Notes

Lucia can't remember how it started, how they got to the point of sitting on somebody's bed, nude and about to do God knows what.


She's almost positive Yumiko knows; she always was the one whi remembers these sorts of things. She could retell every smile, every blush, every reaction to her words that the Canadian has given her on a whim. 


She guessed photographic memory does that to a person.


She may not look like it, but deep down, Yumiko's a hopeless romantic, cherishing every moment like that with the knowledge only she elicited those reactions.


"You're cute," She mutters in her ear, "absolutely adorable. I mean, look at that nose of your's." 


Lucia can't stop herself from squirming at the words, or reaching up to cover her reddening face.


Gently, the other takes both of her cold hands in her's and moves them away before placing a brief kiss to the tip of her nose.


"Don't do that gorgeous," she says, "I want to see you in all your glory. God, you're so very beautiful."


Her lips are so close.


She wants to lean forwards and close the gap, but she can't stop staring into her eyes. Even seeing them almost daily, she'd never get over the twinkle in them, especially in times like this.


She opened her mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a needy sounding whimper.


Yumiko's expression softens as she looks at her, and she coos in a low, soft voice. "Do you have any idea how perfect you are Luci?" 


She makes it a point to avoid her lips, for the most part, as she placed a kiss to the corner of them. "Should I tell you?"


Please


That's what Lucia wanted to say, or literally anything, but her voice is gone. As well as the senses and instincts she had always held so close. 


Yumiko smiles devilishly with the realization she rendered her lover speechless, punctuating each sentence with a kiss barely ghosting her collarbone.


"You're gorgeous," she murmurs, "wonderful. Stunning. Amazing."


Her mind went practically blank, the only thing she was able to focus on is Yumiko's touch, the way she leaves love bites on her neck, the way she trailed her hand over her chest and then down, down, down, almost to the spot she wants it at most, but then up again before repeating the process. Her touch always just ghosted by where it was needed most.


"What do you want?" Yumiko says quietly, her voice as smooth as silk, as if they both didn't know the answer to that question. But the way she spoke, making it feel so intimate and close, putting everything else out of her mind but this.


This moment Lucia would no doubt be teased about later if they were heard, but enjoy so much even farther down the line. 


She's so close, so close she can't restrain herself against it anymore, not when the Japanese woman was so tantalizingly close. She haphazardly smashes her lips against the other woman's without even thinking.


Yumiko lets out a small gasp in surprise, but recovers almost immediately to wrap her arms around her. One taking a place on her hip, the other into her hair. There's a noise from Lucia as the other woman combed a hand through her hair, giving gentle tugs.


A soft sound escapes her lips, and Yumiko seizes upon it by pushing against her body even more. She is rewarded by another noise, with Lucia practically having to force herself not to grind against her leg. It's all too much and too little at the same time, she hasn't even started but goddammit, it feels so fucking good-


Yumiko pulls away, snapping the Canadian out of her thoughts. There was an undignified whine, but it stopped the moment when she placed her hand on her chin and tilted her head up.


"Good girl," she whispers, "good girl."


And fuck, that does it. Lucia can't stop herself from writhing, even as she was gently pushed down and had the woman she cherished more than her life on top of her.


On the verge of begging, and about to shamelessly do it, she was stopped when the shorter woman plants a kiss her lips again briefly, stealing the words from your mouth.


"I love you," she says when they break apart.


By the way she looks at the woman under her, anybody could tell that she means it with every single fiber of her being. Her heart melts even more than it already has.


"Are you ready?" she asks, moving her hand lower and lower down her body. 


Lucia swallows thickly and nods, her face impossibly red. Yumiko doesn't seem to mind. She brushes the Canadian's hair back to get a better look at her face and smiles; a genuine smile of love and trust. 


She hardly ever smiles at her friends like that, something that always had made her feel like they were saved for moments where they were alone.


"Good girl," Yumiko repeats, causing her heart flutter in her chest. Before she moves down between her legs, however, Lucia holds up a hand to stop her dead in her tracks.


A bit disappointed, as well as worried she was pressuring the other woman, Yumiko looked up at her.


"I..." She paused a moment to work up the nerve to say it. 


"I'm ready."


It wasn't what she intended to say, but this felt like a horrible time for what she really meant.


The down expression brightened immediately as she rewarded it with another affirmation. "You're absolurely perfect, Lucia." She assured before diving in.


Though, with a small seed of worry at the back of her mind.


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needy lucia who's into affirmation play. that is all.


anyways sorry if this isnt clear or concise at any point, i can barely write