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Why a dark, empty house is so thrilling to some people, Nobara will never know. She doesn't like scary movies. If she were watching this play out, she'd be screaming at the main character to use their brain because nothing good ever happens on screen in this kind of situation. Maybe it's bearable tonight because she gets to walk hand-in-hand with Maki.
The excitement zipping through her veins stutters as Maki leads her through a door and flips on the light switch. Nobara's heart jumps into her throat. She lets go of their intertwined hands, hers falling limply to one side. Her eyes move from the antique rug that stands out like a worn bloodstain against the cream-colored carpets to the crystal chandelier hanging above an oversized wrought-iron bed.
Not her style, but every piece of the decor had cost a small fortune. That's the only part she envies. It must be nice, being rich enough to afford having such bland, expensive taste.
"Do you still want to do this?" Maki asks bluntly. By now, Nobara knows the consideration her sharp tone fails to imply. If she answers no, they'll leave. Maki won't even tease her about chickening out, at least not until time has passed and they can laugh about the what-ifs.
Nobara's not a quitter, though. There's just one main concern she can't shake.
"Here?" she emphasizes.
Maki smiles, lips stretching wide to bare her teeth. "I bribed Muta. The security cameras aren't on tonight," she explains. "So don't worry, dummy. We're not going to get caught."
Any remaining reluctance fades away, replaced by a flicker of interest. Bribery? That's kinda hot, if that's really the lengths Maki had to go to in order to earn them this chance.
Also, the underhandedness isn't like her. Normally, Maki is dead serious about her work as a contractor; she does things right, and miles better than anyone else. Her reputation in the community is flawless; it's why the family that hired both of them chose her over a larger firm for renovating their newly bought mansion.
Geez, Maki must really want to get in her pants to risk messing around on a job site.
Nobara can't lie and say that's not a giant ego boost. Especially since during this whole project, she's felt lamer than her usual self when they interact. Something about Maki makes her go weak in the knees, softens her tongue until her cutting power is on par with a butterknife. It's a relief to realize Maki views her as someone who needs to be impressed. Because that's the honest truth; only, Maki constantly knocks that pitch out of the park without even trying.
"I'm down," Nobara answers. Her hand finds a home on her hip, and she cocks her head, plastering on her best piercing stare. "But this isn't the dinner you promised me, Maki-san. Do you think I'm easy or something?"
Maki laughs.
"No, not in general," she says, taking a step forward. Nobara blinks, instinctively taking a step back. They repeat that dance until her shoulders collide with the closed door. Maki plants a hand over her shoulder, leaning in closer. Her eyes glint as she stares Nobara down, visibly smug, like she can sense the countless flustered flips Nobara's stomach is performing. Like she can hear the uptick in her pulse. "But for me? Yeah, I do."
True. She's been a goner ever since that first hot summer day when Maki spent hours drywalling in a sleeveless shirt and Nobara spent hours coming up with questions to walk in and ask her, just to sneak a peek at the sweat gliding down Maki's biceps.
And you know what? She's not ashamed.
If Maki doesn't take her out on a proper date after this generous taste test, then she'll kick her ass.
Despite her resolve, a blush fans across Nobara's cheeks. Having to crane her neck to make contact is hotter than that has any right to be. With most people, it'd piss her off, but with Maki, the difference is electrifying. She's not being looked down on; that's obvious from the way Maki's hazel eyes bore into hers, reflecting nothing but desire.
"I've always wanted to fuck in a fancy hotel," Nobara mutters. "Guess this'll work."
"Glad you like it," Maki says, voice husky from biting back another laugh.
"I designed it."
"I know. You did a great job."
Nobara bites her lip. What the hell? She could've sworn Maki wasn't ever this smooth before. She's seen jokes fly right over Maki's head and had numerous attempts at flirting with her flop. Where's this coy version coming from? Outer space? Better yet, is she really going to lose her cool over a basic compliment? She knows she's good at her job; she's the best damn interior designer on this side of Tokyo, self-proclaimed or otherwise.
Still, Nobara can't deny the surge of glee warming her belly, the tightness in her lungs as she sucks in a breath, contemplating what she could do to earn even more praise.
Maybe this.
She leans up and connects their lips. A thrill rockets down to the tips of her toes when they collide, the inviting fullness of Maki's mouth urging her forward out of need. Nobara tilts her head, and they reconnect with a soft smack. Again, and again, and again, until there's a hand at Nobara's waist, grazing along the hem of her crop top, leaving behind sparks with each fleeting touch. She hums against the seal of Maki's mouth, raising both arms to loop them behind her neck.
Maki nips at her bottom lip, pulling it outward with tantalizing pressure. It's almost satisfying enough to make up for the fact that Nobara's been waiting for months. Waiting for the buzzkill of remaining professional to no longer be an issue. She's wanted Maki from day one of this renovation, and now the job's done. The ink on her paycheck is dry, but she's feeling pretty much the opposite.
A hand splays against the small of her back, fingers rucking up the hem of her shirt and sliding higher; the other hand grips her hip, guiding her closer. Nobara obligingly slots a thigh between Maki's legs, humming her approval at their new arrangement. She lets her eyes slide open for a split second to catch the hunger in Maki's half-lidded gaze. Perfect. Gorgeous. Exactly where she wants her.
Nobara's mouth parts, her next hum swallowed by Maki's tongue dipping inside, licking over her tongue with a sure, firm stroke. A moan bubbles in her throat, her fingers lacing tighter at the nape of Maki's neck as their kiss deepens.
It's quiet enough in the cavernous master bedroom that every hitch in their breathing is laid bare, and each throb between her thighs is equally impossible for her not to notice.
The hand on her back starts to inch higher. With a few deft movements, and a faint click, the clasp on her bra springs free. The silken straps slip lower on her arms, hanging off of them; Maki's warm palm circles around to cup her breast. She touches her gently at first, kneading at the fullness of her tit, squeezing and testing the weight of it in her hand. Her palm is rough where it meets Nobara's skin, fingers evil and knowing when she tweaks Nobara's nipple hard, rolling the bud between two digits until it stiffens.
"Take my shirt off," Nobara grits out, meeting her eyes. Maki arches an eyebrow, but complies.
"Pretty," she says once they work both top and bra off, depositing the clothes into a heap on the floor. Normally, Nobara would complain a little—that's good lingerie—but sue her, she's not in an arguing mood.
Maki looks her over, gaze traveling along Nobara's exposed collarbones, then lower. Her gaze leaves behind a weight that Nobara senses on her skin as though she's been branded. It's a relief when Maki leans in, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Nobara's throat. "You always look so pretty," she whispers. A chill spider walks down Nobara's spine. Maki runs a finger from her neck down between her breasts. "Did you dress up for me tonight?"
Her contrary streak wants to shout no, but the heat pooling in her belly thinks differently.
"Yeah," Nobara murmurs, telling the truth. She'd almost been late because of it.
"Cute."
Maki dips down, eyes shutting in satisfaction as her tongue flicks against Nobara's nipple. Nobara lets out an embarrassing garble of noise. Lips close around the stiff bud, gently suckling. Her hands clench into loose fists, tightening when Maki pulls off with a wet noise and the chilly bedroom air assaults her skin.
Her concentration thins out when Maki turns to her other breast. Nobara sighs, back arching slightly as Maki cups her waist, tongue curling around her nipple playfully. It's easy to feel the strength in that grip; the sheer implication makes her dizzy. She wants to beg to have it used on her, but maybe she won't have to stoop quite that low.
"Maki-san," she murmurs, and gasps when the name draws Maki's head up. Their lips meet in a kiss. Just for a second, long enough to set her off because it's not enough when Maki pulls away again, this time diving toward her neck to lick at her pulse point.
Nobara sucks in a shuddering breath, tipping her head back against the bedroom door. Her hips roll forward, finding the bulk of Maki's thigh and grinding down. Shockwaves of pleasure ripple through her to the core with every tight drag of muscle against her cunt, their intensity amplified by the friction from her shorts slipping along her folds.
She feels overheated, knows she's probably red in the face, but shame isn't an emotion Nobara tends to identify with often. Greedy, she bucks down faster, hissing when her thrust aligns just right. Maki chokes out a noise that could be a groan, or maybe a curse. Her hand flies from Nobara's chest to yank her leg up, wrapping it around her hip.
"Come here," Maki growls, blunt nails digging into the meat of Nobara's thigh. When Nobara blinks stupidly at her, she continues, "Your other leg too, come on. We're moving."
"What?"
"You can do better than humping my leg," Maki points out. "Well," she pauses, unclenching her jaw enough to smile, "it's pretty hot, but I guess you can say I'm feeling impatient."
Nobara gives in. She allows herself to be picked up, laying her hands on Maki's shoulders for balance. "I don't get it, though. The bed's right there."
"You don't want to be carried? It's part of the aesthetic. 'Cause of how fancy this place is. It's like a honeymoon suite."
Nobara's stomach clenches, but in a good way. Maybe tonight isn't some booty call in Maki's mind. Not that she was particularly worried, but it's a nice vote of confidence for the future of this thing they've built together the last few months.
"I'm impressed you thought of that," Nobara states. Her lips melt into a grin. "Yeah, carry me."
"Sure thing, princess."
Smug and in-charge as that sounds, the way Maki tosses her onto the bed feels far less controlled. Nobara's breath leaves her in a single gasp, knocked clean out by the force of impact. Maki follows her down, knees bracketing one of Nobara's thighs. Her eyes are sharp, calculating, filled with dozens of wicked ideas that Nobara desperately wants to get in on, but not yet.
Not when she's the only one half naked. Maki's personality won her over later. The muscles came first.
"Strip," she orders, planting a finger on Maki's stomach. "I wanna see you too."
There's no hesitation. In one fluid motion, Maki slides her shirt and the bralette beneath it off. Meeting Nobara's eyes, she holds their gaze as she tosses her clothes to the side. Like a challenge, one that Nobara quickly fails when her eyes dart lower to drink in Maki's exposed chest. Her throat bobs with anticipation.
Maki huffs out a laugh, popping the button on her jeans loose. "Alright then. You've seen my tits. Any other requests?"
"I don't just want to see them," Nobara pouts. "But gimme a second, I'm thinking."
"Nah, I'm not waiting. Your second is way longer than a second," Maki says, climbing off the bed to peel off her jeans. Underneath are black satin panties with lace trim that contour to Maki's compact hips like a second skin. Nobara doesn't realize she's staring until Maki snaps a "What?" at her.
"Nothing. Guess I wasn't expecting you to dress up."
Maki cocks her head to the side. "Why wouldn't I?"
Heat flushes Nobara's face. She can't answer that question, scratch that, she's not going to answer that question, because she can't without sounding silly, and unconfident, and not like her usual self at all. But honestly? She wants to pinch her arm to make sure this is real because the simple fact of them being here tonight is like one of her dreams come true.
Maki peers at her intently enough that Nobara averts her gaze just to escape the pressure.
"I want to look good for you too," Maki says, matter-of-fact. She plants a knee back on the bed, inching her way down to hover over Nobara's face. With a firm hand, she turns Nobara's chin, making their gazes link up again. "I think you're forgetting that I like you back, dummy."
Then she kisses her, and Nobara's heart seizes.
The intensity of them together urges her flat against the bed, Maki's hungry lips devouring hers without relinquishing any ground. It's all Nobara can do to catch a breath in between kisses. She clings to Maki's toned back with both hands, focusing on the rhythm of their lips and tongues. It's all she has the brain power for now. Maki's hand moves to tangle in her hair, thumb tracing the shell of Nobara's ear. A full-body shiver rattles through her, making her hike her leg up.
Maki jerks her head, hissing out a harsh breath between their mouths. Realization dawns on Nobara. She smirks, repeating the motion but slower, rutting her thigh between Maki's legs.
"Good?"
"Nope," Maki replies, glossing her tongue over her kiss-swollen bottom lip until it gleams in the soft yellow light of the chandelier overhead. "Not compared to this," she says, gripping the waistband of Nobara's shorts and tugging. "Been wanting to taste you for months."
Nobara's pretty sure the noise that leaves her mouth isn't a word in any language.
Neither is the one that emits when Maki wastes no time in shucking her remaining clothes off and diving between her thighs. She licks a quick stripe up from Nobara's entrance to her clit, hands clamping down on both legs when Nobara bucks beneath her, holding her steady. A laugh trickles out from Maki's mouth, softly vibrating against Nobara's outer lips.
Rather than tease her more, Maki drags her tongue up along the same path, slower this time, the flat of her tongue caressing the slick skin purposefully. When she reaches Nobara's clit she hums, grinning at the resultant squirm that earns her. Nobara can feel her mouth arc, senses the way Maki's breaths are heavier as she eats her out, like she wasn't lying before, and this is something Maki's wanted just as badly.
Maybe that's the truth, much as Nobara's doubtful brain is ready to deny it. She's never seen Maki this relaxed around anyone except her. That has to make her at least a little special. Or a lot special.
Yeah, she likes that thought best. And if that's the case, then she's not waiting around for what she desires either.
Planting her feet on the mattress, she chooses her timing carefully. The second Maki's grip slackens, she slips a leg out, resting it over Maki's bare shoulder. Wiggling closer, Nobara stares down her body, meeting the amused face reflecting at her with a grin.
"What? You think you're the only one who's had fantasies, Maki-san? This is what I want. Now fuck me properly."
"Oh? Do you want my fingers or just my tongue?"
That's an easy question.
"I love your hands. So use them."
"Fuck, you really are bossy," Maki mutters, nudging her nose against Nobara's mound. Her tongue darts out to trace her hole, lapping up the viscous wetness.
"Is that a complai—"
No answer is given. Instead, a finger joins Maki's tongue, curling just inside her. Nobara's stomach tightens, her words choked off by a jagged breath.
"Maki-sa—"
Her voice liquefies when the finger slides deeper, rubbing over every inner ridge of her cunt, pressing around to test her give. Maki shifts, moving up to lave at her clit and slipping a second finger in. She crooks them up, thrusting against the fleshy pad of skin tucked away there.
Letting out a whine, Nobara's hips start to move on their own, chasing the steady, unrelenting pressure of Maki's hand. She loses focus, each arch more erratic than the last. Heat floods her face, the blush of red slowly creeping down her neck to her chest. She's throbbing, nerves pulled too taut as she rides out the thrusts, but she also can't stop.
Nobara's mouth trembles, a moan punching out when Maki takes her clit between her lips and sucks hard. Something in her snaps, and she lets it overtake her, relief washing over her in pulsing waves that she meets with greedy undulations of her hips, fucking herself on Maki's hand.
When she comes down, it's to a kiss on her inner thigh, and Maki's eyes peering up between her legs, face flushed and lips wet. She looks at Nobara almost in awe, which seems so misplaced, but she knows it's not. And she loves that, loves having that effect on someone as headstrong as Maki. She might even be a little in love with her. Time will tell.
Nobara's gaze stays locked with Maki's, unable to look away for several long, breathless seconds. Then she makes up her mind. She reaches down and cups Maki's jaw, running her thumb over her bottom lip.
"Come up here," she says, smiling and pushing out her tongue a bit as she does. "You're not the only one who's been waiting."