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“You’re in big trouble, young lady,” Shizue said disapprovingly, looking once again at the new bruise on her teenage daughter’s cheek.
Following her gaze, Mizuki pointed to the welt nonchalantly. “What, this? You should have seen the other guy.”
For the third time this month, Mizuki had been caught chasing down a common criminal through the city. True, Shizue has been training the young girl to fight for several months now. It came so naturally to Mizuki that it was almost scary, but that wasn't surprising given her genetic modification. Still, in Shizue’s opinion, Mizuki's skills still weren’t refined enough to join any sort of defense squad. Not to mention, she was too inexperienced and (at times like this) stupid.
“Mizuki, there’s no way I’m letting you into ABIS if you’re going to be so reckless. Going after a perp carrying a gun without a weapon on you? You could have been killed,” Shizue’s voice had taken on a sharp tone that Mizuki rarely heard: she must have really struck a nerve. Mizuki regretted not taking her favorite baseball bat with her on the way out that morning, but she had forgotten it after waking up late.
She tried to lighten the mood: she hated seeing her mom in such distress. “Hello? I have superhuman powers, remember? I was FINE, Mama. I had him on the ground before he even knew what hit him.” Mizuki was sure of that. After spying a man stealing a woman’s purse, she chased him for a few blocks before bodyslamming him in the dirt at a nearby park. The police had only found a gun on him after the fact: no danger as far as Mizuki was concerned.
Shizue obviously didn’t see it that way, ignoring Mizuki as she practically threw her keys on the kitchen counter. Mizuki flinched at the sound: her mom was usually the cool and collected type, so she wasn’t sure how to approach such an outburst. Shizue whipped around to face Mizuki again with a stern glare. “Your powers don’t make you invincible. If something were to happen to you, I…” Shizue stopped herself, seeing Mizuki’s wide eyes. Worried that she might actually be scaring the girl, she dropped the subject, leaning against the counter and taking a deep breath to calm herself.
Mizuki took a few cautious footsteps towards the older woman. “Please don’t be mad at me,” she said softly, putting on her best puppy dog face for good measure.
It worked, of course: Shizue could never resist that stare. “Look, this is just… turning into a problem,” she said with a sigh. “You know, I’m not averse to stopping your training completely. You can just go to school like a normal teenager.”
Mizuki grimaced at the idea. “You wouldn’t,” she challenged. “You’d have wasted all that time then.”
Shizue raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like I care? Just means I’d get to have my pretty little girl all to myself… less work for you… win-win scenario, if you ask me.”
Mizuki couldn’t lie: a small part of that idea appealed to her. She had grown to be very possessive of her mother’s attention. When Shizue would go out clubbing by herself, Mizuki often found herself stewing with irritation. Not just because she couldn’t go. The thought of potential suitors flirting with her mother (or worse: her returning the favor) made her blood boil. She knew that Shizue enjoyed her casual partners, but it annoyed Mizuki all the same. She hated the thought of her mother getting used or hurt.
On the other hand, she couldn’t just give up her training sessions either. Not only was she incredibly skilled at combat, but she had a lot of fun doing it too. Plus, it gave her and Shizue a lot of alone time.
Mizuki lifted herself up on the counter, looking down at her legs that dangled above the ground. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry, I just… wanted you to be proud of me.”
“What do you mean by that?” Shizue asked, her tone neutral. “As if I’m not proud of you already. You’ve come a long way from being that sullen girl I took home a few months ago.”
Her affirmations lifted Mizuki’s heart a little. “I guess, but… I know I messed up a few times the last time you were teaching me to throw daggers. And ever since then we haven’t been practicing as much…”
“Is that all? I’ve just been busy with a case, sweetie.” With all her boldness and bouts of moodiness, Shizue sometimes forgot that even Mizuki got self-conscious sometimes. “Honestly, if you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have noticed your game was off. You’ve made excellent progress.”
Mizuki looked like she appreciated the compliment, smiling. This Mizuki was just like her younger clone, Shizue had discovered. She responded very well to praise, and Shizue didn’t really mind showering her with affection. She was genuinely good at a lot of things, especially in the physical strength department. More importantly, Shizue wanted to keep Mizuki happy, especially the more she learned about the girl’s early life.
“But you can’t just go beating dangerous people into the ground whenever I don’t give you enough attention,” Shizue added, a playful tone in her voice.
Mizuki blushed slightly, feeling called out. “H-hey, he was stealing from a pregnant woman! I was doing my part as a concerned citizen, too.”
Shizue rolled her eyes goodnaturedly. “Still, I suppose that’s an improvement. Remember when you used to tear up the house whenever I’d leave you alone to go drinking?”
Mizuki narrowed her eyes. “You make me sound like a wild animal.”
“Are we ignoring the fact that you run around without shoes all the time? You can’t do that stuff at your age, you know.”
“Why not?” Mizuki asked, genuinely curious.
“That happens to be a fetish for some people,” Shizue held back a giggle at the face Mizuki made. “It’s also, y’know… unsanitary? Don’t you care about germs?”
“Why should I? My immune system is goated.”
“Is that your reasoning for eating out of the trash, too?”
“Sorry I don’t like to waste food?” Mizuki countered. “Ugh, the point is I don’t wreck your shit anymore. Not on purpose, anyway.”
“Thank god for that,” Shizue muttered, rubbing her temples. Maybe she was being too harsh with the girl. Even if she had been careless, it was clear that Mizuki’s heart was in the right place. Shizue didn’t have the energy to stay mad at her: she had already been having a stressful day before she even received the call about the incident. What mattered was that her daughter was safe.
After another beat of silence, Shizue spoke. “Listen, you did a good thing today. But you need to leave that stuff to the adults for now,” she leaned forward to put a hand over Mizuki’s. “And be a little more careful in the future, alright? I know you’re a strong girl, but… I worry about you.” She then turned around to retrieve a glass from the cabinet: some wine was definitely needed after all that.
Mizuki wanted to be happy after getting the praise she wanted, but something about Shizue’s demeanor didn’t seem right. “I feel like you’re still upset.”
“No, it’s not that. I’m just tired. But, nothing a drink won’t fix.”
“Can I have one?” Mizuki asked, eyes following the bottle that Shizue held in her hand.
Shizue shook her head slightly in disbelief. “First of all, you’re way too young. And it’s a school night, so YOU need to wash up and get to sleep. Are you hungry?”
Mizuki shrugged, pouting a little. Despite the slight tug on Shizue’s heartstrings, she wasn’t planning to budge on this.
“Maybe after your bath, then. Go on,” she said, gesturing in the direction of the bathroom up the hall. Mizuki just stood there, crossing her arms with a dejected look on her face.
Shizue sighed gently again, holding out her arms to Mizuki. “Oh, come here. Let’s kiss and make up.”
A sentence like that might have raised the eyebrows of some people, but it was fairly normal in the Kuranushi household. Shizue had started it, partially as an attempt to form a familial bond with her adoptive daughter. She also thought that teasing the girl would get her to open up. When she had first come to live there, Mizuki didn’t even speak to Shizue for a few weeks.
The first time Shizue kissed her, just a light press of her lips against Mizuki’s cheek, the girl froze like a deer in the headlights. The next time, after Shizue had praised Mizuki for some small thing or another, the older woman almost got punched. That was when she learned to respect Mizuki’s boundaries. Still, she could have sworn that she saw the slightest slouch in Mizuki’s shoulders, like a weight being lifted. The first sign that Shizue might have broken down one of the many walls around her new daughter’s heart.
As the two grew closer, both during their training sessions and their time alone together, Mizuki found herself minding Shizue’s physical touches less and less. They grounded her in the worst of times: in the back of her mind, there was always a fear that Shizue would get tired of her and pass her off to a different home. At first, Mizuki believed that Shizue had only adopted her solely to use her as a weapon without any regard for her well-being as a person. The idea had sent off alarm bells in her head.
It took a lot of ‘I love you’s and words of praise to convince Mizuki otherwise. Now Mizuki didn't mind at all whenever her mom insisted that they kiss whenever she left the house alone. Or whenever they both wanted to clear the air after a disagreement. Sometimes, Mizuki even found herself anticipating those kisses. After all, she was the cutest girl in Tokyo. Probably in the entire world. She couldn’t expect anyone to be immune to her charms, much less the woman who knew her best.
That’s why she practically skipped over to Shizue’s embrace. She threw her arms around Shizue’s shoulders, standing up on her tiptoes to give the older woman a kiss on the lips. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. Although… Mizuki was lingering for a few seconds longer than usual. Maybe Shizue was just imagining it: her daughter was probably just in one of her cuddly moods. Barely giving it another thought, Shizue hummed against Mizuki’s lips, hugging the girl against her chest.
This seemed to please Mizuki, who pulled away with a grin. Shizue did love that smile.
“Do you believe me now?” Shizue asked. “No hard feelings.”
“Yeah. Thanks, Mama,” Mizuki said, smiling before letting out a yawn. “I think I’ll take my bath now. I’m exhausted.”
Shizue smirked as she watched the girl retreat to the bathroom. “You need me to help?”
Mizuki looked back at her mother and rolled her eyes. “Geeez, I’m sixteen years old, remember? I can take a bath by myself.”
Shizue chuckled. “Just checking. Oh, and leave your clothes in the hall, alright? I’ll toss them in the washing machine for you.” Of course, Mizuki had gotten her pretty (and expensive) school uniform dirty and spattered with stray bits of blood. Shizue would have to talk to her about that later.
“Kaaaay,” Mizuki answered back as she closed the bathroom door. A few minutes later, after she heard the water running, Shizue picked up the pile of clothes that Mizuki had left outside the door. The tights had a huge rip in the knees, so she just tossed those in the trash. Fortunately, the dress was still intact: only some stains from what Shizue could see. She sprayed some spot cleaner on the grimiest parts before preparing to put the dress in the washing machine.
Before she could, something fell from one of the dress pockets. Shizue kneeled down on the floor to see what it was and froze: a pair of black panties that definitely weren’t Mizuki’s. Was she… chasing girls around already?? Shizue was not prepared for that level of parenting.
She examined the underwear in her hand, taking note of the pink angel wing graphics on the back. Funny, Shizue could have sworn that she had a pair exactly like these… and they were her size…
What was Mizuki doing with her underwear?
Her daughter was definitely a weird kid, but this seemed… particularly strange. Shizue didn’t know whether to be disturbed or amused. Fortunately, the two of them were close enough now that she could probably ask and get a straight answer. The bigger question was how she would approach the subject.
She threw the rest of the uniform into the washer and went back to the kitchen to sip some more of her drink. She was so busy thinking about her discovery that she completely forgot Mizuki was in the bathroom… and being strangely quiet at that.
She sauntered over to the bathroom door, rapping on it gently with her knuckles. “Mizuki? Everything okay in there?”
No answer. Shizue knocked a little harder this time but still didn’t get a response. A sense of uneasiness crept in, thoughts of Mizuki slipping under the water and-
“Mizuki, I’m opening the door,” Shizue warned, hoping that would be enough to elicit a response from the other side. No such luck, so Shizue let herself in.
A rush of relief washed over her as she saw Mizuki peacefully dozing, her head propped on her arms on the rim of the bathtub. The warm water must have soothed her to sleep. Shizue sat down on a stool beside the tub, cursing herself for being so paranoid. Then again, that’s what years on the police force and losing close friends did to you. Mizuki’s run-in with that bag thief had only set Shizue further on edge.
She dipped her hand tentatively into the water, which was quickly turning cool. Shizue tried to rouse Mizuki, gently pushing on her shoulder and calling her name. The girl grumbled softly in her sleep, but refused to budge. Typical.
Shizue thought about just leaving her there, but knew she’d feel terrible if Mizuki woke up with a cold tomorrow. “Come on, kid,” she said gently, grabbing Mizuki under the elbows and raising her up to her feet.
“Mmmgh, whuh?” Mizuki babbled, her legs wobbly. She fell against Shizue’s chest, getting the older woman’s clothes wet in the process. Normally Shizue might have been annoyed, but… Mizuki’s half-asleep smile was particularly adorable.
“That’s right, we’re going to sleep now. Just lean on me, okay?”
Mizuki yawned before mumbling something that sounded somewhat like a “yes”. Shizue grabbed a towel that had been on a nearby rack, gently wrapping it around Mizuki and patting her dry. Since Shizue’s room was closer, she gently guided Mizuki inside and let her collapse on the bed.
Now what to do with her, Shizue wondered. Trying to maneuver Mizuki’s body into her pajamas was probably more trouble than it was worth. Instead, she retrieved her bathrobe from her closet: this would do until Mizuki decided to wake up. The towel was already falling off of her, so it was easy to slip her into the robe.
Shizue was about to cinch up the robe, so she naturally caught a few glimpses of Mizuki’s naked body. Shizue had seen it once or twice before: Mizuki was never taught to be ashamed of it, so she didn’t bother to hide anything during the rare instance when Shizue would walk into her room unannounced. Now in such close proximity, Shizue’s eyes wandered slowly from Mizuki’s slight breasts to her abs, already taught from all the drills that they practiced together.
With great effort, she stopped her eyes from looking any lower: she knew herself well enough to know that that might get her carried away. Still, she wondered if the rest of her daughter’s skin was just as soft as the lips she got to kiss every day…
Now she was curious: was Mizuki thinking about sex yet? I mean, she must have to some extent if she was carrying around her mother’s panties. The girl could have at least asked, Shizue thought with a smirk. Mizuki could definitely use some courting advice for sure: snatching someone’s underwear would be a weird first impression. Maybe she’d ask Mizuki about it in the morning. The girl might get a kick over Shizue’s similar age gap preferences. God, why did all the cutest girls have to be off-limits?
And Mizuki was one of the worst offenders: especially when she was sleeping. The girl had lightened up considerably since coming to live here, but there were times when she was still on edge. She still had nightmares sometimes, likely due to her time at the institute. But when she was sleeping peacefully like this… Shizue just wanted to pick her up and hold her forever. Protect her from any demons that threatened to haunt her.
And that’s why she couldn’t betray Mizuki’s trust.
“Get a grip, Shizue,” she muttered softly, tying the robe firmly. Shizue’s hand lingered on the knot thoughtfully, trailing down Mizuki’s covered thigh and back up to her waist. She took it away a moment later: better to save the harassment for one of her hook-ups. Mizuki deserved better than that. Shizue would just make do with one of her many body pillows until she could find another young person to toy with. Good thing each one had designs of male idols: no chance of projecting her daughter’s face onto them. So which one of her underage husbands would it be tonight?
She decided to change her clothes, which were slightly damp from holding up Mizuki’s wet body. Once she was changed into a pair of sweats and a sleeping bra, she turned around to see Mizuki making a soft noise as she stretched. Her gray eyes fluttered open as she looked up at Shizue.
“Hey, tiger,” the older woman said, sitting back down on the bed. She reached out to brush Mizuki’s cheek with her knuckles. The bruise that had been so dark a few hours before was already fading, one of the many perks of Mizuki’s enhanced genes.
Mizuki rubbed at her eyes to wake herself up, looking down at the robe she was wearing. She could smell the faint aroma of her mother’s perfume from the day before, making the girl feel warm all over. She hugged it close to her as she rolled around, yawning. “I guess I fell asleep in the bath, huh?
“Mmmhmm,” Shizue said, flopping back against the pillows piled up against the headrest of her bed. Mizuki’s yawn had made her sleepy all of a sudden, pleasantly muting her muddled thoughts from before.
“Sorry for making for making you drag me out,” Mizuki said, looking a little embarrassed.
Shizue beckoned the girl over, and Mizuki was in her arms the next minute. “That’s what I’m here for,” Shizue sighed softly, twisting around to turn off her lamp. It felt nice to just hold Mizuki close after the day’s events.
“And sorry I went overboard today,” Mizuki said softly, avoiding Shizue’s eyes. “I really screwed up.”
Shizue raised an eyebrow, rubbing her daughter’s back gently. “Where’s all this coming from? I told you it’s fine.”
Mizuki sighed. “Yeah, but I just made you upset. Sometimes I get so caught up thinking about how every bad person could hurt the people I love. Including you. So I just run in without thinking… am I still your personal ninja?"
Shizue ruffled Mizuki’s hair gently. “Of course you are. Who else would I trust? Date? Pewter?”
The only source of light was from the street lamps outside of the bedroom window, but Shizue could still see the unamused face Mizuki made. Shizue laughed gently. “Trust me, that’s always going to be your job. Even if you drive me crazy sometimes.”
Mizuki smiled. “Maybe that’s what I’m here for, too. My youthful energy will keep your gray hairs away.”
Shizue scoffed. "Hey, are you saying I look old??”
Mizuki didn’t say anything, just smirking.
“Say something or I’ll spank you,” Shizue said with a playful growl.
“How do you know I’m not into that?”
Shizue tried in vain to stop her mind from running away with that statement. This girl was taking after her way too much. She groaned and rolled over so that her back was to Mizuki. “Okay, get your mind out of the gutter-”
“Me?!”
“We both need our beauty sleep,” Shizue said, closing her eyes. Mizuki didn’t budge after a few moments, so Shizue opened one eye and looked back at her. “Well?”
“I’m too comfy to move. And you’ve got too much stuff on the floor… I don’t wanna trip. Can I sleep with you, Mama?”
God, the puppy dog eyes and the “Mama”. Shizue wasn’t getting out of this one. She gave her daughter a little smile, closing her eyes again. “Of course you can.”
Mizuki made herself comfortable against Shizue’s back, leaning over to kiss the older woman’s cheek. “Looove you, Mama.”
Shizue was glad that the bedroom was relatively dark. She didn’t feel like explaining the sudden blush that started creeping across her face. There was a reason she never let Mizuki call her that at work: sometimes it make her emotions toward the girl so strong that she thought her chest might burst. “Love you too.”
✯✯✯
Shizue’s weird feelings towards her daughter were still there a week later. That was impressive for her: normally, the thought of being intimate with someone would slip her mind entirely if there was no instant gratification. Fortunately, Shizue was good at keeping secrets. Even when the object of her frustrations was cuddled up next to her on the couch.
Normally, Mizuki would have had school, but she had been having nightmares until the early hours of the morning. Shizue never prodded Mizuki to tell her the details: she just held the girl until she calmed down, or left her alone when she wanted to process things by herself. And let Mizuki have mental health days as needed.
Mizuki definitely felt better now. The girl’s back was propped against Shizue’s chest, playing an Adorabbit-themed Tetris game on her phone. The DVD menu of one of their favorite movies had been playing on a loop for several minutes. Mizuki set her phone down, craning her head up to look at Shizue. “Don’t you wanna turn that off?”
“You could do that too, you know.”
Mizuki leaned back even more so that her head was resting in Shizue’s cleavage. “Don’t feel like it,” she said, her eyes fluttering shut.
Had Shizue been just a tad less calculating, she would have acted on a sudden impulse to lean down and kiss Mizuki on the lips. She could probably get away with it: they kissed every other day at this point. And Shizue had caught this girl red-handed with her panties…
That’s right, she had forgotten to tease Mizuki about that. She decided to take the opportunity while the girl was in good spirits. “Comfy there, are we?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“So you like my boobs AND my underwear? Interesting.”
One of Mizuki’s eyes opened ever so slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know what it means,” Shizue said, smirking. “I found my underwear in your skirt pocket the other day. What’s that about?”
Shizue’s smirk got even wider when Mizuki started blushing, removing herself from between the older woman’s legs and standing up abruptly.
“Aww, don’t get embarrassed,” Shizue said, tugging on Mizuki’s arm to turn the girl around.
“I’M not,” Mizuki said in a brash tone, though her flustered expression said otherwise. “I’m not the one with the dorky underwear.”
Shizue feigned offense. “Excuse YOU. I love those panties.”
“You would.”
“You’re deflecting, darling,” Shizue said, a little more gently this time. “Come now, you know we don’t judge around here. You can tell me anything.”
Mizuki swayed on her feet thoughtfully for another few moments, then sighed before sinking back down on the couch. “Okay, but you can’t laugh.”
“I’ll try my best,” Shizue said, intrigued.
“Well… y’know how Date has those weird porno mag powers? I figured out that when I’ve got a pair of panties, I get this HUGE burst of energy. Like, when I was chasing that guy from the other day,” Mizuki went on, smiling at the memory. “He actually almost got away from me. I lost him around the corner and didn’t know where he went. But then when I looked at your underwear it was like. My senses were heightened almost. I could FEEL his footsteps through the ground. That’s how I found him again. So yeah… that’s the answer.”
Shizue blinked at her daughter's strange confession. True to her word, she wasn't going to judge, but she was very curious about how Mizuki had realized such a thing about herself. After all, even Date's skill had a backstory, strange (and quite possibly fictional) as it was. “Soooo… is this like a sexual thing, or…?”
Mizuki laughed. “I dunno. Panties just make me excited, I guess.” Especially when they belonged to a precious person like Shizue, but Mizuki held onto that part. Having something so intimate in her possession just made Mizuki even more motivated to train harder, chase thugs faster.
“Well, don’t go telling your friends at school about it. OR showing off my underwear. You need to ask permission before you do that stuff. Otherwise, it’s just weird.”
Mizuki crossed her arms. “Weird, huh? Like when you were feeling me up the other night?”
“Is it my fault you keep sneaking into my bed? I can’t be held responsible for what I do in my sleep,” Shizue teased. Not that she minded, though she did wish she could have remembered something like that.
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Mizuki said, a smug look on her face. “I meant when I fell asleep in the tub and you took me to your room.”
Shizue narrowed her eyes. “I was HARDLY feeling you up, you little brat. I can't believe you were awake that whole time!”
“Maybe you would have noticed if you weren’t too busy staring at my boobs.”
She had a point there. “Heeey, you can’t blame me, right? They’re so cute… just like the rest of you.” Normally this would have gotten some sort of reaction out of Mizuki, but the girl was staying surprisingly neutral. It made Shizue a little nervous.
This was certainly a precarious situation… one that Shizue almost never found herself in. She was used to being in control, but now Mizuki had the upper hand. She could certainly use this as grounds to leave if she wanted, and Shizue couldn’t really blame her. Finding out your adoptive mom had a thing for you might be, as some teens would say, “cringe”.
However, if Mizuki was truly disturbed, she was certainly good at hiding it. Her eyes were trained on Shizue, a silent demand for an explanation. Shizue gave in. “I’m sorry. It was out of line,” she said as diplomatically as she could. She wanted more than anything to sound more motherly at this moment, but it would have felt disingenuous. What she had done wasn’t something that a parent had any right to do.
The girl absorbed the apology for a moment, then shifted her body closer to Shizue’s. “No… I don’t think it was.”
Shizue arched an eyebrow curiously. “Oh? I think a few major laws would disagree with you there.”
“Not if I didn’t want you to stop. That’s how it works, right?”
Shizue knew what she was supposed to say in this situation. You don’t know what you want, you’re just a kid, some crap like that. But to say that to someone as world-weary as Mizuki would have felt insulting. Her wishes may have been questionable, but not without careful consideration. Shizue could see that in her daughter’s eyes whenever the subject of the other Mizuki came up.
When this girl’s mind was made up, she wouldn’t be swayed by anyone… not even Shizue. So who was she to not respect Mizuki’s decisions?
Not to mention, she wanted to touch Mizuki so goddamn badly.
“You’ve been thinking about it too, I bet,” Mizuki said, her lips curling into a sly smile.
“I was trying not to, for your sake,” Shizue said in her own defense. “But you know how I am.”
“What, too perverted?”
“Hey, I’m not gonna take that from someone who was carrying around my underwear,” Shizue shot back. “Actually, I was going to say that I love you too much.”
It was true: as long as Mizuki kept herself relatively behaved, Shizue gave her everything she wanted. Plus a generous allowance. That’s why she had no reservations about making her next request.
“Yeah? I think you should prove it. By kissing me right now,” Mizuki said with an adorably impish grin.
“Demanding, aren’t we?” Shizue huffed, then made a little noise of surprise as Mizuki climbed into her lap.
“I’m waiting,” she insisted, absolutely zero hesitation in her voice.
Shizue leaned forward after a moment, placing one hand on Mizuki’s waist while the other caressed her warm cheek. Shizue let her thumb brush over Mizuki’s lips, making the younger girl's breath hitch. “Alright. If that’s what you want.”
Shizue leaned in and felt Mizuki sigh into the kiss, putting her hands on Shizue’s shoulders. It was chaste, but charged with a different energy compared to all of their previous kisses. Shizue went back in for another, slower this time, sucking gently on Mizuki’s bottom lip. Then Mizuki took a turn, opening her mouth a moment after she felt Shizue’s tongue against her lips. Shizue had never heard Mizuki moan before: it was a desperate, throaty sound that only encouraged Shizue to keep kissing her.
Mizuki was over the moon, getting so much affection from her mother at once. A throbbing sensation started at her core, and she found herself grinding against Shizue’s thigh without realizing it. The older woman took it as a hint, pulling Mizuki even closer as her hands traveled under her daughter's shirt. There was no reason for her to be shy now: Shizue’s fingers were running over Mizuki’s bra, her ribs, down her abs, going even further…
“Mama…” Mizuki panted as they separated, a thin trail of saliva breaking between them as they did. Shizue’s deep brown eyes were almost completely dilated now, but her hands paused as she listened intently to her daughter.
“What is it? Too much?”
“God no,” Mizuki replied, taking a breath. “There’s another reason I didn’t stop you the other night. I was kinda… testing you. I’m used to adults trying to change me into something they want. Force me into things I don’t wanna do. But you’re different, Mama. You have a good heart.”
Shizue didn’t know what to say for a moment. Mizuki hadn’t known Shizue for very long, didn’t know the half of the things she’d said and done to get to the top of ABIS. Mizuki had accompanied Shizue to her workplace dozens of times, so there was no doubt that she’d also heard the rumors of Shizue’s inappropriate sexual behavior towards her colleagues. Some of which were true.
And yet, it was clear that Mizuki thought the world of her, saw the warm person beneath Shizue’s enigmatic layers. She removed one hand from her daughter’s stomach and used it to cup Mizuki’s cheek instead, stroking it with her thumb. “You’re giving me too much credit. You’ll meet many more adults with better morals than me, I promise.”
Mizuki shook her head gently. “They won’t be YOU, though. You don’t have to be perfect for me. You’re still pretty and kind and… I’m gonna love you no matter what.”
For once, Shizue couldn’t think of any witty reply.
“My sweet girl… your Mama loves you so much,” Shizue cooed, kissing Mizuki again. When they separated, Shizue's hand went below the waistband of Mizuki's pants and inside her underwear. As Shizue suspected, Mizuki was already thoroughly wet. Shizue’s fingers traced the length of Mizuki’s slit, and the girl mewled impatiently at her touch.
“Poor baby… want me to make you feel better?”
“Mnnhmm,” Mizuki managed. Shizue’s warm, husky voice was only making her clit throb harder. Shizue softly slipped in two fingers, relishing the gasp she got out of Mizuki. She took her sweet time stroking her daughter’s velvety walls, her thumb feeling around for that precious knob slightly north of Mizuki's wet slit.
“Hah… I-I think you’re almost…” Mizuki practically shrieked in pleasure as Shizue found her clit and pressed down on it ever so slightly.
“How does that feel, Mizuki?” Shizue purred, applying more pressure as she leaned in to nibble her daughter’s neck.
Words escaped Mizuki at that moment, who was panting as her tongue lolled out of her mouth slightly. Shizue leaned back to look at Mizuki properly again.
“Stay with me now,” Shizue said firmly, yet with a tone so tender that Mizuki thought she might melt. “I want this to feel nice for you. Promise you’ll tell me if we need to stop?”
“Mama, pleeease,” Mizuki whined, though she smiled as another wave of heat made her squirm. “I can haaahhandle it,” she illustrated her point by rolling her hips against Shizue's fingers inside her warmth.
Satisfied, Shizue’s mouth closed over Mizuki’s to muffle another one of her soft moans. “You’re so adorable,” she breathed as her lips moved down Mizuki’s neck again. “So beautiful… such a good girl…” she punctuated both sentiments with more kisses, and Mizuki made even more noises of pure bliss.
Shizue felt her own arousal heighten as Mizuki’s tight pussy clenched around her fingers. It had been so long since Shizue had fucked a virgin, and she never got tired of the sensation. The fact that it was with her cute, beloved, sexy daughter this time only made things more intense. And Shizue could tell from the look in Mizuki’s eyes that she was enjoying the praise, the girl’s entire body thrumming with unabashed love. It was an experience that Shizue seldom got from her one-night stands, or the occasional fling with a coworker.
“Mama aaah ,” Mizuki huffed as Shizue’s fingers went deeper, her thumb making circles around Mizuki's clit. Shizue casually slipped another digit inside, causing the younger girl’s body to jolt. Now she was thrusting her fingers inside Mizuki at a steady rhythm, savoring each little euphoric cry and expression her daughter made.
“That’s right,” Shizue said, leaning back and gently tilting Mizuki’s cheek so that they were face to face again. “Can you beg for me, sweetheart? I’m dying to know how you taste.”
Even with all the dizziness and new bodily sensations that were intoxicating her, Mizuki forced herself to focus on Shizue’s face. The look she was giving Mizuki, a sensual mix of both lust and affection… Mizuki didn’t want her Mama to share that look with anyone else. Ever.
“Please, Mama… please don’t… stop…” Her hips bucked as another finger slipped inside of her, and now tears were starting to well at the corners of her eyes as Shizue pushed further. “I.. fuck… I need you!”
Shizue smiled through half-lidded eyes at Mizuki. “That’s my good little girl...my sweet Mizuki.” She began to quicken her motions, her middle and index fingers going as deep as Mizuki's anatomy would allow. Those words, my Mizuki, my, my, my, (mine), were ringing in her head with each of Shizue's increasingly frantic thrusts. Her mother was here, holding her close, not letting her go for anything. It was a certainty, a permanence that she had been missing for years. She hadn't realized how deeply its absence had been eating away at her until the realization was here, crashing down on her all at once.
Mizuki cried out, leaning forward to claw at Shizue’s back with her hands. As Mizuki’s moans got even louder, Shizue used her thumb to clamp down on her daughter’s clit. There was no way that Mizuki could keep her composure, not with Shizue using her whole hand to pleasure her the younger girl inside and out. In just a few more jabs, Mizuki came hard, digging her nails into Shizue’s back as she did. She noted the way her mother arched her back at the contact, only magnifying the waves of pleasure that rocked through her. As the girl’s body continued to shudder from the orgasm’s aftershocks, Shizue removed her hand from Mizuki’s opening and licked the salty-sweet fluid delicately from her fingers.
As soon as she was finished, she was caught off-guard by Mizuki capturing her lips in a lazy open-mouthed kiss. Shizue was more than happy to oblige: Mizuki was so cute when she took charge. After a few more kisses and murmured words of affection between them, Mizuki pulled away with wide eyes.
“... oh SHIT!!”
Shizue blinked, panicked that she had somehow coerced Mizuki for the past several minutes. “Everything okay?”
“I just remembered I have an exam today,” Mizuki groaned.
Shizue audibly exhaled with relief. Then she had to laugh: it must have been nearly noon by now. “What do you mean today? No wonder your grades are atrocious. You have got to stop skipping so many classes.”
“I remember SOMEONE saying I should stay home today,” Mizuki pointed out. “Besides, it’s just a literature test. I think I’ll be fine.”
“Is that so? Smart girl,” Shizue said, toying with one of Mizuki’s braids. “Why don’t you hurry up before you miss it then? Maybe if you do well, your Mama will give you a reward.”
“...like what?”
“Anything you want. Within reason.” Given what they had just done, that left open a lot of possibilities. Mizuki wiggled in Shizue’s lap and bit her lip, no doubt as something inappropriate flashed through her mind. It was turning Shizue on.
“It’s a deal,” Mizuki said with a wink, jumping up from Shizue’s lap and quickly sprinting out of the room. Shizue marveled at how energetic Mizuki was, wondering how many orgasms it would take to wear her out. Truthfully, Shizue would have loved to test that now, but she wanted to save Mizuki from flunking out of school if possible. Otherwise, there was no way she could justify buying that bike that Mizuki had been fawning over.
Ten minutes later, Shizue was taking a swig of orange juice from the carton when Mizuki entered the kitchen. “Do I look okay?” she asked, turning around so that her mom could see her from every angle in her clean Sekiba High uniform.
Her face was still adorably flushed from the sex, but Shizue wasn’t going to say anything. “Cute as ever.”
Mizuki beamed, cheekily taking the carton from her mom’s hands and taking a drink for herself. “Be back in a few hours,” she said, making her way to the door.
She was halfway outside when Shizue grabbed her from behind, pulling her into a light hug. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” she said softly into Mizuki’s ear.
Mizuki turned around with a toothy smile, then tugged on Shizue's collar. Their lips met, softly at first. Then Mizuki's tongue was coiling around Shizue’s, who pulled Mizuki closer as her mind started to go hazy with desire again. And it wasn’t just that: Shizue’s heart was fluttering with some kind of affection, a feeling that somehow felt bigger than both parental and romantic love. Something that couldn't easily be defined: although, that was fitting for the both of them, with all of their collective demons and eccentricities. What a lucky thing to have found each other, Shizue mused.
With a lot of effort, Shizue broke the kiss first. “I love you, Mizuki. Hey, what if I just locked you up in my room forever instead? Then you’d never have to worry about exams.”
Mizuki rolled her eyes, though she didn’t remove her hands from Shizue’s collar. “Okay, you’re ruining it now.”
“I was just joking.”
“Were you?!”
Shizue smirked, running her hands down her daughter’s slim frame. “I guess you’ll find out. If you ever try to run away.”
“Don’t count on it. I could break any chain or cage you try to put me in, remember? I could break YOU if I wanted,” Mizuki said in a tone flirty enough to create some filthy images in Shizue’s head. “Not that it matters. I’m sticking with you now.”
“Ohhh, so you're going to stick something inside me next time~”
“Stop.”