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"Haru-chan…"
Haruki lifted her head from the book in her lap at the sound of the voice, echoed from across the house. It was distant, but Haruki could easily tell from the tone that Moeka was trying to find her. She smiled, endeared.
"In here," Haruki called back. Her smile stretched to span her whole face as she heard footsteps thumping down the halls. And before long, Moeka appeared in the doorway to the living room, her eyes lighting up when she spotted Haruki perched on the couch.
"There you are," Moeka softened, shuffling over until she stood in front of her.
Haruki tilted her head and looked up at Moeka. "Something the matter?"
In response, Moeka all but gracefully dropped herself into Haruki's lap, with Haruki almost not moving her book out of the way in time. She giggled as Moeka's long legs awkwardly adjusted to straddling either side of her. Her arms came to wrap around Haruki's torso and cling to her, nestling her head in the crook of Haruki's neck and breathing her scent in deeply.
"Moepi?" Haruki questioned, unable to keep the laugh out of her voice. She instinctively began to run her fingers through Moeka's smooth hair that she always adored, shivering at the sensation of the other woman's lips brushing her skin.
The mumbled reply was barely audible, but Haruki had no problem making it out anyway, "I just… wanted to cuddle."
Haruki could feel Moeka's face grow warm as it was pressed into her. She grinned, her heart clenching with pure affection at how cute Moeka was; she did this sort of thing quite often, yet the effect it had on Haruki stayed the same every time.
"Alright, we can cuddle all you want," Haruki murmured. Despite Moeka's koala-like position, Haruki knew better than to ask whether she would be comfortable like this, given how many times they've ended up in this situation.
Poking Moeka's cheek teasingly, she added, "Just don't fall asleep like last time. I had to carry you to your room because your legs fell asleep too."
"I don't know if I can promise that. You're just so comfy…" the lips against her neck curved into a smile, the arms tightening their hold.
Haruki couldn't find a rebuttal to that — and she didn't think she particularly wanted to, not when Moeka sounded so blissfully content lying on her.
"Okay fine, I'll allow it," Haruki conceded, her tone in jest, and they both let out quiet giggles.
She adjusted her position so that one hand was still stroking Moeka's hair, while the other held up her book to continue reading. The two of them relaxed deeper into the couch, enjoying the silence that drifted between them, only broken by their slow and synchronised breaths. The dying rays of sun beamed through the windows and tinted the room in a faint orange hue; in the corner of her eye, Haruki idly admired how pretty Moeka looked in the light.
After a while, she felt Moeka's lips start to travel along her neck, trailing gentle kisses as she went. Haruki squirmed and let out a breathy laugh, "Moepi, that tickles…"
But of course that only served to encourage Moeka more. She traced up to the underside of Haruki's jaw, taking her time to appreciate every inch of the soft skin with each lingering kiss she left.
Haruki had completely abandoned her book by now, her focus only on Moeka. She sighed at the feathery touches, threading a hand through Moeka's hair and letting the other fall to her back, fingers pressing into her as she held her close.
Moeka pulled her head away and smiled. Her gaze flickered over the features on Haruki's face like they were lines in a song, lines that carved into her heart to spell out "love". Lines that she never grew tired of, no matter how many times she reread them.
Their eyes met, and they stared tenderly, fondly, sinking into the warmth shared within them. Haruki's hands came to cradle Moeka's face, thumbs rubbing circles against her cheeks; Moeka nuzzled into the caress, a peaceful hum leaving her as her smile grew.
"You're so cute…" Haruki whispered.
Moeka blushed, her lashes fluttering as she briefly looked away, "You're cuter."
Haruki shook her head, "No way. Not when I have the cutest right in front of me."
"Well, you're the cutest in the whole world."
"You're the cutest in the whole universe."
"You're the cutest in the whole… mmh…"
Haruki quirked a brow, smug, "Do you give in and admit defeat?"
Moeka's own brows were knitted as she wracked her brain for something to one-up Haruki with. "You're the cutest… you're the cutest in every universe."
Haruki blinked, then burst out into giggles. "Well, I guess you've got me there. I don't think I could beat that," and she gently squeezed Moeka's cheeks. "But I'll make sure to love you in all of them."
"As long as you love me the most in this one," Moeka murmured, her voice soft and teasing.
"Of course I do," Haruki leaned forward to touch their noses, their breaths mingling as they laughed together.
There was a brief lull between them then, quiet, intimate, letting them gaze at one another in endearment. And it was broken by them leaning in, their lips meeting and melting into each other as naturally as their hearts beat.
Haruki shivered at the way Moeka's fingers curled against her skin, running along her waist and sides. She smiled into the kiss, delighting in all of Moeka — the softness of her lips, the subtle taste of strawberry, the lingering scent of her perfume, the wisps of her breath at each exhale. Everything enveloped Haruki, tangling in her veins, in her lungs, in her mind.
She felt Moeka trying to bring herself closer, impossibly so, like she wanted to be completely absorbed by Haruki. The amused chuckle that escaped the latter was muffled, and her arms dropped to drape over Moeka's shoulders as they deepened the kiss.
When Moeka's tongue prodded at Haruki's lips, she parted them without hesitation. Their tongues brushed, a slow dance, pressing against each other like long-lost lovers reunited. They explored the ever-familiar territory, their touches languid and lingering. They didn't need to be in any hurry. They had all the time in the world to be here, in their warm embrace.
Eventually, they had to separate for air, their eyes lidded and breathing laboured as they got lost in the other's gaze. They couldn't help but smile like they were the only two people to exist.
They leaned in again, this time to share a few lighter, more fleeting kisses upon their lips. At the fourth one, however, they couldn't stop themselves from breaking into a fit of giggles. Any attempts at retrying merely resulted in more giggling, their smiles too wide for them to stifle long enough to get another kiss in.
But that was hardly a problem for them; being able to enjoy their company together like this was more than enough. The sound of their combined laughter was one of the purest joys to them. And when they settled down at last, and could stare at one another with faces close enough to feel their breaths, to see the depths of their affection, their adoration for each other… It was a feeling incomparable to anything in the whole universe.
And they wouldn't want it any other way.
Moeka snuggled up to Haruki, resting her head on her chest. "I love you, Ha-chan," she mumbled, arms squeezing around her.
Haruki kissed the top of Moeka's head, fingers lacing through her hair. "I love you too, Moepi."
She was sure that Moeka would fall asleep like this, and inevitably she herself would too. But despite her warning earlier, she didn't particularly mind it. This was comfortable, this was safe, this was bliss. If Haruki got to sleep while holding Moeka close to her, she would gladly sleep anywhere in the world.