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"Have you always hated me?"
Miki looked out towards the window of her bedroom, the clouds blanketing the autumn sun.
The question hung in the air as she felt arms encircling her waist from behind, pulling her against a feminine frame. The arms were both strong and gentle, as they held her securely. Warmth radiated from the woman behind her, melding onto Miki's form and seeping into her soul.
"No, I don't think so." Miko replied, her voice low and reflecting, almost as if she was lost in thought.
Miki craned her head to see Miko's face, a smile growing on her face. Her head rested on the other woman's shoulder, and she closed her eyes. Soft lips grazed against her neck, a prelude to what was to come.
"I did resent you," Miko said as one of her hands trailed up Miki's arm, and then tracing up the curve of her girlfriend's breast, "But not anymore, I know better now."
Miki let out a soft sigh as Miko's hands traced her breasts, and down towards her hips, tracing delicately, no trace of venom in her ministrations. "I am not better than you, Miko," she murmured.
"I'm much worse, Miki."
"You're not worse, you're amazing. I have made my share of stupid mistakes, but since then, I've forgiven myself. What about you?"
Miki turned around to face Miko and looking into her warm brown eyes.
"Well, there's only one way to find out." Miko replied, tilting her face as she caught Miki's lips with her own.
Miki melted into the kiss, and everything else around her vanished, not even feeling Miko push her onto the bed, their bed.
Miko straddled Miki's waist, their lips still in their kiss. What started as soft soon turned feverish, with Miki's legs soon entwined with hers, and her hands groping over her chest.
Their kisses peppered on burning flesh, and yet they both started to shiver.
Their mouths parted, air a necessity for now. Everything was honeyed, dripping, and they had all the time in the world.
Her eyes wide, her face flushed with desire, Miko pressed herself against Miki as she yanked down her shorts and panties, Miki then took the liberty of discarding her own pants and underwear off, revealing her bare legs and an aching forming in her core.
Miko smirked, and Miki giggled. Hands caressing her hips and fingers dancing along her inner thighs. Even when they reminisced on the past, they worked each other up again and again.
Now Miko had Miki on her back and she slid her thigh between her girlfriend's legs, her flesh up against the most intimate parts of Miki. Miko ground herself on Miki, such heat and pressure welling up, moving in such a perfect rhythm, the perfect pressure. One of her hands reached down and pressed her thumb against Miki's clit, and Miki gasped and moaned. She arched her back, her hands fisting the bedsheets, as she lifted her hips to grind and squeeze her legs around Miko's.
They said nothing, they didn't need to say anything. Words would only ruin this moment, what they had together. Miko panted as the sensation of Miki's leg against her swollen clit drove her wild, the need to release nigh unbearable.
They moved against one another, their hands reaching and tangled once again, the pressure building faster and faster, and it was not long before it all boiled over. Miko and Miko both clenched together, and they moaned aloud with pleasure as they came, blinding, rising, and so sweetly perfect.
Miko fell onto the bed, right next to Miki, embracing as they each caught their breaths. Miki rested her head on Miko's shoulder; Miko in turn let her arms wrap around Miki's sweaty and lithe body, curling, and never wanting to let go.
It was not pretend, nor was it a shadowplay.