A/N: So so sorry for the late update. Not in a good way at the moment. Experiencing a lot more pain than usual that's making it hard to focus but also to use my hands for typing. The next chapter after this should come out pretty soon though because the draft wasn't as messy as this one.
Also I am most definitely going to hell for this chapter but it had to be done
Trigger Warning: sexual trauma, reference to past abuse, implied sexual abuse, PTSD, emotional flashback. . . I'm probably missing something. It's really not as dark a chapter as it sounds but I'm putting the warnings here to be on the safe side
Hands smoothed over Yumiko's back, squeezing and kneading as they went, nails grazing hard across her skin-
She hissed, breaking for breath. Momentarily losing her focus.
A problem that was only exacerbated when Magna moved to nibble at her neck. The gentle scrape of her teeth had Yumiko's limbs turning to liquid under the onslaught. They melted, folding to the heat of Magna's tongue.
Her elbows buckled.
A gasp tore itself from her lips as she fell forward, her weight landing on Magna before she could catch herself.
Fuck.
The body under her tensed and Yumiko went to move away-
Hands flew to her hips, holding her in place.
"You're good," Magna panted, lips breaking from her skin for a moment. "Stay."
"You sure?"
Those hands moved up to squeeze her arse. "Very sure."
Yumiko stifled a moan, taking Magna's face in her hands and crashing into her lips. Their teeth knocked together a moment in her haste but it barely registered, couldn't compete with the abundance of sensations storming over her, everywhere their bodies met.
Fingers dug into her flesh, pressing her close, and this time Yumiko couldn't stay silent. Groaning, she ground down against the added friction - Magna swallowing the sound with another kiss, drawing her closer still. Urging her on.
Shit.
(cold feet certainly wasn't an issue of concern anymore)
Fingers skated across the back of her thigh, dancing inwards. . .
Not an issue at all.
Yumiko could feel the race of Magna's pulse, beating frantically against the pads of her fingers as they moved down her neck to grip her shoulders.
Magna's lips tore from hers, starting a desperate path up her jaw, to her ear. "I want to touch you."
Yumiko bit her tongue, unable to stop her fingers from digging into her shoulders. "Me first."
Magna's hand left its place on her thigh, snaking between them. "I don't think so."
Yumiko caught that hand in a flash, tangling their fingers together and redirecting her course. "I think so."
She dragged Magna's hand down, watching her expression intently, waiting for the moment her mouth parted. There. "But I'll settle for watching you touch yourself."
Their conversation earlier had certainly left her hungry for exactly that.
Magna closed her mouth, cheeks flushing as she tried to steady her breathing. Yumiko opted to add to that struggle, bending her head and taking her mouth in a bruising kiss.
Magna's wrist jerked-
"Fuck."
It was a sentiment Yumiko could more than share. Heat pooled in her belly, starting a fire inside her veins.
It had been too long since she'd touched Magna, tasted her. Buried herself deep inside her.
Yumiko felt that starvation now, rising to the surface with startling intensity. It begged to be satiated. Fed.
She needed to feel her.
Needed to-
Magna's wrist began to shift, Yumiko's hand sliding with the motion, rocking with each hasty jerk. The pace was faster than she would have liked, a race rather than a climb, but that hardly mattered as the flush in Magna's cheeks darkened, her breath growing shallower and shallower with every second. Yumiko watched, mesmerized, feeling the heat rise in her chest as her own breathing grew just as shallow. Then the pace quickened, turning clumsy, erratic-
"Miko. . ."
Her self-control snapped.
Surging forwards, Yumiko shoved her hand aside so she could take its place - the desired outcome, if the fleeting smirk on Magna's face was anything to go by.
Yumiko hardly cared. At this point she was too desperate to spare even a second of consideration to being so obviously played. She could barely think through the blood storming in her ears, the pounding in her chest, the flames under her skin. . .
She paused only a second, looking to Magna's face, to check-
"Yes?"
Hasty fingers wrapped around hers, driving her the rest of the way- "Yes." - and then Yumiko's senses were reduced to nothing but the wetness coating her skin, the heat surrounding her-
"Fuck."
Magna jerked, and it was hard to say whether it was from the contact or the swear that she'd let escape. "Fuck is right."
Yumiko held her breath, slowly beginning her exploration - too slowly if the clench of Magna's jaw was anything to go by. "You feel so good. I can't believe. . ."
That she'd nearly given this up.
That she'd nearly gone the rest of her life without ever feeling Magna again.
Pressure built in her chest-
Magna's jaw strained harder, to the point where Yumiko became concerned that she might break a tooth. Bending her head, she tasted her lips, slowly working her mouth apart. . .
Magna's legs followed suit around her, spreading, granting her even more access - if she could only be merciful enough to take advantage of it.
Yumiko smiled, languidly trailing her fingers up and down, circling - refusing to draw too close to the place that she knew Magna needed her most. Wetness built on her skin, coating her fingers, the sensation diving a moan from her lips.
She managed to continue her torture for a few minutes before a grunt broke apart their kiss, Magna's hand clenching around hers again.
"Don't tease."
Yumiko ignored this, continuing with her idle caresses, wandering closer and closer each time - and watching the frustration build on Magna's face when each time proved in vain. "But I love to tease you."
Groaning, Magna raised her hips, seeking out the contact she refused to yield.
Yumiko brushed her knuckles across her clit, granting her the barest moment of relief - if it could be called that.
Magna bucked, a hand going to Yumiko's back, seeking to drive her closer. Drive her towards that release.
One she wasn't yet feeling inclined to give.
Taking her hand away, she lazily trailed her fingers along Magna's inner thigh, feeling her hips rise, desperately seeking her out again, seeking out any contact she could find.
"Miko. . ."
She placed a hand on her hip, interrupting her efforts, firmly driving her back down towards the mattress.
Magna froze.
It was the barest moment, so fleeting she could easily have missed it - but Yumiko felt the instant she turned rigid against her. Saw the flash of panic in Magna's eyes, the second before she locked up. All emotion retreating, shoved down. Out of reach.
That outlasted the stiffening of her frame. Even as Magna's strived to relax again, to bury the reaction, her features told a different story. Her eyes said too much.
(as did the slight tremble in her frame)
Hastily Yumiko released her hip. "Sorry."
This was exactly what she'd been afraid of. She'd gotten carried away. Forgotten herself.
How could you forget?
Magna let out a frustrated breath as the feeling rushed back into her features, flooding her expression. Like the opening of a dam. "I'm sorry. I hate this."
Yumiko frowned, hand moving up to stroke Magna's waist, forgetting for a moment the wetness that coated her fingers - remembering only when the contact earned a shiver. It wasn't a good shiver. Inwardly cursing herself, she wiped her hand off on the sheet. Went to touch Magna again - but stopped. Not certain if that touch would be welcome right now.
"I know," she murmured instead. "But that one was on me. . . want to switch?"
Yumiko was already determined to but she knew she couldn't be the one to make that call.
Magna hesitated, reluctance warring on her face. Her eyes still held a faintly rattled glaze, like she hadn't quite returned yet, hadn't gotten all of herself back.
Yumiko bit the inside of her cheek for the time it took for Magna to relinquish a nod.
"Just for now."
"For as long as you want." Yumiko moved off her, the mattress giving an unforgiving creak as she sank onto it. She winced at the sound and Magna's mouth twitched, watching her.
"Good thing we're not having to be quiet like back on the rig. I think this mattress would make that pretty much impossible."
The lightness of her tone was a relief. Yumiko soaked it up, releasing a breath she hadn't realized was still trapped in her lungs.
She forced that same lightness into her own voice, "This mattress would alert every walker within a ten-mile radius to what we were doing."
Magna shifted, settling on top of her, the familiar weight and heat causing a momentary smile to form on Yumiko's face. Her earlier arousal had shortcircuited, fading to a distant hum - and she suspected the same was probably true for Magna - but she knew from experience that it would only be temporary. They'd learned how to work around interruptions like these.
Talking helped. Eased the nerves. Until they felt comfortable enough to continue, to pick up where they'd left off. That had been difficult in the beginning. Even impossible. Now it was just another part of sex. Familiar. Routine.
"Nah, pretty sure that would be you," Magna said. "You're fucking loud."
Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.
"I'm not the only one."
"So you say. Personally, I think I'm gonna need some concrete evidence if I'm to believe you."
Yumiko rolled her eyes. Just the barest amount. Lips fighting for a smile. "Next time I'll record you."
"Ooh. Kinky."
She resisted the urge to shove Magna off. It was the faint catch to her voice that stopped her, the tremor that she couldn't quite hide.
(though she was certainly trying her hardest)
Some of Yumiko's humor died and she raised a hand. . .
Magna met her halfway, their fingers lacing together, locking into place - ships lost in the night coming into harbor. Coming home. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Magna exhaled, mask finally being given leave to fall. "Wasn't a bad one."
She'd seen Magna's bad ones, and the words weren't nearly as comforting as they could have been. Almost anything could be considered not bad in comparison to that.
"Where did you go?"
Your childhood? Prison?
"Fuck if I know," Magna snorted, looking to the ceiling. A convenient escape from looking at her. "I was still here. Mostly. My emotions took off on a massive hike. Not sure where to."
Yumiko stroked her thigh, massaging her thumb back and forth in a slow, reassuring rhythm, waiting for her to finish. "I know what you mean."
It was something she'd experienced countless times herself.
Remembering at the last instant that Magna didn't always like to be touched after a flashback, Yumiko moved to take her hands away-
Magna's own snapped out, halting the retreat. Pressing down. Holding Yumiko firmly against her.
Message received, she went back to her gentle stroking, watching the tension that had quickly risen up in Magna die back down. "I know it wasn't a bad one. But are you really okay? Honestly?"
Because Yumiko doubted it.
Given her own experience with flashbacks, she didn't see any way in which she could be. The effects tended to stick around. Like a bad smell.
And the muscles under her hands still held tension, more hard than soft as she travelled over them.
She moved up to Magna's back, stroking slow circles into the flesh, feeling the tension in those muscles waver under her touch.
"This wasn't how I imagined our first time together again," Magna sighed. "I didn't mean to ruin it."
It wasn't really an answer. But it was probably as good as she was going to get.
"You didn't. Nothing's ruined. And, again, that was on me." She knew better. Knew not to hold Magna down in any capacity. Her wrists and hips were particular no-go zones. "We knew it might happen. And, hey, could have been worse. At least you didn't burst into tears after getting off."
And proceed to have the worst panic attack you'd been thrown into for years.
Magna snorted. "Don't even joke. That was one of the most terrifying moments of my life."
Yumiko's smirk softened. "I know." She could remember it only distantly, but Magna's deer-in-the-headlights expression had never faded from her recall. "You handled it well."
She scoffed. "I didn't make things worse. I'm not so sure that could be called handling it well."
"I think it's definitely one of the requirements." Especially considering Yumiko had been with people who'd made it worse. Unintentionally, through no fault of their own. But Magna hadn't. "And you did more than that."
In that moment, she'd been exactly what Yumiko needed. Done exactly what she needed.
Magna squinted. "You're not going to cry tonight, are you?"
She looked vaguely terrified at the prospect.
Yumiko chuckled. "We'll see how things go. No promises."
"Great." She made a face, looking away. "I should have gotten some ice cream before you came over. That always makes you stop crying."
"You always make me stop crying. The ice cream is just an aid."
"All the more reason to have some on hand. But. . ." Her fingertips skated Yumiko's skin as she moved some hair back from her forehead. "I wasn't expecting you."
"Still greeted me with a kiss, anyway."
"Well, it would have been rude not to. And I'm trying to work on my manners."
Right.
Yumiko would believe it when she saw it.
Hands moved up and down her stomach, slowly dragging across her skin - and drawing dangerously low on occasion. "So. . . does this mean I get to get you off first then?"
Yumiko opened her mouth, then narrowed her eyes at the faint smirk on Magna's face. "Did you plan this?"
"Course not." She was grinning now - and Yumiko felt relief at the sight. "Doesn't mean I'm not willing to take advantage of it, though."
"Mm hmm." She continued to eye Magna with faux suspicion, before giving in with a sigh. "Very well. I'm all yours."
"Oh, my favorite sentence to come out of your mouth." Magna lowered herself down, taking that mouth in a kiss as her hands continued to roam across the planes of Yumiko's stomach. "Followed by 'fuck me.' Feel free to say that any time. Many times. A million times if you want."
Her mouth curved wryly. "I think I'm good."
"Spoilsport."
Holding herself still, she allowed Magna's hands to travel over her body without interference, feeling, exploring. Paying considerable attention to everything in their path.
Heat built inside Yumiko with every caress and she bit her tongue to keep from acting on its urging, from reaching out. Touching Magna back.
Her earlier implication that she couldn't get her off from down here was ludicrous. But Yumiko knew that was just a fabrication. An excuse.
To cover the fact that Magna needed this. That despite the teasing in her tone, she was still rattled.
She needed the control. Especially if she was to feel comfortable enough to let Yumiko touch her later. To surrender in that way. Cede control.
Magna needed to take the reins.
Possibly only for now. Possibly for the whole night. They would have to see where things went.
Something Yumiko was all too willing to do.
Especially after her careless mistep.
Her resolve to play things by ear to begin with had utterly flown out the window. Instead, she'd dived in, full speed ahead. That hadn't been a mistake. Yumiko knew it hadn't been a mistake, if only because Magna had taken that dive just as eagerly as her.
But holding her in place? That had been a mistake. And one she knew better than to make. Even if months apart had left her out of practice.
Yumiko could hold her hips in place, impede the freedom of her movement. But only if Magna was the one on top. Never if she was.
And she'd forgotten.
Had acted on instinct. Without thought.
A finger tapped her chest. "Stop looking so guilty. If I'm not allowed to feel bad about this, neither are you."
"Is that your decree?"
"It is." Magna bent her head, the edge of her lips grazing Yumiko's cheek, her jaw. . . finding a home on her neck.
Her heart started to pick up pace again.
"Weren't those the terms we drew up?" Magna murmured against her skin.
She shivered as nails skated across her ribs, travelling higher. "They do sound familiar."
Even if it had been months since she'd last heard them.
"Then we're in agreement." Teeth grazed her neck, barely touching - to the point of frustration - before a tongue followed their descent. . .
Just as Magna's hand found its destination, trapping the air in Yumiko's lungs. Her eyelids fluttered a moment as she fought to regain control of her mouth.
"Hard not to be with you doing that."
"Doing what?" A thumb brushed her nipple. "This?"
Yumiko's teeth clenched. "Among other things."
"I could do other things. If you want."
"Oh, I most certainly want." She resisted the urge to reach out for Magna, to feel her. Not yet. Right now, she needed Yumiko to keep her hands to herself. But only for now.
Magna kissed her. Once. Twice. Again and again. Short explosions against her mouth that grew and grew, threatening to consume. Yumiko gasped in a breath for the brief moment it was granted to her, arms itching at her sides, heart thundering in her chest-
The hands on her waist turned rigid.
"Magna?"
A frustrated breath sounded in her ear before the weight on top of her drew back, cold air swarming her skin.
She didn't stop Magna's retreat. Clearly, they'd dived back into things too soon. "Keep talking?"
She grimaced. "Keep talking."
Yumiko smiled understandingly. It wasn't surprising. In a way, she'd even been expecting it. Once a trigger went off, Magna's threshold was reduced. Her senses became heightened - in all the worst ways. Cracks in her walls made it easier for other triggers to slip through. For associations to be made. And for the past to sink its teeth in.
It was the same for Yumiko, though for her it happened far less often. These days, anyway.
She was used to sex between the two of them stopping and starting. And even though things hadn't been like that for a while, it was close enough in her recollection that she slipped easily back into the rhythm.
Magna, however, seemed to be struggling a bit more with it. She always had.
Yumiko watched now as her expression faltered, features sobering, and when she finally spoke her voice was low.
"I wasn't lying to you before. About not being on top. I really was okay. Thought I'd stay okay." She sighed. "I wasn't lying."
Yumiko rubbed soothing circles into her hips, a wordless apology for the way she'd gripped them earlier. "It didn't even enter my head that you might have been."
In the past, it might have. In the past, she would have had cause to entertain the thought. To worry.
But not this time. Not now.
Especially when she knew the only reason things had turned south was because of one very specific action that she'd taken herself. One that Magna couldn't have predicted.
Yumiko hated that she was so clearly blaming herself for that. For something utterly and entirely outside of her control.
(but what else was new?)
Magna sighed. "I wasn't expecting it. Fucking frustrating. It's been so long since the last time, I really thought. . ."
"That it was behind you?"
She nodded absently.
Yumiko knew what it was like to operate under that hope - and the weight of the blow when it was crushed.
"I'm sorry."
Magna didn't respond to her words, all but ignoring them as she forced back the vulnerability in her eyes; the disappointment. Replaced it with something else altogether. A false bravado that Yumiko was all too familiar with.
"It's a shame. I was enjoying myself." Magna's mouth curved, a hint of devilishness sparking in her eyes - even if there was a slightly forced edge to it.
Yumiko's own eyes creased. "Really? Because you looked like you were suffering."
She poked her chest. "Only because someone gets their rocks off on being a sadistic tease."
"I was only returning the favor for many, many past offenses. Your list of crimes is long."
"You didn't consider them crimes at the time. Though with the way you were screaming in my ear, I can certainly buy the claim."
Yumiko narrowed her eyes. "You're on thin ice."
"Oh yeah?" A hand swept over her stomach, the tantalizing glide triggering a trail of goosebumps. "How thin?"
"The thinnest."
Magna shifted, lowering herself down again until her nipples teased Yumiko's skin - and stopping.
She bit her lip, fighting against the urge to arch her back, to deepen the contact - knew from the curve of Magna's mouth that the torture was entirely intentional. That she'd opted to take advantage of Yumiko's self-enforced 'no touching' rule.
"Want a kiss?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
"Mm, no." Magna lowered herself a bit more, their breasts moulding together, "but I love to see that little flicker of irritation in your eyes."
Yumiko's retort was cut off when Magna's mouth found her neck. Nibbling at the flesh, accentuating the contact with the occasional kiss.
Well, she never said where she was going to kiss you.
The smooth skin of their stomachs pressed together - a glancing contact - as Magna's lips continued on their mission. Found her own. Light nibbles that eventually grew ravenous.
"I want to touch you," she breathed against her.
This time, Yumiko didn't argue, instead raising her head to find her mouth again. "Then touch me."
Magna shivered.
Still, she lingered a moment longer in their kiss, drawing it out, drawing and drawing until Yumiko had to break away. Had to inhale.
Magna's lips found her neck again in the break, a hand moving over her breast, kneading the flesh. Lightly, lightly. . . just shy of too hard.
Yumiko squirmed.
Wet heat descended her neck, inch by slow inch, passing over her collarbone, the edge of her breast-
"Magna. . ."
She didn't take the hint. Skirting around the place where Yumiko needed her, moving tortuously on.
"You're an asshole."
She felt a smile against her ribs as Magna kissed her way down her stomach, lingering over the raised, discolored skin that marked her most recent scar. The area was extra sensitive - often to the point of pain - and the pressure of Magna's lips faded, grew more gentling.
Somehow it was less garish than the scar running along the bottom of her left ribs, despite the fact the latter had been crafted by a scalpel and not a bullet.
Magna knew to be more careful around the edges of that scar, her lips had passed over it - not too quickly, but not lingering either. By now, she had the timing down to an art. Not so quick that Yumiko might think she was avoiding it out of disgust, but not so slow as to draw attention to it and trigger discomfort. The unease Yumiko had let slip in the past.
It was something no-one before Magna had ever quite been able to master.
Sonja had come closest. But Yumiko's silence had kept her from getting any closer. She'd never known any of the history behind the scar, the significance. Magna did. Not all of it but. . . enough. More than anyone else. Even her brother, in some ways.
Soft kisses grazed flesh that had once been ripped apart by led, the gentle swipe of a tongue adding to the overwhelming concoction. Pain wasn't the only sensation that was heightened in that spot and Yumiko's breathing escalated, not sure if she wanted Magna to stay there longer or continue on her path down. Two overwhelmingly pleasurable options. So hard to choose.
Eventually, though, Magna made the decision for her, moving on, mouth following the curve of her stomach, tracing her hip bones, her inner thigh, her-
Yumiko stiffened, entirely unprepared despite the anticipation and frustration that had been building inside her. Building and building to this. This feeling she hadn't felt in so long.
She hadn't forgotten what Magna felt like. Could never forget. But none of her memories could ever compare to the real thing. To this.
Her fingers dug into the mattress. She wanted to grasp Magna's shoulders, to hold on to her - something that would normally be welcome but not after what had just happened. She clenched her teeth. Pressed into the mattress harder as Magna's tongue darted out.
Yumiko squeezed her eyes shut-
And startled when something nudged her fingertips. Opening her eyes, she saw Magna's hand reaching for hers, fingers splayed, waiting to connect.
To give her that thing to hold on to.
Yumiko managed a smile through the chaos of sensations beginning to overwhelm her, threading their fingers together.
Magna caught her eye, returning the smile - before lowering her face again.
Fuck.
Yumiko clenched her hand, squeezing it for all she was worth, as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Her thighs tightened reflexively and Magna chuckled against her which-
God.
Yumiko closed her eyes, thoughts falling away. Succumbing to the feeling of Magna's tongue, her hand in hers, the brush of her hair against her thigh. Every point their bodies touched, every point of connection.
She almost couldn't breathe through it. Through the overwhelming reality of them. Had to open her mouth, gulp for air.
Was granted regrettable relief when Magna drew back, trailing light kisses across her inner thigh, over her hip bone. Seconds of quarter to regain her breath, to start to ache for deliverance.
But the kisses continued - fucking tease - starting a path up her stomach, tickling the space between her breasts, her clavicle. . .
Magna's mouth found hers, languidly drawing her into the final kiss she had to impart. Yumiko groaned at the taste of herself on her lips, clasping her cheek with her free hand and drawing back a moment. "You're a tease."
"Don't know what you're talking about. You seemed to be struggling so I thought I'd grant you a moment to catch your breath. Because I'm chivalrous like that."
Yumiko barked a laugh. "Chivalrous, huh?"
"The most chivalrous." She touched their lips together again, slowly, languidly prying Yumiko's apart. She closed her eyes a moment, giving in to the kiss before it came time for them to part again.
Yumiko's heart was still pounding, her skin tingling with the rising heat inside her. She squeezed her thighs together, a poor substitute for what she'd just lost.
She had a feeling that she was going to get there fairly easily tonight. Possibly even more than once - was eager to test the theory, at any rate.
If only Magna would oblige.
At the very least, Yumiko wanted her mouth back on her. To feel her. To-
She hadn't gotten enough. Not nearly enough. Not after going so long without her touch. She craved. . .
Everything.
Everything she'd been missing. Everything she'd thought she would never have again. She craved it. Her cells burning with the desire, leaving her breathless. Panting.
Magna's eyes traveled over her, a hint of smugness in the curve of her mouth.
Well, that can't be allowed to stand.
But before Yumiko could do anything, lips captured hers again, sealing the words in her mouth. She felt fingers brush the place Magna's tongue had just been, grazing, barely touching, then pressing against Yumiko firmly.
She bit down, forgetting for a moment that Magna's mouth was still connected to hers.
Yumiko was always careful during sex and all things leading up to it. Especially careful not to blur that line between pleasure and pain. She knew Magna thought it was because of her. Resented the fact, even. But it wasn't.
She'd always been careful.
Couldn't be anything else after Nicole.
Tonight, though, Yumiko's body had overpowered her brain and when she'd bitten into Magna's lip - felt the depth of her moan, the way her skin blazed hotter under her touch. . . all she'd wanted was to do it again. And again.
So she had.
"Why do you keep biting me tonight? Is that a new thing? Some kink you've been holding back on exploring?"
"Like you don't love it." She could tell how much she loved it from the renewed flush in her skin, the slight catch in her breath the moment her teeth had born down.
"Of course, I love it. You know how big a fan I am of biting."
"I thought that only extended to you biting everybody else."
"Potato potato."
"One of those potatoes is sexual and the other one is Sunny Baudelaire."
Magna raised a brow. "I forgot how talkative you can be during sex."
"Me?"
She lifted a shoulder. "If I'm talkative it's because of your influence. I was silent as a mouse before I met you. Well. . . when fucking, anyway."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
Yumiko happened to like that she'd gradually grown more chatty, become more at ease. Opened up.
"Well, you tell me. As long as I'm using my mouth to be chatty Cathy with you, I can't use it for other, more important things - like eating you out."
Yumiko shuddered.
Tried to keep her expression impassive. "You could always sign."
Magna stared. "I'd never be able to talk to Connie and Kelly again."
Yumiko laughed.
"I'm serious! Are you trying to sabotage me?"
"I wasn't but now that you put the thought in my head. . . I'll admit it has some appeal."
Magna huffed. "This is what I get for being chivalrous."
Oh, so she was still going with that?
"Well, Miss Chivalrous, seems to me that it would be far more chivalrous to grant me some relief."
"You think so?"
"I think so." She pecked Magna's lips. "Now get to work."
She laughed, eyes brightening momentarily, before placing a final kiss on the corner of Yumiko's mouth. "Yes, Ma'am."
She smiled, tucking those eyes away in her memory, that laugh. Treasures to add to her collection, to guard for as long as life allowed her to.
She smiled and settled back against the pillows, closing her eyes as the rest of the world faded away again, faded to just them.
She wished more than anything she could live in this feeling. Forever.
But facing the impossibility of that, Yumiko resolved to soak up every last drop of it she could. Every last drop of home. For as long as it lasted.
Experience dictated that wouldn't be long.
A/N: This is the last of smutty chapters. Thank god, lol. I was NOT made to write smut and just hope that it wasn't too awful.
Yumagna having an incredibly playful sexual dynamic when things are good between them is a headcanon you can rip from my cold dead hands
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