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gaaaaay2015-04-18 02:02 am
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Nico loves a lot of things about Makoto. It took her a bit, admittedly, to see past her exterior -- Nico has a very set definition of cute, and bulky girls two heads taller than her who give off a distinct delinquent vibe don't tend to fall under it. But upon getting to know her better, it wasn't long before she had reluctantly admitted to herself her definition could use some expanding.
Makoto turned out to be unexpectedly girly -- from her keen eye for fashion to the elaborate lunch boxes that could even give Nico's a run for their money. She was warm and friendly without it ever coming off as forced, and was always properly appreciative of Nico's cute charm, a crucial trait many of her friends tragically lack. As intimidating she had appeared at first, she was remarkably easy to get along with. So easy, in fact, that Nico was barely surprised to realize her feelings had shifted into something else over time.
And Makoto returned them. Well, of course she would. No one in their right mind could possibly turn down a girl as cherubically adorable, talented and sweet -- or so she says aloud, but in truth, Nico feels incredibly fortunate. Too fortunate, even. Makoto's such a thoughtful and caring girlfriend that it's almost a little upsetting. She always figured she'd be the one to make her partner swoon and think, 'oh, she'd make perfect wife material'. How in the world did she end up on the other end of it?!
It's all right, though. It makes her want to try even harder. And Makoto always seems so grateful when she does, it's enough to stomp down any budding signs of insecurity.
They bicker and quarrel, and maybe Nico can tease her a bit too much at time. The occasional stranger may give them a weird look. But all in all, as far as Nico's dream highschool romance is concerned? This hits surprisingly close to the mark.
It's just... well. This one small issue. That she's going to take care of tonight, if she has it her way.
It's Saturday, which means Mom's at home and Nico doesn't have to watch her siblings, and so she's invited herself to Makoto's for the night. They make dinner together, cry in front of a sappy rom-com (this stuff gets her every time), and when Nico says that they should go to bed, her coy tone and the less-than-subtle batting of her eyelashes leave little room for interpretation. Not twenty minutes later and she's straddling Makoto's lap atop the mattress, stripped down to her bra and skirt, with Makoto's ever-gentle hands at her waist.
"Mako-chan," she coos, the uncharacteristic use of her nickname probably enough to raise a few flags already. Nico's bottom lip sticks out slightly, hands stroking idle circles over her collarbone and shoulders. "You know, lately, Nico's been thinking..."
She trails off, tilting her head down and to the side so that her bangs fall over her eyes. A maidenly blush rushes to her cheeks on perfect cue -- a skill that's taken months of work to master, by the way. "Oh no, it's too embarrassing to say...!"
Makoto turned out to be unexpectedly girly -- from her keen eye for fashion to the elaborate lunch boxes that could even give Nico's a run for their money. She was warm and friendly without it ever coming off as forced, and was always properly appreciative of Nico's cute charm, a crucial trait many of her friends tragically lack. As intimidating she had appeared at first, she was remarkably easy to get along with. So easy, in fact, that Nico was barely surprised to realize her feelings had shifted into something else over time.
And Makoto returned them. Well, of course she would. No one in their right mind could possibly turn down a girl as cherubically adorable, talented and sweet -- or so she says aloud, but in truth, Nico feels incredibly fortunate. Too fortunate, even. Makoto's such a thoughtful and caring girlfriend that it's almost a little upsetting. She always figured she'd be the one to make her partner swoon and think, 'oh, she'd make perfect wife material'. How in the world did she end up on the other end of it?!
It's all right, though. It makes her want to try even harder. And Makoto always seems so grateful when she does, it's enough to stomp down any budding signs of insecurity.
They bicker and quarrel, and maybe Nico can tease her a bit too much at time. The occasional stranger may give them a weird look. But all in all, as far as Nico's dream highschool romance is concerned? This hits surprisingly close to the mark.
It's just... well. This one small issue. That she's going to take care of tonight, if she has it her way.
It's Saturday, which means Mom's at home and Nico doesn't have to watch her siblings, and so she's invited herself to Makoto's for the night. They make dinner together, cry in front of a sappy rom-com (this stuff gets her every time), and when Nico says that they should go to bed, her coy tone and the less-than-subtle batting of her eyelashes leave little room for interpretation. Not twenty minutes later and she's straddling Makoto's lap atop the mattress, stripped down to her bra and skirt, with Makoto's ever-gentle hands at her waist.
"Mako-chan," she coos, the uncharacteristic use of her nickname probably enough to raise a few flags already. Nico's bottom lip sticks out slightly, hands stroking idle circles over her collarbone and shoulders. "You know, lately, Nico's been thinking..."
She trails off, tilting her head down and to the side so that her bangs fall over her eyes. A maidenly blush rushes to her cheeks on perfect cue -- a skill that's taken months of work to master, by the way. "Oh no, it's too embarrassing to say...!"
Sorry about the delay!
Makoto knows Nico well enough to realize she's putting on airs - the real Nico is a lot of things, but 'maidenly' isn't one of them.
She's also been dating her long enough to realize that knowing it's an act, or at least an exaggeration, doesn't make it any less effective. It's the same way she winds up buying Usagi sweets even though she knows those big, teary eyes are just her being silly. Usagi's way less - cunning? - than Nico, but the same idea applies. She loves them, so her immediate reaction overpowers logic.
She leans down, very down, so she can kiss Nico's forehead, stroke her hair and begin idly taking it out of its tails. She even handles Nico's hair gingerly, afraid of tearing it, or pulling on it too roughly. Every motion is slow and deliberate. What could be done in a few seconds is taking a few minutes instead. "Don't worry," she reassures Nico, and even though logic tells her that Nico's the older one, Nico's the more confident one, Nico's the one who initiates most nights, all of that doesn't matter to her. If there's even a chance it's genuine, than Makoto doesn't want to hurt Nico's feelings.
"I mean, if this can... be better for you, I want it to be." Because Makoto's much too big and Nico's much too small. That's just the way they're made. Not just in height, but build. Makoto's got... muscle, she decides to think that about herself, and Nico's scrawny.
It's still good. Nico's beautiful, and just having her shirt off is enough to make Makoto's eyes wander as she finally pulls Nico's hair out of the ribbons and sets them aside. Makoto would never say she doesn't enjoy the sex. But maybe she could be doing more? This is all new to her, after all, and she doesn't quite make the realization that it's new to Nico as well. Her view of romance, and especially sex, is still innocent, single-minded - she's cast herself as the blushing virgin.
"What have you been thinking about?" Makoto coaxes her, wrapping her arms around her back and pulling her closer, until Nico's head is resting against her chest, still covered by her sweater. "Am I doing too much?"
Makoto, no.