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“Mizukiiii…”
“Uh… yeah?” Bibi turned around to face Shizue, raising an eyebrow at her mother’s singsong voice.
“Look up,” Shizue said, hardly trying to conceal a smug grin on her face.
Bibi had to squint to see what Shizue was talking about, but there was definitely something new nestled in the Christmas lights that her mother had hung throughout the house. A small plant with several skinny green leaves attached, and white berries attached to each one. The strand of lights was just above the right corner of the hallway’s entrance, directly above the two of them.
“What is that?”
Shizue looked surprised. “It’s mistletoe. Don’t you remember how it works? Don’t tell me you weren’t paying attention to the movie we watched last night.”
“To be fair, we watch a LOT of Christmas movies, Mama.”
They must have already watched a dozen together by now this year, not counting how many Shizue had probably viewed on her own time. Bibi’s favorites tended to be more contemporary, but she usually enjoyed any holiday film that wasn’t confined to syndication on daytime television. Shizue didn’t discriminate, devouring even the most cringeworthy movies with enthusiasm (and subsequently subjecting Bibi to them).
“If that were the case, you’d know exactly what I was talking about. But you were playing games with your sister all night instead.”
Bibi looked away innocently. “I never saw the first two movies, how was I supposed to follow along?” The one Shizue had chosen last night had been particularly nonsensical, something about Christmas royalty? Even if she had seen the other films in the trilogy, she probably would have been lost anyway. The dialogue was also so corny that Bibi needed a distraction, hence her extended remote multiplayer session with Mizuki.
“Besides, you know I have to grind points for the Holiday Splatterfest. Gotta pick up the slack for SOMEONE,” now she looked pointedly at Shizue.
“That’s not fair, you know I lost my game. I swear Pewter swiped it at the ABIS holiday party… he’s always been jealous of my limited edition Flame Pendant console. Must be how phallic those dragons look on the back,” Shizue said with a smirk.
Bibi wrinkled her nose. “Ew.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get our top agents on the case before the tournament’s over,” Shizue said in a mock-serious voice. “For now, I believe you owe me something.” She gestured back up at the mistletoe above them.
“I do?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Bibi crossed her arms, deciding to humor her mother. “Okay, then. Tell me what we’re supposed to do.”
Shizue grinned as she moved in closer. “It’s better if I show you.”
She leaned down to brush a lock of hair away from Bibi’s face, which was still fixed with that adorably puzzled expression of hers. Then their lips met, the contact eliciting a soft noise of delight from Bibi. Shizue smiled at that, wrapping one arm around the shorter woman’s waist and bringing them closer. Her other hand instinctively went over Bibi’s chest, faintly feeling her daughter’s thundering heartbeat inside.
It was a force of habit, really. Bibi’s heart was still damaged, but the gene therapy treatments she had been receiving were steadily improving her condition. Still, a few close calls during sex (and a few occasional heavy kisses) in the past had caused Shizue to worry.
Fortunately, it was evident that Bibi’s heart wasn’t bothering her at the moment, leaning into the kiss as she nibbled on Shizue’s bottom lip. Her hands were roaming over Shizue’s stomach, steadily moving upwards to her ribs and ample breasts. Just as she was about to touch them, Shizue slyly broke the kiss and stepped back.
She couldn’t help but giggle at Bibi’s shocked expression, which quickly morphed into an adorable pout. “Someone’s a little greedy tonight. What, your good morning kiss wasn’t enough for you?”
“Why’d you stop?” Bibi asked, genuinely sounding disappointed. The two of them had both been very busy at ABIS that week, training a team of new Psynchers on the force. Shizue kept getting home later than Bibi, and they usually only had time to eat a brief breakfast together before heading to work.
Sure, they had time for a kiss here and there, but none had as much heat as the one Bibi had just experienced. She suddenly realized how touch-starved she was… and how needy she must have looked in front of her mother. Shizue was obviously eating this up.
She held up one gloved finger, waggling it slowly back and forth. “Each couple only gets a single kiss under the mistletoe. Those are the rules, I’m afraid.”
As Bibi narrowed her eyes in confusion, Shizue leaned forward slightly to pluck one of the small white orbs off the sprig. “That’s because you have to remove a berry for each kiss. After they’re all gone, there’s none left for anyone. So we can’t waste them, can we?” She rolled it around in her fingers for a moment, Bibi’s eyes following it intently before Shizue tossed it over her shoulder.
“Waste them on who? Marco’s not gonna kiss you.” Not that she could ask them: they were charging peacefully in her bedroom.
“Are you sure?” Shizue asked, pushing out her chest flirtatiously. “You know my boobs are popular with the AI-Balls. I bet Marco wouldn’t be opposed to a little smooch. Either way, you’re not getting another one that easily.”
Bibi huffed softly, deciding to play along. Obedience usually meant a reward, and Shizue’s rewards were always physical. “So as long as there are berries left, what’s to stop us from kissing again?”
Shizue was crossing her arms now, one hand drumming its fingers softly on the opposite arm. After a thoughtful hum she answered. “Nothing, I suppose. But I’m confident that knowingly stealing a kiss under the mistletoe would be cheating.”
Bibi made a ‘tch’ noise at that. “You know what else is cheating? Making up your own rules.”
Shizue flashed Bibi one of her devilish grins. “My house. My rules, little girl.”
“So immature,” Bibi countered, though the corners of her mouth were turning upward. “But you know you’re gonna have to pass under here to get to the kitchen. You promised we’d have a drink tonight.”
Shizue shrugged. “Not on this side,” she said, nonchalantly taking a step to the left. She hadn’t accounted for Bibi’s inhumanly quick reflexes, bumping her back to the right side before she could register what had happened.
Bibi caught Shizue before she could stumble to the floor, albeit clumsily. Their bodies pressed close together as Bibi steadied her mother, then fixed her with a smug grin as their eyes met again. “My turn now, right?”
By Shizue’s own rules, Bibi had definitely cheated. But the was only human: she had been craving their alone time just as much as Bibi had. Not to mention, Bibi had been very patient with the new recruits.
So Shizue looked down at her with half-lidded eyes and said, “Well… it’s bad luck to say no.”
Bibi needed no further instruction, tilting her head upwards to kiss Shizue on the mouth. This one was more urgent, and Shizue didn’t resist when she felt Bibi’s tongue part her lips. Her moan into her daughter’s mouth turned into a gasp of surprise as Bibi pushed her hard against the wall. Shizue was acutely aware of Bibi’s legs trembling adorably against her own, despite being the initiator.
She let one of her hands travel across Bibi’s thigh, squeezing it and getting a moan out of the younger woman. Bibi’s face flushed even deeper, now with a little embarrassment as Shizue’s hand traveled further down Bibi’s backside, pulling the two even closer. That encouraged Bibi to probe her tongue deeper into Shizue’s mouth before pinning her mother’s free arm against the wall.
They stayed locked together for the next few minutes, hands grasping manically against the other’s clothes. As Bibi’s grip tightened over Shizue’s wrist, she let out a sharp yelp that made Bibi freeze. She was used to Shizue’s moans of course, but the older woman was usually the one in control of their intimate moments. Her noises of pleasure had the same cool, powerful air as the rest of Shizue’s personality… this sounded more desperate, perhaps even pained.
Bibi’s eyes shot open as she abruptly pulled away, forgetting that her legs were still entangled with Shizue’s. She inadvertently pushed her mother away from the wall, sending them both falling. Shizue landed right on her ass, groaning as Bibi collided against her chest.
“Mizuki, what’s gotten into-”
“I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?!" Bibi looked equal parts concerned for Shizue and angry at herself. "I haven’t been watching my strength lately, I just… god, I really need to-”
Shizue cupped her daughter’s cheek in her hand and cut off her apologies with a soft, slow kiss. After she pulled away, Bibi's good eye fluttered open to find that there wasn’t any discomfort on Shizue’s face. On the contrary, she was grinning as her chest heaved softly from their frantic kissing a few moments earlier.
“No need to apologize. It was very sexy of you,” Shizue said with a wink.
Bibi tilted her head questioningly. “Then why did-”
“Shh. That’s the noise a woman makes when she wants you to keep going.”
Shizue’s hands traveled down to grab the collar of Bibi’s cloak, tugging her in for another deep kiss that sent sparks off behind Bibi’s good eye and a coiling feeling in the pit of her stomach. With her confidence restored, she tangled her fingers in Shizue’s soft hair, shifting herself to grind against her mother’s thigh for several delicious moments.
Bibi pulled away for a breath before she got too dizzy with arousal, interlocking her fingers with Shizue’s. “You know… they say you meet your true love under the mistletoe.”
Shizue’s eyes lit up at that. “Wow, you were paying attention after all! Good job.”
Bibi laughed softly at the praise. “Eh, I honestly spaced out on some of the details. But it’s easier to remember when someone teaches me.”
Shizue arched an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
Their lips met again, Shizue pulling Bibi on top of her as they sank to the floor for another heated makeout session. Shizue still wasn’t sure how much stock she put into true love, and she certainly wouldn’t have expected it to grow out of a relationship with the girl she adopted. Maybe her annual overdose of holiday movies was making her sappy, or it could have been the familiar, cozy warmth of her daughter’s body on hers. Either way, whatever this was… it was as close to perfect as anything.
"Mmm, how many kisses was that? I lost count," Shizue said absently. Bibi's lips going down Shizue's neck now, and she made a purr of delight once they reached the valley of breasts.
Bibi paused, raising her head back up to smile at Shizue directly. "We're not under the mistletoe anymore. Doesn't count."
"I'm glad you're such a fast learner," Shizue said with a low laugh, leaning up on her elbows to kiss the younger woman's jawline. “Take your Mama to bed, won’t you?” she breathed huskily into Bibi’s ear, nipping it softly. “There are a few other things I need to teach you.”