[ yukari almost gives in for a second time that night. she almost curls her fingers and quickens her pace in the way that always tips her over the edge, lets her ride out the aftermath until she's sated, and flops onto her side to curl underneath minako's arm and listen to her heart beat as she falls asleep. she almost fools herself into thinking this is just another normal night of their relationship.
it's not. not when the hurt is so clear on her girlfriend's face, in her voice. not when yukari was the cause. she really had a talent for fucking things up everything good that happened to her, didn't she?
that's what happens when you're full of broken pieces that don't quite fit together, she figures; you cut each person that touches you and grow used to the fact they withdraw to keep from bleeding out.
she shudders when minako cups her cheek, leaning into her palm. after what she's did, after letting her see those jagged edges--she still wanted to reach out for her.
god, yukari loved her so fucking much. ]
I'm not, [ she says before kissing the inside of minako's wrist. ] I just need a second.
[ she pulls out her fingers then and backs away, immediately missing the contact, and reaches for the strap-on. inserting the flatter end inside of her is easy enough, they've done this enough times before for it to be instinctual, but she hisses anyway. a combination of nerves and being so wound up she can hardly think straight. it's probably the reason why her hands shake as she retrieves the bottle of lube from their bedside table and strokes the length of the toy to apply it, but her brain is far past the point of connecting the dots.
once she's done, she leans back in, angling the head against minako's entrance, rubbing circles on the inside of her thigh. ]
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it's not. not when the hurt is so clear on her girlfriend's face, in her voice. not when yukari was the cause. she really had a talent for fucking things up everything good that happened to her, didn't she?
that's what happens when you're full of broken pieces that don't quite fit together, she figures; you cut each person that touches you and grow used to the fact they withdraw to keep from bleeding out.
she shudders when minako cups her cheek, leaning into her palm. after what she's did, after letting her see those jagged edges--she still wanted to reach out for her.
god, yukari loved her so fucking much. ]
I'm not, [ she says before kissing the inside of minako's wrist. ] I just need a second.
[ she pulls out her fingers then and backs away, immediately missing the contact, and reaches for the strap-on. inserting the flatter end inside of her is easy enough, they've done this enough times before for it to be instinctual, but she hisses anyway. a combination of nerves and being so wound up she can hardly think straight. it's probably the reason why her hands shake as she retrieves the bottle of lube from their bedside table and strokes the length of the toy to apply it, but her brain is far past the point of connecting the dots.
once she's done, she leans back in, angling the head against minako's entrance, rubbing circles on the inside of her thigh. ]
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