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“Let’s have sex.”
“No.”
“Yes.” Sana quickly follows.
“Nope.” Crossing her legs, Momo insists even more firmly, her voice raised not the slightest though.
“Please – ” Sana drawls, her tone a mixture of pleading and whining, leaning forward for Momo to take in the puppy eyes she puts up better.
Momo watches, not speaking a word, but her blush betrays her. Sana falls on her before she can come up with something, her head nestled on Momo's thigh, looking up at her with a smirk.
“Please.” She says again.
“No – Sana.” Momo sighs, covering those eyes that have always gotten her to budge. It’s a Sana thing, she sees through your hesitation with that endearing look.
Sana blinks under Momo’s hand, her eyelashes faintly brushing her palm. Momo pulls back, hugging her knees closer to her chest. “You’re like a teenager in their puberty. Wanting to make out all the time.”
“Well, I just want to be close to you. Am I not allowed to do that?” Sana pouts at her tease. Sitting on her heels now, she wraps her arms around Momo’s calves, her chin resting on the latter’s knees. “Am I not supposed to?”
Momo sways her a little with her legs, but Sana isn’t letting go. She can’t help but smile at that. “I’m sick.”
“I don’t mind. As long as you’re not sick of me.” She smiles as she sees Momo chuckle.
“That I won’t.” Momo hums for a bit before speaking up, her lips tugging subtly at the corner. “How do you want me then? Do you want me to ride you, or the other way round?”
Sana’s ears turn red at that, some thoughts forming on her lips, then dying, waking and sleeping in her mind. Her arms loosens and her body draws away, her front no longer pressed tightly onto Momo’s legs. Her reaction tells everything, and Momo knows instantly that she’s made the right move, letting out a soft laugh as she pulls herself out from her girlfriend’s embrace.
If there’s a threshold for feeling intimate and it is measured in terms of total area of bodily contact, Momo is happy with just holding hands, while Sana, being the touchy person she is, will prefer latching onto Momo whenever she can. The two are quite different in this sense. But Momo knows, if she just ups the game by a little, going pass her comfort zone and beyond Sana’s, she’s usually not the one feeling uncomfortable.
It’s been a while since the deliberate questions were asked, and nothing comes back from Sana still.
“Is your body temperature rising above mine? I’m the patient here, pay some respect.” Momo teases.
“Shut up, I – gosh, Momo.” Sana retorts, stumbling over her words regardless. Lying down on her back sprawled, she sighs as she fails to conjure up anything. “Right, you win.”
“You brought it up.” Momo notes calmly.
“Never that precise.” Sana whines. “You’re being too explicit.”
Momo huffs a small laugh through her nose and shakes her head. A silence descends and eases in between them, one that clears Momo’s mind again. Before she reaches for the book she’s put aside when they started arguing, though, Sana rolls onto her stomach.
“Not that I’ve never thought about it.” She says quietly, her voice muffled against the sheets. “Probably more explicit than that.”
“Yeah, I have no doubt about that.” Momo comments jokingly, idly flipping the pages as she tries to recall the page number she’s left off. Adding moments later, she looks up at Sana, her tone dropping to a softer one. “I just don’t want to pass the cold onto you, you know?”
“I do.”
“Good. I’m going to read now, you think you’d be okay with that?”
Sana makes a little sad noise against the sheets, some form of purring coming from the back of her throat, but nods anyway.
She stays still like that from that point onwards, lying prone with her face down. Momo can’t help but let her mind wander and drift off to check on that saddened bundle time and again, giving in at last.
“Sana?”
Sana’s voice faintly comes through the sheets. “Yeah?”
“You can cuddle next to me,” Momo pauses, “if you want to.”
“Won’t I catch a cold from you then?” Sana echoes her earlier words playfully.
Momo shrugs. “Well. Up to you.”
Sana rolls onto her side and settles comfortably, one arm folded under her head. Still having Momo’s attention on her, she proposes. “Wanna guess what’s on my mind now?”
“Do I risk my life by saying I’m not interested?”
Sana holds back a giggle, smirking instead as she eyes her girlfriend, and gives the answer away. “I’m picturing the ways you’d ride me.”
“Stop flirting.” Momo mumbles, looking away. There’s no way she can hold Sana’s gaze after what’s been spoken, not to mention the powerful eyes Sana has. Momo keeps her head down and fixes her eyes on the page, seeing the words but practically reading none. Nothing gets processed, no page is turned for a minute.
That principle of upping the game? Well, it goes both ways. Really depends on who initiates it; Momo considers it a first-mover advantage of some sort.
Eventually, the tension building up within her messes her up so badly that she can’t resist the urge to get up and out of the bed.
“Wait, Momoring – ” Sana blunders to sit up and grab her arm. “Have I pushed it too far? I’m sorry.”
Momo turns towards her, finding herself speechless. In part because she has indeed, for a moment, considered what Sana’s said. She’s always had a soft spot for this girl since they were friends, and she still gets affected by her easily, them being lovers now.
The soreness rushes in not long after. Momo almost forgets she’s sick, and Sana pulls her down without using too much force, reaching up to touch her forehead after she takes in the temperature of her hand with a gasp.
“You seriously need to get some rest now.” She rubs the back of Momo’s hand nervously. “I didn’t know it was this bad. Shouldn’t have done all that talking.”
“I never said I didn’t like it.” Momo laughs. Not gonna lie, she kind of enjoys the way Sana is being overprotective and tentative towards her. “It’s no big deal. Still capable of doing many things other than having sex.”
“Stop it.” Sana nudges her, pouting. As Momo settles against the headboard, Sana cuddles into her side and pulls up the blanket for both of them. Careful not to cause any distraction, she only holds onto the hem of Momo’s shirt, who peels her hand off soon and laces their fingers. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.”
Momo nods and goes back to reading, keeping their hands entwined under the cover. She finds herself dozing off after another chapter, though she will argue that Sana has made it impossible not to fall asleep. It’s warm having her by her side. Makes her feel lazy. That’s why she isn’t particularly productive around Sana, just proving that once again.
Momo’s head plops down from drowsiness and the sudden motion wakes her, noticing Sana already asleep next to her. It isn’t a surprise though. Sana is usually more vibrant and tireless when she moves around, living her life to get her energy, but bored to death if she’s asked to do nothing. Momo’s soft breathing and the white noise coming from the heating must have lulled her to sleep, too.
Momo turns off the overhead light with the switch beside their bed before putting up the night light, which is set in the far corner of the room and gives off a dimmer glow. She slides herself down along the headboard and creeps under the blanket, making sure Sana is tucked in unstirred.
Sana still holds onto her hand. Momo savours the moment by watching her in the dim light shone from behind, tracing her familiar features with her eyes. She’s like a bear that hibernates now, and Momo finds it cute.
Momo thinks back to what Sana has said earlier, but discards it before her imagination goes wild, knowing it won’t help a bit with her catching her sleep.
She leans in to leave a peck on Sana’s temple, closing her eyes and waiting for sleep to take her, then vaguely feels Sana stirs, who then guides Momo’s arm on top of herself. Momo loops her arm around Sana’s waist as the latter seeks her touch, earning a brush of Sana’s lips on hers. Kissing her back, Momo smiles against it, but never opens her eyes to check.
“Good night.” She gives a gentle rub on Sana’s side, whispering softly.
Sana kisses her neck in response, burying her face there. And “Good night, Momo” becomes the last thing she remembers hearing before she drifts off completely.