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A soft electrical buzz echoed through Mitsuki and Joe’s house as she unlocked the door and let Aya in, the two girls greeting Mitsuki’s uncle as they walked up to her room.
Aya had been waiting for the chance to spend some time uninterrupted with Mitsuki, and being in her crush’s room was just a bonus of it all.
Her face felt hot whenever she thought about Mitsuki, and it only grew hotter when she realised the skirt she had chosen to wear was a little on the shorter side if she was going to be spending time with Mitsuki. Alone. In her room. Her heart raced at the thought.
She had known Mitsuki had been trying to give her hints for a while, and she’d be lying if she was to say it didn’t make her feel things every time she did, but she didn’t want to push the darker-haired girl to do anything she didn’t want to.
Mitsuki sighed shakily with anticipation as Aya opened the door to her room and led her inside. For some reason, this time it felt different. There was a current charged in the air that Mitsuki hadn’t felt before when they were in her room, and it was making her knees feel weak. She glanced at Aya, and her gaze must have lingered for a second more than she wanted it to when the girl looked back at her, with her face progressively growing pinker.
Aya cleared her throat before sitting down on the bed, making great effort for, god forbid, the hem of her skirt to not ride up. Mitsuki sat next to her, and the tension was thick.
The pink haired girl broke the silence, her voice shaking with embarrassment.
“Why- Why were you looking at me like that?” She stammered, her cheeks painted a rosy pink as the weight of her words hit Mitsuki like a brick.
Mitsuki’s heart skipped a beat. She immediately searched Aya’s eyes for any sign of anger or doubt, but all she saw was need and it was making her weak.
“I just zoned out, that’s all. I was thinking about something,” the taller girl mumbled, her face quickly reddening as she idly picked at the edge of her fingernails, her voice wavering with anticipation.
Mitsuki could feel the tension in the room, and she knew that Aya was waiting for her to make a move, but it was only so long until the coil would snap, and Mitsuki was fine with waiting if it meant something would happen between the two. Even just thinking about kissing Aya made her go weak in the knees, let alone anything more than that.
“What were you thinking of? ” A playful, yet interrogating voice broke through the darker-haired girls thoughts, snapping her back to reality.
Mitsuki’s eyes widened. Was she trying to suggest..? It felt like her entire body was heating up, was preparing for what she prayed was to come. The darker haired girl tensed up, not satisfying Aya with an answer.
Aya sighed, inching closer to Mitsuki and cupping her cheek, which rewarded her with a soft gasp from the girl. A blush crept up her own neck as she looked Mitsuki dead in the eyes.
The world around them seemed to dissolve as they stared at each other, and Mitsuki couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath that she didn’t know she was even holding. God, if Aya wanted to have her dead from shock by the end of the day, then this was definitely the way to do it. She’d been this close to Aya before, but something was different in the way the pink-haired girl looked at her this time. Mitsuki had gotten lost in those pink eyes time and time again, but when they stared at her with a need in them, almost a hunger, it did things that she couldn’t explain to herself.
In a moment of boldness, Mitsuki grabbed Aya by her waist, her hands shaking with desperation.
“Aya..”, she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper as her eyes burned with anticipation.
Aya’s heart stopped, and a small gasp escaped her lips as she tried to regain her composure. She’d tried to keep the growing pit in her stomach out of the way to spend time with Mitsuki, but a blush was creeping up her neck, and every time she so much as looked at the darker-haired girl she felt sick with need.
The two girls sat there for a while, their hearts racing equally fast when the sound of footsteps walking up the stairs was made apparent.
Mitsuki’s face only grew redder, and her eyes widened in embarrassment when she heard them getting closer.
She looked at the pink-haired girl with desperation in her eyes, silently begging her to cut it out if Joe was going upstairs.
“Aya,” she hissed, her grip on the other girls waist tightening. Aya giggled, and it only pushed her to caress Mitsuki’s neck more, intertwining her soft fingers with a lock of the darker-girls hair, savouring it as if the world might end tomorrow.
To both of the girl’s delight, the footsteps got quieter, heading instead to Joe’s room.
Mitsuki let out a breath, and unluckily for her, it was noticeable that she was breathing erratically.
Aya's eyes filled with concern. She immediately stopped toying with her, and she slowly put her hand to the back of Mitsuki’s head, holding it gently.
“Are you okay?” she whispered, her voice quiet, her spare hand resting on Mitsuki’s leg.
“Ah, yeah— I was- I was just thinking about- Well, you..” Mitsuki’s voice trailed off, and she was hit with the punishment of her mouth moving faster than her head yet again.
Aya’s lips curled into a smile, and she tried to ignore her legs feeling like jelly.
“What about me?” she teased, letting her hands trail from Mitsuki’s nape to her back.
She loved seeing this side of Mitsuki; One that was more vulnerable. It was a nice refresher to the stoic, shy personality the girl usually had on during the school day, and it was currently driving Aya crazy.
Mitsuki’s hands shook as she pulled Aya closer to her. It was like a string had snapped inside of the girl, and her voice was dripping was anticipation when she whispered, “Don’t toy with me, Aya.”, her breath hot on the other girls neck.
The room went silent. Aya’s face immediately erupt into a sea of red as she stumbled over her words, her hands shaking. Fuck, Mitsuki had done nothing short of making her heart do cartwheels that day, and Aya wasn’t just going to let her get away with it like that.
The tension snapped, and Aya’s lips met Mitsuki’s in a fiery kiss. It was raw, desperate even, and trembling hands found themselves gripping onto Mitsuki’s hair like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
Mitsuki’s hands trailed up to Aya’s back, holding her tightly as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. This was something Mitsuki had been anticipating for months, and she couldn’t focus on anything but the pink haired girl on top of her.
Not long after they pulled apart, Aya’s eyes burnt with passion as she stared Mitsuki down. She wasn’t expecting Mitsuki to have a side like this to her, but she definitely wasn’t complaining.
Mitsuki’s eyes widened as Aya gently bit the soft skin of her collarbone, and she couldn’t help but gasp when the pink-haired girl retracted from her, her breathing heavy and erratic.
“Fuck..” she breathed, her voice shakier than she wanted it to be. Her hands slowly wrapped themselves again around Aya’s waist, pulling her back in and closing the distance between them.
Mitsuki’s hands ran through Aya’s hair, and she didn’t complain when the pink haired girl gently moved her against a wall. She’d known that Aya wanted this to happen, but she didn’t expect Aya to want it that much, so it was a surprise, a very pleasant one.
The two girls finally broke apart, just in time as footsteps approached the door, knocking before entering. They had managed to separate and look slightly normal so that Joe wasn’t suspicious when he asked them what they wanted for dinner, but Mitsuki could see that knowing glint in his eyes and a blush immediately threatened to invade her face.
About two minutes later, Joe had gone back downstairs, and the two girls were left alone again. Mitsuki ran a hand through her hair, her voice shaky.
“Wow.. That— That was intense.” She whispered, not daring to glance in Aya’s direction.
Aya giggled in return, fixing her skirt again.
“Yeah, who knew you were like that?” she quipped, her eyes lingering on Mitsuki’s lips a second before she continued to fix her clothing, which resulted in Mitsuki playfully nudging her in embarrassment.
The two spent the rest of their evening just talking about whatever, but the lingering eye contact, and the tension felt when their legs brushed against each other was unmistakable, and Mitsuki didn’t know how long it would be before something like that happened again, but she wasn’t complaining.