Inspired by manga-form. I haven't gotten that far into it yet, but I love the anime.

The Very Last Row

Nagisa was confused.

Oh yes, she was very confused. She'd come in only minutes before to check out a book Tamao had been suggesting. So she skipped down to the library all by her lonesome and went searching through the giant building attempting to find the stupid book.

Out of nowhere, Shizuma had descended upon her. Idly, Nagisa thought she seemed an angel out of hell, looking torn yet absolutely beautiful, as angelic as one could get in the dark Lolita style uniform. Shizuma had been by her herself as well, and they'd stopped, just staring at each other. Nagisa felt more nervous than paralyzed, but as the beautiful Etoile stepped towards her, hand outstretched to reach her arm, she'd frozen, not able to move away, and not wanting to.

They had stood there for a moment, Shizuma's arms around her waist, until she'd been pulled forward. A blush lighted Nagisa's cheeks, and a wave of passion washed over her, heat brimming in her palms. She looked up at her captor, eyes searching for an answer: Why me?

She answered with a kiss.

It was the most exciting and exhilarating kiss Nagisa had ever received. (Not that she had received many. Her last one had been at the age of ten when a sneaky little boy attacked her with puckered lips.) It was like someone had plugged her into a wall, and she shivered with desire. Shizuma pulled her closer, deepening the kiss to something the two girls would never forget.

It was an hour later that Shizuma finished straightening her blouse, brushing out her hair with her fingers. Nagisa was in her lap, her cheeks pink and her breath unsteady. She rested a hand on her chest, over her racing heart.

"It's alright," the Etoile murmured, spreading out her legs to situate Nagisa more comfortably. "No one will find us back here."

Nagisa curled up against her chest, listening to the two heartbeats moving together as one. "I don't… We're—"

"—In the very last row. If someone looked back here, it's to do the same thing." She smiled, lifting up Nagisa's chin with her finger. "You are too cute to ignore. I'm afraid someone else will take you."

"No…" Nagisa shook her head, fingering Shizuma's hair. "No one else could have me."

They embraced again, in the very last row of the library.

Notes:

I've got a horrible suspicion that they are not in character, and it bothers me. I shouldn't have had them say things. Dialogue does not always make for a better story.

Anyway, Hoppy-chan gets mad props, because otherwise this story would never have been written.