The tension in the air was palpable in the pink filled bedroom, the soft sheets of the twin bed sliding against scorching skin, more rough to the overwhelmed girl than the usual smooth glide. Some of Valeria’s senses have given out almost completely, eyes unfocused, ears barely registering anything, instead filled with the quick insistent thudding of her own heart. These capabilities instead traveled to the rest of her consciousness. The sugary smell of cotton candy filled her lungs, making them feel ready to both burst from excitement and cave in from the nerves, and her skin seemed to burn where the other woman’s body was seated on her waist, the fabric layers doing little to stop the heat from building where their bodies met. It was all too much and not enough at the same time, she wanted to pull away, take a moment to compose herself, but instead her body itched for more, to pull Mira down until there wasn’t any space between them, until she was drowning in the sweet cloying smell of her perfume, until she didn’t know where one ended and the other began. Of course, like the traitor her own body is, it chose the latter, hands grasping for Mira’s with urgency until she returned the favor, Mira’s own breath hitching slightly as their fingers intertwined.
She was definitely the more collected one of the two, but even her own composure slipped, leaving her flushed and nervous, chest heaving as her own room seemed ever so alien now, like Valeria’s mere presence made the space Mira spent years catering to herself now yield to the other woman instead. She leaned in, only stopping once their noses almost touched, once she could feel Valeria’s shuddering breaths brush against her skin and her chest rise and fall under her own. God, she smelled like cherries, and it made Mira want to bury her face in the crook of her neck and breathe it in until she couldn’t think of them without thinking of her. It felt forbidden to want it as much as she did, sinful almost.
“You look nervous.” She noted, breathless, but pulled back ever so slightly. “If you’re not sure, we don’t-”
“I am sure.” Valeria cut her off, hands grasping at Mira’s with more fervor, until she could feel the other woman’s nails dig into the back of her hands, back arching ever so slightly to press her chest more insistently against hers. “Just kiss me already…” she breathed, tone slightly impatient, but still more so desperate.
Omg what's that? I'm alive?
Yeah I've been having the biggest writing block, but have been doing a lot of drawing lately 💔
Um anyway enjoy some Yuri 💖