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bringsmilesThough Nico doesn't like admitting it aloud -- she'd rather make claims of a slew of nameless, mysterious exes who had dated her in some undisclosed point in the past -- Akiha is her first. First everything, really. First hand-hold, first kiss, first hands under shirt, first -- everything. Every step they take into their relationship is brand new to her. And along the way, Nico's learned a lot if things about herself she doesn't think she would've found out otherwise.
Like just how much she likes having control over Akiha.
It kind of crept up on her; Akiha is so stoic and stuffy so much of the time, it was only natural for Nico to try and poke holes in her composure. It was like a game, and the prize was the cute flustered faces Akiha would make.
But over time, bit by bit, she came to realize the delight she takes in it extends much further and deeper than simple lighthearted teasing. She wanted more. To strip Akiha of her armor completely, and take over her. Ever since the thought occurred to her, she couldn't get it off her mind.
It's probably a little weird.
Still, bringing it up, Nico tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, like it's no big deal at all, like she's not scared of being pegged as some creepy pervert. By some manner of miracle, it worked, and Akiha agreed to try it once.
"Okay, cool," Nico had said, swallowing subtly to try and force her heart back down her throat.
That was last week. They said they'll do it next time they're alone. And they are alone, right now, in Akiha's bedroom that Nico always secretly found far bigger than should ever be necessary. Yet somehow it feels cramped now, like there's not enough air to breathe. They're both thinking about it, she's sure -- at the very least, she knows she's thinking about it. Yet they've barely even kissed today, only awkwardly exchanged various happenings from the past week, the distance between them as stiff as an actual, tangible wall.
Asking about it was one thing, but how the heck does she go about initiating something like this?!
The room falls into a tense silence, and Nico decides this is her chance. She clears her throat. "So, uh... do you want to do it? Like we talked about?" Her eyes can't stay on Akiha beyond the first three words, and her face grows a very telling, splotchy pink. Uuugh, this is off to a terrible start already...
Like just how much she likes having control over Akiha.
It kind of crept up on her; Akiha is so stoic and stuffy so much of the time, it was only natural for Nico to try and poke holes in her composure. It was like a game, and the prize was the cute flustered faces Akiha would make.
But over time, bit by bit, she came to realize the delight she takes in it extends much further and deeper than simple lighthearted teasing. She wanted more. To strip Akiha of her armor completely, and take over her. Ever since the thought occurred to her, she couldn't get it off her mind.
It's probably a little weird.
Still, bringing it up, Nico tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, like it's no big deal at all, like she's not scared of being pegged as some creepy pervert. By some manner of miracle, it worked, and Akiha agreed to try it once.
"Okay, cool," Nico had said, swallowing subtly to try and force her heart back down her throat.
That was last week. They said they'll do it next time they're alone. And they are alone, right now, in Akiha's bedroom that Nico always secretly found far bigger than should ever be necessary. Yet somehow it feels cramped now, like there's not enough air to breathe. They're both thinking about it, she's sure -- at the very least, she knows she's thinking about it. Yet they've barely even kissed today, only awkwardly exchanged various happenings from the past week, the distance between them as stiff as an actual, tangible wall.
Asking about it was one thing, but how the heck does she go about initiating something like this?!
The room falls into a tense silence, and Nico decides this is her chance. She clears her throat. "So, uh... do you want to do it? Like we talked about?" Her eyes can't stay on Akiha beyond the first three words, and her face grows a very telling, splotchy pink. Uuugh, this is off to a terrible start already...
