My Hero Automata

Chapter 12: Testing Limits and Decompressing

For the most part, the workshop was just that, a well-equipped working space not owned by the Yaoyorozu Group where they could work on projects. It prevented a lot of the legal issues that would have inevitably cropped up if they had used Momo's family assets to make things. Better yet, it had allowed them a space of their own, free from the constant oversight of their parents. Which, of course, is also how the small apartment had come to exist. Technically, it didn't exist on any official documentation anywhere. Izumi and Momo had done all of the construction themselves, with Momo even creating most of the furniture so that no one could spot it being moved in. In part, this had been a way of gaining a space for 'private time' when they were first getting serious in their relationship. But it had grown over time until the small flat was effectively a safe house that didn't exist on any official paperwork anywhere. They spent nights here only infrequently, but both of them had near-silently agreed they needed the space tonight. Their parents had been suitably reassured already. They'd dealt with UA. Now they desperately needed to decompress and reassure each other that they were fine after the unexpected chaos and terror of the USJ incident.

Eventually, after several more minutes of simply existing in each other's embrace, Izumi sighed and wrinkled her nose. They hadn't exactly done a full workout while testing out their power limits, but they'd both worked up a mild sweat, and hadn't taken the time to do anything about that fact at the University. Instead, they'd gone straight into a meeting with the Dean after their testing. Pulling back from her glorious emotional recharge station, Izumi grabbed one of her girlfriend's hands and gently tugged her along. Their little flat wasn't that big, really just a slightly oversized studio apartment, so Momo caught onto where they were headed within just a few steps, chuckling as she did so. She followed, unresisting, as Izumi towed her into the extremely well-appointed bathroom. Baths and showers were, as far as both Momo and Izumi were concerned, one of God's greatest gifts to his creation. Or one of mankind's greatest triumphs, if you choose to look at it that way instead.

-Lemon Starts Here-

Disrobing was a slow, silent affair, but an intimate one. Izumi had started it, not by addressing her own clothes, but by letting Momo's hair down from its signature ponytail. From there, they took turns popping each other's buttons and peeling one another out of their street clothes. Momo's gaze was as riveted and appreciative as ever as Izumi shimmied out of her tight jeans, and Izumi was just as transfixed by the sight of Momo's breasts dropping from her bra today as she had been the first time she saw them. Neither of them intentionally made the experience erotic, but a charge was slowly building between them all the same as they discarded the last of their clothes and stepped into the shower together.

The shower's design probably bordered on some sort of hedonistic sin. A rainfall showerhead, eleven different water sprayers coming from all different directions, two shower wands, a steamer/mister, and a dozen even more exotic extras that would make a normal person's head spin. It was, of course, simply a replica of Momo's private shower at her family home. But that didn't stop it from being the sort of gloriously excessive luxury that, in this specific case, Izumi was five thousand percent okay with splurging on. A sentiment she felt fervently once again as Momo selected a favorite preset and embraced Izumi from behind as water began to cascade down on them. At first, it was just a luxuriously warm downpour from overhead, preparing them in a smooth gradient for something more energetic. That energy followed a minute or so in, with pulsing sprayers starting up all around them in a deep massage pattern they both loved.

They'd done this dance before, of course. And it was a preset made just for the two of them. As the low, soothing sounds of a classical orchestra began to play out from embedded surround sound speakers, the two of them moved through a near-choreographed pattern. Retrieving soaps, massaging muscles, pushing each other into one sprayer or another, and working shampoo through hair. As the music and most of the sprayers came to a slow conclusion, leaving just the steamer and the overhead waterfall running, their personal pattern shifted to something more...erotic.

This time, it was Momo that moved first, intent on pampering her emotionally exhausted girlfriend. Caressing fingers traced the lightly defined muscles of Izumi's abs, Momo's breasts pressing into Izumi's back as the taller girl leaned down to gently nibble and suck at an earlobe. A throaty, needy whimper echoed into the quiet as Momo kissed and nibbled her way down Izumi's neck, one caressing hand wandering upward and the other drifted down. The downward drifting hand found its target first, gently tracing lower lips that we rapidly moistening with something more than water. The touch was teasing, light, pulling away from Izumi's instinctive press against it, even as the greenette's back arched and her lips met Momo's own. The gentle kiss became something more as Momo's other hand found a sensitive nipple, lightly pinching and pulling. The action grew a moan from her lover, Momo taking advantage of momentarily parted lips to seek entrance with her tongue. That entrance was granted without protest, an action rewarded a moment later as questing fingers pressed inward, penetrating Izumi's jade gates.

A second moan was followed by long moments of frustrating stillness from Momo's hands, even as their tongues continued their dueled. A moment at the precipice of forever that seemed to stretch an eternity...and then fingers began to move. A nipple was rolled between two fingers, even as two more began to pump a slow but steadily building rhythm. Izumi was lost to the sensations, breaking away from the kiss and pressing herself into Momo's shoulder as she whimpered, moaned, and groaned with increasing feeling and fervor. The patient build began to escalate into something more heated as Izumi's own hands came up to replace her lover's at her breasts, Momo's hand falling in turn to join the efforts of its twin. That second hand teasingly traced a magic button, circling oh-so-gently once, twice...and then flicking firmly but not harshly. The abrupt dichotomy of gentle pleasure and brute sensation locked every muscle in Izumi's body taught for just a moment...then she shuddered through a potent climax, waves of her release sweeping from her toenails to her hair tips.

For long, long moments, Izumi simply basked in the afterglow. She had needed this, this intimate moment. This reaffirmation between them. But...it wasn't over yet. And it was never Izumi, with her supernatural stamina, that gave in first. With a wicked smirk that would have made their classmate's eyes widen and collars feel uncomfortably tight, Izumi allowed her knees to collapse under her, turning in place as she did. A moment later, she had her lover pinned to the wall, her target firmly in sight...

-Lemon Ends Here-

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A/N: Random Trivia to make sense of one line in this chapter. One of the ways you can spell the name 'Momo' in Kanji is also the word for 'Peach.' At least, so I've been told. Though I don't believe Momo's name uses those characters. So Izumi's comment of 'Momo's Momos'...well, you get the picture ;-).