Makoto loves days like this. Weekends together with Nico are her favorite time of the week - they can cook together, talk about their weeks, watch movies or just cuddle, and... this. Definitely this.
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?"
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.