Work Text:
“K…”
A hoarse, worn-out voice called out from Kanade’s left, as a hand crept up under the composer’s deep blue sports jacket, its shade dark enough to camouflage with the midnight light flooding through the windows. The ashy grey curtains fluttered in the air as a gentle breeze blew into the bedroom, carrying the whispers of a thousand gales. The slithering arm that went up Kanade’s nightwear now latched onto her elastic black bra, lightly tugging at the rim repeatedly to toy with the groggy Kanade.
“K…”
The voice called out again, now with a subtle but noticeable inflexion. Kanade could describe the change like reciting ingredients from a cookbook, thanks to one of Mochizuki Honami's diligent and stubborn efforts teaching her how to cook.
A teaspoon of yearning, a dash of longing and a full cup and a half of pure love.
Kanade felt amused by her descriptiveness, maybe those cooking lessons did help after all.
“K…”
Yet again, did the voice call out to Kanade. The whisper in the air is carried by the heartfelt emotions and physical affections of the composer’s one true love. The playful tug of her bra now became a hungry pull of desire, all four fingers and thumb digging in and dragging Kanade into the cuddling distance of this mystery girl that Kanade knew all too well. Another arm wrapped around her, this time the full warmth of it laying plain on the composer’s outer chest and facial area. The palm and fingers caressed Kanade’s cheeks like how a mother would toy with her newborn.
This went on for a while, Kanade allowing her lover to indulge in this moment of bliss for as long as she wanted, partially because she felt the euphoria as well. Both of their hearts thumped a rhythm of passion and devotion—a devotion they had solely for each other. Eventually, the intimacy between the pair went up by a notch. The possessive girl now deepened her already iron-tight grip of Kanade, delivering all the tenderness that came with it.
“K…”
Kanade felt the full force of her bear hug, her whole body experiencing the pleasurable delight that was her lover’s embrace. The warmth crept up from her gut in a way likening to how the arm did, rising gradually to Kanade’s throat, threatening to spill out in the form of a joyful groan that would break the mood filling the room. So instead, Kanade decided to finally reply to this greedy woman that she loved so much, her much smaller hands rising and holding onto the bar-like forearm that attached itself to the composer’s body.
“Yuki.”
A sharp inhalation was heard by Kanade, one of surprise and satisfaction. A soft grin plastered on her face, the composer wiggled her way out of Mafuyu’s cling onto her body, rotating herself so that she may speak to the purple-haired woman face to face. As her face came into view, Kanade could not help but draw her eyes to Mafuyu’s, the once voided orbs empty of all emotion now brimming with life and sparkle, filled by none other than the ones held close to her golden heart.
Kanade’s grin grew into an appreciative smile, thankful for all the memories that have been created and will be created with Mafuyu by her side. Likewise, Mafuyu’s face drew into an honest, warm and mature smile for her saviour, shifting downwards by an inch to crane her head and nuzzle by the crook of Kanade’s neck. She delicately bit on her lover’s skin, with so little force that it was but a tickle to the composer. Yet, the weight that this single action carried for Kanade was enough to melt her in the arms of Mafuyu, wrapping her legs around the larger woman like a koala.
The radiating heat of Mafuyu’s body was already enough to floor the much smaller Kanade, but the intoxicating mellowness that engulfed and embraced the pair made it all the better. Digging herself deeper within, Kanade felt the smooth skin of Mafuyu rubbing against her chin, her fluffy violent nightgown tickling her neck and providing the composer with a place to rest that was better than any other pillow.
Slowly losing herself to sleep, Kanade’s eyes fluttered open and shut like camera shutters, her vision getting blurrier by the minute as the cosy comfort of Mafuyu only grew by the second. Wrapping her arms around her lover, Kanade gave up on staying awake. She felt safe in the arms of Mafuyu, just like how Mafuyu felt safe with Kanade.
“Happy birthday K… I love you.”