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"I saw you sleeping and... I... Thought I might have to kiss you." Hana moved ever so slightly closer as she spoke.
"Did you?" a whisper.
"But... I just woke up." a plaintive whisper.
Hana blinked then burst into laughter. When she subsided she saw that Misaki was waiting to ask what was so funny.
"I'm basically laying on you now, telling you that I, your friend, who is a girl, am going to kiss you; and your biggest concern is morning breath?" Hana grinned all the while, revealing her pointy little canine teeth when she spoke.
Misaki favored her with a shy smile. Moving a hand up between them she pressed it to Hana's jaw, worming a fingertip between her lips to test the tip of one of those wicked canines. At first unsure, Hana opened her mouth when she caught on, baring her teeth. Shortly she took the investigating digit gently between her teeth, her smile turning vaguely predatory.
A thought struck her then and she let go of Misaki's finger.
"Oh, your mom's making breakfast."
"I should get dressed and-" Misaki waved a hand vaguely, "whatever. I suppose you'll want to help."
Hana arched an eyebrow. "Making jokes now? You're still blushing, you know."
"I am the one in my underwear."
The predatory aspect returned to Hana's smile.
"Ohhh yeah." as if she had totally forgotten.
With that, Hana backed down Misaki's body. She trailed her hands down her captive's sides to her sweetly curved hips. Nuzzling her face against Misaki's tummy, nipping and kissing playfully, she practically purred.
"Mmmm... Cat got your tongue, Mi-mi chan?"
Misaki had been too overwhelmed even to voice an objection. Then she had found that while this whole business was a surprise, Hana's affectionate new attention did feel good. She rolled her eyes at 'Mi-mi chan' - a little pet name Hana used when being silly or poking fun at her. Misaki knew it was just a shortening of her name, but 'mimi' was Japanese for 'ears.' Hearing it, she always had an urge to reach up and check, as if there might be something wrong with them.
Misaki reached a hand down to run her fingers into Hana's dreads. She spoke between little sounds of pleasure.
"Mmm... Hana. Just... Don't tease, okay?"
There was a pause as Hana absorbed this. While they had started out as friends and Hana had never overtly tried to change things, she had harbored a deeper attraction to Misaki for several months. Emotion welling up under her naughty intentions, she slid back up to rest her chin on Misaki's chest.
"You... Really?" she asked, serious now.
"I... Well-" Misaki began, staring into Hana's pale blue eyes uncertainly.
Taking Misaki's face suddenly in her hands, Hana pressed into a hot, passion fueled kiss. After a muffled squeak of surprise, Misaki returned the kiss. Both girls moaned softly as their tongues slid over each other and about each other's mouths. Misaki still had one hand worked into Hana's dreads and now placed the other over one of Hana's. The urgency of the kiss soon left them both aroused, but breathless.
When they parted, practically panting, Misaki saw tears welling in Hana's eyes. She must have looked concerned, because Hana cleared her throat and wiped desultorily at her eyes. She gave Misaki a long, soulful look, then dipped her head to kiss her again. This time, though, it was a painfully gentle, tender, and brief kiss on the lips.
Hana crawled backward yet again. A hint of her earlier mischievousness quirking one corner of her mouth and smoldering in her eyes.
Misaki tipped her head back, closing her eyes and murmuring sounds of pleasure as Hana kissed and nipped down the length of her torso. Moving further down, Hana licked and sucked at the insides of her shapely thighs, eliciting gasps.
"Not too loud, okay? Don't want your mom coming up.