slipped her arms around the former-Etoile's neck and was now nuzzling against the smooth silky neck. Shizuma stopped walking and Nagisa looked up in disappointment. She definitely would not mind staying in this position for awhile. Bending slightly, Shizuma turned the knob with her right hand, all the while still keeping the same arm firmly beneath Nagisa's knees. Maneuvering carefully, she slipped into her room and gave the door a slight push with her foot. The door clicked shut, shrouding both women in darkness. Nagisa felt herself being lowered to the floor, bouncing to her feet as she felt her toes brushed against the thick carpet. Fumbling for the light switch, it took her awhile before she found the plastic tab protruding from its socket. The light flickered on and she caught sight of Shizuma standing at the other end of the room, holding up two dresses. In her right hand, a brilliant crimson dress hung on its hangar. The tight bodice of the dress flaring out as it ended mid-thigh. In her left hand, a glossy black dress with an accompanying choker. Holding out the red dress, Shizuma waited patiently for Nagisa to cross the room to stand before her.

"Erm…are we going somewhere?"

"Yes. But first, we need to dress for the occasion."

Hesitantly, Nagisa took the proffered dress and laid it carefully on the bed before fumbling blindly behind her as she tried to untie her obi. Shizuma laid out her dress next to Nagisa's on the bed, taking care not to crumple the fabric. Reaching out, she tugged deftly on one end of Nagisa's obi, allowing the silk fabric to fall onto the carpeted floor before untying her own with ease. Shizuma held the yukata open as Nagisa shrugged out of the thick fabric, deliberately positioning her fingers such that they would brush against Nagisa's neck and shoulders eliciting surprised yelps from the younger woman.

"That tickles!"

Nagisa yelped.

Chuckling gently, Shizuma turned around so her back would face the red head.

"I'm sure it would. Now, help me out."

Seeing an opportunity to exact her revenge, Nagisa slipped her arms around the silver hair beauty, allowing her fingers to find their way past the heavy fabric and onto soft, silky skin, applying just enough pressure to tickle. Her exploring fingers glided pass lacy lingerie and up along a deep valley before reaching Shizuma's collarbone. There, Nagisa swiftly grasped the thick fabric of the yukata and pulled it off her lover's body. Draping it across her left arm, she sauntered across the room to the yukata stand, leaving a very disappointed Shizuma staring with longing at her retreating form.

Amber eyes glinting with mischief, the seductive hunter was back on the prowl again, stalking her prey. Moving with almost cat-like agility, she stalked her unassuming prey, padding silently on the soft carpeted floor. Her footsteps not making a single sound or leaving a depression in the thick carpet. Stealthily, she crept forward, her target still unaware of the danger and continued with her task. Standing directly behind Nagisa, Shizuma snaked her arms around the red head hugging her close. Allowing her lips to brush against smooth skin, Shizuma parted her lips to allow her tongue to graze against the red head's neck.

Hot breath tickled her neck and pretty soon, she felt warm lips pressed against her skin. Nagisa suppressed a moan, knowing full well that that was what her seductive lover wanted to hear. Biting on her lower lip, she tried to keep from squirming in Shizuma's embrace as her silver hair lover continued to assault her senses. She distinctly felt Shizuma's warm and wet tongue making its way up her neck. A well timed breeze parted the curtains, throwing them wide open as it fought its way past the thin cotton fabric. A shiver shot up her spine as the cool breeze made contact with the wet trail up her neck causing Nagisa to shudder involuntarily. She felt Shizuma's lips curving into a smile as those same lips left butterfly kisses along her jaw. At the same time, slender fingers glided across her abdomen, trying to feel every single millimeter of her. The fingertips applied pressure, playing some unheard tune using her abdomen as its piano. Nagisa reached back with her right hand to cup Shizuma's cheek, stroking gently as her left hand moved to cover Shizuma's left, pressing it firmly against her abdomen. Tilting her head back, Nagisa deftly caught Shizuma's straying lips in a brief kiss. Pulling back as she felt Shizuma's fingers tracing the exquisite lace along the band of the outrageously expensive lingerie that her silver hair lover had bought for her. Nagisa felt guilty that Shizuma feels it is her obligation to shower the red head with expensive gifts. Given a choice, she would not accept the gifts, let alone wear them. Yet, she knew Shizuma enjoyed seeing her in this specific set of lingerie. She will let it pass this time. Nothing made her happier than to see Shizuma happy. Removing the hand that was pressed against Shizuma's cheek, she captured Shizuma's wandering hand by the wrist, lifting the arm and ducking beneath it. Turning to face a surprised Shizuma, she smiled in satisfaction at her successful maneuver. She had Shizuma trapped with her arms crossed and pulled tight against her chest. A simple yet effective restraint a mental asylum would be proud of though short of a tell-tale straightjacket.

"Gotcha."

Shizuma grinned sheepishly. Beaten at her own game.

"Let's get dressed. I want my surprise."

Shizuma raised an eyebrow, regarding her young lover.

"Just when you got me where you want me, you would rather have your surprise?"

"Well…I love surprises. Besides, we can continue this later when there will not be any interruptions."

Pushing Shizuma back, Nagisa released the silver hair beauty's wrists and pointed at the two dresses laid out on the bed.

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Hikari pulled her mother into a tight embrace, the two women murmuring promises to meet up again as Amane stood by the door waiting patiently. Yue pulled away first to allow teary eyes to roam across Hikari's face. Releasing Hikari from her embrace, she stepped over to where Amane stood, looking up to regard the taller woman with doting eyes. Pulling a very surprised Amane into a hug, Yue patted the older Etoile on the back.

"Come visit again. Hopefully Ken will be home during your next visit."

Amane nodded wordlessly, patting Yue awkwardly on the back. Hikari moved to stand by Amane, slipping her hand into Amane's as Yue stood back. With a wave goodbye, the Etoile pair stepped across the threshold, turning back to wave once more before the gate rolled close behind them. Hand in hand the two Spican women strolled down the street, enjoying the silence as they were lost in their own thoughts. Squeezing Amane's hand slightly, Hikari waited till Amane was looking at her before speaking softly.

"We should come back more often. Mother likes you."

"She's been really nice. I'd love to see her again, though I really would like to meet your father soon."

Hikari's face fell slightly.

"Father…is rather hard to please…"

Her words were so soft that Amane had to lean slightly towards the blond in order to hear. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a sleek silver Mercedes slowing as it passed them. The driver's window rolled down halfway and Amane gaze was held by piercing green eyes. Within seconds, the car picked up speed and sped away.

"Amane? Amane, what's wrong?"

Amane shook her head slightly, hoping that it would shake off what she had just seen. Those piercing green eyes filled with disapproval and the shock of blond hair of the man behind the wheel.

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The six cylinders hummed in the background, purring slightly as Shizuma changed to third gear. Cruising at ninety miles per hour, half of its top speed, the 911 Carrera 4S Cabriolet Porsche continued humming, impatient at the speed. With her right hand, Shizuma fumbled with her iPod touch, connecting it to a wireless USB synchronizer. Turning both the iPod and the built in sound system on, she flipped through the huge archive of almost a thousand song tracks, selecting a soothing piano piece and allowing the wireless synchronizer to do its thing. Soft piano music started, the car's well hidden surround sound system engulfing them in gentle notes, each key struck with precision in perfect symphony. Next to her, Nagisa stared out of the clear window, absorbing the scenery flying past in a blur. With the 385 horsepower engine, the journey took no more than a few minutes. All too soon, the sleek black convertible with its top down turned into a driveway, streaking past the canopy overhead and towards the main house. Nagisa stared in disbelief at the three storey tall manor house. Two round towers flanked the main building, built with stone which were smoothen by the many years of wind and rain pounding against it. Turret roofing completed the traditional looking French manor. The front door opened out to a porch with floor to ceiling glass paneled windows overlooking the front porch. All the bedrooms have their own adjoining balcony accessible through tall glass sliding doors. A French door opened out to a patio furnished with four brass patio chairs and a table. A roundabout stood in the center of the circular driveway, a fountain throwing up spurts of water backlit by yellow spotlights beneath the water surface caused shadows to dance on a statue depicting a rider astride a horse rearing on its hind limbs.

"Where exactly are we, Shizuma?"

Nagisa half-whispered in disbelief.

"You will find out soon enough."

Shizuma replied mysteriously.

Opening the glove compartment, Shizuma picked up a small rectangular black box, depressing the button located in the middle before tossing the device back into the glove compartment. Angling the purring Porsche around the side of the house, music could be heard from within the manor, the beats pounding out a fast rhythm. A titanium shuttered door rolled upwards noiselessly, fluorescent lights blinding to the occupants of the vehicle as Shizuma steered down the ramp and into a garage.

As if the exterior of the house wasn't stunning enough, the garage was much more shocking.

Cars of different models and color lined the interior of the spacious garage. Nagisa counted fourteen cars majority of European makes as Shizuma guided the black roadster towards the back of the garage.

"BMW, Volkswagen, Peugeot, Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche, Porsche, Jaguar, a Volvo over there and…ahh…"

Shizuma listed out the manufacturer of each car they passed, trailing off when they reached the end of the line to face a silver two-seater coupe.

"Aston Martin DBS V12…"

The pride as she purred out the make of the car was clearly evident in her tone.

"Don't tell me…"

"It's mine."

Shizuma grinned broadly, almost like a triumphant 5 year old with the newest toy released.

Nagisa scowled.

"As if the Porsche wasn't extravagant enough..."

Peals of laughter filled the car as Shizuma laughed.

"Wait till you see the rest of the house."

Chuckling once more at the scowl on Nagisa's face, Shizuma smoothly maneuver the car into a slot on the right of the silver Aston Martin. Stepping out of the vehicle, Shizuma trailed her fingers along the metallic silver chassis, sighing contentedly. Meeting the red head in front of the now silent Porsche, Shizuma reached out to grasp Nagisa's left hand, only to catch air as the red head pulled her hand away. Amber eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed suspiciously.

"You are not jealous are you?"

Shizuma questioned, one eyebrow arched.

Nagisa turned away slightly, taking a few steps forward before strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, effectively halting her.

"Silly you, jealous of a car."

Shizuma murmured into Nagisa's left ear, placing emphasis on "car". The younger woman kept her lips pursed, unwilling to reply.

"A car is simply an accessory, albeit a flashy one. But you, you are my world, Nagisa."

Nagisa struggled to keep the wide smile from spreading across her face, choosing to remain silent in mock annoyance to tease Shizuma further. The silver hair beauty sucked lightly on an exposed earlobe, kissing lightly down the smooth contour of Nagisa's neck.

"Oh, come on. Don't ignore me like this…I can't bear this. I'll let you do whatever you want tonight alright? Please? Nagisa, love?

"Really? Anything I want?"

Catching on immediately to the sudden lift in Nagisa's mood, Shizuma realized the trap that she had just walked right into. Resigning herself to whatever the red head might do that night, she rested her chin against an exposed shoulder, kissing it softly.

"Yes, your wish is my command. But just one more thing, were you really jealous about the car?"

Shizuma queried, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Well, a little. You probably know every single specification of the Aston Martin. I bet you don't even know my full name."

Nagisa muttered, sulking slightly.

"You are wrong about that, Hanazono-Aoi Nagisa."

Shizuma's silky voice dropped lower as she blushed slightly. Mouth gaping in shock, Nagisa turned to regard the still blushing Shizuma who looked most endearing with rosy cheeks. Nagisa's mouth opened and closed, looking very much like a goldfish as she struggled to form words.

"Does that mean…is that…a proposal?!"

Nagisa nearly shrieked out the last word, taken completely off guard by Shizuma's words. However, before she could get a reply, the stainless steel door at the far corner of the garage slide opened, effectively interrupting their conversation. A tall woman dressed in an off shoulder black strapless gown with a long slit up to her right thigh strode in gracefully. Heading straight for the young couple as an angelic smile lit up her face.

"Shizuma-chan!"

The breathtaking woman called out affectionately as she grasped Shizuma by the shoulders and proceeded to kiss Shizuma on both cheeks. Shizuma returned the greeting, hugging the older woman tightly before releasing her to introduce Nagisa.

"Nagisa, my mother, Simoun. Mother, this is Nagisa."

Simoun took Nagisa firmly by the shoulders, kissing her on both cheeks before stepping back to regard the young red head.

"You are as beautiful as Shizuma-chan says."

Simoun remarked, smiling down at a blushing Nagisa.

Finding her voice and remembering her manners, Nagisa bow deeply.

"Thank you, Hanazono-sama."

"Now now, there's no need to be so formal. You are part of the family now, Nagisa-chan. Simoun would be just fine. 'Mother' would be even better."

Simoun winked, smiling mischievously as she nudged a blushing Shizuma with her elbow. Now that the two Hanazono women were standing next to each other, the resemblance was uncanny. With Simoun's youthful features, she could easily pass for Shizuma's older sister. Long, wavy platinum hair glinted beneath the glow of the fluorescent lights as it ended behind Simoun's knee. Amber orbs were ignited with life, bright with years of experience. High cheekbones, a sharp nose and full lips set in a heart shaped face. 'Shizuma sure did inherit great genes. Not just physical beauty, but her mother's characteristics as well. That sure explains a lot.'

"Come along my dears. The party just got into full swing."

Simoun gestured them to follow her as she led them up a flight of stairs and down a dim corridor and deeper into the house. Nagisa's mind was filled with questions that Shizuma would have the answers to. Her ever perceptive silver hair lover took her left hand silently, squeezing it gently to catch her attention. The look in Shizuma's eyes promised that she would answer all of the red head's questions later. Nagisa pushed the thoughts into the recesses of her mind and took in her surroundings. The music got louder with each step they took, the old stone walls vibrating from the loud beats. Antique electric lamps with brass fittings lit the corridor, throwing yellow light onto the crimson carpet. Simoun stopped before an oak door coated with several layers of dark varnish, resting her right hand on the door knob as she waited for Shizuma and Nagisa to catch up.

"Welcome to the Hanazono Ladies Night Party."

With a grin spreading from ear to ear, Simoun pushed the door opened.

Loud music with a fast beat throbbed from six speakers arranged strategically around the room. Strobe lights swept across the room, lights changing from blue to red to green and to yellow every few seconds before the cycle repeated. The center of the room was cleared out to leave a wide space functioning as a makeshift dance floor. A revolving disco ball at least thirty centimeters in diameter reflected little squares of light on the many moving bodies on the dance floor. A bar ran along the left of the door, well stocked with various bottles of liquor and fine wine. A female bartender in a white shirt, black slacks and a black vest with her shoulder length blond hair tied in a high ponytail stood behind the polished countertop, stretching forward to pour the contents of a shaker into two cocktail glasses for the two women sitting on the high stools at the bar. On the opposite side of the room, by the French doors, plushy armchairs sat around a low table. Most of the women were in their forties, yet none of them look a day older than thirty. Black was the top choice of color that night as women dressed in stylish gowns or tight fitting dresses that ended mid thigh milled about the room, majority with cocktails in hand. Light chatter passed nearly unheard through the throbbing beats emitting from the loudspeakers positioned around the perimeter of the room. Nagisa glanced about the room, taking in her surroundings and the company, her eyes saucer-wide. With a slight twinge of jealousy, she marveled at how these women kept their body in shape as they danced in their insanely high heels. Nagisa made a mental note to stay away from those two inch high spikes. There was no doubt that it would hurt should one of those heels be accidentally driven into an innocent bystander's foot. Her eyes finally adjusted to the unnatural lighting in the room, Nagisa took in the bevy of beauties crowded in the glass enclosed room. A tall woman with a martini in hand strode past and headed towards a group of women seated around the low table in plushy armchairs. Her long shapely legs seem to stretch down endlessly, her corset like dress accentuating her voluptuous bust. The woman swept long blond hair over her shoulder, each strand shimmering like golden threads beneath the revolving disco ball. Her features were distinctly French with the sharp nose, thin lips and those pale turquoise eyes. The French woman halted before a slightly shorter woman who was definitely a lingerie model in her younger years. A pale hand reached up to brush back wavy strands of dark brown hair before cupping the shorter woman's cheek. Their faces leaned closer as the shorter woman stood on her tip toes. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as hands threaded through each others hair. Nagisa redirected her eyes, afraid to infringe on the privacy of the two women. Shizuma who was watching her red head lover from the side of her eye, leaned down to whisper into the younger woman's ear.

"Don't worry. I'm sure ours would be much more toe-curling than that."

Winking at the very embarrassed Nagisa, Shizuma grinned in satisfaction. She would definitely not let an opportunity slip past. The current track ended and another one started a mere second later. The soft tap tapping of the hi-hat gave way to the crash cymbal as a quick beat started up, introducing the fanfare of muted trumpets.

"Ah. My favorite song…"

Simoun gazed at the dance floor, her eyes full of longing.

"Go ahead, Mother. Nagisa and I'll be fine by ourselves."

Her face lit up with a beatific smile and like a fifteen year old, Simoun literally skipped towards the dance floor.

"Come on, my love. I'll give you a tour."

Nagisa simply nodded as she followed her silver hair lover back towards the door.

"Nothing's worse than seeing your mother shaking her booty on the dance floor."

Shizuma muttered under her breath as she ushered Nagisa into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind her.

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The musky scent permeated through the dark stable, familiar and soothing to the nose as Amane entered the stable. One by one, the horses stuck their heads from their stalls, greeting her in their own way. Amane walked forward, her riding boots clopping along the rubber matted ground, the footfalls echoing through the otherwise quiet stable. At the furthest end, a dazzling brightness stood out from the darkness. The moonlight which crept through the high windows glinted off the shiny coat of a beautiful white thoroughbred mare.

Star Bright.

Her silky coat gleaming as she looked up from grazing on the pile of hay on the ground. Fluidly, she moved towards the gate of her stall, her hooves making sharp clops as she trotted lazily to greet her rider. Affectionately, she rubbed her nose against an outstretched palm, licking it sloppily with her warm tongue. She snorted softly, anxious to get out and Amane moved to unlatch the gate. Almost like a dog who wants to go for a walk, Star Bright pulled the bridle draped over her stall gate by grasping it with her incisors and walked towards an amused Amane. Star Bright turned her head to the right, watching through her left eye as Amane reached up to take the bridle from her mouth. Amane slipped on the bridle with ease, adjusting the straps expertly before attaching a set of reins. Within minutes, Amane finished tacking up Star Bright and proceeded to lead the saddled horse out of the stable, pausing midway to pick up a riding crop and stuffing it into the back pocket of her jeans. The pure white horse trotted on its rider's right, eager to be out in the open. A chilly breeze stirred the motionless leaves as Amane unlatched the gate leading into the paddock. Pulling herself into the saddle, Amane flicked the reins and eased Star Bright into an easy canter. Together, they moved off across the field, relishing the feel of the wind whistling by. Allowing her mind to drift, the image of the blond hair man in his late forties flashed in her mind, setting of warning alarms in the process. There was no doubt with the same shade of hair color that the man was Hikari's father. There was also no doubt that he would be against their relationship as was certain with the disapproving look in his eyes.

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The twenty year old chambermaid cursed inwardly as she wheeled a meal cart into the well lit lift and hit the button for the thirteenth floor. Her nameplate glinted dully in the brightness of the warm yellow glow igniting the lift. The nameplate read 'Hounin Midori'.

'Is it that hard for the hotel management to hire more people for the night shift? It is pretty slack at this time of the night for the cleaning department but not for the kitchen.'

With only one chef and one kitchen assistant, neither of whom can leave the kitchen long enough to deliver orders, it was left to the chambermaids to cover kitchen duties as well. With a soft 'ding' the lift halted on the thirteenth floor, its stainless steel doors sliding open soundlessly. Taking a deep breath, Midori stepped onto the maroon carpeted floor as the lift doors closed behind her. Facing the dimly lit hallway, she sorely missed the comforting brightness in the lift. Glancing about nervously, she took a few cautious steps forward, knowing full well that she was being paranoid, yet taking precautions nonetheless.

'During my time, housekeeping duties were always assigned to a pair of chambermaids. It was mandatory for the pair to clean a room together for safety's sake. The same holds true for the thirteenth floor. Now, don't think that I'm just scaring you. What I'm about to tell you is true, every single word of it. Around fourteen years ago, a crime took place in one of the rooms on the thirteenth floor. That fateful night, a young couple checked in nearing midnight presumably to seek shelter from the heavy thunderstorm. They were given a room on the thirteenth floor, right at the end of the hallway. The couple appeared to be very much in love, holding hands as they entered the lift. That was the last anyone saw them. The pair of chambermaids on night duty was young, just slightly older than you are, Midori. That night, one half of the pair called in mere minutes before duty to take urgent leave, leaving the other to cover night duties by herself. As per their usual routine, she patrolled the hallways with her cleaning cart, noting down the room numbers of rooms with the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hung on the doorknob. Apart from the strong winds howling against the tall windows, everything else in the hotel was silent. As she stepped out of the lift on the thirteenth floor, she was instantly alerted to the unusual silence. She thought nothing of it and pushed her cleaning cart forward, glancing at her checklist as she passed each room. That night, only one room was occupied on the thirteenth floor. Halfway down, she noticed the red card hanging on the door knob of the last door, its edge peeking from behind the doorway. Wheeling her cleaning cart around, she was about to turn back to the lift when she noticed something else. The door to the last room at the end of the hallway was left slightly ajar. Recalling the dangers of chambermaids being lured into opened rooms and then being assaulted by the room occupants surfaced in her mind and she wisely decided to inform the lobby. Briskly, she strode back to the lift lobby, picking up the slim telephone on a small table by the lift and dialing the reception's extension. The night manager joined her on the thirteenth floor lobby less than two minutes after he had heard her explanation. Together, they walked down the hallway and towards the last room on the left. The manager depressed the door bell, the chime echoing eerily through the hallway. After slightly more than a minute with no response from the room occupants, he inched the door open wider. The light from the hallway inched across the carpet, a thin slanting line in the otherwise dark room. The light crawled slowly across the floor as both the manager and the chambermaid stood with bated breath. The light hit upon the sole of a boot and no further. That was as far as the light from the hallway could penetrate the depths of darkness. Bravely, the manager had called out into the darkness and hearing no response, fumbled for the light switch on his left and flicked it on.

Nothing happened.

The manager flicked it off and on again, still, not even the tiniest flicker of light. Puzzled, he motioned to the chambermaid to go back to the lobby where they removed a battery operated flashlight from the cleaning cart. At the doorway once again, the manager swept the wide beam of the flashlight around the room. The bed sheets were in disarray, rain drenched clothes were laid out neatly on the sofas to dry, on the bedside table, a pair of tumblers half filled with water and ice stood, condensation forming a ring of water around the base of the tumblers. The left boot which they first saw was lying on its side at the foot of the bed, its partner peeking from beneath the sofa at the far end of the room. A pair of black high heels stood against the back of the sofa with accompanying full length stockings draped across the armrest. The occupants of the room were nowhere to be seen…'

Midori shuddered at the memory. She had just joined the company when the senior chambermaid had told her about this story, though she never got to find out what happened in the end. Mentally chiding herself for being paranoid, she strode bravely forward, pushing the metal meal cart ahead of her. It was almost like déjà vu she kept her eyes glued on the dark oak door at the end of the hallway. She had not felt so nervous when she was doing her rounds earlier. Her unjustified fears mainly due to the antique wall clock hanging in between the two lifts ticking steadily to midnight. Reaching the end of the hallway, she stopped before the door on the left, stepping on the foot brake on the meal cart after positioning it to the right of the door. Glancing at the brass plated numbers on the dark oak door for affirmation.

'1331'

Raising a clenched fist, she knocked firmly, the sharp knocks resounding in the room beyond. Ten seconds passed and still no response. Raising her fist once again, she was about to knock once more when the door flew open. Resisting the urge to utter a bloodcurdling scream, she was mildly startled at the sight of a raven haired female with only the hotel's bathroom towel wrapped firmly around her voluptuous body. The towel barely covered her most private regions as it ended just an inch below her curvy bum. Swallowing hard and averting her eyes from the pair of long slim thighs pressed together deliberately hiding the black haired beauty's most precious treasure, she looked up to meet chocolate brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Erm…room service..."

Midori stuttered.

"Great! Just leave it by the door, we'll wheel it in."

Midori nodded mutely, her head still full of the dark haired beauty's husky voice as she fumbled for the checkbook in the front pocket of her maid's apron.

"Your receipt, ma'am. The bill will be sent to reception. Enjoy your meal, ma'am."

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Yaya grinned mischievously, deliberately bending over slightly to give the young chambermaid an eyeful as she reached for the black leather checkbook. Taking note of the name inscribed onto the brass nameplate clipped to the chambermaid's uniform from her position. Yaya lightly brushed her fingers along the chambermaid's wrist, the intentional contact appearing to be purely incidental. Midori gasped softly at the brief contact, a soft whoosh of air rushing out of her lungs as she stared wide eyed at the dark haired beauty. Reorganizing her scattered thoughts, she withdrew her hand quickly and stepped away from the door, bowing slightly before hastening back down the hallway.

"Thank you for the great service, Midori-chan."

Yaya called after the retreating figure of the chambermaid, slightly disappointed that she could not see the definite blushing of the chambermaid's cheeks. Stifling her chortles, Yaya stepped passed the threshold barefooted. Stomping on the foot brake of the meal cart, she looked up at that precise moment to meet Midori's eyes just before the metallic lift doors whooshed shut.

The young chambermaid's cheeks were flushed red.

"Was it necessary to tease the chambermaid?"

Tsubomi demanded as she stood just inside the door clad in a fluffy white bathrobe, her hands on her hips as she glowered at Yaya.

"Well, she looked like she needed some excitement. Must be really boring working the night shifts."

Yaya grinned once more as she maneuvered the meal cart past Tsubomi and towards the bed.

"Well, why don't you take care of my needs instead of flirting with the chambermaid then?"

"We'll get to that Tsu-chan. Right after you shut that door."

Yaya winked as she lifted one of the many stainless steel dish covers on the meal cart with a flourish.

"And get rid of the bathrobe. You have no need for it to eat ice cream."

Yaya gestured at the bed with her free hand then pointed at the deep glass bowl uncovered by the stainless steel dish cover in her hand. Ice cream of varying flavors with dollops of whipped cream surrounded a smaller glass bowl with strawberries and cherries arranged artistically around a smaller stainless steel tumbler with dry ice emanating a hazy mist of vapor. Chocolate sauce was drizzled all around the ring of colorful ice cream balls complete with a generous sprinkle of crushed peanuts. Ignoring the two long spoons on a serviette, Yaya stuck her right index finger into a soft scoop of Belgium chocolate ice cream, bringing the ice cream covered finger to her lips and sucking on it suggestively. Pushing the door shut with her right hand, Tsubomi's left hand pulled at the terry cloth robe tie tied around her waist, her eyes never leaving Yaya's lips as she stepped towards the bed with its covers thrown back.

A step at a time, bare feet moved soundlessly across the maroon carpet, their path briefly obstructed by a carelessly discarded terry cloth bathrobe which was stepped over without once breaking their stride.

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No words could possibly summarize what was going through Midori's mind. The closest would probably be a combination of squeals and giggles. The shiver of electricity running up and down her spine that literally sent her nerves tingling when they had that brief contact would forever be etched in her mind. She could not remove the mental image of the towel clad woman from her mind. Her brain revisiting the memory again and again as it scrutinized every single part of the woman. If the towel was any narrower, she could have gotten a glimpse of that precious treasure.

"She looked at me! She looked at me!"

She mentally chanted that phrase, repeating it over and over in her mind like a broken player stuck on rewind. In that split second that their eyes had connected, Midori felt a fire igniting in her, its warm spreading out to every cell of her body. In that split second, it was almost as if she might just be able to see in to the mysterious woman's mind, until the lift doors whoosh shut. Glumly, she regarded the metallic panels before her. The two panels pressing against each other, almost seamless as it sealed the lift occupants in a narrow box plunging down thirteen floors. With a sigh, Midori leaned against the lift wall across from the doors. She wanted to know more about that woman, the dark hair beauty who had made her heart race. With a start, she shook her head from side to side as a realization struck her.

She was attracted to another woman and possibly falling in love with one.

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"Well, you have seen the garage and the dance room. Here we have the living room with another bar."

Shizuma gestured to the bar situated directly across the tall floor to ceiling windows. A gentle breeze streamed in unchecked through the billowing curtains, allowing the bright moonlight to glimmer off the many bottles of alcohol lining the two tier glass shelves behind the bar. Shizuma grasped Nagisa's left hand firmly, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips as she felt the cool metallic band of the ring she had given the redhead no more than a week ago. Tugging gently, she led the younger woman across the lush carpeted floor to the other end of the room where she pushed opened a wooden paneled door. Nagisa trailed along, slightly disorientated when they stopped in a larger hallway. On her left, a flight of marble steps lead up to the second floor whereas on her right, oak doors stood closed shut.

"Erm…That's the main door?"

"Yes. It leads out to the front porch."

"Are all of your houses this big?! I'd bet you'd be sorely disappointed should you ever visit my place…"

Peals of laughter rang out as Shizuma laughed.

"Honestly, this place is too big, so much so that we could hardly fill all the rooms…Over here we have the piano room and library."

Shizuma led her young lover into a sound proof room with wood paneled walls. A tall wooden book shelf stood flushed against the far wall, filled with a variety of hard and soft cover books. A magnificent black grand piano stood by the tall glass window. The open curtains allowed the moonlight to glint of the polished surface of the piano in the dark room. Slipping her hand out of Shizuma's warm hand, Nagisa moved towards the piano, sliding across the inviting leather seat before pushing back the cover. Trailing her fingers across the black and white keys, she positioned her hands over the correct keys and pressed down firmly. A familiar tune played out, bringing back fond memories for both women.

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Soft pinkish petals floated on the wind, light as a feather as they drifted through the trees, marking the passage of the night breeze. The night was very much alive with the crickets crooning their song and an occasional hoot of an owl on its night watch. Pale moonlight crept through the canopy of towering tree branches, the leaves filtering the soft glow of moonlight and casting moving shadows as the wind rustled past. A deep throaty rasp echoed through the trees, halting the shrilling song of the crickets momentarily. Seemingly unperturbed, the crickets started up their song yet again, continuing where they stopped as if there was never any interruption. Atop a gentle slope, a thick sapphire fleece blanket was spread out on the soft carpet grass. Discarded articles of clothing lay scattered on the blanket, dumped in disorganized piles. Two figures lay on the thick blanket, their skin pale white in the moonlight, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on their skins as it reflected the unearthly glow from the moon. Platinum hair cascaded forward, like a curtain being drawn for privacy as Shizuma bend over Nagisa. Stopping just an inch above the exhausted red head, Shizuma braced most of her weight on her elbows, trying not to crush her lover beneath her. The fingers of her right hand were tightly entwined with Nagisa's left, pressing it down on the soft blanket. Dark lashes fluttered slightly as Nagisa opened her eyes to gaze into Shizuma's amber orbs. Their breaths met, hot in the cool spring night as their lips met in a passionate kiss. A deep kiss that still sent shivers of electricity all the way to Nagisa's toes. Parting her lips slightly to allow her teeth to graze across Shizuma's lower lip, she slipped her right arm around the sultry silver haired goddess, tracing the contour of a silky smooth back with her fingertips. Shizuma responded by parting her lips and drawing her tongue across Nagisa's lips, prompting her to part her mouth open further. Their tongues grazed across each others, saliva trailing slightly when one pulls back before engaging the other's again. Her left leg positioned in between Nagisa's thighs was pressed against the red head's center. Shifting most of her weight to her right leg with her knees bend, Shizuma lowered herself slightly till she could feel Nagisa's left thigh brushing across her most sensitive region. Her eyes glazing over slightly form the pleasure she felt from the contact, Shizuma pulled away from Nagisa's roving tongue. Not giving up possession of the platinum haired beauty's full lips, stretched up to recapture those pair of luscious lips, bending her knee up slightly in the process to press firmly against Shizuma's burning center. Relishing the warm and wet feel of Shizuma's burning core and the look of pure ecstasy on her lover's face, Nagisa arched her back slightly, rubbing her thigh against Shizuma. In response to the red head's motions, Shizuma bucked her hips, bracing her weight on her bended knees and elbows as she dragged her thigh against Nagisa's private lips which were hers to claim. The small hand on her back pushed up roughly to stop between her shoulder blades, pressing her down firmly atop Nagisa. Her full breasts were pressed against Nagisa's as the two women moved their bodies in sync. Warm fluid trickled slowly down Shizuma's thigh, snaking a lazy path down to her knee. With the natural lubricant, friction was drastically reduced and Shizuma moved faster, taking care to keep herself firmly pressed against Nagisa's slim thigh throughout the process. She could feel herself getting closer, the spastic clenching of her walls a tell-tale sign that she was nearing her peak. Beneath her, Nagisa was literally clinging onto her, her pupils dilated and unfocused. A few more strong strokes and Nagisa's thighs were clamped around her's, much like how a bear trap would closed its jaws around a misplaced foot amid without the cutting teeth of the bear trap. The red head's back arched, pressing herself against Shizuma, her lips parting as she neared her peak. Feeling the building momentum reaching its climax, Shizuma pressed herself firmly down onto Nagisa's raised thigh, pressing her face into the red head's shoulder as she squeezed her eyes shut.

A loud cry tore through the forest, scattering birds as they took flight from the sudden noise. The crickets were stunned into silence and the lone owl slinked back into the shadowy recesses, nearly invisible apart from its huge bright glowing eyes. Not for the first time that night, the forest was deathly silent, not even the rustle of the wind against the trees broke the stillness. Seconds ticked by with no further outcry and slowly, the song of the night started up once more, starting softly and building up as the birds settled themselves once more into their nests. The soft hoot of the owl almost sounded like an indication that all was well once again. The two pale figures on the blanket stayed frozen against each other for a few more seconds before Nagisa relaxed back onto the thick blanket as Shizuma collapsed atop her. Her right hand fondly stroking the former Etoile's back as she smiled contentedly.

"I love you…"

Shizuma murmured into Nagisa's neck, placing a tender kiss upon the soft flesh. Nagisa tightened her arm around Shizuma's back, gently kissing the platinum haired beauty's exposed left earlobe. The two women stayed in that position for a few moments, each relishing the opportunity to get their rapid breathing under control yet cherishing the close proximity.

"Are you cold, Nagisa?"

"No…I have you to keep me warm."

"Am I squashing you? I could move…"

"No…this is fine. I want you here…"

Their whispered conversation hardly broke the tranquility of the night. Another few moments passed in silence as their ragged breathing slowed to a gentle rhythm. Pushing herself up and bracing her weight against her elbows, Shizuma gazed into Nagisa's serene face. Deciding to make conversation, Shizuma broke the silence.

"Hmm…so how's everything at the dorms? Now that the sixth years have graduated and the new freshmen wouldn't be coming in till much later…I'd bet its pretty quiet around. Do you think Amane-kun and Hikari-chan would be alright? Etoile is a tough position after all. What with the politics and whatnot. I wonder if Kenjou-kun and Tamao-san would go at each others necks like how Miyuki and Toumori-san used to do…and how are…"

A small hand covered her mouth, cutting her off in mid sentence. Nagisa's eyelids fluttered open, maroon orbs alive with the burning light of passion.

"Shut up and make love to me, Shizuma."

The red head instructed, leaning up to capture Shizuma's lips as she removed her hand.

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A shadow, darker than the rest shifted slightly, moving out from behind one of the trees lining the perimeter of the riding track. The moon, previously hidden behind cirrus clouds broke through, its pale white light illuminating the area. Pale blond hair shimmered as the whitish light caught it, creating a halo-like effect over the head of the young woman standing by a tree trunk.

Halfway across the field, Star Bright tossed her head to her left and snorted softly as she galloped around the rubber track. Her rider urged her forward, nudging her slightly in the flanks, apparently oblivious to her audience. Star Bright whined, attempting to alert her rider, all the while keeping her left eye fixated on the young woman. The slap of rubber against flesh sounded out like a whip crack, followed by a loud whining as the pure white thoroughbred mare picked up speed. The black rubber riding crop swished through the air, whistling as it cut through the wind before making contact against the horse's flank.

Spotting the turning point a little ways ahead, Amane readied herself to shift her weight in a split second. Leaning to her left, Amane yanked hard on the reins, steering the horse into a sharp left turn. Star Bright charged forward, heading straight for the low fence separating the field from the forest and above all, for the young woman standing still by the tree. Her rider tugged on the reins, causing the bit to press against sensitive regions in her mouth. Star Bright tossed her head, relieving the pressure and blatantly ignoring her rider's urging to slow down. Tossing loose dirt upwards, her hooves left the firm rubber track and left deep grooves in the soft dirt ground.

"Star Bright! Easy girl!"

Amane tugged hard on the reins once more yet the horse persisted in galloping forward stubbornly. That was when she finally realized what her faithful riding partner had seen. Even from this distance, she knew who it was. Who else would be out in the chilly dawn to watch her practice. Star Bright slowed down, easing into a gradual canter before finally halting directly before the young blond woman. Amane slide off the saddle, landing softly on the ground and patted the panting Star Bright on the neck. The gleaming white thoroughbred mare trotted off down the fence, stopping a few meters away to graze on the grass laden with morning dew. Hesitantly, Amane approached the fence, afraid.

"Hikari?"

"Don't ever do that again."

Blinking in surprise, Amane halted.

"Wha…I don't understand…"

Hikari swung one leg over the fence, clambering over the thick pieces of wood to join Amane.

"Don't ever leave me without saying a word."

She placed her small hands on Amane's shoulders, tiptoeing slightly to meet the taller woman's eyes.

"Promise me, Amane."

Hikari whispered, her eyes misty in the light of the moon.

Relief coursed through her veins as all her earlier worries dissipated in the burning passion of her sun. Amane pulled the young blond close to her, pressing her lips against the younger woman's forehead.

"I promise, Hikari."

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Pinkish light spanned across the horizon as the blazing sun began its' ascent. The light grew steadily in intensity, starting as a pale pink glow before throwing bright stripes of orange across the lightening sky. Slowly, it crawled upwards, mirrored by its reflection in the clear waters of the stream. The brilliant orb bringing new life to the forest as yet another cycle began. Shizuma sat back against the tree, her right hand fondly stroking the back of the sleepy red head cuddled against her chest. Nagisa stifled a yawn, desperately clinging onto consciousness to watch the sunrise with her beloved's arms wrapped securely around her. The two women watched silently as the sun climbed up the endless sky with the thick fleece blanket wrapped tightly around them like a cocoon. The pinkish hue disappeared as the sun pulled free of the horizon, the blazing orb hanging in the clear blue sky as birds chirped their morning song, welcoming the new day. The red head sat in between her silver haired lover's legs, her right side pressed into the voluptuous chest as her left arm encircled a slim waist. She felt a pair of warm lips pressed gently against her forehead before Shizuma shifted slightly, one arm fumbling to find the opening of the blanket. A pale arm slipped out of the warm cocoon, goose bumps immediately forming as it met the cool morning breeze. It dug into the pile of discarded clothing left on the grass for a few seconds before retreating back to the warmth from the blanket with something small clenched in its fist.

"What are you doing, Shizuma?"

Nagisa slurred slightly.

"Hmm…"

Nagisa's drowsiness ebbed away immediately as soon as she heard Shizuma's preoccupied reply or lack thereof.

The blanket fell to their bare shoulders, causing Nagisa to shiver slightly.

"Shizuma!"

The red head hissed, hastening to pull the warm blanket up to cover their indecency.

"No, wait. Leave it for just a bit."

"But it's cold…"

Nagisa whined, sticking out her lower lip in a pout.

"Yes, I know. Just for a little while…"

Nagisa pouted more as Shizuma tugged on her left hand.

"What are you doing, Shizuma?"

"I'm taking this back."

Shizuma said quietly as she pulled the plain platinum band off Nagisa's left ring finger. Nagisa stared in shock unable to comprehend Shizuma's actions. Her eyes watered, hot tears threatening to spill over.

"You don't want me anymore."

Nagisa stated softly. She felt as if her world had just collapsed around her.

"No…"

Her fears confirmed, Nagisa pulled away from the arm that was still around her. Warm arms which used to make her feel so secured now felt like ice cold chains constricting around her.

"I'm replacing it with this."

Shizuma held out a small black box which held a sleek white gold band with a modest 1-carat diamond. The rock shimmered, throwing out streaks of white light in random directions as it caught the light from the sun.

"Marry me, Nagisa."

Nagisa simply stared at the ring in silence, her face for once unreadable. Shizuma regarded the red head worriedly, wondering if her hasty actions had just caused her everything. Gravity finally won as tears rolled freely down Nagisa's face, streaking wet paths down her cheeks. Nagisa looked up to meet amber eyes, staring into its depths.

"Idiot."

Her voice came out in a hoarse rasp, a spark of fury igniting in her maroon orbs.

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