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Kikka Kobayashi has long since left. Leina’s cleaned up after us, and gotten well into her studies for the evening as the sun dips low. It was easy to tell from Kikka’s eyes that nothing’s been quite as conclusive as she’d like it to be; at the same time, she’s an ambitious young woman devouring the challenge of chasing Amuro Ray’s light.
To the two of us, that fades into the background, though. “Leina, darling… come here,” I bid her, hands resting on her shoulders to gently pry her away from work that she’s well ahead on.
When did I get so needy? I’m hardly old, except by the standards of children, and even Leina laughs gently, like she’s humoring me, as she rises into my arms. “Yes, Sayla, I’m all yours now.
Wrapping her up, I pull her with me onto the chaise lounge, sitting a bit heavily with the younger girl. She wriggles a bit, backside pressed against me, knowing what I like, and I bury my face in her hair for a moment. Her shampoo is clean, neutral but for the faint whiff of tea tree oil. “I love you,” I say.
“I saw your eyes wandering over Miss Kobayashi as she left,” Leina responds lightly, “not that I was any different.”
The occasional update from her parents hadn’t prepared Sayla for how Kikka had blossomed, beautiful and long-legged and juicy.
Older than Leina.
Hasn’t been living with Sayla for nearly seven years.
Not that she knows if Kikka is at all interested in women.
“Then let’s look at each other to make up for it,” I whisper, surrendering more and more deeply to the sappiness I’ve learned from this relationship.
Of course, Leina laughs at such a silly line. “Whatever happened to the ‘cold’ woman I met?” she teases. I’ve always been so awkward expressing myself – even now, even trying my best. Perhaps it’s just a lesson I’ll never learn as best as some, but Leina finds a charm in it as well.
“You’ve long since thawed me out,” I say, regardless, even if it’s a still ongoing, forever ongoing process, “good job ruining that for yourself, dear.”
We settle against one-another more casually. This could, I know, go a few ways, depending on if I want to let my hands wander; Leina’s young and seems to get into the mood in an instant whenever I want it. I’ve slowly learned just how much I’m not taking advantage of her, how happy she is to make love.
That it has been years of learning is, certainly, worth keeping in mind. Twelve when we first kissed, and fourteen when we first slept together; her brother would be justified in strapping me right in front of his High Mega Cannon and firing. Except… Leina loves me, and I love her. Our confidence in our love doesn’t change how others would perceive us, so we’ve kept it a guarded secret. A few locals suspect, but none in any position to protest.
“Reward me,” she chirps. I kiss her neck gently, and she sighs, and my lips climb further, to her jaw, leaving a few ghostly brushes of against her. “I’ve been doing very well, haven’t I? In my studies?” So I reach up and tilt her face back towards me, closer, until, my lips meet hers. Closed, softly pressed together for a moment.
“Darling, if you want more, you know to speak up,” I chide. There’s no closing the difference in power between us, but we have, at least, agreed that Leina must be clear with her desires – no misinterpretations. I am an adult, and her legal guardian, and it’s the best we can do to salvage that.
“Then let me kiss you, how I want,” and I feel her tongue prodding for entrance to my mouth; I let her in, and we drift into enjoying each other as the moon rises.