[ yukari feels her stomach drop and breathing go ragged when minako moans, already quickening her pace before she's pulled in for a kiss. to be honest, she doesn't care about the tough talk, either. not when minako looks like this and reacts like that to the curl of her fingers.
being able to touch her after weeks apart--to be asked, begged to touch her--feels like a gift. it hits yukari again just how much she's missed this. not just the sex, but the little things like stealing kisses before getting out of bed or reaching for her hand in public and knowing minako will take it without hesitation.
she releases her wrist and lightly trails her fingers from the circular scar in the middle of minako's palm, down the length of her arm, up her shoulder, and finally cupping her cheek, placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck all the while. with each kiss, she thrusts a little deeper. yukari isn't the best with words. never has been and never will be. but she hopes minako feels what she wants to say.
anything you want. i love you more than anything. ]
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being able to touch her after weeks apart--to be asked, begged to touch her--feels like a gift. it hits yukari again just how much she's missed this. not just the sex, but the little things like stealing kisses before getting out of bed or reaching for her hand in public and knowing minako will take it without hesitation.
she releases her wrist and lightly trails her fingers from the circular scar in the middle of minako's palm, down the length of her arm, up her shoulder, and finally cupping her cheek, placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck all the while. with each kiss, she thrusts a little deeper. yukari isn't the best with words. never has been and never will be. but she hopes minako feels what she wants to say.
anything you want. i love you more than anything. ]