Vanilla and Hope (Kaoru/Miyako)

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Title: Vanilla and Hope
Author/Artist/Iconist: rhap_chan
Fandom: Powerpuff Girls Z
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Powerpuff Girls Z is not my property. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.

Written for sky_pirate_tat.

Excerpt: Miyako's mouth tastes like brightness, like spun sugar and vanilla and hope. Or so Kaoru supposes.

Miyako's mouth tastes like brightness, like spun sugar and vanilla and hope. Or so Kaoru supposes. Her friend casually throws her shirt to the floor, unhooking a spring-green bra. Miyako's breasts are small, but pale and perfect. Kaoru imagines that they feel like silk, and her nipples softer still. Just a brush of fingertips could make them stand to attention, those perky cotton-candy nubs...

Kaoru swallows, shucking off her own shirt. She tries to seem casual while drawing away attention from her tightly-bound breasts. No one knows that, unbound, Kaoru's chest is bigger than that of any of the girls in gym class, and Kaoru intends it to stay that way.

Miyako brushes her shoulder with a fingertip, her eyes concerned, and fire spreads from her gentle touch to pool in Kaoru's abdomen, making her stomach tauten with desire.

"Are you okay?" she asks, and when Kaoru nods, she brightens. "Will you be my partner today?" she asks, letting her gym shirt slide over her skin easily. Kaoru watches it travel to cover those beautiful breasts and the soft rise of stomach.

"Of course," Kaoru replies, her voice husky. She clears her throat and then stops dead when Miyako leans over and leaves a careless kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks," Miyako says, grinning. Kaoru gulps. Miyako's mouth tastes like brightness, like spun sugar and vanilla and hope. At least, that's what Kaoru thinks her crush would taste like.

She doesn't press Miyako against their lockers and press her lips to hers. Not today. There's always tomorrow.

"See you in class!" Miyako says, waving as she skips on ahead, and Kaoru just watches her go.

Comments

[sky-pirate-tat.livejournal.com]

;-; That was so sweet, and hot. I'm envious of your use of language. Everything flows just as beautifully as you described Miyako.

[pleonasm]

I'm glad you liked it. ^___^ That makes me all happy. I read it aloud in a voicepost here, if you want to hear me ramble, but the text version is pretty good too, lolz.