amur adonis (ycsh)

[ amur adonis ]


As Shiori went to Yachiyo’s room that night, they didn’t stop from holding hands. They only separated for a little while, just for Shiori to go back to her room to place her bathing supplies and went straight to her destination in another minute. The warmth, Yachiyo has missed it since they parted ways just then, and she didn’t want to let go for the slightest blink.

The room is only lit by a small table lamp and bare minimum lighting from outside the window. Yachiyo made sure the room is clean, discarded the mess of her unfinished clothes and open magazines aside, welcoming Shiori to the room.

Leading the younger girl to her bed, they plopped down on that instant. Words no longer needed—maybe they need it, but it can be for later—as Yachiyo leaned in for comfort. Shiori might be smaller; her hands, her face, her body, her lips – but it was more than enough. Shiori is enough. Or Yachiyo could say sometimes, she is unworthy to have such girl to complete her.

(When is the last time they tangled within an arm stretch? Were they too busy with life just to take a break and indulge on each other’s warmth?)

Even a small gesture of kiss feels like it has been forever since they have done it. No. They actually done it out there, in secret, within a breath, in stealth movement; before going to stage, one during their solo lunch time, and earlier during the aftermath of bathing time-

They ‘smuggled’ a lot of kisses, yet it is never enough.

Shiori clung on her pajama as they keep the small to big kisses in repentance. Taking in each other’s breaths, reeling in to taste, stopping to bump their noses together and examined the clouded gaze mirrored at the front of them. The tangled hair on the bed is divided between pink and blonde hair strands, splayed.

Yachiyo took Shiori’s hand, clasped it close to her chest.

“… Senpai?”

Her voice is smaller than before, perhaps due to the kisses that might have her breathless. Shiori is not one good practitioner of breathing control, though she’s adapting. The pauses are necessary. It is okay to take it slow.

“Feel me.”

Rather than a command, it is more than a plea. Outside of the room, within the eyes of other Edel members, Yachiyo might hate how weak she sounded. With Shiori, however, she knew that it is alright—everything is alright.

“It’s like mine, beating fast.” Shiori admitted.

The blonde then pushed herself to her, replacing the hand with her head, snuggling closer. Yachiyo was sure she almost lose it a while ago, Shiori should’ve noticed her heartbeat accelerated by now.

“Warm.”

Yachiyo could imagine Shiori’s sweet smile accompanying the word. How precious it is to witness, while the said girl in her arms is just too precious to let go if she opted to simply marvel on her expressions.

“Are you sleepy yet?”

Shiori shifted, their gazes are meeting again. This time, the younger girl closed in for a kiss, ghosting her lips on Yachiyo’s as if to answer the question. A shook of her head only served as a firm ‘no’ to the question.

(There is no moment to waste, for them to indulge even more, touching even more – aimlessly, strongly conveying the touches, kissing even deeper, and let the night graced them with silence but each other’s presence.)