A/n: A direct continuation of the previous chapter, with some mildly nsfw-ish (you really have to squint) scenes, this was written for Day 8 of Mimato Week 2021, where the prompt was 'Sexy'.

Thank you to Sweet Cari and tiyaara for the lovely reviews.

2. Un-dress

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The sound of the lock clicking as soon as Yamato shut the door behind him was drowned out by the music that bellowed from the floor below. The walls and the door of the room they had just stepped into seemed to be reverberating lightly from the intensity of the noise coming from the party currently ongoing in their living room. As soon as the reception party at their wedding venue had finished, the younger crowd in the array of guests had decided to move the party to the couple's newly inaugurated house, and at first the whole thing had worried Yamato because he didn't want to make a bad impression in the neighbourhood during their first week here, but as was the case in most decisions that involved a persuasive Mimi and Taichi, the blond ceded to their demands, eventually all the regret disappearing from his mind once he'd downed a bottle of champagne all by himself.

The amount of alcohol that was flowing around their living room did however make Yamato suspicious about just how impromptu this party was, and the level of involvement Taichi, Takeru and possibly Mimi had had in stocking up on the liquor beforehand without him knowing. The suspicion faded soon, under the influence of alcohol of course, but also because just when he was about to question Mimi about whether this party was indeed pre-planned, she dragged him up to their bedroom to help her change into something more comfortable as she was afraid of spilling drinks on her wedding dress and ruining it.

"Okay, pick quickly, the pink one or the black one?"

Mimi emerged from her walk-in closet, holding a dress in each hand and passed Yamato an expectant look as she tapped her feet impatiently. As much as Yamato was used to weighing in on her outfit decisions, the exhaustion of the entire day and the drowsiness from the drinking finally caught up to him in the somewhat peaceful atmosphere of their bedroom and he shrugged, "Either is fine."

"Ugh, I knew I should've come up to change before Takeru started that drinking game, or better yet dragged him up here with me." She groaned, heading back into her closet exasperatedly.

"Wow, Mimi. We've only been married for a few hours, and you already want to pick my brother over me." Yamato commented dryly, as he followed her and leaned against the doorframe of the closet, watching her attempt to pick one dress out of the hundreds she owned in a drunken daze with a tired, but amused smile on his lips.

"Ha ha. I definitely did not marry you for your dashing sense of humour." Mimi retorted, turning for a brief moment to make a face at him, which only made him smirk out of habit.

"Why the rush, though? I don't think the party's leaving our house until tomorrow morning." Yamato muttered, turning to eye their bed longingly, he didn't think anyone would mind if he decided to take a short nap before heading back down.

He shook his head lightly, to get rid of the sleepiness and get some clarity, then with a refreshed mind, looked at the two dresses Mimi had shown him earlier, and attempted to make a wild guess about which dress she had wanted him to pick.

"Oh my god! Did you not see it? We finally have a chance to meet six-drinks Sora today!" Mimi exclaimed as she pondered over a new outfit she had pulled out from one of the shelves, "I for one, do not want to miss her appearance. She barely drank at my bachelorette, I don't even remember the last time Sora had more than three drinks."

Yamato wanted to remark how that was mostly because Mimi usually beat anyone and everyone around her when it came to downing drinks, but he held his tongue. Instead, he gave the two dresses another once over and decided to play his cards right, "Go with the pink one. I mean, no one can ever go wrong with pink, right?" He repeated the statement she used more often than not, when picking anything from clothes to furniture.

Immediately Mimi stopped rummaging through her clothes and turned to look at him wide-eyed, gradually a smile spread across her face as she clapped her hands together in satisfaction, "I knew I picked the right brother."

Yamato rolled his eyes at her response and started to exit from the closet to give her space to change but Mimi frantically gestured for him to stop.

"I need help getting these out of my hair." She said, pointing to the roses that were still intact on her head. Yamato nodded and walked up to her as she settled comfortably on the stool in front of her dressing table, smiling at him through her reflection in the mirror that stood tall at the table. Diligently he followed her instructions, and with as much gentle care as he could manage, he picked the roses out of her hair one by one.

He was a bit unsure about when it exactly happened or what caused it, it could've been the strong scent of Mimi's perfume mixing with the scent of the flowers and intoxicating him in a way the liquor he'd been drinking hadn't managed to. Or the shiver that ran across Mimi's body when his fingers accidentally brushed across the length of the nape of her neck. Or it could've also happened when his eyes fell on the gold ring that rested snugly across his finger, reminding him that they had crossed into the final threshold of their relationship and nothing could come between them now. But once the thought of finally being alone with Mimi after sharing a kiss at the altar registered in his head, Yamato abandoned everything else that came to his mind.

As soon as Mimi kept the last rose on the table in front of her, Yamato, without hesitation hooked his fingers under the shoulder straps of her dress and slipped them down. He heard Mimi's breath get caught in her throat, and her body become taught under his touch. He watched her face's reflection in the mirror, smirking when patches of red appeared all over her smooth, cream-coloured skin. Yamato knelt down on his knees, running both his hands all over her now bare back, thinking back to how just hours ago he'd thought about tracing his name across it.

Mimi let out a restrained whimper and in between ragged breaths managed to speak in a quiet tone, "There are other people in our house!"

"So? I'm just helping you change."

Despite her protest, Mimi stayed seated on the stool and made no movement to resist him, when he locked eyes with her through the mirror, he could see her caramel eyes were burning with anticipation over his next move, so Yamato smiled to himself before obliging her. He pressed his lips against the small of her back, leaving a trail of fluttering kisses across her skin as he slowly stood up again, pausing for a moment when he reached her neck, savouring the taste of her skin by letting his lips linger there for a while, only pulling away when a soft moan from Mimi reached his ears.

He straightened himself up while his fingers threaded through Mimi's coral locks, undoing the braid with utmost care and eventually allowing her curls to cascade freely across her shoulders. He noticed her eyes fluttering shut and her lips parting as he bent forward and tucked away all the loose strands that had fallen across her face, safely behind her ears. Being so close to her face made all the blood rush to his head, pushing any remnants of restraint out of his mind. Yamato hastily put a finger under Mimi's chin and lifted her face up so he could press his lips down on hers as quickly as possible.

Once their lips met, Yamato knew that every other thought took a backseat for both of them, as they rushed to pull each other into their arms. Mimi finally left her seat on the stool, turning to stand so she was facing him and could easily snake her arms around his neck, Yamato helped her by tightly wrapping his own around her waist, pushing her into his embrace as he nibbled on her lips to ask for permission to allow him to go a step further. He felt her smile against his lips and chin as she teased him for a moment by almost pulling away, before she parted her lips completely, letting Yamato slip his tongue into her month. He tasted the tequila Mimi had so confidently devoured and wondered for a brief moment how she could stand the raw taste of this drink, he knew then that the only way he could ever tolerate tequila from now on was if he tasted it through her lips.

In his hunger to savour each and every inch of Mimi's mouth, Yamato didn't notice that he had managed to push her dress further down and it was now desperately clinging to her frame at her waist, crumpled in a way that he knew Mimi wouldn't be happy to see when she'd be sober again. But he didn't have much time to ponder on such things as Mimi herself had slowly worked her way through most of his shirt buttons, his coat and waistcoat already lying at their feet on the floor. As Mimi eagerly pressed her bare chest against his, Yamato readied himself to lift her up and carry her to their bed so they could get down to it without further ado-

But before he could do anything, a loud banging reached their ears and made the two jump in surprise, before breaking away from each other's hold, gasping for air as they stared wide-eyed at each other. The banging continued, cursing under his breath Yamato hastily redid some of his shirt buttons and stomped out of the closet towards their bedroom door. In one furious gesture, he pulled open the door, ready to strangle the person who dared to interrupt this moment.

On the other side of the door stood an equally annoyed Taichi, who without bothering to read Yamato's face first, blurted out his question, "What are you guys doing up here?"

"Taichi, what do you think we are doing up here?" Yamato hissed at him, gesturing wildly at his unkempt appearance. It still took a minute for his best friend to make the right connection, however.

"Oh." Taichi murmured, inching away from the room door as realisation hit and he noticed the wrath on Yamato's face.

Luckily for Taichi, Mimi stepped out from the closet at the moment, fully clad in the pink dress he had picked out for her earlier with her hair still retaining the messy look caused by their intimate moment. She peeked at Taichi from behind Yamato's seething figure, raising a questioning eyebrow at his presence.

"Sora's looking for you Mimi chan," Taichi announced, grateful that the brunette had chosen to come out before Yamato could get his hands on his neck, "She wants you to pull out your Karaoke machine." He added with a grin.

Yamato's heart sunk to his chest as Mimi squealed loudly in his ear before excitedly pushing past him to head back downstairs to witness the much awaited appearance of six-drinks Sora. Still in his heart he knew that neither Mimi nor Sora were to blame for the dreadful interruption of what could've possibly been the best sex of his life, the one who deserved the blame and his murderous glares was Taichi, for not possessing a single ounce of intelligence in that big head of his.

"Jeez Yamato, if looks could kill." Taichi scoffed at him, as the two made their way back to the party together and Yamato refused to let up on glaring daggers in his best friend's direction.

"No Taichi, if looks could kill, I would've murdered you when we were 11."

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A/n: Taichi being my saving grace and making sure that I don't have to write nsfw content lol. Just two more updates from the tumblr collection and then I'll move on to the new stuff for Mimato Year!