little twin pears hanging low on a tree, or more so ko’s butt cheeks enjoying a rare moment of sunlight – that is, until the door budges and qing’s fingers, hand and arm come with. luckily, the missing underwear’s still pilled at her ankles and she’s got it snapped and secured up her waist with one nervous pull. but even then ko’s right hand snatches the nearest item, a blanket ella knitted for jia five years back.
phew.
“ oh – sorry, did i scare you there…? “ qing’s barely passed the door frame while she’s lying in bed trying to fit her legs under her improvised, baby-sized cover. “ uh… no, i just – i got cold, is all. “ no but it should fit, though, she hasn’t grown an inch since she was 14.
“ i see, i see. thought you might’ve been shy, “
shy?
“ pfft, why would i be? you’ve seen me wearing… like. i don’t know – less. “
they’ve also been together for like… i don’t know, a few years.
yet,
if like ko’s ‘derrière’ her face could be described with, not the shape, but the color of a fruit it would be… speckled with apple. “ so anyway, you got back from work early?”
“ hmmm, “
qing soon joins her on the mattress, makes her side tilt up a bit. “ and jia’s sleeping over at ella’s… and alice’s out… “ she scoots closer, resting her head on her hand.
being this near she can’t help but catch the smell of her perfume, which is… both fresh and sweet? it’s not like ko could ever guess a single note from the fragrance her girlfriend’s wearing but she can, however, think that it’s very, very nice. “ so just you and me, uh? i wonder what we could do… “ ko playfully taps the space between her brows with her index, like she’s actually thinking her answer. “ yeah i know, “ she says, rolling qing back by the shoulder, then climbing top of her, thighs aligned with her hips.
ko breathes out.
blinks,
steadies her hands about her girlfriend’s waist.
breathes again.
and…
“ oh god, how are your hands so cold? “ ko laughs, smoothing her hair back behind her ears, leaning down with a shiver ‘til their lips meet. she can feel the tips of qing’s quirking up, her favorite thing in the world, probably.
she pulls back,
“ okay uh how about i help you out of these? “ she asks, fidgeting with the first button of qingling’s blouse.
just one beat and she nods.
making sure not to pull the fabric, she slips out the tiny buttons using her fingers, which they both know are as deft as ten big thumbs. her amazingly short arms then slide under qing’s back to help her shrug off the blouse and shirt underneath. she kisses her again while letting her down and next, lets her hands reach the waistband of her pants.
she’s never been much of a multitasker, takes two minutes just to unzip said pants. well eventually ko rolls off the bed and starts tugging on the trousers.
she notices the socks and pulls on those, too. and while she’s at it she steps a little further to get the other clothes, tries to fold them up in her arms while she heads for the wardrobe to find the dirty laundry bag – “ what are you doing? “ qing asks, definitely amused.
“ i didn’t want them to get all ruffled and i know you don’t like when i let stuff laying around so, “ ko presses her lips into some sort of a smile, shrugs, and happily gets back to what they were doing.
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