Chapter Thirteen - Girls, Interrupted

I wake with a start, my heart thumping inside my chest as my eyes open to darkness. I can't lose you. I don't dare lose you. As my eyes slowly accustom themselves to the gloom, I turn my head and see you, and everything feels right again. It's an illusion, I know that, but for now, for this eternal moment, I can pretend. You're here with me and that's all that matter, the rest of the world can go to hell for all I care. You can't be comfortable, draped halfway across the bed like that though whilst still sat in the chair. Rolling onto my side, I gingerly reach out with my free hand, my other held tightly within yours, and stroke across your cheek. You stir slightly, leaning into the touch, a soft smile gracing your lips, which I can't help but echo.

"Natsuki," I whisper, and your eyes flutter open at my voice.

"Are you alright?" you ask, voice soft, concern in your eyes, but the smile still remaining.

"I will be as long as you're with me," I reply, still stroking your face. You take my hand in yours, pressing a soft kiss against my palm, your eyes never leaving mine. And then you're pushing me onto my back, your body pressing against mine, pinning me to the bed.

"Always," you murmur, your lips finding mine moments later, hands cradling my head as you deepen the kiss. I can feel the need radiating from you as I run my hands down your back to your hips, pushing them up slightly as I shift my legs from beneath you, kicking away the sheets between us, instead squeezing you between my thighs, pulling you into me. A soft gasp escapes and I don't know which of us it was but I don't care.

You give a delightful little shiver as I trail my fingertips across the small of your back, the way you always do when I touch you there. Your hips rock against mine, grinding yourself against me, the baggy t-shirt that's all I think I'm wearing riding upwards to my belly as I move with you, my body writhing in motion with yours. You moan into my mouth before breaking away, resting your forehead upon mine, staring into my eyes as you pant for breath.

Your hands dig into the pillow, one each side of my head as you throw your head back, still thrusting against me. I can't help it, the sight of your bared neck always drives me crazy. Craning my body upwards, I swipe my tongue across your throat, the taste of your sweat overwhelming me. You growl this time, a low, guttural sound I can feel vibrate against my mouth as I leave slow, sucking kisses all over your neck. Sitting backwards on your knees, your hands lift me up into your lap and I happily wrap my legs around your waist, nipping lightly at your throat with my teeth. I can feel your fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as you moan again, rocking and rolling my hips against your own.

I take the hem of your sweatshirt between my fingers, slowly lifting it up your body, catching the t-shirt beneath it as well. You release me, raising your arms above your head as I pull the clothing over them. My breath is taken as your hair falls downwards, cascading across your face and body, the moonlight creeping in through the window causing it to shimmer. I don't think I could express with words how beautiful you are to me at this moment, how crazily my heart is beating within my chest, how much I just want to hold you, make love to you, make you mine in every possible way I can.

Slowly, I trail my eyes down your body, taking in everything I can see. I never realised how slender you are, even when you're wearing your leathers, and I certainly didn't think of you as buff, but as I run my fingertips over your abs, firm but soft at the same time, I'm not complaining. My touch rises higher, trailing over your ribs as your breath hitches, before brushing over the fabric of your bra. I look back up at you, my eyes meeting yours. "You're so beautiful," I whisper, before leaning in to deliver a soft kiss on the lips. "So beautiful."

I run my fingertips between the cleft of your breasts, the touch of your skin intoxicating to me. Gently I lean downwards, a soft press of my lips where my fingers had been moments before, my tongue tracing the curves and contours.

And then you freeze, your body perfectly still, not even breathing. Cautiously, I look back up at you, not knowing what to expect. Your expression is sad as you stare right back, before taking a deep breath, a small smile coming to your face.

"Nao, we have to stop," you say, your voice soft but calm.

It hurts. It hurts to hear you say that. "But... I don't want to..."

You raise a hand, running the back of your fingers down my cheek. "Neither do I, but we have to." You pause, a frown coming to your face, eyebrows drawing together giving you that cute little wrinkle on your brow. "Unless you really want an audience for our first time. Do you want to traumatise your roommate?"

Oh hell, Mizunashi. I'd forgotten about her. My body slumps against yours, my forehead resting upon your shoulder as you wrap your arms around me, hands softly rubbing my back.

"Let's just go back to sleep, alright?" you whisper, placing a soft kiss on the side of my head. "We've got plenty of time, Nao."

You lay me back down on the bed, before swinging your legs over the side, standing up. I reach out, grasping your hand. "Don't go," I plead, but you just smile again.

"I'm not going anywhere, just don't want to sleep in these jeans," you say. I lie there and watch as you take them off, tossing them to the floor before turning around and bending over to reach for your sweatshirt, tugging out the t-shirt caught within it. Pulling the smaller garment on, you turn back to face me and blush at the leer I'm sporting.

"I can't help it, it's a very nice view from here."

"Enough of that, thank you very much," you reply, voice stern but a small smile still on your face. Grabbing the sheets from where they'd fallen to the floor, you slip onto the bed beside me, draping them over the two of us. Pulling me into your arms, I rest my head upon your chest and let out a small sigh. Sleep is going to be hard to get with you so close to me; I'm all riled up. But I'm with you, and that's all that matters.

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I'm alone when I wake up this time, but it's alright. I have faith in you, that you'll stay beside me. Tossing the covers aside, I lumber out of bed and do a few stretches; sleeping always makes me feel somewhat constricted. Letting out a large yawn, I pick up hushed voices coming from the main room, and I sidle up to the door whilst grabbing some clothes.

"Is she going to be alright?" It takes me a few moments to place the voice, and the recognition churns inside of me.

"She took it kinda hard, Chie, but she'll be fine I think. She's stronger than she realises, than anyone does," I hear you say, and my heart swells. "It might take time, but she'll be fine."

"Do you have any idea who it was who started spreading it?"

"Oh yeah, I know exactly who did it. I've had words with them already. Anyway, I should go check on her. I'm sorry about how this went down, but I have to admit, I'm kinda relieved it's all out in the open. Whatever happens now is inevitable, but however bad it gets, we can face it together."

"I'm happy for you, I really am Natsuki. I'll leave you two to it."

As I hear the front door open, I back into the centre of the room and start getting dressed.

"Oi, you decent in there?" I hear you say through the door, and the thought of being evil crosses my mind, but I shake it away.

"Give me a moment!" I yell in reply. It's only now that I realise Mizunashi isn't in her bed, so caught up I'd been in my eavesdropping. I guess she heard the rumours, or maybe we woke her up last night, and she felt kinda uncomfortable being around us. It's a shame really, I think she was someone I could have gotten on well with, and now I might have already ruined it.

Changing into my uniform, I open the door to see you standing there, waiting. You're still dressed in the clothes you were wearing last night and now I know you kept your word and didn't leave me. We stand there, just looking at each other, watching, waiting. Wondering where this awkwardness comes from, and remembering how close we were last night. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I watch you blush, but neither of us look away, neither of us wanting to.

Slowly, you extend your right hand; it's shaking just like mine is as I reach out to take it with my left, our fingers interlocking. We step in together, our free hands joining in the same way as we lean forwards, resting our foreheads against each other. I can feel your breath, warm upon my face and it sends shivers racing up my spine at your closeness. The tension between us is palpable, both of us unwilling to take the next step. For all of my usual forwardness when it comes to being close to you, I still panic at the knowledge of how far we could end up going if we just let ourselves lose control. To let you in that close, to expose myself to you so fully, I don't know if I could do that. Last night was all in the heat of the moment, but now, now it seems so hard.

And then I say, "Fuck it," and surge forwards, wrapping you up in my arms, moulding my body to yours as I claim your lips hungrily. You're mine, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let something as stupid as this stand between us. Lumbering backwards, I pull you with me into the bedroom, slowly making our way towards the beds. I topple over as the back of my legs hit the bed, pulling you with me, your hands shooting out to stop yourself from crushing me beneath you. Holding yourself above me, I stare into your eyes and I can see the indecision lurking there, but I've no intention of stopping now. Slipping a leg between yours, I raise it so that it presses against your centre, and I moan a little as you hiss at the touch, pressing down firmer against my thigh. Even through the denim of your jeans, I can feel the heat radiating from you.

Slipping my arms from around you, I undo my jacket, throwing it open before starting to unbutton my shirt from the bottom up, your eyes following them as they move as I smile to myself. Leaning upwards, I press my lips to yours as I shrug the clothing from my shoulders, pulling them off down my arms and tossing them away from the bed. Breaking away from me, your eyes trail down my body and back up, focusing on my breasts as I lay back down, arching my back to present them to you. Tentatively, you brush your fingers against one, briefly looking up at me before returning your concentration to my chest as your hand continues its exploration with more confidence, cupping a breast and squeezing lightly. I can feel my nipple tighten, pressing upwards through my bra into your palm. Reaching behind my back, I unhook my brassiere and slip it off, moaning as I feel your fingers roaming across the exposed flesh of my breasts.

"Are you in there, Natsuki?" comes Mai's voice from behind the door to the apartment, and we both freeze. You draw away from me quickly, getting off the bed and rising to your feet, backing away as colour rises to your cheeks. Yet again we're stopped. I sigh as I get to my feet, eyes scanning the room for my clothing.

"Just a moment!" you call through the door as you turn away from my state of undress, causing me to frown. Only a moment ago your hands were roaming my body, and now you can't even look at me. And I sigh again, knowing I can't blame you in the slightest. We were both lost in the moment, and I know this level of intimacy isn't at all easy for you. Getting redressed, I move to your side, pressing my hand against the small of your back. You start, turning quickly to face me, head dropping in shame instead of meeting my eyes.

"We weren't doing anything wrong," I say as I bring a hand to her chin, raising it so she has to look me in the eyes. I can see the fear in there, mixed with shame, and I'm not sure what exactly it is that's upsetting you, but I wish I could make it go away. "Nothing's wrong, Natsuki," I whisper, before leaning in to press a light kiss against your lips. Resolving to put a brave face on it, I give you a quick hug and a smile. "Come on, let's not keep her waiting."

Slipping my hand into hers, we move to the door, which I open to Mai's concerned expression. Just what I need. "Hey, come on in," I say, forcing a smile to my face. I really don't want to deal with the big-boobed one right now, even though I know she's only being a friend. I can still feel your fingers upon me, the warmth pressed against my thigh, and all I want is to be back in there with you, continuing from where we left off, but a quick glance at you strongly suggests that it won't be happening. "I assume you heard all about my little breakdown yesterday."

"Are you alright? ...Sorry, that's a stupid question, isn't it?" She looks down at the floor for a few moments, before her eyes drift back upwards to where my hand clasps yours. "So it's true," Mai whispers, and for a moment I freeze, but the slight squeeze you give me makes me relax a little.

"Yeah, it is," I reply, my voice a little tight.

"I'd wondered you know, the way you two have been acting the last few weeks." And then she gives a big smile. "I'm happy for the two of you!" she cries, quickly pulling us both into a big hug. Looking over her back, I can see the surprised expression on your face, surely mirroring my own, before we both hug her back. I let out a breath I didn't even realise I'd been holding. Since when was I so worried about what Mai thought about me, about us? And why? She's... she's my friend, of course she's happy for me, she won't freak out about it. Neither will any of my other friends, not if they really are my friends. And screw anyone who isn't, what do I care if they hate me?

Mai releases her hold upon us and backs up a step, a large smile on her face. "Of course, the two of you will have to tell me all about how you got together later, but for now, I'd better head off for classes. I'll catch you two after classes!"

After she lets herself out, you and I just stand there for a few moments, staring at the door, before turning to face each other and laughing. "Maybe we should edit it a little bit before telling her," you say, wiping a tear from your eye.

"Aw, but trying to kill you sounds so romantic!" I exclaim, a mock pout on my face as I try to stifle my laughs.

"Maybe for you, but you've always been a sadist," you reply, your grin taking the edge off your words.

"As if you don't like that, masochist Natsuki!" I respond, punching you in the arm as I laugh again.

"Well," you say, your expression becoming much more composed, though a small smile tugs at your lips, "I should go get changed if we're actually going to classes today, so I need to go to my room." Reaching out to me, you take my hand in yours, giving me a shy look. "Come with me?"

"Like I have any intention of letting you out of my sight any sooner than I have to, Natsuki."

We walk in silence to the stairs, heading up two floors and along the corridor to your new room. You unlock and open it, without releasing my hand, tugging it gently as you go inside before letting it go with a smile, turning to go into your bedroom.

Closing the door behind me, I can hear you taking off some of your clothes, and I make up my mind. Undoing the buttons of my shirt, I toss it aside as I follow you into the bedroom. You look over your shoulder as you hear the door open, your panties halfway down your legs, a large blush spreading across your face. I can feel all the moisture in my mouth dry up as my heart thunders in my chest at the sight of you undressed so.

"What are you--" you start to say, but I move in quickly, silencing you with a slow, lingering kiss as my hands guide your body in turning to face me.

"I believe we have some unfinished business," I whisper huskily as I end the kiss. "Why don't we pick up from where we left off?"

Well bugger. Another fic with no updates in over a year. Well, I'm nothing if not consistent :D?

I never intended to actually push Nao and Natsuki this far along in their relationship so soon. I mean, they've been together for little over a week, and neither of them have ever actually been with anyone in such a way before, that to me, it seems a little sudden. But that's just where the writing took me, I guess.

Of course, now I'm left contemplating whether I should attempt writing the sex scene into the next chapter or not. I mean, I'm really, REALLY, bad at writing them, and I don't want to screw the entire chapter up, but then, how am I ever going to learn without actually, y'know, doing it? (Huh huh huh. She said "doing it". Huh huh huh. Huh huh huh.)

As has become the norm for Tea Cosy, the title is another pop-culture reference, this time the 1993 book/1999 film, "Girl, Interrupted."

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