AD 2208, 4/2, 11th Hierarchical City of Shinatsu – Unknown Area

As she awakens from a deep, fitful sleep, Lambda Nanaya sighs contently, feeling the strong, muscular arms around her stomach tighten as bucked-teeth set upon her left ear. Lazy and content, she turns her head to regard her wife with a drowsy, brilliant smile. "Makoto, I've barely woken up."

Giggling, Makoto retracts her teeth from her wife's ear, cooing, "But it's my birthday, Lambda." Her tail begins wagging, swirling the comforter and sheets. "Besides, can't a gal appreciate her wife on their anniversary?"

Lambda's smile softens into something intimately saccharine, twisting in her wife's arms to press a teasing kiss upon her nose. "Mm… Perhaps your logic is sound." She scratches Makoto behind the ear whilst pressing another kiss, this one to her wife's full lips. Pulling away, she sighs, "Still, what did you have in mind?"

Makoto's answering flushed grin is almost blinding as her tail's wagging ramps up. Her scratched ear twitches playfully. "Well, ya see, I got this idea in my head that we should go flying today, really take in the wildlife, ya know?"

Lambda grins wide for a moment, excited to see the local tartar pools, until her memory rings. She frowns softly, furrowing her brows, confused. "But, isn't Akane out with the flu?"

Makoto's grin turns mischievous as she rubs their noses together. "Good thing I know a gal with wings, then…"

Lambda sighs as she holds Makoto up, soaring past the trees while her wife whoops and hollers.

Makoto calls above the rushing wind, "See?! I told ya it'd be fun!"

Lambda huffs, her suit feeling tighter than before. She's been slacking off on exercise… Strangely enough, that doesn't bother her though…

Makoto, eyes locking on Lambda's contemplative expression, huffs, "Something wrong, babe?"

Lambda hums, "My suit is… a little tight." She glances down at Makoto. "But I… don't mind?"

Makoto scoffs, smirking, "Well, duh!" She reaches up as they come to their destination, a large cliff overlooking the river that flows down into the sea, to squeeze Lambda's hips happily. "Remember, babe, I'll love ya no matter what!"

Lambda smiles at the reassuring words, even as a particular part of her suit feels… really tight.

As they come in for the landing, Lambda enters a safe position to allow Makoto to roll away, prompting that area, the tight material around her glutes, to tear on either side.

Lambda's eyes widen as an unwilling squeak leaves her lips, face going blood red as the wind caresses her now bare cheeks. Hands flying to her backside, she squeals, "M-Makoto, blanket, the blanket!"

Makoto whips around to see the material's torn strips fluttering in the wind, and her eyes widen. Panicking over the tears beading in her wife's wide eyes, Makoto rushes to get the spare blanket out of the picnic basket, and then hurriedly wraps it around her wife's waist.

Makoto hastily murmurs, "It's alright, babe, there's no one around!" She wraps the smaller woman in a firm, comforting hug with arms and tail. "Just breathe with me, okay? No one saw."

Lambda whimpers as she buries her face in Makoto's shoulder, tears still flowing. "I-I… I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to…"

Makoto pets her hair, huffing, "Hey, hey!" She presses a kiss to a quivering cheek. "Breathe, remember? I've got ya." She mutters, "Why did Kokonoe make that thing so tight, anyways?"

Lambda automatically supplies, "Ergonomics, aerodynamic potential, and because it's effective." She groans, "I'm going to have to explain this to her…"

Makoto scoffs, "Nah." She lifts Lambda into a bridal carry, tail wagging irritably. "Kokonoe just needs to stop being such a cheapskate." She cheekily grins down at Lambda, winking. "Besides, we can always keep it and say ya lost it!"

Lambda frowns confusedly. "But I'm a terrible liar." She cutely furrows her brows. "That aside, why would…?" After a moment's thought, she blanches, blushing heavily. "Oh."

Makoto giggles, "Yup, yup!" She leers giddily. "It's gonna be a bit of a hike back to my folk's, but daddy can give us a lift back to the house, and then I can show ya—! Hey!"

Lambda keeps Makoto's nose pinched, pouting in embarrassment. "Makoto, this suit is for battle, not the bedroom."

Makoto pouts. "Oh sure, so when it's my outfit getting torn up—"

Lambda releases her hold, eyes wide and darting as she harshly stammers, "M-Makoto! We're!"

Makoto sighs, "In public, I know, yada, yada." She pats Lambda. "If ya really don't wanna…"

Lambda, now calming down, gives the premise another calculating evaluation. It would… Sighing, she flushes as maroon as her eyes. "I just…" She looks up. "How can I fight in this after something like that?"

Makoto snuggles her wife onto the grass, pulling out the other blanket and then moving them to it. "Well, I have some pointers if ya really wanna know." She beams, hazel eyes sparkling. "Besides, it's not like this is our first wardrobe malfunction." Her tail wags. "Remember that spar when we—?"

Lambda silences her wife with a deep kiss, exasperatedly huffing into her mouth. Honestly…

Ultimately, the visit to Makoto's family and the party goes rather smoothly, Lambda being given some of Makoto's younger sister, Mikoto's, clothes to compensate for her ruined suit. From her place next to Makoto, she watches the rest of their celebrating, vibrant family with a happy sigh.

Makoto's mother, Mariko, pats Lambda on the back with a serious stare. "Thank you for being so good to her, Lambda." She smirks mischievously. "But between you and me…" She leans in, whispering.

Lambda's eyes widen in horrified embarrassment, letting out a whining hum and burying her face in her mug of hot chocolate, cheeks burning so hard she fears they'll crisp.

Mariko giggles, "Just something to keep in mind for future anniversaries, 'kay?"

Lambda nods rapidly, keeping her eyes on the table. "Y-Yes."

Makoto whines, "Mommy! What did you tell her?!"

Mariko's eyes gleam. "Oh, just a few marital tips, that's all!"

Mariko's smug expression soon turns to embarrassment as her husband, Masato, pulls her up with a single, massive hand. His tail wags.

Masato laughs, "Darlin,' you can't just go scarin' the poor kids like that!" He grins toothily. "Besides, I'm sure that all that fancy technology they've got makes it a breeze too— Oof!"

Makoto's right hook connects perfectly with her father's stomach.

Makoto cries out, "Enough, already!"

Wheezing, Masato impressively hoists his wife upon his shoulder. "G-Got it…"

Makoto scowls, tail flicking angrily. "Seriously, ya don't need to give us love-life advice!"

Lambda loosely nods her agreement, still whirling over the suggestions. Could they really…? Logistics alone dictate…

Makoto sighs, "Anyways, thanks for a great birthday, everybody!" She spreads her arms. "C'mere! Big sis wants hugs before she goes home!"

The cries of Makoto's siblings drown out all else as even Lambda finds herself whisked to the center of a crushing embrace, face beet red from both embarrassment and lack of air.

Still, looking at her beaming wife, so happy with her mischievous family…

Lambda can't help but smile.