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Miorine rests her chin on her hand as she looks out the window of the car, eyes completely unfocused on the sights passing by. She should be working right now. She has about a hundred messages and emails in her inbox from diplomats, executives, employees, and clients, who all want her attention, but she can’t bring herself to answer any of them. Of course, it wasn’t for a lack of trying. When she slid into the back seat of her car almost an hour earlier, she was tapping away at her phone, writing out responses to a couple of the messages flooding her inbox. Unfortunately, her efforts didn’t pan out for very long, as she found herself completely distracted by thoughts much more entertaining than work.

Miorine is returning home today.

It had been just over five months since she was last home, which was much longer than her normal business trips. She planned to return home earlier, but then several emergencies kept her tied up until it was time for her to attend a trial that had been scheduled for over a year, during which she was called as a witness multiple times. The whole thing lasted far longer than it needed to, but as she learned from watching her dad do business for many years of her life, old corporate people loved to argue and talk. Of course, she wasn’t allowed to leave until a final verdict had been reached, so each day the lawyers dragged out the trial was another day she was stuck not being home. The second the whole thing was finally brought to an end, she scheduled a ride home immediately. She did have to cancel a couple of in-person appointments with some relatively important people, but none of that really mattered to her after being away for so long.

It was exciting enough to be heading back to the place where she belongs, but what made it even more thrilling was that she didn’t tell her wife she was finally coming back to her. Though the two of them spoke every single day they were apart, and Suletta insisted that she was fine, and that Miorine didn’t need to rush back home, she could tell that her wife was more than eager to see her again.. and if Miorine was being honest, she was just as eager to see Suletta in return. 

Since this was the longest the two of them had been apart in a while, Miorine thought seeing Suletta’s reaction to her returning home would be all the more satisfying if she didn’t know she was coming. 

The corners of her mouth turn upwards as she imagines Suletta’s excitement and surprise. She can see her expression clear as day in her mind, blue eyes sparkling with joy, a big, unmistakable grin lighting up her whole face, and cheeks tinted a pretty pink. Miorine clutches her phone tighter in her hand, turning her head even further towards the window as her smile continues to grow. She can almost feel Suletta’s strong arms enveloping her after far too long, holding her tight and refusing to let her go in order to make up for all the time they’ve been apart. Eagerness thrums through her, and she finds herself peeking at the navigation screen to see how much time is left in their drive. 

Just as she’s about to settle back into her position looking out the window, she feels her phone vibrate, and she looks down to see a notification banner under the time on her phone, her eyes landing on the smiling face of her wife on the left side of it, right next to ‘ My Tanuki♡ .’ 

She doesn’t hesitate to click on the message, opening up her chat with Suletta to reveal a selfie of her holding a ripe tomato close to her face. She’s wearing Miorine’s sun hat and smiling bright, her silver wedding ring catching the light of the sunset. Another message from her comes in about half a second later. 

                    our tomatoes are ripe!! 

                    all of them miss you almost 

                    as much as i do!!! ❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️

Miorine laughs quietly to herself, saving the picture to her gallery before typing back a response.

                                                                              if our tomatoes that have no feelings miss 

                                                                             me that much, then you really must not be

                                                                             missing me at all

                   you take that back!! 

                   the tomatoes can read these messages, you know!!

                   they’re definitely not going to grow nicely now!! 

                                                                             defending the tomatoes before you defend  yourself?

                                                                             my wife really is far too self-sacrificial.. 

                   the tomatoes can’t speak for themselves!! 

                   someone has to defend them!! 

                                                                             and that person is you?

                   who else would it be??? 

                                                                             hmm.. i was thinking guel might be a 

                                                                             good candidate

                   :( :( :( 

                   mio!! that’s not fair! i spend way more 

                   time with the tomatoes than him!

Miorine brings a hand up to her mouth as she laughs a little louder now, drawing the attention of the former-Grassley girls in the car around her. 

Renee smirks, leaning over in her seat towards Miorine, clearly trying to get a peak at her texts. “Oooo, is the ice queen president of GUND-ARM texting her giiiirrlfriend ~?” She teases, earning a glare from Miorine, who quickly locks her phone and places it on her lap.

“Mio-Mio is texting her girlfriend?!” Maisie turns around in the passenger seat to get a look at Miorine, who snaps her head in her direction to shoot her a threatening glare as well. 

“Don’t call me that. And Suletta is not my girlfriend.” 

“You sure act like she is sometimes~” Renee comments, leaning back in her seat again, “It’s seriously hard to believe you’ve been married to her for years when you guys still do that thing where you can’t decide which of you will hang up the phone.”

Miorine’s cheeks heat up, clutching her phone tighter in her hand. “We do not do that!”

“That’s definitely what they were doing during our last trip, right Maisie?”

Maisie nods eagerly. “Mhm! The door to the conference room was open just a little bit and we heard you both giggling while trying to decide who should hang up!”

“You two really aren’t like an old married couple at all sometimes,” Sabina adds from the furthest back seat of the car. 

Henao hums quietly in agreement. “More like teens in their honeymoon phase. Though I also do see you guys bicker pretty often..” 

There’s no hiding the red on Miorine’s cheeks at all of their commentary, but that doesn’t stop her from giving each of them an ice cold look. 

“.. Miorine is pretty clingy too,” Ireesha says quietly from the driver's seat. She glances back for only a second, quickly turning her head towards the road again the moment she meets Miorine’s eyes. “Sorry.. but it’s just always surprising.”

“You all need to mind your own business,” Miorine says firmly. 

“If you don’t want us to notice these things, then you need to do a better job of hiding how smitten you are,” Sabina tells her with a shrug.

Renee shakes her head. “Noooo!! Don’t hide it!! Mio-Mio is much cuter when she’s all flustered over that Mercurian wife of hers~” 

Miorine clicks her tongue, irritation pricking at her from hearing that nickname once again. “Don’t call me that.” It’s going to be a damn long drive back if these girls don’t let up.. Though, it’s not like she isn’t used to this. Unfortunately, they spend quite a bit of time with her whenever she does any business on Earth, so she was accustomed to this kind of teasing from them, but that certainly didn’t mean she liked it. Her eyes flicker down to her phone, fingers itching to respond to Suletta’s last text. 

“Whenever Suletta calls her that, Miorine always blushes! It’s adorable!” Within seconds, Maisie pulls up a picture on her phone, holding it up for the four girls in the back of the car to see. On the screen, Miorine is visibly blushing, cheeks a deep red, while she holds her phone up in front of her for a video call. “This was taken right after I heard Suletta use that nickname on her! She looks so flustered and happy!”

“Gah-!!!” Her eyes widen in horror upon seeing the picture. “When did you take that?!” Miorine reaches for the phone, only to have it snatched away from her grasp by Maisie. 

“It was a couple months ago! You two were on the phone forever, and we really needed to talk to you, but when we came into the room, you didn’t even notice us for like a minute! Hmm.. maybe I should send this picture to Suletta, I bet she would love it!”

Miorine crosses her arms over her chest, cheeks burning red as she makes a mental note to lock the door next time she’s on a call with Suletta. “..You say that as if it’s some sort of threat. Suletta has seen me like that plenty of times.”

Maisie shakes her head. “Not a threat! Just a favor for Suletta!”

Sighing, Miorine unlocks her phone, deciding it was best for now just to ignore them all. “Do whatever you want. Just don’t delay my travels home.”

“Time to take a two day detour~” Renee jokes, earning herself a side-eye from Miorine.

Miorine rereads her last message from Suletta, the words immediately pulling the corners of her lips upwards once again. She quickly types out a response, not wanting to keep Suletta waiting any longer.

                                                                             i suppose that is true.. 

                                                                             honestly, the tomatoes would probably much

                                                                             prefer you over guel anyways

                                                                             you’re a far better caretaker than he is

                   i am!!! the tomatoes love me!

                                                                             you’re a pretty easy person to love, suletta

                  mio-mio!!!!!!!!!!

                                                                             i wish i could see how much you’re blushing

                                                                             right now

                  i wish you were here to see too.. 

                  i miss you ❤️️

                  more than the tomatoes do

                                                                             i miss you too

                  will you be home soon?

                                                                             not soon enough

Her response isn't a total lie.. Though the remainder of her journey home is only two hours more, it's far longer than she would’ve liked. If she had it her way, she would be in Suletta’s arms right now. 

Though Miorine was almost always with at least one other person (outside of her hotel room) when she was away on business trips, it was lonely to be without her wife for so long. She didn’t even have Eri with her this time to keep her company, as she knew it wasn’t going to be a short trip, so she wanted Eri to stay with Suletta and their mother while she was gone. Sometimes that was a blessing, since Eri was a worse peanut gallery than the former-Grassley girls, but it still wasn’t ideal to not be around her family for such extended periods of time. She had seen her father a few times, but that wasn’t quite the same as being with the people who were waiting for her on Earth. Especially Suletta.

Miorine’s entire body aches to be with Suletta again in ways she can’t even explain, and while she loved each and every video call she had with her, seeing her so often and not being able to touch her almost made it worse. 

Though she would never admit it outloud to anyone except for Suletta, Ireesha’s earlier observation wasn’t exactly incorrect... But ‘clingy’ was such a childish way to describe it, in Miorine’s opinion.. However, she did very much enjoy being physically attached to Suletta in whatever way she could be, as often as time allowed. 

                  i understand.. everyone wants a chance 

                  to speak with the smartest president of the

                  best business ever.. 

                                                                             too many people, frankly 

                                                                             they should all know that president has a wife

                                                                             waiting for her so diligently at home

                  i bet her wife at home really, really, really 

                  wants to hug her again..

                                                                             mm.. is that so?

                  and her wife also really, really, really wants

                  to kiss her too..

Miorine bites her lower lip, shifting in her seat. It feels like an eternity since she last experienced the sensation of being in Suletta’s arms, her plush lips moving against her own so gently.. or not so gently. Her heart clenches in her chest, longing desperately gripping her the more she thinks about being with her wife again. It was a sensation she never experienced in this way before she met Suletta, but now it was something she was quite familiar with, as business trips took her away from her wife far too often. 

                                                                             i think that president would love both

                                                                              of those things a whole lot..

                  being away from you this long is no fun.. 

                  can i call you, mio? i wanna hear your

                  voice

For a split second, Miorine looks up, hoping that everyone else in the car around her is magically gone so she can say yes, but sadly, each of the girls is still there. She hasn’t told them about her plan to surprise Suletta, so getting on the phone right now would definitely ruin it. She couldn’t just ask them to stay quiet either, because that would mean telling them her plan, which wasn’t any of their business, and besides, she was certain that Renee would find a way to ruin it anyways. 

                                                                              sorry, suletta.. i can’t right now

                  it’s okay, mio, we can call later (:

                                                                              of course

                  i should go now anyway.. it’s almost time to 

                  cook. mom is going to be getting hungry

                  soon, i’m sure. 

                                                                              alright, go cook some dinner for you two 

                                                                              we’ll talk later, suletta

                                                                              i love you

                  i love you too, mio ❤️️❤️️❤️️

                  good luck with your meetings!!

                  😚😚😚😚😚

Miorine stares at Suletta’s last message for a bit after she reads it, once again wishing for the power to teleport so she can be at her side right now. Eventually she forces herself to lock her phone, sighing quietly as she lets her head fall back against the headrest of her seat. She closes her eyes, knowing very well that this ride would pass much faster if she’s sleeping for the rest of it. She wasn’t sure if it was going to be possible for her to fall asleep with how eager she was, but she certainly had to try. Then if she was lucky, when she woke up, she would only be minutes away from where she belonged in Suletta’s arms.

----

“...rine.”

“.....orine!”

“Miorine!”

Miorine sucks in a sudden breath, eyes snapping open when she hears her name being called, and feels a tight grip on her shoulder. She brings a hand up to rub the sleep away from her eyes before looking to her side to see Renee leaning in close to her. The other girl pulls her hand away after they make eye contact. 

“Finally! You really passed out there!”

“..I did?” She clears her throat, pushing herself more upright in her seat, which she had sunken much further down in at some point.

“Travel will do that to you.” Sabina’s voice came from the back seat, making Miorine turn her head just enough to see that she was now leaning forward and unbuckled. “But lucky for you, your traveling time is over.” 

Sabina’s words knock the remaining sleep still clinging to her mind right off, and her eyes immediately dart towards the front window, where she sees a quaint little house with light shining out of several of its windows sitting in the darkness. Lost in her own excitement, she doesn’t even notice what the girls around her are doing until she hears a camera shutter that brings her back to reality, head snapping towards Maisie. 

“Can you blame me?! You look so excited! What are you waiting for, boss? Go get your girl!”

As annoying as Maisie is with that camera of hers, Miorine does exactly as she says and doesn’t waste another second unbuckling her seatbelt and pressing the button to open her car door. She slips her phone into her back pocket then quickly goes to the trunk to open it and grab her silver suitcase. After extracting the handle, she rolls her suitcase up to the side of the car with the door open and looks in at the girls. “Thanks for the ride. Don’t drive recklessly now that I’m not in the car to watch you.” 

“Ireesha is a safe driver, Miorine! We’ll make it home safe!” Maisie assures her, giving a thumbs up. The rest of the girls wave to her, and she takes that as her cue to reach into the car and press the button to close the door before pulling her suitcase towards the entrance of her house.

With a quick pace, she walks right up to the front door and reaches up to the keypad so she can enter the house code, only to stop seconds before she presses the first number. As much as she wants to just burst in that door and run to Suletta, this whole thing was meant to be a surprise, so doing that just wouldn’t have the right effect. 

Instead, she lifts her hand a bit higher to the right and presses the doorbell. She’s practically buzzing with excitement, listening to the muffled voices inside respond to the ringing noise. 

It’s probably the longest thirty seconds of her life waiting for someone to approach the door before she hears the lock click and watches the door get pulled open, the light from inside the house pouring over her as she stands on the doorstep. She’s unable to contain her smile even a little bit when platinum eyes land on the person she’s been waiting to see since she left this place far too many weeks earlier. 

“Can I hel- !!!!!!” Suletta’s blue eyes widen in shock, jaw dropping as realization very clearly crashes over her, cutting herself off short. 

Miorine giggles quietly at her reaction, Suletta’s surprised expression being everything she imagined and more. “I hope you really meant it when you said you missed me.” Naturally, Suletta doesn’t have to answer for Miorine to know it’s true.. even if for some ridiculous reason she didn’t believe her just from their texts and endless calls, seeing the GUND-ARM sweatshirt Suletta was wearing is more than enough proof. Sometime early in their marriage, Suletta was pouting about how she would never be able to wear any of Miorine’s clothes because none of them fit her. In response, Miorine got a sweatshirt from her company that was a few sizes too large for her and began wearing it around the house all the time. Whenever she went on business trips after that, she would purposefully leave the sweatshirt folded on top of her pillow for Suletta to wear when she was gone. 

Her wife didn’t figure out what Miorine’s intentions with the sweatshirt were for a bit, and when she did, she of course made Miorine admit them outloud.. but Suletta more than made up for it later that night when she was thanking her.

It takes a lot of willpower for Miorine to not just step forward and wrap her arms around Suletta, but she holds steady in place, eyes locked on Suletta’s expression. Her wife’s shock quickly morphs into something completely different, a layer of wetness suddenly covering her eyes as her bottom lip begins to wobble ever so slightly, completely unrestrained joy pulling a big smile onto her face. Without saying a word, Suletta takes one step outside and throws her arms around Miorine, pulling her tightly against her chest. Her wife buries her face against her neck, and soon enough she hears a sniffle, Suletta’s shoulders shaking ever so slightly as she cries.

Miorine doesn’t hesitate for a second to wrap her arms around Suletta in return, the past few weeks of stress sliding off her shoulders right away. Her hands find their way under wavy red hair so she can clutch the gray sweatshirt Suletta is wearing, closing her eyes as Suletta’s familiar scent surrounds her. Her own bottom lip begins to quiver, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes while she presses herself closer to her wife. “You- you weren’t supposed to cry, idiot..” Her words are muffled against Suletta’s sweatshirt, but are more than clear enough for Suletta to hear them.

Suletta shakes her head against her, sniffling again. “B-but— I had no idea you were coming home!! I thought— it seemed like.. it was gonna be so much longer before I saw you again!” She slides a hand up to cup the back of Miorine’s head, calloused fingers threading into soft white locks. 

Miorine feels herself melt into Suletta even further when a hand finds its way into her hair. “I couldn’t let those corporate pricks keep me away anymore…. Besides, I wasn’t sure how much longer you were going to survive without me.”

A wet laugh bubbles up from Suletta in response to Miorine’s statement. After so many years of being married to her.. Suletta had become mostly an expert at knowing what her words really meant in situations like this, and often it was the exact opposite of whatever she originally said. In this case, she very much meant that it was her who wouldn’t have been able to survive without Suletta much longer, and Suletta clearly understood that very well. However, Suletta doesn’t say another thing in response, and instead allows a comfortable silence to fall between them for a few moments while they hold each other tight. Miorine could stand here forever, as there was no place she felt more safe and comfortable than in the arms of her wife. 

Eventually, Suletta pulls back, and Miorine very reluctantly does the same, but only enough to look up at Suletta, her arms still wrapped snugly around her. 

Through teary eyes, Miorine admires the woman she was lucky enough to marry. The light from the house behind them illuminates her just enough that she can see every detail of her face, and somehow, Miorine is sure that Suletta is more beautiful now than she was the last time she saw her. She lifts a hand up to Suletta’s cheek, gentle fingers ghosting over permet scars that had long since become just another part of her wife that she loved, a reminder of the sacrifices Suletta made to get everyone to the happy place they were in today. She brushes her thumb up underneath her eyes, wiping away some of the tears that remained. 

“Welcome home, Mio,” Suletta says as Miorine tenderly touches her face, soft voice breaking through the pleasant silence. She leans down after that, lips seeking Miorine’s own for a kiss that both of them had been waiting a very long time for.

Miorine allows her eyes to flutter shut, satisfaction flooding through her when their lips finally meet. She settles her hand on Suletta’s cheek to cup it delicately while their lips are attached, that one simple kiss communicating just how much they missed each other the past few months.

It’s Suletta who pulls away first, but just barely, their lips now only centimeters apart so Miorine can still feel Suletta’s hot breath against her skin. 

When Miorine opens her eyes, they immediately meet gorgeous blue ones looking back at her, and behind them she can see all that she needs to in order to know that one kiss just simply isn’t enough. The two of them come into agreement without uttering a word, and seconds later, their lips are together again. 

This time, Suletta moves her lips against Miorine’s, guiding them into a slow-paced dance. The two of them move in tandem, sharing in a passionate open-mouthed kiss, but neither involve their tongues just yet, enjoying the simplicity of their dearly missed physical connection. 

Miorine can feel Suletta pressing herself closer, a gentle pressure from the hand on the back of her head keeping her in place, as if to ensure Miorine isn’t going to break the kiss. Luckily for Suletta, she has absolutely no plans to do so, perfectly content standing there for the rest of the night, kissing her wife and telling her through the constant quiet smacks of their lips how much she loves her. She lets her hand fall from Suletta’s cheek, wrapping her arm around her shoulders, very grateful she was wearing heels at that moment so she didn’t have to stand on her toes too much. 

Slowly, heat begins to prick at her skin, and she hums against Suletta’s lips, her indication that she is enjoying this very much, and that she wants more.  

“Suletta!”

Miorine hears the voice calling from inside, but chooses to ignore it in favor of continuing their kiss, and Suletta seems to be thinking the same exact way, as only seconds later, she feels the brush of Suletta’s tongue against her bottom lip. They had been apart for far too long to just—

“Suletta! Dear, you’re letting all the cold air out. Please come inside and close the door!”

Suletta pulls away after that, making a quiet, disgruntled noise. Her breath comes out in quick, sharp puffs as she rests her forehead against Miorine’s. After a few moments of silence, she begins to laugh, skin wrinkling under the ends of her eyes from how wide her smile is. “Sorry Mio.. They’ve been staying here later with me most nights since you left.”

The joyous sound of Suletta’s laughter after their kiss draws Miorine in, breath catching in her throat before she finds herself quietly laughing too, despite how disappointed she is that the kiss didn’t progress any further. She shakes her head a little, forcing herself to not get lost in Suletta’s sparkling eyes and bright smile, otherwise they would never leave this spot. “You don’t have to apologize. Let’s go in and say hi.” She presses one last quick kiss to Suletta’s lips before fully pulling away. Once her hands are free, she pushes a button on the communication device attached to the bottom of her hairline at the back of her head to turn it on, then turns to grab her suitcase. When she looks back towards the door, she finds Suletta is still standing there, but now with her hand outstretched towards her. 

It’s such a simple action, one that never fails to make Miorine’s heart skip a beat no matter how many times she does it. She happily takes Suletta’s hand and lets her wife lead her inside, pulling her suitcase behind her. The second she crosses the threshold, another voice cuts through her peaceful moment.

“No wonder you two wanted to live in the countryside. This way, no one can see you when you’re sucking each other’s faces outside.” 

Miorine frowns, looking over at their living room, where Elnora and Ericht were sitting, Elnora’s wheelchair parked on the side of the couch, and Hots-san settled on top of a pillow. The large TV at the other side of the room is paused in the middle of a scene from some show or movie that Miorine doesn’t recognize. “Great to see you again too, Eri,” Miorine grumbles, slipping off her heels by the door and placing them in the shoe rack. 

“We-we weren’t d-doing-!!” Suletta’s cheeks flush red, raising her hands up in front of her in innocence.

“There’s really no point in getting shy about it, Suletta,” Elnora comments, looking at her daughter, “It’s the first time you’ve seen your wife in months, we understand.” Her gaze falls over Miorine. “Welcome home, Miorine.” 

“Not to mention, we’ve caught you making out so many times before. This is nothing new. You two are disgustingly in love, we get it.”

Miorine rolls her eyes at Eri’s words, but doesn’t deny them, then looks towards Elnora, giving her a little nod of acknowledgement. “Thank you. I’m glad to be home. It’s been an obscenely long trip..”

“You must be hungry from the drive. Suletta made a wonderful dinner for us, and there’s some leftovers you can eat.” 

“Ah thank you, Elnora, but I actually stopped for dinner not too long ago.” She walks further into the house, dragging her suitcase behind her, only stopping when she suddenly feels a hand on top of the one she’s using to pull her suitcase. She turns to see Suletta behind her, obviously trying to take the suitcase.

“Let me grab this for you, Mio! I’ll bring it to our room.” 

She shakes her head. “It’s fine, Suletta. I’ll take care of it.” 

“Suletta has been standing and walking around a lot this evening,” Eri comments, “And she hasn’t used her crutches at all since we came over like four hours ago!”

“Ericht!” Suletta’s eyes widen and she looks over at her sister on the couch, then back at Miorine. “I’m supposed to be relying on them less, Mio, you know that already! I really didn’t need them this whole time! I feel great!”

Miorine softly smiles up at Suletta. “I know, it’s fine, Suletta. I don’t think Eri was accusing you of anything, but with her, who really knows.” She shrugs… sometimes it was hard to tell what Eri’s intentions were, especially not being able to see her expressions or movements. 

“You people always assume the worst of me. Can’t I just point out reasons to be proud of my sister?” 

“If only you were just nice like that...” Miorine mutters, lifting her hand off the suitcase and clutching Suletta’s. 

“Your wife is so rude to me, Suletta. I bet she won’t even let us finish watching this episode.” 

“Haaah?!” Miorine narrows her eyes at Hot-san. “Aren’t you the ones in my house right now? Shouldn’t you be the one asking for permission to stay and finish the show right now?” 

“This is also my sister’s house, and she invited us over! Don’t you think it should be up to her too?” Eri’s flashing eyes with each word almost seem to taunt Miorine, who can only sigh and look over at Suletta.

Suletta gives Miorine’s hand a squeeze, leaning in a little closer and lowering her voice. “I’ll ask them to leave, Mio.. We can finish the show another time.”

Miorine shakes her head, sighing. “It’s fine.. they can stay. I need to go shower anyway. I’m so gross from traveling right now, so you guys can finish this episode while I do that.”

“Are you sure?”

She smiles, leaning up on her toes to press a quick kiss to Suletta’s lips. “I’m sure. Go on. Enjoy the show.” 

A soft, grateful smile makes its way to Suletta’s lips and she nods once before giving Miorine another kiss. Then one more. With visible reluctance in her step, she walks back to the couch, taking a seat near the armrest, then picking up the remote to unpause the TV. 

Miorine can feel Suletta’s lips lingering on hers after her wife walks away, watching her with fond eyes as she moves back over to the couch. As desperate as she is to have some alone time with Suletta, she’s already waited over five months, she can wait just a little bit longer. 

She pulls her suitcase in the opposite direction of the living room and through the kitchen until she reaches a hallway, where she enters the first door on the left. Seeing her bedroom again, she finds herself smiling, sighing a heavy breath of relief. She’s been dreaming about sleeping in her own bed again for far too long, and it was almost surreal that it was now right in front of her.

She pulls her suitcase in behind her and closes the door, then sits on the end of the bed, flopping backwards, arms spread out on either side of her while she closes her eyes. It’s same as always, soft memory foam shaping to her form and the scent of lavender filling her nostrils. It was so unlike the cold, unwelcoming rooms she’s been sleeping in for the past few months. The only thing she’s missing now is the weight of the bed dipping next to her because of Suletta’s presence. Their intimacy from earlier wasn’t near enough to make up for the time they were apart, and she momentarily found herself wishing that she had rejected Eri’s request to finish that damn episode.

Sighing, she forces herself to sit up and gets back off the bed so she can lay her suitcase on the floor and begin throwing some of her clothes from inside into the hamper they had in their room. She only unpacks about half of it before getting bored and giving up, and instead opts to shed all of her clothes and make her way to the shower. 

Despite her longing to have Suletta to herself, she takes her time in the shower, spending an extra few minutes to close her eyes while standing under the hot water, reliving her kiss outside with Suletta over and over again. She can practically feel Suletta’s hands on her body, holding her tight like it would be the last time they were ever together, and her wife’s lips moving against her own slowly, conveying just how much she wanted her the past few months. 

It’s not long before Miorine can feel a heat stirring in the pit of her stomach and she forces herself to open her eyes, knowing very well that it would be dangerous for her to continue this train of thought any longer.

She finishes up her shower and gets out fairly quickly after that, drying off and then giving her hair a blow dry while she calms down a bit. After leaving the bathroom, she makes a beeline for their dresser and opens Suletta's drawer, smiling when she sees her favorite item laying right on the top, as if it was waiting for her to return home. 

Miorine doesn’t waste much time grabbing Suletta’s Asticassia holder uniform top and zipping it up on her body. It was a bit loose on her, and also a bit long since Suletta was also taller than her, the white fabric covering her hips and a bit of her legs. Usually when it was just her and Suletta around the house, she’d wear that, and a pair of panties.. But unfortunately, with Suletta’s mother and sister here, she can’t exactly do that. So instead, she grabs a pair of shorts from her own drawer and pulls them up over her legs, foregoing the panties this time. 

Once she finishes up, she heads back out towards the living room, where her family is still gathered on the couch, watching some show. She doesn’t say a word, and instead simply makes her way over to the couch herself and sits down right next to Suletta, very much in her personal space. She slides an arm over the front of her waist, and rests her head against her shoulder while she pulls her legs up onto the couch.

Suletta turns her head to press a kiss to the top of Miorine’s as soon as she’s settled, wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her closer. 

Miorine only tries to watch the show for about thirty seconds before she gives up and turns her head ever so slightly to look up at Suletta, who just so happens to be looking down at her still. When their eyes meet, Miorine feels her heat rush to her cheeks, her arm tightening around Suletta. She leans up to bring their lips together for a brief kiss, and has an immense amount of trouble not going in for a second right away. “How much more time is left of this episode?” She whispers, trying not to disturb Elnora and Eri. 

“Not much,” Suletta responds, her thumb gently moving up and down on Miorine’s waist. It’s barely seconds after she finishes speaking when she gives Miorine another kiss, seemingly unable to resist the waiting lips of her wife.

“Can you two please stop kissing and making googly eyes in front of my salad? We’re trying to watch something here. There’s only like ten minutes left, I’m sure you can resist being all over each other for just that long.”  

As much as Miorine enjoys proving Eri wrong, she couldn’t exactly deny that it was going to be incredibly difficult to resist being all over Suletta for another ten minutes.. plus whatever time it took them to help the two Samaya’s get back to their own place. “Would you stop using that stupid phrase! You can’t even eat salad!” Miorine retorts, not bothering to address the second part of Eri’s accusation. 

“Ssshhhh! You’re ruining the show!”

Miorine rolls her eyes, then looks up at Suletta, who is silently giggling at the two of them. There’s a tightness in her chest at the sight, and she finds it incredibly hard to look away and not give Suletta yet another kiss. Instead, she just settles her head back on Suletta’s shoulder, eyes facing the TV screen, trying to encourage Suletta to do the same. She feels one last kiss against the crown of her head, and peeks up just ever so slightly afterwards to see her wife once again watching TV. 

She actually does attempt to watch the show for a little. Really. She tries. 

Unfortunately, she absolutely cannot focus on it for more than about two minutes. She’s finally home with the woman she’s been waiting to see for months, and she can’t even kiss her without being scolded by a keychain! If it was anyone else besides Suletta’s mother and sister, she would’ve physically removed them from the house herself if she had to, but out of respect for Suletta, and lingering spite for Eri saying she wouldn’t let them stay, she has to resist. It really is a cruel world..

Since she knows she’s going to be stuck there for a little bit longer, she at least decides that she should make some of her desires known to her wife, hopefully without alarming Eri. 

Seconds after making her decision, Miorine slowly slides her hand underneath Suletta’s sweatshirt so it’s resting on her bare skin. She can’t help but smirk a little at the tiny squeak of surprise she gets in response, Suletta looking over at her with wide blue eyes.

“Mio.. your hand is cold,” she whispers.

Miorine simply shrugs in response, brushing her thumb up and down over soft skin. She knows Suletta will get used to it right away, anyways. She holds her hand in that spot for a bit, letting some time pass before making her next move, and very slowly sliding it downwards until her pinky is underneath the elastic of Suletta’s pajama pants. She can hear Suletta suck in a sharp breath in response, drawing a smirk onto Miorine’s lips. 

Her motivation is to simply let Suletta know that she wants her right now. Lucky for her, Suletta is smart enough to pick up on her intentions right away, and soon enough, she feels the fabric of her top being lifted and Suletta’s hand finding its way to Miorine’s own bare waist. The feeling is enough to send a shiver down her spine, and she shifts a little in her spot, pressing closer to Suletta, her hand sliding down just a few more centimeters. 

She can feel Suletta’s eyes boring into her, and it takes every bit of her strength to not look up, knowing very well that if she does, she won’t be able to look away again… and she likely won’t be able to resist anymore either. 

The rest of the time waiting for the show to end doesn’t quite pass fast enough for Miorine’s liking, but it’s at least much more pleasant with the skin-to-skin contact she now has with her wife. Admittedly, it was a bit hard to not let her mind wander to what it would feel like if Suletta moved her hand from her waist just a bit higher, or perhaps a bit lower… 

As soon as the credits begin to roll, the first person up and out of their seat is Suletta, whose red cheeks are just barely illuminated by the light from the TV screen. Miorine can’t help but smirk upon seeing how flustered she looks just from that little bit of teasing.. So cute..

“T-that was a great episode, wasn’t it?!” She turns to face Eri and Elnora, “But it- it’s getting pretty late now, so I’ll help you guys get back home!” 

Elnora chuckles, a knowing smile on her lips. “That would be great, Suletta, thank you.” 

“This was a mistake, we should’ve left before.” 

Miorine looks over at Hots-san and plucks her up off the pillow before standing up. “Think next time before you stick around just to spite me.” She holds her sister-in-law out towards Suletta. “Here, you take her. I’ll come with you and push Elnora’s chair.” 

“You really don’t have to, Mio! It’s fi-”

Miorine gives Suletta a look that says ‘stop talking and just let me help you,’ effectively shutting her up. It’s not that she has a very strong desire to walk over to the small guest house on their property that they had built for Elnora and Eri, she really just doesn’t want to be away from Suletta’s side for too long. 

Since they aren’t going too far, Suletta decides to continue not using her crutches while they walk to the house that’s located not far behind their own. Originally, Elnora and Ericht were living with the two of them when they first moved to Earth, but Miorine grew tired of that fairly quick. She really didn’t want to be living in the same house as her mother and sister-in-law, so she hired some people to build a small one nearby, and the two of them were moved out by the time Suletta and Miorine had their wedding. 

Naturally, they still saw both of them pretty much every day, but nonetheless, Miorine was plenty grateful to have a space she could share with just her wife. 

After they arrive at the other house, Miorine and Suletta both help Elnora get settled in for the night and place Hots-san in the teeny tiny keychain bed that Suletta made for Eri. In it, Cold-san was already settled under a hand sewn tiny blanket. 

The two of them bid their family members goodbye (of course, not without first listening to several comments from Eri about why they seemed to be in such a rush to leave, and jokes about using protection, etcetera.), and quickly left the house, both of them turning off their communication devices with Eri the second they crossed the threshold to the front porch. 

“Thanks for helping me, Mio,” Suletta says after closing the door, not wasting a second taking Miorine’s smaller hand into hers, “I’m sure you’re tired from your trip, so you really didn’t have to do that.” 

“I know, but I wanted to,” She smiles up at Suletta, giving her hand a squeeze, “Besides..” Her expression shifts to something much more suggestive after that word, “It’s not like I’m really that tired. I have plenty of energy..”

Sometimes, it took a second for Suletta to pick up what Miorine is saying when she’s slightly cryptic like this, but this time, Suletta’s eyes widen right away, realization flashing through them immediately. Miorine is certain she can thank her teasing from earlier for how quickly Suletta figures her out. Following her shock, a knowing smile settles on her lips, gaze locked on Miorine. “In that case-” She pauses, suddenly letting go of Miorine’s hand and stopping in her tracks, stepping right in front of Miorine so she’s facing her. 

“Suletta? What are yo— S-suletta!!!” She cuts herself off when suddenly Suletta bends down and wraps her arms right under Miorine’s butt, lifting her and guiding her legs so they’re hooked around her waist. Mildly panicked and unprepared (though this was not the first time Suletta has lifted her like this), she naturally falls forward, wrapping her arms around Suletta’s neck for stability, legs tightly secured around her. Her face flushes with embarrassment when she realizes how scared she got for a second there. “Don’t just do that without warning me, dummy!” She pulls back from Suletta just a bit so she can give her a light wack on her arm. 

Suletta laughs loudly in response with nothing but joy in her eyes as she looks up at Miorine. “Sorry Mio-Mio!” She laughs a bit more. “I couldn’t help myself!”

Miorine huffs, sitting back and crossing her arms, fully trusting Suletta’s arms and her legs to keep her from falling. “You really are sex-crazed,” she teases, pouting just a little. She calls Suletta sex-crazed fairly often, so often that Suletta no longer got flustered by it, but her other various reactions or responses were enough to encourage Miorine to keep doing it. It had essentially become an inside-joke between them since before they were even engaged.

“Mmm.. well it’s only you I’m like this for, Mio.. but you like that, don’t you?” 

Finally, Miorine fully looks back at her wife, who somehow still manages to maintain a somewhat innocent look, despite the context of the question she just asked. She lets her hands land on Suletta’s shoulders, giving them both a little squeeze while she begins to lean down ever so slightly. “I married you, didn’t I?” Her voice is a little lower now, more serious than before.

Suletta nods, leaning in closer to Miorine in return, but not quite closing the gap between them. “Mhm, three years and eight months ago..” 

Miorine can feel Suletta’s breath on her lips, her eyes nearly uncontrollably flickering down to them over and over. She swallows hard as she sits in Suletta’s arms, heat already pooling in between her legs just at the thought of finally getting one of the things she’d been waiting for since the day she left for her business trip. 

There’s really no stopping her when that thought crosses her mind, and seconds later, her lips are once again attached to Suletta’s, but this time there is no reserve, no stillness, just a sloppy kiss, both of them humming in satisfaction only moments into it. Miorine slides her arms around Suletta’s neck again, one hand sinking into messy red hair, cupping the back of her head. She barely even notices when Suletta begins walking, turning them around and heading towards their house. After a few steps, she pulls away ever so slightly. “Suletta-,” she stops herself, giving Suletta another quick kiss, “-don’t you dare-,” Another kiss, then another, “-drop me-,” Three more, ending with a kiss to the side of Suletta’s mouth, “-before we get inside.” She presses another kiss to the side of her mouth, then moves back to her lips. Of course, she knows that Suletta would never, Miorine simply simply saying the words to get some sort of reaction out of Suletta.

She can feel Suletta shake her head ever so slightly, their lips just barely detaching during the movement, making the kiss more sloppy. Their lips continue to move against each other with no pause until Suletta pulls away, looking up at her girlfriend with an expectant look in her eyes, desire lit up behind vibrant blues. “Don’t you trust me, Miorine-san?”

Miorine’s breath hitches upon hearing the respectful title that Suletta used to call her prior to them getting engaged (like normal people do, not by the power of a duel). She had to practically scold Suletta each time she used that name back then to get her to call her something more familiar, as Suletta struggled with it big time. Eventually, she did stop, but one time she let it slip on a night when Miorine was being particularly commanding in the bedroom, and it’s kind of been a thing ever since. 

“I do,” she confirms after a minute, quickly latching her lips back onto Suletta’s afterwards. Once again, she loses herself in their liplock, not realizing they are moving until her back hits a wall, and suddenly Suletta is pressing herself up closer to her, and increasing the force behind her kiss. She feels Suletta’s tongue swipe across her bottom lip soon enough, and gladly allows her wife full access to her mouth, pushing out her own tongue to meet the other’s. 

The feeling of Suletta’s tongue against hers draws a quiet whimper from Miorine, which Suletta seems to enjoy, as only seconds later, she’s swirling her tongue around Miorine’s with much more vigor. One whimper turns into two, and then three, and soon enough, she is unable to hold back a soft moan, the heat in between her legs almost completely unbearable. Five months without the touch of her wife was a long time, and she didn’t want to wait any longer.

Miorine wants more. Frankly, she wants it right now, but a cool breeze reminds her that they are still outside on their back porch. The idea of Suletta taking her right here, right now is enough to pull another desperate noise from her, which in turn makes Suletta’s grip around her tighten. As much as she wants that to happen, knowing that Eri and Elnora are both likely still awake in the house not too far from them discourages her from pushing for outdoor sex this time, deciding it’s something they can do on a different occasion. Though reluctantly, her hazy brain makes the decision to start moving them inside. Without breaking their kiss, she uses one arm to start desperately feeling around the wall behind her, moving it downwards until she finds the door handle to their sliding glass door. In this position, it’s difficult for her to push it open, but she manages to slide it a couple of inches. 

She returns her focus to kissing Suletta after that, feeling proud of herself and deserving of a reward, which she soon enough gets in the form of a moan from her wife. That sound alone is enough to let Miorine know that Suletta is just as lost in their kiss as she is. If she doesn’t do something, Miorine has no doubt that Suletta wouldn’t hesitate to stay there for a much longer time, kissing the night away underneath the stars.. Suletta has much more patience than she does, and she wasn’t about to wait until it wore out before they made it to the bedroom. 

Miorine pulls away from the kiss, opening her eyes and watching as Suletta very clearly chases her lips. She doesn’t give in though, and instead presses a kiss to the side of Suletta’s mouth, and then her cheek, then her jaw, then her neck. Suletta’s body follows Miorine’s lead, her head naturally tilting to the side to allow Miorine more access to her skin while satisfied noises fall from her lips. 

“Hmm… Mio-” Suletta sighs with contentment, “That- it feels nice-” 

She smiles against her lover’s skin before pressing another kiss against her, this time ending it with a gentle nip. “I’ll keep going,” she promises with yet another kiss, “But you have to take me inside.” She pokes her tongue out from between her lips, running it over the spot she’s decided to focus before nipping at it again. “Right now, Suletta.” 

Suletta nods once. “Alright, Miorine-san..”

Though still focused on Suletta’s neck, Miorine feels the way Suletta shifts her weight over to one arm in order to free the other. Miorine tightens her legs around Suletta’s waist to help support herself, even though she’s very certain that Suletta can easily support her with one arm. 

Every sound that Suletta makes as she takes her inside only spurs Miorine further, determined to leave marks all over her wife’s skin. It’s an undeniable fact that everyone who knows Miorine also knows very well that she’s married to Suletta, but there is something incredibly satisfying about leaving physical proof of their marriage all over Suletta that Miorine loves. But more than that, she relishes in those mornings when she can see the proof Suletta leaves on her in return all over her body.

Miorine’s thoughts turn overly possessive as she kisses and bites Suletta’s neck until she feels her back hit a soft surface, bringing her actions to a pause. She had expected Suletta to head right for the bedroom, but upon opening her eyes, she realized Suletta instead brought them to the couch. The realization sends another rush of heat between her legs, knowing just how desperate Suletta must be too in order to not even want to spend any extra time walking them deeper into their house. 

Seconds after she removes her lips from Suletta’s neck, her wife captures them with her own, resuming their open-mouthed kiss. As they kiss, Miorine lets her legs fall from around Suletta’s waist, her hands gripping more desperately at Suletta’s sweatshirt. 

Before Miorine can even begin taking off Suletta’s clothes, contact between them is suddenly cut off, and she chases Suletta’s lips as her wife pulls away. Her attempt to resume their kiss is futile, with Suletta moving too far for Miorine to reach, leaving her lips feeling far too empty. 

Breathing heavily, she looks up at her wife, eyes half lidded despite the disappointment etched into her features. Suletta is standing in front of her, between her legs, looking down at her with what Miorine’s lust-hazed brain can only describe as reverence. “Suletta.. I didn’t tell you to stop.” 

Suletta’s cheeks flush a deeper red than they already were from their kissing. “Sorry, Mio… I just- I wanted to look at you for a second..” Her words are spoken softly, a nervous determination in each one of them.

Miorine’s expression softens at Suletta’s words, ignoring the way her face heats up under her wife’s gaze. She can’t exactly see herself right now.. and she’s certain she must look like a bit of a mess, but the look in Suletta’s eyes prevents her from really caring much. She reaches out towards the other woman, a gentle smile on her lips. “.. can you at least look from less of a distance? You’re too far away...” 

The way Suletta’s eyes shine at her simple request spreads an undeniable warmth through Miorine’s chest. Suletta doesn’t waste another second taking Miorine’s hand and leaning forward again, her other hand landing on the couch next to Miorine’s head before their lips meet in a slow, open-mouthed kiss. Miorine knows that Suletta can’t exactly look at her very well while they’re kissing, but she certainly has no complaints.

Suletta hums against Miorine’s lips the moment they are attached again, eagerly finding Miorine’s tongue with her own after just a few moments. As they kiss, Miorine feels Suletta pulling their hands apart in order to free her own, earning a disappointed whine from Miorine in response, but she doesn’t protest, very much interested in knowing what Suletta is going to do with her hand next. Once Miorine’s hand is empty, she reaches forward to find Suletta’s hip, then slides it around her before settling on her butt, giving it a little encouraging squeeze when she feels Suletta smile against her lips.

Moments later, her question about what Suletta was going to do with her hand is answered by the sound of a zipper. As the zipper is slowly pulled downwards, Suletta moves her kiss to the side of Miorine’s lips, then her cheek, then over to her ear, where she nips at the lobe, before kissing her way along her jaw and down to her neck, quiet, encouraging noises falling from Miorine’s lips the whole time.

Miorine’s head falls backwards as Suletta leaves marks of her love all over her neck, while two deft hands slip underneath her now open top and land on her waist.

“I missed you so, so much, Miorine-san,” Suletta whispers against her skin, continuing to kiss her way downwards, pausing to give extra attention to her collarbone, “I missed seeing you like this..” Big blue eyes look upwards at her wife, as if gouging her reaction to the sweet words. “I missed touching you..” One of the hands on her waist slides upwards, fingers ghosting her skin until she reaches one of Miorine’s breasts, thumb pressing over the pert center, pulling a moan from Miorine. “I missed hearing you make noises like that…” 

Suletta moves her thumb in small circles, kissing her way down to her other breast that wasn’t getting any attention. “I missed kissing you..” She presses a kiss to Miorine’s nipple then takes it into her mouth with her teeth, tugging gently before running her tongue over it. 

“ Aaah —!!” Miorine’s toes curl at the sensation, unable to utter out a coherent word in response, her mind completely overwhelmed by anticipation and pleasure. Despite not being the very best at expressing her emotions with words, she easily expresses how good she feels with the noises Suletta’s actions manage to draw from her. She can’t hold back, no matter how embarrassing the sounds are, especially knowing just how much Suletta likes hearing her. 

Plush lips move from one breast over to the other after a while, giving it the exact same treatment, but this time using a bit more force. Not one of Suletta’s movements goes to waste, every swipe of her tongue or nip of her teeth sending arousal shooting straight between Miorine’s legs. 

Eventually, Suletta begins kissing a trail down her abdomen, right up to the hem of her green shorts. She looks up at Miorine as her hands move to the other’s hips and teases the elastic of the fabric, pulling on it just a bit. 

Miorine looks down at her wife, pale skin flushed from her chest all the way up to the tips of her ears. She frowns just a bit, distressed that Suletta had stopped. “…. You really are sex-crazed if that’s all the stuff you missed..”

Suletta laughs, lowering herself so she’s sitting back on her legs. She presses a kiss to Miorine’s thigh. “I think..” She moves her head downwards a bit so her next kiss is on Miorine’s inner thigh. “You missed all that stuff too-” Another kiss, this time closer to the area that was begging for Suletta’s touch the most. “Mio-Mio.” She tilts her head to the side. “Right?” 

The way Suletta says her stupid cutesy nickname so innocently while looking up at her from in between her legs makes Miorine’s breath catch in her throat. Even after so many years of being married to her, Miorine would never get how Suletta could do things like this… Looking so cute and kissable while doing indecent things.. She’s certain it’s a power that only Suletta has. “… Idiot.. you know I did..” 

Suletta’s satisfied smile is all she needs to forgive her for making her admit something like that outloud (even though in reality, she really never minds telling Suletta how she feels). Seemingly as a reward, Suletta returns her lips to her inner thigh, moving them further and further inwards before stopping right near the hem of Miorine’s shorts and biting at her skin. 

Miorine whimpers at the sensation, hand clutching at a pillow nearby, simply needing something to grab onto. She watches her wife as she continues to work at that one spot, knowing very well that Suletta was trying to leave a mark. The thought of once again being marked up on her thighs sends a shiver down her spine, the desperate arousal in between her legs reaching a new height. “Suletta—” She breathes, her whole body aching for more , “ Please .”

Her wife doesn’t need much more encouragement than that to give in, clearly fairly desperate for more herself. She pulls back just a bit, hooking her fingers under the elastic of Miorine’s shorts before pulling them down, pausing mid-way down her thighs. “Mio.. you’re not wearing any underwear…” Expectant blue eyes flicker back up to meet Miorine’s. 

Heat rushes to Miorine’s face, and she opens her mouth, then closes it again, trying to find the right words to explain, even though her wife surely already knows the reason behind her deliberate choice to go commando. “So what?! Do I always have to wear underwear around my own house?!”

Laughing, Suletta finishes pulling her shorts off and tosses them away. Calloused fingers run up Miorine’s thighs, settling just before reaching her hips. “So....” She pauses, moving one of her hands inwards to teasingly press her thumb into Miorine’s wet folds, sliding it up until she reaches her clit. The simple action elicits a relieved moan from Miorine, very pleased to finally receive stimulation where she’s been desperately needing it. “.. You must be pretty sex-crazed too, Mio-Mio.” She presses her thumb down more firmly, beginning to move it in small, slow circles.

“Sulett— haah!!” Her back arches off the couch, head falling backwards as she gasps, Suletta’s simple movements driving her crazy. She manages to look back down at her wife, who seems incredibly pleased by Miorine’s reactions. “Would you just— s-shut up and keep making me— feel good?”

Obediently, Suletta nods, moving her head close enough to the middle of her legs so Miorine can feel her hot breath ghosting over her fleshy pink skin, sending a shiver down her spine. “I missed making you feel good too,” she whispers earnestly before moving her thumb away so she can press a kiss over Miorine’s clit. 

Suletta wastes no time adding her tongue to her actions, running it over the sensitive spot repeatedly, drawing breathy moans and curses from Miorine’s lips. 

Miorine’s hips jolt upwards towards Suletta, begging for more contact. She doesn’t fail to notice the way Suletta’s lips curl upwards against her, and seconds later, she feels a strong grip on her hips. Suletta pulls her forward a bit roughly, fingers pressing down into Miorine’s skin while sucking in a sharp breath over her clit. 

Miorine cries out, reaching forward to the top of Suletta’s head where she grabs a fistful of red. 

Suletta performs her previous action over and over and over again, and each time, Miorine gets more and more vocal, cursing and moaning and whimpering at the pleasure her wife is so easily giving her. 

As if the treatment she is already getting isn’t enough to get her exactly where she wants to be, a quiet moan from her lover sends a vibration straight to her core that nearly pushes her right over the edge. She finally manages to lift her head to look down at the woman between her legs, lust-filled platinum eyes meeting blue ones. 

“Suletta,” she breathes, voice quiet, but loud enough to get her wife’s attention. 

“Hm?” 

Miorine whimpers, the small acknowledgment adding to her arousal. She has to pause before she continues, forming the sentence in her mind before the words make it to her tongue.  “I want you to touch yourself.”

Suletta’s eyes widen at the suggestion, but she does not move back or protest. In fact, Miorine is certain she sees relief in her wife’s expression before she nods obediently. 

Though Miorine knew very well that Suletta could get off simply by giving and not receiving any stimulation herself, she wants her lover to feel extra good in this moment. After all, Suletta has been waiting just as long as her for them to be together again. 

She watches with eager eyes as Suletta removes one of her hands from Miorine’s hip and moves it downwards, disappearing in front of the couch where Miorine could no longer see what Suletta was doing with it. She didn’t have to see though, as the second Suletta’s hand makes it between her own legs, she moans against Miorine, her eyes fluttering shut.

Miorine moans in symphony with her, the combination of her wife pleasuring herself and the feeling of being pleasured clouding her every thought with desire. 

This time when Suletta begins pleasuring her, Miorine forces herself not to look away, wanting to watch Suletta enjoy herself. She easily drowns in pools of blue, not failing to notice how Suletta struggles to keep her eyes open while she gives pleasure to herself and her wife. 

Suletta is beautiful… she’s always beautiful, but seeing her like this, a way that no one else gets to see her, it’s something that reminds her just how lucky she is, no matter how many times she witnesses this. 

So completely lost in Suletta’s eyes, she almost doesn’t realize when her wife moves her mouth down so it’s no longer over her clit, and instead completely covering her entrance. She feels Suletta’s tongue circle around the tight muscle, which contracts at the touch, a string of curses falling from Miorine’s lips. 

Suletta easily slides her tongue into Miorine, licking up inside her and making Miorine cry out her name in bliss. Her thighs naturally clamp around Suletta’s head, unable to help the way her body responds to the stimulation. 

For the next few minutes, Suletta practically assaults Miorine with her tongue, lapping up every taste of her that she can get. Miorine has absolutely no control over her reactions, a plethora of sounds rolling off her tongue naturally with each and every movement from Suletta.

“S-suletta— I’m-I—” Miorine is unable to finish her sentence before she reaches the peak she’s been climbing towards the whole time, her legs trembling while she’s completely overwhelmed by her climax. Her mind goes blank, white noise filling her ears as she throws her head backwards, back and hips arching upwards. 

Suletta continues to use her tongue throughout their entire orgasm, easing her through it until she’s nothing but a limp mess on their couch. 

Miorine’s breath leaves her in short, heavy puffs, weakly lifting her head so she can see her wife, whose satisfaction isn’t even remotely hidden in the way she looks up at Miorine. She continues to lap up her wetness even after Miorine is already through her orgasm, still very clearly pleasuring herself the whole time. 

Her fingers twitch, and in that moment, she wants nothing more than to be the one making Suletta moan. 

“Suletta,” she calls, voice quiet, yet still commanding, once again pulling her wife’s attention towards her, “Come here.” 

As usual, Suletta obeys, the movements of her hand pausing before she stands up. She doesn’t even need Miorine’s instructions to know that Miorine wants a kiss next, their lips meeting seconds after Suletta stands up. 

Miorine tastes herself on Suletta’s lips, reminding her of the service that her wife just did for her. The thought stokes a familiar fire in the pit of her stomach, despite just reaching her own climax. She wants more. She needs more. 

As their tongues swirl against each others’ for dominance, she lifts her hand to Suletta’s abdomen, sliding it downwards underneath the hem of her pajama pants and panties until her finger reaches Suletta’s most sensitive spot. The moment her fingers meet the erect clit, Suletta pulls away from their kiss, a shuddering moan of Miorine’s name forced from her. 

God.. her wife was hot… how was it possible that someone that was so cute all the time could have such reactions?

Miorine gladly begins moving her finger in gentle circles, watching with observant eyes as Suletta falls apart beneath her hand. The moans and whines that fall from her wife’s lips only spur her forward, picking up her pace until Suletta cries out when she reaches her own climax. She makes a strangled noise, hips thrusting forward into Miorine’s hand while she reattaches their lips, her sounds of pleasure muffled by the wet smack of lips. 

They kiss like that for a while longer, though Miorine isn’t sure just how long, nor does she care. 

Eventually, it’s Suletta who pulls away, hot, heavy breaths hitting Miorine’s lips and sending further sparks of arousal through her. “Mio.. can we—” She pauses, capturing Miorine’s lips in another kiss. 

Miorine is the one who pulls away this time, eager to see what Suletta wants. “What is it?” She gives Suletta a little peck after her question, unable to resist.

“I want to- to use the strap-on.. Please .”

The suggestion makes her whimper quietly. “You-” she leans in closer and attaches their lips again, licking up into Suletta’s mouth, “Aren’t satisfied after that?” Her playful words are followed by another kiss, her arms snaking around Suletta’s neck. 

Suletta laughs against her lips, shaking her head while she wraps her arms around Miorine’s back and nodding. “I just love you, Mio-Mio and I want to keep showing you how much.” 

Miorine’s cheeks flush a deep red, heart skipping a beat. She hears Suletta say that she loves her all the time, multiple times a day normally, but never would it fail to make her as giddy and happy as she was the very first time she heard it. Her hold around her wife tightens, a soft smile on her lips. “I love you too, Suletta.” 

Her profession is followed by another passionate kiss only seconds later as Suletta adjusts her grip on Miorine. She hooks one arm underneath her knees, while the other slides around her back. Suletta wastes no time easily lifting Miorine from the couch, not breaking their kiss the whole time.

This wasn’t the first time Suletta has navigated them around their house while carrying Miorine and kissing her, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, so it’s a simple task for Suletta to get them there without bumping into anything. Soon enough, Suletta is placing her on the bed and climbing onto it after her, her larger frame trapping Miorine beneath her. 

As they continue to kiss, Miorine’s hands slide up Suletta’s sides, up underneath her sweatshirt, then back down to grab the hem of it. She whines against Suletta’s lips, tugging at the top. “You- take this off-” 

Suletta nods, sitting back on her knees so she can pull off her sweatshirt and toss it aside. Underneath, she’s not wearing anything else, now sitting above Miorine completely shirtless, the sight easily taking Miorine’s breath away. Hungry eyes travel down from Suletta’s face over to muscular arms before flitting towards perfectly round breasts and continuing her path down to defined abs. Her dark skin is covered in faded, patterned permet scars, all of which Miorine had completely memorized over the years of them being together. 

Miorine’s phone was full of pictures of her wife in various states of undress, and the two of them have had dozens of video calls where clothes weren’t involved, but there was really nothing like seeing her like this in person, and Miorine would certainly never tire of it.

Her wife’s cheeks flush under Miorine’s gaze. “Mio.. you’re staring.”

Miorine raises a brow. “Hah? So you’re allowed to stop kissing me just so you can look at me, but I’m not allowed to stare at you?”

“N-no! You can! That’s not it! I just-”

“I’m going to stare as much as I want,” she huffs, cutting off Suletta, “Because my Mercurian country bumpkin is beautiful and only I get to see you like this.”

The red staining Suletta’s cheeks deepens, a cute, little smile on her lips. 

“Now would you come back down here and kiss me again?” 

“Yes, Miorine-san!!” She leans back down, placing her elbows on either side of Miorine’s head and caging her there while resuming their kiss. 

Miorine takes full advantage of having Suletta above her again and uses both of her hands to explore Suletta’s body, dragging them up and down her sides and back, running reverent fingers over toned muscles that Suletta had worked so hard to build up ever since she was first paralyzed almost six years ago. Eventually, she works her way up to Suletta’s breasts, thumbs finding erect nipples and pressing down on them, earning a quiet whimper from Suletta. 

She moves her thumbs in small, quick circles, over and over, encouraged by each sound she manages to pull from her wife through her actions. Eventually, Suletta breaks their kiss and begins working at Miorine’s neck. In return, Miorine takes each of Suletta’s nipples between her fingers and gives them a rough pinch, earning the cutest little squeak from her wife. A mischievous smirk forms on her lips as Suletta lifts her head to look up at her, eyes blown wide. 

“You’re so cute, Suletta~” 

Suletta shakes her head, leaning down again to press a flurry of kisses to Miorine’s face. “You’re way cuter, Mio-mio!” She kisses her all the way over to her ear, giving it a little nip, which pulls a squeak of surprise from Miorine.

Miorine flushes when she realizes she made the exact same sound as Suletta. “Suletta!” 

Suletta laughs, then brings their lips together again, parting Miorine’s with her tongue. The kiss is much too short, Suletta pulling away not that long after it begins and climbing off the bed, leaving Miorine feeling incredibly empty. She puffs out her bottom lip, pouting as she watches Suletta move over to the nightstand on the right side of the bed and open up the bottom drawer. “Which one do you want to use today, Mio?” 

Miorine rolls over onto her side, propping her head up on her hand so she can get a look at what Suletta is doing. “The purple one.” 

Nodding, Suletta pulls her sweatpants and underwear down, stepping out of them both before grabbing a pair of harness boxers from the drawer. She slips into them and grabs the purple strap-on dildo, practiced hands easily latching it into the harness. 

Miorine can feel her mouth going dry while watching Suletta prep herself, muscles in between her legs contracting in anticipation of being filled up by her wife. This dildo was her personal favorite, not only because of the size, but because the base of it was shaped perfectly so it would rub up against Suletta’s clit while she fucked her, and she loved watching Suletta chase the feeling. 

As Suletta grabs the bottle of lube from the drawer, blue eyes flicker over towards the bed to meet Miorine’s. Her eyes sparkle like the stars, pausing her movements to smile at her wife. In that moment, it didn’t really matter how horny both of them were, the simple joy of being back together easily seeping through the atmosphere of the room, briefly cutting through the thick tension between them.

God, I missed her so much. 

Miorine returns her smile, reaching out towards her. She doesn’t have to say a word for Suletta to gently kick the drawer closed and move back over to the bed, taking Miorine’s hand as she climbs back on and kisses her again. Suletta abandons the lube next to Miorine so she can gently cup her cheek, her other hand finding Miorine’s waist while she moves in between the smaller woman’s legs. 

They kiss tenderly for a long while, tongues intertwining in a dance of love and passion. Silently, she tells Suletta how much she missed her, and how much she enjoys kissing her, and how much she wanted to be close to her for the past few months, and most importantly, how much she loves her. 

As much as she hated her father’s stupid holder system and all the duels that were held for her hand in marriage, she was grateful everyday that it ended up giving her Suletta. It was a miracle really… that the country bumpkin from Mercury learned that it was okay to date girls, and then fell in love with the first one she saw when arriving at Asticassia. 

After a bit of time, Suletta sits up, lips red and puffy, skin flushed, and hair messy from Miorine’s hands being in it. “Mio.. is it okay if I-?”

“Yes. Please , Suletta.” 

Suletta leans over to grab the bottle of lube and pops the lid open before pouring a generous amount over the strap-on. She pumps her hand hand up and down over it, spreading the lube all over, poking her tongue out cutely between her lips as she works.

As soon as she’s finished, she leans over Miorine again, attaching her lips to her neck right away while one of her hands finds its way between her wife’s legs again. She slides two fingers through dripping folds and over her entrance, pressing them both in slowly, drawing a low groan from Miorine. 

“Suletta,” Miorine whines, nails lightly pressing into Suletta’s back, “I’m ready- I’ve been ready- you don’t have to— hnnng !” Her words dissolve into a moan when Suletta suddenly curls both of her fingers upwards, pressing them into her most sensitive spot. 

Miorine can feel Suletta smile against her skin. “I know.” She curls her fingers upwards again, and Miorine’s back arches in response, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Suletta you—” She whines, nails digging deeper into Suletta’s skin when Suletta repeats the action another time, “You’re going to make me come again— before we even—!” She’s unable to finish her sentence, inhaling sharply when uncontrollable pleasure rushes through her. 

“Mmm.. that’s okay, Mio..” She nips at her skin a bit roughly. “I want to do this for you.” 

Miorine can’t believe her wife. Just a few minutes ago, she was asking if she could use the strap-on, and now she’s doing this! It wasn’t fair to Suletta by any means, but how could she argue with anything that Suletta wants? Besides.. it’s not like she could really complain about getting this kind of treatment, nor would she have any complaints if she was the one in Suletta’s position, making her wife feel good while she watched.

The lack of protest from Miorine seems to be enough of a go-ahead for Suletta, and without warning, she curls her fingers upwards again, and again, and again, and again. She continues to assault Miorine’s g-spot until she can’t even utter a word, unintelligible noises falling from her lips without pause. It’s not long before Suletta pushes her to her orgasm, leaving Miorine trembling beneath her wife as she climaxes for the second time that night. 

“You’re so pretty, Miorine-san,” Suletta tells her quietly, right before Miorine goes limp beneath her on the bed, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Miorine is certain that ‘pretty’ is not what she looks like right now; pale, flushed skin covered in a layer of sweat, back arched, toes curled, and tears brimming in platinum eyes from the nearly overwhelming amount of pleasure. 

However.. Maybe it was hypocritical of her to even think that, as if their positions were switched, she knew she’d be saying the same thing about Suletta.

Half-lidded eyes flicker up towards her wife, who she can’t help but notice is scanning Miorine’s body with a loving gaze. Miorine manages a weak smile while she comes down from her release, warmth filling her chest, body relaxing underneath Suletta. How did she manage to get so lucky? “I missed you so much, my tanuki..” 

“I missed you too, Mio-Mio..” She leans down over Miorine once again, a gentle hand coming up to cup her face and brush white hair behind her ear while finding her lips once again. She lifts her head so their lips are barely ghosting each other, “Can you not leave me for that long ever again?”

Miorine nods, lifting a hand up to cup Suletta’s face in return. “I promise. Never again.” In reality, Miorine had already decided not to repeat such a mistake well before Suletta even asked, because she was very certain she couldn’t live through another gap of time like that without being with the person who makes her the happiest. 

She brings their lips together for another short kiss, hand sliding up to the back of Suletta’s head, fingers threading through soft locks. “I’m sorry, Suletta.. For staying away so long..”

Suletta quickly shakes her head, giving Miorine another quick kiss. “Don’t apologize, Mio, it’s not your fault. I know you didn’t want to. You were working hard for us!”

Miorine nods, though she can’t help the guilt that pricks at her despite Suletta’s words. There  really is no point getting into it now.. All she can do is be certain that she’d follow through with her promise. 

Before she can say another word, she feels Suletta’s lips on her, giving her little, sweet kisses all over her face, then her lips, and moving down to her neck, and stopping over her collarbone. As Suletta kisses her, Miorine whimpers, pleased to have her wife’s lips attached to her once more. Suletta’s hands leave goosebumps in their wake everywhere she touches on Miorine’s body, nimble fingers grazing soft pale skin until she reaches Miorine’s hips. 

“Let me—” Suletta moves her lips to another spot on Miorine’s body, quickly nipping and sucking at unmarked skin, “-show you how—” Her tongue pokes out between her lips, running it over the spot she was focused on, then biting down roughly, a loud groan rumbling from the back of Miorine’s throat. “-grateful I am for your hard work—” She uses her tongue to soothe the bite, then returns her lips to Miorine’s for a kiss, “-my Miorine.” 

Heat pools between Miorine’s legs, very much enjoying Suletta being a little possessive of her. She can only show Suletta this by kissing her again, parting her lips and seeking out Suletta’s tongue. She moans into her wife’s mouth, the hand in her hair tightening around red strands. 

Her hips buck upwards when the purple-strap on is suddenly pressing over her clit. Suletta breaks their kiss to pull back, and Miorine watches as she holds herself up above Miorine just enough so she can look down at their hips, watching for a few moments as she thrusts her hips forward gently a couple of times so the dildo rubs up and down on Miorine’s throbbing, swollen clit. 

“F-fuck— Suletta- please - I need-” 

“What do you need, Mio-Mio?” She asks, a teasing lilt to her voice. 

Miorine frowns, catching onto what Suletta is doing right away. Before she can open her mouth to call out her wife, there’s an increase of pressure between her legs, forcing a whimper from her, hips thrusting upwards again. “I- i need you, Suletta— please .” 

Suletta smiles, clearly satisfied, removing a hand from Miorine’s hips and placing it around her imitation appendage so she can line up the head with Miorine’s entrance. She presses forward slowly, blue eyes flickering up to Miorine’s face, clearly watching her reaction closely.

Her back arches as soon as the strap-on is fully inside her, filling her up so nicely, exactly how she’d been imagining in her wet dreams and dirty phone calls throughout her whole separation from Suletta. 

“Does it hurt at all, Mio?” Suletta asks gently, not moving an inch once she’s fully inside.

Miorine shakes her head. “No- just— please move, and don’t be gentle.” Though she’s fairly overstimulated at this point, she has no desire to take things slow. 

“Of course, Miorine-san.” Suletta agrees before pulling her hips backwards and pushing forward again, forcing a wanton moan from Miorine. Suletta takes a shaky breath, pausing after the first thrust, obviously not quite prepared for the pleasure the toy would bring her as well. 

“Do you like that, love?” Miorine asks, voice breathy.

Nodding, Suletta thrusts her hips again, this time with a little more force, eyes squeezing shut as she sucks in a sharp breath. She readjusts her hands on Miorine, moving them to her hips and lifting to get a better angle before moving her own hips backwards and forwards again, forcing a broken moan from Miorine. 

Suletta gets the hang of things quickly, rocking her hips forward into Miorine’s repeatedly, not slowing or pausing for anything. Her actions pull satisfied noises from each of them in unison, Miorine only speaking real words when she curses or tells Suletta to go faster or harder. Suletta never questions her requests, obeying without protest each and every time. 

It’s not long at all before time seems to slow around an overstimulated Miorine, legs trembling as Suletta brings her to her orgasm once again, arousal ripping through her whole body. Suletta does not ease up on her movements as she climaxes, instead letting go of Miorine’s hips before finding both of her hands, interlacing their fingers and leaning over her so she can pin Miorine’s arms above her head. 

At this angle, Suletta slams into her harder, pushing a choked sob from Miorine and prolonging her already powerful orgasm. Suletta brings their lips together, muffling Miorine’s sounds as she continues to fuck her through her climax. 

Miorine doesn’t even have a split second to breathe after she finally comes down from her high, Suletta continuing to pound into her forcefully as she chases her own orgasm. Heat clings to Miorine’s skin, body unable to relax properly due to the combination of being fucked and listening to all the noises her wife makes. 

Eventually, Suletta releases Miorine’s hands so she can move them to her wife’s waist, fingers pressing firmly into soft skin. The moment her hands are released, Miorine finds Suletta’s back, nails, digging into it enough to be painful, though she was certain Suletta didn’t mind. Suletta breaks their kiss seconds later, her head falling down next to Miorine’s so she can nip at her earlobe.

Panting, Miorine shakes her head, breathily calling Suletta’s name to get her attention. She can tell Suletta is close from the way her breathing becomes ragged, and her moans that get louder as her pleasure seems to build with each thrust. Suletta lifts herself up enough to look at Miorine when she registers her call, blue eyes glazed over with desire. 

“Look at me—” Miorine commands, somehow managing to organize her thoughts long enough to form a coherent sentence, “I want to- to see you when you come.” 

Despite her words, Miorine can barely keep her eyes open herself, vision blurry with tears from the overstimulation, and the temptation to squeeze them shut in reaction to the intense pleasure rippling through her whole body. Lucky for her, it’s not much longer before Suletta reaches her own tipping point, her hips stuttering, breaking the fast rhythm she set as her legs begin to tremble. 

Miorine watches closely as Suletta scrunches up her face, lips parted while stuttered moans and whimpers fall from her tongue freely. She calls out Miorine’s name on repeat, still thrusting into her at a much slower pace than before. 

Seeing Suletta in her most vulnerable state, completely giving herself over to satisfaction while also attempting to give Miorine more of her own is what pushes her over the edge for the fourth time that night. Her entire body quakes, completely intoxicated by the sight of her lover reaching her own climax above her. This one hits faster and more intensely than all her others of the night, her nails digging deeper into Suletta’s back as she desperately rocks her hips upwards, seeking out more friction. 

Before Miorine can even register what’s happening, Suletta is slowly pulling the strap-on out of her completely, drawing her hips backwards while Miorine whimpers at the loss. As soon as the dildo is removed, she collapses next to Miorine on her side, her breaths loud and heavy.

It takes Miorine a few long moments to gather herself again, laying completely limp on the bed aside from the quick rise and fall of her chest, attempting to catch her breath. She almost can’t bring herself to move, limbs like jelly and strength completely sapped, despite how little she actually contributed to their previous activities. 

Regardless of her current state of weakness, she languidly turns herself on her side, wrapping her arm around Suletta’s waist and pulling herself closer, lifting her head so she can rest it just above Suletta’s own heaving chest… though she wasn’t breathing nearly as hard as Miorine was. She soon feels strong arms wrap around her in return, holding her close. 

Miorine tilts her head up a bit so she can look at her wife, a small, gentle smile on her lips. 

“Hey Mio..” Suletta begins, looking down at her wife, “What if I just came on all your business trips with you from now on?”

A breathy laugh bubbles up from Miorine, and she nuzzles closer to her Suletta. “I think you would find that incredibly boring, Suletta. You’ve managed to escape the dull corporate life, you should keep your distance.”

“Hm.. but I could stay in your room all day! Waiting until you finish work so we can be together afterwards!” 

Miorine chuckles at the thought, an image of Suletta laying out on a hotel room bed, waiting for her in nothing but her GUND-ARM sweatshirt flashing through her mind. It’s not a bad image by any stretch of the imagination, but still a funny one, nonetheless. “Really? You would just sit there all day? Then wait around for me like a trophy wife until I finish with my business?”

“I wouldn’t mind being your trophy wife, Mio-Mio! If it means I get to be with you, it doesn’t really matter what kind of wife I am!”

Miorine’s cheeks quickly heat up at Suletta’s statement. “Suletta….” She mutters, her fluster more than clear enough through simply speaking her wife’s name, “I didn’t marry you so you could just be my trophy wife… you’re so much more than that.”

Before Miorine can even properly imagine her wife’s expression, she’s suddenly on her back again, Suletta hovering over her, bright sparkling blue eyes, wide grin, and cheeks dusted pink drawing Miorine’s full attention. “S-suletta! What are you doing?!”

“It’s easier to look at you like this, Mio!”

“Y-you— aren’t you tired after what we just did?!” She asks this, but he knows very well that her wife’s stamina is leagues better than her own. She can recover from physical activity of any kind in half the time Miorine can, which easily explains how she seems to be hovering over Miorine with no strain whatsoever. 

Suletta laughs, the sound making Miorine’s heart skip a beat. “Not anymore! Hearing you say that made me so happy that I fully recovered right away!”

“That’s not even possible, Suletta!” Her cheeks burn like a furnace, and she jerks her head to the side so she can’t see Suletta’s gorgeous eyes staring down at her, knowing very well meeting them would only make the heat worse. 

She hears another laugh from above her, and her urge to have their lips connected returns in full force. She decides to act on it quickly before her embarrassment can grow worse, head snapping back so she’s looking up to Suletta and reaching up towards her shoulder to pull her down. 

Suletta catches on right away, meeting her in the middle for another heated kiss.

When Suletta pulls away this time, she takes Miorine’s lower lip between her teeth teasingly before letting it go and resting her forehead softly against her wife’s. 

Miorine looks up at her, the corners of her lips pulled upwards into a loving smile while she brings a hand up to the side of Suletta’s head, fingers brushing through her hair affectionately. “I love you, Suletta..”

Suletta returns her smile, eyes filled with a caring tenderness that Miorine could never even dream of capturing with words. “I love you too, Miorine.”

They kiss softly once more, with no intentions behind the kiss aside from expressing their simple happiness to be in each other’s arms once again. It’s only after they part when Miorine notices a new determined glint in Suletta’s eyes, and she knows exactly what’s coming next.

“So.. are you ready to go again, Mio? You can use the strap-on this time!”

Miorine sighs, exasperated, but her smile never fades, only pulling Suletta in for another kiss, very much ready to continue making up for the months she was away.