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.

3. Chapter 3

All Right! Fine! I'll Take You! – Yui's Lily Garden – Chapter 3

Yukinon's breath tickles.

It's… It's a silly thing to focus on when I have her this close, when she lies next to me, the heat of our bodies trapped beneath the sheets, her slightly cold feet touching mine, her closed eyes so peaceful, so restful just right beside me, her hand resting below my breasts and her breasts on my arm and—

Aaaaaahhhhh!

The breath! The tickling breath! Just think about that and not how (or why) she got into my futon in the middle of the night!

And no, I'm not dreaming. I know because it's a stupid thing to even actually think and also because she's still dressed—I mean, not still! Dressed! She's dressed! And she'll remain so!

Dressed in light, sky-blue pajamas that cling to her body, that I have seen her wear plenty of times, and she doesn't wear a bra beneath them, and her breasts are on my arm, moving with every slow breath she takes, rubbing up and down as she keeps tickling me with the air that smells of her and I want to just turn around, and pinch her nose shut, then lean forward when she opens her mouth and—

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!

Unfair! She's just unfair! I'm trying to hold back in here, and there's absolutely no way I can keep just lying here, waiting for—

"… Good morning… Yui."

She's… She just opened her eyes drowsily, her eyelids still lazy and relaxed, her voice a slight murmur, and a slow smile softly blooming on—

Gah!

Right! A hug is all right! A hug should be all right, shouldn't it?!

Screw it: I'll make it all right.

I turn to my side and wrap Yukino in my arms, the left one forcefully sliding beneath her body until I can mash her against mine, her breasts flattening against a bra that I'm regretting wearing to bed.

"Good morning," I say with a voice that I hope doesn't come out as raspy and yearning as I feel it just did.

… Going by the way her cheeks tinge and her eyes lower, I'm going to guess my hopes were in vain.

"I… Is this… All right?" she asks. And my mind goes blank.

… Shut up, Hikky, that's not my default state.

"What?" Brilliant answer, Yui. Engaging and amusing. Witty beyond measure.

Maybe I can get him to teach me how to banter? I feel like Yukinon may need some repartee (is that how it's called?) from time to time.

"I… Getting in bed? With you? I didn't overstep, did I?"

… Speaking of needs.

I lean forward and, wondering once again at the fact I'm now allowed to do so, I take Yukinon's lips. It's morning, and we still haven't gotten out of bed, so I can feel the way our lips are still a bit rough, so I lean back just a bit and start coating hers with my saliva, licking her in circles as she lets out a shuddering breath that doesn't tickle, but is just warm enough to make me close my eyes before I push forward and my tongue enters her mouth, taking hers, spiraling around it, and our bodies shift, and she's now lying on her back, beneath me, as my body undulates over hers, each movement a surging wave of contact from our entangled legs to our bellies, our chests, and then I lower myself just a bit and it's also the place between our legs that makes contact, and I can see sparks and—

Stop. Stop, or I won't until we are both naked, and sweating, and Yukinon's face is a mess as I make her scream my name again and again—

Gah!

I push myself up and look down at her, her eyes opening to search for mine, her lips open, a small expression of disorientation, of yearning—

"Stop that," I whisper with something that's more breath than words.

"I… Why would you?" And that tone, that tone just—just—

Unfair! I'm trying to be a patient, good girlfriend! I'm trying not to get a year of frustration out and not stop until I need to replenish lost fluids! This would be so much better than dieting—

"Because…" Wait, why would I? Ah, yes, because they both have managed to infect me with their self-sacrificing ploys for the greater good. Augh! "Because I want you so much I don't know if I could stop if we went any further, and I love you too much to rush you into anything, and I know you, so I know you would just let me do whatever I wanted because you think you need to please me so I will stay around and that makes me mad because I have to second-guess everything just in case you are fooling yourself into going along with things and that's just—"

She kisses me.

It's short, barely more than a peck, her tongue coming out to lick along my lips just for a moment, but that moment is enough to leave me breathless as Yukinon finally takes the initiative and lets me know that she also wants me, that it's not me pushing ahead, forcefully making her accept my—

"Thank you," she says with a shy smile that makes my heart clench with the need to—

"I… For what?" Stop looking at her lips, stop looking at her lips, stop looking at her shiny, soft, enticing lips that—

Waking up like this can't be good for my health.

…

I don't care.

"For… For being you. For… caring."

… On the one hand, this isn't the time to be a horny, panicking bisexual. On the other, she's just so unfair.

"I… How could I ever not care for you?" I manage to say rather than dive down and put my tongue to more pleasurable applications.

Her smile widens, and her eyes narrow in a merry way I have very rarely seen from her.

"That's… Not something I can answer. Not something I want to answer. I'm… Yui, I just don't know why or how, but…"

She looks lost, her eyes glued to my own as if looking for some kind of answer in them, as if I would know how she should continue this sentence that I so very dearly want to hear the end of.

I don't. That's not who I am.

If she wants someone that can guess what she's thinking with just a glance, that always has the right words, even if they sound so wrong…

No. No, I can't let myself think like this! He trusted me! He told me this was something only I could do, something I could do just by being myself, and…

And I still trust him.

Enough to answer his trust.

"I also don't know, but… I don't think there's anything wrong with that? There's plenty of stuff I don't know, and people always make a big deal of complicating things, but look where that mess got us—if we could have just… accepted what we felt without having to think about it, if we just… were. Together. I… I think that would be just enough, don't you, Yukinon?"

Her head tilts to the side as her mouth softens in wonder, and I'm suddenly feeling very embarrassed, not only because I just said that load of nonsense, but because I have a very pretty girl under me, and my breasts are hanging down, and they are big enough that they brush hers each time she breathes, and my arms are starting to get uncomfortable, so in a moment I will be asphyxiating my girlfriend with my cleavage, which sounds very nice and is something I've often fantasized about, but not like this—

"Stop thinking you are dumb. You are so much smarter than me, Yui…"

…

… What?

"What?"

What?!

"Yukinon, do you feel all right? Do you have a fever? Quick! How many fingers am I holding up?!"

"None. Your hands are on the futon." Ah, there's a hint of her dry tone in there. Thank the Heavens.

"Right. Right. Maybe it isn't that serious. Do you want me to call Haruno—?"

"I take it back. I take it all back."

"Phew. That's such a relief…"

"It's…" And now she looks to the side, a bit embarrassed, almost bashful. "It's just that I think you are right, and that I would like to… just be. With you. For a while."

Something snaps inside my head and, before I realize it, my arms are no longer straining as I lower myself so that my chest rests on hers and my face is right in front of her even as she keeps looking to the side.

"Do you mean it?" I ask after kissing her cheek and then kissing her again, but in another spot, closer to her ear.

"I… Don't know what you think I just meant." She squirms beneath me, and I feel her slender body, the elegant curves I've so often admired, the long legs I've so often imagined how they would feel as I trailed my fingertips up them until I reached between them, and kissed and licked, and drowned myself in her scent, in her moans, in her—

I don't know when I started licking around her ear, but I'm now digging in her canal, and Yukinon is moaning just like I always thought she would, just like I dreamed I could make her moan as I massaged my breasts, pinched my nipples, plunged my fingers—

Gah!

Right. Talking. That's a thing.

A thing I can do while she keeps being just as entrancing as I always thought she would be if I ever managed to… This is hard. Being a sensitive, caring girlfriend that doesn't rush her lover into things she may not be ready for is hard.

As hard as Hikky would be if I ever told him what I am doing—nope. Not going there.

I mean, I'm sure Yukinon would laugh at it if I took a picture of the face he would make, but she may also die of embarrassment or turn it into a double suicide, so…

Ah. And it is unhealthy. Right. That's also something I should care about.

So. Talking.

With my girlfriend, not with any other person I want to either make jealous or turn on.

Repressing a frustrated sigh, I lean back and look at her.

At the way her cheek, neck, and ear glisten with my saliva.

And then I force myself to stop looking before I lose control once again.

"I… I was being dumb. You said you just wanted to be with me for a while, and I thought... I thought I could make you feel good, so good the rest of the world fell away, and you forgot everything but me making you feel good and… Dumb. Dumb, horny thoughts. I'm used to them."

Yukinon keeps breathing heavily and looking to the side, her wide eyes not seeing me, but whatever it is that she's staring at as if trying to anchor herself in the room.

"I… Can you?" she asks with a voice so small I wouldn't understand her if I was even a bit farther away.

"Can I… what?" Is she asking me this? Should she be asking me this?

"Can you really… make me forget everything but you and I exist?"

She still isn't looking at me, but the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she bites them…

"I… think I can. I think I can kiss you, and touch you, and lick you till your head goes as blank as mine does when I think of you and rub my—ah! Sorry! TMI!"

And now she looks at me.

Her eyes…

She's so beautiful.

"You really… touch yourself? Thinking about me?"

I think I'm blushing. Either that, or someone just set my face on fire.

The second option may mean that my suffering will be cut short, so it sounds better than it should…

I nod.

The burning intensifies.

I wasn't on fire! Why wasn't I on fire?!

"Really?" she asks with a touch of incredulity.

… Is this what Hikky enjoys so much? This crushing sense of shame and embarrassment? Is this what does it for him?

"Really…" I manage to mutter. And then… Oh, no. That's a really bad idea. Don't ask! Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask— "And you?"

Why did I ask?!

She hesitates, a bit of my blush dripping down on her cheeks.

"I… haven't."

Two words should never be so crushing.

"I never have," she continues, and three words should never be so confusing.

"What?"

"I—I thought it was dirty. Something good girls don't do."

Oh. Oh, no. Oh, dear, this is…

"Didn't your mom ever tell you about… you know?"

"What?" And no, she doesn't. Apparently.

"Didn't your mom ever teach you about… your body?"

Her face goes blank, right before it goes green. And before it was red.

So many colors…

"Your mother did what?"

Why is she—ugh! No! Gross! Hikky-levels gross!

"We talked! She explained things, told me it was natural! Things that were safe, and things that weren't!"

"Like what?!"

"Like—like exploring my… you know!"

"I most certainly don't!"

"Don't sound so proud of that!"

"Well, I most certainly am not—uh… Yui? Why are you taking your shirt off?"

"Remedial lessons."

"I don't need—"

"Oh, you certainly do."

I sit on top of Yukinon's belly before I twist my arms back and snap my bra open. I… I try not to be too self-conscious at the way they bounce when I free them and…

Yukinon is staring.

… Well, it's not like the burning could get any worse.

"All right. All right, let's see… This is my body. There's nothing dirty about it, nothing to be ashamed of. I live with it, so I may as well use it from time to time."

"That—"

"No. No, listen. These," I point at… them, "these are my breasts." Her eyes obediently follow my finger, and then remain fixed on… oh, I really thought the burning couldn't get any worse, but now it's traveling down. "They are a part of me, just like anything else. I need to touch them to shower, don't I?"

Yukinon nods without saying a single word, and I'm far too pleased by that.

"So… So it doesn't matter if I touch them for other things, does it?" I say, lifting the right one as I circle my areola with my left hand, and… And bite my lip as I desperately try not to moan while I fondle my chest as my girlfriend stares at me. "There's… There's nothing dirty. Nothing bad. I just… I am allowed to enjoy my body. It is mine, and nobody can tell me what to do with it."

Her eyes are still locked on my finger tracing a slow spiral toward my already hard nipple.

… I'm starting to think Mama was right: these are an unfair advantage.

I may need every single one.

"So…" I grab both my breasts, pushing them up and together like one of those Tawawa girls—I mean, like, like I'm showing her. Yup. That's completely innocent and not something I'm copying off a randy manga. "I can do whatever I want with my body. I can feel good with it. There's nothing wrong, nothing dirty…"

She's looking down.

Ah. Right. There may be a slightly noticeable increase in temperature at the point my body is resting on hers.

And wetness.

…

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

"That also isn't dirty!"

"I didn't say—"

"You were thinking it!"

"I just—"

"Fine! I'll show you!"

"I… really wasn't…"

Yukinon shuts up.

It's a good thing, because I'm standing over her, trying not to trip as I take a leg out of these ridiculously tight pants, and I feel the furthest thing possible from sexy as my naked breasts keep bouncing with every little jump as I desperately try to remain upright—

There's a bed right beside the futon I can sit on. I'm being dumb.

… For plenty of reasons.

Right. So I sit beside Yukinon's head, who is once again looking to the side, even if this time I know pretty well where is it that she's staring.

It's at my panties.

Powder blue, a simple design. Because it's not like yesterday I left home thinking I would be showing these to anyone…

They… They also have a pretty prominent spot on their front that's… slightly darker…

… Yukinon loaned me her pajamas, and they are stained with my… juices.

I really, really hope Haruno doesn't do the laundry.

…

Yukinon is still staring…

Right! Right, I've already gone this far; I shouldn't just… stop…

I'm pretty sure Mama told me to kick in the nuts any guy who said something like that, but what am I supposed to do here? Kick myself?

Aaaah! Fine! Fine! I'm rolling my panties down my legs! Happy now? Are you happy now, Yukinon?!

… Uh. Guess she is.

I mean, going by the way her eyes are still glued between my legs, her rosy cheeks, her quick breathing…

… I need a towel.

"Yu—Yukinon, I think… Uh… I may be about to stain your sheets?"

"Wh—why?"

And now she's looking at my eyes for a change.

I mean, it's somewhat relieving she still remembers I'm kind of a package deal. That the interesting places also have a head on top.

… I should not be writhing right now.

"Because I'm naked in front of you for the first time, and you're looking at me in a way that's making me think things, and I'm gushing like a—what are you making me say?!"

"Nothing! You just blurted everything out by yourself!"

"You asked!"

"I didn't know how much I was asking!"

"Well, get used to it! You got the whole package!"

"What does that even—"

I jump on top of her, and I kiss her.

She's… All right: she responds. A lot. A lot more than yesterday. Because either my halfhearted striptease managed to do something for her, or she's finally getting used to being allowed to do something more than lie there and take it, or the banter thing really does it for her, or maybe she's as horny—I mean frustrated as I am after spending the whole night cuddling together with no release in sight, and I—

Is she grabbing my ass?

I mean, she must be, because I'm moaning into her mouth, and my hips are grinding down on hers over the white futon, and her fingers are digging into my cheeks, and she's delicious, and smells so good I don't want her to shower, even if I would bite somebody's arm off for the chance to see her naked, water dripping down her perfectly shaped breasts, and, oh gods, did she also have to be a fast learner with this too?!

I throw my head back, and she chases me for just a moment before she opens her eyes. They are… hazy. I always think about ice, or the blue sky, or even snow, but now… Now they are… Like haze over a hot spring in winter, like something you know will feel like it burns you right before making you melt, your every muscle unknotting as…

All right. Yes. I've got muscles there, but I'm starting to think my butt may have already gotten enough of a massage.

"Yukinon… I've got other places too, you know?"

Her eyes clear of the haze, and she throws her arms to the side so fast I don't even catch it.

… Me and my big mouth.

"Sorry! Sorry, I don't know what came over me—"

"Me. Well, not quite. But it's damn close."

"Yui!"

"A bit soon to be screaming my name, but I like your enthusiasm."

"Wha—did you just…"

"Uh?"

She looks into my eyes, her own quickly recovering her composure.

Then she nods.

"Must have been a fluke."

... I think I should be mad, but I don't know why.

Aaaaanyway!

"Right, so, as I was saying… This is my body. It is mine. There's nothing dirty about it, and I am allowed to… play with myself."

Her mouth drops open.

I lean back until I'm sitting on her soft belly once again, most of my weight on my thighs on either side of her.

Then I put my pointer finger between my breasts and, very slowly, drag it down the middle of my body until it's right below my navel.

Yukinon follows it like I'm some kind of snake charmer.

Which… Well, it does sound appealing, to have her hypnotized by the movements of my body, perfectly still as I—right. Not the time to discover a new fetish.

(Note to self: look for the 'hypnosis' tag, but not the gross ones.)

"So. My body. Do you like my body, Yukinon?" I pause and she takes a moment to process my words before she nods. She's still looking at my finger. Aaaand my face's burning. Again. "So…" I lean farther back, holding myself up with my left arm as the right hand dips just a bit lower, the finger trailing through wet, soft hair. "This is also my body."

She nods.

… I don't think I'm getting more of an answer than that.

"And if I… If I touch myself like this…" I trace around my lips, making a very slow circle, feeling her own eyes, even her head, follow along the trajectory. "Or like this…" I dip my finger at the lowest part of my labia and drag it up through wet, warm flesh until I reach my clit. "Or even like this…" I… I have only seen this in hentai, but I always thought it would be so hot, so I take my pointer and middle fingers and make an inverted 'v' as I spread myself for Yukinon, who's cradling her head up to get a better look. I… I don't think she even realizes how I flinch when a single drop of… of that splashes on the futon's cover.

I need to breathe.

My head's getting lighter, and I swear the whole room smells like me, and that hasn't happened since that time I tried to see how much time I could go without needing to stop.

It… It was quite a while.

Sable kept scratching the door, asking to come in.

And whining.

Turns out, I've got more endurance than my dog—not like that!

Anyway! I'm touching myself on top of and in front of my girlfriend. Yes. That's a more rational thing to focus on.

I said 'rational,' not 'logical,' Hikky. You can go back to haunting my dreams.

"Look, I… Yukinon, what I mean is that… it feels good. And there's nothing… bad, or dirty about feeling good. It's your body; you have a right to enjoy it, and…"

"My body?" she says, finally looking up from my spread lips to my eyes.

It shouldn't be such a relief when she does that.

"Yes. Yes, your body. I'm only showing you, but I… I want you to practice, OK? I want you to explore, to learn what you like, so when I—when we do something, you can teach me and I don't do anything you dislike, because I would hate it if I made you dislike me, and I want everything to be perfect, and—"

"We… are stopping here?"

…

I think there's some kind of emergency alarm going off somewhere. I'll be sure about that when I emerge from the water that's making everything blurry and the sounds distant and—

Breathe.

"I… what?"

Yukinon flushes and writhes. The last part is particularly noticeable, seeing as she's right beneath me.

"Are you… Do you want to… I mean…" I'm babbling. That isn't surprising.

"I… I don't know," she says.

And looks at me.

With eyes blue like the sky after a spring shower, blue like something that has been washed and uncovered, and is clear and beautiful like a flower with dew on its petals. And I could pluck it, could take her, right here, right now. I could make her mine like I've wanted to throughout the past year.

I… I really could.

But I don't want to.

"Then… Until you can answer that with a firm 'yes,' until you are sure… Yes. We are stopping." My voice almost cracks at the end, and I only remember to close my stretched fingers because of the aching heat that sends a pang of longing through me as I—

No. None of that.

She's mine.

So I'll take care of her.

That's what Hikky wanted me to do.

"Are you… sure? Yui, I—"

I drop on top of her and kiss her so hard my lungs burn.

"Yukinon, please, please, don't tempt me. I want this to be perfect for you. I want you to enjoy yourself, to not have any stupid thoughts about it being dirty or something you have to do for me. I want this far more than I ever thought I could want something. But I still want you, and I don't know if I can keep holding back if you—"

Yukinon smiles beneath me.

It's… That smile. The one that's so rare, so precious, the one that she only has when she isn't aware of it, when she isn't talking or… It's…

Ah! I'm going to sound like one of Mr. Chuuni's unoriginal characters!

It's… Fine.

Fine!

It's the smile I want to protect.

… This is mortifying.

The way she looks incredibly cute as she kisses the tip of my nose will have to be compensation enough for my embarrassment. For now.

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