Time Alone with Miyabi

It was pretty warm day today. You had traded in your long pants for a pair of shorts and a tank top in an attempt to beat the heat, though you lost the tank-top not long after you put it on. Today was your outdoor chore day, meaning you had to work on trimming the hedges and grass surrounding your house. You would have finished, too, if the heat hadn't made you quit early and scurry for cover underneath your porch awning.

Relaxing in your seat as sweat poured down your body, you felt relieved to be out of the smoldering heat of the sun. You heard the sound of the back door closing, and turned your head to find Miyabi walking out of the house wearing her bikini top and a pair of short shorts.
"You alright, Anon?"
"Yeah, Miyabi. It's just too hot today."
The white-haired girl walked over to the seat next to you and sat down. Shifting over the armrest, she began to slowly stroke and massage your arm, her eyes locked on you.
"I can see what you mean. It got really warm when I came out here." You slowly brought your arm up and over to her stomach, feeling up the firm muscles she'd developed there from her training.
"Yeah, it really feels a lot warmer now," you cooed softly, causing her to blush and look away from you. You felt up her stomach for a little while longer, before you retracted your hand and you both sat there silently, enjoying one anothers' presence. The sounds of trees rustling softly from the slight breeze, the wind-chimes she had hung from a hook on your back porch *gong*-ing, the occasional creak of the wood underneath your feet, all of them filled the silence.

Miyabi suddenly started to speak again. "Anon, you know that I love you, right?" she asked, gruffly. Realizing that she had something important to say, you kept your response brief.
"Yeah. I do."
"And you love me...right? Even if I'm not really feminine?" You considered giving her a look, a "are-you-serious" kind of look, but you resisted the urge and responded to her again.
"Of course I do, Miyabi. I love you more than you could possibly imagine." She went silent again, and when she didn't start talking after a while, you spoke up again. "Why're you asking?"

She kept silent again, seemingly pondering something. You let her finish thinking, and eventually she responded.
"Anon..." she trailed off. "...do you want to take our relationship any further?" Ah. So that's where she was going with this. You decided to play dumb for a little bit, though, since you wanted to hear her ask you more directly.
"What do you mean, Miyabi?"
"You know..."
"Honest! I don't." Your words seemed to light a fire in her, since she suddenly shot up out of her seat. After a deep breath, she stepped in front of you, arms crossed and legs shoulder-width apart in her 'intimidating' pose. You could see her trembling slightly as she stood there, though.
"ANON!" she shouted at you, apparently having forgotten how to control the volume of her voice. "I! AM ASKING! IF YOU WOULD! L-liketomarryme..." she trailed off, losing all sound in her voice until she was speaking in barely a whisper. A huge blush broke out across her face again as she couldn't meet your eyes and looked away, towards the lawn.


A smile broke out across your face as you decided to have some more fun with her. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"I-I want to mmm-..."
"Marry me?" Your words caused her to blush even more. "I thought I was supposed to ask you that?"
"W-well! I-!" she started, ready to give you a scolding like no other, when you cut her off by jumping out of your seat and planting a kiss on her lips. Pulling back, you wrapped your arms around her back and hugged her, pressing your forehead to hers. "Of course I would, Miyabi."
Tears started to spill down her face, some spilling down yours as well, as you both stood there in each others' arms. Eventually, you both broke apart and returned to your seats, taking one of her hands in yours as you sat in silence again, holding hands with one another. You didn't need to talk, only look forward to the future you both had together.