Desperately, Umi tried to either say something, look away, or hopefully both. Instead, she was just staring, heat gathering rapidly on her cheeks as she found her eyes just about glued to the sight before her. It was absolutely shameless for Honoka to be standing there in barely any clothes and looking so… so attractive, dammit. They'd been friends since childhood, and this was not right or fair for her to be maturing so well.
"Umi-chaaaan," Honoka teasingly drawled out, finally snapping Umi out of her veritable trance and forcing her eyes upwards.
"Y-Yeah?"
"My eyes are up here." Mortified, Umi hid her face in her hands and tried to ignore the laughter ringing in her ears.
"Wh-Why are you changing in here?! I told you to use the bathroom!"
"Aww, does Umi-chan not like the view?"
"It's… not that…" It was a lot more complicated than she wanted to admit. Her entire life had been based around living strictly and purely, so it was still tough for her to admit to herself that she had strong, shameful feelings for someone, and of course it had to be Honoka. Not only did she have to deal with these confusing and rather embarrassing feelings, but she had to deal with the fact that they were for one of her best friends. Honoka was a tease, but who knew if she held legitimate feelings like Umi did, and she was certainly not going to ask and find out.
Umi watched as Honoka sauntered over - yes, sauntered, in a way that Umi found very strange from the girl who once tried to hand out bread to kids on Halloween - and placed a hand playfully on her hip. "You know, Umi-chan, overworking yourself is bad for your health."
"U-Uh…" Well, it was true, but it was such a strange thing to hear helpful advice coming from Honoka of all people. Then again, overworking meant working at all, so… "Wh-What are you even saying, Honoka?"
"Well, it didn't seem like you were making any progress with what you were writing," Honoka noted, correctly as it turned out. "So I thought I'd give you some inspiration." Grinning cheekily, she went right back to what she had been doing before Umi caught her, unhooking her bra and teasingly holding it up for a brief moment before letting it fall to the floor, though Umi couldn't get her eyes to follow its downward spiral.
Her brain fought desperately to stop these sinful actions from continuing, but something inside her was not willing to concede just yet. With her heart starting to beat faster in her chest, Umi stood up slowly, almost in a daze, but at least the action made her gaze move slightly up and onto Honoka's pretty blue eyes. Yes, they were pretty: compared to Eli's often-icy stare, Honoka's blues were like a warm ocean that she had slowly but surely begun to fall headfirst into. It was so unfair.
Standing in front of Honoka now, Umi could tell by the big smile on her face that she knew of her victory over the bluenette's sensibilities. "Why do you do this to me?" Umi muttered weakly, placing her hands firmly on Honoka's shoulders and pulling her into a nervous but hungry kiss. This wasn't meant to happen, but her self control had abandoned her and left her to her own devices. The fleeting feeling that Honoka might actually push away disappeared the moment she felt those lips press back with brash eagerness.
When they broke from the kiss, any and all thoughts of her writer's block had been lost within her mind, replaced by the sight of a nearly-naked Honoka and the taste of her lips. Though she tried her best to keep her composure, Umi found her eyes drifting slightly downwards once again, and it didn't take long for Honoka to catch on.
"You know, Umi-chan, if you want, you can honk them."
"Oh Gods, Honoka, don't say it like that." Her face started burning up all over again as Honoka giggled openly, leaning forward to press her lips against Umi's jawline. Try as she might, Umi couldn't keep a low whimper from escaping her lips.
"Don't worry, Umi-chan. I promise to take good care of you."
"Why does that worry me more?" Smirking, Honoka gave Umi a push, catching her by surprise as she fell onto the bed. Before she could make a move, Honoka was on top of her, planting kisses all over her neck and jawline while her hands ran along her sides. Letting out the occasional whine or moan, Umi felt somewhat awkward just having her arms hanging uselessly at her sides, so she moved to grab the first thing she could reach, which just so happened to be Honoka's ass. Her shame knew no bounds.
"Umi-chan is so forward," Honoka giggled, pulling up on Umi's shirt. Muttering unintelligible, weak disagreements, Umi quickly pulled her hands back and lifted her arms, not putting up a fight as Honoka worked her shirt over her head and onto the floor. "Ahh, here we go!" Licking her lips, Honoka slid down and placed her hands on Umi's abs, not helping the bluenette's raging blush in any way.
Slowly Honoka ran her hands up and down Umi's washboard abs, worshiping the skin with peppered kisses. Umi felt t