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thank you for the chocolate and the playlist. nobodys ever done something like that for me.
youve gotta tell me how you made those little decorations

i think im ready to come home

[ her response comes after about ten minutes. disbelief, joy, relief--it's a lot. and honestly, she's just... drained. after a few weeks of all this. ]

im glad

im home now, ill see you soon 💖

see you in a bit 💕

[ yukari lingers at the the front door when she arrives, fiddling with her keys. standing here is strange. this is her house--her name is on the lease, for gods sake--yet she's afraid of finding everything different with no place to fit in, of possibly being welcomed back with nothing but love.

she isn't sure which scenario is more terrifying.

she takes a deep breath, unlocks her door before she can talk herself out of it, and steps inside. ]

Minako? [ her voice is small, quiet. ] Are you here?

[ she's up and on her feet as soon as she hears the door open. minako rounds the corner and sees that it's her, and her breath catches in her throat. she expected her, of course, but it still...

she rushes forward, feeling tears prick at her eyes, and pulls yukari into a tight hug. ]

Welcome home. [ she says it quietly, pressing her face into her shoulder. ]

[ her breath hitches from holding back a sob. yukari has spent so many nights the past few weeks wishing to be held just like this, that it's hard to process this isn't some fever dream.

but this is real and the person she loves is still happy to see her. right now, that's enough to overcome anything.

Thank you. [ her fingers curl into minako's top as she melts into her embrace. ] I'm glad to be home.

[ minako has to bite back an initial response to that--some lingering confused bitterness over what happened is there, but it's not what she wants to lead with, not now--pulling back just enough to look at her. she's here, it's real, she came back.

nothing else matters right now.

she leans forward, capturing yukari's lips in a kiss, turning to brace her against the wall. she doesn't think she's going to push things far right now, but... regardless, she's desperately missed her. i love you, she exhales against her lips while barely breaking away, catching yukari's lower lip with her teeth. i love you. i love you. and then she goes back in, pulling her closer. ]

[ she's reminded of their first kiss on the beach all those months ago, pure emotion and heat as the long simmering something between them boiled over. while there's no gentle handholding or playful banter in this moment, the something between them is boiling over again. the difference is that she can fully acknowledge what that emotion is now.

so yukari doesn't think as she shrugs her bag off her shoulder and onto the floor, doesn't question when she's backed against the wall. doesn't hesitate to weave her fingers into minako's hair or brush their noses together when minako pulls away. doesn't stop herself from breathing i love you, too in response each time.

she makes a noise deep in her throat when their lips meet again, opening her mouth for a more full kiss and pushing herself as close as she can. ]

[ 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. ]

Missed you.

[ if there's a moment yukari wishes she could capture forever, it's this one: minako smiling up at her with more adoration than she deserves. minako always gave her more than she deserved: time, patience, affection, any number of things. if she could give her half as much back....

her eyes sting with unshed tears and she hurriedly rubs the back of her hand against her eyes, hoping to stave them off for a moment longer. when she pulls her hand away, yukari smiles back, cheeks flushed and eyes soft. ]

Couldn't tell. [ she trails light kisses along minako's jaw to the corner of her mouth. ] Missed you, too.

Got everything worked out? [ the question comes softly, murmured against her lips. ] God, Yukari, I was so scared-- [ there's no accusation there, it's just said before another kiss.

minako looks up towards her, resting one hand on yukari's cheek. that adoration still shines in her expression, even as unshed tears well up in her eyes. ]

[ she captures her lips for a quick, sweet kiss full of reassurance, an unspoken so was i, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, i'm not going anywhere. ]

Almost, [ yukari answers, leaning into minako's touch. god, she'd missed this. ] I worked out there's a lot of talking I need to do, both with you and Aigis. I haven't been doing any of that, lately...talking. It--I made things more difficult for everyone.

And that has to change, you know? I have to be better about that. For us. All of us.

You really do. [ she laughs, and the tears start falling, even as she loops her arms up over yukari's neck and smiles up at her. ]

I think... you need to talk to her, first. [ minako pulls yukari down to steal another quick, sweet kiss, letting her hands slide down to her hips. ] We... both probably know most of... what we want to say to each other, already.

[ another kiss, and her hands slip just under yukari's top. ]

[ yukari knows exactly what she wants to say. that she wants to stay if both aigis and minako will have her, that she's missed her more than words can say.

but to be honest, she doesn't want to talk tonight. especially not right now when just the light touch of fingers against her skin makes her shiver. yukari places a hand on her cheek, deepening the kiss for just a moment before she pulls away to wipe away minako's tears with her thumb. ]

Minako, [ she breaths against her lips. it's questioning, waiting. ] Tell me what you want me to do.

Like you don't know, [ she huffs that out, almost impatiently, starting to work yukari's top off, knee teasing up between her legs. she breaks off the kiss just long enough to help her get the shirt up and over her head. she leans in, dangerously, biting once at the shell of her ear before speaking gently into it. at the same time, her hands move down, to her hips and lower, squeezing her ass through her clothes. ]

I want you to fuck me, Yukari. [ she's used to taking the reins more often than not, but tonight, she wants to offer that control up. not just to give it if asked or if things go that direction, but to lead up front with it. minako's curious to see what she'll do. ]

[ they've been together for so long that yukari didn't need to ask, but it's the admission that all her girlfriend wants is her touch that finally sends her over the edge. she rolls her hips as pushes her onto the bed by her shoulders, a dangerous and satisfied grin on her face. ]

Good, [ she purrs while pulling minako's shirt over her head, ] because I was going to do that anyway.

[ her fingers work at unhooking her bra as she places suckling kisses along her collarbone, each kiss and movement of her fingers slow and deliberate. she wants to make minako wait, frustrate her until she begs.

wants to make her feel as loved as she deserves. ]

[ god, she doesn't think she'll ever get tired of seeing yukari like this.

minako shudders, rolling with the movements to let her get her clothes off. on one of those heavy kisses to her chest she parts her legs, hooking one gently behind yukari's to pull her closer. she reaches behind her to unhook the other girl's bra in return, one-handed, an easy instinctive move she's done so many times at this point. that hand rests on her back to brace herself, the other weaving into her hair to cup the back of her head. ]

You tease-- [ she huffs out a laugh, face flushed, pulse pounding in her ears, ] Here I thought you'd want to make up for lost time...!

[ yukari doesn't hesitate to settle between minako's legs when she's pulled in, shrugging off her bra and casting it aside in one smooth motion. it's all so easy to be pulled in and feel that nothing outside this moment, this room matters. right now, only the hand in her hair and racing heartbeat she can feel as her lips brush her pulse point mean anything to her.

she laughs against her skin as she kisses the swell of her chest, ] You never told me how to fuck you. [ she rolls one of minako's nipples between her fingers. ] Should've been more clear.

[ she replaces her fingers with her tongue while her free hand moves to fiddle with the button of her shorts, but doesn't actually undo it. yukari wants to push her further. ] Besides, you like being teased. Admit it.

[ minako squirms, breath hitching as her fingers tug lightly at yukari's hair. ]

I do, but not now-- [ maybe she's leaning into the reaction a little because she knows yukari likes it. and she knows it's the kind of thing she'd like to get in response if she was doing this to her.

but also she really is worked up. part of her wonders what approach yukari will take, whether she might grab any of the toys from the closet, but right now she barely cares. there's a sharp little gasp at the tease of her fingers and her tongue on her nipple, nails raking lightly at yukari's back. ]

Fuck, Yukari, more please...

[ played up reaction or no, hearing minako ask for more this early makes yukari want to throw her plan to go slow right out the window. her back arches into the touch, corners of her mouth twitching into a smile although her tongue never stops working at her nipple.

she uses both hands to unbutton minako's shorts with an easy, smooth motion and pulls them down slowly, fingers ghosting over the curve of her ass and thighs with the promise of more, later. ]

Say that again. [ a command, gentle but firm, as yukari drags her fingers back up her legs and loops her thumbs in the waistband of minako’s underwear. yeah, okay, she's definitely leaning into this, too. ]

[ oh, it's nice seeing this from yukari. minako's face heats up, and she lets out a shaky breath from that teasing touch to her thighs and ass. her hand goes to yukari's ass in return, squeezing through her jeans. ]

Yukari, please-- [ it's practically a whine. she's desperately missed this, and it's not like she's gone without while yukari has been away, but-- it's different. ]

[ yukari shudders, reaching for the button on her jeans--

then stops and smiles at minako even as she rolls off her to stand right out of arms reach next to the bed. now she's just being mean. ]

Be right back. [ she makes her way to their closet and riffles through its contents, returning after a minute with her prizes in hand. ]

So since I love you.... [ she holds up two toys that she's retrieved from the closet. ] You get to choose. Either work for me so don't worry about that.

[ as much as yukari likes the power play, she doesn't mind sharing it sometimes. ]

[ minako practically whines as yukari rolls off of her, and gives her a look when she comes back from the closet. definitely a hugely significant choice. sure.

... but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like one of those toys better. slight differences in shape and dimensions, and all that. and god, she would have been more than satisfied if yukari had just used her fingers to start with, but this--she bites her lip, grasping her own chest and rubbing her thighs together. ]

... The black one.

[ minako only receives a shit-eating grin in response. this is obviously the most important choice of their lives. duh.

that confident smile slips off her face as she watches the gears turn in minako's head, cheeks turning red and gaze flicking from her thighs to face. yukari's composure not going to last long if this keeps up. ]

Don't, [ yukari licks her suddenly dry lips and unbuttons her jeans to step out of them as fast as possible, ] don't do that. Not when I can't--oh, my God, that's hot.

[ that slipup gets a bright laugh as minako watches her, face bright red. if yukari was gonna tease her and delay getting her panties off, she might as well give her a little bit of a show and do it herself. she hooks her thumbs into the black lace and lifts up her legs, shimmying that scrap off of her hips and up, finally casting them aside.

she parts her legs, waiting, one hand moving to touch herself. with shaky breath: ]

That's the idea. Get back over here, love.

[ from being in total control to totally losing her mind in the span of five seconds. how the turntables.

yukari does as she's told, hurrying back to the bed with a satisfied smile. yeah, okay, she broke as soon as minako started rubbing her thighs together, but she had a few minutes of glory. she places the pink toy on the nightstand and straddles her hips, leaving the black one untouched on the bed for the moment. that'll be a surprise tool for later.

in the meantime, she gently grasps minako's wrist and pins it to the bed while slipping two fingers inside of her. ]

You're so impatient, love. [ she sets a pace just slow enough to get her worked up, but no faster. ] You dish it, but you can't take it.

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