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Sex with Mafuyu is the same as always. Annoyingly good.
That was Ena’s favorite part about dating her. The way she would touch her always seemed to be exactly what she wanted. She still kissed the same, too—her hand resting on Ena’s hip as she pulled her onto her lap.
It really was intoxicating, and if she didn't know any better, she’d say it was loving.
“Do you kiss Shizuku like this?” Ena separates her lips from Mafuyu’s enough to get words out, earning a small laugh from her.
“Maybe.” Mafuyu’s hand slides up Ena’s skirt, sprawling her fingers across her thigh. “Why?”
She is so damn frustrating. Why? It's obvious why. Mafuyu is hers. Break up or not.
“Does it make you angry, Ena?”
“No.”
Mafuyu pinches the soft skin of Ena’s thigh—the sudden sting drawing a small whine from the brunette.
“Liar.”
She shifts uncomfortably on top of Mafuyu. The feeling of heat that rushes through Ena’s body is embarrassing, to say the least.
Of course she's angry. Why wouldn't she be? The thought of Mafuyu treating Shizuku like this fills her with a deep sense of rage. She doesn't like to share her things. They may not be dating—but the mark that Ena has on Mafuyu is permanent.
“You hate it, don't you?” Mafuyu’s hand slides just a tad higher, Ena’s dress bunching up around her wrist. Her words are barely a question. They're more like a statement. Something she knows is true. “You hate the idea of me touching Shizuku like this.”
“You know the answer to that,” Ena whispers. Mafuyu’s wandering hands are doing a number on her brain. She can't stay angry when she’s touching her like this.
“Do I?”
“You’re not stupid, Mafuyu.” Ena reaches down to grip her wrist, taking the initiative to pull it higher herself. “And I'm not either.”
Instead of a response, she just gets a scoff from Mafuyu, and another teasing pinch of her thigh—which is about two seconds away from driving her completely crazy.
“Tell me you missed me,” Mafuyu mutters, her free hand snaking up Ena’s back, teasingly lingering on the zipper of her dress.
“Fuck you.”
“Say it, or I'll stop.”
Ena almost laughs at that. It's just not true. She knows Mafuyu wants this just as badly as she does. The hungry look in her eyes tells her everything she needs to know. But, she’ll humor her. Just this once.
“I missed you.”
The smile that grows on Mafuyu’s lips when she says that is almost evil. It would be concerning if it wasn't so hot—god, Ena must be really far gone.
“Yeah,” Instead of unzipping her dress, Mafuyu’s hand slides up to tangle into Ena’s hair, harshly pulling on it until their faces are close enough for their noses to bump. “I know you did.”
Ena gasps when their lips meet again. She expected it, yes. But this kiss is different. It's harsh and heavy—lips caught between teeth, breath mixing, the tension between them getting hotter as it goes on.
“I love you, Mafuyu.”
Mafuyu laughs, her fingers finally pull at the zipper—letting her fingertips brush over Ena’s now bare back.
“Yeah, I love you too, Ena.”
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Mafuyu isn't in bed when Ena wakes up.
Not that she's shocked, that's such a her thing to do. She would treat Ena like some cheap one-night stand. Her rose colored glasses have worn off now. She still is upset, though.
After she went through all the effort to go down on Mafuyu, too! She is not an easy woman to please, either. She takes about twenty minutes to get off—and Ena’s tongue is only so strong.
Ena sits up in bed, her eyes running over her room with a groan. What is with Mafuyu’s obsession with throwing her clothes everywhere? It was hot at the moment, sure, but now her room is a complete fucking mess, and all she has to show for it are a couple of annoyingly placed marks on her neck, a sore jaw, and lingering feelings of frustration. She decides to ignore the frustration and ache in her body, gets out of bed, throws on the closest shirt that's clean, then leaves her room.
“You must’ve had fun last night.”
Ena groans at the familiar sound of her roommate's voice. She absolutely knew that this was coming—of course she did. Yet, Mizuki is the most annoying person to have this conversation with. At least she doesn't have to deal with her knowing it was with Mafuyu. She knows Mizuki didn't come home last night, so as long as Mafuyu left early enough, she should be fine!
“I guess.” She responds quickly, attempting to make it to the kitchen and out of Mizuki’s sight—which is hard considering their kitchen is open…and always has been. Ena doesnt know why she even thought that would work.
“Was Mafuyu at least good?”
Well fuck.
“What gave it away this time?” Ena doesnt bother trying to deny or fight it. It's no use. Mizuki loves to tease, but she can just hear in her tone that she’s sure.
“This room fucking reeks of cheap vanilla and peach.”
Ena thinks back to last night when Mafuyu and her made out on basically every possible surface in the living room. The whole room smelling like her is definitely not impossible.
“You know what she smells like?!”
“She’s worn the same perfume since high school, of course I do!”
She can't even defend herself. Instead, she decides to just abandon whatever she’s doing in the kitchen—not that she knows what that is, but she knows she's done with it. With a sigh, she walks back into the living room, sitting down right next to Mizuki.
“I thought you were done with her, Ena.”
“I am!”
“So, then why did you sleep with her?”
It was about power. Or, at least, that’s what Ena is telling herself. She can still manage to get Mafuyu Asahina into her bed. That was her goal. She was going to get the ego boost, then leave her. That’s always been what she wanted…right?
It should've been about showing that she could still get Mafuyu’s attention. She won against Shizuku. She got to take her home. She should be satisfied. She should be able to move on.
But it’s not enough. Ena feels incomplete. She needs something more.
She’s going to get Mafuyu back for herself. Not because she loves her, but because no one else deserves that fucked up woman. No one but Ena.
“I didn't want to,” Ena responds, now that shes armed with more confidence, the lie comes easily. “She was looking at me like she was going to cry if I didn't take her home.”
Mizuki stared at Ena, her eyes searching all over her face skeptically.
“Uh-huh…”
“You know she told me she loved me last night.”
She leaves out the fact that she did, in fact, say it first. That’s not important. It was a moment of weakness—one Ena will not find herself in again.
“Oh, did she?”
“Yep! I bet she’s never said that to Shizuku!”
“Yeah, I'm sure she hasn't.”