A/n: Almost a year since I last updated this fic, tbvh I haven't received many Mimato requests this year so that's possibly why this fic has been lying untouched. But on Tumblr, there was a writing event called Aug-kissed, and I was asked to write Mimato for some of the prompts so here we are!

I'm not sure if this story calls for an M rating though, there's nothing explicitly described but a lot of stuff is hinted / intended. If you think I'm better of changing the rating, then do let me know!

Pairing: Mimato

Prompts: Frantic Kisses/Using Tongue/Hickeys/Pink

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09. Your Pink Magic

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Yamato had never been fond of the colour pink as far as he could remember, but if anyone asked when he became attracted to it, the memory always appeared quite clearly in his mind.

Years ago, on a typical summer day when he was heading back home from band practice, the sun was setting and its orange glow covered the streets with a lazy dullness, making the people who passed him by look sluggish under its weight. But only for a moment, a flash of bright pink appeared within his sight, almost blinding him with its shine that stood out amongst the drab scene. He stopped in his tracks, recognising the familiar face responsible for the sudden burst of colour in his view.

Yamato never stopped her for a greeting back then, he only watched from afar as she crossed the road to the other side, her laugh resonating around him despite the distance, her bright pink hair bobbing up and down as she ran ahead to catch up with some friends. The wide smile on her face, the infectious excitement in her voice, the glittering shine in her pink strands as the sunlight danced across it, the skip in her step even as the world around her dragged its feet, it was a scene that was forever etched in his mind.

To this day, Yamato had never met anyone else capable of carrying pink hair as beautifully as Mimi.

Which is why tonight was turning out to be so difficult for him.

No, Mimi hadn't suddenly decided at the age of 27 to colour her hair pink again, but the dress she had donned tonight was the exact same shade as her hair used to be in the past, the only shade of pink that Yamato found endearing.

Tonight, they were attending the wedding reception of one of Mimi's closest teammates, someone who had worked with her from when her website was first launched. To be precise, Yamato was attending the party while Mimi was at the centre of it all being the nice boss and friend that she was, helping in every way possible. He didn't mind sitting at the bar by himself, having gotten used to such situations thanks to both Takeru and Mimi's social lives. He rather preferred doing a customary round of greetings after arriving at a venue and then taking it slow, talking to people only when he was approached. He'd hoped that this evening would also be no different than many others, but when Mimi stepped out of the dressing room in that dress, his prayers were a lost cause.

Yamato didn't know, if the dress was a conscious choice on Mimi's behalf or if it was forced upon her by the bride. In case it was the former, then he wondered if he was being punished for some mistake he might've made months ago, because Mimi was aware of what this colour did to him, especially when she was dressed in it.

But Yamato was still sober when they'd just left home and was able to control all his urges right until the ceremony was over, it was when the first glass of champagne appeared in his hand that his thoughts began to wander to a territory not suitable to explore at someone else's wedding. Perhaps he would've been fine had Mimi not drifted so far away from him as the night stretched on, and if the alcohol being served was something light like beer.

But now it would almost be an hour since Mimi left his side and he'd downed a questionable amount of glasses to keep his attention diverted, in short, it was too difficult for him to reel back his thoughts anymore. His eyes followed her around the room like a hawk, though even if he lost sight of her for a minute, her voice would always find its way to his ears to keep him on track and her pink dress made sure to capture his attention amongst the crowd.

There was nothing too extravagant about the dress, the length was modest with it falling till her ankles, it was off the shoulder from one side and the other side had a large lotus-like flower protruding out of the strap, which was not really Mimi's style. Maybe he was right in assuming that it had been picked for her, but even in its simplicity, the dress wrapped itself around Mimi's figure so perfectly, that Yamato's fingers itched for the honour to take it off. She had done up her hair in a high ponytail, with a few strands falling out. Every time she turned her back to him he could see the nape of her neck which was begging to be caressed, every time she tilted her head to the side a strand of hair would tangle loosely, begging to be fixed back into place by his hands.

Yamato began to drum his fingers against the bar counter, hoping that building the right rhythm would help with keeping his mind busy and with his hand finally having something to do, he'd stop gulping down champagne like it was water. He wondered if Mimi was planning to stay until the end of the reception, another 30 minutes or so he could still survive on his own in his fantasy land, but any longer than that and he'd be making his way towards her and telling her they needed to head home now in not so subtle words.

Now might be a good time to get some fresh air, he thought, glancing at the glass that lay half-empty in front of him.

Yamato let the tune he'd built up in his mind rest with a few light taps against the counter, raising his hand instead to grab the glass and finish his drink. Gulping it all down at once was perhaps not the best move considering his state of mind, but he was hoping that a short walk outside the venue would help in sobering up. As he stood up from the stool, he dusted his coat off, deciding that he'd remove it and loosen his tie when he stepped outside. He searched for Mimi in the big hall, although he was planning to drop her a text in case she got worried, he still wanted to see if he could make eye contact and let her know of his plan. To his surprise however, Mimi was not talking to the group of people he'd seen her greet a few minutes ago but was herself making her way out of the venue, her eyes cast downwards as she rushed forward, to avoid having to make small talk with anyone who stopped her.

It was possible, that the universe heard Yamato's desperate thoughts and decided to award him with a golden chance.

Bubbling with newfound excitement and energy, Yamato followed her out as discreetly as possible, using the crowd around them as cover so she wouldn't notice him. He wasn't planning to jump her in a dark corridor or anything creepy like that, but he just wanted to make sure that if he did approach her, she'd be willing to reciprocate in equal parts. If he figured out she was tired or not feeling well, Yamato would simply step forward and offer to head back home immediately.

Things became complicated when Mimi slipped into the women's washroom, leaving Yamato standing alone in the corridor as he hesitated over his next step.

It would make sense for him to enter the washroom if Mimi was feeling unwell, but since he hadn't gotten a good look at her face, he couldn't be sure. He didn't want some other lady spotting him in there and raising unnecessary alarms, so he paced outside the washroom for a few minutes, hoping that Mimi would come out soon enough. But when she didn't, he let go of all inhibitions and barged into the toilet, ready to face whatever consequences that awaited him.

"Mimi, are you okay?"

His loud voice echoed around the space, which to his luck, was empty. It was a typical sort of washroom you'd expect from a wedding venue, posh furnishings, marble flooring and granite sinks. Lights bordered the frame of the mirror fixed above the sink, reflecting off the white marble floors, it made the whole space look much brighter than needed. Mimi stood at the sink, turning around to face him with a surprised look on her face holding an open lipstick in one hand.

" Yamato?"

Shutting the door behind him, Yamato ventured closer to Mimi, knowing that the washroom was empty filled him with some confidence, though chances of any girl walking in the very next second should not have been ruled out of his mind. Mimi continued to stare at him with wide eyes, her mouth half open as she tried to make sense of the situation. When he was standing right in front of her, he leaned down to get a good look at her face in an attempt to spot any signs of exhaustion or fatigue.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry," Mimi spoke quickly, shaking her head as she twisted the cap of her lipstick back on and faced him with a reassuring smile, "I was just redoing my makeup before the photoshoot."

"I see," Yamato said, feeling a little relieved, "I just-I couldn't get a good look at your face when you left the hall and then you weren't coming out-"

"Thank you." Mimi stopped his rambling explanation, resting a hand on his cheek.

In retrospect, Yamato realised that it had not been a good move on Mimi's behalf. Despite the confidence she took in understanding people better than him, she did not catch on to the dangerous effects her gentle touch could have on a half drunk yet fully smitten Yamato.

"But you really shouldn't be here, people might kick up a fuss-"

Although he could hear her clearly, none of the words registered in his mind as he took in the sight of her face up close. It was still a mystery to him, how everything about Mimi could be so perfect. Her brown eyes were always so enticing, like two big, round drops of caramel beckoning him towards heavenly bliss, her cheeks always stood out like two empty canvases, ready to be tinted in the right colours at his command, and her lips were always curved so coyly, as if teasing him into a game of push and pull, one that would end in both their victories. And now, shining with a fresh coat of her pink lipstick, her lips looked nothing less than a present placed under a Christmas tree, he had no choice but to unravel the ribbon and see for himself if the wait had been worth it.

"So, I think that you really should leave-"

Yamato nodded to himself, coming to a decision about what he was going to do next, but Mimi took that as a sign of his acknowledgement of her requests and let her guard down with a relieved sigh. Before she could turn around to face the mirror again, however, Yamato leaned down and landed a kiss on her lips.

She let out a surprised gasp, stumbling on her feet under the sudden onset of his weight. The lipstick slipped from her fingers as she struggled to clutch the granite sink counter for some support, the sound of it dropping against the floor clattered around them like an alarm but it was too late to pay heed to any warning now. Yamato cupped her cheeks in both his hands, pushing her face towards him so he could use his tongue to lick her lips, pleading with her to let him in.

With whatever force she could manage after his surprise ambush, Mimi was able to free herself from his grasp for a moment to respond breathlessly, "Yamato, we can't." Her voice depicted the urgency of the situation quite well, but her eyes sparkling with excitement betrayed any meaning her words may have held.

"Hmm…" Yamato nodded again, putting one hand behind her back so she wouldn't be pressed against the hard edge of the sink when he leaned in closer, pushing their bodies as close as possible. The whimpering sound that Mimi tried her best to muffle was not lost to his ears and he smirked down triumphantly at her, "But we will."

There was no more room for discussion as he brought his lips to hers once again, this time he wasn't met with any resistance and Mimi gladly allowed him to plunge deeper into her. The passion with which she responded made him smile against her lips, her intentions were quite opposite of what she had claimed just a moment ago. Her hands were quick to wrap themselves around his neck, with one hand tangling with his hair at a pace that made the threads holding his sanity together snap one by one. When Mimi stopped to clutch at his hair, Yamato let out a low grunt, pulling away from her lips so he could leave a trail of frantic kisses across her cheek, then her chin and then all the way down to her neck, using his free hand to trace the shape of her collarbone. His lingering touch made Mimi moan much louder than she had before, which wasn't something he should've taken pride in, considering anyone could walk in on them because of the sound, but Yamato found himself getting bolder the more Mimi reciprocated.

He dragged one finger across the hem of her dress, stopping near the single strap that kept the dress in place on her shoulder, though when he looped his fingers around the strap, Mimi let go of his hair and quickly covered his hand with her own, stopping him from taking the dress off with her quick instinct.

"Not the dress, please." She begged straight into his ears, knowing that he would find it hard to resist the soft, gasping tone of her voice, "I still have to join them in the photos."

"Tsk." Yamato clicked his tongue in annoyance as he raised his head for a moment to meet her eyes.

He didn't plan to defy this request of hers as he was vaguely aware of how they were in a public space, but he still wanted to let her know that he'd have his way one way or the other, be it right now or later in their bedroom. Mimi pressed her lips together at the look in his eyes, the colour in her cheeks deepened as she agreed to his silent declaration with a light shake of her head. Thinking that his craving was satisfied for the time being, Mimi let her guard down yet again and Yamato just couldn't resist surprising her with his drive.

He dropped to his knees, making Mimi let out a loud yelp before she covered her mouth to muffle her voice as much as possible. Yamato didn't bother to look up at her as he used one hand to lift her dress while the other grazed softly across her ankles to her thighs. Mimi's whole body trembled at his touch, and each breath was accompanied by an enticing sound she tried so hard to suppress. Yamato held onto her thigh and then used his lips to plant kisses in the same pattern as he had followed with his hand. He needed to hold onto Mimi because the way her body moved when his lips brushed against her skin or when he teased her by using his tongue to lick the sensitive spots, it was a miracle that she was able to stand straight at all. Even with her hand covering her mouth, her moans filled the washroom, though Yamato could only hope that it didn't yet cut through the walls to reach the corridor outside.

He was trying his best to not crumple Mimi's dress but as he dragged his lips higher across her thighs and her intoxicating scent reached his nose, Yamato's hand fisted around the soft material of her dress, most likely creasing it visibly. That must have been a good enough wake-up call for Mimi to try and regain control of the situation. As Yamato placed his head in between her thighs, spreading them apart to meet his need, the sight of Mimi's pink lacy thong covering up the bare minimum made all the blood in his body rush to one spot. He tilted his head upwards, grabbing onto the bottom part of the fabric with his teeth and almost immediately, he felt Mimi's hand clutch onto a fistful of his hair as she yanked his head back. She was lucky that he had the good sense to let go of her underwear, or it would've definitely ended up torn given the force with which she held onto his head. She moved her hand slightly, forcing him to look upwards and face her, which Yamato knew would end up being his kryptonite for the night.

" Please, Yamato," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She let go of his hair and instead turned her attention to the part of her dress he was still holding onto, using both her hands to untangle it from his grasp. "I know what you want," she spoke up softly, her voice lacked the pleading tone from earlier and was much more coy, with a teasing smile she brought one of her hands to her lips, placing two fingers above them as she pouted down at him, "and I will let you have it, but for now, can you make do with these lips instead?"

One might say that if Yamato gave in to her demand, he'd be losing this battle, but to be fair to both of them, he'd rarely ever attempted to win against Mimi anyway.

He stood up, letting her dress drop back into position while he planted another deep kiss on her lips. Mimi rested one of her hands behind his back while the other caressed his cheek in slow, soothing movements, similar to how her tongue played with his. It was her way of telling him that even if he didn't get his prize immediately, the consolation was perhaps an equally good feeling. When they broke the kiss to catch their breaths, Yamato caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, Mimi's freshly applied pink lipstick was now all over his mouth and chin making him look rather suspicious to an unaware person. He glanced at Mimi, while the shade of the lipstick had faded off her lips, overall her makeup seemed intact so at least she wouldn't get mad at him for that. Though, her cheeks and nose were drenched in a deep pink blush, which painted a stark contrast to her gleaming, clean neck and it made Yamato want to bite down on it just so it would turn a shade that matched her face.

"Don't you dare give me a hickey." Mimi raised a finger, pointing it towards him in a threatening manner as apparently, she could now read his mind like an open book, "I told you I still have to be in the photos!"

Yamato contemplated her words for a while but then decided to have his way since she owed him for not dropping everything to rush back home so they could finish what they'd started instead. He caught on to the strap on her shoulder again, sliding it down before Mimi could react. First, he kissed the newly exposed spot, and then dug his teeth into her skin, sucking at the portion, then running his tongue across it to soften the blow. When he let go a minute later, a fresh red bruise shaped like his teeth was perfectly visible on Mimi's shoulder.

Nodding satisfactorily at the result, Yamato put the strap of her dress back into place, covering up the mark almost completely as he met her eyes smugly, "That won't show in the photos, I'm sure."

Mimi opened her mouth to argue back but they both heard heels clicking against the floor outside, sending them into alarm as they tried to figure out how to deal with the tricky situation. Through whatever miraculous reason, Mimi was still partially in her senses and she came up with a plan in mere seconds. Dragging Yamato by the arm, she made him stand adjacent to the door of the washroom, taking a deep breath as she fixed her hair and patted her cheeks. She sent one last warning look in his direction and then opened the door with a big smile plastered on her face.

"Ah, Mimi! We were looking for you!" A girl's voice floated in from somewhere in the corridor, "The photographer finished with his meal, so they're starting with the photo shoot now."

"I'm so sorry!" Mimi called out in a high pitched voice as she left the washroom, leaving the door behind her just slightly open so Yamato could peek when it was the right time to make an exit, "I was redoing my makeup and then I got a little bit carried away." He heard her laugh loudly, and her friend joined in without hesitation.

"No wonder you look so good! Which brand did you use for your blush, it's so naturally pink."

Yamato had to put a fist to his mouth to keep a laugh of his own from escaping. He leaned closer into the open gap of the door to catch Mimi's response, a little bummed that he couldn't see the look on her face when she spoke.

"Oh, this brand's not available on the market anymore."

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A/n: After this when they head home in cab, Mimi makes Yamato sit in the front because her dress did get creased and it's very much visible in the photos hehehe.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, reviews are always welcome!