[ it had been a relief to know that yukari still... wanted all of this. still wanted her, even after their time apart. minako's always placed so much work into being pretty, being the girl everyone would see and like, presenting an image people would care for.
she still finds herself wishing that she'd accepted the modeling offer that came her way, because it would be something, she would be seen and remembered. who cares if it wasn't her? she still barely knows who she really is.
but this... she doesn't just feel wanted. she feels loved. minako feels tears pricking at her eyes again, even as she lets out another sharp gasp. she can feel herself getting close, and she knows she wants more, leg hooking over yukari's waist, hips twitching up against her hand. she crosses her arm over her eyes, not wanting yukari to see, not wanting to kill the mood or risk worrying her, because the last thing in the world she wants is for her to stop— ]
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she still finds herself wishing that she'd accepted the modeling offer that came her way, because it would be something, she would be seen and remembered. who cares if it wasn't her? she still barely knows who she really is.
but this... she doesn't just feel wanted. she feels loved. minako feels tears pricking at her eyes again, even as she lets out another sharp gasp. she can feel herself getting close, and she knows she wants more, leg hooking over yukari's waist, hips twitching up against her hand. she crosses her arm over her eyes, not wanting yukari to see, not wanting to kill the mood or risk worrying her, because the last thing in the world she wants is for her to stop— ]