hi! i just wanna go on here (again) to say that i'll not post anything for a little while ^^ it's just there's so much going on
although i'll keep the asks open! (i'm working on the pending asks too, so don't worry ><)
i did have the motivation to write after my finals, and i was supposed to finish my new samo fic but it was just so exhausting to see everything and to deal with what just happened haha anyways! i hope you guys heal from everything too :<
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
since weâve lost 3 major others to plagiarismâŠ
do you have any recs for other authors? whoâre your faves? i itch to read but i dont know where to go from here đ
REEEALLL thankfully there seems to be a resurgence in writers but some of the ogs are still around lets see đ
@miinatozakiii ofc my darling altho shes in her nwjns phase rn she still has lots of twice works to get thru
@neoplatinum wife is making a cb perhaps soon but most incred sana fics that are tattooed permanently in my brain
@cry4mina smut machine w lots of wips that im vvvvv keen for they have one of the sexiest brains in twiceland tumblr
@nr1chaedickrider resident dark / angst writer who just released new sana fic that im vvvvvvv excited to read and from the reviews⊠maybe cry about
@ghostykapi i have a secret crush on them i think theyre so cool and i love their works
@momotorin baddieee my samo bestie their works are crack to me
@httpsyeons OBSSESSSSEDDDDD i love dee and i think theyre such a talented writer and they put out sm work so quickly
@momoswifee this one a blog to look out for theyre still baby but they got big plans and im sat for them
@myouicieloz theyre 10th member od au has me in shambles theyre so talented its insane
@raainberry the most incredible beautifully written long fics (i love long fics) rain is someone i look up to alot
@miusana who used to be @idlesana and is making a comeback i was a massive fan of idlesana when i was a reader and im so excited that theyre back
@seoltzuki i swear i feel like theyve been around foreveeerrrr and thats bcs theyre fics are just so consistent and amazing
@lesbiankimdahyun mmmmm fics so good i eat so well but make sure u adhere to their warning post! theyre v strict on ageless etc blogs!!
@ot9snumber1 she hasnt been as active but theyre my pookie bear they have such a cool brain i love their fics and creativity
ive probably forgotten people but i just woke up and i should still be asleep so my brain is not functioning right đ€ hope at least one of these writers is new to u and u find something u enjoy!!
i don't know anymore this just ruins my drive back to write knowing that there could be lurkers out here that could just copy my hours and hours of work on a fic that i did purely out of my creativity (and a little bit of help from friends)
writing isn't a joke, would never be a joke.
some people use this as an outlet for their feelings and cannot be reproduced in the same context
god... finding even that person to entrust my drafts with... i feel sick
coming on here just to say that i adored saidahyunnie GOD FUCKING CHRIST i made a fic with them because they were so nice and stuff they were the only person to relate to me and my f1 yap
this is a very disappointing moment, especially adoring their works too just to find out that it isn't theirs?
it just hurts me because i really thought that they were a friend that really connected with me and they were so angry about the other writer who also plagiarized
it's just so ironic... i was here getting them to suggest with how i write
synopsis: sana gets convinced into doing one more job on behalf of her coworker momo, and within the job she meets you.
tags: smut, g!p mechanic! sana, spoiled brat! reader, nasty nasty, actually appalled at my own writing (positive), sanaâs rude and pervy, reader is also a smidge rude, choking, author doesn't know how to end fics, mechanic sana save me
âhey, sana!â
sana looks up, mouth parted as she heaves, sweat glistening on her temple. work, for the most part, busy, wearing her down. the sleeves of her uniform were rolled to her forearms, similar sweat coating them as she patted oil off her delicate hands.
hard to believe someone so model-esque found themself working as a mechanic, but oh well, sana loves her job.
she meets the eyes of coworker, momo, similarly distressed, only more muscular, less thin.
âyes, momo?â she gruffs, rolling her eyes, focusing back to scrubbing at her hand, grumpy and tired.
âwell thatâs no way to greet your friend.â momo grins at her, flirty to her as always, sana feeling a tint of pink coat her cheeks. âlisten, i got one more job, i canât take it, but i was hoping you could?â
sana scoffs, because how does momo think sheâs just going to take up another job, free of cost?
âyeah right, momo. iâm not doing that.â she shrugs the girl off, turning away and keeping and the hasty scrubbing.
âwait! come on, sana.â sana feels herself turn, never one to ignore momo when pouty, unfortunately. âplease, i really gotta get home to the pups, i promised them a special treat for doing good at their vet visit.â momo shines puppy dog eyes of her own, and sana feels her exterior crack. god, she wished she had better self control.
she acts like sheâs thinking, tossing the towel over her shoulder, eyes narrowing over momo as she hums.
âhmmmâŠâ momo only pouts harder, of course, and sana loves watching the girl before her, almost enough to keep teasing her.
âplease, sana! iâll do anything.â the older raises her hands before her, clamped together tight, and the younger grins.
âfine, iâm keeping note of that âanythingâ though.â sana grins, shorter girls expression shifting into a gooey smile, dark blush on her cheeks.
âthank you, so so much sana-chan.â
the girl rolls her eyes playfully, walking past momo, murmuring at her side, âyeah, yeah, momoring.â before teasingly swatting at her behind, leaving her there, all flustered per usual.
sana eyes the pretty white bmw parked right at a station, seemingly, fine. it makes her nod, pretty car, expensiveâ this customer would for sure fork up some money.
sana wasnât rude, or a scammer, but where she saw fit, sheâd definitely try to maneuver some deals.
âugh, finally!â
the brunettes brows scrunch at the sound, looking up to who was sitting up against the drivers door, dressed head to toe in luxury, from pretty prada skirt to a matching tight topâ you.
âdo you know how long iâve been waiting? the last worker i got just tried talking me up for 10 minutes.â you roll your eyes, pushing away from the door, taking quick steps to reach sana, standing right before her.
sana lets her jaw tighten, tilting her head and looking down at you when you reach her.
ârightâŠâ she glances you up and down, ignoring the quick scoff you let out as she checks you out, âwhat did you need?â
âi donât know, isnât that your job?â you cross your arms before you, shooting sana a pointed glare, quirking a perfectly carved brow up. for someone so rude, you were just her type. pretty, femme, just the right amount shorterâ gosh what is sana thinking.
âi guess it is, but what is the problem you came here for?â
âthereâs some weird,â you wave your manicured hands before you, bracelets jingling as you do, âsmoke coming out from my exhaust.â
âah.â sana gently shrugs you away, pushing toward the hood of the car. âyou probably need an oil change, should take no more than 10 minutes. can you open this?â
you take a long blink before stepping over to the drivers side, bending down to tug the handle to open the hood. sana lets her gaze linger, specifically, tilting her head to get a good view of how the skirt fabric rises, your bottom peaking out. you snap back up, and so does sana, not realizing she had started leaning her whole body forward to get a better view.
âthanks, honey.â sana grins, popping the hood up, still ignorant to the small gag she drew from you. how she wanted you gagging elsewhere.
sana works quick, and you watch attentively. unfortunately attracted to the way her forearms clench and the veins coursing her hands. it makes you tighten your jaw, trying desperately to ignore her. trying to ignore the faint blush coating your cheeks, swearing by it being your dior blush.
âalright,â you hear sana snap the hood shut, and you look up locking eyes with her from where you sat in the car. you rise up, facing her once more, and nodding at her to go on. âthatâs gonna cost you 175, maâam.â
sana smiles, she knows sheâs running it high, but based off the way you present yourself, sheâd be in for some winnings.
âwhat?â you flinch, looking at sana dumbfounded, who only shrugs.
âthatâs average price maâam, i even took it down a bit for having something so pretty to look at while i worked.â you once more contort your face with disgust, faux, but sana doesnât need to know that.
âi donâtâŠâ you stutter and your flushed now for a new reason, embarrassment. you poke your tongue to your cheek, looking around and trying to find some excuse other than the truth.
âyou donât what? have money?â sanaâs the one scoffing now, looking between your outfit and the car, âhoney, youâre drenched in designer and driving a bmw, newer model may i add. i know you have money.â
you huff and look at her, brows softening, doe eyes of your own forming. sana feels her resolve ache, and worse than that, a twinge of arousal course her veins.
âitâs just,â you take a step closer, âmy dad has me grounded and froze my cards, i wonât have money until, i donât know, next week?â sana admires the embarrassment costing your cheeks.
âi donât know what to tell you then.â sana opts to play hard to get. she shrugs, moving toward the car.
âi can lock your car here and you can get it when you have money?â her back is to you so she canât savor in the pout probably forming on your lips, but she hears you whine, and thatâs almost enough. she hears your boots hitting the ground, grinning to herself, only before feeling you grab her forearm. manicured hands barely holding her back, she still pauses.
âwait, missâŠâ she turns, looking to you once more, wiping the smile from her face before doing so.
âsana. and drop the formality.â
âsana. are you sure we canât work something out?â you lean in a little closer to her, just the smallest amount so sheâd get part of the hint. however, sana still wanted you to work for it.
âyeah? like what.â she turns to you fully, not removing your hand, and not moving back when you step closer, and closer, and so close your bodies are almost flush. she shudders when you lean up to her ear, lips brushing against it ever slightly.
âi could give you some service?â your breath is hot and damp and right to her ear, and she canât help the twitching of her cock. you lean back down, small grin on your face, doe eyes on full display as you bat your lashes.
ânah, iâm good.â sana chuckles, grabbing the towel from her shoulder, walking to organize it with her tools. you look beyond shocked, like youâd been drenched in cold water.
âw-what!?â you storm up to her, now just as pissed as when you first walked in. âwhat do you mean? you canât just keep my car here!â your fists are clenched at your sides, and sana just laughs, running the usual cleanup protocols for when they close.
âsorry, missâŠ?â she trails it on, turning her head to smile at you brightly, and you grit your teeth.
ây/n.â
âahhh, y/n! sorry, i canât do that for you.â she knows sheâs probably dragging it on too long, but oh well, sana likes to play it that way.
âthatâs not fair!â youâre still looking up to her, breath heavy and more embarrassed then ever, how could she reject you like that?
ây'know whatâs not fair? requesting my service, and not being able to pay me.â she shuts the toolbox before you, laughing when the hollow sound makes you jump, and youâre only more mad than before.
âwhatever! not like iâd want someone like you touching me anyways.â you scoff, still, not leaving her side, itâs annoying, but whatever, sana thinks itâs kinda cute.
âoh yeah? like you werenât drooling over me earlier.â she moves over to the car, leaning up against the hood, arms crossed as she looks down to you.
âwas not! ugh! youâre so annoying!â you turn on your heel, almost making a move to leave, and sana canât let that happen.
âwait.â you freeze, only turning your head so your perfect side profile was shown.
âi take it back, iâll take you up on that offer. been a long day.â she smiles, eyes narrowed and dark, and you scoff for what seems like the 1000th time today. you turn quickly, huffing and looking at her.
âwho says i want to do that now?â you try getting the power back, and sana giggles, digging in her pocket to fish out the pretty set of keys, cute keychains dangling from them.
âi could just keep your car, then.â she unlocks it with a click, crossing to the passenger door of the car, flicking the keys over to the drivers side seat before popping back up. you still havenât moved, and sanaâs getting a little impatient.
âcome on.â she motions with her fingers for you to come over. she smiles at the âhmph!â she gets back, followed by the loud steps from your shoes. she shrugs off her work top, leaving her in a baggy white tee and black work pants, plopping down into the passenger seat, legs facing the door.
she looks down to her boots, waiting until a pair of feet join her own, quickly looking up once they do, smiling warmly at the sight of you.
âso, what do you want.â you look angry, but the way your lips are parted and the tint of your cheeks gives away you probably want this as bad as sana.
âget on your knees for me, baby.â she pats her thigh, maintaining her smile, unknowingly drenching your underwear in the process.
ân-no! my knees will bruise!â you look at the cement then back up, cheeks even darker than before.
âthought you wanted your car back?â sana questions, tilting her head and dropping her smile. you mutter an âughâ, sana quickly smiling once more, feeling the need course through her, and her now, semi-hard, cock. you reach up to tie your hair, wispy curtain bangs falling to frame your face perfectly as you press your palms to sanaâs thighs.
âcome on, baby, you know you want too.â she grins, moving a hand to caress the top of your head as you eye her down, hands drifting up her thigh and to her buckle.
âi canât believe iâm actually doing this.â itâs another sassy remark, and sana really wants to say sheâs shocked, but she canât be when youâd been acting that way all day.
you cleanly open the button on her pant, fingers gently tracing to the zipper, lowering it while your other hand rests by the waist of her pants. sana feels her frame stiffen, the excitement hitting her in tenfold when she realizes youâre genuinely willing to suck her off, right here in her workplace. thankfully, it was dark out and the area was secluded.
once the zipper was undone, you shimmed her pants down just a little, not quite all the way yet. you let out a shaky sigh, looking up to sana, who only smiles at you, hands now clenching the seat tight.
you close your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath before palming her gently, working her up. sana is quick to react, letting out a small moan, just enough for you to hear. you, act faster though, reaching into her boxers to tug her semi out. sana flinches up at the touch, chest rising and falling faster now.
âfuck, thatâs right.â
you gently stroked her, looking up to gauge her reaction, running your palm over the head of her cock, gathering the precum to help lubricate her shaft. sana twitches, moaning out breathily, her head wants to be thrown back, but youâre just too good to be looked away from. you watch her carefully, glancing between her and her cock; you wonder how something big like she was would fit snug inside of you.
âarenât you gonna be good and suck it for me?â sana pants, already too worked up for her own good, face burning up. âcome on,â she raises her hand to your head again, this time gently pushing it forward, âtake it for me.â
you part your lips, looking up to sana while she watches you, eyes lidded, mouth hung open, chest heaving. once your close enough, you draw your tongue out, licking the tip just barely, sana twitching.
she moans out, just so airy and pretty, and it coaxes you to take more of her into your mouth. you bob down a little lower, breathing in steady through your nose while sana lets more pretty sounds fall from her mouth.
you hear sana grunt something about you being a good girl, but you can only brush it off, all your concentration being set on pleasuring the girl before you. you donât know where or why youâre motivated to do such; donât know if itâs for the car or for the sake of getting sana off.
sana presses your head down further, and further, waiting until your nose is nuzzling up to her lower torso and your gagging softly against her. the older whimpers out, bright flush coating her cheeks as she starts to rut into your mouth.
âi- fuck,â she stutters, voice somehow both whiny and low, âyour mouth is so good.â
you try to ignore the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, the way her cock slips into your throat, triggering your gag reflex. thereâs something about it all, though, that gets you uncomfortably wet in your underwear, and you feel your own wants bleed into your want to pleasure her.
sana is still moaning, head now thrown back as she uses the hand on your head to use you just how she wants.
âg-god.â her breathing gets heavy, and you and her both know sheâs not long for this world. as much as sana wants her release though, sheâs desperately craving something else, even if itâs painful to try and hold off when your moaning against her ever so soft.
âa-actually, quit t-that.â she pulls your head up, and you only look at her, doe eyed and confused, maybe even a little dazed at how you were being used. âi wanna finish somewhereâŠâ sana lets her eyes shamelessly roam you from where you are, zeroing in on your clenched legs, grinning. âsomewhere else.â
the older girl grabs your hand, tugging you up from the floor, releasing you only to roll down her pants further.
âyou okay with riding, baby?â she looks up to you, and thereâs something in her eyes that says she knows youâre just as needy as she is.
âw-what?!â you try to act shocked, maybe even stubborn, but it is all an act, you want nothing more than sana as deep as she can be inside you. she rolls her eyes, motioning for you to undress, and you can only comply.
âi know you want this, too.â sana affirms, swinging her legs into the car, sitting forward. she watches as you shimmy your skirt and underwear down, cheeks burning red. you can feel her eyes on you and it only makes the process more arousing.
you turn to her after, taking one last deep breath before sliding into the car, hovering just above her crotch. the brunette grabs you by your waist, slowly lowering you onto herself,
"you're so wet, y/n." sana groans, letting only the tip slip into you, making you double over, hands darting to the dash. you try to move further, but sana's fully in control with her bruising grip. she mutters a 'let me' before pulling you a little further onto her, pace still painfully slow.
as she slips in, you lean further and further forward, quickly realizing just how big sana really was. when she finally bottoms out, leaving you to shudder and whimper on her, grinding yourself against her.
"s-sana," you mutter, trying to not let your whines leak into your speech, "you're so, fuck, so big." sana grins at this, and you hastily jump to motion when she slaps your ass.
"yeah? am i too big?" her voice is low, hands still tight on you, but only following your movements as you bounce on her. "you feel just right to me." she grunts, rolling her hips upward to get herself just a little deeper.
you can only whine, fucking yourself quicker on her dick, relishing in how she stretches you. sana runs a hand upward, brushing over your body and up to your neck, letting her fingers sink in to the soft skin there. the light choke and the way her dick is hitting just the right spots in you makes you dizzy, pace speeding as you use her for your pleasure.
sana's letting out moans of her own, both whiny and deep, but she can't help it when you're so wet its pooling in her lap. she starts to thrust upward, meeting all of your bounces, digging her cock right into your g-spot
that makes you let out the loudest moan yet, almost echoing in the empty auto shop. "please!" you feel tears burn at your waterline, "just like that, sana, oh my g-god."
"f-fuck, am i fucking you good, baby?" sana chokes out, too lost in her own pleasure to be teasing. it's all too much for her; your whimpers and pathetic noises with the sloppy movements you let yourself fall into.
"yeah, yeah you a-are, god, fuck me more." you cry out, back arching and tears finally spilling. sana's dick is throbbing inside of you and just so deep, kissing your cervix with each thrust. "i'm so close, sana. s-so close." your legs hurt and sana's fingers on your neck tighten, making you clench on her.
the older lets the hand on your neck slip down, finding your clit and rubbing tight circles, sending you into a flurry of illegible moans. she fucks into you harder at that, abs clenching with the effort, but desperation taking over the cramping.
"wan' you to cum on me." sana mutters, leaning forward to kiss on your reddened neck, "make a pretty mess for me." her words only bring you closer, all sensations feeling like too much.
"and i want you to c-cum in me, want your load so bad!" you yelp, all senses filed with only sana, sana who is moaning and kissing on your neck, sana who is fucking herself as deep into you as possible, sana who's pretty hands are working at your clit, just sana.
and that's what sends you over, high cry slipping from your mouth as you cum, milking sana in the process. she fucks you right through your orgasm, chasing her own, which comes pretty quickly due to your spasming pussy.
"f-fuck. take it." she mutters, giving you a few slower, but harder, thrusts as she comes into you, filling you right up. her load is warm and thick, and she fucks it up into you until she canât take anymore, the sensation making you reel in the overstimulation.
you fall right onto the dash, cheeks red and eyes glazed over, mouth open and letting out hot pants. sana thinks you look the prettiest you've looked all day. her hand leaves your clit, cupping your cheek gently, the first moment of tenderness to come from the whole day.
"you're so fucking pretty." she sighs, staring right into your eyes, and your cheeks heat up; for once not from embarrassment or arousal, instead from the butterflies you can feel in your stomach.
"y-you're really pretty too, sana." you respond, voice softer and a smile falling on your lips. said girl tries to resist the flush that coats her cheeks.
"i think you'll have to come by more, maybe i can check your engine out next." sana mumbles, feeling herself hardening inside you again. the intention behind her words is clear, and it's your turn to grin back.
synopsis: sana always has your ways of surprising you, even if it means disrupting your slumber in the middle of the night.
tags: short fic while i get back into the swing of things, fluff, sana loves to spoil reader, reader loves to be spoiled by sana, not my most greatest work, but here we are, sana loves to flirt and tease, author does not like writing fluff, not proofread!
a single text illuminating your phone screen is what keeps you from slipping away into slumber.
sa-chan
meet me outside?
it makes you sit up right, rubbing at your eyes and contemplating the reality of the notification; unsure if in your dazed state you'd imagined it, or, sana really had decided to show up to your house at 2 in the morning. surely enough, when your hear another ding from your phone, its undeniable that sana is actually crazy, and did actually show up at the ungodly hour it was.
you groan, swinging your legs off the side of your bed and rising to your feet, bringing your arms up in a stretch. the moonlight peaks in through the curtains, the only thing illuminating the room, casting everything in a soothing gleam.
you slip into your clogs, not minding whatever you were wearing, which, was a pair of boxers (probably belonging to sana) and an oversized hoodie (also probably belonging to sana). sleep is still molded into your features, but you don't have enough consciousness to care about your physicality.
you were always one for your sleep, never able to overcome the tiredness if you missed even an hour of of your regular amount. sana most definitely knew this, and you knew she'd be sitting on your porch, guilt-ridden smile resting on her features. the thought of it made you smile and huff though, which, will definitely be sana's goal while she sits out there. you know she'd be silently begging for forgiveness; and you know you won't be able to resist.
you start shuffling to your front door, pocketing your carabiner with your keys into your (sana's) hoodie pocket. you still wipe at your eyes, yawning with nearly each step, cracking your neck right when you reach the door. letting yourself take in a breath, you reach at the handle of the door, preparing yourself for sana, and whatever she had prepared for you.
the second you crack it open, you also peak out, spotting sana sitting right where you'd imagined her, guilty smile plastered on her lips. you huff, fighting the smile that wants to draw at your lips, slipping out of the door.
"hi, y/n" sana mutters, voice sheepish, as she starts rising to her feet to properly greet you. you can only shake your head, already feeling the corners of your lips tug upward.
"hello, sana." your voice is gruff and still laced with sleep, sana only smiles, no, beams down at you. the taller has her arms crossed behind her back, eyes holding a glint of excitement. you can't look at her too long until your flushing pink, rolling your eyes to play it off. "what're you even doing here this late anyway?" you hum, glancing to your side, catching the empty streets and starry skies.
"well, maybe i missed you." you snap your gaze back to sana's, a brow raising at her words. "or, maybe i wanted to give you this?" she raises her arms before her, and there, she holds a bouquet, clearly made by herself, and a small bag labeled with a bold 'prada'. sana just wasn't sana if not spoiling you rotten.
your eyes widen, glancing between her, and the items she held before herself, wide grin playing on her features. it feels like your heart could explode with all the love you felt.
"or maybe it's a bit of both." she shrugs, jabbing her arms forward for you to grab the items from. you ignore her gestures though, pushing yourself between her arms and into them, nuzzling deep in her neck.
you can feel sana huff out a giggle-- feel the vibrations from it on your nose. your cheeks only heat more as she wraps her arms around you as best she can.
"i did the bouquet myself, by the way. that's why i got here so late." she sways you from side to side, leaning her head up against yours. you don't let go, nor do you want to, enjoying the way her perfume and warmth envelopes you.
eventually though, sana wiggles herself out of your hold. she presents the gifts back before herself, and you eye the slight wrinkles in the brown paper she used to wrap the pretty white flowers.
"you didn't have to do all that work for me." you smile, bashful and reaching an arm to grab the bouquet from her hands. "you know, something cheap, store-bought would've sufficed."
sana only laughs, gazing off and shaking her head, letting her free hand fall to her pocket.
"where's the care in that?" the brunette asks, turning to you again, quirking a brow. she's genuine when she says it, you know she thinks you deserve only the best, hand crafted flowers. you think she's silly, but you love how she thinks you deserve the world. maybe to her you do.
"i know, but, the thought still would've been there." it's under your breath, almost lost in the atmosphere, but sana hears you, she always does. you hug the flowers tight to your chest, smile only growing wider at each imperfection you can spot. "wouldn't have kept you up so late that way." you murmur, trying not to let the singe of your cheeks leak into your speech.
"well, i'm keeping you up now, aren't i?" she's teasing and coy with her words, reciprocating your glowing smile, head tilted at you. you want to roll your eyes again, try not to give into her charms, but it's no hope. you stand there, heart-eyed, grinning ear to ear, only thinking a melody of sana's name.
"what? cat got your tongue-" sana can't finish teasing you, only because you'd brought the flowers to one arm, the other wrapping around her neck, pulling her to your level in a kiss. she stutters, but is quick to respond, letting one of her arms snake around your waist. she deepens the kiss then, her lips soft and plush against yours, and you can feel her smiling against you.
it feels like just the two of you then. and in reality, it kinda is just the two of you, streets empty and citizens home resting. it always felt like just the two of you when you were with sana, though. always.
sana pulls away first, similarly to when the two of you hugged. odd speaking she's the clinger one of you two, but, quickly, she gets her point across;
"you gonna let me in?" she giggles, hand still rubbing at the small of your back. "it's late you know."
you can roll your eyes at her antics then, nodding slowly. before you can tease too much though, she grabs your hand, pushing past you and to the door, pressing her back to it as she uses her free hand to open the door. sana grins, pulling you into her as she slips in the door, and all you can do is giggle and blush.
you don't feel as tired then, and your not sure if sana had fully woken you up, or, if you just hadn't minded losing sleep if it meant being with sana. or maybe, as sana said, it was a bit of both.
