I was overwhelmed with how many reviews I got, a huge THANK YOU to everyone who took time to write something. I particularly like reading the detailed/long ones, it gives me tips on where to spend a little more time on. :D (as I have read most of you enjoyed Miki x Lily, I'll make sure to add some of it here and there along the way ohohohohoh) Moving on,
This chapter features explicit content and isn't suitable for… …screw this, I told you this chapter would unfold in Luka's room and I rated the fic M. :D
Miku opened her eyes in the middle of the night and Luka's arms were still safely around her body. She could feel very faint breathing against her cheek, making her awfully aware of how close they were. She actually felt comfortable though, and she really didn't want to move. But considering how refreshed and alert she felt, she still decided to raise her head timidly to look at the clock, careful not to disturb Luka. It read two in the morning. Considering she had fainted around five, she had been asleep for about nine hours… she hadn't slept that much in weeks. No wonder she felt so revitalized. Miku smiled smugly to herself as she glanced at the other woman. She had known Luka's arms would heal her.
Miku rested her head back on her pillow, observing her features as she slept. Luka had looked so tired these last weeks, Miku was very glad to see her sleeping so soundly. The older woman had probably been going through the same hell she went through, unable to take care of her basic needs, debilitated by her pain. Miku traced her features with her index and stopped it on her lips, staring intently. It would be so easy to indulge.
"Luka…?" Miku observed her closer. "Luka, are you sleeping..?" She asked, even if Miku saw she obviously was.
She waited another moment, still considering a little indulgence as she studied her lips. It was too much of a golden opportunity; Miku swiftly decided she was ready to face Luka's wrath if she had to afterwards. Obtaining another kiss was definitely worth a scolding. Miku immediately closed the short distance between their lips, wrapping an arm around her waist with great care. She kissed her very gently, afraid of disturbing her sleep, and very tenderly sought to express all the love she was forced to keep bottled up. She felt Luka kiss her back and stiffened, not having expected it. She pulled away slightly to gaze at her, hoping to see that Luka had decided to give in, hoping this was the end of her torture…but the other woman still seemed asleep. Miku understood she had only responded instinctively and sighed, disappointed. But it was to be expected, a fully awake Luka wouldn't so easily give into their desires after all. A fully awake Luka would have pushed her away and got out of bed, scolding her along the way.
Miku then decided it probably was better that she was asleep…this way she could have a moment of peace to enjoy her presence. She traced her lips again and let her fingers trail to comb the pink hair gently. She sorely missed being able to touch her. She had felt so deprived, being unable to embrace her or even give the most innocent of caresses.
She snuggled closer and Luka's hand, still around her waist, sleepily clutched Miku's shirt. The young woman smiled slightly, her own hand going to Luka's shoulder, then her upper arm. She started to massage her slowly as she went down, her hand then following her slim waist, caressing her hip. Going back up, following her body's contours, Miku's fingers went to trace her jaw, her lips again, back down her neck and torso…Quickly, she noticed Luka's skin had heated considerably. She understood that even if she was sleeping, Luka's body was reacting to her touch the same way she had just languidly kissed her back.
Miku stayed very still a moment. "…Luka?" Her voice was very, very quiet.
She was answered with a half-sigh half-moan. It gave Miku a serious shiver; she loved Luka's voice, and it being tainted with lust seemed to fully awaken all her senses in an instant. Miku knew she had reached a boundary she shouldn't be crossing, but her skin tickled, her heart accelerated and she felt her own body heat to the tips of her fingers. She couldn't help kissing Luka again, and once more the pink haired woman was responsive. A little too much even, and Miku quickly felt that if she didn't stop, she would probably lose it and jump her for real. Or wake her. Or both.
Miku pulled away, extracting herself from Luka's arms, feeling she had been edging much too close to her own limits. She wanted so much more, but she knew she absolutely couldn't take it any further, not without the other woman being awake enough to consent. Moving to her side of the bed, she took a deep breath to try to clear her mind. She didn't have the opportunity to do so though, the other woman drowsily shifted her position, crawling to her again. Her arm went back around her waist, pulling at her, another suggestive sigh escaping her when their bodies came fully in contact again. Miku bit her lip. She was reminded of when she had that dream of Luka and had been groping Miki. She suddenly found the circumstances very unfair. Right now Luka was surely dreaming of her, dreaming of being with her…and Miku was right there, right in her arms, ready and willing! Yet Luka still wouldn't touch her, at least not while being fully conscious. And as Miku could feel her lips explore her skin, Luka's sluggish and unfocused movements making it clear she was still asleep, she really wondered which god she pissed off.
Luka's lips approached hers again, and Miku knew she shouldn't, she had already stolen two kisses, but she couldn't resist meeting her lips. Luka's movements were slow but heated nonetheless. Miku opened her mouth and pulled closer again. Luka clumsily shifted her position. Miku brought one hand to her waist and the other up to caress her cheek. She felt Luka move again, then again, and Miku didn't quite understand why she kept shifting. When she started squirming oddly, Miku broke the kiss. She narrowed her eyes as Luka slowly bent in what reminded her of the fetal position.
She observed her curled, squirming form and it suddenly dawned on her. Miku gulped. She remembered having woken up a few times doing things like this in her sleep when she dreamt of Luka.
Her mind and heart were torn. She hoped she was right about what she thought was going on…because she absolutely wanted to see it. She hoped she was wrong because she had no idea how she was going to be able to deal with what would happen next if she was right. Luka gasped again and Miku knew she was right. She hesitantly lifted the bed covers to look underneath. Luka's nightgown was bunched up too high, exposing her stomach, thighs and underwear, and one of her hands was buried in the small lace garment, seemingly stroking as her hips moved steadily.
The teal haired young woman's eyes widened even if she had expected it, and her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. Her body suddenly was hot, her skin was damp, yet she was shivering and felt suddenly so aware, yet her mind seemed blurry at the same time. She could only stare a short moment before she put the covers down. She knew she had provoked it, kissing and caressing her, but now she had absolutely no idea what to do.
"…Luka?" She gulped, trying to think of something else, anything else so she wouldn't lose her mind. "L-Luka…!" She shook her, deciding the best solution was to wake her.
The pink haired woman cracked her eyes open, looking half-confused, half-dazed. "wha…" She suddenly gave a start, realizing her hand was in her underwear, and understanding what she had been doing. "W-what is it, Miku…?" She tried to play it smooth as she slowly removed her hand, doing so very subtly under the covers. She hoped dearly Miku hadn't noticed.
There was no way she could tell Luka she had caught her, and Miku blanked out for a second completely at a loss for a cover story. "…I…. …ha-had a nightmare." She lied, not knowing what else to say.
It felt so forced, Luka couldn't help but wonder if Miku was telling the truth. The younger woman looked uneasy and embarrassed, and Luka could only attribute it to her having noticed. They looked at each other with a strained silence pervading the air between them. Luka decided to pretend she believed her and played along. She cleared her throat, wanting to rid her voice of the sleep before she spoke again. "…D-do you want to tell me?... about your nightmare?" She quietly said as she subtly replaced her nightgown down under the covers. Even if said covers hid everything there was to see, she still felt too exposed having it bunched so high.
Miku shook her head no. "I woke you up 'cause I…needed… …you to comfort me." She decided to make up another excuse. Luka seemed to be relaxing slowly and she soundlessly exhaled. They stared at each other again, this time more comfortably thanks to this blanket of pretense.
Miku's eyes followed down the other woman's exposed neck and shoulders, to what disappeared under the covers. She knew what state Luka's body was in. Just thinking about it was making her lose her right mind. She stared into her eyes. "…I need comfort, can't you cuddle me?"
She knew Luka couldn't say no without admitting to the reason why; her body being…dangerously stimulated. Miku knew it was cruel, but she craved too much for anything that made her feel intimate with Luka, she craved her too much to help herself. So being embraced when she knew the other woman was in such a carnal state, she wouldn't let it pass. Luka was hesitating to hug her, so Miku decided to take charge and stick herself to her anyways. Luka grabbed her shoulders instantly, but her hands didn't seem to know whether to push her or pull her. There was an awkward silence again.
She felt much more heat than usual emanating from Luka's body. Miku felt the urgent need to tear her nightgown off her body to experience it fully. The hand on Miku's left shoulder, Luka's right hand, was slightly slimy. Miku knew why…and it made her curious and excited. She took a deep breath and took her hand in hers, peeling it off her shoulder. "Hug me?" She brought it to her mouth and kissed her fingers 'innocently'. "Please?"
Luka wanted to die. She felt Miku's lips on her still humid fingers before she could stop her. It took every single ounce of strength in her to not react. "...Y-yes…. Certainly…" She whispered, almost tearing her hand away from Miku's grip. She hugged her tightly, shutting her eyes and trying her best to remain in control.
Miku rested her head against her torso, listening to her erratic heartbeat. She licked her lips and was somewhat disappointed the taste was too faint to make out. She closed her eyes, sighing contently. She had expected to relax into her, as she always did, but the rhythm of Luka's body was distracting her; her hefty breathing, needy embrace, the heavy pounding of her heart. Miku clutched at her right back, pressing her body against hers, making herself quiver with lust. She brushed her lips against her skin 'accidentally'. Luka held her breath.
This situation was completely absurd, Miku thought. She knew both of them were profoundly in love with the other and both of them made themselves sick over the other. And right now, there was nothing they both needed more than to consummate this love. Miku decided she wanted to try and push, hoping her presently foggy mind would make Luka surrender.
"…I know." She declared, her lips on her skin again. She forced her leg between Luka's thighs and pressed it to her, feeling warmth and the humid fabric stick to her thigh. Luka gasped, again sending a shiver down Miku's spine. "I know… about that." Miku specified.
Her body was shaking and she could do nothing but hang on to her, afraid to move. "….I…knew it. You didn't… …have a nightmare…" Luka almost choked on her words. Breathing in to talk was proving difficult, as each intake of air pressed her chest into Miku's body…and even such a small thing was threatening to make her completely lose control.
Miku nodded. "….I'm sorry I lied." She could feel Luka was edging on her limits; this was why she dared to kiss her neck slowly. "I know you were dreaming of me." She wanted to break her resolve, she needed her to crumble and surrender. "… …Why only dream? I'm right here."
Luka was so overwhelmed, she couldn't find it in herself to reprimand her or to push her away. "…I… I know." She only whispered.
Silence once again, and Miku could take no more. She pushed her head up, forcing her into a kiss, and shattered what was left of their restrains. Luka kissed her back, unable to resist, and pulled herself on top in an aggressive motion. Miku managed to keep her leg firmly pressed between the older woman's thighs as she shifted their position. The kiss hastily escalated into unshackled passion. Luka's weight pressing down on her reminded her of the first time they had kissed, and the younger woman pushed against her, wanting like mad to feel the heat and curves of Luka's body even closer. Both of her hands ran down her back, and feeling no bra, Miku suddenly became hyper-aware that Luka wore nothing but a skimpy nightgown and the black lace panties she'd just seen. She felt virtually no barrier and Luka hungrily kissing her back encouraged her to push even more. She shamelessly let one hand go to her chest, massaging freely through the thin silk, almost as if there had been no fabric at all. Luka let her, she even pressed into her touch, moaning in her mouth. Miku could feel her nipple become erect as she worked her chest, and became aware again of the fabric of the other woman's moist underwear sticking to her thigh. She remembered the first time they had kissed, how she had instinctively used Luka's thigh to pleasure herself. She let her other hand trail down the taller woman's spine, sliding it onto her rear, encouraging Luka to move her hips and grind against her. She was delighted to feel her do so, the warm dampness gumming her thigh more with each roll she did with her hips.
Luka opened her mouth to breathe deeper as she kissed her. Miku pulled at the nightgown, trying to yank it off her. Luka's skin heated up to the point where it became moist. Miku's thigh became slick with her wetness as the slow pace of her hips was picking up and Luka gripped desperately at the bed sheets on each side of Miku's head. Miku understood Luka was half-way there and felt electrified knowing she just might climax in her arms. She decided not to think of how wrong things could turn out afterwards, when Luka would be thinking with a clear head. Miku's hand left her chest and she hugged her very tight, moving slightly against her. Luka's heavy panting prevented her to kiss her the way she wanted, so Miku latched herself to her neck. She relished in hearing her heavy, gasping breath in her ear, in feeling her weight push her down against the mattress, in feeling so surrounded by her, at how the pink haired woman seemed to be burning hotter and hotter.
"Miku…" Luka breathlessly whispered her name as she searched to meet her lips again. "Miku…"
The young woman shivered just as she did every time she heard the other woman's voice tainted with desire, she met her lips again and again. "I love you…" Luka added almost inaudibly between kisses.
Miku broke away, her eyes wide.
The indulgent bliss melted off Luka's expression and slipped into shocked realization in a second. She stared back at Miku with equally wide eyes, her body now completely frozen. There was a crushing silence in which both their heavy breathing resonated in the room.
Finally, an unbelieving smile crept on Miku's features; her hands went to the taller woman's cheeks, cupping them gently. "Luka…you…"
She tore away from her touch as if she'd just woken up and weakly lifted herself off the younger woman, putting some distance between them. "…We weren't supposed to…w-we had agreed we wouldn't…" Luka shakily whispered, catching her breath. "…I'm sorry…"
Miku watched her move away, incredulous. Luka slowly got off her, sliding her body to get out of bed, obviously trying to regain some control. Miku sat up and caught her arm before she could stand, forcing her to stay put. "Don't you dare." She murmured, frustration getting her better of her. She couldn't take rejection anymore, not when she pertinently knew Luka returned every ounce of her love and every ounce of her desire. Her hard gaze met the other woman's staggered one. "…Haven't you realized it was too late to start with?" The young woman whispered between clenched teeth, angry. "I can't stop these feelings. Neither can you, no matter how hard you try."
The truth stabbed right at Luka's heart and she couldn't hold her gaze. She was sick and tired of trying to pretend for everyone else that what she felt for Miku wasn't what a woman should feel for another. She felt worn-out and exhausted about fighting to disguise the truth when they both knew, when it only served to hurt Miku and deprive both of them. But she still summoned everything that was left of her resolve to open her mouth and talk. "…We both know, Miku... It's not wise…" She reminded her shakily.
"I don't care!" She shouted, holding back her tears. Her gaze met Luka's again, determined not to back down. "You…keep saying it's your nature to be that way, that…that you want to spare me…but…I… …My nature, Luka, my nature is to want you among everyone in the whole world!"
She held her breath. "…That's a bit-"
"No!" Miku pulled her arm again, crawling closer. "I never felt like this with anyone, I know you never did either, and I know neither of us will ever feel that way with anyone else ever again!" She clutched her arm so tight, she would have been afraid to hurt her had she not been in such a distraught state.
Luka opened her mouth slowly, but shut it again without being able to utter a single word. Miku's expression wouldn't allow her to repeat her already much too worn out explanations.
It was dark in the room, but not dark enough that Miku couldn't see Luka's features, even with the distance. She could see the older woman was shaken. She could see she was at loss and she could see her pain, her fear. It made the young woman's throat tighten, her chest squeezed as if a heavy weight was pushing her down and her previously feverish body suddenly grew cold. But she pushed through her emotions. "I want to be with you!" Her plead wasn't loud, but full of emotion. "I love you…" She added, her voice so much clearer than she expected it to be.
Luka bowed her head slightly, breaking eye contact as she brought a shaking hand to her mouth.
Miku slowly released her arm. "I know you're scared for me, but… but right now it's even worse. I think I'm slowly dying of heartache." She closed in, trying to meet her gaze. "Luka…It's like the butterflies…" She whispered, trying to smile. "I'm… made to be with you. I can't be without you. I have to be with you to be whole." Miku reached for her hand. "…And I know you feel the same. You need me; you're withering away without me." She breathed quietly. Luka finally met her eyes again and Miku could see she was right. Everything that reflected in those beautiful teal orbs confirmed she was right. She felt Luka squeeze her hand softly and it replaced Miku's forced smile with a real one.
"I'm scared too." Miku admitted. "I'm scared like I've never been before…but nothing matters more to me than you. So…I'll be fine, no matter everyone else…no matter the pain or who we could lose…no matter what…" She took a deep, shivering breath. "…I'll be fine, all I need is for you to confirm to me that you, deep down inside, don't think 'we' would be a mistake…" Miku finished, watching her expectantly.
This was Luka's breaking point. "…My god, I don't…of course I don't…" Her answer was as quiet. She was tired of fighting her true feelings, she was tired of pushing Miku away and hurting her, and she had stretched both of their limits well beyond what was reasonable. Luka had tried to keep things as they should be in this society. She hadn't selfishly taken her on the first occasion…but now it would only be downright foolish, even dangerous for both of them if she didn't accept her. "I also believe this is how it should be." She added as she slowly released her hand to bring both of her arms around Miku's body. She pulled her in, having Miku sit on her lap to straddle her. Her hand went to the younger woman's cheek, resting her forehead against Miku's. "Nothing ever felt more right…."
Every time Luka took control, Miku felt herself completely surrender to her. She felt her eyelids grow heavy again, her body warm, fuzzy, lumbering and her breathing deepened. "Then… nothing else matters…." She managed, intoxicated by Luka's simple presence. "I know there's no going back…" Miku breathed heavily, their lips brushing as she softly spoke. "I'm fine with it. I'm so in love with you, I don't care what everyone else will say or think."
She felt Luka nod very faintly and the older woman pressed her lips gently against hers. Miku suddenly felt like she had lost all means of functioning; she was rendered completely incapacitated. Something felt radically different about the way Luka kissed her. Miku had a hard time figuring out how such a chaste kiss could knock her out more than any passionate one they had shared. How this one simple kiss had her melt like it was the first time all over again.
When Luka pulled back to look into her eyes, everything became clear. She read tenderness, warmth and affection like she had never read in anyone's eyes. Miku understood that as the other woman had finally abandoned herself to love, it made this the first time Luka kissed her guiltlessly. It was the first time Luka demonstrated the full extent of her unrestrained feelings. It was the first time Luka let herself enjoy it completely and didn't let culpability pull her away from the pleasure.
Feeling every barrier lifted, understanding she finally had what she had fervently wished for made Miku's eyes water. Her throat was tied and her hands trembled as she ran her fingers through the pink hair. "Can you say it again…?" Miku mouthed with great difficulty, emotion suffocating her.
Luka pulled closer again, brushing her lips against Miku's once more. "I love you." She quietly said. "I always have, ever since we met. Even before, if it's possible." She added. It felt so good to say it, to be free from all the shackles and restraints she had imposed upon herself. Her hands flowed down her back as she stoked it gently.
Miku pulled closer, clinging to her as if she would disappear, as if she was scared this was yet another dream. "…Say it again…" She requested, her voice cracking up.
She gently kissed the side of her head and pushed the teal hair away from her ear to whisper, "I'm in love with you. You are most precious to me, above everyone, above everything."
Miku immediately met her lips with need, yearning for her like never before. The small something that had slowly been burning stronger and stronger with each passing day since she had met Luka seemed to be consuming her body whole now. With the other woman kissing her again without any shame or restrains, it only fuelled her desire to burn brighter. Miku's hands on Luka's waist grabbed at the nightgown, pulling it up to caress the skin on her lower back. She felt her shiver and Luka pulled back from the kiss. It was the first time in a very long time Miku couldn't read her expression. She looked down, embarrassed. "….Luka" Her voice was meek. "I want to pick up where we left off. Please don't deny yourself to me…"
As an answer, Luka pulled her nightgown above her head and threw it to the floor, exposing her whole body save for what the tiny black panties hid. Miku's eyes widened; a hot feeling hit her in her lower stomach, wetting her underwear, and her sense of touch seemed heightened, tingling suddenly.
"I'm done holding back. I'm sorry to have made you wait." Luka's voice was still very quiet, and she waited for Miku to take her in.
The young woman's shivering breathes had picked up speed and her heart hammered in her chest. Her eyes ran over every inch of newly exposed skin, her limbs felt weak and her mouth watered slightly. She wondered how she would be able to touch her, make love to her, if only looking at her debilitated her this much.
After another moment, Luka slowly lay on her back, pulling the young woman on top of her. She raised her hand to her cheek, caressing it, inviting her in for another kiss. Miku complied immediately, she could never have enough. Kneeling on all fours on top of her, both of her hands were in the pink hair as they kissed. Miku then lowered herself to lie completely on top of Luka and hugged her tightly, kissing her again before she pulled back and started trailing kisses south. Her lips brushed against her skin as she followed down her torso, going over her breast. She brought her hand up to feel it once again; she had missed the warm softness so much, even if she only had one chance to explore. She felt Luka press into her touch, and Miku kneaded it a short moment before she removed her hand, instantly replacing it with her mouth. Miku opened up to take the nipple in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue and lightly sucking. Hearing Luka gasp and feeling her body twitch under her only encouraged her. She tightened her embrace, pressing her face against her breast as she licked and sucked eagerly. Luka held her head against her, running her fingers in the teal hair. Miku only moved away to latch onto her other breast, pulling one hand from under her to fondle the flesh her mouth had just left. She felt Luka's breathing pick up again and suddenly wished she had been naked to feel her skin against her body as it heated up again.
Luka seemed to be feeling the same, as her hands now pulled at the shirt she had lent Miku the previous evening. "Take it off…I want to feel you too…" She breathed.
Miku reluctantly detached herself from the other woman and shakily stood on her knees. She pulled the shirt above her head, throwing it to the ground. She had kept both her underwear and bra under her lent nightwear because she hadn't expected to be sleeping in them. She pulled down the shorts and slowly got them off. She felt Luka seize her mostly naked figure and she suddenly felt very self-conscious. Her fingers shaking with nervousness made unclipping her bra tedious, but she managed and also threw it to the ground. She only kept on her simple white panties, as Luka also had her black lace ones on.
Miku had told herself she would never have any complexes again, but as Luka's eyes scrutinized her body, she couldn't help being worried. She knew pertinently what type the other woman found attractive. She knew pertinently she fit that type to a T. But Miku had always been insecure about her small shape, and at that moment she felt scrawny and bony, not very attractive or very womanly…especially compared to Luka. "…w-what do you think…?" She nervously whispered, hoping dearly she wasn't disappointing the other woman.
Luka stayed still a moment, taking her in. Miku's very slim, delicate body looked so graceful. Her small breasts were perky, and her developed hips stood out slightly with her flat stomach. Her thighs were fleshy and curvy enough to be womanly, but still small enough to tally wonderfully with her delicate shape. "You're perfect." She whispered, pulling her hand for Miku to lie back next to her. As she did so, Luka instantaneously had her arms wrapped around her, squeezing her against her own body.
Miku gasped. She immediately returned her embrace; the warmth of the direct skin contact had her completely overwhelmed. She felt completely enveloped in her presence, which caused Miku to stay very still. Feeling their bare skin together, their warmth merging, their bodies fitting perfectly together, Miku was faced again with the realization that Luka truly offered herself to her. She slowly closed her eyes, grasping her. Miku felt absolutely complete. She knew Luka felt the same, as it took a few long minutes for either of them to move again. The taller woman's hands started moving on her back again; she caressed her skin very tenderly, and she slowly pushed Miku onto her back, climbing on top.
Luka slowly kissed down her neck and Miku's tranquility was instantly out the door. Her heart was pounding again as she felt soft lips on her chest. A small voice at the back of her mind nagged at her, making her doubt if it was any use to do this when her breasts weren't that developed, also making her ponder if Luka really could appreciate this when there was nothing much to grope. She felt warm humidity and gentle pulling as the other woman started to gently suck on her; Miku inhaled sharply and her fingers dug in Luka's skin. She whimpered; the sensations were completely new to her. Last time, Luka had stopped where her bra began. Luka continued sucking and her tongue worked wonders. Miku hadn't known touching her chest could feel so good, and she instantly understood that size wasn't linked to sensitivity. She started squirming, moaning and arching her back, pulling Luka closer, caressing her hair, her back, touching every part of her she could reach. Stretching her hands to her ass, she felt the lace fabric and didn't hesitate to slip her fingers underneath to caress the skin.
Luka looked up at her, pausing what she was doing. Miku took the initiative to pull the panties down under her cheeks, slowly. Luka smiled and helped her completely take the small black garment off; she threw it to the ground. She was still laying on her, about to resume what she was doing, but Miku stopped her. "…Can you…let me see?" She whispered. "I…need to see you whole…"
Luka held her breath, immediately fearful. The idea that Miku had gotten scared, told her she needed to see her… and would back down when she fully realized she wasn't 'equipped' the way Miku had always expected her lover to be crossed her mind. She was scared that seeing her completely naked would shake Miku and make her realize she really hadn't been aware enough. Heterosexual couples did glorify the act of penetration after all. Without it, to them a sexual relation wasn't complete. Luka was scared Miku would feel deprived and unsatisfied with the way she could make love to her. She nevertheless stood on her knees in the same fashion Miku had a few moments ago, allowing her to seize her naked body.
She observed the older woman's body again. Luka really was a rare beauty, Miku had never hoped for such a gorgeous lover. Her eyes went down to the neatly trimmed, small patch of pink hair on her crotch. She felt nervous, wondering if she was dreaming again or if Luka would really allow her to touch her most private place. She looked back up at her and saw Luka looked slightly concerned. Her eyes trailed back down to rest between her legs. Seeing her made Miku ponder if she really would be capable of pleasing another woman properly. She didn't want to just lie there and let Luka rub against her again until she was done; she really wanted to be a competent lover, worthy of such an amazing woman. Miku let her fingers brush down the smooth skin of Luka's stomach. She was so tense she gulped as she lowered her hand, feeling Luka's eyes on her.
Luka was startled that Miku reached out to trail her hand down, but it didn't come as a surprise that she couldn't actually touch her. No matter what Miku said and how much she did love her, she knew this was very different from what the young woman had prepared herself for ever since she was mature enough to understand physical relations. Luka didn't mind if it took time for Miku to be able to touch her. "I know it's a big step…and…it's fine if you don't feel you can do it." She quietly commented. "You don't have to force yourself."
She shook her head and glanced back up at Luka. "I'm not forcing myself. I'm just…I'm nervous." Miku honestly stated, looking into her eyes. "I want to be able to make you feel good, and I…don't know if I'll be able to." She explained, sharing her concern.
The pink haired woman was surprised. First by hearing her say her hesitation was only about performance and not a gender problem. Second by the fact that she would be worried about this at all… because said performance had clearly been perfect so far. "…you were doing incredibly well a little earlier…" She offered.
Miku blinked. "I just wanted to touch you…"
Luka wondered what sort of idea Miku had of making love if it didn't come down to this simple thing. "…it was very pleasurable and plenty effective." She still confirmed for her.
She scrunched her nose cutely. "So…I just do what I feel like doing and it seems to work?" It seemed much too easy.
"That's exactly it." She confirmed again. "…Making love is a natural thing, Miku…don't think too much." She reached to pull her in her arms and the younger woman complied immediately, leaning into her. Luka felt only an arm around her and realized Miku had kept her other hand where it had stopped. Miku slowly kissed the skin available to her where her head was against Luka's body, on her stomach, just a little below her breasts and Luka knew the teal haired young woman had decided to take her advice and just do.
Miku slid her fingers lower, running them on the hot and moist pink flesh in a gentle back and forth movement. Luka twitched; her strength was leaving her with each light caress she felt. Feeling her weaken, her body getting heavier in her arms, the younger woman invited Luka to lie back down with her and Luka immediately complied. Miku stuck herself to her instantly, keeping up her light stroking, pleased that she felt the other woman react. They both leaned in to kiss, quickly building the heat back up. Miku pulled back to breathe and looked into her eyes. They gleamed with sensuality, but they weren't wild enough to Miku's liking. The thrust of her hips wasn't ardent enough either. Miku wanted her to lose her mind the way she had when she climbed on top of her earlier. In a slightly rough movement, Miku pushed two fingers in without warning and Luka's peaceful expression changed abruptly. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, her expression was blissful but she repressed any sound, knowing she might have been very loud otherwise.
Miku noticed this. "…don't hold back…I think you have the most beautiful voice in the world, I want to hear it…" She cooed, kissing her neck, sucking lightly on the skin. She felt Luka nod and smiled. Miku started moving her fingers slowly and felt her move with her again. Luka allowed herself to moan very softly.
Inside her felt pretty much exactly like it felt like when Miku touched herself…so she was startled that warm, sticky feeling on her fingers as they slid in was acting as a turn on to her. Since she had experience with herself, she had expected she wouldn't mind the feeling…but she was extremely surprised she was enjoying it this much when, on top of it, she never even expected she would lust for another woman. Miku understood it was simply because it was Luka. This stickiness meant Luka was feeling good, and Miku was relishing in that knowledge. It was a chain reaction. Miku guessed it was also why she loved feeling her hips rock against her hand. She pushed deeper and faster, hungry for more, and Luka's breath was starting to get ragged. She gripped onto her as if she were holding on for dear life. Miku could feel the pink locks of hair tickle her face. Their scent, Luka's incredibly warm body in her arms, her voice as she now gasped; nothing else seemed to exist but her. Miku smiled to herself; this is where they had left off, and this is what she wanted to feel from Luka.
As the heat continued to escalate, sweat pearled on the older woman's skin, and even the air around them seemed to have heated up. Miku moved her head lower, kissing down her chest to push her deeper into pleasure. She took one nipple in her mouth, sucking greedily, and massaged her other breast with her free hand.
Luka's heart raced, her breath was running out, her whole body was sticky with sweat and shaking like a leaf. Miku seemed so small in her arms, yet she was in complete control, driving her so close to her limit. None of her past lovers had managed to take her to this level, and as she rested her cheek on top of the head of teal hair, she told herself that loving her partner indeed changed everything about this act. "Miku..." She moaned, feverish with pleasure, rocking her hips faster and faster. "I …love you.. s-so much" She managed between gasps and moans.
"I love you too…" She whispered back against her breast, completely elated. Miku sneaked her arm from her chest to around her waist to hold her back. She felt Luka tighten around her fingers and watched as a spasm coursed through her body. Her irregular breaths seemed caught in her lungs, and her fingers dug into Miku's skin. Luka trembled for a few seconds and relaxed, exhaling in a low moan. She then lazily opened her eyes to look into hers, still short of breath. Miku slid her fingers out from inside her so she could wrap both her arms around her waist. She felt exhilarated, incredibly excited and very proud of herself.
Luka incited her to move up and kissed her deeply, her body slowing to a normal rate. She pulled back to look into her eyes with such warmth and tenderness, Miku felt her heart flutter. "…It was so foolish to have tried to push you away…" Luka kissed her again. "I'm so sorry I made you suffer…" She entwined her fingers with hers, exhaling lightly.
"Then…make it up to me…" Miku whispered back, a very faint smile dancing on her lips as she leaned in to steal a kiss.
Luka's lips curled into a small grin. "I plan to." She brought Miku's hand to her mouth, kissing it lovingly. "Remember, you told me… that you dreamt about me…?"
Miku nodded, slightly surprised.
"And that… in these dreams, I had done to you… everything two women can do..?" Luka continued, her expression turning smug.
She nodded again, this time lowering her head in embarrassment, but her eyes staying locked with Luka's.
"…What do you want most of all?" She released her hand to caress her hair, trailing her fingers along her jaw. "Anything." Luka added in a whisper.
Miku's expression turned eager and her heart suddenly pounded in her chest. "….anything? Can… c-can I really ask you anything?" She watched the other woman with wide eyes, looking quite excited.
Luka thought it was very cute. "Of course, darling…" She answered, her fingers tracing down her neck amorously.
The young woman swallowed audibly, both expectant and uneasy. "…t-then…then I…. can you… …I'd really… I'm curious so… I'd really like it if you would… … …" She trailed off as she looked away, unable to finish.
Luka raised her head off the pillow and looked at her curiously. Miku's cheeks were rapidly growing a dark shade of red, it made Luka expect something rather debauched. Nevertheless, she actually would do anything to please her. "Don't be shy, I really will do anything you want." She said very soothingly.
She nodded in a slow movement and met her eyes reluctantly. She took a very deep breath. "Okay. Well. If you don't mind, if you do it's fine, I don't need you to but…but if you really don't mind…if you don't think it's disgusting...could you…put your mouth…there?" She pointed down with her index.
Her face stayed blank a second, as she understood what Miku wanted, and then Luka laughed quietly to herself; it was adorable how Miku had been embarrassed for something so simple. Without answering her, she got on top and started to kiss down her body. Luka had fantasized about this so many times she wasn't feeling like she was doing Miku a favor. Oddly, it was in fact quite the opposite.
Miku awkwardly parted her legs to make room for her as Luka slid down, then raised her hips to let her remove her panties. As the other woman threw the garment to the ground and settled back between her legs, she felt very self-conscious again. She found it embarrassing to lay her legs spread the way they were, and almost humiliating to have Luka scrutinize this part of herself, especially since she had been so turned on. She knew she was soaked, and Miku suddenly wondered what possessed her to ask Luka to do something so dirty. She was about to back down and tell her not to, she saw Luka lick her lips between the kisses she trailed down her stomach, nearing her crotch. She noticed she seemed very willing, eager even, as she very slowly got further down. So Miku stayed silent, telling herself she might not be asking for something too lewd after all.
Miku's thighs were now resting on her shoulders, and Luka could feel the young woman's body tremble in anticipation. She gave a wet kiss on the burning hot, moist pink skin. Miku's whole body buckled as she whimpered. Luka reached for her hand, giving her something to hold on to, and Miku entwined her fingers with hers. She then gave a very long lick, parting her with her tongue and Miku squeezed her hand much tighter, trying to keep her body still. Luka smiled to herself, loving her intense reactions, and decided to properly get to work. She licked and sucked alternately, exploring everywhere before she let her tongue trace around her clit. She opened her mouth wide, took as much flesh as she could in her mouth, sucking and rubbing her tongue against it. Miku was shaken by a tremendous spasm, and let out a very loud, surprisingly low moan. Luka had never heard her voice sound so adult; she was used to a very cute high pitch. It turned her on and made her double up her efforts.
Miku wasn't able to prevent the slow and primal thrust of her hips that met and followed each suction she felt, even if she knew moving around like she was might complicate things for Luka. She hesitantly brought a hand to her head, feeling the need to hold it against herself, but at the same time not wanting to push Luka's face into her and make it uncomfortable. She felt her stop sucking and instead lowered her tongue, pushing it inside her. Miku thought she would lose her mind. She was quickly running out of breath, her limbs were starting to go numb, her whole body was drenched in sweat and she couldn't stop her back from arching. Luka was playing with her, twirling her tongue, and Miku was doing everything she could to hold her own. She didn't want to climax so fast, she wanted the pleasure to go on forever. The pink haired woman pulled back a second to raise her head back up, sucking on her as she did earlier. She placed a finger where her tongue was only moments before and slowly began going in and out.
Miku could take no more and she felt all her muscles starting to grow stiff. "I love you I love you I love you" She chanted repeatedly like a mantra, clutching her head, pushing with her hips against her mouth. She tensed considerably, shaking and holding her breath for a second. Then she went limp. Luka smiled.
The pink haired woman climbed back up and pushed away the locks of teal hair sticking to her face from the sweat. Miku's whole body was flushed; she thought it was awfully cute. Luka observed the expression of bliss on Miku's face and thought to herself that she couldn't ask for more. "Would you allow me to kiss you?" She whispered, still playing in her hair.
"…why do you have to ask?" Miku mumbled, between heavy expirations, painfully opening her eyes.
"Miku...I just…" Luka smiled. "I loved going down on you, but I don't know how you feel about a kiss after that."
"….oh…" Miku thought it through a short moment. "…I don't care." She dragged her closer and kissed her without a hint of shame. Her breathing was gradually slowing back to normal.
Luka returned the kiss, never having enough. She loved the feeling of her body against hers, whether she be soft as she usually was, or sticky with sweat as she was now. Luka caressed the teal hair and pulled back only to kiss her neck softly, feeling her lover's body begin to slow down under her. Her own body was back to the start though. Miku's responses to her ministrations had excited her and she couldn't stop touching her, she couldn't help continuing her caresses. Her fingers traveled on her skin, making her nails scrape very lightly, tickling her from time to time. She needed her, she craved to be touched again, but she didn't dare ask for more. She knew the last weeks had been rough on Miku and she really was afraid of exhausting her.
The teal haired young woman lazily wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging weakly. "wow…" She breathed, still in awe of the intense orgasm she had, still trying to get back to earth. "…wow. Can I get that often?" She slurred, a beatific smile on her lips.
"Every day, if you want to." Luka chuckled, nibbling at her neck.
"…can we really have sleepovers every day?" Miku closed her eyes again, letting her do as she pleased.
"…as much as I would love to fall asleep next to you every night, I don't believe we'll be able to just yet. But…I still can give you this every day, even if we can't be sleeping over…" Luka grinned. "I just need us to be alone for about twenty minutes."
Miku's eyes snapped open, blushing at the idea. "You mean…" She raised her head to look down at her, Luka was now kissing her chest again. "You mean, during day time, somewhere else…?"
The older woman met her eyes, her lips still brushing against her skin were curled into a very suggestive smirk. "At work if you want me to, for example." Her eyes were gleaming with lust, she knew, but still she held her lover's stare.
Miku read this look instantly and she knew the pink haired woman was very serious. She decided she would take her up on this suggestion at some point. Her hands traveled up her back and she played in her hair. "Luka…?"
She was sucking on her skin, making love bites on her chest. "mm?"
There was a pause before she decided to ask. "Can I try it on you?"
"Try what, darling?" She questioned before picking another spot to suck on.
"…what you just did to me." Miku clutched her closer, Luka having found a very sensitive spot on her neck.
She sucked until she made sure she left a mark. "Sure." She moved her own hair away from her neck as she offered it to Miku.
Miku didn't move, staying silent a second. She trailed her fingers on her neck. "That's not what…I meant. I mean, I'd do that too, but I…I… what I meant was…" She sighed, hating how hard she found it to express herself. "What you did just before that. I want t-to…try that."
Luka's eyes widened slightly and she met her gaze. She had never dared imagine Miku ever wanting to give her oral. No matter how much she loved her, Luka had thought it would be repulsive for a fundamentally straight girl. "Are you sure you want to…?" She gawked at her, incredulous. Miku just stared back, completely motionless. She didn't look too sure why Luka needed to confirm this. "I mean…you're not…" The pink haired woman started, about to explain her hesitation, but the stern look Miku now gave her reminded her of what the young woman had declared. Miku had said it was her nature to love her. Luka stayed quiet again another moment, her eyes still on Miku's. "…If you really want to, when you feel ready…then I would love for you to."
Miku smiled widely. She instantly extracted herself from under her and pushed Luka on her back, starting to make her way down.
"Wait, now?" She was a little staggered.
"Yes, now." Miku pouted. "You had that look in your eyes. I know you've been wanting more." She added, letting her lover know she had seen that lustful look as she made the love bites.
Luka blushed slightly. "But…" She shook her head as if to clear her mind. "But...aren't you tired…?"
The young woman frowned. "No. You are?"
She blinked, confused. "No, but..."
Miku's frown deepened. "But?"
Luka sighed softly. "…you fainted today, Miku…remember?" She ran her fingers in the teal bangs. "I don't want you to strain yourself."
She smiled, understanding her concern. "I'm fine, don't worry." With this, she kissed down her stomach in the same fashion Luka had done her. "I told you your arms and your lips would heal me… so I'm definitely in good shape right now." She kissed under her bellybutton, and stopped as she approached her goal. She rested her forehead against her stomach and closed her eyes. She had had dreams of Luka doing it to her, but she had never pictured herself doing this. Only a few moments earlier, as Luka had kissed her and allowed Miku to taste herself, did she realize she might be able and willing to do it. Moreover, the more she thought about it, the more she understood she wanted to know Luka's taste. After all, that was what she had searched to do when she kissed the fingers Luka had touched herself with in her sleep. Furthermore, she was curious about the stickiness she felt as she pumped her fingers into her, which somehow had turned her on so much more.
She got down further and with both her thumbs, she spread her to look at the pink flesh in detail. She heard Luka hold her breath. She rubbed one of her thumbs on her. It was slippery and hot. Then Miku closed in to give a first lick and felt Luka's hand go to her head, caressing her teal hair. The taste was peculiar, but she decided she liked it. She gave another lick and Luka twitched. Miku decided to try and imitate what Luka had done on her, and explored, licking and sucking lightly before going to the small bulge she felt.
"…Oh, yes…" Luka moaned deeply, as Miku started playing with her clit.
Hearing her, Miku's lust increased tenfold. When the other woman's voice was tainted with longing, and when she made those types of sounds, it drove her crazy with desire. She would always want to hear more, and she would always feel her own sex heat considerably. Miku sucked eagerly, rubbing her tongue, and when she felt Luka's reactions grow even more, she got down slightly and pushed her tongue in as far as she could, feeling heat and wetness smother all around her mouth as she did so. It smelled musky yet sweet and hot. Both of Miku's arms went around her thighs, holding her as she curled her tongue, exploring inside her as much as she could. Miku became excited when she felt Luka gradually part her legs wider as she lost herself in the sensations. She loved that she felt Luka's body tremble with pleasure. Most of all, she adored Luka's hands in her hair, needily tugging closer yet still lovingly caressing her teal locks. Miku pulled away just enough to lick her lips, and dug back in, Luka moaned and bucked her hips. She noticed the other woman's breathing was ragged again, and her burning skin was dripping with sweat. Not long after, she tensed and quivered uncontrollably. Miku noticed the taste had instantly gotten sweeter and Luka moaned Miku's name loudly before her body collapsed. The pink haired woman was motionless save for her heavy breathing, and Miku decided to climb back on top of her. She lay on her damp body and looked into her dazed eyes. Luka smiled tiredly, clearly satisfied.
"You're unbelievable…" She whispered breathlessly, one arm going around her waist and the other cupping Miku's cheek gently. Luka pressed her lips against hers tenderly, and Miku opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. When she pulled back, she smiled at her again. "…I thought you'd be more reluctant to do something like that…but you went all out."
Miku kissed her again. "It wasn't hard…I…could have went on…I was enjoying it." She sheepishly grinned as she confessed this. She herself was surprised; she never thought she would enjoy or even want to go down on anyone. The idea had always felt so obscene, so filthy…she was so ashamed when she started fantasizing about Luka doing it to her. But as Luka willingly did it a moment ago, and seemed to enjoy doing it…and it felt so good and natural…it completely made her change her mind about the foulness of it. And when she tried it, she had no idea why she made such a big deal out of it. "I'm surprised I enjoyed it as much I did, b-but I really did enjoy it."
Luka raised her eyebrows. "…I have to say, I'm also surprised. You were quite reluctant to ask for it and I…noticed how uncomfortable you were until I started. And then…well, because I'm a woman, I really didn't think you'd…" She said the last part more quietly.
"But it's you." Miku countered. "I…I really can't picture myself doing it to anyone else, women or men, it feels gross. But I…I really love knowing you're feeling good...and I think I do love everything about you, no exception." She explained without reserve.
Cupid's arrow pierced her heart again right on the spot, and Luka hugged her tightly. "You really are too sweet and too adorable." She whispered. "I don't deserve you." She added, both of her hands in the teal hair.
"Stop it…" Miku returned the embrace with the same need. "I don't ever want to hear you say that again." She also was whispering, but the tone of her voice was firm. She then kissed her very tenderly, against all the ardent desires burning inside her, trying to express all the affection she held for her.
Luka's embrace loosened and she relaxed as she kissed her back. She felt Miku caress her still moist skin. It rapidly dried as she cooled down. She also ran her fingers across her, and noticed Miku's skin was feverishly hot. Luka smiled in the kiss and pulled back slightly. "…doing that to me… did it…excite you?" She quietly asked, her eyes still closed, her lips still brushing against hers.
"…A lot." Miku smiled guiltily and moved her face to her neck, burying it in her hair. "I'm…I need it again. I…really understand…after doing it to me…how you felt." The pink locks of hair smelled of Luka's incredibly sweet and warm scent, and Miku could hear her breath in her ear. Her body heated even more and she felt dizzy. "I need you. Please…?" She muttered.
Luka carefully turned the both of them around to lie on top. "It would be my pleasure." She breathed in her ear.
"T-this time…could you… ….use your fingers…?" Miku requested before Luka moved again. "I…absolutely loved w-what you did, but I…this time, I really w-wish to hold you and, and kiss you…w-when I… … … …w-when…" She explained awkwardly, unable to finish her sentence.
"When you cum?" Luka suggested, pushing two fingers inside her.
She shut her eyes and clutched her instantly. "Uun!" Miku acquiesced uneasily, resting her forehead against Luka's neck. She felt her fingers start to move slowly, and she became aware of Luka's body all over again. Her generous curves, her soft chest squeezed on hers, her silky pink hair falling over them creating a comfortable veil around the both of them. Luka's skin was so soft again, the sweat having completely dried. Miku found it odd she couldn't smell sweat on Luka even with her face pressed against her neck and chest the way it was, but it pleased her quite a lot. Luka still smelled incredibly good.
The young woman moved her hips steadily, matching the pace of her hand. She was reminded of the very first time she had truly fantasized about Luka. In that fantasy, this was what she was doing to her; lying on top, completely overwhelming her. Her warm embrace, her breathing in her ear, her weight pushing her down, her lips searing kisses on her skin, her fingers deep inside her…it was too quickly pushing her close to the edge. This is how she fantasized it would feel to be with her. In fact, it was even better than what she thought, since Luka clearly knew what she was doing. Her fingers were pumping and twisting, and she reached to what Miku now guessed had to be her G-spot. It resounded throughout her entire body each time Luka hit that spot, and she held her tighter every time, panting and moaning. When Miku would touch herself, she did so a bit clumsily and very quickly, much more out of need for relief than in real pleasure. She had no idea it could be so good.
"Luka…" She gasped, her lungs seemingly paralyzed by the sensations. "…S-say it…again…" She requested with great difficulty, her hips almost thrashing against her fingers.
She closed in, approaching her lips. "I love you." She whispered hotly, pushing harder.
Miku crashed her lips against hers and held her very tight as her body shook violently. Her toes curled and her fingers dug into Luka's back, her heart beat so hard she could hear it. After a few seconds, her body gave in, exhausted. Their lips were still locked, but as her body's rhythm slowed, Miku kissed her more tenderly. It was a few minutes of gentle kisses before Luka pulled back to gaze at her, a fond smile playing on her lips. She bent to kiss her neck lovingly and Miku exhaled, feeling her throat tighten up with emotion. "…I'm happy." She said, a little out of the blue. She felt Luka stop her treatment to rise back up to meet her eyes. The older woman's turquoise orbs were so warm and loving, Miku's heart fluttered again. She really couldn't believe her wishes had been granted. She tightened her hold on Luka again.
"I'm glad. I really am too." Luka smiled, her hand cupping her cheek. She observed her in silence for a short moment. "Thank you…for having fought so hard for us…" She added. "…for having fought me so hard for us." She then specified, her voice very quiet. Miku nodded and she rested her forehead against hers. "…I swear from now on, I will never let you fight alone." Luka finished, giving her a lingering, very soft kiss.
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Luka's breathing had slowed enough for Miku to believe she was asleep; her chest's rhythm against her back was lengthy yet faint. The other woman's long, thin arm around her waist wasn't clutching her anymore, and Miku sat up very slowly. The room was still very dark, but looking out the window, Miku could see the sun's faint light in the low horizon. Dawn was coming, meaning their moment of peace was coming to an end. Now that she wasn't soaking in Luka's overwhelming love, now that she had time to take everything in, now that she had time to truly reflect on what the future might look like…she felt her stomach stir with anxiety. She knew things would start to get rough again as soon as she'd step out of her lover's apartment.
Miku turned slightly to take a look at Luka's sleeping form. The teal haired young woman was in awe at how someone could be so naturally beautiful even in such a dishevelled state. She ran her fingers on her naked, still very hot skin; Miku's throat tightened. She didn't want the day to come. She didn't want this moment to end. She didn't want to leave her bed. She didn't want to be anywhere else but in her arms. Above all, she didn't want to walk out in the world's daylight and have to pretend she didn't care as much as she did for the woman sleeping by her side.
She knew they would have to pretend that they were still playing the game their manager had asked of them, and she had no idea where she would find the strength to pull away from Luka enough for their relationship to look 'normal'. She thought it was unfair, because she knew in a man-woman relationship they would have been able to live it freely. But that's not how it worked for same-sex couples. She understood that she and Luka would have to fight to be together, there would be complications for the simplest things, some people would be pointing their fingers at them, she would lose friends… and telling her parents scared her so much she wanted to cry. She also knew that even if their 'pretending' had gone over well with most of her own fans, it was considered some sexy fanservice; coming out seriously wouldn't be as fine. She felt a wave of cold wash her over.
But even then…even with all things considered, Miku knew with every fiber of her being that she was in her right place. No matter what others could think or what prejudice there was, this was how things were supposed to be. Luka was her perfect match, no matter what others said about it. Miku absolutely hated that Luka and her would have to fight such a war just to be able to love each other. Wasn't love supposed to be a beautiful, freeing thing? So why would they be judged? So why should they be judged? Their relationship was much more loving than a lot of straight couples! Why were abusive relationships deemed more normal than theirs? Why were young gold diggers marrying old men deemed more normal than them? Why were things so backwards and illogical?
Before she knew it, she was shivering. Big tears rolled down her cheeks, and her stomach was full of lead. She started bending over slightly to hold herself, and in a moment, she felt Luka's arms pull her to her. She hadn't heard her wake, but she welcomed her warmth. She needed it like never before, and she immediately held onto her.
"Why?" Miku sobbed. "I-I d-don't understand…! W-why i-is it supposed t-to be wrong…?" She hiccupped, shaking uncontrollably. "It f-felt so…so right!" Her lips desperately explored her skin again, searching to confirm it for herself. "…It…feels so r-right…" She whispered.
Luka soothingly stroked her hair. "It does…" She agreed, her voice calm and soothing.
Miku rubbed her face against her neck, wetting her skin with her tears. "…W-why does it matter… that we're both women..? We're human, w-we both feel love…and w-we were able t-to make love! Why c-couldn't we be lovers…?" She angrily asked, knowing there was no valid answer to her question.
Luka stayed silent, hugging closer as she combed her hair lovingly.
"It's not fair!" Miku sobbed again.
"I know…" She quietly answered.
"I love you so, so much…" Miku cried harder, tightening her grip even more.
Luka kissed the top of her head softly. "I do too." She whispered. "Everything will be fine, don't worry…." She added. Luka's voice was very soft, very even, very comforting.
It compelled Miku to pull herself up and kiss her, needing to forget everything but her. She heatedly kissed her and brought both hands to cup her cheeks. What she discovered made her slow considerably. Luka's cheeks were wet and Miku realized she was also crying.
- Continued in ch.11