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Bibi awoke. She found herself slumped upon a cold table in a room she was all too familiar with; the ABIS interrogation room. Immediately upon flickering into consciousness, her eyes were met with two resembling her own; Mizuki Date’s–and, well… also Aiba’s if you’re being technical about it. With her face obscured by the mask she wore, she allowed herself the pleasure absorbing the sight in front of her, remaining mindful not to make any movements that may indicate her regained consciousness.
She had always known Mizuki was beautiful, but until now she’d never been afforded the opportunity to truly take in her appearance up close like this. Much to her awe, Mizuki’s gaze was completely locked onto her, unmoving with a gentle softness that threatened to make Bibi sigh in admiration. Her eyebrows were furrowed ever so slightly in a clear indication of concern and her lips were pressed into a subtle pout that suited her all too well. She was gorgeous, and Bibi could happily sit here all day soaking in every last detail of the girl’s features, if not for the perplexing conversation that filtered in through her AI-Ball’s receiver.
“Mizuki, are you sure you intend to try this? You are certain this will really aide in solving the case?”
“Yes Aiba, of course it will!” Mizuki’s pout deepened as she exchanged those words in her mind. “You just don’t want me to prove you wrong. I’m not gonna let you dissuade me from settling the score.”
“There’s a score? It appears that this idea came from your own desires rather than from anything I have said.”
“No!” She responded almost defensively. Stifling the outburst, she grounded herself for a moment before continuing with regained composure. “I didn’t come up with this idea because I wanted to. Do you have any better ideas for getting it off?”
Initially, Aiba responded with silence, no doubt calculating the effectiveness of alternate solutions.
“...I do not.” She concluded. “Just don’t get in trouble with Boss. You’ll be in enough trouble as it stands for not getting permission.”
…
Wait.
Not getting permission?!
That was right , she was in the interrogation room! How could she have failed to realize the implications of that sooner? Bibi’s body impulsively jolted at the understanding that had just dawned upon her. Her thoughts threatened to spiral only for Mizuki’s tender voice to break the through the incoming static.
“How are you feeling?”
Everything within Bibi came to a screeching halt at the sound. Mizuki knew she was awake. No more time to stare and reminisce. No more time to plan ahead. She had no choice but to to start responding, and quick.
“Like I should still be at Aioen.” Her voice came out tired and scratchy–not that Mizuki would be able to tell with the vochlocho distorting it. A fair response, considering she’d specifically requested to be taken there after her flare up at the shrine.
Mizuki released a sigh, a wordless recognition of the implication behind her words. Seeing as it was too late to change things now, and she found herself unable to produce a valid defense, Mizuki grabbed the reigns of the conversation, instead steering it towards the topic she intended to discuss.
“I’m sorry,”
Bibi felt her breath halt in anticipation. Surely she wouldn’t have… No—Bibi knew better. Mizuki absolutely would. And sure enough, the next thing out of her mouth confirmed her worst fears.
“...but I looked into your head.”
Shit.
Whatever words had followed that statement morphed into a warped conglomerate of indiscernible sounds as Bibi’s panic continued to grow and encompass her mind. Mizuki could’ve seen anything in there! She could’ve seen everything in there! Had she discovered Bibi’s identity? Had she discovered her own identity? Did she know how closely Bibi had been watching her all this time? And oh, god. What if those intrusive and decidedly romantic thoughts she’d been having about Mizuki had played right before her eyes? How could she ever live something like that down? Surely Mizuki would be horrified, even disgusted. She’d never be allowed near her again—Oh god! Her time with Mizuki was once again going to crumble and disappear before it had even started… Shit!
Bibi felt her heart rate rising at a rapid pace. She had to know.
“Marco,”
“…It isn’t on the cloud yet. I’ll analyze the psync data as soon as it arrives.” Their voice resounded through her head before she’d even explained the request at hand.
“Thanks…”
She sat completely upright with an awkward stiffness, almost motionless, and strategically making certain to avoid showing any signs of panic. Thank god for the mask she wore obscuring her expression, or her cover would be blown. If it hadn’t already.
Apparently the lingering silence had begun to weigh on Mizuki, as she cautiously returned to her interrogation.
“I want to ask you a few things, is that okay?”
Play it cool.
“You’ve already brought me here. It’s a little late to ask permission.” Wait–could that wording have let on that she knew where ‘here’ was? And what ‘here’ meant? Fumbling into a hasty recovery, Bibi continued.
“Or, were you intending we play some card games here or something?”
Mizuki’s subsequent silence seemed to indicate that she either hadn’t caught onto the minor blunder, or that she didn’t intend to challenge it–a success, but not one large enough for Bibi to allow herself to relax. Mizuki, on the other hand, seemed dissatisfied with that answer. Bibi’s discomfort had been made apparent through her cold responses, and for this interrogation to work out as planned, there needed to be a lighter tone to the air surrounding them.
Mizuki straightened up, tilting her head in an unmistakeably innocent manner, now donning a wide smile.
“That mask is really stylish! Where’d you get it? I want one too.” She punctuated this with a wink and a nod. The entire display appeared to be completely random, unprompted, strange–there’s so many words Bibi could apply to the perplexing turn that the conversation had just taken. She sat in a stunned silence, her mind reduced to a muddled mix of several mismatched feelings; adoration for Mizuki’s undeniably adorable expression, bewilderment for whatever the hell was going on, and truly unbridled anxiety for what else may come.
Bibi was only able to produce a single word.
“...What?”
It seemed that sentiment had been shared by her former partner, Aiba, who had been quick to call the girl out on the oddity of her inquiry.
“What are you trying to do here, Mizuki?”
“I wanted to lighten the mood. I thought she would open up a little.”
The face Mizuki made as she internally uttered that response completely captured Bibi. A faint blush appeared across Mizuki’s cheeks, her lips squeezing together to form another irresistible pout. Bibi’s heart fluttered against her will at the mere sight of it. Unbeknownst to Mizuki, she’d achieved her goal of lightning the mood, even though it hadn’t been through flattery as she’d intended.
Allowing that lovely expression to pacify some of her anxiety, Bibi conceded in lowering her guard just a bit. Enough to allow the interrogation to continue proper. Mizuki opened with something simple and easy to digest. No mention of Horadori, cloning, their relation to each other, et cetera—which frankly, had been music to hear ears. She wanted to know about the Nirvana Initiative, and luckily, Bibi knew a fair amount on the topic. Her knowledge was nothing intimate, but she divulged what she could without complaint.
Unfortunately, this would be the final tension-free moment the two would share in this room. Following this topic, Mizuki dove into dangerous territory without hesitation. Not the kind that Bibi had been anticipating, but still a topic equally as forbidden. She wanted to know about Tearer. Simply put, that wouldn’t be an option. It couldn’t be an option. Sharing any information on what she’d seen six years ago would put Mizuki into direct harms way, something she swore to never do. Bibi stood her ground with conviction, entirely unwilling to divulge even a word of what she knew.
Mizuki’s frustration seemed to grow at each subsequent insistence of “I don’t want to tell you.” that Bibi delivered. The two may have gone on for far longer had Aiba not eventually intervened to suggest that Mizuki drop the line of questioning. This naturally led into an unrelated conversation pertaining to where to go next, and what information they already had—all of it worded just vaguely enough that Bibi found herself unable to extrapolate a single ounce of meaning from it.
Upon reaching the conversation’s conclusion, Mizuki sprung to her feet without warning, evoking a piercing screech from her metal chair scraping against the floor beneath her..
“Hey, where are you going?!” Bibi fired out on impulse.
Mizuki’s gaze flicked to meet hers, unintentionally prompting Bibi to continue her argument.
“I’m not a suspect. If you don’t let me go, it’s illegal detention!”
This gave Mizuki pause, who immediately began weighing her options.
“Aiba, how much time do we have?”
“Approximately 50 minutes.”
“Perfect.”
“Mizuki…”
Aiba’s objection went unacknowledged as Mizuki pivoted on her heel and returned to the table, this time slamming her hands upon its surface and looming over Bibi in a remarkably intimidating manner.
“You want to come with? Fine. I’ll give you two options.”
Well, she certainly didn’t recall asking to come with her, but… her ears were certainly open.
“Either you can tell me what you know about Tearer. Or…” Mizuki’s voice trailed off, her impulses betraying her as her eyes averted, immediately crumpling the edge that she’d come to the table with not a moment prior.
Several brisk seconds of silence passed before Mizuki regained her resolve. Her eyes return to the girl before her as she leans in closer. She removes a hand from the table, placing the tips of her fingers ever so tenderly on the side of Bibi’s mask then gently trailing them down her face to their final destination; beneath her chin.
Firmly, Mizuki takes a hold of it, lifting Bibi’s head to meet her square in the eyes.
“...Or you can slide that mask up just enough that I can…” Mizuki paused once again as her face began to redden, visibly struggling to find the words she needed to articulate her full request.
Mizuki was so close to Bibi… Easily the closest she’d been in over 15 years. Every detail of Mizuki’s face was right before her eyes in glorious high definition. Bibi couldn’t help it. Every intrusive thought she’d ever had washed over her in a tidal wave, clouding her mind and impairing her judgment. Without thinking, she speaks on impulse, spurting out what might be the most regrettable series of words she’s ever conjured.
“What? Can’t resist the idea of getting to kiss one of the most beautiful women of all time, is that what it is?”
Bibi didn’t know it yet, but she’d hit the bullseye.
Mizuki’s eyes widened, visibly recoiling in surprise.
“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that—?” She sputtered out. “I don’t even know what you look like so surely I wouldn’t think—Wait.”
Both girls gulp in perfect unison as the realization dawned upon them that somehow they had both unknowingly been harboring the exact same thought. A silence washed over them as Mizuki shut her eyes and forcefully regained her composure. She absolutely had to make sure this would work.
Steeling herself with a soft breath, she opened them again, once again meeting Bibi directly in the eyes.
“Alright, fine. You don’t even have to show me your face. You’d only need to lift your mask enough that I can kiss you. Just once.” Her chest puffed in an unintentional show of how proud she was of herself for saying it with confidence. Another confident gesture to be immediately softened by sheepish behavior directly after.
“...As a thank you… For protecting me today.” Mizuki admitted honestly.
Bibi was having the strangest dream. There was no other explanation for the situation she’d found herself in today. Was this some weird extension of her somnium? Was she still being psynced into as they spoke? Her mouth lay agape beneath the mask, staring into Mizuki’s determined gaze with sheer and utter shock and confusion. It was almost as if the gears in her mind just couldn’t turn.
Until they did.
Then the panic set in.
She absolutely couldn’t do either of those things! Both of them stood the chance to ruin Mizuki’s life, didn’t they? Tell her about Tearer and have his assassins hunt her down and kill her. Kiss her and doom her to a life of unknowingly having shared an incestuous kiss with some freak she didn’t even know she was related to. She couldn’t do either of those—She couldn’t!
Bibi swallowed again, hard. Images were manifesting in her mind against her will—images that dared to make her crack. Her eyes naturally trailed to Mizuki’s lips. They were so soft, so close, and she held in her hands an open invitation to touch them—to touch her . Her fist clenched, and she lowered her head in shame, only for Mizuki to forcefully lift it back up to meet her once again.
“Did you hear me? Which will it be?”
“I…”
Mizuki cocked her head.
Her life was more important, right? It would just be an innocent little kiss, right? She’d never find out, and Bibi selfishly convinced herself there was no third option. Tearer, or kiss. Tearer or kiss.
Just one… Mizuki did say that it would be just one… Just one couldn’t hurt, could it?
Just one… kiss…
…with Mizuki…
Bibi lifted her own hand, attempting to stifle the way it quivered as she moved. Grabbing onto Mizuki’s wrist, she pried it from her chin and sent it back to the table.
“I’ll apply the remover.”
Mizuki’s face first morphed into one of shock, and then shortly after, satisfaction.
“Aiba did you see that? I told you I’m desirable!” If one’s voice could crack from excitement as they spoke in their head, Mizuki’s certainly would’ve.
“Under the pretense of an ultimatum, Yes. But I suppose that is better than nothing.” Aiba replied simply.
“Oh, come on!”
The conversation rang in Bibi’s ears once again, just like all the others.
Was that what it was? Did Mizuki just want to feel wanted by someone? She bit her lip as she reached into her sleeve to retrieve a small cloth and a bottle of remover. Mizuki was right, she was desirable. Bibi wanted this so badly despite the guilt that pervaded her body. No—she wouldn’t allow herself to feel guilty. Mizuki wanted this. She wanted to be wanted and by god did Bibi want her. In a sense, that only served to make it more ideal, right? Bibi continued feeding herself excuses and justifications one after the other as to why this was absolutely an okay deal for her to agree to.
Before she knew it, her heart was racing, and she found herself eagerly dumping obscene amounts of remover onto the cloth, overly soaking it and creating a mess. It would be fine, she told herself. She could just sneak another bottle into her mother’s cart and have her pay to replace it, since her apparent absence is the only reason she could even be in this mess in the first place. But none of that mattered—Bibi needed that mask off before her better judgment could kick back in. She scrubbed the sides of her mask with a vigor and pace that surprised even Mizuki.
“Would you look at that Aiba, I don’t think the ultimatum has anything to do with it.” Mizuki’s voice rung out through her mind again, her tone positively oozing with smugness.
“You seem rather excited yourself. Perhaps you two are simply drawn to one another.”
Hearing this caused Bibi to soar.
Yes...
Yes!
Mizuki felt wanted! They hadn’t even done anything and yet her enthusiasm alone was enough to make Mizuki feel wanted. Doing this would make Mizuki feel happy! No— She was going to make Mizuki feel happy. And wanted. And loved.
Likely setting a new record for herself, Bibi’s mask was adhesive-free in a mere matter of minutes. By now, Mizuki had taken a seat on the side of the table, and begun studying the seams of her own gloves to pass the time.
Bottle and cloth now returned to her sleeve, Bibi took a few short breaths to ground herself in anticipation.
“Alright, now or never.” She called out—the accuracy of her own statement only dawning on her after it had left her mouth.
Mizuki peered over her shoulder and was met with the sight of Bibi with her thumb hooked underneath the chin of her own mask, lightly pulling it a few inches from her face in demonstration. Letting out a small gasp of excitement, Mizuki hopped down from her perch, and nudged herself between the table and chair while Bibi awkwardly scooted herself back several times to create ample space for the both of them. This was it. All she had to do was lift her mask to her nose and then…
Before she knew it, Bibi couldn’t see. With the eye holes of her mask being pushed up to her forehead, all that lie before her now was a dark piece of plastic. Suddenly, the younger girl’s hands gripped her shoulders with a perceived firmness that sent a jolt throughout her body.
“Ready?” The vibrations from Mizuki’s speech resonated against her face, while her soft breaths gently brushed against her lips. She was close.
Bibi practically shivered with anticipation. Her mouth remained agape, jaw and lips moving sporadically as she searched for the words with which to respond. Her brain was moving at a pace far faster than it could process, leaving her in a stunned silence for several moments too long. Despite the tidal wave of words, phrases, and thoughts that consumed her, she’s only able to produce a single word.
“...”
“...”
“...Yes.”
Mizuki sounded a subdued chuckle before her hands slid up either side of Bibi’s neck and cupped her cheeks. With her anticipation growing to a peak, Bibi completely froze the moment she felt a gentle pressure against her lips. Both girls remained completely motionless, each one basking in the intimate contact that they’d finally gotten to share with the person that their hearts had chosen to fixate on.
Eventually, despite the lack of motion in their lips, one of the girls finally began to move. The palm of Mizuki’s left hand abandoned the other girl’s cheek while the tips of her fingers remained in place. Her hand slowly drifted backwards and began stroking along the side of her head in a slow and tender repeating motion that filled Bibi’s brain with nothing but static.
Bibi couldn’t believe a single this was real. Her heart swelled with joy, a brand new sensation in her chest unlike the unpleasant ones that plagued her on a daily basis. Despite the stiffness of every muscle in her body, she was absolutely certain that she was melting under her touch. None of this felt real. None of it.
She was kissing Mizuki—Mizuki was kissing her.
With caution, Bibi raised both of her hands, each of them blindly swaying in search of somewhere to land. Upon feeling Mizuki’s arms meeting her fingertips, both of them latched onto her with an unrelenting grip. Holding tight, as if it could prevent her from succumbing to the dizziness that pervaded her.
Bibi’s mind buzzed erratically, drinking in every heightened sensation that wracked her body all at once. The feeling of Mizuki’s lips, the gentle strokes of her hand, the soft breaths against her face, the racing of her heart, the sweat building up beneath her collar, the yearning between her legs—Her blindness only served to heighten every single sensation to their highest sensitivity and inspire images to flash in her mind to fill the gaps. She pictured the precarious rise of Mizuki’s skirt as she’d bent over, the gentle fluttering of her eyelids as they closed when she leaned in, the slow movement her braids rolling from her back and dangling over the front of her shoulders as she got closer, and the gentle squish of her lips as they’re softly pressed against her own. Each and every image appeared in her mind with such vividness that it began to feel as though she weren’t blinded at all.
Bibi was the first to initiate any proper movement between their lips, pulling back just enough to hear that satisfying ‘click’ of their mouths separating, before immediately moving back in for more. Mizuki seemed to do the same, as Bibi was met with twice as much pressure between them than they’d had before. Gradually, Mizuki seemed to get the right idea, and within moments she began kissing her proper, continually moving deeper into the embrace and eliciting an unintentional groan of pleasure from Bibi.
“Hmhm…!” Mizuki hummed delightfully at the sound, clearly content to hear evidence of pleasure from the girl who shared her embrace. After pressing deeper one final time she retracts all the way, returning upright and separating their lips with another satisfyingly wet click.
“Hn…” Bibi practically whimpered, already missing the sensation of Mizuki’s lips against her own.
“Would you mind if I…” Mizuki’s voice trailed off the same as it had before—A clear indication that whatever she intended to request had to be embarrassing to some degree.
“...If I Sit.” She finished with minor hesitation.
“If you sit?” Bibi echoed.
“Yeah, bending over is kinda…” Her voice trailed once again, just long enough for the pieces to align in Bibi’s head.
Oh.
OH!
“YES!” She answered far too eagerly, her voice unintentionally resounding far louder than it had before. Having caught herself in yet another blunder, she took to awkwardly clearing her throat, internally forcing herself to calm down, and then try again.
“You can sit.” She said in an uncharacteristically serious tone before biting her lip in pause.
Don’t say it… Don’t say it…
“...Please.”
Damn it. Once again betrayed by her urges—but Mizuki didn’t seem to mind, in fact, the whole display only seemed to egg her on further, as evidenced by the contented giggle she produced.
“Okay!” Her cheerful response rang out, immediately injecting the cutest image of her smile directly into Bibi’s brain.
Mizuki moved in closer, carefully positioning Bibi’s lap between her thighs before taking a seat. Her initial placement didn’t satisfy her, so she began adjusting, nudging slightly closer until their chests were mere inches from touching. Then, without warning, Mizuki’s lips met hers again with renewed vigor. The unexpectancy of it caused Bibi’s breath to hitch and sent a shiver throughout her entire body. Within moments, both girls found a suitable rhythm to their kisses, melting into one another much like their mixing grunts and sounds of pleasure.
Bibi couldn’t help herself, not that she’d still retained any intention to hold back by this point. Confidently, she released the iron grip she’d had on Mizuki’s arms, and instead allowed her hands to wander directly to the pair of thighs that adorned her lap. Placing them on either side, she gave them each a firm squeeze. Mizuki drew in a sharp breath of air, accidentally squeaking in surprise at the sensation; a sound that Bibi immediately committed to memory.
Following the precedent set by the other girl, Mizuki’s hands begin to explore as well. First, the hand that rested on Bibi’s shoulder trailed downward and across her chest, her palm rested right on the center of her ribcage and exposed the feverish and uneven beating of Bibi’s heart to her. Her other hand continued further upwards, abandoning the side of Bibi’s head in favor for the top of it; where her mask was.
It all happened so quickly, and Bibi’s mind having been clouded by everything going on in her body didn’t help. But through the haze she was certain of one thing; she had just felt Mizuki’s thumb hook itself underneath her mask. Alarm bells began blaring in an instant and immediately began wrestling with the pleasure she was experiencing for her attention—no matter how good the distraction, she couldn’t allow this to happen. And so, despite her desire for things to remain as they were, Bibi pried her hand off of Mizuki’s thigh and vigorously slammed it onto her own head, pressing the mask down with enough pressure to elicit slight discomfort.
Mizuki grunted, her shoulders slumping in disappointment at her failure. Despite this, she persisted, deepening the kiss and trailing the hand on Bibi’s chest lower in attempt to wear down her will. Bibi released a guttural moan, wincing as every muscle in her body screamed, begging her to submit to Mizuki’s alluring touches and melt into her embrace. Mizuki’s right hand moved once again, this time her fingertips lightly trailed to wrap around Bibi’s waist, holding her there with a squeeze as she gave Bibi’s mask another hopeful, yet fruitless yank.
Oh god. This had taken a turn for the worst. She didn’t want this to end, but if she couldn’t escape this embrace soon, her identity getting exposed would soon become an absolute certainty. Betraying her desires, Bibi moved her head away from Mizuki, breaking the kiss only for a moment before Mizuki filled in the gap, capturing her lips once again.This time, she felt Mizuki’s entire chest pressing against her own as a result of their ever increasing proximity. She felt her dizziness growing, the feeling of her chest rubbing against hers becoming far too intoxicating to resist.
Another yank. This time, she felt the slightest budge.
Bibi tried once again to pull away, but this time she was not afforded even a second of respite. It simply wasn’t possible to lean back any further. With Mizuki having positioned herself all the way up against her, she found herself pinned to the back of the chair with nowhere to go and a rapidly decreasing will to hold on.
She had to do something , and if moving backwards wasn’t going to be an option, then her only choice was to advance forward instead.
Fueled by a surge of desperation, the hand that remained on Mizuki’s thigh instead hooked itself around her back, forcefully clutching her against Bibi’s chest. The younger girl sputtered a noise of shock and confusion into Bibi’s mouth as she abruptly sensed her body being lifted.
Bibi stood, holding Mizuki against herself with her one free arm. In a panic, Mizuki’s legs scrambled to hook themselves around her while the hand on her chest clawed desperately for Bibi’s shoulder to hold onto. To her surprise, Mizuki’s lower back bumped the interrogation table, and before she had time to react, she found herself immediately being forced onto it by the continued pressure of Bibi’s kiss.
Despite the racing of Bibi’s heart and the dizziness that it provoked, she persisted in maintaining her focus just enough to fortify the position of her mask while further deepening their kiss and occasionally nibbling on Mizuki’s bottom lip.
“A-Ahh...” Mizuki’s whimpers escaped between kisses as she was promptly coming to realize that the arousal of being pressed onto the table was more than she’d been prepared for. Bibi’s free hand eagerly trailed the length of her body. It started beneath Mizuki’s chin, gripping her tightly in an act of dominance. Once satisfied, her hand lowered, her fingers briefly grazing her neck and tenderly curling around it before her pam trailed down the center of her chest, her stomach, and then to the smallest point of her waist.
Mizuki couldn’t help but react, her back arched and body shivered at each touch. She tried in vain to seize Bibi’s mask once again in what was by far her weakest attempt yet. Bibi could feel her caving under her touch, but it wasn’t enough, as this yank was immediately followed by several more desperate attempts.
Finally, Bibi ran her tongue along Mizuki’s lower lip and attempted to press it between them, only to be met with a decidedly confused sounding vocalization. Explanations wouldn’t be an option at this point, so she squeezed Mizuki’s waist roughly, to draw out a stifled gasp, and enough space for her to make it inside.
“Mmnf—?” Mizuki attempts to retort, clearly lacking the slightest idea of how to reciprocate this kind of action. Paying it no mind, Bibi trails her tongue along the roof of Mizuki’s mouth, immediately earning a needy whimper from the younger girl, her own tongue instinctively brushing against Bibi’s as if asking for more.
She naturally obliged, laying her tongue against Mizuki’s, leading the two to swirl around one another invigoratingly. Bibi could feel Mizuki melting into the motion, and as just as Mizuki’s mind became engrossed with the sensations inside her mouth, Bibi made her move. Without warning, the hand she’d held Bibi’s mask with was grabbed, pried off, and slammed onto the table. She winced, and hurriedly shot out her other hand to replace it, only for it to be snatched midway through it’s trajectory, meeting the same fate as the last.
Bibi retracted her tongue and moved away, lingering above the other girl for a moment before planting one last kiss. A soft, loving one that lingered for several moments. Likely, Bibi believes, the final one they’ll ever share. She smiled against Mizuki’s lips, unable to help herself as pure unbridled joy fluttered in her chest. That tender smile remained as she pulled away for real this time, silently repressing the urge to say the words that burned in her heart.
I love you.
She knew that she couldn’t say it, so instead she released an elongated sigh, one of both satisfaction and longing. Upon relinquishing Mizuki’s wrists, she made an immediate move to flip her mask back into place before the other girl could be afforded an opportunity to make another sly attempt at tearing it off. And now, with her sight returned to her, she’s finally able to see the aftermath of her work.
Mizuki’s gaze was locked onto her, eyes half lidded and chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. She laid there limp and disheveled with her arms remaining exactly where Bibi had pinned them. Her face was painted a deep red, a blush far more intense than the cute and innocent one she’d been sporting earlier tonight. The sight was almost too much to bear due to the knowledge that she’d been the one to put her in such a condition. Bibi found her hand instinctively covering her mouth as she turned to look away, as though it were necessary to obscure her expression.
“That was…” Mizuki’s voice starts through ragged breaths. “...more than I was expecting.”
Bibi’s head immediately snaps back to Mizuki, who’d begun propping herself up onto her elbows.
“I wasn’t exactly expecting you to start clawing at my mask either. We’ll call it even, but nice try.”
“Okay well you didn’t have to stick your tongue in my mouth!”
“ Okay,” Bibi parroted in a teasing manner. “but you liked it!” She finished her retort with an unseen smirk, her typical personality seeping through the cracks of her masked woman persona.
Mizuki’s expression hurriedly changed to a pout as she found herself unable to produce a valid argument.
“So about that plan of yours…” A certain AI echoed in both of their heads.
“Can it, Aiba!” Mizuki fired back.
Bibi chuckled against her better judgment, finally understanding the full context of all of their earlier conversations.
“What’s so funny?” Mizuki asked, narrowing her eyes at Bibi. Oh so now she notices her blunders.
“Oh, nothing. I’m just realizing that you really weren’t kidding earlier when you said you wanted this mask.”
“Ugh, what’s your excuse this time for refusing to take it off?”
“I forgot to wash my face this morning.”
Mizuki groaned, although something about her tone sounded… happy. Like how you can’t stop smiling while telling your crush to stop teasing you. Yeah, actually, exactly like that. That thought alone was enough to bring another longing smile to Bibi’s face.
“Alright,” She pushed herself upright and allowed her feet to hit the floor with a dramatic thud. “We’re actually on a bit of a time crunch, so we should get going.”
“Where to?”
“Rooftop Misetan.”
Bibi followed her through the doorway with her heart soaring in her chest. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this invigorated. It felt as though she could take on absolutely anything the universe were to throw at her. Absolutely nothing could stop her after what she’d experienced today.
Ryuki better hope he doesn’t come across her tonight.