Sharo Kirima | Is The Order A Rabbit

The gentle hum of the cafe, "Rabbit House," usually a source of comfort for Sharo Kirima, tonight felt charged with an unspoken electricity. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of pastries, a familiar perfume that usually soothed her anxieties. But tonight, her heart beat a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a nervous flutter that had nothing to do with the looming exams or the late hour. She was alone with Chino Kafuu, her beloved master, the tiny girl who held an immeasurable sway over Sharo's entire being. The soft glow of the evening lamps cast long, dancing shadows across the polished wooden floors, and Sharo found herself stealing glances at Chino, who was meticulously wiping down the counter, her small hands moving with an efficiency that always captivated Sharo.

Sharo’s blonde hair, usually tied neatly in a ponytail, felt a little looser tonight, a few stray strands tickling her cheeks as she nervously smoothed down her pristine white apron. Her green eyes, often filled with a quiet worry, were currently wide with a longing that she struggled to conceal. She’d always admired Chino from afar, from the moment she’d first encountered the enigmatic young girl and her imposing, yet surprisingly gentle, Grandfather. The order placed upon them, to serve and to delight, had somehow woven itself into the very fabric of Sharo's life, binding her to the adorable cafe and its impossibly charming owner. But lately, that order had taken on a new, more personal meaning. A desire that simmered beneath the surface, a desperate craving for something more than just camaraderie.

Tonight was different. The cafe had closed its doors hours ago, and only the two of them remained, the usual boisterous energy of the other girls absent. Rize was out on a photography expedition, Chiya was engrossed in another of her fantastical tales with her father, and Cocoa, bless her heart, was likely practicing her grand entrances in front of a mirror. This rare solitude was a double-edged sword for Sharo. It offered the possibility of intimacy, yet it amplified her shyness, making her feel exposed and vulnerable. She imagined the words she wanted to say, the feelings she yearned to express, but they remained trapped behind a wall of hesitation, a fortress built of years of reserved politeness.

Chino, sensing the unusual quietude, finally turned from her task, her bright, curious eyes meeting Sharo’s. "Sharo-chan, are you alright? You seem a little… fidgety tonight." Her voice, a delicate chime, always managed to disarm Sharo, melting away some of the built-up tension. Sharo’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. "Oh, um, I'm fine, Chino-chan. Just… thinking about the upcoming exams, that's all." The lie felt flimsy, transparent even, and she knew Chino, with her uncanny perceptiveness, could likely see right through it.

Chino tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Exams can be stressful, but you always do your best, Sharo-chan. You shouldn't worry too much." She walked around the counter, her tiny white boots making soft thuds on the wooden floor. She approached Sharo, her gaze steady and unwavering. Sharo's heart hammered harder. She felt as if she were standing on the precipice of a great discovery, or perhaps, a great fall. Chino stopped just a breath away, her small hand reaching out, not to the counter, but to Sharo's cheek. The unexpected touch sent a tremor through Sharo's entire body.

Chino's fingers were cool against Sharo's heated skin. "You know," Chino began, her voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone, "sometimes, it's okay to want more than just what's expected. It's okay to have your own desires." Her green eyes, mirroring Sharo's own, held a depth that Sharo had never noticed before, a quiet understanding that resonated deep within her soul. Sharo's breath hitched. This was it. The moment she’d both craved and dreaded. The unspoken yearning that had bloomed in her heart, a secret nurtured in the quiet corners of her mind, was finally being acknowledged, not just by herself, but by the very object of her affections.

"Chino-chan…" Sharo whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She felt a prickle of tears in her eyes, tears of relief and overwhelming affection. Chino's thumb gently stroked her cheekbone, a gesture of such tenderness that it brought Sharo to her knees, not out of weakness, but out of an overwhelming surge of emotion. She knelt before Chino, their heights now more aligned, their gazes locked. The faint scent of coffee that clung to Chino was intoxicating, a perfume that spoke of comfort, home, and an unyielding desire that had finally found its voice.

"I… I want more, Chino-chan," Sharo confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush, "I want… you. Not just as a master, or a friend, but… more." Her voice cracked on the last word, her blonde hair falling forward to partially shield her blushing face. Chino's smile widened, a slow, radiant bloom that illuminated Sharo's world. She lowered herself, kneeling as well, her tiny hands coming to cup Sharo's face, her thumbs tracing the curve of Sharo's jaw. "I know, Sharo-chan," she murmured, her voice laced with a gentle knowing. "And I want you too."

The air crackled with unspoken promises. Sharo leaned forward, her blonde hair shimmering in the lamplight, and gently pressed her lips against Chino’s. It was a tentative, soft kiss, a question and an answer all at once. Chino responded with a surprising warmth, her small mouth molding against Sharo’s, a tender exploration that ignited a fire within Sharo. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more demanding. Sharo’s hands found their way to Chino’s waist, pulling her closer, feeling the delicate curve of her body against her own. The soft fabric of Chino's uniform was a barrier that Sharo longed to dispense with. Every touch, every sigh, every tremor that passed between them was a testament to the burgeoning intimacy, the sweet surrender to a desire that had been patiently waiting for this very moment.

Sharo gently pulled back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked into Chino’s eager eyes, seeing her own longing reflected there. "Chino-chan," she whispered, her voice a husky plea, "I… I want to make love to you." The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. Chino nodded, her small face alight with a mixture of shyness and a bold, undeniable want. "Yes, Sharo-chan. Please."

With trembling hands, Sharo began to unbutton Chino’s uniform, her fingers brushing against the soft skin beneath. Each button was a small victory, a step further into the forbidden territory of their shared desire. Chino’s breath hitched as the fabric parted, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone, the soft swell of her chest. Sharo’s green eyes devoured the sight, a silent testament to her adoration. She continued to undress Chino slowly, reverently, until the little girl stood before her in nothing but her lace-trimmed underwear, her small, perfect body radiating a warmth that drew Sharo in like a moth to a flame. Sharo, in turn, shed her own apron and uniform, her blonde hair cascading around her as she revealed her own eager form. The contrast between their bodies, the delicate maturity of Sharo against the burgeoning youth of Chino, was a sight that filled Sharo with a profound sense of wonder and desire.

They moved to the plush sofa by the window, the dim light casting a warm glow upon their intertwined bodies. Sharo’s hands traced the contours of Chino's back, her fingers lingering on the delicate curve of her spine. Chino shivered under Sharo's touch, her small hands reaching out to caress Sharo's arm, her touch surprisingly confident now. Sharo’s lips found Chino’s neck, trailing soft kisses along her jawline, down to the sensitive skin of her throat. Chino moaned softly, her head falling back, exposing more of her throat to Sharo’s tender ministrations. The air was thick with their shared breaths, their hushed murmurs of pleasure.

Sharo’s exploration grew bolder, her kisses moving lower, down to Chino’s chest. She nuzzled into the soft swell of her breasts, her tongue tracing their curves, her mouth savoring the sweet taste of her skin. Chino arched her back, her small hands tangling in Sharo’s blonde hair, her body trembling with burgeoning pleasure. "Sharo-chan… please…" she whispered, her voice a broken plea. Sharo’s gaze lifted, meeting Chino’s wide, lust-filled eyes. "I will, Chino-chan," Sharo promised, her voice husky, "I will give you everything."

Sharo guided Chino’s legs apart, her green eyes filled with adoration as she beheld the sweet, innocent beauty of Chino's pussy. It was small and delicate, a perfect bud waiting to bloom. Sharo's fingers, trembling with eagerness, gently parted Chino's soft labia. She inhaled deeply, the scent of arousal filling her senses. She slowly, deliberately, began to lick. Chino gasped, a sound of pure pleasure, her hips arching off the sofa. Sharo's tongue danced across Chino's clit, teasing and swirling, bringing her to the brink. Chino’s cries of pleasure grew louder, her body writhing beneath Sharo’s ministrations. Sharo continued her patient, loving assault, coaxing Chino towards a crescendo, wanting to savor every single sensation.

When Chino finally climaxed, her small body shaking with rapture, Sharo held her close, stroking her hair, whispering words of love and adoration. After a moment, Chino’s breathing began to even out, and she looked up at Sharo, her eyes still hazy with pleasure. "Sharo-chan… thank you…" she whispered, her voice still a little shaky. Sharo smiled, a soft, loving smile. "There's more, Chino-chan," she murmured, her fingers gently tracing the line of Chino's inner thigh. Chino’s eyes widened slightly, a curious blend of apprehension and excitement.

Sharo shifted, positioning herself so that she was poised between Chino's legs. She lowered her head, her lips finding the tender skin of Chino's inner thigh, her tongue tracing a slow, erotic path upwards. Chino’s breath hitched, her hands gripping Sharo’s blonde hair, a silent plea for more. Sharo continued her ascent, her kisses growing bolder, more insistent. She reached the delicate folds of Chino's pussy, her tongue teasing the entrance, her breath a warm caress. Chino moaned, her body arching in anticipation. Sharo slowly parted Chino's lips with her fingers, her green eyes locking with Chino's, a silent promise of pleasure. Then, with a gentle, deliberate motion, Sharo pushed her tongue into Chino's wet core. Chino cried out, a sound of exquisite pleasure, her body convulsing with the intensity of the sensation. Sharo reveled in it, her tongue swirling, teasing, and lapping, drawing out every last drop of Chino's pleasure.

As Chino’s ecstatic moans subsided, Sharo looked up at her, her own desire burning bright. "Now, Chino-chan," Sharo whispered, her voice rough with passion, "it's my turn." Chino, her eyes still sparkling with the afterglow of pleasure, nodded. She reached out, her small hands surprisingly strong, and gently guided Sharo to position herself over her. Sharo slowly lowered herself onto Chino, feeling the wetness of their shared arousal slick against her entrance. Chino gasped as Sharo’s firm flesh slowly filled her, their bodies melding together in a way that felt both new and eternally familiar. Sharo’s blonde hair fanned out around them, a golden halo in the dim light.

They moved together, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built with each thrust. Sharo’s kisses were fierce, her body pressing against Chino’s, their shared breath mingling. Chino’s small hands gripped Sharo’s hips, guiding her, urging her on. Sharo whispered words of love and adoration into Chino's ear, her voice thick with passion. She saw the pleasure bloom on Chino's face with every deep stroke, and it fueled her own rising arousal. The intensity of their connection was overwhelming, a profound intimacy that transcended mere physical sensation.

As Sharo felt the familiar tightening in her own body, the build-up to her own release, she whispered Chino's name. With a final, powerful thrust, she climaxed, her body arching against Chino's, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Chino cried out, her own body tightening around Sharo, and then, with a soft sigh, she too experienced her own climax, a wave of pleasure that washed over them both. They lay entwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Sharo gently withdrew, and they collapsed against each other, their hearts pounding in unison.

Sharo kissed Chino’s forehead, her heart overflowing with a tenderness that had no words. "I love you, Chino-chan," she whispered, her voice still husky. Chino snuggled closer, her small hand resting on Sharo's chest. "I love you too, Sharo-chan," she murmured, her voice soft and content. The silence between them was no longer charged with unspoken tension, but with a deep, satisfying peace. Sharo gently stroked Chino’s blonde hair, her green eyes filled with an all-encompassing love. The night, once filled with nervous anticipation, had become a testament to their shared desires, a night of passion and profound connection, a new order established between two hearts that had finally found their true north, much like the vast, unyielding Kilimanjaro, a silent testament to enduring passion and the beauty of shared intimacy. As they lay there, their bodies still humming with the echoes of their shared ecstasy, Sharo knew that this was just the beginning of their beautiful, intertwined journey, a testament to the fact that even the most reserved hearts could bloom with a breathtaking, undeniable love, an order that was now eternally theirs.