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Attuma’s kiss started off gentle—his mouth caressing Okoye’s before his tongue begged for entrance, stroking along the seam of her lips. She granted his silent request, opening to the warm lapping of his skillful appendage. Devouring her, his nose pressed into her cheek while he took hold of either side of her face. He angled her to better fit his desire, which for this moment was to kiss her senseless but would soon grow into more.
Okoye came to rest her hands on his forearms and raised onto her toes to move closer to him, though, her slight increase in elevation did little to make up for their difference in height. The giddiness she’d felt as he’d spun her in the air, exploded in her chest, working in tandem with his mouth to deprive her of oxygen. Breaking apart from him when the need became too great, she panted and gazed into his eyes.
The lust that gleamed within their depths caused her skin to flush further against the cool patters of precipitation that fell on her. She was interested in where that look of his could lead, but didn’t want their frolic in the rain to end just yet.
“Put those thoughts on hold,” she teased, tickled by the slight pout that graced his lips. “I want to show you what I used to do as a kid whenever it rained.”
Attuma thought their time could be better spent unclothed while in the privacy of their home, but followed as she led him farther into the downpour. Having no other choice, he took the time to appreciate the sensation of the cold water on his flesh. He lifted his face to the sky much the way she had upon arriving outside, but, unlike her, he opened his mouth, catching as much of the rain as he could. The rebreathers that covered his gills kept him oxygenated, but maintaining the moisture of his mouth was imperative for his comfort.
“Here’s a good one,” Okoye declared, drawing Attuma’s attention back to her.
In front of them, in the soil, was a puddle of epic proportions. Had Okoye still been a small child, it surely would have reached to her knees. Her height what it currently was, the accumulated fluid would more likely rise to her ankles. Either way, it would perfectly serve her aim.
Before Attuma could inquire as to what the pool of water was good for, Okoye left his side. She leaped into the air, landing in the puddle’s center. The resulting splash from her touch down drenched the bottoms of his pants in muddy rainwater. Cackling, she continued to jump in place, but the fluid merely rippled, not splattering as far as it initially had.
Astonished, once again by her actions, Attuma watched dumbfounded while she went on to kick what was left of the liquid, splashing about in the rain.
When she finally stopped, satisfied with the juvenile chaos she had sown, she turned to face him, and giggled at what she found. The sweatpants he adored were mucky and plastered to his skin while his brows twisted in confusion.
“When I was younger, I would beg my parents to take me outside to play in the rain. Most times they would, but, when they didn’t, I would sneak out and go off on my own,” she smiled affectionately at the memories. “I always got caught on the way back in and was punished, not only for going out without permission, but also muddying up my clothes.”
“Yes, much the way you soiled mine,” he grumbled, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Yup,” Okoye responded proudly. Stepping out of what remained of the puddle, she approached him and placed her hands on his forearms. Lifting to peck his nose, she said, a smile in her voice, “At least I’m not going to force you to make mud pies with me.” At the scrunch of said nose, she continued, “I promise to make it up to you.”
The heat that infused her eyes placated him (and halted his questions regarding what “mud pies” were) as he took her hand to begin their stroll back home.
This series is only three episodes in, and it’s not an LIW, but it deserves a mention since it comes out of the LIW community.
Liminal Summer is about two bisexual best friends (one male, one female), who have just graduated college and are trying to figure things out in all the areas of their lives. Much shipping is already ensuing.
This show has really low production values, but the story is completely original, and it’s filmed traditionally, which is always hard without a budget. Plus it has a character who has already become my favorite pansexual character of all time after just one appearance, so I’ll keep watching for him even if I don’t like anything else.
I recommend this series to anyone who likes complicated shipping situations, Mario Kart, characters who are trying to figure out what to do with their lives, and a lot of talking.
Created by Arsenic Martini Productions @arsenicmartiniproductions
The rainy season was upon Wakanda. The waking hours were dim and gloomy while the pitter patter of raindrops served as the droning soundtrack of the day and night. People had taken to their homes to escape the downpour, the marketplace, and streets in general, free of their usual crowds.
Unlike many of her neighbors, Okoye had always loved the rain. To her, the season felt like a time of growth and rejuvenation, the rainwater moistening the ground to enable the flowers and crops to grow. Sometimes, she imagined the rainfall was washing away the wrongdoings of the earth, leaving it free of its previous grime so that everything could begin anew. As a child, she’d loved jumping in the puddles left behind, endlessly pestering her parents until they took her outside. She’d suffered many a punishment for having ruined various different articles of clothing when her enjoyment was unsupervised.
“What is it that has brought such a sweet smile to your lips?” Attuma asked, approaching her where she stood staring out the house’s front windows.
“It’s raining,” she replied before turning her radiant grin in his direction. “We have to go outside and play.”
Attuma gave her an odd look but didn’t resist when she pulled him toward the front door. He watched as she donned a jacket then encouraged him to do the same, impatient as he pushed his arms through the sleeves. Once he had it on, she retook possession of his hand and tugged him out into the chilly afternoon air. She walked them passed the swing on the front porch and directly out into the rain.
Sighing, Okoye lifted her face to the sky. Her eyes closed; she relished in the cool drops that fell upon her skin.
“It feels so nice,” she exhaled. Releasing Attuma, she stepped forward and whirled in front of him, her arms outstretched as she spun and laughed in the drizzle. She remembered her childhood; the old sense of wonder, she’d experienced back then, returning to her as she recalled a time before life’s difficulties had battered her down.
Attuma had never seen her this way: so joyous and carefree. He beheld her happiness for a moment, her delighted expression warming his heart, then joined her. Enthused by the moment—but her especially—he took hold of her waist and, using a fraction of his strength, he hoisted her in the air, twirling them both around for several turns.
Okoye shrieked, her eyes popping open, briefly, to look at him. After a time, she lowered her arms from the sky and placed her hands on his shoulders.
He took her cue and brought her closer to his body, allowing her feet to touch the ground as he pressed his forehead to hers.
“You know, I don’t think you’ve ever kissed me in the rain,” she teased, her heart racing, as she gazed into his eyes.
“It appears now would be the perfect time to remedy that,” he murmured, already leaning forward to meet her lips with his.
