Touch.
Touch is an ever-present constant in every human's life. It is given to us at birth as a part of the building blocks of our connection to the world, to help us build a cohesive picture of the stuff surrounding us without the use of sight, a tactile sensation that is spread throughout our entire body. Running our fingers along the smooth surface of a polished rock, feeling the gentle wind caress our cheeks, the soothing feeling of a mother's embrace, touch can help us become more intimate with the world and the people that inhabit it.
But, touch can also be scary. The sensation of touch, of feeling, is invariably linked with pain. Each velvety petal of a rose comes with prickly thorns that will pierce your flesh. From errant scratches to vicious slaps, touch is a catalyst for hurt as physical pain leads to emotional scars, be it from another or even from yourself it doesn't matter. At some point, everyone feels pain.
Rearranging her skirt, the soft fabric gently caressing the sensitive skin of her thighs, Mizuki shifted awkwardly on the rough surface of the park bench, the pink-haired girl trying to find a more comfortable seating position. Shifting her butt back a bit, the fashion-loving girl sighed in relief as the movement inadvertently straightened out her skirt, Mizuki leaning against the backrest with a content grin.
Now that she was comfortably seated, no more nagging folds and creases rubbing awkwardly against her butt, Mizuki turned her head toward where her girlfriend had disappeared moments earlier, the pink-haired fashionista impatiently tapping her palms against her legs as she awaited Ena's return. The brown-haired artist had excused herself a little while ago, stating there was something she needed to grab at the nearby convenience store, Ena having refused to answer just what it was, simply shooting her girlfriend an annoyed glare before stomping off in a huff, completely ignoring Mizuki's request of coming along.
So, Mizuki waited, delightfully shaded by the surrounding trees, her mind wandering from topic to topic, eventually settling on the sensation we know as touch. Rubbing her finger along the soft fabric of her skirt, the fashion-conscious girl's expert fingers were able to discern the high-quality threading and design of her chosen attire, Mizuki thought about how touch had always been a foreign concept to her. While, yes, she was able to feel things, her cat tongue a nagging reminder of such, the idea of touch, of making intimate contact with another, save for occasional hugs from her sister, was something she never truly experienced.
That is, not until Ena came into her life.
Staring off into the distance, pink eyes watching some beautiful flowers sway gently in the breeze, Mizuki thought about how wonderful Ena's touch was. Through her harsh demeanor, with her biting tongue and sharp glare, it would be hard for people to guess that, like her gentle brushstrokes while she's painting, Ena's touch was sweet, loving, and tender. Be it a light stroke of the cheek with her thumb or how carefully she would move a strand of hair covering Mizuki's face, Ena treated her delicately and softly, like she was the most precious thing in the world.
Ena made her feel warm and loved, her heart fluttering with every errant touch or passionate embrace, her girlfriend making her feel…special, beautiful. Feeling Ena's arms around her as she drifts off to sleep, her breath lightly grazing the back of her neck as she snuggles in close, her short, brown hair lightly tickling her bare skin. Ena's lips delicately placing kisses along her stomach, her hand intertwined with her own, the pair locked in an embrace only lovers share, everything her girlfriend did made Mizuki feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
The one who got to feel Ena's loving touch.
"Mizuki?"
Blinking rapidly in surprise, Mizuki was pulled from her daydream by a strong, yet lovely, voice gently calling her name, warm, delicate fingers lightly cupping her cheek causing the fashion-loving girl to raise her head. Sparkling pink met soft chocolate brown as Ena leaned a bit closer, a hint of worry clear in her eyes as she gently stroked the pink-haired girl's cheek with her thumb, a soft blush coloring Mizuki's cheeks as a gentle warmth pooled in her stomach.
Ena was so beautiful.
"Mizuki? Are you ok?"
Eyes widening briefly in surprise, Mizuki felt a couple of stray tears burn in the corner of her eyes, a brilliant smile, full of joy and love curling on the pink-haired girl's lips as she placed her hand over Ena's. Burying her face into Ena's hand, placing a delicate kiss on her palm, Mizuki turned toward her girlfriend, gracing the brown-haired artist with a beautiful smile.
"Yeah, I'm great. I've got you."
A/N: The gentle touch of one you love.
We in fluff town now. In this chapter we have Mizuki ruminating about the idea of touch and feeling and how that pertains to her relationship with Ena. Of course, with anything between these two, it always comes back to being madly in love lol.
Will be a couple days until the next chapter so hope you look forward to it!