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The hot, recently-single friend of Sam’s cute little Mon smiles at the ground, then Tee, then the table, but she doesn’t answer.
“How about your number, then?” Tee adds.
“Um,” laughs Yuki nervously. “No, LINE ID is- that’s fine. I was- um.”
Nervous isn’t quite accurate, actually, as Tee scans her up and down – Yuki seems flustered, but she’s confident enough to take Tee’s phone out of her hand and scan the QR code herself. Their fingers brush as she passes it back, and Tee makes sure to extend the contact a little longer than she needs to.
Yuki already knows she’s being flirted with, but there are traditions here.
Like opening car doors.
Also traditional is Tee, at the door of her own place, checking her phone and seeing a text from Jim that chides her, You couldn’t leave it a day?
No, Tee fires back, with a photo of Yuki’s side-profile she’d taken stealthily in the car. I’m an opportunist.
Whatever indignant messages her phone’s buzzing with now, they get left behind and forgotten with the phone itself, which she drops onto the coffee table next to the couch Yuki’s perching on.
“You have an amazing view,” Yuki tells the window.
Tee sits casually – not quite at a sprawl, she might need to stand soon, but she reclines a little – next to her on the same couch, looking out at the cityskyline, and hums. Then she puts her hand on Yuki’s face and lightly turns her, until she’s looking at Tee and not out the window.
Oh, Yuki’s really good-looking, all heart-shaped with laughter in her eyes, but Tee’s not a kid who gets flustered, so she says, “I should. It cost a lot.”
That’s a gamble with a girl like Yuki, but it seems to work; her laughter is a little more of a giggle this time, a little more throaty, and her eyes drop to Tee’s lips in a very noticeable way.
A pause stretches, and Tee says, “Red or white?”
“Huh?”
“Wine. That’s what I offered before you got in my car, remember?” Tee asks as she stands, because she has some manners.
The glasses, when she’s filled them, are placed on the coffee table by her phone – they’re pretty much decorative, and she won’t be surprised if she has to pour them out in the morning.
Now, when she sits, it’s not casual at all.
Yuki’s leg is pressed against her own and Tee puts an arm around her waist.
It’s warm – she looks Yuki in the eye and the air gets thicker, puts the hand that had been hovering onto Yuki’s knee, and she watches as Yuki’s mouth drops partway open.
Smiles.
“P’Tee,” Yuki whispers into her mouth, and Tee would wonder when they got so close but she’s aware of every motion. “I don’t like wine.”
“Oh?” Tee laughs.
It’s not the best line she’s ever heard, but the way Yuki’s eyes drop to her lips is so liquid and dark she decides to reward it anyway, and she brings a hand up to the back of Yuki’s head, turns it to the angle she’s looking for, and then she kisses her.
Yuki gasps into it, like it’s what she’s been waiting for all night.
Good; it is.
Tee’s busy feeling smug and in-control, so she actually manages to miss the moment Yuki decides to-
“Okay,” Tee whispers as Yuki throws her leg over, climbing onto Tee’s lap. “That works.”
Yuki’s grinning, Tee can see it, feel it, so she tastes it too, shutting the smile and taking advantage of it to send an exploratory tongue inwards, but Yuki’s hand – small, dsitracting – runs up and down her neck and onto her ear-
Since when was Tee’s ear sensitive enough to make her shudder?
It’s not the ear, really, it’s the heat between them, and Tee grabs at Yuki’s waist with one hand just so Yuki knows by feel that it’s with only a single hand that her bra’s getting undone.
Yuki uses two to unbutton Tee’s shirt and makes a frustrated noise when she realises the buttons don’t go all the way down. It’s pretty cute.
She’s pretty cute.
Their breaths are synchronised for a moment, two, but then Tee runs a hand up to Yuki’s chest and cups her now-unsupported tit – giving the support back – and runs a thumb over her nipple and Yuki’s breath hitches again.
“P’Tee,” she laughs – Tee’s not sure what’s so funny, so she repeats the motion.
Yuki has a great figure; Tee could spend hours mapping her. Now she’s on Tee’s lap, Tee can look up to make eye contact as she ducks her head down to kiss her chest. The skin is hot under her lips but it isn’t sticky yet, she hasn’t made her sweat yet.
There’s time for that, and whatever Yuki sees in Tee’s eyes makes her give a nervous half-smile before glancing away… but she nods and her hips rock forwards, Tee can feel that as well.
That done, Tee returns her attention to Yuki’s chest and kisses down the tit in her hand, bites gently at the skin right next to her nipple and listens for another giggle before sucking the nipple itself into her mouth, teasing at it until the giggle becomes a groan. With her other arm, she hitches Yuki in even closer, and she briefly rests her face in between her two new friends.
As she turns right, towards the other one, and goes to pull that one out over Yuki’s neckline too, a hand hits her shoulder.
When she looks up, Yuki’s brow is crinkled and she says, “You’ll stretch my shirt.”
Tee doesn’t really see the issue; it’s a cute puffy shirt, but she can buy Yuki more. Like, twenty, maybe?
Before she can explain this, though, Yuki’s wriggling out of it, pulling it off and over her head and discarding the bra too, throwing them both over her shoulder. That is also an acceptable solution, Tee’s pretty sure.
After a few moments of looking at the new view – Yuki tries her best not to squirm, it seems like, but Tee keeps looking until she does – Tee decides on a new path.
One arm under her thigh, one around the back of her shoulders for support, and Tee flips them so Yuki’s on her back under Tee and Tee’s supporting herself with one knee on the outside of the couch so if anyone falls it’s her (always be a gentleman, that’s the key) and one between Yuki’s legs so she’s trapped (not that much of a gentleman, that’s the other key) and she leans in and kisses Yuki on the mouth again.
She’d never admit it to anyone, but she half-misses Yuki’s mouth because she’s distracted by the hands creeping up her back, holding on tight.
Turning her head and pressing Yuki’s down, she gets a better angle, and Yuki pushes back up, pulls herself up against Tee, and they’re kissing open-mouthed and filthy, Tee’s tongue teasing at Yuki’s until Yuki pulls back far enough to bite Tee’s lip, pulling away further and when Tee opens her eyes Yuki is looking back.
The hand Tee’s kept by Yuki’s shoulder feels the sweat now.
This is a leather couch but-
Kissing her again, Tee forgets that part.
Her other hand is still on Yuki’s still-clothed thigh and she drags it up to Yuki’s stomach – sensitive, it flutters under the touch – and strokes over that soft expanse for a moment or two.
When Tee pulls out of the kiss this time, Yuki’s eyes look glazed enough that Tee knows she needs to check, “Up or down?”
“Huh,” Yuki blinks.
She presses on Yuki’s stomach lightly and repeats, “My hand. It can go up,” and she trails it very slightly towards Yuki’s chest, “Or down,” and she returns to Yuki’s waistband.
Yuki swallows.
“Yes,” Yuki says.
Tee could draw it out longer, pretend she doesn’t know what Yuki means, but the draw in her eyes, in the space between their lips, it’s magnetic and she can’t pretend to be unaffected.
She pushes her hand under Yuki’s waistband and feels the soft fuzz beneath, listens to the gulping release of some noise that can’t pretend to be a word, and pushes further past it until she feels the soft wet beginning of what she’s here for.
It’s important, she decides suddenly, to give Yuki space to make those noises.
As Tee’s hand finds the shape of Yuki’s cunt, she kisses down over Yuki’s chin to her neck and starts kissing that with less focus, just little kisses, as she turns her attention to the minute motions of Yuki’s hips and the grasping clawing at her own shoulders and back.
The moment she presses her fingertip against Yuki’s clit, ever-so-lightly, Yuki’s hips buck so suddenly that Tee’s knee really is pushed off the couch, and they tumble sideways onto the soft rug Tee got for specifically this purpose.
Both of them laugh, and Yuki’s giggles turn into a snort, which makes her laugh more.
She’s got such a pretty smile and Tee doesn’t miss it, this time, when she kisses her.
The fall didn’t dislodge her hand.
Actually, this might be a better angle – Yuki’s come to rest on her back, again, but Tee’s sort of sideways over her, and now she’s positioned so she can pretty easily-
“P’Tee,” gasps Yuki again.
That works, and Tee grins into her mouth as the two fingers she’s using tease around Yuki’s entrance – not going in deep at all, that’s not the point – and she explains in the most unaffected voice she can, “Lots of people think it’s about the clit,” and she uses a thumb to remind Yuki what she means, feels Yuki’s hips buck again, hears another groan, “Or going in deep,” and she pushes her fingers in slightly further but still, not even halfway inside, “But I really think you can do a lot with the stretch,” and she spreads her fingertips apart from each other and ventures another in beside them, then uses her other hand to turn Yuki’s face back up towards her, “Right?”
This, “P’Tee,” might be plea or agreement, it’s unclear, and Tee kisses her again.
Even without a toy, Tee likes to rock from her hips for the main motion, and she rearranges her legs so they’re up against Yuki’s – all still clothed, Tee’s stupid for letting that happen, but she can fix it later – and she does rock them, setting a rhythm with her hips to approximately the timing of Yuki’s gasps while she teases and stretches and cautiously deepens her fingers in tiny, tiny motions, feeling Yuki shudder under her.
Yuki breaks the kiss to bite Tee’s neck with one of the shudders, the deepest yet, and that’s when Tee abandons her attempts to be slow and delicate with it and pushes all three the rest of the way in, gets her thumbpad firmly on Yuki’s clit and her other fingers pinching a nipple – she’s so out of it she’s not even sure which one – and bites Yuki’s lip back.
After – minutes, maybe? – fuck, but Tee’s normally better at keeping track than this, she slows to a stop and rests her face in the gap between Yuki’s neck and the floor.
“I think I came like twenty times,” Yuki says, sounding almost confused. “I normally don’t get-“
It hasn’t been twenty yet, but Tee overlooks that to smirk and say, “You normally fuck men, right?”
“Yeah, but I do like guys, I’m bi,” Yuki mumbles.
Tee nods and says, “No, I get that. Doesn’t mean guys are any good at it, though.”
She drops onto her side carefully as Yuki giggles.
They look at each other for a long moment, Yuki’s hair providing a blanket over the rug, and they turn into one another and as they lean in-
“Wait.”
Tee blinks at Yuki.
Yuki turns her head to look down at the rug, then up at the ceiling, then back to Tee, “I thought your couch was really hard. We’re on the floor?”
She laughs out loud; she can’t help it.
That’s a quote to text Jim later.
But Yuki’s pouting at her so she reaches out and strokes her soft cheek and hums, “I guess I’m just that good- Okay!” she yelps, as Yuki mock-bites at her hand, “We can go to the actual bed now.”
They’re more in sync than Tee even realised – she doesn’t have to say anything about Yuki’s pants, because Yuki kicks them off and leaves them by her shirt and bra before they even head towards the bedroom.
Tee doesn’t take hers off though; she’s busy planning.
The first time she nearly wakes up, there’s hair in her mouth – these girls with long hair always talk a big game about needing to put it up before they go to sleep, but they always end up forgetting, too. She drifts off still smiling about it, after spitting the hair out.
But the second time she wakes up it’s in an empty bed.
Well, her pants are halfway down it, but Yuki isn’t there, so… half-empty.
She pulls them on but can’t see her shirt anywhere. Not that weird, it’ll turn up – Tee shrugs and gets a plain tee from her dresser, pulling it on and leaving the room in search of Yuki. It seems unlikely that she’d flee, but even if she did, Tee won’t consider it a ghosting unless she gets blocked on LINE.
There was nothing to worry about, anyway – when she opens the door, she hears noises coming from the kitchen.
Only when Tee wanders to the entrance of the kitchen does she realise that she’s in serious danger.
Her shirt didn’t fall behind the bed.
Yuki’s wearing it.
Not her pants, though.
Oh no.
Tee’s supposed to be cooler than this.
Blinking rapidly, she tries to refocus on the situation at hand, not the person doing it, and she wonders if Yuki’s found everything she needs to make breakfast or-
No, not breakfast, that doesn’t seem to be it.
“Making coffee?” Tee asks, going for suave and not missing by too much.
Charmingly, Yuki seems to have found her actual french press for this task.
Tee clears her throat.
“P’Tee,” smiles Yuki, voice morning-thick.
It does something to her, but Tee isn’t in danger of it going further – she’s a pro at this – so she raises an eyebrow and asks, “Why use that old thing? The coffee maker’s right there.”
French presses take time and they’re so low-tech you might as well be grinding the beans with a rock; Tee doesn’t even know why she kept that. A gift, maybe, but she can’t remember.
Yuki flicks her hair over her shoulder and gives Tee a toothy smile.
Tee’s a grown woman; she doesn’t get butterflies.
“P’Tee,” she chides. “Coffee makers make bad coffee. You need to do things by hand if you want the best quality.”
With a smirk, Tee walks up to her and puts a hand on her waist, and whispers into her ear, “I can agree with that.”
The giggle she gets back isn’t nervous anymore, and Tee promises herself, a few more times. Maybe more.