Miyako's Opinion
Disclaimer: I do not own Sasameki Koto/Whispered Words or any of its characters.
Genre: Yuri-themed with dashes of drama, humor and romance. A big ole tease.
Chapter 2: That Mouth
It was already dark when the chauffeur dropped them off at the double door entrance of the Hachisuka mansion. For hours, they had lingered after the graduation surprise on the roof reminiscing, making plans to keep in touch and, of course, howling whenever Sumi and Ushio, the new couple, tried to sneak kisses. Even Miyako blushed when Tomoe got caught nibbling on her ears. After all that clowning around, the longtime lovers still had energy to spare. The Hachisuka heir was thankful Taema-san wasn't behind the wheel to read her intentions with his daughter on her face.
Now in the privacy of Tomoe's bedroom suite, Miyako locked the door behind them with a crooked smile. When she turned to look at her girlfriend, her heart skipped a beat. Tomoe's grin was priceless. She had actually done it!
"Success!" Tomoe pumped both fists in the air before sweeping her girl up into a tight hug. "Sweet, sweet success!"
"You really are amazing!" Miyako planted a quick congratulatory kiss to her smiling lips once she was back on her feet.
Uniform off and tossed to the love seat, she ditched the pigtails and shook them out into messy blond waves, a level of sensuality Miyako saved for evenings with Tomoe. "But it sure took 'em long enough." She let loose a laugh, diving for the mattress in her undies. "I couldn't believe my ears when Kazama-san hauled off and said 'I love you' first. Titty Monster gets my respect for that."
"I wasn't surprised at all." Tomoe carefully draped her blazer and bow near Miyako's clothes. She touched the school crest on the lapel, stepped out of her skirt, then walked over to sit near Miyako. "Technically, she also kissed Murasame-kun first."
"With that dumb mask." Miyako pushed up on her elbows. "So that's what you were doing." She shot her lover a suspicious look.
Tomoe shrugged innocently, unbuttoning her blouse until it hung loose, cleavage straining against her lace bra. "If I placed the mask where they would see it, neither of them could back down."
"Yeah, there's no way the Four-Eyed Beast would've missed that." Miyako sat straight up. "I swear if she ran off without confessing after all we did..." Flashing a smirk, she let her fists finish the thought.
"You and Kazama-kun both." Tomoe laughed, the gentle rise and fall of her chest providing a lovely view. "I think she is finally done with waiting for Murasame-kun to make any first moves."
Miyako raised an eyebrow when the shirt hit the floor. She really took in the sight of her. Tomoe was all legs and curves, and Miyako couldn't wait to love on every inch. Irresistibly fluid, Tomoe reclined on the pillows, her matching bra and panties showcasing her assets. Miyako all but melted into her. Tomoe smiled softly. "Did you see the way Ushio kissed her?" She paused to trace the light blush spreading over Miyako's cheeks.
Forget Ushio and Sumi. Miyako saw the way Tomoe was looking at her. Lidded eyes, parted lips inching closer. And Miyako absolutely wanted every bit of what Tomoe was giving tonight, but something wouldn't leave her alone. The same something gnawing at her ever since Sumi and Ushio stumbled into their lives.
Groaning, Miyako broke away to stare at the ceiling. A rare squint of confusion sparked in Tomoe's eyes before they softened again.
"I...wasn't expecting that." She pushed up on one elbow to peer down Miyako. Tomoe stirred, free hand hovering above her girlfriend, uncertain. "Is something wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Miyako shook her head, giving Tomoe a half smile. She took Tomoe's hand in hers and rested it over her heart. She really wanted it much lower, but looking back at the ceiling, she knew that would have wait until this was resolved.
"Murasame-san said it felt like the only reason she was able to kiss Kazama-san is because someone else was making it possible."
She swore she saw Tomoe do a double take. Adjusting to lay her head on her arm, Tomoe's eyes searched Miyako's face. Her mouth said, "Yes?" but Miyako was sure her eyes pleaded for this to wait until tomorrow.
Well, I started it, Miyako thought, Might as well get it off my mind to move onto better things in bed. "Tch! Honestly," she grumbled, "No one should be having their first kiss in high school."
"I...er...what?" Utterly at a loss for words, Tomoe shook her head, silently mourning the change in plans.
Miyako shot her a sideways glance. "Do you remember our first kiss?" Tomoe stared back, going red in the chest in record time. Of course she wouldn't forget. Nostalgia filled Miyako's face and spilled over to her lover. "We were twelve and fourteen..."
"It was so hot that day," Tomoe said, blush creeping up her neck.
"...at the edge of the lake..."
"Your cami strap kept slipping off your shoulder..."
"...toes in the water..." Miyako continued, very aware of her heartbeat quickening from Tomoe's nose tickling her skin.
"You tasted like watermelon." Tomoe chuckled into her neck.
"...kissin' like it was our first and last." Miyako let out a shaky breath.
Her girlfriend squeezed her hand, then released it. "That was the summer before I left."
"The Savior of Hachisuka Industries." Miyako smiled sadly to herself. Tomoe was gone for two whole years, overhauling her grandfather's international business that her father nearly run into bankruptcy, bringing it back into black. In the beginning, it felt like it was them against the world, time and space.
"That kiss kept me going." Tomoe said quietly, fingertips ghosting over Miyako's lips.
"Me too." Miyako closed her eyes.
Both born and raised on the Hachisuka Estate, she and Tomoe had been together since before forever. They blew up their fathers' expectations when the unexpected friends came out as young lovers five years ago.
"...You know, no one showed us the way. We just...made it."
"True. After everything we went through, I hated leaving without you. But knowing you were waiting for me helped me give it my all." Tomoe tucked a stray loc behind her ear before cupping her cheek. "When I finally walked through those doors, you were right here."
"Now that kiss was...!" Miyako bit her lip, finally meeting Tomoe's gaze. "Your asshole brother nearly shit himself watching us."
"Mimi, that mouth of yours," Tomoe pulled Miyako into a hard, but loving kiss making her giggle at the lost reprimand. She went on talking, not missing a beat. "Yes indeed, he was quite..er...surprised, but his opinion never meant anything to me. Yours does. And I'm starting to understand your feelings about Sumika and Ushio."
"I just can't believe we spent an entire year walking on pins and needles around those two idiots for them to only kiss and confess. And they needed your help to get that far."
Tomoe tilted her head away. "They have made significant strides in a short time...with guidance."
"But if it took them this long, will they be ok on their own now? Will it take them forever and a fucking day to get to the good stuff without your guidance?"
"The...good stuff?!..." Tomoe did her best to not snort. "You are completely underestimating Kazama-kun. I must say, if Ushio wants the good stuff, Murasame-kun is likely to give it to her on a platter. Ushio's been very assertive these days."
Miyako playfully bumped into her girlfriend. "See? It's gonna be so much more fun when they're actually on our level."
"But you want it to happen naturally. No interference? That would take too long."
"That's why I didn't say anything at first. Your methods have been working."
"Goodness, Mimi." She watched Tomoe try to fight the yawn, rubbing her eyes. It was sweet of her to hear Miyako out, especially when it felt like she was talking herself in circles.
"Can you believe I already miss The Girls Club?" Miyako sighed, letting herself be turned and held from behind.
Tomoe snuggled in tight, threading her fingers with Miyako's. "You mean The Girls Karate Club?" She mumbled into her hair.
"No. What you started was perfect. They weren't ready. But I think they are now. And I'm not just talking about Murasame and Kazama. The Girls Club could still get everyone in line so they're not repressed losers next year, sighing and blushing all over the place, too scared to go for what they want."
Tomoe let out a weary sigh. "Damn, Miyako. You're not holding back even a little bit."
"High school is over for us. I don't want any regrets. We are the senpai's of girls' love and they are our kouhai. I'd hate to think we let them down."
That seemed to sober up Tomoe. "I didn't realize you felt so strongly about this. Every time you said something, I just thought you either wanted me to be careful or for the whole ordeal to be done with."
"Yes, yes and yes."
Tomoe groaned. Miyako felt a little guilty this had gone on so long and wasn't remotely the celebration Tomoe was expecting.
"Hear me out." She squirmed until she was nose to nose with Tomoe. "Everyday, you choose me. And I choose you. I stare down my father. You flip off your brother. For this thing we have. No one is whispering in your ear the right thing to say or telling me the right move to make."
"Point taken," Tomoe said, pulling her closer, "But I still think you're being too hard on them. Love takes time - acknowledging your feelings, accepting them as beautiful and good, then finally deciding on how to act on them. It could take a lifetime to get it right."
Her hand was slowly tracing love notes on Miyako's thigh. "We are the lucky ones...including Sumi and Ushio." She kissed the cute button nose before her.
A couple claps to turn off the lights and a flick of the wrist to pull up the covers and Tomoe was ready for bed. "Let's get some sleep."
Moments later, Miyako rubbed her toe against Tomoe's calf.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
"Mimi," She shifted so their feet touched. "Your opinion means the world to me. You can tell me anything. Always and forever."
Miyako smiled to herself, realizing she did have more to say.
"Ne, Tomoe-chan..."
"Yes, Mi-...oh..." Miyako's lips graced her lover's collarbone as she snuck her fingers through her hair.
"With all this talk about kissing...love...sex..."
"Hmmm?"
She pulled Tomoe's head close and whispered in her ear, sealing her thoughts with a kiss.
"Oh, the plans I have for that mouth of yours..."
Miyako didn't wait another second to find out.
Author's Note:
Changing the rating...no longer tame. Read & review. Thx. JQ