Disclaimer: Don't own strike witches and I seriously wonder if this disclaimer business actually matters in the slightest.

In light of recent developments on (there has been a lesser purge though it only involved summary violations) and a note by a constructive reviewer I have changed the rating to M. This does not mean future chapters will contain explicit lemon, gore or vulgarity. The change was made because this fic refers to sex, implies sex, blatantly states that sex was had at one point and tells you that it will happen in the future (some will argue that this should be rated T, and maybe it should be rated T, but does anyone here actually give a toss?).

Someone unnamed reviewed, and figured it was dead, the gall, just because its updates slower than a lemur riding a humpback whale does not mean its dead. I'll be the judge of that.

Sanya's Predicament

Seeing you Smile

Eila idly made another whirl in the sky. Long distance flying was boring enough on its own, but to only have a grumpy Barkhorn as companion did not help matters. They didn't get along that well in the first place and she had a feeling the preceding night had aggravated the situation ever so slightly. Still, her reaction was a bit over the top, It wasn't her fault Sanya's powers went into overdrive... Ok she was heavily involved in the process that caused it, but she didn't know!

Eila blamed the Suomos sexual education program. A wizened granny armed with too many photo slides. At least the woman had included ample witch friendly material. Witch friendly being a slang for witches getting down and dirty with pretty girls. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Suomus grannies are a progressive lot. Unaffected by shame and more experienced than anyone really wanted to talk about.

The whole affair was highly educational, though she could have done without the detailed description of cunningulus by a seventy year old.

Eila shuddered, recalling the conversation." All that, and not a single mention of powers going haywire."

Still, it didn't help her with being bored out of her mind. "I should have brought something entertaining for the trip, Oh wait, I did, She's called Sanya, a rather angelic looking girl, with a voice that soothes all my worries, a smile that stops my heart, a loving gaze that keeps me trapped forever" Eila smiled to herself. "And of course, very nice behind."

"Eila, get your mind out of the gutter" An aggravated Barkhorn interrupted her musings.

"It wasn't in the gutter!" Eila protested.

Barkhorn raised a eyebrow "You mean your mind wasn't thinking about skinny dipping with Sanya, her skin glistening in the moonlight, her voice whispering gently in your ear how much she loves you?"

"...Now it is" Eila blushed, her eyes glazing over, her mind now occupied with more... 'Important' matters.

"Shameful" Barkhorn huffed. "You will never see me act as such a hormonally charged teenager!"

At that Eila looked at her with an eerie smile. "Really? You never think about anything perverted?"

"Of course not, I'm a Karsland soldier and I have dignity, self-respect and-"

"Erica moans your name when she touches herself in the shower, interrupted a far too cheery Eila. "On that note, don't shower just before lunch hours... Or maybe you should."

Gertrud Barkhorn, lieutenant of the 501st, most competitive member or the strike witches, was attempting to break the record for showing the most emotions at once. Mouth opening and closing like a stupefied fish, cheeks blossoming bright red, eyes trying to stare furiously, her tail wagging happily, before finally curling herself inwards like a little girl.

Eila observed the spectacle with a bemused smile, she had intended to just embarrass the Karlsland witch, but this... This was so much better. Trude had interrupted so many heated make-out sessions between Sanya and herself she started thinking of the uptight witch as her personal clam jam. A term Shirley assured her was relevant to her situation. But now! A masterplan was being formed as she watched the spectacle unfold. "If I get Trude to hook up with Erika she will be out of our hair forever! Stuck between Erica's mess and her own sexdrive. Too busy to complain and maybe... just maybe, Erica will be able to get her to loosen up a little." Eila smiled to herself. It was flawless. Plus it wasn't as though she had lied, Erica did have the unfortunate habit of relieving her tensions prior to lunch hour when the showers were normally empty. Unless, of course, you had slept in due to night shift. Eila had kindly waited in the changing rooms on multiple occasions, overhearing the not so quiet witch dreamily sighing the name of the girl currently freaking out in front of her.

Erica really needed to be informed that everyone else used the basement bathroom for that. "I'll ask Minna to tell her, Erica listens to her and Minna is mature enough so it won't be awkward for anyone."

Eila's musings regarding the master plan were cut short by a whisper nearly impossible to hear, which considering they were still flying, was actually quite loud. "Really?"

Eila smiled, this might be easier than she could dare hope. "Yup, you interested?"

"Idiot! As if a soldier has time for those things," stammered a blushing Barkhorn. "There is a war raging, we could die any day and-"

"You won't," Interrupted Elia casually, "you won't die."

Barkhorn stared at her in silence for a few moments. "And what do you know?"

"I flipped a coin" she said. "Or it was the daily visions."

"You saw it? In the future?"

"Not really, I only see visions of Sanya these days. But you know, I never see her sad. Only smiling. Sanya wouldn't smile if her friends died. So don't worry Live, play, fight and smile, smile because being in love is great."

"Eila?"

"Yea?"

"Sanya made you a corny sap."

There wasn't a lot to be said about the Ferrera household, it was a house on a hill, in the middle of nowhere. There was a barn, the usual kind, but bereft of animals, The view was nice, but hardly special. The whole affair was almost aggressive in its normalness. For some reason, Trude had expected more of a retired legend. A bit of indulgence in luxury, or at least a mark that here housed a veteran.

Sanya and Shirley had been waiting for them at the house, and in her boredom Shirley had taken to scanning the surroundings. "Is that an outdoor bath?"

Trude followed Shirley's gaze "It seems so. Odd location"

"Yep."

"Ferrera not home?" Trude asked.

"Nope."

The tranquillity of the surroundings was starting to relax Trude. The hectic night before, and the unnerving talk about her love life with Eila had left her stressed. Especially the bit where Eila decided to inform her of Erica's habits regarding her own missing small clothes. She really could have lived without that piece of knowledge. "Like I wanted to know Erica used it for... THAT, in the showers, wet... her skin shining with sweat, her nubile form... DAMN IT." If this kept up she would develop a shower fetish.

"Trude?" The tall witch was looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "Your tail is wagging."

"It's a... It does that sometimes, it's a dog thing. You wouldn't understand," she tried to defend herself.

It would have worked if it wasn't such a blatant lie, Shirley got more intrigued instead. "Does this dog thing include that cute blush?"

"Shut up."

"Did something good happen on the trip? You were so stressed before, did Eila do something? You hardly seem her type though."

"She didn't do anything!" Trude almost yelled now desperate to derail the conversation "And where did you leave Sanya?"

Shirley blinked. "Sanya? She's behind that tree of course." She pointed towards a oak not ten feet away.

"And why would she be there?" Trude asked, fearing the answer as she felt the hints of foreign arousal tickling the back of her mind.

"Because public indecency laws are less strict here than in a military base." Cracked an old woman's voice. "And you must be Sanya, I suggest you get your hand out of her shirt."

Trude saw an old woman flying a broom near the oak laughing maniacally, looking at Sanya and Eila hastily trying to fix her shirt.

"Next time, just hide in the barn." The old woman cracked looking over the two girls lecherously.

"Don't look at Sanya like that!"

Anna Ferrera had arrived.

The day had started wonderful, gone a bit awkward around breakfast, taken a nosedive half-way through the flight, and had featured an agonizing hour of being apart from Sanya. And when finally they had some quality time under a tree, there was another interruption! The universe had it out for her. Some weird old hag was ogling them, staring at her Sanya.

Her response was instinctive, honed by a hundred of previous outcries. "Don't look at Sanya like that!"

The old hag raised her eyebrow "I beg your pardon?"

"I said; don't look at Sanya like that!" Eila growled, finally having her shirt tucked in, her hair somewhat straight and her Sanya properly covered.

Multiple expressions flashed on Anna's face, Confusion, befuddlement, a pinch of humor, liberal amounts of amusement, but it settled on wonder. "Like what?"

"Like, like" Eila stuttered, thrown off by the weird hag's confusion. "Like she's pretty"

Now the weird woman was smiling widely "Sanya isn't pretty?"

Eila's face contorted in a way that was almost comical. The mere suggestion throwing a wrench in the general working of her brain. "Are you blind!?, Look at her. She's gorgeous, pretty, feminine-"

"So now I can look at her?"

"Angelic, beautiful. divine-"

"Yes yes, she's pretty, I get the poi-"

"Celestial, wonderful, breathtaking"

Anna threw a worrying look in the direction of the two escorts. "Is she always like this?"

"From the day they met." Trude yelled over the raving Eila.

"Stunning, graceful, elegant-"

Eila felt pretty good, she was just picking up steam and throwing it all out like this was amazing, "Ooh, good one, Sanya is amazing" People should do this on a daily basis, yelling to the world how wonderful their girlfriend was. She wondered if Sanya liked her declaration.

"Amazing, Dazzling, hair like liquid silver-"

"Eila" Someone whispered in her ear.

"Eyes like emeralds, a voice of satin, hands that would make Da Vinci cry tears of joy!-"

"Eila!" Someone spoke more insistently than last time, and it was a pretty voice, so it had to be Sanya's.

"She moves like art in motion, a figure that humbles the noblest court, a smile that shames the setting of the sun, a-mmmph"

Eila could have been angry that she had just been rudely interrupted. She could have, but opted not too, since Sanya was kissing her. Although calling this kissing was understating it slightly. Dear lady high above, where had this girl learned to use her tongue... "Oh yea, with me, at night. I love my life"

It took a while, but Sanya finally let up, due to pressing needs for fresh air. "Hey Eila," she whispered in her ear as she cuddled against her shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"I love seeing you smile."

Such a simple statement, but it finally send her back to earth on a pink puffy cloud of happiness "Trude's right, I am turning in corny sap." At the thought of Gertrude, she finally decided to actually look around.

Shirley was laughing hysterically, Trude was so embarrassed she was trying to hide behind herself and Anna looked at Sanya and her as... as if they were lovesick puppies.

She supposed that was okay.

Trude felt a headache coming, which was impressive, since it would be the third that day. For the sake of progress, the trio of Shirley, Anna and herself had opted to briefly dispose of the lovesick witches by setting them to prepare dinner with two conditions. First, everything would be kept child friendly; second, Sanya would wash her hands. Trude was certain that one of the conditions would be broken soon, and it would not be the one involving soap. Thus, this report to Minna would have to be gathered with a slight bit of urgency. Shirley was not helping.

"So let me get this straight," she heard a snicker to her left, but pressed on. "When a witch hooks up with another, there is a fifty fifty chance something like this happens?"

"Well, not something like this," Anna said as she was lazily rocking back and forth on her chair. "Smaller things like a shock here, a levitating chair there. Maybe breaking the bed once in a while. These two just happen to be awfully good at... resonating."

Shirley snickered again, personally she found the innuendo a bit farfetched. "And one fixes this how?"

"Practice," Anna said, turning her head to the sound of giggling coming from the kitchen.

"I beg your pardon?" She felt a blush rising as Shirley lost control of her laugh. "Are you suggesting they...-"

"Practice meditation to get their magic synchronised?" interjected Anna.

Trude breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, ehm, that sounds acceptable."

"It works best if they're naked of course."

Shirley fell of her chair.

Trude felt like the world was conspiring to make this day the most uncomfortable one to date. She spared her howling colleague a sideway glare, but Shirley continued not to care. Mustering all her remaining composure, she willed the conversation forward. "And this, uhm, 'practice' will take how long?"

"Two to three days, less if they can keep their hands of each other," Anna mused.

Gertrude contemplated the statement. Then applied it to reality and came to the logical conclusion. "four days minimum then?"

Anna smirked. "Cynical one aren't you?"

"I... just didn't get much sleep, and I want to get this mess over with."

"Don't be too judgemental dear. Who knows, you might be the next. Such a dashing lady as you yourself can't be without admirers."

Shirley, finally back in her chair, just had to add her two cents worth. "I put fifty on you and Erica breaking the bed."

To be continued…

Author notes part 2, I should really wrap this up in one or two chapters, otherwise archeologists are going to be required to determine to origin of this story.

Secondly, for some weird reason, Auto correct suggests that mmmph should be mm mph, apparently there is an official spelling for getting cut off by a French kiss, this amuses me.