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The sun rests warm on Alice’s shoulders, casting a soft glow across the cocktail glass cradled between her fingers. Yuzuha watches her from beneath the parasol’s shadow—one leg tucked under her, the other stretched lazily across the lounger.
Alice brings the glass to her lips again—third time today she’s sipped that same fruity, frilly mess of a drink. Something sugary and frothy, infused with apricot. The ice clinks gently. Her bunny ears twitch with every sip.
Yuzuha smiles.
“I knew that swimsuit would look good on you,” she says, voice playful, barely louder than the sigh of waves.
Alice blinks over the rim of her glass, nearly spilling. “H-Huh?”
“That one,” Yuzuha says with a tilt of her chin. “You wore it just because I picked it, didn’t you?”
Alice squirms before she answers, her wrap sliding slightly up one thigh, teasing a sliver of porcelain skin. Her tail flicks once behind her, ears folding down like she'd been caught mid-act. “I-I thought it was...tasteful,” she mumbles. “And I like the seashell pin.”
“Oh?” Yuzuha leans in, her grin spreading slow and sharp. “So it has nothing to do with how I said it brought out the curve of your waist?” Her fingers mime the shape in the air, then linger where her gaze does—Alice’s side, smooth and glistening.
“That’s—!” Alice nearly chokes, the glass rattling as she sets it down hastily. “Don’t say things like that!”
“Why not? You got all twitchy when I did.” Yuzuha pauses. Then, with a smile that says she knows exactly what she’s doing: “Your ears give you away every time.”
Alice turns her face toward the sea, but not before Yuzuha sees it—the blush high on her cheeks, the way her lips part slightly. She’s trying to will the heat away, but her body is speaking too loudly. Her thighs press together.
Yuzuha hums low. “Are you leaking already?”
Alice freezes. Her head snaps around. “Wh-What—!?”
“I bet you are,” Yuzuha says, matter-of-fact, picking up her own drink now. The condensation beads and runs in lazy trails down her fingers. “Just from me talking to you like this.”
“That’s not—t-that’s not something friends say,” Alice stammers, hands now clutching at her sheer wrap like it might hide the flush blooming across her chest.
“Mm.” Yuzuha licks her bottom lip, lets her gaze slide slow down Alice’s trembling frame. “That’s because we aren’t just friends.” Her voice dips, thick with promise, honey-dark and unshaken. “And once we’re back in the hotel tonight, I’ll show you just how far from friends we really are.”
Alice’s breath catches. It’s visible in her chest, how it jolts her whole body. Her legs shift again, her hips tilting unconsciously. She looks small suddenly, small and cornered—not by force, but by want. Her pupils dilate like she’s about to be hunted. She is. Yuzuha drinks her in.
“You should hydrate,” Yuzuha says, mock-innocent, holding out her cocktail.
“I already have mine—”
“But I want to share,” Yuzuha interrupts, leaning forward. “Let me show you how it tastes.”
Alice looks at the glass. Then Yuzuha. Then the glass again. Her fingers twitch, then rise, hesitating—but not refusing.
Yuzuha doesn’t let her take it.
She tips the drink to her own mouth, slow, savoring, then leans across the thin line of space between them. Alice doesn’t move, not back, not forward—just breathes faster.
“Say ‘ahh,’ little rabbit,” Yuzuha murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “Let me feed you.”
Alice’s mouth opens before she realizes it. Before she can even squeak out another protest, Yuzuha kisses her.
Not a peck. Not a tease. A real kiss, open and full, sweet alcohol passing between them. It stains Alice’s tongue, her lips, her sigh. She shudders against it. When Yuzuha pulls away, a string of saliva still clings between them, catching light like a spider’s thread.
“You taste like apricot,” Alice whispers, voice threadbare.
“I taste like mischief,” Yuzuha replies. “And you—” her hand trails to Alice’s thigh, barely brushing—“taste like you’ve been waiting all day for me to do that.”
Alice gasps, nearly bolts upright. “Yuzuha—!”
“What?” Her nails glide over the edge of Alice’s knee, light enough to tickle, just enough to burn. “You told me to stop teasing. But I don’t think you want me to.”
“I... I don’t know what I want,” Alice admits, trembling, one hand fisting in the wrap at her hip.
Yuzuha smiles with all the wickedness of a summer storm. “Then let me decide for you tonight.”
The wind picks up slightly, catching the sheer hem of Alice’s skirt and blowing it inward, against her legs, outlining everything. Yuzuha watches the curve of her thighs, the way her damp suit clings, and knows. She knows it’s already begun.
And she hasn’t even touched her properly yet.
-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ-
The sky burns low behind them, bleeding shades of peach and orange over the sea. Alice walks beside Yuzuha, feet bare against the boardwalk slats, her steps quick as the beat of her heart. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t need to. Her silence hums, her body already saying everything her lips are too afraid to.
The hotel suite door clicks shut behind them.
Then the world spins.
Alice’s back hits the wall with a breathy mmfh! as Yuzuha’s weight presses flush against her. Their swimsuits are still damp, still clinging, and Yuzuha wastes no time undoing that. Her fingers slide up Alice’s sides, curling under the halter straps. One tug, then another—Alice’s swimsuit eases down, her chest bouncing free with a little jolt that makes her whimper.
“Y-Yuzuha—!” Her breath comes hot, tangled.
“Shh.” Yuzuha’s lips find her neck, tongue teasing where her pulse flutters. “You look so good like this… fuck.”
She kisses downward, slow, relentless. Her hands tug Alice’s wrap off completely, fingers ghosting over the swell of her hips, then lower—skimming the edge of the suit bottom before dipping in. Alice gasps again, her back arching against the wall, thighs clenching tight as Yuzuha pulls the last piece of fabric down her legs and lets it fall.
“Turn around,” Yuzuha whispers. “I want to see all of you.”
Alice hesitates—just for a moment—then obeys. Her pale skin is flushed along her shoulders, her ass, her thighs, the little cotton-puff tail twitching with nerves. Yuzuha’s mouth parts slightly. She grabs her own zipper, pulls her one-piece down in one go, breasts spilling free, fabric slinking off her like she was made to be unwrapped.
Alice peeks over her shoulder and whines, ears high, face hot.
“Bed,” Yuzuha breathes. “Go. Now.”
Alice stumbles to the edge, sitting without grace. Her legs draw up as if to hide herself, but Yuzuha is already there, kneeling over her, kissing her full on the mouth. Their bare skin collides, Yuzuha’s tongue sliding over hers in slow, wet drags. She tastes sweet. Still a little apricot. Still a bit scared.
Alice whimpers into her mouth, her arms looping around Yuzuha’s waist, fingers splaying over the small of her back.
But then—her body stills.
Just slightly.
Her ears flick upright, eyes darting toward the ceiling, toward the corners of the room. Her breaths shorten—not with lust, but hesitation. Yuzuha feels the shift immediately. She pulls back enough to see her, hand stroking her jaw with unexpected softness.
“You okay?”
“I…” Alice bites her bottom lip, looking away. “I’ve never... with a girl. Or anyone. I’ve never done anything at all.”
The words land heavy between them. Yuzuha stares at her, surprised—but not pulling away.
“That’s okay,” she murmurs. “Really.”
Alice’s brow furrows.
“I don’t have much experience either,” Yuzuha adds, brushing her thumb over Alice’s cheek. “But... I bet you’ve touched yourself, haven’t you? When you’re alone. Late at night.” Her voice lowers, barely audible. “Right?”
Alice squeaks.
She covers her face with her hands, ears twitching wildly. Her legs shift, squeezing together unconsciously.
“I—I mean—sometimes…”
“Mmhmm.” Yuzuha leans in, whispering against the shell of her ear. “So you already know how your body reacts. What you like. What drives you crazy.”
Alice nods, small, helpless, her whole body trembling under Yuzuha’s. Her chest rises and falls in quick, tight breaths, nipples hard from arousal, thighs slick where they press together.
Yuzuha kisses the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then lower again, her voice a breath against Alice’s collarbone.
“Then let me learn that with you.”
Yuzuha trails kisses down Alice’s chest, warm lips brushing between her breasts, then lower, over her stomach, tasting the heat of her soft, sun-kissed skin. Alice lies back in silence, knees drawn up, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other fidgeting with the edge of a pillow—until Yuzuha’s lips press just above her mound, and every muscle locks tight.
“Y-Yuzuha… wait…”
Yuzuha lifts her gaze, still kissing, still sliding down.
“You—you don’t have to do that,” Alice blurts, her voice tiny, breathless. “It’s… it’s unsanitary. Isn’t it?”
That makes Yuzuha stop—but only to laugh. Not cruelly. Not mockingly. It spills out of her soft and bright, as if Alice had said something impossibly cute.
“Alice.” She presses her cheek against Alice’s thigh, her grin audible. “You’re so damn precious.”
Alice tries to sit up. “I’m being serious! I mean, what if it’s—”
“You’re not dirty,” Yuzuha cuts in, lips grazing tenderly along the inside of her thigh now. “You’re beautiful. And fuckable. And right now?” Her tongue flicks out, barely touching the slick seam of her pussy. “You’re dripping.”
Alice gasps and drops back against the mattress, ears twitching like antennae gone haywire.
Yuzuha chuckles again, lower this time, her fingers stroking along the crease where thigh meets sex.
“A lot of people do this for their partner,” she murmurs, kissing closer, slower. “It’s normal. Natural.”
Alice whimpers. “But… but we’ve never learned about this at Celestia School, and—and none of the etiquette books—”
“You don’t need to go to some rich academy to know how to eat a girl out,” Yuzuha says, voice thick with heat. “Or make a bunch of Dennies. This isn’t about rules. This is about you.” Her breath ghosts over Alice’s folds. “And how you taste.”
“Ah—Yuzuha—!” Alice’s thighs squeeze together, but Yuzuha’s hands are already there, gently guiding them open again.
Then Yuzuha’s tongue slides in one smooth, devastating motion between Alice’s lips, parting her slick folds with a wet sound and a low mmm. Alice’s body jumps, her fingers flying to her mouth to stifle a cry.
“O-ohhh—Y-Yuzuha—”
She’s soaked, shy, clenching around nothing, and Yuzuha feasts on her like she’s been starving. Her tongue swirls, flattens, circles, teasing her clit with gentle flicks before diving lower again to lap at the heat pouring out of her.
Alice covers her face with both hands, panting through them, hips twitching under every pass of Yuzuha’s tongue.
“I c-can’t—I don’t know how to—”
“You don’t need to know anything,” Yuzuha murmurs between licks, her voice vibrating right against her pussy. “Just lie back. And feel.”
And Alice does.
Alice’s moans slip out between her fingers, half-stifled but desperate, dragged from the center of her like she’s never heard herself sound this way before. Her thighs tremble, fighting to stay open, even as every stroke of Yuzuha’s tongue makes her hips jerk and twitch off the bed.
Yuzuha’s hands stay firm, fingers splayed against soft thighs, holding her steady, spreading her just enough that she can keep working her mouth right where it counts—slow, greedy licks up the length of Alice’s slit, tongue swirling wet around her clit before sucking it gently between her lips.
Alice cries out, back arching, one heel digging into the mattress.
“Y-Yuzuha! I—ahhh—d-don’t stop, please, don’t—!”
That’s how Yuzuha knows she’s doing a damn good job.
She keeps going, slower now, dragging it out, building the tension just to watch Alice unravel. Her ears are flat to the bed, twitching helplessly, silver hair plastered to her flushed cheeks. Her chest heaves, nipples hard and sensitive from brushing against the sheets, her body completely offered, completely taken.
Yuzuha presses a kiss to her clit, then another, then licks long and deep, tongue sliding into her slick heat and curling inside. The wet squelch that follows makes Alice squeal, her body jolting so hard her hand flies from her mouth, grabbing the headboard instead.
“I-I’m—ah—oh fuck—! I’m gonna—!”
Yuzuha hums low and dirty against her, sending vibrations straight into Alice’s core.
That’s all it takes.
Alice shatters with a strangled scream, hips bucking wildly, thighs closing around Yuzuha’s head as she comes. Her whole body convulses, gasping, twitching, her pussy pulsing hot and soaked around Yuzuha’s tongue. Yuzuha doesn't pull back. She keeps licking through it—slow now, tender—lapping up everything Alice gives her, swallowing it like nectar.
Her lips glisten, chin wet, tongue flicking the last little droplets from between Alice’s folds.
When she finally pulls back, Alice’s legs are still trembling. Her chest rises and falls in shallow, panting waves, her cheeks blotched pink, silver eyes dazed.
“…thank you,” she breathes, barely audible, voice cracked with wonder. “Yuzuha… I didn’t know it could feel like that…”
Yuzuha climbs back up her body, kissing her shoulder, her collarbone, the hollow of her throat, until their lips meet again.
“You don’t need to thank me,” she murmurs against Alice’s mouth.
She smiles, slow and wicked, before whispering: “You could always return the favor.”
Alice chokes out a breath, her whole face burning again.
Yuzuha just grins wider.
“That’d be thanks enough.”
Alice swallows hard, her breath still catching every few seconds like her body hasn’t quite figured out how to come down from what just happened. She turns her head, eyes wide, still a little dazed. “…I want to. I want to touch you too, I just… I don’t really know what to do.”
Yuzuha tilts her head, smiling like she’s already won the next game.
“You don’t need to eat me out,” she purrs, brushing hair back from Alice’s cheek. “Not yet. Tonight? Your fingers’ll be enough.”
Alice swallows hard, her throat tight.
“I’ll walk you through it,” Yuzuha adds, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Nice and easy. If you’re good—” her voice drops, her voice dropping to a low, teasing growl, “you might even make me squirt.”
Alice’s eyes go huge. “S-squirt?! Like—!”
“Like flood the sheets,” Yuzuha purrs, eyes half-lidded. “Like stain this hotel mattress so deep the maids have to call in backup.”
Alice makes a small, high-pitched noise.
Yuzuha grins, rolling onto her back, spreading her legs with zero shame. She’s glistening already—her lips swollen, folds slick, her clit a flushed little jewel above the wet. One hand trails down her stomach, teasing herself open just slightly.
“Come here, rabbit.”
Alice crawls close, heartbeat hammering, fingers trembling slightly. Her eyes flick between Yuzuha’s face and her pussy, uncertain and overwhelmed.
“Start by touching me,” Yuzuha murmurs. “Not shy. Right here.”
She guides Alice’s hand, placing it between her legs. Alice lets out a shaky breath as her fingers make contact—Yuzuha’s heat is intense, her slick already coating Alice’s knuckles.
“She’s soft…” Alice breathes, like she’s found some long-lost sacred artifact.
“She’s wet,” Yuzuha corrects, smiling through gritted teeth. “And she’s aching. Rub up and down first. Slow. Let me feel you.”
Alice obeys, stroking two fingers gently along Yuzuha’s slit, then circling clumsily around her clit. Yuzuha shudders, her hips rocking slightly up into Alice’s touch.
“Yeah… just like that. Little faster.”
Alice watches, captivated, her hand moving more confidently now, fingers slick with arousal. Yuzuha lets out a breathy moan, her thighs spreading wider, hips rolling up into the rhythm.
“You feel so hot,” Alice whispers, voice thick. “So—slippery…”
Yuzuha laughs, short and sharp. “Just wait.”
She reaches down, curling her own fingers over Alice’s, guiding them lower.
“Now slip one finger in. Curl it. Like a hook. Aim for the spot that makes my hips twitch.”
Alice swallows and pushes in slowly—Yuzuha gasps through her teeth, body jerking.
“Fuck— yeah. Deeper.”
Alice pushes until her knuckle meets soaked flesh, her fingertip curling experimentally.
“There—?” she asks, hesitant.
Yuzuha’s body answers first—hips thrusting up, back arching.
“Right there,” she gasps. “Fuck, Alice. Do that. Again. Don’t stop.”
Alice starts to move, curling and pressing, her other hand now rubbing over Yuzuha’s clit like she’s afraid to do too much—but Yuzuha’s noises tell her more is better. Her thighs start shaking. She clutches the sheets, moaning open-mouthed now.
“F-Faster—fuck, keep going, you’re—shit—yes—”
Alice’s hand works harder, fingers slick and relentless, stroking inside her while her thumb starts to find a rhythm over Yuzuha’s clit.
Yuzuha’s voice pitches, wild and breathless.
“Don’t stop—don’t—ngghh—Alice—!”
Her hips jerk once, twice—then she screams, legs snapping tight around Alice’s wrist.
A sudden burst gushes out over Alice’s hand, hot and unstoppable—Yuzuha squirts hard, soaking her thighs, the sheets, Alice’s arm. She keeps twitching, panting like she’s been run through with lightning, her whole body spasming.
Alice just stares, mouth open, hand frozen inside her.
“…d-did I—did you just—?!”
Yuzuha’s head rolls to the side, eyes glazed, grin lazy and wild.
“…you really made me squirt, bunny.”
Alice covers her face with her wet hand.
“…oh my god.”
Alice blinks down at her hand—slick, glistening, her fingers still damp and coated with the unmistakable evidence of what she’s just done. The sheets beneath them are a mess, tangled and soaked, and Yuzuha lies there in the middle of it all like a ruined goddess, panting, flushed, one arm draped lazily above her head.
“…we’re so wet,” Alice murmurs, cheeks glowing red. “We should… we should shower or something—clean up—”
Yuzuha cracks one eye open, then lets it shut again. “Mmm… later.”
Alice makes a face. “Yuzuha, I’m serious!”
Yuzuha just groans, rolling onto her side with a lazy smile. “You seriously think I want to drag this body into a cold shower after what you just did to me?” She stretches like a cat, slow and unbothered. “Let the sheets suffer.”
Alice sputters, ears standing high again. “Y-you can’t seriously mean to just go to bed like this! After—after that?!”
Yuzuha grins wider, patting the space beside her with a smug little slap. “Come now, milady. You’ve worked hard. Your bed awaits.”
Alice scrunches her nose, eyes narrowing. “That’s not fair… using that voice on me…”
“Mm. I thought you liked it.”
“I don’t!”
“You’re lying.” Yuzuha yanks at the blanket with her foot, then lifts it, holding it open with a flourish. “Get in here.”
Alice hesitates… then crawls under the blanket like a sulking kitten, arms folded, face pouty, her hair tousled and sticky with sweat. She presses herself awkwardly against Yuzuha’s side, trying not to look like she’s enjoying how warm and solid Yuzuha feels next to her.
“You’re so smug,” she mutters.
“I’m right, though.”
Alice pouts harder, cheeks puffed out.
But her head settles into the crook of Yuzuha’s neck. Her hand finds its way over Yuzuha’s stomach. Her thigh drapes softly across the other’s.
She stays close. She doesn’t pull away.
Yuzuha brushes her fingers through silver hair, lips barely parting.
Then—
“…I love you,” Alice whispers.
Soft. Quiet. But real.
And Yuzuha’s breath catches—not from surprise, not from doubt, but from the weight of it. That truth, that shy little surrender in the dark. She turns her face and kisses Alice’s forehead, holds her just a bit tighter, hand splayed over her back like a seal.
“I know.”
Sleep steals them not long after, warm and tangled, breathing as one.
-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ-
The sun’s back to work, casting its fire across the waves in molten ribbons. The scent of salt and sunscreen wafts heavy on the breeze, and the sand is already hot enough to sting bare soles. The parasol’s been planted again, and Yuzuha lounges beneath it like royalty, her swimsuit clinging just right, sunlight catching on the sheen of her thighs.
Alice sits beside her, legs folded, hands clasped in her lap. Her swimsuit’s back in place—pulled snug against her chest, wrap tied delicately at her waist—but her posture is tense, her cheeks already flushed before the sun’s done a thing to her. She fidgets, ears twitching every few seconds.
She keeps looking at Yuzuha. Then quickly looking away.
Yuzuha notices. Of course she does.
So she leans in, one elbow planted against the towel, and without warning, presses a kiss to Alice’s cheek. Right below the twitch of a silver ear.
Alice squeaks like she’s been electrocuted. “Y-Yuzuha—!”
She scrambles upright, cheeks glowing pink, eyes darting left and right—only to land on Wise and Belle, only a few steps away by the popsicle stand.
Wise lifts a brow, calm as ever. His sunglasses are perched low on his nose, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a chilled soda can.
Belle stares.
She stares hard.
“You two are dating?” she blurts, ice pop half-melted in her hand. “How long?! Why didn’t anyone tell me?!”
Yuzuha hums, pleased, flipping onto her side with a lazy grin. “We’re not hiding anything. Just basking.”
Belle stomps toward them, mouth agape. “This is so not fair! I missed all the signs—all of them! You two were sneaking around while I was failing every single drone challenge at the Shooting Dock?!”
“We weren’t hiding,” Yuzuha says, propping her chin up with her hand. “You just weren’t looking.”
Wise gives a little shrug. “Honestly, I figured it was only a matter of time.”
Alice opens her mouth—whether to object or correct or collapse is unclear—but before a single syllable escapes, Yuzuha leans in again and kisses her on the lips.
Soft. Just enough pressure. Just enough tongue.
Just enough to melt her like warm seafoam.
Alice sinks back down with a muffled squeak, her hands grabbing blindly at her towel, face flushed deeper than coral. She looks like she’s trying to evaporate on the spot.
“Mmh,” Yuzuha murmurs, licking her lip. “You were about to say something silly.”
Alice covers her face. “I—I was going to say we’re not officially—”
“Yes, we are,” Yuzuha cuts in, brushing a silver strand behind her ear. “You want to be. Especially after last night.” Her fingers trace a feather-light line down Alice’s shoulder.
Alice lets out a weak groan and buries her face in Yuzuha’s lap.
Belle shrieks. “Oh my god you totally slept together—!”
“Bunny got adventurous,” Yuzuha says sweetly, stroking Alice’s hair.
Wise sighs and pops open his drink. “This beach trip just got a lot louder.”