Won't they?

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Minako gasped as Mitsuru gently but firmly pushed her away. She looked at her senpai with confusion. Mitsuru sighed in consternation.

"Minako-chan, you understand what a love hotel is, correct? These rooms are normally rented by the hour. I've been able to stretch that period out a bit more (at an outrageous price) but even the longest time frame gives us limited window here." Mitsuru said with consternation. "So, I admit, your tempting me. But we have time to makes some calls and get ourselves some clothes, or have another round of lovemaking. Not both. And, I'm sorry Minako, I've had enough humiliation tonight. When we're back out on the street, I want to be in some clothes. We can attend to...our other needs...afterwards."

Minako looked at her like a small puppy just denied a treat. Mitsuru sighed again, turned her back, and left the elevator. Minako grunted to herself and followed.

"Fine." She said. "But if its all the same to you, Senpai, I'm going to let you make the arrangements. I'm getting a shower in."

And attending to other needs, she finished silently.

Mitsuru shook her head. This was, of course, the responsible thing to do. Hardly made it easy. In any case...who to contact. The Kirijo Group could help easily, but rumors would fly. Not the best answer, given her encounter with her ex who would no doubt spread his own rumors. No, best to keep it "within the family". Also, keep it female. Akihiko could be relied on to be discreet, but Mitsuru could never look him in the eye afterwards. Junpei...that thought would almost be funny if the idea of him learning anything about their circumstances didn't make her queasy inside. So then, who was left? Yukari, Fuuka, or Aigis. Of those, Fuuka was unlikely to be able to keep a proper poker face or invent a good excuse if any were to question what she was doing out of the dorms so late. Aigis was unlikely to bother with either. No, really, there was only one option. Yukari was clever enough to avoid attention and of all of them she was the most likely to have plenty of spare outfits to pick from. Mitsuru picked up the hotel phone.

Minako felt the water washing over her body, and sighed softly to herself. This was heaven. Better yet, the shower head was detachable! She was oscillating between teasing herself and washing off the sweat from her strange journey. While she sorely missed Mitsuru's embrace, this would suffice. And at last she could pleasure herself as wantonly as her body desired without the shame hanging over her head that her display was being witnessed and enjoyed by some creepy pervert!

"Greetings." Came a voice behind her. Minako screamed and attempted to cover herself. What was going on now?