"You're early," Yumi murmured, fingers tightening around the teapot handle as the doorbell chimed fifteen minutes ahead of schedule.
The voice on the other side was honeyed and bright...too bright, grating against Yumi's nerves like nails on chalkboard. "Oh! Am I? Sorry, I just figured...well, trains run faster in the afternoon, don't they?"
Yumi's throat went dry. She hadn't expected laughter to sound like that...warm and effortless, the kind that filled a room before its owner even stepped inside. "No, it's...it's fine," she lied, nudging a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The heat of embarrassment crawled up her neck. "I haven't even...the tea isn't ready."
Akemi's smile was audible through the door. "Then let me help! I make a mean chamomile." And just like that, she was inside, slipping past Yumi in a whirl of black tights and citrus perfume. Close. Too close. Yumi caught the faint musk of sweat beneath the scent, the way Akemi's hip brushed hers as she moved toward the kitchen...a careless, electric graze.
The teapot trembled in Yumi's grip. She stared at the other woman's back, at the way her suit jacket clung to her shoulders, the hem riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin above her waistband. Something hot and unwelcome coiled low in Yumi's stomach.
Akemi turned, holding up a tin of loose leaves with a grin. "Ah! Found it." Her fingers were slender, nails unpainted but polished. Yumi wondered, absurdly, how they'd feel tracing her collarbone. Then she blinked, horrified. What the hell was wrong with her?
"Shall I?" Akemi gestured to the teapot, already reaching. Their hands brushed...deliberate?...and Yumi jerked back, spilling boiling water on her wrist. "Oh god!" Akemi gasped, grabbing her arm. "Let me..."
"No!" Yumi hissed, but Akemi was already pressing a cold towel to her skin. Her palm was warm. Too warm. "It's nothing."
"Liar." Akemi's breath tickled Yumi's ear. "You're shaking." The accusation was soft, curious. Yumi swallowed hard. Every inhale filled her nose with Akemi's perfume...bergamot and something darker, like burnt sugar.
"You're...very hands-on," Yumi managed, voice thin.
Akemi laughed...light, unbothered—and her thumb strayed to the edge of the wet towel, tracing the curve of Yumi's wristbone. "Occupational habit. Maria used to scrape her knees constantly. You should see my first-aid reflexes."
"I'm not your daughter," Yumi said, sharper than intended.
"Obviously." Akemi's smile didn't waver, but her gaze dipped...lingered...on Yumi's mouth. "Though you do pout like Yuki when you're flustered."
The observation punched a startled breath from Yumi's lungs. She hadn't realized Akemi knew her daughter's tells well enough to compare.
"Tea," Yumi blurted, twisting away. Her pulse rabbited beneath Akemi's fingers. "We should...finish the tea."
Akemi hummed, releasing her, but her fingers dragged slow, deliberate, down Yumi's forearm. "You're right. Water's still hot." She turned back to the counter, hips swaying slightly, and Yumi watched, helpless, as the fabric of her skirt clung to the dip of her lower back.
"Tell me," Akemi said casually, measuring leaves into the strainer, "do you always blush this easily?"
Yumi's fingers clenched against her skirt. The air between them crackled...thick with bergamot and something hotter, hungrier. "Only when people barge into my kitchen."
Akemi's laugh was a warm vibration against Yumi's shoulder as she leaned in, breath grazing her earlobe. "Liar again."
"I...what?" Yumi stammered, her pulse a wild thing trapped beneath her ribs.
"You didn't stop me." Akemi's fingers hovered over the teacup, her pinky brushing Yumi's knuckle. "Not really." The words were syrup-slow, deliberate, and Yumi's throat went dry at the implication.
The living room was too small suddenly, the sofa cushions dipping under their combined weight as they settled with tea and almond cookies Akemi had pulled from her bag. "Maria's favorite," she confessed, dusting powdered sugar from her skirt. "I've been carrying these around like a squirrel hoarding nuts."
Yumi snorted into her cup, the tension dissolving into something softer, easier. "You're ridiculous."
"Only on Tuesdays." Akemi grinned, kicking off her heels and tucking her feet beneath her. The hem of her skirt rode up, revealing a crescent of thigh where her tights had snagged. Yumi's gaze snagged too.
"You're staring."
"I'm not," Yumi lied, but her fingers tightened around her cup.
Akemi's smile softened. "Liar," she murmured again, and this time, it didn't sound like an accusation.
Yumi swallowed hard. The heat of Akemi's thigh pressed against hers through their skirts was more intimate than any touch from Kyoutarou in years. "You're...very close," she managed, her voice flimsy, cracking at the edges.
Akemi tilted her head, dark eyes flickering with amusement, something darker lurking beneath. "Scared?" She took a slow sip of tea, watching Yumi over the rim. "Or just out of practice?"
Yumi's pulse thudded in her fingertips, her skin prickling with something between anticipation and dread. Akemi's breath hitched, just slightly, when Yumi's knee shifted...an accident?...and brushed higher up her thigh. The silence between them wasn't empty; it was thick, syrupy, a living thing.
Akemi set her cup down with deliberate care. "Tell me something," she whispered, leaning in until Yumi could count the faint freckles dusting her nose. "When was the last time someone touched you?" Her hand hovered, fingertips just grazing the inside of Yumi's wrist...not holding, not trapping, just...testing. "Really touched you."
Yumi's breath stuttered. She could lie. Should lie. But Akemi's thumb traced the delicate blue veins beneath her skin, and the truth slipped out unbidden: "Too long."
Akemi's exhale was warm against her lips. "Me too."
Yumi's chest tightened—just two words, but they unspooled something raw in her gut. The evening light had faded without her noticing, painting Akemi's cheekbones in violet streaks from the window. Shadows pooled in the hollow of her throat where her blouse gaped slightly open. Yumi's fingers twitched with the urge to press there, to feel the flutter of Akemi's pulse.
"It's late," Akemi murmured, glancing at the darkening sky, but she didn't pull away. Her knee nudged Yumi's again, lingering this time.
"You shouldn't go." The words tumbled out before Yumi could stop them. "The trains...they get sketchy after nine."
Akemi's eyebrow arched, her mouth curling at the corner. "Sketchy?"
"Mm." Yumi swallowed, her throat dry. "Robbers. Drunks."
"Robbers," Akemi repeated slowly, her thumb brushing the inside of Yumi's wrist again.
"You could stay." Yumi's voice was barely audible. "Guest room."
Akemi's fingers twitched against her wrist. "Oh?"
"The couch folds out." Yumi gestured toward the hallway, pulse hammering as she stood...too fast. Her ankle caught the edge of the coffee table, and the world tilted. "Shi..."
Akemi lunged, arms wrapping around Yumi's waist, but momentum sent them crashing to the tatami. Yumi's breath left her in a rush as Akemi's weight pinned her down...hips wedged between her thighs, breasts flush against hers. The impact knocked their foreheads together, mouths sliding in a clumsy, wet collision.
For three heartbeats, neither moved. Akemi's lips were softer than Yumi imagined, her exhale shuddering against Yumi's chin. When she finally jerked back, her pupils were blown wide, her cheeks blotchy red. "S-sorry," she stammered. "I..."
"Me too," Yumi whispered. The lie tasted bitter. Her thighs clenched involuntarily around Akemi's hips, and the friction drew a sharp gasp from both of them.
Akemi's palm slid up Yumi's ribcage, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through her shirt. "We should..."
"Get up," Yumi finished, but neither moved. The air between them crackled with static, Akemi's knee pressing deeper into the cradle of Yumi's thighs as if pulled by some invisible force. Yumi's hips arched... just slightly...before she could stop herself.
Akemi inhaled sharply, her fingers tightening on Yumi's ribs. "You..."
"Didn't mean to," Yumi gasped, but the damp heat gathering between her legs betrayed her. The seam of Akemi's tights rasped against Yumi's bare inner thigh where her skirt had ridden up, and the friction sent sparks skittering up her spine.
Akemi's breath hitched. "Liar," she murmured...so close that Yumi could taste the word on her tongue.
Their mouths collided again, not by accident this time. Akemi's lips parted with a soft sound, her tongue sliding against Yumi's in a slow, exploratory stroke that unraveled something deep in Yumi's belly. The scent of bergamot clung to Akemi's skin, mingling with the salt-sweet tang of sweat as Yumi's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer.
Akemi moaned...a tiny, broken noise...and Yumi felt it vibrate through her own chest. Her nipples peaked against Akemi's fuller breasts, the friction maddening through thin cotton. When Akemi rocked her hips down experimentally, the pressure against Yumi's clit drew a whimper from her throat...raw, desperate.
"Fuck," Akemi breathed against her mouth. Her hands slid under Yumi's shirt, fingertips tracing the dip of her waist before skating higher. "You're so..."
"Don't stop," Yumi begged, the words ragged against Akemi's lips. Her thighs trembled around Akemi's hips, every nerve alight. The weight of Akemi's body, the warmth of her skin...it was too much and not enough, all at once.
Akemi's teeth grazed Yumi's lower lip, her voice thick with want. "Tell me what you need."
Yumi's hips jerked up in answer, her hands fumbling for the clasp of Akemi's skirt. "You," she gasped. "Just..."
Akemi's laugh was breathless, wild. "God, yes." She caught Yumi's wandering fingers, pressing them flat against her own stomach so Yumi could feel the rapid flutter of her pulse. "But slow," she murmured, kissing Yumi's knuckles. "We've got all night."
Yumi's breath caught at the promise in those words... at the way Akemi's eyes darkened with intent. When Akemi's thumb brushed the peak of Yumi's nipple through her shirt, the sensation jolted through her like lightning.
"Bedroom," Yumi managed, her voice wrecked.
Akemi grinned, slow and wicked. "Lead the way."
Yumi hesitated, fingers flexing against Akemi's wrist. "I don't...know how to do this." The confession spilled out raw, her pulse jumping under Akemi's thumb. "With... with a woman."
Akemi's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around Yumi's. "Neither do I." She bit her lip, gaze flicking down Yumi's body...lingering on the flush creeping beneath her collar. "But I'm damn good at improvising."
Yumi's laugh came out shaky as she tugged Akemi toward the hallway. "That makes two of us." The bedroom door creaked open, revealing the rumpled sheets Yumi hadn't bothered to straighten that morning. Akemi's palm was damp against hers, their fingers interlaced too tight...like neither trusted themselves not to bolt.
Akemi exhaled sharply when Yumi backed her against the bedframe. "So." Her throat worked as Yumi's knee nudged between her thighs. "Where do we...?"
"Here." Yumi cut her off, pressing a hesitant kiss to the corner of Akemi's mouth. Her hands hovered over the buttons of Akemi's blouse, trembling. "Unless you...?"
"God, yes." Akemi caught Yumi's wrists, guiding her fingers to the first button. "Just...don't stop." The fabric parted with a whisper, revealing the swell of Akemi's breasts above lace-trimmed satin. Yumi's breath caught...she'd never seen another woman like this, close enough to taste the salt on her skin. Akemi arched into her touch with a broken sound when Yumi's thumb brushed her nipple through the fabric. "Fuck, your hands..."
"I don't..." Yumi swallowed hard, her pulse erratic as she fumbled with the clasp at Akemi's back. "How do you...?"
"Here." Akemi twisted slightly, guiding her fingers to the hook. The moment it released, Yumi felt the weight of Akemi's breasts against her palms through the loosened fabric, warm and impossibly soft. Her breath hitched...so different from her own body, fuller, heavier. Akemi's moan was ragged when Yumi squeezed experimentally, her hips jerking forward. "Jesus, you're..."
Yumi ducked her head, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the swell of Akemi's breast through her blouse. The damp fabric clung to her tongue, the taste of salt and perfume dizzying. Akemi's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as Yumi's teeth scraped gently over her nipple. "Oh god..." Akemi gasped, her back bowing off the bedframe. "Don't be gentle."
Yumi's pulse roared in her ears as she finally tugged the blouse and bra aside, baring Akemi completely. The sight punched the air from her lungs...pink nipples pebbled tight, the faint stretch marks along the underside of her breasts glinting in the lamplight. When Yumi closed her mouth over one, Akemi's thighs clamped around her waist with a shattered cry. The heat of her skin, the way her body arched into every flick of Yumi's tongue...it was nothing like the hesitant, perfunctory touches of her marriage. This was hunger.
"Like that," Akemi panted, grinding shamelessly against Yumi's thigh. Her fingers scrabbled at Yumi's shirt, nails catching on the fabric. "Now you...let me..."
Yumi shuddered as Akemi's palms slid up her ribcage, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through her bra. The touch was electric, igniting every nerve as Akemi's mouth found hers again, insistent and messy. Yumi whimpered when Akemi pinched her nipple through the lace, the sharp pleasure-pain radiating straight to her clit. "Too much," she gasped against Akemi's lips, but her hips rolled forward anyway, seeking friction.
Akemi laughed breathlessly, her teeth grazing Yumi's earlobe. "Liar." Her hand slid lower, fingertips tracing the waistband of Yumi's skirt. "Tell me what you want."
Yumi's throat worked, her body trembling with anticipation. "Everything."
Akemi's fingers dipped beneath the hem of Yumi's shirt, her nails dragging slow, deliberate trails up Yumi's ribs. "You'll have to be more specific," she murmured, her breath hot against Yumi's collarbone.
"Please," Yumi gasped, her hips jerking forward helplessly. The soft cotton of her shirt bunched beneath Akemi's hands as she deftly unhooked Yumi's bra without removing the fabric, her fingers sliding beneath the loosened straps. Yumi's breath hitched when Akemi's palms cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples in slow, maddening circles.
Akemi groaned against Yumi's neck as Yumi's mouth found her exposed breast, her tongue swirling around the tight peak before sucking hard. The dual sensation of Akemi's hands kneading her flesh while her own mouth worked over Akemi's sent a dizzying rush of heat straight to Yumi's core.
"Fuck," Akemi gasped, her hips grinding against Yumi's thigh. "You're so..." Her words dissolved into a moan as Yumi's teeth grazed her nipple, her fingers tightening possessively around Yumi's breasts beneath the fabric. The damp heat between them grew unbearable, their bodies moving in a desperate, unspoken rhythm.
"Off," Yumi managed between wet, open-mouthed kisses down Akemi's sternum. "Everything...now."
Akemi's laugh was breathless as she yanked Yumi's shirt over her head, the bra following in one fluid motion. "You first," she murmured, her fingers skating down Yumi's ribs to the waistband of her skirt. The zipper hissed open, fabric pooling at Yumi's feet.
Yumi's breath caught at the sudden exposure...her nipples pebbling in the cool air, her thighs pressing together instinctively. Akemi's gaze raked over her, molten and hungry. "Jesus," she whispered, thumbs hooking into Yumi's panties. "You're gorgeous."
A wet pop echoed as Yumi pulled away from Akemi's breast, her lips swollen and glistening. She swayed slightly, naked under Akemi's stare...the first time another woman had seen her like this, completely bare.
Akemi's breath hitched as she traced the curve of Yumi's hip, her fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Now you," Yumi rasped, her palm flattening against Akemi's stomach. "Let me see."
Akemi's blush deepened, her fingers curling as Yumi's hands skimmed the waistband of her skirt. "You first," she whispered, her left hand sliding between Yumi's thighs with deliberate hesitation. The pad of her thumb pressed against damp trim hair, drawing a gasp from Yumi's lips.
"You're soaked," Akemi murmured, her voice thick with wonder. Her index finger sides in between the expose swollen, glistening flesh. The first slow stroke of her fingertip along Yumi's slit drew a shuddering moan. "God, you feel..."
"Inside," Yumi gasped, her hips jerking forward. Akemi's finger slid in effortlessly, the tight heat of Yumi's body clenching around her knuckle. The sensation punched a ragged sound from Akemi's throat.
"Like that?" Akemi whispered, curling her finger experimentally. Yumi's answering cry was raw, her nails biting into Akemi's shoulders as her hips rolled into the touch. The slick slide of Akemi's finger inside her, the maddening brush of her thumb against Yumi's clit...every movement sent electricity arcing up her spine.
"More," Yumi begged, her thighs trembling. Akemi's laugh was breathless as she added a second finger, the stretch drawing a choked sob from Yumi's throat. The wet sounds between them were obscene, Akemi's wrist flexing with each deliberate thrust. "Fuck, your hands..."
"Yours too," Akemi gasped, arching into Yumi's wandering touch as fingers finally found bare skin beneath fabric. "Don't stop..."
Yumi's mouth crashed into hers, swallowing Akemi's moans as her fingers mirrored the rhythm inside her. The taste of salt and desperation mingled between them, bodies moving in perfect, ragged synchrony.
"Right...there..." Yumi gasped against Akemi's lips, her hips stuttering against the relentless curl of Akemi's fingers. Each thrust brushed something deep, something that sent sparks skittering up her spine. "Oh god, don't stop..."
Akemi's breath hitched, her thumb circling Yumi's clit in tight, frantic strokes. "You're so tight," she murmured, voice husky with awe. Her teeth scraped Yumi's earlobe as she added a third finger, slow despite Yumi's desperate whimper. "Breathe, just...let me..."
Yumi's nails dug into Akemi's shoulders, her thighs trembling with the strain of holding back. The stretch burned...sweet, overwhelming...her body yielding inch by inch until Akemi's knuckles pressed flush against her. "Fuck," she sobbed, the word cracking halfway. The pressure built like a storm inside her, coiling tighter with every slick slide of Akemi's fingers. "I'm...I can't..."
"Look at me," Akemi demanded, her free hand tangling in Yumi's hair. Their eyes locked...dark, frantic...and Yumi felt the moment unravel inside her, pleasure cresting like a wave before crashing down in shuddering, gasping pulses.
"Fuck, there..." Yumi choked, her body clamping around Akemi's fingers as her orgasm tore through her. The sound ripped from her throat was ragged, broken...something between a sob and Akemi's name.
Akemi's breath was hot against Yumi's trembling lips. "Did you just...?" Her fingers slowed but didn't withdraw, pressing deeper, riding out the aftershocks.
"Too much," Yumi whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily...not away, but closer, chasing the fading sparks. Akemi's answering moan vibrated against her skin as Yumi's fingertips finally found bare, slick heat beneath fabric. "Your turn."
Akemi gasped when Yumi suddenly dropped to her knees, fingers trembling as she peeled away black satin panties slowly...too slowly...each inch revealing damp curls glistening in the lamplight. "Oh god," Akemi breathed, thighs twitching as Yumi's knuckles brushed her inner thigh. "You don't have to..."
"I want to," Yumi interrupted, her voice raw. The scent of arousal hit her first...musky, warm...before her tongue flicked out tentatively, just grazing Akemi's folds. The taste burst across her tongue like salted caramel, electrifying.
Akemi's hips jerked forward with a shattered cry, her fingers tangling in Yumi's hair. "Don't tease," she begged, her voice wrecked. Yumi's answering hum sent vibrations through Akemi's clit as she finally sealed her mouth over her, sucking gently. The responding pulse against her lips drew a desperate noise from Akemi's throat...half sob, half laugh...her thighs clamping around Yumi's ears as she rocked into the wet heat.
"Like that?" Yumi murmured against slick skin, her thumbs spreading Akemi wider. The shuddering nod above her sent a thrill down her spine...she'd never imagined this power, the way Akemi's body sang beneath her tongue. When she circled Akemi's clit with firm, deliberate strokes, the answering cry was ragged. "Let go," Yumi whispered…and felt the exact moment Akemi did.
Akemi's hips stuttered...once, twice...before freezing midair. "Oh god…" Her thighs trembled violently as clear fluid pulsed against Yumi's tongue, flooding her mouth with a salt-bitter tang that made her groan. The taste was unfamiliar, intoxicating…she swallowed greedily, chasing every drop until Akemi collapsed onto the mattress with a broken whimper.
Yumi crawled up on the bed, her knees sinking into rumpled sheets still warm from her body this morning. She hesitated only a second before capturing Akemi's lips...soft, lingering...not realizing her tongue still carried traces of Akemi's climax until the other woman gasped against her mouth.
"Wait…" Akemi's fingers tightened in Yumi's hair, her pupils dilating as she licked her own taste from Yumi's lower lip. The slow, deliberate drag of her tongue made Yumi shiver…she'd never seen someone savor themselves like this, dark eyes half-lidded with shameless pleasure. "You're…" Akemi's whisper was hoarse, her breath hitching when Yumi's thigh slid between hers again, "…filthy."
Yumi laughed...gasped...as Akemi suddenly rolled them over, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other traced the damp crease where thigh met hip. "And whose fault is that?" Yumi arched into the touch, her pulse rabbiting where Akemi's thumb pressed against her wrist.
"Mm. Mine." Akemi's teeth grazed Yumi's collarbone as her knee nudged Yumi's thighs wider, the heat of her own arousal slick against Yumi's skin. "But you…" Her hips rolled forward in a slow, filthy grind that drew twin moans from them both, "…you begged for it."
"What are you..." Yumi's question dissolved into a choked cry as Akemi lowered herself fully, their wetness meeting in a molten slide that stole her breath. The sensation was dizzying...Akemi's hips moving in slow circles, her clit rubbing against Yumi's with each pass...friction and liquid heat and a tension so sweet it bordered on pain. "Oh god…"
Akemi's answering moan vibrated against Yumi's throat, her fingers tightening around Yumi's wrists. "Feel that?" Her voice was wrecked, her body trembling with the effort of keeping the pace slow, deliberate. "How good we fit?" The next roll of her hips dragged a sobbing gasp from Yumi, their shared wetness smearing hotter, messier between them. Akemi let's go of Yumi's wrists and puts both of her hands on Yumi's shoulders as she grinds harder against Yumi's pussy for the first time ever...no teasing, no hesitation...just the raw, hungry press of her body seeking friction where Yumi needed it most. "Tell me," she demanded, her breath sharp against Yumi's jaw. "Tell me you feel it too."
Yumi's hands grabbed Akemi's curvy asscheeks as she pulled Akemi tighter against her body, nails biting into soft flesh. "I..." The words shattered into a cry as Akemi's clit dragged over hers in a slick, torturous arc, the pressure so perfect it bordered on cruel. "Fuck, yes, I..." Her hips jerked up, chasing the contact, her thighs clamping around Akemi's waist like she could fuse them together. The angle shifted, Akemi's weight pinning her just right, and Yumi's vision whited out for a heartbeat, her back arching off the bed.
Akemi's laugh was breathless, victorious. "There." Her teeth scraped Yumi's earlobe, her hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. "That's it, isn't it?" She didn't wait for an answer, her hands sliding up to frame Yumi's face, thumbs brushing the tears Yumi hadn't realized were spilling. "You feel so good against me."
Yumi gasped, her fingers clutching Akemi's hips as their bodies moved in perfect, desperate tandem. "You're..." The words died as Akemi's breasts swayed above her, heavy and flushed, bouncing with every thrust. "God, they're..." The thought slipped out unfiltered, hushed and reverent, "like some...some anime girl's."
Akemi froze for half a second before her laughter bubbled up, rich and delighted. "What?" Her fingers tightened in Yumi's hair, tugging just enough to sting. "Say that again."
"Shut up," Yumi groaned, but her hips arched higher, chasing Akemi's trembling body as she resumed grinding with renewed fervor. The slap of skin against skin, the slick heat between them...it was too much, not enough.
Akemi's breath hitched as she watched Yumi's face crumple, her own climax building with every choked gasp. "You're staring," she whispered, her voice breaking mid-sentence.
"I'm not," Yumi lied, her gaze locked on the way Akemi's breasts bounced with each desperate roll of her hips, the sight searing itself into her brain.
Akemi's moan was low, ragged. "Liar." She leaned down, her nipple brushing Yumi's own nipples.
"Yes," Yumi gasped, her fingers digging into Akemi's ass. "Like that. Keep..."
"Begging again?" Akemi's hips snapped forward sharply, her clit grinding against Yumi's in a way that made stars burst behind Yumi's eyelids. "Say it properly."
Yumi's thighs trembled, her calves locking tight around Akemi's legs as she pulled her deeper into each desperate thrust. "Don't stop." The words tumbled out between gasps, her voice cracking halfway. "Please…right there..."
Akemi's breath hitched, her rhythm faltering for one glorious, agonizing second before she surged forward again, faster now, her forehead pressing against Yumi's as their bodies moved in perfect, shuddering sync. The heat between them was unbearable, molten...every slide of skin against skin sent lightning arcing up Yumi's spine until she couldn't tell where she ended and Akemi began.
Then...fireworks. Akemi's cry shattered against her lips as Yumi's own climax tore through her, their bodies locking together in a white-hot burst of sensation that left them both trembling, gasping, clinging to each other as the aftershocks rippled through them like waves against the shore.
Akemi collapsed onto Yumi's chest, her breath ragged against Yumi's skin, her fingers trembling where they clutched Yumi's shoulders. "That was…" she gasped, her voice rough with exhaustion, "…so much better than tea."
Yumi burst into laughter, the sound bubbling up from deep in her chest, raw and unfiltered. "Shut up," she managed between breaths, her fingers tracing idle circles on Akemi's sweat-slick back. "You're ridiculous."
"Only on Wednesdays," Akemi murmured, lifting her head just enough to catch Yumi's lips in a slow, languid kiss. Their mouths moved lazily against each other, tasting salt and shared pleasure, the urgency replaced by something softer, sweeter. Yumi sighed into the kiss, her thighs still twitching with residual tremors.
Akemi pulled back just far enough to whisper against Yumi's parted lips, her thumb brushing a stray tear from Yumi's cheek. "Tell me something," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hammering of their hearts. "Was that your first time with a woman?"
Yumi's breath hitched—not from the question, but from Akemi's fingertips trailing down her ribs, feather-light, teasing. "Does it matter?" she countered, her hips arching slightly, chasing the touch.
Akemi's grin was wicked, her teeth grazing Yumi's lower lip as she leaned in again. "No," she admitted, her breath warm. "But I like knowing I ruined you for anyone else."
Yumi's laugh was breathless, her hands sliding into Akemi's hair, pulling her down into another searing kiss. "Arrogant," she murmured against Akemi's mouth, but the way her body arched into the contact betrayed her.
Akemi hummed, her thigh sliding between Yumi's legs again, the pressure deliberate, teasing. "Prove me wrong," she challenged, her lips brushing Yumi's earlobe. "Tell me to stop."
Yumi's nails dug into Akemi's shoulders, her hips rolling forward of their own accord. "Never," she breathed, the word dissolving into a moan as Akemi's teeth found the sensitive curve of her neck.
The lamplight flickered, casting long shadows across their tangled limbs, the only sound the ragged symphony of their breathing and the soft, wet slide of skin against skin. Outside, the night stretched on, endless and forgiving, as if the world had paused just for them.