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Kazuha's hands have never trembled this badly.

"Is everything alright, dear Kazuha?"

"A-ah, yes, my lady."

Kuni chuckles, the sounds so pleasantly smooth that it forms a pit in Kazuha's stomach. "You seem nervous," she purrs, turning just enough to smile at Kazuha from over her shoulder. "Are you sure you're doing alright?"

"Yes," Kazuha lies through her teeth, fumbling with the corset's laces. "Quite alright." As alright as she can possibly be after, for whatever reason, Kuni sent away her servants and insisted that Kazuha should be the one to undress her. Alone.

Kazuha has been working as Kuni's lady-in-waiting (her only lady-in-waiting, which is unusual for one of her lady's rank but perhaps not as unusual if taking her temper into account) for a few years now, during which they've grown to be very close friends, and although her lady's requests can occasionally be a little... eccentric, this is the first time she's ordered something so improper. Granted, Kazuha was never one to care about propriety — she did not care when she spent most of her childhood acting not as the only heir to her ancient clan but as a curious and adventurous child with tears in her dress and wind in her hair; she did not care when she shot down every single marriage proposal thrown her way, even the ones that would have been objectively advantageous to her and her family; and she did not care when she first met her lady and responded to her difficult character with subtle teasing and warm smiles, slowly but surely earning her respect, her favor and, eventually, her trust.

But this... this feels different. It feels provocative, it feels deliberate, it feels dangerous. Like Kazuha is dancing on a very, very thin line and she's about to trip and fall face-first into the void — or rather, into the all-consuming nature of what she truly feels for Kuni. They are feelings she has nurtured for over a year now, ones that blossomed unexpectedly but beautifully nonetheless. From the very first moment she laid her eyes on Kuni, Kazuha has always been drawn to her — to her beauty, her wit, her larger-than-life ambitions — but for that quiet attraction to evolve into the tender, yet burning love she feels now... that was a pleasant surprise. One that she intended to conceal, in fear that the weight of her true emotions, if unrequited, would crush the bridge that they have built brick by painstaking brick.

Yet this request of hers... it could be only an innocent whim, yes, but how likely is that? How likely is it that the glances through lowered eyelashes and catlike smirks mean nothing? How likely is it that the slow stretch of Kuni's arms was only meant to bring some relief, instead of showing off every single inch of her body? And what about the the sultry tone Kuni used when making her request, what about the hand she pressed against her own chest, resting it right over her delicate cleavage–

She needs to stop thinking about this. Kazuha wills herself to steady her hands and finish loosening the corset, then gently slips it off Kuni's frame. "Finally," Kuni sighs, placing a hand on her shoulder as she delicately rolls her neck and gods above Kazuha stop staring. Kazuha hurriedly sets the corset to the side, struggling to ignore the fact that her lady is now wearing only a thin chemise that leaves very little to the imagination. And gods, she's so beautiful, so ethereal as she slips off her hairpin and lets her locks fall in a dark waterfall down her spine–

Gods. Forget about her hands trembling, Kazuha is certain, without a shadow of a doubt, that she's never felt this attracted to someone in her entire life. And her job still isn't done. Could she do this with her eyes closed...? No, no, she can do this, she just has to... ignore the fact that her lady will soon be completely bare. And that they are alone.

Kazuha shakes her head to herself, blushing furiously, as she moves to step behind her lady once again. She brushes Kuni's beautifully smooth hair to the side before untying the knot of her chemise. It falls to the ground, pooling around Kuni's bare feet, her ivory skin nearly glowing under the moonlight, and Kazuha could touch her. She could touch her right now, running her hands along her bare arms and intertwining their fingers...

She's so taken by her fantasy that when she feels Kuni's back press against her chest, she wonders whether her body moved against her will. But no — Kuni is leaning her weight on her, grinning slyly. "Thank you for the help, Kazuha," she says, her eyes glimmering under fluttering eyelashes. "Maybe we should do this every night, hm?"

"Um–" Kazuha has to fight tooth and nail to keep looking at her eyes and her eyes only, and although she's prone to getting lost in them it's proving to be rather difficult this time. "I– Well, um, that's–"

Kuni chuckles as she rests her head on Kazuha's shoulder. Between her heels and naturally being slightly taller, Kazuha is now left staring down at her dazzling eyes and soft lips. "So the poet is finally rendered speechless... You're so cute, Kazuha."

Cute?! "My lady, I..."

"Shh." Kuni's hand rises to cup Kazuha's nape, and that's when she stops thinking. She stares, eyes wide and cheeks on fire, as Kuni applies some pressure on the back of Kazuha's neck, then stands on her tiptoes and leans closer, and closer...

Kazuha twists her head to the side just in time for Kuni's lips to land on her cheek — and they're soft, oh so soft, but– "M-my lady–"

"What?" Kuni turns to face her, hands moving to cup Kazuha's cheeks, bare chest pressing against her dress. Compared to the sly amusement from before, now there's a trace of irritation darkening her gaze... or perhaps worry. "Do you not want this?" she asks, and although her voice is growing firmer the spark of anxiety in her eyes only brightens. Kazuha knows this sight well: whenever Kuni is feeling nervous she tries to appear stronger, in control, to fool both others and herself. She's... doing the same thing now.

Kazuha has been hoping against all odds for so long now — hoping that the closeness they share is something more than friendship, that the attraction and fondness she harbors are not as one-sided as they should be. And it doesn't feel real, none of this does, but on the off-chance that it is, Kazuha slowly reaches for Kuni's cheeks. "I," she begins, swallowing nervously when Kuni's eyes widen. "I do want this. My lady, I–"

This time, Kazuha doesn't shy away. She lets their mouths connect in a tender kiss, soft and delicate, Kuni's lips like rose petals against her own; and although the kiss is brief, Kazuha finds herself short of breath when they part. "My la–"

But she doesn't get the chance to talk: Kuni is drawing her back in before she can even catch her breath. She's demanding, hungry, relentlessly chasing Kazuha's lips and pressing her tongue into her mouth, delicate hands holding her firmly in place. Kazuha almost stumbles under the force of it and of her own joy, but when she goes to place her hands on Kuni's hips to steady herself she feels bare skin and oh–

She removes her hands quickly, as if burned, yet Kuni doesn't seem to appreciate that. She draws back from the kiss, lips swollen, eyes dark. "It's okay, Kazuha..." Her hands grasp Kazuha's own and lead them back to her hips. "Keep touching."

It's a miracle that Kazuha's heart doesn't beat its way out of her chest. She gingerly spreads her fingers, feeling the soft skin warm under her touch; and when Kuni dives back into another kiss, Kazuha finds her hands wandering. She gently massages her hips, then trails upwards, along the faint trace of her spine, brushing her shoulder blades; she then dips down once again to caress the arch of her lower back, and when Kuni presses against her hands with a satisfied sigh Kazuha almost faints on the spot.

And her poor heart can't seem to catch a break, because Kuni is soon reaching behind Kazuha's back to grasp the strings holding her dress together. She undoes them hurriedly, gasping between kisses, her body pressing forward as if in an attempt to consume Kazuha's own. "Kazuha..."

Kazuha attempts to say something, anything, but can't let out a single sound aside from a helpless gasp as the dress is slipped off of her. Kuni is relentless in her passion, tearing off one piece of clothing after the other until Kazuha is just as bare as she is, trembling under Kuni's fingers. "There you are," Kuni breathes, running her hands along Kazuha's sides. "Finally..."

Kazuha is shaking uncontrollably by this point, her body wracked by wave after wave of desire and disbelief and embarrassment and love and everything else in between. It's overwhelming in the best way possible. She surrenders to the push of Kuni's delicate hands and lets herself be led to Kuni's bed, her heart hammering against her ribs at each hurried and unsteady step.

As she kicks her shoes off and finally sinks into the sheets, the sight of Kuni positioning herself above her somehow reawakens her shame. She sees Kuni prepare to kiss her and turns her head to the side, shivering when Kuni's lips once again land on her boiling hot cheek. "M-my lady, we shouldn't..."

Kuni lets out a displeased groan, her slender fingers curling around Kazuha's wrists and pressing them into the mattress. "Do you really care about that?" she breathes against her neck. "You've never given any importance to what is or isn't proper... why should you start now?"

And Kazuha is ready to lie, ready to let a defeated sigh and a this is crossing a line fall from her lips, but then Kuni presses their chests together as she places a kiss under Kazuha's jaw and all she can do is surrender. "No," she whispers, trembling like a leaf when Kuni's knee slots between her thighs. "No, I... I don't care."

The knee applies pressure, and Kuni giggles. "Good girl."

In the sudden surge of heat that follows, Kazuha decides not to dwell too deeply on those words and what they made her feel. She instead lets her eyes close in acceptance as Kuni draws close once again, and this time she doesn't shy away from it. Their lips connect in a kiss, one that is light and sweet as spun sugar for about ten seconds before Kuni decides she wants to devour Kazuha whole. It's desperate, filthy, their tongues dancing and dragging together as moans and saliva alike spill from their lips, and although it should probably make Kazuha feel even more embarrassed she finds that it's having the opposite effect. It feels natural, now, to buck up to let their chests press together, or to wrap her legs around Kuni's waist to hold her close; she fights against the hands holding her down, too, not necessarily to break free but in an attempt to sink them into Kuni's hair, her back, her hips, to cup her chest and reach between her legs. She gasps for breath between kisses. "My la–"

"Stop," Kuni cuts in breathlessly as she draws back. She stares down at Kazuha with pure hunger, her pupils blown wide, though the slight embarrassment and hesitation she must still feel reflect themselves in the bright red of her cheeks and the way her swollen lips tremble before forming the rest of her sentence. "Enough with the formalities. Call me Kuni."

"Kuni," Kazuha obeys immediately. "Kuni, let me go. I want to touch you."

The flush on Kuni's cheeks travels all the way down to her shoulders, but her voice and expression remain composed. "Beg and I will consider it."

"Please, please let me touch you, I'm begging y–"

"Fine! Fine, okay." Kuni visibly swallows as her hands leave Kazuha's wrists to instead rest on the mattress. "You... just moments ago you were dying of embarrassment, how did you become so shameless all of a sudden?"

"Does that upset you?" Kazuha whispers, moving her freed hands to rest them on Kuni's cheeks. She smiles as the woman's eyes flutter shut, and at the soft breath she lets out as she subtly nuzzles into them. How cute...

"Upset? I wouldn't say that," Kuni replies under her breath. She slowly opens her eyes and glances at Kazuha through her lashes, and Kazuha's stomach flips nervously at the smirk that soon graces her lips. "I do think you should be put back in your place, though."

"Wha– ah–"

Kuni's hand lands on one of her breasts, firmly cupping the soft skin. "Do you have any idea," Kuni begins, her voice low and unsteady, as her thumb presses against Kazuha's hardened nipple, "How long I've wanted to do this?"

Oh, Kazuha is not strong enough to have a conversation like this right now. She tries anyway, desperately scrambling for words as whimper after whimper is punched from her lungs by Kuni's hand. "I... I c-couldn't say, but–"

Kuni twists her nipple, and the jolt of pleasure that follows very effectively cuts Kazuha off. "Since the moment I laid eyes on you." She massages Kazuha's breast for a moment, almost as if to apologize for treating her roughly. "All it took was one of your stupid smiles for me to realize that I wanted to see you just as you are now — helplessly splayed out below me."

The words ignite a heat within Kazuha unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She moves her hands lower to hold on to Kuni's shoulders, then bites down on her lower lip as Kuni resumes her ministrations and gently fondles her breast. "That... ah, t-that long?" she finally manages to pant.

"Mhm." Kuni lets go of her, though the hesitation that sparks within Kazuha is quickly soothed when Kuni lies down next to her, her face easily finding the crook of Kazuha's neck. "What about you?"

"I... I was also drawn to you right away." Kazuha shivers as Kuni's lips press against her neck, while her cold, slender hand comes to rest on her stomach. "I always believed you were... so breathtakingly beautiful. So–" Kuni's fingers dance lower, lower, teasing every inch of Kazuha's skin. "So magnetic... like the sun, I found it difficult to gaze directly at you at first, b-blinded... ah, blinded by your... your radiance..." That cold touch ghosts along her side, her belly button. Kazuha gasps sharply, spreading her legs as wide as they will go. "But eventually, I grew used to your light... I saw the gentle warmth of it, saw it being clouded by doubt... saw how you kept shining n-nonetheless. And..." Kuni's breath shudders against her neck, and her hand trembles subtly as it drags from her belly to– "And that light of yours became my... my s-sustenance... a-as vital as the sun itse–" Finally, finally, Kuni's hand moves to cup her, and every nerve of Kazuha's being cries out in joy– "Ah, Kuni, p-please–"

The heel of Kuni's palm presses down on her clit, and Kazuha is finally silenced. "You talk too much," Kuni whispers against her neck. Her voice is an unsteady little thing, and her cheek burns where it brushes against Kazuha's skin. "Always spouting such nonsense..."

Kazuha claws for her sanity, if only to keep it long enough to correct her assumption. "It's not nonsense," is all she can get out before one of Kuni's fingers begins to run against her folds. She's already wet, and it's heard in the sticky sound of Kuni parting her open. "These are m-my most sincere thoughts."

There's a soft scoff, a minute shake of Kuni's head. "I sure hope you don't speak this way to others. People are bound to fall for such gilded words."

Somehow, Kazuha finds the strength to laugh. "A-are you... one of those people, Kuni?"

The silence that follows is damning. It makes Kazuha laugh again, breathless and disbelieving and joyous, though the sound is smothered in her lungs when the tip of Kuni's finger presses against her entrance. "K-Kuni, I..."

Finally, Kuni breaches her. Her touch is gentle, her presence unobtrusive, yet Kazuha already feels like she's dangerously close to losing her mind. She slowly thrusts into her hand, a soft whimper falling from her lips. "Kuni..."

"Shh... stay still." Kuni presses a kiss against her neck, then on the hollow of her throat, the underside of her jaw. Her finger eases its way inside, and Kazuha's wet walls easily give way. "Be a good girl now..."

All Kazuha has the strength for is a shallow nod. She struggles to remain in place, her thighs trembling as Kuni's finger pumps its way in and out in a maddeningly slow slide — and she wants to follow Kuni's request and be good, she does, but– "K-Kuni... faster, please..."

There's a soft scoff, and Kazuha can almost feel the shape of her smile against her skin. "That didn't last very long," Kuni drawls, curling her finger inside of her and pushing and shushing Kazuha when she whimpers. "What makes you think you can make such requests of your lady?"

"I... I'll make it up to you," Kazuha manages to stammer after a moment of dazedness. "I'll make you feel good too... I'll do anything, anything..."

Kuni's finger leaves her, but before Kazuha can beg for forgiveness it's returning, this time joined by another. "Utterly shameless," Kuni whispers. She pushes her way inside, and this time Kazuha feels the slightest burn as her digits stretch her open, merciless in their gentle, yet unrelenting march. "Are you really that desperate?"

In a flash of clarity, Kazuha is tempted to say that Kuni must be just as desperate as she is — that she's the one who seduced her, she's the one who escalated over and over again, but then Kuni's fingers reach as deep as they will go and curl to press down on a beautifully tender spot and Kazuha's wits leave her once again. She only nods, digging her heels in the mattress in an attempt to chase Kuni's touch. "Say it," Kuni purrs, pressing another wet kiss right under Kazuha's ear, and that's really all it takes.

"I am desperate," Kazuha quietly confesses. Kuni's fingers set a slow pace, her short nails dragging deliciously against Kazuha's walls. "Please..."

To her delight and relief alike, a third finger is added, though the rhythm of Kuni's thrusts remains unhurried. When Kazuha once again attempts to chase her hand, she's quickly stunned and stopped in her tracks when Kuni bites her. Actually bites her. "A-ah! Ah, wh-what..."

"Behave," Kuni orders in a near-growl, and Kazuha feels her head spin. That's... that was...

...She can't decide whether that was more attractive or more cute. A breathless, high-pitched giggle escapes her. She can't believe this is her life now, and not just a fever dream...

Her laughter seems to take the wind right out of Kuni's sails. The woman raises her head to look at Kazuha, her pink lips pulled into a confused pout. "What? What are you laughing at?"

"You're cute," Kazuha plainly says between giggles. It makes Kuni's flushed cheeks grow even redder, and gods, how beautiful she is. Her dark cheeks contrast so beautifully with the ivory pallor of the rest of her skin, and her disheveled hair pours like ink down her slim shoulders. Kazuha reaches out with a hand to tuck away a strand, and although Kuni purses her lips she lets Kazuha do as she wishes. Yes, she's cute indeed, though such a simple word alone could never suffice to describe the ethereal heights of her beauty... And her eyes, oh, her eyes. They shine like dark diamonds, like fathomless pools glistening under the moonlight. As cliché as it may be to say, Kazuha truly feels like she could drown in them.

The feeling only intensifies when Kuni's fingers, which had at one point fallen still, begin to pump their way in and out of her once again; but while the pace before was slow and teasing, now they slam inside of her with breathtaking force and are pulled out just as quickly before plunging inside again. Kazuha jolts and writhes, her chuckles dying in her throat and coming out as nothing more than voiceless whimpers, while her eyes widen at the sudden onslaught and at the pleasure that sets her veins on fire and makes her legs shake. She can't manage a single word, and the chance to speak abandons her once and for all when Kuni's thumb lands on her clit and Kazuha's brain promptly turns to mush.

"Not so confident now, huh?" Kuni drawls with a smile that could only be called evil. She leans in, her lips teasingly ghosting Kazuha's own as she whispers. "Be good and I'll consider letting you come."

And really, what is Kazuha supposed to say to that? She nods repeatedly as desperation takes over once more, her only act of defiance being the way her hands find Kuni's shoulders and dig into the pale, flawless skin. Kuni coaxes her closer and closer to her climax with ruthless precision, striking the perfect spot over and over again and speaking over Kazuha's whimpering moans with soft words of praise, with good girl and you sound so good and an even softer why did I wait so long?

All of her words throw more fuel into the fire burning Kazuha from within, but somehow it's that whispered question that gets to her. That's what makes her arch against the sheets and reach her climax with a long, desperate keen — the plain confirmation that Kuni wants this, has wanted this, and that it's living up to her expectations, that the effort to bridge this final gap was as worth it to Kuni as it was for Kazuha to lay down the first brick. And when Kuni kisses her again, when she swallows her moans as she guides her through her orgasm, it feels less like a lustful act and more like a promise wrapped in tender understanding.

It all drains Kazuha — her orgasm and the realization both. When her body finally stops seizing she goes limp against the mattress, her chest heaving under a thin layer of sweat. She feels like her head is not quite attached to her body... or maybe it's her soul that's floating away. Yes, that makes more sense. Floating away and right into Kuni's dreadfully tender hands...

Gods, she's delirious, isn't she?

Her confused exhaustion must show, because Kuni laughs at her; but while before Kazuha may have found some small pretext to dig her finger under and use it to get back at her (playfully, of course), now she only echoes her quiet laugh in sheer disbelief. It's hard to believe that this is real... that her dear Kuni is the one who just offered her such pleasure.

...She needs to return the favor. Kazuha sits up, though she blinks in surprise as Kuni lets herself fall against the mattress at the same time. They stare at each other for a second. If Kazuha hadn't moved, Kuni would have landed right on her chest...

Oh. That's not only a flattering and frankly adorable revelation, but also her opening. "Were you hoping to cuddle?" Kazuha asks in a teasing whisper, and Kuni's cheeks immediately catching fire is probably as explicit of an answer as she's ever going to get. "Sorry... be patient just a little longer, alright, Kuni?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kuni scoffs, pointedly looking away. She curls up on top of the sheets and closes her eyes, a pout firmly placed on her puffy lips. "Anyway, I'm tired."

Being faced with the familiar territory of Kuni's bashfulness allows Kazuha to regain some of her confidence. She smiles sweetly despite the fact that Kuni isn't looking at her, knowing that it will carry in her words. "Aww, aren't we going to talk about what we are?"

"No," Kuni answers bluntly. Kazuha lets out another disappointed sound, and Kuni's nose twitches. "...Not yet. You're exhausting, and it's making me want to sleep."

"Sleep?" Kazuha echoes. She raises a hand to reach for her braid to brush away a loose strand, but when she realizes how unbelievably messy the whole thing has gotten she starts to drag her fingers through it in an effort to untangle it. "I was going to return the favor, but if you insist..."

Adorably and predictably, Kuni peeks at her with a half-lidded eye. Said eye widens slightly as it traces Kazuha's raised arm, then the expanse of her chest, her stomach, before settling on the wetness between her crossed legs. With clear difficulty, Kuni swallows. "I... I suppose I could remain awake for a bit longer."

Kazuha finally untangles her braid and lets her hair spill over her shoulders. "Oh, no need to force yourself on my behalf," she says with a sweet smile, knowing Kuni will bite. "Please, do rest. We'll pick this back up another ti–"

To her delight Kuni, face burning red and lips pursed, surges up to grab Kazuha by the shoulders. "How about you put that smart mouth of yours to better use, huh?"

Kazuha could tease her a little longer — she could pretend that she has no idea what Kuni is talking about, or that the thought of, as she put it, putting her mouth to work didn't immediately make her head spin; but she decides to show mercy in the end, and leans in to press her lips to Kuni's neck. "As you wish," she whispers, smiling at the shiver that visibly runs down the other woman's spine. She lets her lips trail along Kuni's skin, pressing kiss after kiss under her jaw, until Kuni slowly leans back against the pillows with a sigh; Kazuha draws back at that, and is faced with the entirety of her lady's bare body, breathtaking in its ethereal perfection. And while she may have felt embarrassed by the sight before, being faced with the entirety of her now somehow feels... easier. Perhaps it's because Kuni so boldly made her wishes known and destroyed what few barriers were left between them, or perhaps it's because they've already held each other while Kazuha was in the throes of pleasure; regardless, it feels so natural now to lean over Kuni's body, and to take one of her breasts in her hand. It's small, delicate, its nipple adorably pert; a beauty mark lies on its soft mound, and Kazuha presses her lips against it, smiling when Kuni lets out a deliberately deep breath. She massages it for a moment more, committing the gentle weight of it to memory, before letting her hand trail down and away, ghosting it over Kuni's ribs, running it along the curve of her side, pressing it against the swell of her hip.

Yet before she can go further, that hand is grabbed and removed. "Kazuha," Kuni begins unsteadily, her eyes blown wide. "If you don't stop teasing me I am going to make you regret it."

It's a shame, really, that Kuni's words achieve the opposite of what she likely wanted: instead of spurring Kazuha into action, they make an excited shiver run down her spine as she wonders what kind of punishment her dear Kuni may have in mind.

Unfortunately, her eagerness must show on her face. Kuni frowns at her, then reaches up to sink a hand in Kazuha's hair. "Get whatever disgusting thought you just had out of your head," she grumbles in an adorably bashful tone. She then applies pressure, coaxing her head lower and lower, until Kazuha's lips are brushing Kuni's sternum. "Or as your punishment, you will be forbidden from ever laying a finger on me again."

Kazuha doesn't believe her for a second. She blinks up at Kuni, her smile widening so much that it hurts. "How will I undress you then?"

"You– what the hell are you–" Kuni seems to choke on her next words. "You are so incredibly shameless."

"Shameless? Me? But Kuni, you're the one who said we should do this every n–"

Kazuha's head is promptly shoved between Kuni's thighs, and the sight of her soft-looking, dripping folds makes Kazuha's mouth snap shut and her throat go dry. "Kazuha," Kuni calls, her tone softening into something more raw... more desperate. "Stop teasing, please."

Oh... oh, she sounds so good like this — the perfect mixture of grumpy, bashful and needy. It makes Kazuha want to tease her endlessly, to push her to the edge, leave her teetering on it for a few seconds and then abruptly yank her back... but she should be nice, she thinks, so she only shoots Kuni a smile before closing the distance between them and pressing her lips against her quivering core. Kuni gasps sharply above her, the fingers she still has in Kazuha's hair tightening their grip; and the sting of it is pleasant, as is the shuddering sigh that Kuni lets out when Kazuha parts her with her tongue.

To be quite honest, Kazuha has absolutely no experience whatsoever, yet her lady's quiet moans and subtle twitches are an excellent guide. Kazuha lets them show her the way, carefully studying Kuni's reactions to understand which spot brings her the most pleasure, whether she should lap at her entrance or suck on her clit, whether to massage her thighs in reassurance or sink her nails into them and let them tighten around her head. Kuni's soft swears soon become unintelligible, interrupted by shallow and uneven breaths as she curls up on herself as much as physically possible with Kazuha still between her legs and Kazuha's arms looped around her thighs. Kazuha experimentally presses her tongue inside of her and Kuni whines and trembles, both of her hands now tugging at Kazuha's hair. "T-there... Kazu– hah, Kazuha..."

She sounds close... Kazuha hums as she pushes deeper and deeper, and Kuni lets out a loud and unrestrained moan in response, clenching down on Kazuha's tongue. Her cries reach a new pitch as she arches against the mattress, her heels digging into Kazuha's back, her entire body spasming; and then, with an exhausted and desperate moan, she comes all over Kazuha's face.

While most people may find the feeling disgusting, Kazuha can't help but think that it's absolutely delightful. She happily laps up everything that Kuni gave her, reaching for every little crevice, every drop, uncaring of the slick coating her face from nose to chin. She tastes good, but what Kazuha enjoys even more is her reaction — the aftershocks of pleasure, the overstimulated whimpers. Kazuha draws back slightly, just enough to lick her from her entrance to her clit, relishing in the weak whines that her lady lets out as she rolls her hips into Kazuha's face. Her eagerness is both surprising and adorable enough to make Kazuha laugh, and she wastes no time at all before continuing to drag her lips and tongue all over her, kissing Kuni's core as if it were her lips. She draws another orgasm out of her with little difficulty, and she's contemplating going for another when Kuni stops her. "E-enough," she says in a small, trembling voice, her entire body shying away from Kazuha's touch. "Gods, I'm... I'm going to pass out."

Kazuha is about ninety percent sure that Kuni is exaggerating, but she still hurries to check on her. She extricates herself from between her thighs and moves back up to her face, barely resisting the urge to skim her fingers along her heaving sides and tasting the beads of sweat shining on her porcelain skin. She almost reaches for her, though she pauses to awkwardly wipe her hand on the sheets when she realizes how dirty it is. She may enjoy her lady's taste, but she doubts Kuni would be thrilled about being stained in the same way. "Are you alright, Kuni?"

After Kuni squeezes her eyes shut and exhales, she meets Kazuha's gaze. "I'll live," she rasps, pausing long enough to wet her lips. "Despite your best efforts."

Now that things are calming down a little and Kazuha is slowly regaining her wits, she feels a rising embarrassment at her actions. "I'm sorry, I... was that too much?" she asks under her breath, bashfully averting her gaze. "I may have gotten carried away..."

"If I didn't like it I would have said so." Kazuha turns back to face her, and her heart swells when she's faced with a smile and open arms. "Y-you promised," Kuni says, half firm, half embarrassed. Kazuha chuckles as she sinks into her embrace, shifting to press every single inch of their bodies together. It's certainly not an elegant embrace — their skin is clammy with sweat, their inner thighs sticky and uncomfortably wet; yet Kazuha surrenders herself to it fully, tucks her head against Kuni's neck and closes her eyes with a content sigh.

It's easy not to think at first, when exhaustion and her post-orgasm high are both flowing through her veins. Kazuha almost falls asleep at some point, nearly lulled into a sweet dream by Kuni's fingers as they run through her hair; but then Kuni sighs, and although the sound is soft and content it does bring Kazuha back down to Teyvat. It suddenly hits her, then, just how much and how quickly things have changed — just a few hours ago, the thought of laying in her lady's arms like this, bare and satisfied, would have only been possible in one of the not-so-innocent dreams Kazuha has been plagued with for so long. And it's all because Kuni so boldly took the initiative...

Still, Kazuha can't help but wonder. "Kuni?"

"Hmm?"

"May I ask what brought this on? Why you... ah, approached me in such a way, I mean."

There's a brief beat of silence, then, as Kuni's hand stutters in Kazuha's hair before resuming its movements. "I heard that you received another marriage proposal," she grumbles.

Kazuha can hear a pout in her voice, which is curious. Kuni has always rolled her eyes at every new marriage proposal that Kazuha receives, yet she's never sounded so... grumpy about it. "I did," Kazuha replies slowly, trying to fit the pieces together. "I'll reject it, just as I've rejected every single one until now."

"Hmph. Good." Kuni's hand leaves Kazuha's hair to settle under her jaw instead, and she gently coaxes Kazuha's head upwards. The angle is hard on Kazuha's neck but she remains firmly in place anyway, captivated by the red of Kuni's cheeks and the stubborn glint in her eyes. "I don't know how they still haven't gotten it through their thick skulls that you're my lady-in-waiting." Her hold on Kazuha tightens, her voice lowering as she adds, "My Kazuha."

The conviction in her voice makes Kazuha's heart skip several beats. Is she... jealous? A wave of warmth swallows her whole, coaxing a giggle from her lips and making her head spin. "So I'm yours, then?"

There's the smallest twitch of hesitation, perhaps even worry, in Kuni's eyes, though it's quickly chased away. "Of course you are," she huffs.

"Hmm... I think I quite like that." Kazuha raises a hand as well, teasingly brushing it against Kuni's throat before letting it settle on her cheek, and Kuni visibly relaxes. "Then, may I ask for permission to call you my Kuni in return?"

Once again, Kuni's flush deepens. Perhaps its color is being exaggerated by the sheer contrast of it with her milky skin, but regardless — although Kuni is clearly fighting to remain composed, her entire face has taken on the color of a ripe tomato. "You may," she finally croaks out.

Ah... not even Kazuha's wildest dreams would dare imagine this. "You're my Kuni," she whispers, her joy and adoration seeping through her every word.

Kuni visibly swallows. "I... I am."

"My beautiful, sweet–"

Kuni surges up to meet her halfway and swallow her next words in a kiss. Kazuha laughs against her lips, though the kiss doesn't last long enough for her to truly reciprocate. "You really do talk too much," Kuni mutters with an embarrassed twist of her lips. "And clean your mouth, I don't want to taste myself."

"Guilty as charged," Kazuha concedes with a giggle, though she does take a moment to hastily wipe her face with the back of a hand. Once she's clean enough for Kuni's tastes she leans down to press her forehead against hers, smiling uncontrollably at the soft look in Kuni's eyes. "I suppose you'll just have to ensure my silence, then."

In a wonderful turn of events, Kuni does just that. She holds Kazuha close as she kisses her over and over and over again, the movements lazy and languid; their lips drag together in long strokes, their tongues tangling as they explore each other's mouths down to the last inch, though there isn't a shred of urgency in it. It's a slow and sensual dance, one made up of warm lips and wet sounds and wandering hands as they share even the air they breathe. They both lose themselves in it entirely, until the world shrinks in around them and is reduced only to their joint bodies and the tender drag of their lips.

After what may have been thirty minutes or three hours, something does shift: Kuni gently rolls them around so that she's lying on top of Kazuha, and although their kisses never truly stop a shiver of anticipation breaks through the fog as Kuni begins to angle her hips. Her kisses grow distracted as she continues to reposition herself, straddling Kazuha's hips at first, then moving to tuck one of her legs under Kazuha's and adjusting the angle of it until–

A dull jolt of pleasure shoots up Kazuha's spine as their cores press together. She breaks away from their kiss, already panting, her eyes widening. "Kuni..."

Kuni slowly rolls her hips, moving in just the right way to press herself against Kazuha's clit. Her eyes nearly roll back at the rush that follows, and she twists in an effort to reach for Kuni and coax her into doing it again. "One more time," Kuni pants, scrambling for purchase on Kazuha's body. She's already trembling, her pupils blown wide as lust takes over her features once again. "Just one more..."

Looking at the famished glint in her eyes, Kazuha is suddenly certain that it is absolutely not going to be "just one more." But even if they end up being here all night... well, Kazuha would be very okay with that. How could she possibly turn down the promise of more pleasure as their bodies lock in a tender dance once again? How could she deprive herself of the warmth of Kuni's lips and eyes alike, or of the gentle care in her smiles? Plus, it might give Kazuha a chance to try a couple of things, too...

So Kazuha laughs, breathy and delighted, as she gently tugs Kuni down so she can capture her lips in a gentle kiss. "As my dear Kuni wishes.”