Miyuki Kazuha has known for years that she was into girls. There was only one blip along the way, and that came in the form of Chris, but he was just as unattainable as the cause of her sexual awakening anyways, so. Girls. They're soft, and gorgeous, and make pretty noises when she's got them under her, and she spends all her time around guys anyways, so she's desensitized to the idea of them being attractive. (You can only share a locker room with your male teammates for so long before you decide that they're sexually unappealing.)
So when it turns out that the cause of your sexual awakening finds out that she's maybe a little bi, and wants to kiss you, and go on a date with you, and then subsequently booty call you after your first date...
You don't say no.
Kazuha doesn't bother with putting clothes on again, just heads out in her shorts and tanktop and goes so far as to pull a hoodie on, since she gave Mei her jacket a few hours before the text came in. Her dad's asleep after a long day at work, so she doesn't bother with telling him where she's going - like he can't guess, anyways - and instead heads right up to the Narumiya's door once she gets there, her hands jammed in her pockets as she makes her way up the walk.
With some jitters of excitement in her stomach, she knocks her elbow into the doorbell. No parents, no brothers. Just her and Mei and a very racy picture of pale skin and soft lace on her phone to give her an idea of what she's in for. ]
[ mei's learned a lot about herself as a person in the past six months or so. ever since junior prom, what started as what mei reassured herself that could only be rebound feelings built into real feelings. she grew up with miyuki kazuha--they've known each other since the sixth grade, paths only diverging when mei decided to become a cheerleader and kazuha picked up a football and never turned back--so she's always had her in her life. but it's this context of it that's become new.
graduation looms over them, just months away, and the team's state football championship had helped to push it away just a little. mei can remember everything about the night they won, kazuha's stellar game calling leading their team to victory, the crisp cool night on mei's thighs, the way it stung her ears and matched her blush when she finally gave miyuki kazuha the kiss that must have been a long, long time coming.
it's been a while since then, and mei's settled fairly comfortably into the fact that she has a thing for kazuha. it's clearly reciprocated, and it didn't take long for them to start dating once the initial hurdle of i've-never-dated-a-girl-in-my-life was cleared. mei's been happy, too, happier than she was with her last couple of boyfriends, than anyone she's ever really been with. it's nice. she loves kazuha--her brains, her beauty, her talent on the field--and mei's more or less come to terms with that as they hit their first date.
still, that doesn't stop any of the jitters for the first date, and now that mei's aware of the sexual tension, it skyrockets right through the roof the entire date. so, when her parents go out for the night (dad on a business trip, older brothers at college, mom at an art gallery out of state) she doesn't even hesitate in getting all dolled up and shooting kazuha a text.
and, of course, she doesn't disappoint. mei's not going to disappoint her either. she takes her sweet time getting ready, pulls her long, perfectly curled blonde hair out of the back of kazuha's too big varsity jacket and lets it cascade down her back. the underwear she picks out is cute, soft pink lace that fits her perfectly, and though normally she'd be so confident she could strut down the street like this, today, she's a little nervous. there's still one thing they haven't really overcome with this whole new dating girls thing, and that's being with girls--and being with kazuha.
needless to say, she's not the only one feeling butterflies. even still, mei's the queen of fake it till you make it, so when she hears the knock she strides right over and opens the door, letting her left arm trail up to lean on the edge of it and put her whole body on display. ] Took you long enough.
[ God. Kazuha's eyebrow twitches a little when Mei opens the door like that, not that she's particularly surprised. None of this has really surprised her, in the long run. Mei has always been confidence in heels, at least when it came for all the world to see. For Kazuha, she's been different, been a real person where other people wouldn't be looking at her. They don't talk about it, don't even bring it up in the moment, because it's always been a complicated dance of keeping emotions locked away for both of them.
They don't do vulnerable. They don't do feelings. But Mei was there for Kazuha when her mother was sick, when her mother died, when she had to fight to be able to play with the boys. Kazuha has been there for every complicated routine hiccup, for every bad breakup that she's pretend to be all right with come the next day at school. ]
Sorry. [ She drawls immediately, leaning her shoulder into the door and standing right in her space. Just like every other kiss they've shared so far, she could lean down further and press their lips together. It's a tempting thought, especially after all the sexual tension during their date. ] They haven't invented instant teleportation yet.
[ If she takes her hands out of her pockets right now, Kazuha thinks she might get too caught up in touching Mei to stop before they get inside. So she lets her eyes do the work for her, for now, taking her in from her big blue eyes to her soft pink mouth, down her throat and collar, following the opening of her varsity jacket to admire that cute pink lingerie in person. There's nerves, of course, because this'll be Mei's first time with a girl, and she wants to do it right, not the flings she's had with the curious cheerleaders or the girls she's pursued in school and from rivals alike.
But there's also anticipation, because she's had stupid thoughts at the back of her mind about kissing Mei, fucking her, for actual years now. Just, suddenly, after that shitty boyfriend and a perfect junior prom and a winning game, it's more requited than she'd ever thought it'd be. ]
[ from where they're standing, mei can perfectly watch kazuha's eyes drift down her figure. it's only been sort of recent that she's actually found out that kazuha liked her--she's just as finicky with her emotions as mei, if not worse--and you could definitely say mei's been taking advantage of it. she showed up to their date in thigh highs and a skirt that just barely skimmed the top on purpose, swung her legs over her lap when they settled in together to eat ice cream. it was satisfying then, and it's satisfying now--she can practically see the gears turning in her head over it.
mei definitely licks her lips, and that's not quite on purpose. she just can't help it, already instantly drawn in by that sexual tension like a magnet. it's easier to relax because it's kazuha, but as the tension mounts a little more, as mei just leans up a bit into her space and hums-- ] You're lucky, I was feeling patient. ♥
[ she can feel her heartbeat start to ratchet up a little dangerously in her chest. jesus. what is she, twelve again? playing seven minutes in heaven in the closet with her best friend? embarrassed, mei can feel a faint heat starting to rise in her cheeks, anxiety spiking a little bit at the thought, she's gonna do this--
she needs a distraction. she huffs, presses her hand delicately to kazuha's chest over her hoodie, and playfully pushes her a step backwards. mei's the queen of fake it till you make it. ] You're not the only thirsty one. [ rude. ] Come in, make yourself comfortable...~
[ and she'll take that chance to stork walk sashay away, the varsity jacket just showing off the pretty, delicate pink lace over her pale skin. ]
[ If asked, Kazuha could count the number of people that have known she's had a thing for Mei since middle school on one hand, and she's kept it that way on purpose, simply to avoid having to ever face it. Realizing she was gay didn't bother her all that much, it was just the fact that those two minutes in a closet before they'd been interrupted never really went away. Middle school came and went, she forced her way onto the high school football team through sheer skill and spite and determination, and Mei was there on the sidelines in a short skirt with pale legs on full display and a top that hugged what curves she had, and Kazuha could never look back.
She doesn't even try to, now. Her eyes only lift back up when Mei leans into her space, and even then it's to look at her mouth as it forms words, and then up to her eyes proper. It's the same reaction she'd basically had when those legs had settled across her lap, just she let herself touch then, calloused hand curling around a pale thigh with more than a little bit of possessiveness to it.
This time, though, there's something more to it. She's known Mei just as long as Mei's known her, and while they've known how to play each other in different ways, this is... she can always pick up on when Mei's feeling anxious. She doesn't know how to explain it, but Mei can do the same for her, even if they don't talk about it.
So she lets her push her, lets her walk away, even if she says ] Wow. [ in response to her rude comment. Because she's always loved watching her walk away. It's meant that Mei couldn't see her eyes drop to the way skirts swish against the back of her thighs, how shorts and leggings and jeans hug her hips and her ass.
She steps in, closing the door to lean on it for a second as she locks it, before she follows after her. ] Lucky is one way to put it, I guess..~
Of course it's lucky. [ the bantering she can keep up with easily enough, even if her heart's thudding so hard against her ribcage it's making her a little dizzy. it's not entirely in a bad way, just nerves that she's trying very hard to pretend aren't there. this is happening, she and kazuha are dating, and mei had known exactly what she signed up for by inviting her over. it's not that she doesn't want it--it's just working up the courage to take the first step.
(not that mei would ever, ever admit that. she'd literally rather die.)
as she walks away, it's easy to remember kazuha's possessive touch on the date, or even to think back to their kiss after the championship game, the way kazuha had kissed her like she was something precious, like something she'd always wanted. there was a greed to it, and mei couldn't get enough then. logically, she won't be able to get enough now--they just have to get there.
the space between them lets her breathe, and she doesn't bother waiting for kazuha to catch up as she pulls open the fridge door. mei makes absolutely sure to bend over to get the water pitcher out of the bottom of the drawer (to poke around a little for a distraction) so that the varsity jacket slides all the way up her back and reveals the cute, pink bow directly at the dip of her spine. she's totally got this. nerves be damned, mei's a great actress. ] Do you want something?
[ even though she knows the answer already; she leaves the innuendo in her voice, teasing and playful, not betraying her true need to hide for a few seconds while she properly composes herself. ]
[ There's a silence that implies Kazuha is rolling her eyes - which she is - as she trails into the kitchen behind her, shoes discarded and feet silent. The house is a familiar one, a place she's snuck into late at night when Mei's brothers were still living here year round, because her parents were out and busy and no one needed to know she was here and the two of them were up way too late together. She traces her fingers over the door frame when she passes through it, but her eyes stay on Mei the entire way.
And she doesn't stop when Mei bends over, because like hell she's going to. Instead, she keeps walking, until she can rest her arm on the open door of the fridge, standing right behind Mei. Her other hand reaches out, touching the little bow, just the slightest pressure from her fingertips before she's seeking out skin just like she did on the date.
It'd been her thigh, at first, but after that she'd snuck them everywhere, finding the skin under the sweep of her hair, the little space that the pad of her thumb fit perfectly in behind her ear.
Her cheek, just like when she'd kissed her after the game. Lingering, cherishing, intent. Taking something she'd wanted for years. ]
I could go for something. [ She says it when her touch goes from light to the warmth of her palm sliding around to her side under the jacket, curling against her hip. ]
[ the touch is as comforting as it is exciting. mei knows these hands as well as she knows her own, could find every callous with her eyes closed, and the feel of her skin on hers leaves a slow, burning trail of warmth down her back. the anticipation of it all combined with nerves are both hit with a wrecking ball of attraction, because mei had decided very, very quickly that her best friend was hot and everything just went kind of downhill from there.
this might count as downhill. after all, they're about to hook up for the first time ever--this is definitely a booty call--but getting a little more time to calm her anxious heart has mostly just left the excitement bubbling under the surface. this is real. it's going to happen as soon as mei takes the step forward to do it.
so, she stands up without her drink, nice and slowly. the proximity makes her ass press against kazuha as she starts to stand, practically draping herself against her chest and up into that hand on her hip. it's anchoring and familiar, a pressure she's known all her life, and mei absently (as if she wasn't doing it on purpose) leans backwards so they're touching all over, her own hand drifting down to cover kazuha's. ] Hmm. Nothing in here, I'm guessing. My my~
[ Having to close her eyes for a second, Kazuha laughs a little when Mei starts to press into her. It's a trace of disbelief, like she's not sure this is actually happening, and a lot of amusement for what she's doing. But there's nothing shitty in the tone of it, nothing like a snicker or a cackle, but just an exhale, soft and from the back of her throat. This is actually happening, and it's - short of amazing, probably.
So she opens her eyes again, thumb sweeping along her smooth skin. They've held hands for years. Kazuha has given Mei an innumerable amount of piggyback rides. She's stood in for the cheer team, when Mei was trying to master some annoyingly complex toss, thrown her in the air and caught her since she'd started building the muscles to do it.
Those kisses between the championship game and now let her duck down, nose brushing her temple as she gives her cheek a considerably sweeter, more chaste kiss than the situation would really call for. It's as her eyes are forward, looking into the fridge like there's actually an answer in there.
And she doesn't pull away when she answers, shifting her hips forward enough that she can rub against the sweet curve of her ass in front of her. It gives her a thrill, that anticipation mounting more. But she's not pushing, and her hand stills when Mei sets hers over it. ] Mmm, no, doesn't look like it.
[ mei likes that laugh. it's altogether less kazuha than the one she's the most familiar with, the snickering tease that's been a part of her life since middle school, that's obnoxious at its best and downright punchable at its worst.
still, despite mei's complaining about kazuha's nasty personality, she does love her--certainly in a different way than she had when they first met--but its still love nonetheless. mei's just getting used to it all, not only the promise of commitment (to kazuha, that feels easy) but commitment to a girl.
having the warm, familiar hand on her stomach and her nose against her temple, mouth soft on her cheek is a definite comfort. even just kazuha's touch helps to soothe some of the anxious butterflies banging around her ribcage, and mei takes a slow, deep inhale as she feels her hips press against her ass. it's a good feeling, one that sends heat leaking down to her thighs, and she sighs her exhale as she turns her face just a little towards kazuha's and laces their fingers together, just lightly. ] How dirty.
[ but she's probably not the only one feeling that way. mei's other hand lifts off the door of the fridge and comes backwards, so she can put the fingers of her dominant hand gently into kazuha's short curls, lacing into the soft hair loosely as she speaks. ] I guess I could help with that.
[ Something warm and altogether unfamiliar settles into the bottom of her stomach as Mei's fingers lace with hers, and she turns towards her, like Kazuha's already drunk off this and they haven't done anything more than flirt and press close together. But Mei's right there, and it's easy to let this happen, step by step, her eyes fluttering half-shut as her fingers slide into her thick hair.
It's easy to just - reach and close the fridge, now, taking her freed hand to slide down from Mei's hip, along the outside of her thigh. On the way back up, she catches on the bottom of the lace so she can drag it up a little. Touching her, enjoying it, admiring the contrast of smooth skin and soft lace, like it's something to really relish. She just feels good, tucked up against her like this. Up close like they are, she can smell her shampoo and soap, her perfume, mixed with the familiarity of her jacket right there.
Apparently she's really, really into that. ] Who was it that texted me, again?
[ But there's no bite, as she lowers her head down, like she's following the touch of her hand, her fingers, in her hair. Kazuha drags her lips against the edge of her jaw, moving to the corner of her mouth, her own chapped but soft. ] But I can take care of both of us, if you let me.
Since when have you been so smooth? [ mei teases, her head rolling just a little to the side towards her when kazuha trails her mouth against her jawline. it's nice to be in this close proximity, and mei slowly loosens her grip on her nerves as she properly gives her a kiss. it's soft and a little lingering, taking the moment to soak it up (kazuha's mouth is softer than any boy that she's ever kissed.)
she pulls away slowly, relishes in the way her callouses rub down across her thigh and back up. it gives her goosebumps, the touch familiar and new all at once: even with the jacket as armor, mei's definitely feeling bared. just her touch is giving her the shivers, and mei hums to try and keep her cool, gently pushing her hips back into kazuha's as a response to the wandering hand.
it is weird to think of kazuha as a lady killer, if only because mei's known her since they were twelve, sitting in the closet at a birthday party and playing seven minutes in heaven. mei's smooth, great at capturing boys like a spider catches a fly, but with kazuha, it's different. everything about this situation is more genuine, but that makes it less comfortable.
still, she'll get there. she huffs a little sigh, gently runs her fingers through kazuha's hair again. ] I didn't dress up like this just because I felt like it.
[ Kazuha snorts a little laugh, not quite shitty again. Not yet anyways. She gets distracted with kissing Mei, before she gets a chance to answer, but she's not really that bothered by it, to be honest. Rather, she focuses on it, sighing out a softly pleased noise at the press of lips, sweet and soft. And of course Mei's lips are as soft as they look - she's always thought they would be, ever since they sat in that closet and never got to experience it.]
I've had plenty of time to practice. [ On Mei's teammates, to varying degrees of success. On the random girls that have approached her, shyly or confidently alike. On rival schools' girls, fleeting hookups that won't even have repeat performances. Just because Mei's the one that lures in boys, tangles them around her little finger until they bend and break the way she wants them, doesn't mean that she's the only one that's been around.
It also, admittedly, doesn't mean Kazuha's completely immune to it. The fact she's here now is evidence enough of that. She's had years to tune the bulk of it out, just for her own sanity, but god - it's hard to ignore some of the traps she lays for the opposite gender. She's just as susceptible to pale thighs and swaying hips when Mei's in a mood to show off what she's got. ]
Wouldn't surprise me if you did. [ She dips her hand, just enough that her fingers slide against her inner thigh, rubbing her thumb, slowly, along the bottom edge of the panties. Just a little further and she could slide it into them, just against the curve of her body. ] But I don't think the kitchen is the best place to really appreciate how you dressed up.
[ ugh, that's an unpleasant thought. mei's totally aware of kazuha's actions--pot, kettle, et cetera--but as of right now, she hates the idea of it. her fingers curl just a little tighter around kazuha's. it'd be minuscule to someone who wasn't observant, but mei doesn't really care if she knows--this is hers to keep, and mei hates sharing.
still, it doesn't ruin the mood at all, mostly because mei is definitely guilty of doing the same thing and partly because mei's just as into kazuha as vice versa. the crush that happened came on quick and strong, as mei realized she was allowed to like her best friend and therefore pounced on it. she's hot, her voice familiar and warm in her ears, the skin of her palms leaving a trail like heated coals down the nearly translucent freckles on her thighs.
plus, that tempting finger makes her arch a little towards her, as if she can guide her hand exactly where she wants it. mei's used to getting what she wants in bed, too, and though she doesn't huff, her lips purse a little as she gives a light tug to kazuha's hair. fine, let's play that way.
her hand curls a little tighter, and she tugs her head down to talk in her ear, sultry, dripping, totally purposeful. ] I put this on for you, and I'm expecting you to take it off of me. As soon as possible.
[ she finishes it with a nip to her earlobe, letting her showy confidence take over for any nerves as she pulls away and gives her a sweet, innocent smile. ]
[ It's cute, the way that she can tell it ruffles Mei a little. But they're both guilty of the same thing, and they both know it, so Kazuha leaves it alone besides that.
Even if the idea that Mei is getting greedy over her, too, gives her that same little thrill as touching her does. She wants to follow the arch of her body, to push the flimsy material out of her way and curl her fingers deep inside her. But she's not going to do that in the kitchen, not for the first time. The Narumiyas are so elusive in their own home that she imagines she'll get plenty of future opportunities for it, but for right now...
Right now, she wants to take each and every piece of clothing off Mei, and show her how it's really done.
First, though, her eyes close immediately in response to the tug of her hair, the tightened hold she has on it, her eyebrows twitching a little and her lips parting. It's no secret to literally anyone that Kazuha's been with that she likes her hair pulled, but this is something else entirely, especially with the feeling of teeth to punctuate it. She can't help but laugh, as her eyes flutter open again, and she draws her hands back. ]
If that's what the princess wants. [ Drawling, but she moves to scoop her up, exactly like the princess she was crowned as back at prom. Benefits of practically growing up here - she can make her way to Mei's room, fast as anything, while also going to steal another kiss, just as greedy, tongue swiping her bottom lip. ]
[ now that was a good face. limited experience or not, mei's own guidance to attractiveness locks right onto the way kazuha's mouth falls open when she pulls her hair. she mentally catalogues that one away for later as she lets go, slowly, moving when kazuha gets away from her.
(and mourning the loss of warmth from it, just a little.)
it figures that kazuha might be a little of a tease--color mei unsurprised--but that's fine. the anticipation just leaves her wanting more, and as kazuha scoops her up, she goes easily, throwing both of her arms around her shoulders to steady herself and curling her fingers just lightly in the curls near the base of her neck. she looks for all the world like a pleased cat until kazuha kisses her, and then some of it melts off as she opens her mouth into the kiss almost immediately, a pleased purr rising out of her throat.
seriously, her room couldn't be further away. mei ends up leaning forward just a little where she's being supported, wanting to chase that kiss immediately, her dainty little toes curling up as she returns the favor. ]
[ At this point, Kazuha has waited long enough for this to happen, so she's really not that concerned about hiding her reactions from Mei. Especially not when she knows that Mei can take what she's learned with boys, and adjust it, once she's been given enough time, to everything that they'll do together. She's not even a little bit worried about it.
But she's definitely interested in what she'll get to do to her. She kisses her - contemplates just saying fuck it and dropping her on the couch, like some cheap porno - and returns that purr with one of her own, fingers curling where her hand rests just behind her knee, so far away from where she wants to be. Just a little further down and she could be sliding along her thigh again.
Just a flight of stairs and a jaunt down the hall, and they could be doing more. So Kazuha gets moving, her shoulder bumping the doorway on the way out of the kitchen, but it gives her some guidance, a gauge of where she's going, as she splits her focus between kissing Mei, languid and wet, and getting them to her room. ]
[ mei can't help but giggle when kazuha bumps into the doorway, a little giddy and delighted (and also always looking for a reason to make fun of her best friend.) it gets muffled into the kiss and suits the light, playful mood of this entire interaction. that's something mei loves about kazuha: she never has to be anyone but herself here. putting on a mask or a facade is useless, because kazuha will always see through it, and the same goes for the other way around.
it's nice. a part of mei almost wishes she'd realized this sooner.
still, she's not the busy one here, so mei happily focuses on kissing kazuha, making sure to make it really good, gently tugging her lip with her teeth and sucking lightly on the tip of her tongue, kicking her feet gently on the other side. it feels good, is starting to percolate a warm heat in her stomach, and mei's a little impatient too when her toes touch the door first and she practically kicks it open.
[ Even Kazuha can't stop a laugh, because it's infectious and not even a little bit of a problem. Sometimes laughing during sex is a turnoff, but it definitely isn't now, where Mei's cute giggles are hers to have - both in the kiss and just in general, Mei is hers to have - and it's. It's natural, really. They can fight, and banter a little too far below the belt sometimes, but this is good, and she likes it. She'd take more of it any day of the week for the rest of her life, probably.
Disgusting. She's loved her best friend for so long without thinking this was something she would get to have.
The corners of her mouth twitch up a little, but it's not much, not when she gets distracted by the drag of teeth and how she sucks on her tongue. It's only when Mei pretty much kicks the door open that she breaks the kiss, because she winds up laughing. At least it's only a few, long strides to the bed before she can gently deposit Mei on it, up against the pillows, only to follow after her. ]
[ mei's butt hits the bed softly, and she scoots back a little when it does, her fingers finding her extra soft sheets (organic cotton, only the best for narumiya mei) to give her a little traction as she scoots back into the pillows. by the time she's comfortable, kazuha's already moving down towards her, and mei reaches up to throw her arms around her neck, immediately moving her thighs apart to make room for her.
it's comfortable. it's not weird. all mei wants in this moment is to kiss kazuha, to feel her over her, hot and warm, and sure, there's some logistics stuff that mostly feels like a gray area to her at the moment, but mei ignores it in the favor of the girl in front of her.
besides, she's not just going to be distracted from kissing her so easily. mei pulls her right back down, hands moving back to the front to hook in her hoodie and pull her down for another kiss. the pace doesn't slow at all, relentless and hot, and mei arches up into her, nonverbally asking-- can you keep up with me? ]
[ That's a perfect invitation for Kazuha, and she's happy to take it, nestling comfortably between Mei's thighs as she's brought back down, her hands bracing against the bed on either side of her as she gets situated. Part of her knows that Mei isn't completely sure of what's going to happen, but she's got that covered, even as she kisses her again.
Maybe she doesn't have a dick to grind down against her, but she slides forwards on her knees, getting the tops of her thighs under the bottom of Mei's. Once she's settled and comfortable, she lets her knees and her abdominal strength hold her above Mei, freeing her hands, making it so she can scoop her face up and kiss her.
In response to the question, she rocks her hips forward at the same time she sucks softly on her bottom lip. ]
[ whatever (small) hangups she had about this situation have mostly seemed to evaporate. mei's happy to let those worries get lost in the press of their lips together, taking the time to slow down and actually enjoy the sensation. kazuha's a good kisser, which isn't that surprising--mei can recall a seven minutes in heaven party where she left a girl in a closet for ten minutes because she couldn't stand up straight after--but it's one thing to hear about it, and another to experience it herself.
not that mei's going to be needing to wait around to get her footing, anytime soon. her kisses are sure and passionate, the swipe of her tongue confident when she rubs it against kazuha's. even still, the soft suck gets a noise out of her, quiet and breathy into the kiss, her eyebrows knitting together as she easily gets comfortable with kazuha over top of her.
plus, that grind feels pretty good. mei arches underneath her, her other hand dropping down to get a palmful of kazuha's (really, pretty perfect) ass and pull her forward to do that again, please. ]
[ Kazuha can't help but sigh softly through her nose with the swipe of Mei's tongue, because it's - good. It's perfect, really, the kiss and everything about the moment itself, and she's happy to fall into it. Her thumbs sweep over her cheeks as she kisses her, wet and hot, even when she drags her forward. It makes her hum a little in response, tongue curling against hers, but she doesn't resist it, and instead grinds up against her a second time.
And then back into her hands before forward again, encouraging.
They both have experience with this that they could boast. Mei's kisses are just what she was thinking they'd be, all these years. It makes up for all the time spent kissing her fellow cheerleaders and other girls, revolving around Mei but never quite having another moment like that moment in the closet during the middle school party. It all feels worth the wait, though. So she can't really complain. ]
[ that's starting to feel pretty good. the heat of friction between them is just increased when mei tugs kazuha forward--she likes being able to manhandle, to boss around, and in the bedroom is no different. it's a whole new dimension of a relationship for her with kazuha, and the tension that's been between them this whole time has quickly become undeniable.
it's good to get a release for it--though it does make her want to go a little faster.
therefore, mei's as impatient as ever. she doesn't pull away from the kiss immediately, chasing after kazuha's tongue, but her hands slide up from her butt to ruck her tanktop up, clutching in the fabric to try and get it off of her. right now, it's in the way.
(mei never thought she'd want to see another girl naked. she's learned a lot of things about herself in the past few months.) ]
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babe come over
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Miyuki Kazuha has known for years that she was into girls. There was only one blip along the way, and that came in the form of Chris, but he was just as unattainable as the cause of her sexual awakening anyways, so. Girls. They're soft, and gorgeous, and make pretty noises when she's got them under her, and she spends all her time around guys anyways, so she's desensitized to the idea of them being attractive. (You can only share a locker room with your male teammates for so long before you decide that they're sexually unappealing.)
So when it turns out that the cause of your sexual awakening finds out that she's maybe a little bi, and wants to kiss you, and go on a date with you, and then subsequently booty call you after your first date...
You don't say no.
Kazuha doesn't bother with putting clothes on again, just heads out in her shorts and tanktop and goes so far as to pull a hoodie on, since she gave Mei her jacket a few hours before the text came in. Her dad's asleep after a long day at work, so she doesn't bother with telling him where she's going - like he can't guess, anyways - and instead heads right up to the Narumiya's door once she gets there, her hands jammed in her pockets as she makes her way up the walk.
With some jitters of excitement in her stomach, she knocks her elbow into the doorbell. No parents, no brothers. Just her and Mei and a very racy picture of pale skin and soft lace on her phone to give her an idea of what she's in for. ]
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graduation looms over them, just months away, and the team's state football championship had helped to push it away just a little. mei can remember everything about the night they won, kazuha's stellar game calling leading their team to victory, the crisp cool night on mei's thighs, the way it stung her ears and matched her blush when she finally gave miyuki kazuha the kiss that must have been a long, long time coming.
it's been a while since then, and mei's settled fairly comfortably into the fact that she has a thing for kazuha. it's clearly reciprocated, and it didn't take long for them to start dating once the initial hurdle of i've-never-dated-a-girl-in-my-life was cleared. mei's been happy, too, happier than she was with her last couple of boyfriends, than anyone she's ever really been with. it's nice. she loves kazuha--her brains, her beauty, her talent on the field--and mei's more or less come to terms with that as they hit their first date.
still, that doesn't stop any of the jitters for the first date, and now that mei's aware of the sexual tension, it skyrockets right through the roof the entire date. so, when her parents go out for the night (dad on a business trip, older brothers at college, mom at an art gallery out of state) she doesn't even hesitate in getting all dolled up and shooting kazuha a text.
and, of course, she doesn't disappoint. mei's not going to disappoint her either. she takes her sweet time getting ready, pulls her long, perfectly curled blonde hair out of the back of kazuha's too big varsity jacket and lets it cascade down her back. the underwear she picks out is cute, soft pink lace that fits her perfectly, and though normally she'd be so confident she could strut down the street like this, today, she's a little nervous. there's still one thing they haven't really overcome with this whole new dating girls thing, and that's being with girls--and being with kazuha.
needless to say, she's not the only one feeling butterflies. even still, mei's the queen of fake it till you make it, so when she hears the knock she strides right over and opens the door, letting her left arm trail up to lean on the edge of it and put her whole body on display. ] Took you long enough.
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They don't do vulnerable. They don't do feelings. But Mei was there for Kazuha when her mother was sick, when her mother died, when she had to fight to be able to play with the boys. Kazuha has been there for every complicated routine hiccup, for every bad breakup that she's pretend to be all right with come the next day at school. ]
Sorry. [ She drawls immediately, leaning her shoulder into the door and standing right in her space. Just like every other kiss they've shared so far, she could lean down further and press their lips together. It's a tempting thought, especially after all the sexual tension during their date. ] They haven't invented instant teleportation yet.
[ If she takes her hands out of her pockets right now, Kazuha thinks she might get too caught up in touching Mei to stop before they get inside. So she lets her eyes do the work for her, for now, taking her in from her big blue eyes to her soft pink mouth, down her throat and collar, following the opening of her varsity jacket to admire that cute pink lingerie in person. There's nerves, of course, because this'll be Mei's first time with a girl, and she wants to do it right, not the flings she's had with the curious cheerleaders or the girls she's pursued in school and from rivals alike.
But there's also anticipation, because she's had stupid thoughts at the back of her mind about kissing Mei, fucking her, for actual years now. Just, suddenly, after that shitty boyfriend and a perfect junior prom and a winning game, it's more requited than she'd ever thought it'd be. ]
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mei definitely licks her lips, and that's not quite on purpose. she just can't help it, already instantly drawn in by that sexual tension like a magnet. it's easier to relax because it's kazuha, but as the tension mounts a little more, as mei just leans up a bit into her space and hums-- ] You're lucky, I was feeling patient. ♥
[ she can feel her heartbeat start to ratchet up a little dangerously in her chest. jesus. what is she, twelve again? playing seven minutes in heaven in the closet with her best friend? embarrassed, mei can feel a faint heat starting to rise in her cheeks, anxiety spiking a little bit at the thought, she's gonna do this--
she needs a distraction. she huffs, presses her hand delicately to kazuha's chest over her hoodie, and playfully pushes her a step backwards. mei's the queen of fake it till you make it. ] You're not the only thirsty one. [ rude. ] Come in, make yourself comfortable...~
[ and she'll take that chance to
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She doesn't even try to, now. Her eyes only lift back up when Mei leans into her space, and even then it's to look at her mouth as it forms words, and then up to her eyes proper. It's the same reaction she'd basically had when those legs had settled across her lap, just she let herself touch then, calloused hand curling around a pale thigh with more than a little bit of possessiveness to it.
This time, though, there's something more to it. She's known Mei just as long as Mei's known her, and while they've known how to play each other in different ways, this is... she can always pick up on when Mei's feeling anxious. She doesn't know how to explain it, but Mei can do the same for her, even if they don't talk about it.
So she lets her push her, lets her walk away, even if she says ] Wow. [ in response to her rude comment. Because she's always loved watching her walk away. It's meant that Mei couldn't see her eyes drop to the way skirts swish against the back of her thighs, how shorts and leggings and jeans hug her hips and her ass.
She steps in, closing the door to lean on it for a second as she locks it, before she follows after her. ] Lucky is one way to put it, I guess..~
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(not that mei would ever, ever admit that. she'd literally rather die.)
as she walks away, it's easy to remember kazuha's possessive touch on the date, or even to think back to their kiss after the championship game, the way kazuha had kissed her like she was something precious, like something she'd always wanted. there was a greed to it, and mei couldn't get enough then. logically, she won't be able to get enough now--they just have to get there.
the space between them lets her breathe, and she doesn't bother waiting for kazuha to catch up as she pulls open the fridge door. mei makes absolutely sure to bend over to get the water pitcher out of the bottom of the drawer (to poke around a little for a distraction) so that the varsity jacket slides all the way up her back and reveals the cute, pink bow directly at the dip of her spine. she's totally got this. nerves be damned, mei's a great actress. ] Do you want something?
[ even though she knows the answer already; she leaves the innuendo in her voice, teasing and playful, not betraying her true need to hide for a few seconds while she properly composes herself. ]
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And she doesn't stop when Mei bends over, because like hell she's going to. Instead, she keeps walking, until she can rest her arm on the open door of the fridge, standing right behind Mei. Her other hand reaches out, touching the little bow, just the slightest pressure from her fingertips before she's seeking out skin just like she did on the date.
It'd been her thigh, at first, but after that she'd snuck them everywhere, finding the skin under the sweep of her hair, the little space that the pad of her thumb fit perfectly in behind her ear.
Her cheek, just like when she'd kissed her after the game. Lingering, cherishing, intent. Taking something she'd wanted for years. ]
I could go for something. [ She says it when her touch goes from light to the warmth of her palm sliding around to her side under the jacket, curling against her hip. ]
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this might count as downhill. after all, they're about to hook up for the first time ever--this is definitely a booty call--but getting a little more time to calm her anxious heart has mostly just left the excitement bubbling under the surface. this is real. it's going to happen as soon as mei takes the step forward to do it.
so, she stands up without her drink, nice and slowly. the proximity makes her ass press against kazuha as she starts to stand, practically draping herself against her chest and up into that hand on her hip. it's anchoring and familiar, a pressure she's known all her life, and mei absently (as if she wasn't doing it on purpose) leans backwards so they're touching all over, her own hand drifting down to cover kazuha's. ] Hmm. Nothing in here, I'm guessing. My my~
[ ok mei ]
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So she opens her eyes again, thumb sweeping along her smooth skin. They've held hands for years. Kazuha has given Mei an innumerable amount of piggyback rides. She's stood in for the cheer team, when Mei was trying to master some annoyingly complex toss, thrown her in the air and caught her since she'd started building the muscles to do it.
Those kisses between the championship game and now let her duck down, nose brushing her temple as she gives her cheek a considerably sweeter, more chaste kiss than the situation would really call for. It's as her eyes are forward, looking into the fridge like there's actually an answer in there.
And she doesn't pull away when she answers, shifting her hips forward enough that she can rub against the sweet curve of her ass in front of her. It gives her a thrill, that anticipation mounting more. But she's not pushing, and her hand stills when Mei sets hers over it. ] Mmm, no, doesn't look like it.
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still, despite mei's complaining about kazuha's nasty personality, she does love her--certainly in a different way than she had when they first met--but its still love nonetheless. mei's just getting used to it all, not only the promise of commitment (to kazuha, that feels easy) but commitment to a girl.
having the warm, familiar hand on her stomach and her nose against her temple, mouth soft on her cheek is a definite comfort. even just kazuha's touch helps to soothe some of the anxious butterflies banging around her ribcage, and mei takes a slow, deep inhale as she feels her hips press against her ass. it's a good feeling, one that sends heat leaking down to her thighs, and she sighs her exhale as she turns her face just a little towards kazuha's and laces their fingers together, just lightly. ] How dirty.
[ but she's probably not the only one feeling that way. mei's other hand lifts off the door of the fridge and comes backwards, so she can put the fingers of her dominant hand gently into kazuha's short curls, lacing into the soft hair loosely as she speaks. ] I guess I could help with that.
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It's easy to just - reach and close the fridge, now, taking her freed hand to slide down from Mei's hip, along the outside of her thigh. On the way back up, she catches on the bottom of the lace so she can drag it up a little. Touching her, enjoying it, admiring the contrast of smooth skin and soft lace, like it's something to really relish. She just feels good, tucked up against her like this. Up close like they are, she can smell her shampoo and soap, her perfume, mixed with the familiarity of her jacket right there.
Apparently she's really, really into that. ] Who was it that texted me, again?
[ But there's no bite, as she lowers her head down, like she's following the touch of her hand, her fingers, in her hair. Kazuha drags her lips against the edge of her jaw, moving to the corner of her mouth, her own chapped but soft. ] But I can take care of both of us, if you let me.
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she pulls away slowly, relishes in the way her callouses rub down across her thigh and back up. it gives her goosebumps, the touch familiar and new all at once: even with the jacket as armor, mei's definitely feeling bared. just her touch is giving her the shivers, and mei hums to try and keep her cool, gently pushing her hips back into kazuha's as a response to the wandering hand.
it is weird to think of kazuha as a lady killer, if only because mei's known her since they were twelve, sitting in the closet at a birthday party and playing seven minutes in heaven. mei's smooth, great at capturing boys like a spider catches a fly, but with kazuha, it's different. everything about this situation is more genuine, but that makes it less comfortable.
still, she'll get there. she huffs a little sigh, gently runs her fingers through kazuha's hair again. ] I didn't dress up like this just because I felt like it.
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I've had plenty of time to practice. [ On Mei's teammates, to varying degrees of success. On the random girls that have approached her, shyly or confidently alike. On rival schools' girls, fleeting hookups that won't even have repeat performances. Just because Mei's the one that lures in boys, tangles them around her little finger until they bend and break the way she wants them, doesn't mean that she's the only one that's been around.
It also, admittedly, doesn't mean Kazuha's completely immune to it. The fact she's here now is evidence enough of that. She's had years to tune the bulk of it out, just for her own sanity, but god - it's hard to ignore some of the traps she lays for the opposite gender. She's just as susceptible to pale thighs and swaying hips when Mei's in a mood to show off what she's got. ]
Wouldn't surprise me if you did. [ She dips her hand, just enough that her fingers slide against her inner thigh, rubbing her thumb, slowly, along the bottom edge of the panties. Just a little further and she could slide it into them, just against the curve of her body. ] But I don't think the kitchen is the best place to really appreciate how you dressed up.
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still, it doesn't ruin the mood at all, mostly because mei is definitely guilty of doing the same thing and partly because mei's just as into kazuha as vice versa. the crush that happened came on quick and strong, as mei realized she was allowed to like her best friend and therefore pounced on it. she's hot, her voice familiar and warm in her ears, the skin of her palms leaving a trail like heated coals down the nearly translucent freckles on her thighs.
plus, that tempting finger makes her arch a little towards her, as if she can guide her hand exactly where she wants it. mei's used to getting what she wants in bed, too, and though she doesn't huff, her lips purse a little as she gives a light tug to kazuha's hair. fine, let's play that way.
her hand curls a little tighter, and she tugs her head down to talk in her ear, sultry, dripping, totally purposeful. ] I put this on for you, and I'm expecting you to take it off of me. As soon as possible.
[ she finishes it with a nip to her earlobe, letting her showy confidence take over for any nerves as she pulls away and gives her a sweet, innocent smile. ]
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Even if the idea that Mei is getting greedy over her, too, gives her that same little thrill as touching her does. She wants to follow the arch of her body, to push the flimsy material out of her way and curl her fingers deep inside her. But she's not going to do that in the kitchen, not for the first time. The Narumiyas are so elusive in their own home that she imagines she'll get plenty of future opportunities for it, but for right now...
Right now, she wants to take each and every piece of clothing off Mei, and show her how it's really done.
First, though, her eyes close immediately in response to the tug of her hair, the tightened hold she has on it, her eyebrows twitching a little and her lips parting. It's no secret to literally anyone that Kazuha's been with that she likes her hair pulled, but this is something else entirely, especially with the feeling of teeth to punctuate it. She can't help but laugh, as her eyes flutter open again, and she draws her hands back. ]
If that's what the princess wants. [ Drawling, but she moves to scoop her up, exactly like the princess she was crowned as back at prom. Benefits of practically growing up here - she can make her way to Mei's room, fast as anything, while also going to steal another kiss, just as greedy, tongue swiping her bottom lip. ]
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(and mourning the loss of warmth from it, just a little.)
it figures that kazuha might be a little of a tease--color mei unsurprised--but that's fine. the anticipation just leaves her wanting more, and as kazuha scoops her up, she goes easily, throwing both of her arms around her shoulders to steady herself and curling her fingers just lightly in the curls near the base of her neck. she looks for all the world like a pleased cat until kazuha kisses her, and then some of it melts off as she opens her mouth into the kiss almost immediately, a pleased purr rising out of her throat.
seriously, her room couldn't be further away. mei ends up leaning forward just a little where she's being supported, wanting to chase that kiss immediately, her dainty little toes curling up as she returns the favor. ]
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But she's definitely interested in what she'll get to do to her. She kisses her - contemplates just saying fuck it and dropping her on the couch, like some cheap porno - and returns that purr with one of her own, fingers curling where her hand rests just behind her knee, so far away from where she wants to be. Just a little further down and she could be sliding along her thigh again.
Just a flight of stairs and a jaunt down the hall, and they could be doing more. So Kazuha gets moving, her shoulder bumping the doorway on the way out of the kitchen, but it gives her some guidance, a gauge of where she's going, as she splits her focus between kissing Mei, languid and wet, and getting them to her room. ]
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it's nice. a part of mei almost wishes she'd realized this sooner.
still, she's not the busy one here, so mei happily focuses on kissing kazuha, making sure to make it really good, gently tugging her lip with her teeth and sucking lightly on the tip of her tongue, kicking her feet gently on the other side. it feels good, is starting to percolate a warm heat in her stomach, and mei's a little impatient too when her toes touch the door first and she practically kicks it open.
yeah. she needs to be on that bed yesterday. ]
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Disgusting. She's loved her best friend for so long without thinking this was something she would get to have.
The corners of her mouth twitch up a little, but it's not much, not when she gets distracted by the drag of teeth and how she sucks on her tongue. It's only when Mei pretty much kicks the door open that she breaks the kiss, because she winds up laughing. At least it's only a few, long strides to the bed before she can gently deposit Mei on it, up against the pillows, only to follow after her. ]
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it's comfortable. it's not weird. all mei wants in this moment is to kiss kazuha, to feel her over her, hot and warm, and sure, there's some logistics stuff that mostly feels like a gray area to her at the moment, but mei ignores it in the favor of the girl in front of her.
besides, she's not just going to be distracted from kissing her so easily. mei pulls her right back down, hands moving back to the front to hook in her hoodie and pull her down for another kiss. the pace doesn't slow at all, relentless and hot, and mei arches up into her, nonverbally asking-- can you keep up with me? ]
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Maybe she doesn't have a dick to grind down against her, but she slides forwards on her knees, getting the tops of her thighs under the bottom of Mei's. Once she's settled and comfortable, she lets her knees and her abdominal strength hold her above Mei, freeing her hands, making it so she can scoop her face up and kiss her.
In response to the question, she rocks her hips forward at the same time she sucks softly on her bottom lip. ]
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not that mei's going to be needing to wait around to get her footing, anytime soon. her kisses are sure and passionate, the swipe of her tongue confident when she rubs it against kazuha's. even still, the soft suck gets a noise out of her, quiet and breathy into the kiss, her eyebrows knitting together as she easily gets comfortable with kazuha over top of her.
plus, that grind feels pretty good. mei arches underneath her, her other hand dropping down to get a palmful of kazuha's (really, pretty perfect) ass and pull her forward to do that again, please. ]
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And then back into her hands before forward again, encouraging.
They both have experience with this that they could boast. Mei's kisses are just what she was thinking they'd be, all these years. It makes up for all the time spent kissing her fellow cheerleaders and other girls, revolving around Mei but never quite having another moment like that moment in the closet during the middle school party. It all feels worth the wait, though. So she can't really complain. ]
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it's good to get a release for it--though it does make her want to go a little faster.
therefore, mei's as impatient as ever. she doesn't pull away from the kiss immediately, chasing after kazuha's tongue, but her hands slide up from her butt to ruck her tanktop up, clutching in the fabric to try and get it off of her. right now, it's in the way.
(mei never thought she'd want to see another girl naked. she's learned a lot of things about herself in the past few months.) ]
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