[ she shudders against her, hands slipping down to yukari's waist, her hips, lifting her up--trusting her to know what to do to hold on--as she starts walking through the house without pulling away, pouring everything she's let go unsaid for weeks into the kiss. further along and to the right, there. minako works the bedroom door open with one hand and walks in, turning and dropping onto the bed, bringing yukari with her.
she looks up towards her from her new position, smiling, flushed and a little disheveled. ]
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she looks up towards her from her new position, smiling, flushed and a little disheveled. ]
Missed you.