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The final flash lit up the studio.
"Perfect!" the photographer exclaimed as he lowered his camera. "That's a wrap!"
A few rounds of applause echoed through the room. The crew had already started packing up the equipment while the makeup artists stepped forward one last time to dust away the last traces of powder from the actresses' faces.
Miu let out a quiet sigh before subtly rolling her shoulders.
"Finally..."
Lena turned to her with an amused smile.
"Tired?"
"A little. We've been posing for almost two hours."
"And yet you still make exactly the same face every time you're in front of a camera."
Miu raised an eyebrow.
"Was that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Of course."
"Liar."
Lena burst into laughter. Even after all these years together, she still loved teasing her girlfriend.
And Miu still fell for it every single time.
"Alright, ladies!"
Their manager raised his tablet above his head.
"We're already running late for the interviews. Lena, we're leaving in two minutes!"
Lena put on an exaggeratedly offended expression.
"At least let us breathe for a second..."
"You can breathe in the car," he replied without even looking up from his schedule.
Lena rolled her eyes before grabbing her jacket. Beside her, Miu absentmindedly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear while watching her from the corner of her eye.
As always...
Before they parted...
They had their little ritual.
A hug.
A kiss.
Even if it was quick. Even if they had to steal it between staff members. It had become such a natural habit that no one paid it any attention anymore.
Lena's phone vibrated inside the pocket of her jacket. She grimaced as soon as she saw the caller ID.
"Sorry..."
She answered immediately.
"Yeah?... I'm coming... No, I'm still at the studio... Give me two minutes."
She hung up almost immediately and let out a small sigh.
"They're already waiting for me in the other building."
"Oh..."
Without really thinking about it, Lena stepped closer to Miu. She slipped her arms around her waist and pulled her into a brief hug.
"See you tonight."
Miu returned the embrace with a small smile.
"See you tonight."
"Lena!"
"Yeah, yeah! I'm coming!"
She let go of Miu with a soft laugh.
"I've gotta run."
Grabbing her bag, she hurried out of the studio.
Miu stayed where she was.
The smile slowly faded from her face as she watched Lena disappear through the studio door.
Then it closed.
That's it?
She blinked.
A tiny pout formed on her lips before she could stop it. Almost absentmindedly, she lifted a hand to her cheek.
Empty.
No kiss.
Not even a tiny one.
"Miu?"
She gave a slight start.
One of the makeup artists was holding out her water bottle.
"Everything okay?"
Miu glanced back toward the door.
"Yeah..."
Silence settled between them.
Then she murmured so quietly it was almost to herself,
"Well..."
Her cheeks puffed out ever so slightly.
"Not really..."
Silence returned to the studio after Lena left.
Miu lowered her gaze for a few seconds before quietly exhaling.
"Alright..."
One of the makeup artists smiled at her.
"Ready for your solo portraits?"
Miu nodded.
"Yeah."
The photographer glanced through the photos on his camera.
"Let's switch sets!"
Assistants hurried around, moving lights and changing backdrops while the stylist stepped in to adjust Miu's jacket. She let everyone fuss over her without complaint, noticeably quieter than she had been only minutes earlier.
"Eyes over here."
Miu automatically turned her head.
"Perfect."
One flash.
Then another.
She offered the smile they asked for.
A professional smile.
The one she knew exactly how to wear in front of a camera.
"Beautiful!"
And yet...
Every time there was a break between shots, her eyes drifted back toward the door Lena had walked through.
She knew perfectly well Lena hadn't forgotten on purpose.
She'd simply been in a hurry.
A very big hurry.
But that didn't stop her from feeling disappointed.
Because it wasn't just a kiss.
It was their kiss.
Their little ritual before going their separate ways.
Their quiet way of wishing each other a good day.
And today...
It hadn't happened.
"Miu?"
She snapped back to reality.
"Yes?"
"Look at me."
She immediately slipped back into character, posing as though nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, a few streets away...
Lena finally unclipped her microphone as the production crew thanked her for the interview.
"Thank you so much!"
"Thank you."
She waved goodbye to everyone before pulling out her phone.
No new messages.
Without thinking much about it, she opened her chat with Miu.
Lena
Interview's over.
A few minutes passed before her phone buzzed.
Miu
Okay.
Lena frowned slightly.
That was...
Short.
Very short.
She quickly typed another message.
Lena
How's the photoshoot going?
The reply came almost immediately.
Miu
Good.
...
Lena stared at the screen for a few seconds.
Normally, Miu always added something.
A picture.
An emoji.
A complaint about how hot the studio lights were.
Or simply:
Miss you already.
Today...
Nothing.
She gently pressed her lips together.
Maybe she's just tired...
Her manager poked his head through the doorway.
"Lena, the car's waiting."
"Coming!"
She slipped her phone back into her pocket without giving it another thought.
───
Noon came faster than expected.
Between two events, Lena took advantage of a short break to sit in the car for a few minutes. The first thing she did was pull out her phone.
That same strange feeling lingered.
Those replies still felt... off.
She opened a food delivery app.
Miu probably hasn't had time to eat.
Without hesitating, she ordered Miu's favorite lunch: Japanese curry, a milk tea, and a strawberry cheesecake.
A few seconds later, she sent her a message.
Lena
I had lunch delivered to the studio for you.
Don't forget to eat.
This time, several minutes passed before her phone finally buzzed.
Miu
Thanks.
Once again.
Nothing else.
Lena stared at the screen.
"That's... weird."
She scrolled back through their conversation.
Three messages.
Three replies.
Each one just as short as the last.
She let out a quiet sigh.
Okay... I definitely did something.
But what?
The rest of the day seemed to drag on forever.
Between a radio interview, an event for a cosmetics brand, and an impromptu autograph session, Lena barely had a moment to herself.
Still, every chance she got, she checked her phone.
The replies never changed.
Short.
Polite.
Distant.
That wasn't like Miu at all.
More than once, Lena almost called her.
Each time, she stopped herself.
Better let her work.
By the time she finally stepped into their apartment, it was a little after eight in the evening.
The comforting scent of fresh laundry and soap greeted her as soon as she walked inside.
She kicked off her sneakers and dropped her bag beside the entryway cabinet.
"Baby? I'm home!"
No answer.
Even so, a smile tugged at her lips.
She already knew where Miu probably was.
The living room.
Or the bedroom.
She walked down the hallway and peeked toward the couch.
Empty.
The television was playing quietly in the background, though no one was watching it.
"Miu?"
"In the bedroom."
Her voice drifted through the half-open door.
Lena headed there immediately.
Miu was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
She had clearly just gotten out of the shower.
Her damp hair was wrapped in a towel, and she was wearing nothing more than a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized T-shirt that most likely belonged to Lena.
An open book rested on her lap.
She glanced up briefly.
"Hey."
Then she immediately went back to reading.
Lena paused.
...That's weird.
Usually, Miu dropped everything the second Lena came home.
She'd come looking for her hug.
Her kiss.
Sometimes both before Lena even had the chance to take off her shoes.
Today...
Nothing.
Deciding not to dwell on it, Lena walked over to the bed with a tired smile.
"I thought I'd never make it home..."
Still no reaction.
She sat down beside Miu.
"Did you eat the lunch I sent?"
"Yeah."
"Was it good?"
"Yeah."
Lena turned slightly toward her.
The answers were still painfully short.
She rested a hand on Miu's thigh.
"Hey..."
At last, Miu looked up.
"What?"
Lena smiled at her softly.
"I missed you."
For the briefest moment, Miu's expression softened.
Then she closed her book.
"I'm going to make dinner."
She stood up from the bed.
Instinctively, Lena caught her wrist.
"Wait."
Miu turned back.
Lena rose to her feet, slipping a hand around Miu's waist and gently pulling her closer.
Like every evening.
Naturally.
She tilted her head, ready to press a kiss to Miu's lips...
But at the very last second, Miu turned her face away.
Lena's lips met nothing but air.
She froze.
Blinking several times, she frowned.
"...Huh?"
Without a word, Miu slipped out of her embrace. Folding her arms across her chest, she looked at Lena with a perfectly controlled little pout.
"No kisses."
Lena stared at her for a few seconds, convinced she'd misheard.
Miu didn't budge.
Arms crossed, lips gently pressed together, she held Lena's gaze with an almost impressive level of seriousness.
"...Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"You're serious?"
"Very."
Lena studied her for another moment before letting out a quiet laugh.
"Alright... very funny."
She leaned in again.
This time, Miu simply raised one hand between them, resting her palm against Lena's chest to stop her.
"I said no."
Lena arched an eyebrow.
"Not even one little kiss?"
"No."
"On the cheek?"
"No."
"Forehead?"
"Still no."
"What about your nose?"
The corner of Miu's mouth twitched.
Just barely.
But it was enough for Lena to catch it.
"Aha!"
She pointed a finger at her.
"You almost smiled!"
"I absolutely did not."
"I saw it."
"You imagined it."
Lena shook her head, laughing.
"You're actually pouting."
"Mmh."
"For real."
"Mmh."
Without another word, Miu walked past her toward the kitchen.
She'd barely taken three steps before someone caught her hand.
She looked down.
Lena.
"Where are you going?"
"To make dinner."
"So you really are mad at me?"
"Maybe."
Miu simply looked back at her with the most innocent expression imaginable.
"Are you coming?"
Lena let out a quiet huff and followed her into the kitchen.
She leaned against the counter while Miu opened the refrigerator.
"So..."
Silence.
"Are you going to tell me what I did?"
"No."
"You want me to guess?"
"If you want."
"That could take a while."
"I'm patient."
Lena laughed.
"Oh, really? We'll see about that."
She walked over again.
Very slowly.
Until she was standing right behind Miu.
She wrapped both arms around her waist and rested her chin on her shoulder.
"Am I still allowed to do this?"
Miu stayed still for a few seconds before sighing softly.
"Yes."
"So hugs are allowed?"
"Yes."
"Holding hands?"
"Yes."
"Kisses?"
Miu simply turned her head enough to look at her.
The exact same serious expression.
"You already know the answer."
Lena let out the most dramatic sigh she could manage.
"This is going to be a very long evening..."
Miu calmly went back to preparing dinner.
This time, she couldn't quite stop the tiny smile tugging at her lips.
Fortunately for her...
Lena was too busy pouting behind her to notice.
Eventually, Lena gave up.
Or at least, that's what she wanted Miu to believe.
"Fine," she muttered. "I'm going to take a shower."
Miu didn't answer.
She simply took two bowls from the cupboard and set them on the table.
A few minutes later, the sound of running water stopped.
Miu was finishing the rice when she heard footsteps behind her.
She didn't turn around.
"Done already?"
No answer.
Then...
Two arms wrapped gently around her waist.
Lena.
Her cheek, still warm from the shower, rested against Miu's shoulder, while her damp hair tickled the back of Miu's neck.
"Teerak..."
Her voice had turned soft.
Almost pleading.
Miu felt Lena tighten her embrace just a little, drawing her closer without pinning her against the counter. One of her hands slipped beneath the hem of Miu's T-shirt, her fingertips lazily caressing the warm skin of her stomach.
A familiar gesture.
Tender.
Instinctive.
Miu fought back a small shiver.
"I miss you..." Lena murmured against the nape of her neck.
She placed the lightest kiss there.
Then another.
And another.
Only on her neck.
Never on her lips.
"You said, 'No kisses,'" Lena whispered with a faint smile.
"You never said my neck was off-limits."
Miu pressed her lips together to hide a smile.
"So now you're looking for loopholes?"
"Of course."
A satisfied grin spread across Lena's face.
"I've always been good at negotiating."
Her hand continued its lazy caress across Miu's stomach.
"So... at least tell me what I did."
"I hate seeing you upset with me."
Miu stayed quiet for a few moments.
Then, without turning around, she gently took Lena's hands in hers.
"I'm not upset," she said softly.
She paused.
"I'm pouting."
A fond little laugh escaped Lena.
"Oh..."
"That's different."
"It definitely is..."
For a brief moment, Lena buried her face against Miu's neck.
"I'd like my girlfriend back..."
Miu felt the corners of her lips twitch upward, but forced herself to stay serious.
"You still have her."
"Then why does it feel like she's genuinely pouting at me?"
Miu drew in a quiet breath.
"Because she is."
Reluctantly, Lena loosened her embrace.
She took Miu's hands and stepped back half a pace, silently asking her to turn around.
After a brief hesitation, Miu slowly did.
Finally, they were face to face.
Her arms immediately crossed over her chest again.
The little pout hadn't disappeared.
Lena couldn't help smiling.
"You're way too cute when you pout."
No response.
She lifted a hand, gently tapped the tip of Miu's nose before placing a tiny kiss there.
Instinctively, Miu scrunched her nose.
It wrinkled just like a grumpy little kitten's.
Lena let out a soft laugh.
"Look at that...
Even your nose is mad at me."
Miu looked away.
"Stop..."
"No."
"Lena..."
"It's adorable."
Miu puffed out her cheeks a little more.
Lena felt her heart completely melt.
Tilting her head, she smiled.
"I think I've found a solution."
Miu raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"Mmh."
A mischievous grin spread across Lena's lips.
"If you refuse to tell me why you're pouting..."
She slowly wiggled her fingers right in front of Miu.
"...I'll just have to tickle it out of you."
Miu's eyes widened immediately.
"Lena... don't you dare."
"Are you going to talk?"
"No."
"Wrong answer."
Lena reached for her waist.
Miu hurried backward before spinning around with a little squeal.
"No!"
Laughing, Lena chased after her around the dining table.
Miu tried weaving around the chairs to escape, already laughing despite herself, before dashing into the bedroom.
A mistake she realized the moment she spotted the bed.
Nowhere left to hide.
"Oh..."
She didn't even have time to turn back.
Lena caught her around the waist.
"Got you."
With another burst of laughter, Lena gently toppled her onto the mattress before climbing over her, simply trapping Miu's legs between her own without hurting her.
"That's cheating," Miu protested.
"Absolutely."
Lena's fingers immediately danced along Miu's sides.
Miu burst into laughter, squirming helplessly beneath her.
"Lena! Stop!"
"Giving up?"
Miu shook her head, too breathless to answer.
Lena resumed her attack, earning another fit of laughter.
"Okay! Okay! I surrender!"
Lena stopped immediately.
Little by little, silence settled over the bedroom again, broken only by their uneven breathing.
Miu tried to glare at her.
With flushed cheeks, messy hair, and tears of laughter glistening in the corners of her eyes, she wasn't intimidating in the slightest.
Lena's smile softened.
"You're honestly too cute when you pout."
"Stop making fun of me..."
"I'm not."
Slowly, Lena relaxed a little more against the mattress without ever putting her weight on Miu.
With one hand, she gently gathered both of Miu's wrists together above her head.
With the other, she brushed a damp strand of hair away from Miu's forehead.
"Lena..."
Her voice was much less steady than before.
Lena shifted a little closer until she was naturally settled between Miu's legs.
They knew each other far too well.
Their eyes met.
No words.
Only the sound of their breathing, still slightly uneven.
Slowly, Lena leaned in until the tip of her nose brushed against Miu's.
Nose to nose.
"Talk to me, Teerak..." she whispered.
Her voice was so gentle that Miu immediately felt her resolve begin to crumble.
Lena softly rubbed her nose against hers.
Once.
Then again.
"Tell me what I did..."
Miu lowered her gaze for a moment.
Then looked back up at her.
The pout was still there...
But it no longer seemed nearly as convincing.
Silence lingered between them.
Finally, in the shyest whisper, she murmured,
"Kiss me..."
Lena's smile widened immediately.
"Oh..."
"So you're not pouting anymore?"
Miu held her gaze for a few seconds before answering with all the stubbornness she could muster,
"I am."
Lena let out a soft laugh.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"And yet you're the one who just asked me to kiss you."
Miu pressed her lips together, unable to come up with a proper comeback.
Then, still wearing the same serious expression, she quietly said,
"I'm pouting..."
"...but that doesn't mean I don't want you to kiss me anymore."
Lena felt her heart melt.
She leaned in slowly.
Their lips were only a few centimeters apart.
Almost instinctively, Miu closed her eyes and tilted her face up ever so slightly...
But at the last second, Lena pulled back.
Just enough.
"Lena..." Miu whispered.
Without letting go of her wrists, Lena loosened her grip a little more. Her thumb gently stroked Miu's delicate skin.
"Not yet."
"First, I want to know."
"Why are you really pouting, Teerak?"
Silence settled between them once more.
Miu studied Lena's face for a long moment.
Finally, she let out the tiniest sigh.
"You forgot..." she whispered.
"Forgot what?"
Miu pouted again.
"This morning..."
"You left without kissing me."
Lena simply looked at her for a few seconds.
Then her expression softened.
"All this... because I left without kissing you?"
Miu nodded gently, her little pout still firmly in place.
"You left without kissing me..." she murmured again.
Lena felt her chest tighten.
"I'm sorry, Teerak..."
She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss at the corner of Miu's lips.
A featherlight kiss.
An apology more than anything else.
Then she stopped only a breath away.
"One kiss isn't going to be enough..."
"I'm going to have to kiss you again... and again."
This time, she finally closed the distance.
Her lips gently captured Miu's lower lip in a slow, patient kiss.
Miu felt the last of her resolve crumble.
At last, she kissed Lena back.
A real kiss.
Long.
Soft.
When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads remained resting together.
Lena smiled.
"Do you forgive me?"
Miu pretended to think it over.
Then, with a playful little smile,
"Not yet..."
Lena chuckled softly before kissing her again.
This time, the kiss lingered a little longer.
Miu responded immediately, naturally slipping her arms around Lena's neck.
They traded several slow, lazy kisses, as though trying to make up for every one they'd missed throughout the day.
Lena smiled against her lips.
Miu let out a quiet giggle, having completely forgotten about her little pout.
Their foreheads rested together for another moment.
Their eyes met—warm, affectionate, full of quiet understanding.
Then, almost absentmindedly, Miu's hands slipped beneath Lena's T-shirt.
A faint shiver ran through Lena before she claimed Miu's lips once more in a deeper kiss.
"Now..."
"Open that pretty mouth..."
"Let me convince you."
The kiss deepened.
A muffled whimper escaped Miu's throat.
This time, she didn't simply receive the kiss.
Her fingers gripped Lena's shoulders, then slid down her back, bunching the fabric of her T-shirt in her hands.
Lena leaned over her a little more.
One hand slipped beneath Miu's shirt, gliding slowly up the curve of her waist until her fingertips gently brushed the underside of her breast.
Miu arched into the touch ever so slightly.
"Lena..."
"Shh..."
But Miu didn't let her finish.
She tugged harder at Lena's T-shirt.
Lena sat up just enough to pull it over her head.
At last, their bare skin met.
Miu immediately ran her hands over Lena's exposed back, slowly tracing the curves of her sides. Her legs parted a little wider.
Lena trailed kisses down the length of Miu's neck, each one more lingering than the last. She took one of Miu's breasts into her mouth, gently suckling the already hardened nipple before grazing it lightly with her teeth, drawing a soft cry from her.
Her free hand slipped beneath Miu's shorts, finding the warm, slick heat between her thighs without hesitation.
"Were you really pouting all day..."
"...or were you thinking about this?"
"Both..." Miu moaned, already rocking her hips in search of Lena's fingers.
Miu tugged at Lena's shorts, and Lena lifted her hips to help.
Lena returned the favor, slowly sliding Miu's shorts down her thighs until she was completely bare beneath her.
Miu's hands immediately wandered back to Lena's breasts, lingering there before pulling her closer.
Lena slowly kissed her way back down, leaving a trail of kisses across her stomach and along the inside of her thighs, deliberately lingering just short of where Miu wanted her most.
Miu whimpered impatiently.
Her fingers buried themselves in Lena's hair, gently urging her closer.
"Stop making me wait..."
"You spent the whole day pouting."
"Now it's my turn."
Finally, Lena's tongue found her.
One long, slow stroke, lingering over her clit.
Miu threw her head back with a moan.
Her hips lifted instinctively as she gently guided Lena by her hair.
Two fingers slowly slipped inside her.
Lena let out a muffled moan against her as well.
She gradually picked up the pace before easing in a third finger.
"Lena..."
"I'm close..."
"Then let go."
Miu's entire body tensed.
A long, husky moan escaped her lips as she came.
Lena kept going through her orgasm until Miu tugged more firmly on her hair, too sensitive to take any more.
Lena climbed back up and kissed her.
She slowly rubbed herself against Miu's thigh.
"I want you..."
Still trembling slightly, Miu slipped a hand between them and found Lena's clit, stroking her in quick circles.
"More..."
"Please..."
With one fluid movement, Miu rolled Lena onto her back and settled astride her.
She pressed their bodies together, rubbing them against each other—slowly at first, then faster.
This time, she was unmistakably the one setting the pace.
Leaning down, she captured Lena in a deep kiss.
"I love your mouth..."
"...your lips..."
"...your fingers..."
"...and the sounds you make."
Lena swore softly under her breath.
She slipped two fingers inside Miu once more.
Miu answered immediately, easing her own fingers into Lena.
They came almost at the same time.
Miu tightened around Lena's fingers as she climaxed, while Lena arched beneath her, a husky "Teerak " falling from her lips.
They stayed wrapped around each other, breathing hard.
Lena gently combed her fingers through Miu's hair, placing soft kisses against her temples, her eyelids, and the corner of her mouth.
"I'm never forgetting to kiss you before I leave in the morning again..."
"You'd better not," Miu murmured against her skin, a tired little smile tugging at her lips.
"Because next time..."
"...I'll take away a lot more than just your goodbye kiss."
Lena chuckled quietly, pulling her closer.
"Noted, my favorite little pouty girl."
Miu lifted her head just enough to give her a teasing look.
"Oh?"
"So you have others?"
Lena laughed.
With one smooth movement, she rolled Miu onto her back, ending up above her once more.
She kissed her slowly, deeply before whispering against her lips,
"You're unbelievably stubborn..."
"I love you."
Miu smiled into the kiss.
"I love you too."
The End
Keep reading if you'd like a little more... 💋
Bonus – More Spicy
They stayed wrapped around each other, their breathing still uneven. Lena threaded a hand through Miu's hair, placing gentle kisses against her temples, her eyelids, and the corner of her mouth.
"I'm never forgetting to kiss you before I leave in the morning again..."
"You'd better not..." Miu murmured against her skin, a tired little smile tugging at her lips. "Or next time, I'll take away a lot more than just your goodbye kiss."
Lena laughed softly, holding her a little tighter.
"Noted, my favorite pouty girl."
Then she gave Miu's hair a gentle tug, just enough to make her lift her head. Their eyes met. Lena kissed her slowly, deeply, while Miu remained sprawled on top of her, her full weight resting comfortably against Lena's body.
Their hands began to wander again, teasing this time.
Lena let her fingers trail down Miu's back, over the curve of her hips before giving her ass a slow squeeze. Miu let out a soft moan against Lena's lips when her fingers slipped lower, brushing between her thighs from behind, finding her still slick with ease.
"So you really want to make it up to me..." Miu breathed, her voice husky.
Lena smiled against her lips.
"You've already forgiven me, kitten..."
"...but..."
She gave Miu a playful swat, just firm enough to make her body jolt.
"Come here."
Miu understood immediately.
She slowly pushed herself upright, climbing over Lena's body with deliberate, provocative slowness. Kneeling on either side of Lena's head, she spread her thighs before lowering herself until her wet heat rested against Lena's mouth.
A satisfied moan rumbled in Lena's throat as she kissed her immediately.
Miu braced both hands against the wall behind the bed and lowered herself the rest of the way.
A long moan escaped her the instant Lena's tongue slipped between her folds.
She knows exactly what I like...
Lena didn't have to search.
She already knew Miu's taste.
She already knew exactly how she responded.
She began with slow, broad strokes of her tongue, moving from bottom to top, just the way Miu loved at the start. Then she narrowed the tip of her tongue, tracing tiny circles around her clit without quite touching it, leaving her deliciously impatient.
Miu squirmed, chasing the contact.
Lena smiled against her.
At last, she gave in, taking Miu's clit gently between her lips, sucking with the steady rhythm she knew by heart while sliding two fingers inside her. She curled them immediately, finding that familiar spot that always made Miu's thighs tremble.
Her hands refused to stay still.
She caressed the insides of Miu's thighs, squeezing them gently before letting her hands wander higher to spread her a little wider. Every so often, she'd give her soft flesh a playful pinch, just enough to make Miu shiver.
Miu's lips were parted.
Her breathing had grown ragged.
Her eyes were half-lidded.
Every subtle change in Lena's rhythm drew a different sound from her.
Lena knew every inch of her.
She knew when to slow down.
She knew when to press a little harder.
She even knew how much Miu loved feeling the brush of her nose against her clit while her tongue worked lower.
Miu tilted her head back, her cheeks burning as she looked down at Lena between her thighs.
"Don't stop..."
"...just like that..."
"...harder..."
Lena let out a muffled moan against her and obeyed.
She sucked harder.
Her fingers moved faster, spreading Miu a little wider as her palms glided over warm, damp skin.
When her tongue pushed deeper, a lower, almost startled moan escaped Miu's lips.
Everything was familiar—
the warmth,
the taste,
the way Miu tightened around her.
Miu could no longer hold herself upright.
Her hands slipped away from the wall and buried themselves in Lena's hair instead.
Her forehead rested against the cool wall, lips parted, breaths coming in short gasps.
Her thighs began to tremble, then quiver beneath Lena's hands.
Lena felt it immediately—
the growing tension,
the shivers,
the subtle change in rhythm.
Miu's moans became shorter, higher, more desperate.
Her hips moved on their own now, silently asking for more.
Lena didn't slow down.
Her tongue remained steady and precise while her fingers pushed a little deeper.
Miu clenched her jaw for a brief moment.
Then a long, ragged moan broke free.
"Ahh... Lena..."
Her whole body went taut.
Her thighs closed instinctively around Lena's head, warm and trembling.
Her climax came in uneven waves as she tightened around Lena's fingers again and again.
Each pulse drew another sound from her—high and breathless at first, then lower, longer, completely unrestrained.
Her clit throbbed beneath Lena's tongue, so sensitive it almost bordered on painful, every stroke stretching out the pleasure just a little longer.
Through it all, Miu never let go of Lena's hair.
Her fingers remained tangled in it, her nails pressing lightly against Lena's scalp.
Lena groaned against her as she felt Miu come, the low, guttural vibration sending another shiver through Miu's body.
She could taste her more intensely now, feel every lingering contraction around her fingers.
She continued for a few more seconds, gentler this time, following each aftershock until Miu let out an oversensitive whimper and gave her hair a small tug.
"Hn... stop..."
Lena felt Miu try to straighten up, but her legs were still shaking, unsteady beneath her.
"L-Le..."
As Lena's nose accidentally brushed against her still oversensitive clit, another violent shudder ran through Miu, stealing yet another muffled moan from her.
"Mmh..." Lena murmured with an amused, slightly husky chuckle.
For a long moment, Miu remained leaning against the cool wall, breathing hard, a light sheen of sweat covering her skin.
Her heart was still racing.
Eventually, she slowly lowered herself, sliding down until she was lying against Lena's warm body once more, their faces finally level again.
Lena slowly ran her tongue over her lips, still savoring Miu's taste, then gave her a playful wink.
A faint smile spread across Miu's face.
With a hand that was still trembling slightly, she gently pinched Lena's cheeks.
Then she kissed her, tasting herself on Lena's lips before whispering softly against her mouth, her voice still unsteady,
"Don't ever forget me again..."
Lena smiled, gently threading her fingers through Miu's still-damp hair.
"I promise, Teerak."
Miu shivered lightly as their warm, slightly sticky skin brushed together.
"Oh..."
Lena let out a quiet, teasing laugh.
"My pouty girl..."
Miu buried her face in the crook of Lena's neck, breathing in the comforting scent of soap and warm skin.
"Stop..."
Lena's laughter softened.
She wrapped her arms around Miu, savoring the familiar weight of her body against her own.
She pressed a gentle kiss into her hair.
Then another against her temple.
"Alright..."
"I'll stop."
They stayed like that for a while, skin against skin.
Little by little, Miu's breathing settled against Lena's neck.
Outside, night had already fallen.
Inside, there was nothing but the warmth of their bodies, the soft rustle of the sheets, and the quiet peace of their apartment.
Lena slowly let a hand glide down Miu's back, her fingertips lingering over skin that still trembled ever so slightly.
"I love you, Teerak."
Miu tightened her arm around her just a little.
"Well..."
Lena raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
A tiny smile curved Miu's lips.
"I'm your favorite pouty girl."
Then, in a much softer voice, barely above a whisper, she added,
"I love you, Lena."