All Right! Fine! I Will Take You! - Yui's Lily Garden

by Agrippa Atelier

After the events of chapter 13th of the main fic, when Hachiman fulfilled his promise to both Haruno and Komachi, Yui is left to deal with something she knows herself to be ridiculously unprepared for: Yukinoshita trauma. Thankfully, the more level-headed member of the Service Club has had a year to learn from the more idiosyncratic ones.

7. Chapter 7

All Right! Fine! I'll Take You! – Yui's Lily Garden – Chapter 7

Yukinon's skin is softer than anything I've ever touched.

She's… I already knew this. I've held her hand, pulled her along to one place or another while a guilty part of me enjoyed her nearness more than I thought I was allowed to.

I've hugged her, squeezed her shoulders, sat close enough that she felt the need to retreat even as I kept moving my chair toward hers.

I have… I have stolen so many little touches, so many moments of unearned intimacy as her cheeks tinged with the barest trace of pink over pale skin. I have felt her warmth and her lack of it that I tried to replenish. I have heard her suppressed giggles, her sighs, her annoyed, displeased, almost silent harrumphing when Hikky crossed yet another line. I have…

I have experienced so much of her. With her.

And still so very, very little…

"Yui…" she breathes out, barely audible, as she lays her hand upon mine, cradling it against the cheek I was only touching with the very tips of my fingers.

Her fingers are so long, so elegant, so… hers.

And her lips…

My heart threatens to burst out of my chest as I approach her, my eyes fixed on the pale, shiny pink that I always thought had to be carefully applied lipstick because nobody can look that naturally, effortlessly beautiful without putting a lot of work into it.

Nobody except Yukinon.

My girlfriend.

And so, I kiss her.

I've done it at every chance I've gotten since Hikky's last request. I've tasted her, enjoyed her cute, little noises, felt her skin on mine.

It's always new. Always different.

And, this time around, it's with her sitting on my lap, my hairbrush almost forgotten in the one hand Yukinon hasn't trapped against her cheek as if she needed anything other than a single word, a muttered 'yes,' for me to be unable to take it away, to abandon her touch.

She's wearing my pajamas, never as soft as her own, but the fuzzy fabric of the powder blue shirt she's wearing rustles against my peach-colored one, her shoulder brushing past my breasts as she turns so I can kiss her more fully, so I can press against her as the hand still stupidly holding onto the hairbrush as if it can bring me any kind of anchor to keep me from being swept away in Yukinon wraps around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

Her fingers clutch around my hand, the one resting on her cheek, and she opens her lips.

Then… Yukinon kisses me.

It's the only way I can put it when I feel the tip of her tongue daring to prod between my lips, pressing farther when I surprisedly let her in.

And she's… timid. Shy.

But she still reaches for my tongue. Still dances around it, insisting I move, that I chase her, that I…

Oh.

That's… That's what she's been doing, isn't it?

So I regretfully close my eyes, depriving myself of the gorgeous pink crossing the bridge of her nose, and pull her even closer to me until my breasts wrap around her arm and her bottom is straight over the kind of heat I was ashamed she would ever learn I felt for her.

She's taller than me. I think that played a part in it, at the start, when I knew her reassuringly above me, when I felt as if I could fall back, secure that she would be there to catch me, to hold me between arms stronger than mine.

I have been so selfish…

So I will let her. I will have her fall forward, toward me.

And I will catch her.

The bed creaks when I do, when I pull Yukinon on top of me, the white bedspread with multicolored stars wrinkling around me as my arms tighten around my girlfriend, and she turns to lie straight over me, her lips on mine, her bust on my own, her hips a bit lower than the burning fire I keep feeling when she's near me.

I let go of the hairbrush (it's useless, after all) and slide my hand beneath her shirt, through the gap of exposed skin that kept teasing me to distraction, and up her back, along muscles I always knew to be too tense, but that still feel marvelously toned to my touch until I brush past a spot a bit below the middle of her spine and she arches.

Her breasts press against mine when she does, even as her lips tighten around my tongue, and I finally let out the moan I've been holding back since we started.

Her breathing is rougher, and I can feel it on my belly, on my chest, and with the warm gusts of air beneath her nose.

Then she (slowly, cruelly) pulls back, and our eyes open at the same time, locking on one another as soon as we do.

As if I could look anywhere else…

"Yui… Did that… Did you like that?" she asks, the blush no longer merely dusting her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, but almost pulsing all over her face as she brushes her lower lip with her teeth in a moment I'm certain she isn't aware of.

My mind almost stops.

Then I force myself to talk.

"It… It was you. You reacted first," I try to explain.

"I know," she says, brushing her hair aside so all of it falls down her right side and the light from the rest of the room reaches us just so I can better see how beautiful she is. "What I am asking is… did you like… that? Did you like me… reacting?"

There's a shy smile on Yukinon's lips. A small thing that's almost not there, just… just the corner of her lips, barely reaching her cheeks, yet shining in her eyes as she looks down at me.

It's radiant.

"Hey! Yui, what are you—" Yukinon protests as I grab a handful of her silky black hair and pull her down to me before I cut her off by taking her lips, by devouring that smile.

My right hand's still on her back, and so, as I wrap Yukinon's long hair around my left wrist so she can never again pull away from me, I climb up, reaching the point where a bra strap should be and isn't.

I shiver.

Yukinon gasps against my lips.

And then she's below me.

My lips go down to hers over and over, kissing them and around them as my hand goes around, from her back to her belly, making her shake when I brush over her navel.

She tries to turn her head, but my grip on her hair doesn't let her, and she has to turn the other way, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth open as she lets an almost yelping moan, and her long, pale neck pulses beneath me until I drop on top of her, almost biting her as I strongly press my lips on her pulse, my teeth applying pressure behind them to the point I hurt but Yukinon doesn't.

And then her hands go to my waist and lift my pajama's peach shirt so they can roam my back until deft, long fingers slide beneath the bra strap crossing it, and the elastic presses her touch more firmly against me.

Yukinon, once more, arches, her breasts pushing up against mine as another moan escapes her lips as her pulse races beneath mine.

I… I barely hold back. Barely restrain myself from climbing down her body and kissing all of it along the way until I reach her wet heat and dive right between her legs so she can forget everything but me, so she can scream my name and nothing else.

Instead, I lift my head from her neck and wait for her to open her eyes, to show me the sun glittering between the clouds drifting through them.

"Yu—Yui?" she asks, pausing to get her breath back in the middle of my name.

… I shouldn't be proud of that.

"I… I want you, Yukinon. All of you. I want you whole. So… if there's anything you don't like, if there's anything you aren't comfortable with, please tell me. Please, don't keep it to yourself just to please me, because someday I'll find out, and it will break my heart, and I'll never be able to forgive myself. So, please, promise me?"

"I… I'm not…"

"Please," I ask her even as her eyes keep drifting away from mine.

"I—Yui, I really… All right. All right, I promise," she says, a slight smile on her lips and the tips of her fingers digging in my maybe too soft back.

Look, walking a dog only gets you so far as exercise goes. My thighs are definitely better!

"OK," I tell her, my eyes softening as I keep feeling the urge to lean down and continue. "So, do you… do you like everything? So far?" I ask her as I feel the mortification settle in my burning cheeks at having to ask that.

Yes, I know it's better to talk it over, Mama, but it's still kinda… Would it really be so bad to silently try things? Surely, non-verbal cues would be enough to know when not to push too hard, and I should trust my girlfriend to be able to set her own boundaries like a healthy Yukinoshita.

…

Shut up, Hikky. I realized how dumb that sounded before I finished that line.

"Yes," she says, maybe a bit too quickly. So I look at her with a raised eyebrow that will hopefully remind her she just made me swear not to lie to her, and she demurely lowers her eyelids before looking to her side. "Well… maybe the hair thing hurts? A bit?"

I blink.

Then I look at the direction Yukinon's eyes point at, where my left hand is buried in my comforter while wrapped in a rope made of Yukinon's black hair.

I blink again.

"Aaaaahhhhh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I got too carried away! I'll let you go right no—"

"No!" Yukinon cuts me off.

And then she stares open-mouthed up at me as I, for lack of a better thing to do, blink down at her.

… Seriously, I think I need some acting classes or something.

"No?" I ask her, trying to sound more reassuring than confused.

"It's…" her eyes never stray from mine, but it seems like they want to even as she wets her lips. "It's, I don't even know… a good kind of pain? But slightly too much, and I don't even… oh. Oh, heavens, a whole year calling him a degenerate, and now I'm saying this. He can never find out, or I'll have to murder him and then kill myself. Maybe I'll set Haruno on him? Then he can also kill himself, and the police will have fewer clues, so nobody will find out—"

"I find it very disturbing that you're talking about both killing yourself and orchestrating the death of our former crush during our first time," I tell her, trying to imitate both her tone, delivery, and general Yukinoness.

"I find it very disturbing that I just discovered I like you playing with my body however you please, and that when you make it hurt, it just makes me feel like you're saying I belong to you," she answers, showing me precisely how far I've got to go before I can capture the original.

… Not like that!

Well, a bit like that.

"There's… nothing wrong with that," I tell her.

And she laughs.

"Yui… Nothing wrong with that? I… Everything's wrong. I am a mess, and it's even worse than I thought, because I can't even be normal about this—"

"If you keep insulting yourself, I'm gonna get mad."

"It's not an insult when it's an objective fact that I'm a depraved—"

I let go of her hair.

Yukinon shuts up as soon as I do, but then I lean back and sit on top of her, my legs shifting so my thighs straddle her, and I take off my shirt without making a production out of it, just... just undressing myself.

Her hands are still trapped beneath my bra's elastic, but now she's seeing it, the canary yellow piece of cloth with lace covering the top half of my breasts, my nipples and areola well hidden behind the reinforced lower half.

Her eyes are no longer on mine, and I allow myself a bit of a prideful smile at seeing that even Yukinon can fall for… Well, Mama said they were an unfair advantage. And she was right.

Then I slowly reach back and undo the three hooks holding the strap in place, carefully holding it so it doesn't snap open as I slowly loosen it, letting my breasts push the cups forward before I hold them against me with my right arm as I slide the straps off my shoulders.

And, making sure Yukinon is looking right at it, I… let my bra fall.

My nipples are hard, and I almost want to make a joke about snow, ice, and the effect that could have on them, but Yukinon's far from icy right now, and her blush is adorable, and I…

I pinch my nipples and pull.

"Hn!" my moan is half a scream, and I can't help but rub my still-covered pussy on Yukinon's thin body beneath mine for a shameful moment.

It takes me far too long to notice I've closed my eyes and force myself to open them.

Hers are… wide.

"Yu… Yui?" she asks, voice full of wonder and intrigue.

So I twist my nipples, pulling my breasts up just by them, my whole body shuddering on top of hers.

This time, I manage to bite my lip so I don't close my eyes, and I can keep looking at her as confusion and something much more interesting play across her face.

"I… It's not always. I have to be in the mood for it," I tell her. "But, sometimes? Sometimes, Yukinon, I like it rough," I whisper before my fingers sink into my breasts nails first with just maybe a bit more force than I ever did when I masturbated while thinking about them restraining me and punishing me for being a horny, indecisive girl who wanted them both.

And, suddenly, Yukinon's lips are around my left nipple, her hand on my right breast, and her tongue twirls around me.

I… It feels like something snaps, and then there's only darkness and random bursts of colors and the sensation of silky hair between my fingers and warmth on my breasts and…

"Ah… Yukinon… Yukinon…" I mumble before I drop to a whisper that keeps repeating her name over and over as she keeps sucking on me harder and harder until I shift my seat on her so my legs wrap around her waist as my belly trembles when my breathing fails, and all I can do is hold onto her and hope I won't drift away.

Then her free hand drifts down my bare back, and I have to arch it, burying her face against my chest right before she slides between my panties and my ass and squeezes.

And I almost come on top of my girlfriend.

I open my eyes, and I'm surprised to be looking at my white ceiling, then Yukinon makes me shudder yet again, and I manage to look down at her, at her gorgeous face, with blue eyes closed and a studious expression on her that doesn't even clash with the way she's devotedly attending to me, carefully changing touch and suction as if exploring all the ways she can make me lose my mind.

Unfair.

My fingers yet again clench on strands of black silk, and she opens her eyes to stare directly up at me.

Then she slowly leaves my nipple, her lips almost dragging along it before she blows a short, soft, cold stream of air over my wet skin as she looks at me trying not to turn into a blabbering mess at what she's doing.

"I don't want to see you hurt, Yui," she says almost harshly. "Not even like that."

"Yukinon, it's all right; I just wanted to show you it's—"

"I'll still do it. I'll still pinch you, and bite you, a—and spank you," she adds, her blush now more mortified than excited. "I'll do everything that will make you feel good. But… don't do it yourself. Don't hurt yourself."

Yet again, I feel the clear sensation of something snapping.

This time, it seems to be my self-control.

"Yu—Yui?!" she exclaims.

And I stare down at her.

At the lower half of her bare back. At her pert, impossibly shapely ass, at the way she writhes before she manages to turn her head around so she can look up at me while lying across my lap.

At the way her eyes widen when I lower first her powder-blue pants and then her white panties.

"Yui?" she asks, full of hesitation as her body shifts, her round cheeks swaying side to side.

And I spank her.

The clap of my hand on her flesh resounds through my room, but it's almost silent compared to the gasp she lets out as her mouth drops open and she just stares up at me.

I can't lift my hand.

It's… I'm cupping her right cheek, feeling it naked for the first time in my life, and I keep massaging it, rubbing it, feeling her cool skin warm as I keep touching her, the circles broadening until I almost touch her between her legs with my wrist.

"What…" she starts to ask before drifting off.

Before trying to look over her shoulder at what I'm doing to her, at how I'm touching her.

Her face is full of… Of the same thing mine is: fascination.

"Did you… like that?" I ask her.

She takes a moment to look up at me. At my eyes.

And nods.

Which may have something to do with me swallowing and licking my dry lips.

"I…" I keep looking at her while I rub her ass, while I massage her.

I've read about it. About how the sharp, brief pain could make the relieving caress feel so much better. About how careful you need to be, how…

…

OK, I may have read a lot of things just in case they ever… came in handy, because I kept thinking how utterly mortified I'd be if I finally managed to make my dreams come true only to be less than perfect for them, and… And Mama had to talk me down from this after seeing just how many Nana to Kaoru volumes I had, which is something we both swore we would never bring up again, even if I know she was lying through her teeth and she's just waiting for the right time to unleash it all on—

What I mean to say is that it's complicated. There are a lot things Yukinon and I could do if we ever want to explore this side of her, but… But I think today is not about that.

I think Mama was right. That there's nothing wrong in playing with your… you lover. But that you shouldn't need to. That just being there for one another should be enough.

And I don't even know if Yukinon and I are ready for this, much less that.

So I…

"I'm glad," I tell her. "I'm glad we could find something you enjoy, and I'll make sure to learn more about this with you another day, but… but tonight…"

My hand slides down until it's on the back of her thigh, and then it glides down between them, my thumb feeling wet heat almost touching me, and… And I look into her eyes.

And they're wide.

Scared.

So I stop.

"I'll never hurt you. Not intentionally," I tell her, leaning down until I can almost kiss her.

She doesn't answer. Not at once. She has to breathe, to close her legs around my hand. To look for something in my eyes.

She… I think she finds it.

"I believe you," she says, her voice rough with every word, even if I feel like she's singing.

"OK," I tell her with a smile I never knew I could make as I close my eyes and slide my hand out of the gap between her thighs. "OK. Then we should go to bed."

There's a moment of silence before Yukinon's weight disappears from above me, and I can only hope she won't be too uncomfortable to sleep in the same bed as me (which I hope she really won't, seeing as she slipped into my futon last night), but—

But Yukinon pushes me.

I'm half-lying on my bed, still wearing my pants and—and she pulls them down.

I lift my head to see dark hair between my legs, but suddenly Yukinon leans forward, and I have to bite my wrist not to moan like a slut, because I'm drenched wet, heating up, and she just grazed me with her lips, but that's enough to make me squirm—

"I want you," she says.

And then, Yukinon, who hasn't had a single honest talk about this with anyone other than me, who still thinks this is dirty, something to be ashamed of, even if she's asked me to teach her, even if she's allowed Mama to make her deadly embarrassed with her comments about…

Right. Maybe not thinking about Mama right now would be a fantastic idea.

Shut up, Hikky. I'm not thinking about you either.

Because Yukinon, who doesn't know about sex, who thinks it's dirty, indecent, who's barely acknowledged she has her own libido over the past couple of days…

Is kissing me.

There.

"You… you don't have to do it," I say as I struggle to clutch my comforter rather than her hair.

"I want to," she says, not meeting my eyes, just kissing along my lips over and over as my toes curl and my legs almost extend in forceful spasms.

"Yukinon, it's…"

"Dirty? Shameful? Clumsy? I… I don't care, Yui. I don't care as long as it's for you. And I…" she lifts her face, finally showing me those gorgeous, sky-blue eyes of hers. "I will get better. I promise I will."

I let go of the comforter.

"Gods, I really hope you don't," I tell her as I gently brush an errant strand of black silk behind her left ear. "You're already making me lose my mind."

I smile at her, my neck straining from the forced posture.

And Yukinon blushes.

More.

"I—that's not true!" she stammers. "I've barely—I don't even know what I'm doing! I'm just… you showed me! This morning! And I—"

"Yukinon, it's you. You, touching me. How could it ever be any better?"

She stares at me.

And then she stands up and takes off her shirt in a single momevent before leaning down to take her pants and panties the rest of the way off before straddling me, her gorgeous breasts pushing against mine, her slender legs surrounding mine, her long arms around my neck.

"I love you," she says.

I clasp her cheeks between my hands and drag her down into a kiss that starts tender and ends up taking my breath away.

I feel like that's symbolic of something. Of meeting a tall girl who seemed perfect at everything she deigned to do, of becoming her friend and having her become my best friend. Of falling in love, and having my heart both broken and mended.

I feel like… Like there's a lot in this kiss. For me. But also for Yukinon.

So I let her go. I let her pull back until our eyes are in front of one another and our lips no longer touch.

"I love you," I answer her, putting as much of myself as I can in the words.

And… and she falls on top of me, her arms surrounding me, and she shakes as I embrace her and feel Yukinon's naked body shiver over mine.

"Haruno was right, you know?" I tell her. "You are so easy to love…"

She tightens her hold on me.

And we…

Pause.

Because I love her. And she's beautiful, and naked, and touching me just as I touch her. And she's asked me to go on, and given me a brief glimpse of how incredible it would be if we continued, of how good we could make each other feel.

But… But she's hugging me, accepting that I love her.

That she is loved.

And maybe that's enough for now.

o - O - o

It's the middle of the night, and I keep waking up.

It… It should bother me. Should leave me restless, irritated, nervous that I won't get enough sleep to go to school tomorrow.

But each time I do, I find Yukinon between my arms, her face peacefully resting on top of my breasts, and I smile a silly smile that grows until it hurts and stays there until I yawn and fall asleep yet again, so… No, I'm not cranky.

Not until I wake without her there, and it takes me a moment to realize what I'm missing, who should be there and isn't.

I have a brief burst of irrational panic until I realize…

That my legs are spread open, and there's soft hair brushing the insides of my thighs, and warm lips are once again kissing my wet heat.

"Yu… Yukinon…" I murmur, my hands going beneath the sheets to caress her hair and maybe stop her, because we're both too emotional, and I don't know if—

She grabs my right hand and swallows my pointer finger, twirling her tongue around it like she's… doing an entirely different thing.

And my eyes shoot open.

"Yukinon, I—"

"I don't know what I'm doing, Yui," she says. "So, could you… teach me?"

Yet again, something snaps inside my head.

… No, Hikky; I'm pretty sure I can afford it.

And it's not like I care if I can't.

o - o - O - o – o

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