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❁ She had asked for this, even ordered in a slightly harsh tone for the princess to do it. She had seen this same body, different clothing on so many times, and she had watched as Cecile put it on or took it off. But still, the composer wasn’t accustomed to the rumble of her heartbeat, as if hit by thunder, that shook and made her entire self quake like the earth was falling, and she crashing along with it. She could never see it coming, there were no signs. She could never stop it, but just accept it, and realize once again that even when smaller and not as strong as her, Cecile could do anything and still it would create an uproar in her. 

Satsumi sighed, kissing the other girl without worrying about breathing or not; that wasn’t quite as important. It wasn’t as needed as Cecile’s wet skin against her, the contrast of the submission of her entire body and her tongue so awake in the blonde’s mouth. She pulled her even closer, Cecile’s naked stomach and hips hard against her, absolutely no space between them, just how she liked it to be. 

Arms wrapped around the blonde’s neck, bringing her closer but, also holding her steady. Satsumi’s water logged clothing further chilling Cecile’s tanned skin, despite how arm she felt. Shivering, she rolled her tongue inside her mouth, brushing with Satsumi’s. “Nngh…”

Flustered, the princess gripped on the neckline of Satsumi’s shirt, the fabric very thin between her fingers. Her closed eyes gradually peaking open, lashes fluttering over red tinted cheeks.

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Satsumi’s tongue sent chills up her already cold, yet warm body. The life jacket slipping off her arms an dropping around her. The air brushed against her wet clothes and skin, the fabric of her sleeveless button-up shirt clinging tightly to her figure; both accenting her shape and just how cold her body felt on the outside.

Cecile groaned, tilting her head back to allow the blonde further access to her neck, hands coming up and bringing her lover in closer. She wanted this heat, this absolutely wonderful warm body. Tilting her face, the brunette softly kissed Satsumi’s golden hair, the water from it’s long strands dripping down her collar.

❁ The tall blonde’s mouth roamed, lips opening and closing, sucking the earthy, salty taste from the dark skin. She moaned, enjoying how cold from the sea water but still warm Cecile felt. The trembling of her body, how she seemed to tense when Satsumi’s pale hands moved. Her hands gripped and let go of her lover’s full breasts, pulling roughly on the flimsy fabric that covered her body, hating it being there. Satsumi didn’t have enough time for buttons, but she still undid them, her own hands burning with the desire that could not wait, and at the same time slightly tearing the shirt. “Get it off” She commanded, pulling on the clothing, already tired of fighting with it. “I want to see it all …again” Satsumi added only in a whisper, her eyes set on Cecile’s aquamarine pupils, burning with want. 

Cecile’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she gazed back into her lover’s eyes. Her thin, tanned fingers coming up to stop Satsumi from tearing her shirt any more; she kind of needed that to wear back. Pulling back Satsumi’s hand, the princess replaced them with her own, undoing the rest of her shirt’s buttons and letting the dark blue, wet fabric slip from her shoulders. Her breasts accented by Syoko’s small bikini top, confining them in a small tight space, looking like they could burst at the seams at any given moment. Now, when drenched in water, looked even tighter.

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❁ Impatience was running fast through her veins. Her hands moving to the same pace they had always, trying to quickly take what they can and run with it. And it was just that Satsumi was too eager when it came to Cecile. The yearning she had to carry with her around, the times someone or something had stopped her from having her princess completely at her disposition. But here, she realized, nothing could interrupt them. After all, even the ocean floor under them was a few miles away. 

Satsumi broke the kiss, grabbing Cecile by the fasteners in her lifejacket and bringing her closer to her with it. Their noses touched, Satsumi’s lustful green eyes fixed on Cecile’s, not leaving while her hands worked on unbuckling her lifejacket. Unhurriedly, at a slower speed than she was accustomed and that made her body burn with want even more. A click sounded, telling her the first of two clasps had opened. The blonde smirked, again diving into the other’s mouth and slowly moving her tongue around the cavity, her hand entering the newly opened chest and wriggling with the last buckle. 

The brunette was far from sane anymore, her mind completely turned to jelly. Transfixed on Leafy green eyes that burned into her soul; her green-blue’s glistened like the water around them. Cold yet warm, Cecile shivered, letting her lover in without complaint.

“Satsumi…” He moaned, letting her tongue slide against the other’s, creating friction in their mouths. Her arms dropping to her sides, the life jacket slipping slightly off her shoulders.

❁ Satsumi’s entire body shook yet again, not being able to hold back a low whimper, and then another when she separated their mouths. ‘Mmm’ the blonde moaned, licking her lips and then tracing her tongue along the curve of Cecile’s neck, indulging in the exposed skin. Her hands again searched for the next buckle, her eyes going up to watch her lover’s face as she played with the clasp, the wet skin inside, the small space between the flautist’s breasts and the black clip restraining her chest. There was really no need to, and her internal clock ticked like crazy, screaming for her to finally let Cecile’s body out of her little orange, plastic jail. But Satsumi’s fingers, even when desiring to touch more, obeyed the blonde’s commands. She only wanted to stare now at the beauty before her, enjoy the view of her princess surrendering before her in that all-white ship. Even if she was jealous of the sea for matching so well with her umber skin, their contrast like an over-exposed photograph, the colors bursting. Even if Cecile waited, her green eyes could only move from the thin hips under her to her lips she desired so much, her turquoise pupils. How could she be so lucky? Satsumi asked herself again, her thoughts overlapping each other as she couldn’t hold her own movements again. The last of the needed buckled opened, a soft ‘click’ indicating the smaller girl was free from the lifejacket, but not exactly so from the blonde. 

Satsumi’s tongue sent chills up her already cold, yet warm body. The life jacket slipping off her arms an dropping around her. The air brushed against her wet clothes and skin, the fabric of her sleeveless button-up shirt clinging tightly to her figure; both accenting her shape and just how cold her body felt on the outside.

Cecile groaned, tilting her head back to allow the blonde further access to her neck, hands coming up and bringing her lover in closer. She wanted this heat, this absolutely wonderful warm body. Tilting her face, the brunette softly kissed Satsumi’s golden hair, the water from it’s long strands dripping down her collar.

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The confinement of Syoko’s bikini top as a makeshift bra was suddenly unbearable. Her breasts had been pushed out to their limit and strained against the wet fabric under her wet button up shirt. Now with the added motions of Satsumi’s hands, gently squeezing her— it seemed a lot tighter. Even worse, the cold water combined with the air and shivers, courtiesy of Satsumi had allowed her nipples to harden against the flimsy wet cloth that clung to her skin; poking into the palm of the other’s hand.

The main issue though, aside from the tightness, was how akwardly angled the blonde’s arm was. She had to work around the life jacket Cecile wore, and the brunette contemplated having Satsumi remove it.

Groaning deeply, Cecile brought her hands up to the blonde’s arms. Placing her fingers firmly wrapped over the other’s forearm.

❁ Impatience was running fast through her veins. Her hands moving to the same pace they had always, trying to quickly take what they can and run with it. And it was just that Satsumi was too eager when it came to Cecile. The yearning she had to carry with her around, the times someone or something had stopped her from having her princess completely at her disposition. But here, she realized, nothing could interrupt them. After all, even the ocean floor under them was a few miles away. 

Satsumi broke the kiss, grabbing Cecile by the fasteners in her lifejacket and bringing her closer to her with it. Their noses touched, Satsumi’s lustful green eyes fixed on Cecile’s, not leaving while her hands worked on unbuckling her lifejacket. Unhurriedly, at a slower speed than she was accustomed and that made her body burn with want even more. A click sounded, telling her the first of two clasps had opened. The blonde smirked, again diving into the other’s mouth and slowly moving her tongue around the cavity, her hand entering the newly opened chest and wriggling with the last buckle. 

The brunette was far from sane anymore, her mind completely turned to jelly. Transfixed on Leafy green eyes that burned into her soul; her green-blue’s glistened like the water around them. Cold yet warm, Cecile shivered, letting her lover in without complaint.

“Satsumi…” He moaned, letting her tongue slide against the other’s, creating friction in their mouths. Her arms dropping to her sides, the life jacket slipping slightly off her shoulders.

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❁ Leave it all to Cecile for being always forgiving, always patient while she was reckless, brusque. But the kiss surprised the composer, her eyes widening at such fast pardon she had received. Still, even when the princess had mercy of her, merciless she felt when realizing she had been needing Cecile’s lips on her own all this time. Her hands came to caress the brunette’s cheek, pushing aside dark strands of hair matted by the water and wind as she kissed back, this time longer. Her head cocked slightly, she held Cecile prisoner to a kiss that lasted all the air on her lungs. But even when her face got red from being breathless, Satsumi tried to hide a smile that forced her lips to widen, and attacked the flautist’s mouth again greedily, sucking the salt out of her parched lips.

She should have expected such a reaction out of Satsumi by now, but somehow the blonde’s actions always took Cecile by suprize. Her cheeks pinkened with the blood that rushed to her face, gradually turning red the longer their kiss lasted. “S-Satsumi…”

Bottom lip quivering, the brunette found her body already regaining its initial heat. Gladly letting her lover take the salt from her skin.

❁ It all overtook her. All the smell of sea, salt, the harsh wind that blew, surprising them and tried to blow their heavy, wet hair to different directions. Her hand creeped slowly from Cecile’s wet stomach to her breasts, strained by the smaller cups holding them so close to one another. Satsumi faintly moaned into the princess’ mouth, her fingers circling around the flimsy fabric that now hid almost nothing from view and squeezing the soft mounds. She sucked on the other’s tongue, getting impatient once more, her other hand holding her lover’s thin waist. Each second that passed touching Cecile was making her heart rate climb, he drumming in her own chest a scrambled mess that went up and down, stopped and jumped from just realizing that once again, she had the smaller girl at her mercy. 

The confinement of Syoko’s bikini top as a makeshift bra was suddenly unbearable. Her breasts had been pushed out to their limit and strained against the wet fabric under her wet button up shirt. Now with the added motions of Satsumi’s hands, gently squeezing her— it seemed a lot tighter. Even worse, the cold water combined with the air and shivers, courtiesy of Satsumi had allowed her nipples to harden against the flimsy wet cloth that clung to her skin; poking into the palm of the other’s hand.

The main issue though, aside from the tightness, was how akwardly angled the blonde’s arm was. She had to work around the life jacket Cecile wore, and the brunette contemplated having Satsumi remove it.

Groaning deeply, Cecile brought her hands up to the blonde’s arms. Placing her fingers firmly wrapped over the other’s forearm.

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“I know…” Satsumi’s words were repeated back to her,a light kiss was placed on pale pink lips. Cecile having tilted her head inward and closing what little distance was between their faces. “…I forgive you.”

Green-blue hues gazed up at the blonde, dark brown hair dripping water droplets onto Cecile’s clothes and face. Her panic was finally residing into nothing more than a upped heartbeat. 

❁ Leave it all to Cecile for being always forgiving, always patient while she was reckless, brusque. But the kiss surprised the composer, her eyes widening at such fast pardon she had received. Still, even when the princess had mercy of her, merciless she felt when realizing she had been needing Cecile’s lips on her own all this time. Her hands came to caress the brunette’s cheek, pushing aside dark strands of hair matted by the water and wind as she kissed back, this time longer. Her head cocked slightly, she held Cecile prisoner to a kiss that lasted all the air on her lungs. But even when her face got red from being breathless, Satsumi tried to hide a smile that forced her lips to widen, and attacked the flautist’s mouth again greedily, sucking the salt out of her parched lips.

She should have expected such a reaction out of Satsumi by now, but somehow the blonde’s actions always took Cecile by suprize. Her cheeks pinkened with the blood that rushed to her face, gradually turning red the longer their kiss lasted. “S-Satsumi…”

Bottom lip quivering, the brunette found her body already regaining its initial heat. Gladly letting her lover take the salt from her skin.

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“Satsumi is stupid.” Cecile sniffed, rubbing her face against Satsumi’s collar. Though she wasn’t screaming anymore, her voice was still choking on higher notes; but didn’t seem to be overly mad. “Satsumi’s stupid for being so reckless.”

Leaning back, the brunette brought her curled hand to her eyes and wiped away the tears and ocean water. She sniffled, heart racing a mile a minute between pants. “I was scared…”

❁ Repentant look in her green eyes, she mimicked Cecile’s movement and wiped her eyes of tears that have mixed with the drops of water racing down her face from her bangs. “I know.” Satsumi replied, understanding the brunette had been scared of the sharks since they appeared, and she had only made it worse. It didn’t bother her listening say those words, because it was obvious this was her small punishment for the great reward of having her safe next to her. Shaken, but still completely unharmed.

Satsumi looked into Cecile’s eyes, repeating what she had said before. “I know.” She breathed out, putting her forehead against Cecile’s, closing her eyes. “I’m- I didn’t want it to happen.”

“I know…” Satsumi’s words were repeated back to her,a light kiss was placed on pale pink lips. Cecile having tilted her head inward and closing what little distance was between their faces. “…I forgive you.”

Green-blue hues gazed up at the blonde, dark brown hair dripping water droplets onto Cecile’s clothes and face. Her panic was finally residing into nothing more than a upped heartbeat. 

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“STUPID SATSUMI! STUPID!” Cecile cried, her tears mixing in with salted water that drenched her skin. Hair clung to her face, and she brushed it aside as she rubbed her eyes. Both leg’s shook heavily as she worked her way to her knees. The rest of her body quivering from both one of the biggest scares of her life, and how cold she felt. “WHY DID— STUPID STUPID STUPID SATSUMI!”

❁ Guilt made it’s way into her body, making the taller feel like she was made of rocks. The water dripping from her blonde hair and shirt didn’t help the sinking feeling, like she was falling into an abyss even with the sun right on her. Her lip trembled, expression downcast like her eyes, staring at the white of the floor. 

“I-“ She tried to scream, overcome Cecile’s words, but couldn’t speak, say she knew she was the one responsible for the entire thing. Because nothing would have happened if she had not started her sick little game, or tried to scare the fish with something so ridiculous as her shoe. But now because she had chosen to act as a child, her lover was paying the consequences. “Cecile, I-“ Satsumi whispered before throwing herself on top of the other, arms around her as tight as she could hold, fingers gripping as strongly as she could. 

Her eyes widened at the sudden weight addition, a pair of cool arms wrapped around her cold shivering body. Though they were both wet, Cecile could already feel the warmth returning to her bit by bit. “…Satsumi…”

She whimpered, closing her eyes and quickly turning to bury herself into the blonde’s embrace. Face pressed firmly into the other’s collar, and her body pressed against the other’s. Hands grasped the blonde’s wet shirt, as her thin arms hugged Satsumi closer.

❁ “If something would have really happened-” Satsumi spoke between breaths, her eyes burning from the salt, the sun, the wind and a few tears wanting to come out. She fought with them, along with the knot in her chest not letting her breathe or talk, explain what she wanted to say, how deeply sorry she felt for putting Cecile in danger. “You can-“ The blonde stopped again, tightening her hold on the princess. “You can call me stupid all you want!” She finally yelled, insisting again and again. “It was my- …I’m-“ Satsumi sighed, tears finally leaving her eyes. Had she broken Cecile? With her screaming like the blonde had never seen or heard before, scared out of her skin, it all being her fault! If she had broken Cecile, then she felt broken too, her lungs giving out and turning to salt along with everything on the sea, her heart hurting like if it was being suffocated. All this, and she couldn’t bring her mouth to say what she most wanted to. She could only express herself in strength and physical power always, she could only tell her princess how much she was sorry by embracing her as strongly as she could. 

“Satsumi is stupid.” Cecile sniffed, rubbing her face against Satsumi’s collar. Though she wasn’t screaming anymore, her voice was still choking on higher notes; but didn’t seem to be overly mad. “Satsumi’s stupid for being so reckless.”

Leaning back, the brunette brought her curled hand to her eyes and wiped away the tears and ocean water. She sniffled, heart racing a mile a minute between pants. “I was scared…”

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“STUPID SATSUMI! STUPID!” Cecile cried, her tears mixing in with salted water that drenched her skin. Hair clung to her face, and she brushed it aside as she rubbed her eyes. Both leg’s shook heavily as she worked her way to her knees. The rest of her body quivering from both one of the biggest scares of her life, and how cold she felt. “WHY DID— STUPID STUPID STUPID SATSUMI!”

❁ Guilt made it’s way into her body, making the taller feel like she was made of rocks. The water dripping from her blonde hair and shirt didn’t help the sinking feeling, like she was falling into an abyss even with the sun right on her. Her lip trembled, expression downcast like her eyes, staring at the white of the floor. 

“I-“ She tried to scream, overcome Cecile’s words, but couldn’t speak, say she knew she was the one responsible for the entire thing. Because nothing would have happened if she had not started her sick little game, or tried to scare the fish with something so ridiculous as her shoe. But now because she had chosen to act as a child, her lover was paying the consequences. “Cecile, I-“ Satsumi whispered before throwing herself on top of the other, arms around her as tight as she could hold, fingers gripping as strongly as she could. 

Her eyes widened at the sudden weight addition, a pair of cool arms wrapped around her cold shivering body. Though they were both wet, Cecile could already feel the warmth returning to her bit by bit. “…Satsumi…”

She whimpered, closing her eyes and quickly turning to bury herself into the blonde’s embrace. Face pressed firmly into the other’s collar, and her body pressed against the other’s. Hands grasped the blonde’s wet shirt, as her thin arms hugged Satsumi closer.