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Mika swiped her key card, and pushed open the door to her apartment. Her grocery bag scraped gently against the door as she left herself in.
“Mika?” called Youchan from deeper within their apartment.
“I’m home!” said Mika.
“Mika!” Youchan… whined? It sounded like her voice was coming from their bedroom, but it was a bit early to turn in for the night. The bedroom door was cracked, so she couldn’t see all the way in.
Mika took a deep inhale, and was greeted with a facefull of Youchan’s heady scent. It was strong. She must’ve started a day early. No big deal. Their cycles were generally synced, but when they got too busy to be home or one of them traveled solo for work, as Mika had last week when she visited Taiwan with half of MyGO, they could drift out of alignment.
Ugh. She could feel her heart speeding up in response to Youchan’s pheromones. It was just a physiological response; something completely unrelated to the mental image of her beautiful girlfriend curled up in their bedroom, soft and needy. Nothing to overthink.
Mika needed to put the groceries away first, or the perishables would spoil. Responsibilities first, personal matters second.
“Be right there,” she called.
She toed off her shoes and carried the groceries to the fridge with unsteady steps. The plasticky bag handles were slippery from the sweat on her palms.
“Mikaaaa,” Youchan complained. “Hurry up!”
She got the eggs in the fridge before her willpower abandoned her. The rest of the groceries thudded to the floor, still in the reusable bag. They would be okay. Youchan needed her right now.
Mika opened the bedroom door slowly. She didn’t want to startle Youchan.
The scent was overpowering in the bedroom. Youchan was curled up on their secondary bed. Her entire body was swallowed beneath the blankets, with only her face and pool of untied hair peeking out. The bed itself was circular and the bedframe went a third of the way around the bed to make it cozier for nesting — closer to an oversized bean bag than a traditional mattress. It also made for easier clean up.
Mika stripped off her jeans and crawled under the covers with her girlfriend. Youchan was fully clothed, she noted. Her girlfriend greeted her with outstretched arms and Mika gladly settled into the hug, half on top of Youchan and half beside her. Youchan liked the weight.
“Mika…” she mumbled.
“Hey Hina. I missed you.”
“You took forever to come back,” whined Youchan. She hugged Mika tight, like she was afraid she was going to run away. Yes, her recording session had run slightly late, and yes, she had gotten unlucky with her train, but she wasn’t late by more than half an hour. And she had texted! She didn’t press it. There were worse things than the needy version of Youchan.
“I’m here now,” said Mika with a kiss. Youchan returned it, adding a little nip before she pulled away.
“More?” asked Mika.
“More,” Youchan nodded. She resumed the kiss, deeper this time, and Mika met her passion. Her pulse sped up and tingles of anticipation danced down her arms.
Youchan dug a harsh bite into her lower lip. In contrast with the soft persona Youchan showed the world, she loved to use her teeth. She couldn’t count the number of times Youchan left her with swollen lips and a shower of bite marks cascading down her neck. Her makeup artist had come to expect the overtime.
Mika pressed into the kiss and forced Youchan to tilt her head back against the bed, working to reclaim some of the initiative. Youchan’s hips pressed up against hers. She was trying to be subtle, but Mika knew exactly what she was after. The angle was terrible though. There was no way she could get any satisfaction out of it. Slowly, with as much deniability as she could manage so that they could preserve Youchan’s dignity, she slid her leg between Youchan’s. Youchan got shy about asking for these things, but if they could present it as an accident…
Sure enough, between kisses she felt Youchan grind against her thigh. Her soft pajamas provided almost no protection from the bare skin of Mika’s thigh and the firm muscle beneath. She felt Youchan’s whole body shudder against her. Fingernails pressed into her back, sharp even through her button down. Mika held back a hiss at the sudden sensations from so many angles.
Mika ran her hand down Youchan’s hair.
“How do you feel, babe?”
“Sleepy…” she whispered. “… and horny.”
“And how are you gonna feel if we spend fifteen minutes washing up, then another fifteen warming you up?”
“… sleepy and too tired to do anything,” Youchan pouted.
Mika giggled.
“So self aware.” She kissed Youchan on the brow. “Just give it a minute.”
Youchan’s fingernails stayed pressed into her back and her hips still shifted back and forth, chasing the small sparks seemingly of their own accord. Eventually, though, she started to relax. Mika could feel the tension leave her abs, and her hips slowed to a standstill. Her hug loosened.
When two omegas went into heat together, their pheromones tended to have a calming effect. It was the opposite of when an alpha was around an omega. Mika was still a day out according to her tracker, but by this point in her cycle her own scent was strong enough to soothe Youchan.
“Stupid hormones. One minute I want you to ruin me, and the next my eyelids feel like lead,” Youchan complained.
“You’re complaining about getting cuddles from the Mika Kohinata. Some people would kill for that.”
“I’m paying you back in the equally rare Hina Youmiya cuddles. Maybe even more rare,” she said with wide innocent eyes. Such snark from such a sleepy girl!
“Sad. I’ve seen it a hundred times. Girl gets a hot idol girlfriend, and instantly any traces of humility evaporate.”
“Oh shut up,” Youchan grinned. She gave Mika a quick kiss. “We both know you’re the one with a thing for idol culture.”
“I do not!” Mika didn’t know why she had this reputation. Just because she had dated an idol or two in the past-
“That UO gravure shoot?”
Ah, the one in the bath, where she had been submerged beneath a layer of UO glowsticks. She would’ve liked to claim it was a spur of the moment thing but… it had actually taken a fair amount of planning. The UOs created terrible lighting conditions, and she wouldn’t’ve trusted any off the shelf agency photographer.
“That was just fan service,” protested Mika.
“Whatever you say~”
A moment passed. Mika filled the lull in conversation with little swirls of her fingers around Youchan’s back. Was she settling down to sleep?
“Warmer?” Youchan asked.
“Hm?” Mika wasn’t entirely sure what she meant. It was quite warm under the blankets already.
Youchan’s fingers tugged at the buttons of her dress shirt. Ah, she wanted- Mika indulged her. She always did. Starting from the top and working her way down, Mika undid the buttons one by one. She would’ve made a tease out of it, but Youchan didn’t seem in the mood; her eyes were already fluttering closed.
“Yours too?” asked Mika. Youchan nodded.
“Up!” said Mika, and Youchan complied. She lifted her arms up over her head so that Mika could tug off her cotton t-shirt. She was left naked from the waist up.
The moment she was free, Youchan pulled Mika back down and snuggled into her. She wrapped her arms around Mika’s back beneath her now-loose shirt, and Mika felt her head tuck into the hollow beneath her chin. Youchan sighed contentedly. So much soft skin on skin… it was incredible that two people could be this close.
Her scent was even more powerful now that there were no barriers to hold back the waves of pheromones rolling off her body. Mika tilted her head forward into Youchan’s hair so she could get a better sniff. Notes of the lavender conditioner they shared, the sharpness of sweat (it was nearly summer, after all), and far louder: that nuanced mix of chemicals as unique to Youchan as her fingerprints or her irises or the texture of her voice. It was love. It was home.
Mika sighed in bliss. This was everything she needed. If not for her body’s demand that she eat and drink, she would gladly lie in this puddle of warmth with Youchan for the next two days while their heats ran their course. It must’ve been the same for Youchan, surrounded on all sides by Mika. She brought her hand up to stroke the side of Youchan’s face, just so that she would truly be enveloped.
Youchan’s breathing evened out, and her hug relaxed so much it felt like her arms might slip off Mika’s back. She probably wasn’t asleep quite yet, but she was getting there.
She was glad Youchan found the skinship relaxing, but she could not. Even with the calming effect of their pheromones mixing like this, she would have to be straight not to feel anything cuddling with Youchan in their state of undress. Stupid hormones. Stupid sexy formerly-horny girlfriend and her hot to the touch skin. Youchan would definitely complain if she tried to sneak away to handle it, so she resigned herself and endured.
Mika closed her eyes and hoped sleep would take her. Her girlfriend’s face pressed into her boobs wasn’t going to make it easy.