They'd met by chance, Nami and Kurumi, two anchors of sanity around which twin maelstroms of chaos revolved like dark moons. Thier friendship grew into something greater until, finally, they shared a night of tender intimacy.
Nami sighed, and looked over at Kurumi, brushing the slightly sweat-damp hair from her lover's eye. "Good Morning, Kurumi-chan."
"Morning, Nami-chan," the other said, smiling. "Well, how was it."
"Eh... about average."
"Yeah, I've had better."
"Same time next week?"