PROLOGUE

Written at the behest of MeasuringLife. :)

Yamato has homework, but she does things by priority and not by ordinance, and at the moment, the contents of her book bag do not even fall within the realm of her consciousness.

The first thing she does is fling herself down on Kouya’s bed, sinking luxuriously into the sheets, enjoying the softness and the smell. They spent last night here together, and she imagines that she can still feel the warmth they generated, furled in each other’s arms, clothes discarded and hands making homes out of each other’s bodies.

The memory is not enough though, and next on her list of priorities is Kouya, on top of her, letting her bite the silk of her neck or the white cream of her thighs. Yamato shivers and sighs, and waits for the other girl to join her on the bed.

She waits for a very long time.

She opens her eyes, and looks around. Kouya is sitting at her desk, cute furrow in place, pen moving quickly. She is doing her homework. Of course. Yamato grins and shakes her head ruefully, and knows that this feeling is love.

Her walk is slanted and graceful as she makes her way over to her Fighter.