notes: and, well. I shouldn't be messing around, but someone with the name gardapati, my kouhai, she popped out with this idea with shindanmaker, and it took my interest so yeah,
brace yourself with a short domestic kotomaki! (Another tumblr repost)
"Good morning, Koto—"
—however her latter's sentence was cut short because of seeing that the grey-haired woman that yet she saw in the morning wears nothing but a white apron, tending the kitchen. It was not the first time Kotori teased her like that, especially when they didn't meet each other at the night, her late shift is one to blame. Kotori always had been done something, not someone to hint with words, sometimes it bothers the aspiring neurosurgeon a lot, though, as she could do nothing but utter a speechless screech to the open air.
A usual million-watt smile, plus her sing-song voice in perfect high pitch, "Good morning, Maki-chan."
"Wear some clothes," she hid her reddened face. "You'll catch a cold that way."
"I'm in a hurry, I have an appointment this morning so," oh, so Maki was mistaken. "Or … did Maki-chan think about naughty things right now?"
Crap. "Uhh," she fought back the lump in her throat, averted her gaze from the swaying naked hips, and clenched her fist until her forgotten cigarette fell to the floor. "No?"
Minami Kotori smiled softly as she turned down the stove from heating their morning Miso soup. Kotori walked closer to the counter, where Maki tried to compose herself while throwing aside her already-useless cigarette out of the apartment window. Their gaze met while Kotori held Maki's hand, stroked it ever-so-tenderly.
"Tell me, what do you want today for breakfast, Maki-chan?" she let out a giggle. "I mean, well, we haven't met like this for a week, you remember?"
Her breath shallowed as Kotori continued to press herself on Maki's, now their fingers completely entwined against each other.
"Nee, Maki-chan, answer me," Kotori said, eyes sparkling with sparkling desire. "What do you want?"
Wasn't Kotori has an appointment in the morning? Was her shift started in another two hours? Was she really miss Kotori after this one week full of work?
Everything blurred when Maki pushed the grey-haired woman on the kitchen counter, pressing their bodies together as not wanting to let go off the woman in a naked apron. She could see it clearly, those amber orbs lit up with a fire of want, not a simple light of tenderness. Kotori must have been missed her, so much as she did. Yet they were shoved for another whole week of work and it was a miracle that they are able to enjoy the moment together, even for just a slip of whim.
"Let me rephrase it; Kotori, what do you want for breakfast?"
"Of course … a taste of my lovely doctor."
Maki didn't hold back anymore, she closed their gap with a chaste kiss, forgetting that they were in kitchen counter or even that the clocks ticking to their horror. The chaste and teasing lips of Maki didn't stop to evolve to a form of hungry kisses, nibbling the lower lip of the designer as to beg for an entrance ticket. Kotori gave in, opened her mouth for her tongue to come in contact with Maki's, danced wildly upon the melody of their mixed hoarse voice.
"Maki-chan—" Kotori breathed the name, whilst her knees grows weaker, signaling the redhead to stop for barely catching an air. "Maki-chan, you tasted like nicotine."
"Sorry, I just smoked. Was it really bad?"
"No," she shook her head. "I don't mind any of it."
"Want to have another round before we eat our real breakfast?" Maki offered. "I … almost forgot that I have work and so do you."
Kotori couldn't help but chuckle at those words. "Ara ara, aren't you the hungry one, Maki-chan?"
"You are the one to talk."
