Day 5 of Naegiri Week! This one is one of my favorites. Another chapter with some sexual content in it. Significantly heavier than the rest of the themes too. Like Resist, this one was based on a scrapped idea I had for Moving Forward. I'm glad I got the chance to write it out. This is basically one long-ass headcanon and character interpretation in the form of a fic. And also a pretty short fic. Enjoy.
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Makoto and Kyoko Kirigri had a very intimate relationship. Not just in the sexual sense, of course. They were both very open with each other, they spent most of their time together, they did all the things that lovers generally do, and they were happy together.
But they were very intimate in the sexual sense as well. Of course, when two people love each other as much as these two did, it's perfectly natural for them to express their love physically. They had a rather healthy sex life, and they spent a fair bit of time doing it.
Naturally, it wasn't all about love, however. They were both healthy adults with urges that needed to be satisfied, and they were both rather attractive, even more so when viewed through the eyes of someone in love. They often flirted with each other, trying out different… "methods" to keep things fresh, to varying degrees of success. There was also a more primal aspect to their sexual relationship.
There is a phenomenon (colloquially known as "Glad-To-Be-Alive Sex") in which, after surviving a near-death experience, people tend to celebrate by making love, a completely sensible way of celebrating. What better way to celebrate life than to take part in one of the liveliest activities two people can participate in? Makoto and Kyoko essentially experienced a long-term version of this phenomenon.
Having survived not one, but two killing games, and having spent most of the time in between at a job which lent itself to near-death experiences, they had both built up quite a bit of frustration which needed to be released. Kyoko in particular had come dangerously close to death, close enough that some would argue she had died and come back to life rather than just "coming close". So of course, once they had finally admitted their feelings for each other and entered a relationship, it wasn't long before they began to...celebrate. In truth, both of them would readily admit that the only reason they had not done it on the boat ride back home after the Final Killing Game was that Kyoko's need to recover outweighed their own urges, and once she was healthy enough once again, they began making up for lost time.
They both expected the urge to remind each other and themselves that they were still alive to fade away with time, and to an extent, it did, but never completely. Even years into their marriage, there were still moments when the weight of everything they had been through came crashing down on them, and they sought out relief in each other. It wasn't just making up for lost time, it was preparing for the future. They both knew what it was like to feel the pain and regret of never being able to see the one you loved again, they had both experienced it, so they wanted to make sure that if the time ever came when they were torn apart again, that they had as few regrets as possible.
There was also the fact that they never suffered from nightmares when they slept after making love. This in and of itself was the reason behind many of their nights of passion. Oftentimes if they had been experiencing troubled thoughts, or if they had been suffering from nightmares the day before, or even if they had just woken up from a nightmare and wanted to be sure that their sleep was restful for the rest of the night, they would make love to each other in order to ward off the nightmares. Most of the time they didn't even need to talk about it. After spending so much time together, they had already learned how to speak to each other through actions and body language. A kiss in just the right spot, a hand that wandered just enough to ask for permission without being invasive, a hug that was just a bit tighter than usual. They had many ways of asking each other for comfort.
So while it was certainly born of love, their sex life wasn't driven entirely by love. It certainly wasn't love that drove them to abandon all their work in the middle of the day so that they could lock themselves in her office and fuck each other against a wall, not even bothering to undress and screaming out each other's names as they took full advantage of the soundproofed room.
They did it because when they became one they didn't need to worry about the past or future. They didn't have to worry about their trauma, or scars, or nightmares, or brushes with death, or mistakes, or regrets, or fears, or Despair, or Hope, or enemies, or friends, or the people they had lost along the way, or their work, or their insecurities, or all the people who looked up to and relied on them, or the people who were hiding and lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to take away everything they cherished once again, or the possibility that each time they saw each other might be the last.
They did it because in the heat of the moment, the only thing they had to worry about was each other.
I don't know why so many of my ideas for writing Naegiri have to do with their sex life. Maybe it's just because I ship them REALLY hard, or maybe it's because I think they really need to be happy. Or maybe it has to do with this headcanon. Who knows.
