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[ 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.

[ minako gasps, gently pushing her hips upwards against yukari's hand as she starts moving her fingers. she tosses her head to the side and lets out a throaty moan, pale skin flushed from the excitement. she's soaked around yukari's fingers, gripping her tightly. ]

I don't...mm, care about any of that right now... [ she turns her head, those red eyes wide, pupils slightly dilated. she reaches up with her free hand and weaves her fingers into her hair, pulling her down for a heavy kiss, desperate and needy, feeling yukari's chest press against her own. against her lips, between kisses: ] Just keep touching me. Please.

[ 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. ]

[ 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— ]

[ yukari notices when minako covers her eyes, of course. she's so tuned in to everything about in this moment--how she's gasping for breath, how her leg wraps around her waist, how she feels around her fingers--that it's impossible for the act to escape her attention.

she knows minako isn't hiding her face because she isn't enjoying it, but from the emotional rawness of it all. they really are more alike than people think. they're both outgoing, athletic, charming--and both of them know to play those traits up at a moment's notice, to be "on". to deflect to keep from being seen.

they've had sex more times than yukari can count, but this feels...different. there's no feigned annoyance or over the top charm or teasing. just love, plain and simple. it burns under her skin, makes it difficult for her to breathe. she feels exposed, although neither of them are wearing anything at all. if minako would look at her now, she'd see...well, everything.

for once, yukari feels okay with someone seeing all of her. so she doesn't stop, but forces herself to slow down her thrusts so she can focus. ]

Babe. [ the endearment is so soft, so enamored that yukari can hardly believe she's the one speaking. ] Before I use it, [ 'it' being the toy from the closet, ] I wanna see you.

Let me see you, Minako. Please.

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