Nico has always liked looking over the city lights at night. She thinks it’s romantic.
For once, Tsubasa isn’t saying anything, isn’t doing anything at all, save for leaning against their balcony railing and looking so fondly Nico’s way it’s impossible not to feel it through the back of her head. Not that Nico would change that. She sees all those gushy, love stricken glances that Mikoto never fails to roll their eyes over, and she loves it. She loves her wife so much that even the wash of colourful city lights pales in comparison.
“It’s cold,” Tsubasa points out, but Nico knows as well as anyone that’s just an excuse to huddle together on the balcony and, despite being the more sensible option, neither of them want to go inside. With great (feigned) effort, Nico lifts an arm and Tsubasa wastes no time cuddling as close as humanly possible. My wife, Nico thinks to herself, is so cute when she’s like this.
Gently, Nico presses a kiss to Tsubasa’s forehead, mostly out of compulsion, because Tsubasa just has so much forehead it’s impossible not to kiss it at least once.
“Shit, you are cold!” Nico screeches, and then Tsubasa presses an icy hand to Nico’s neck and the moment’s gone and they’re screaming like children on the balcony while the neighbours try their best to ignore.
22. Giggly kiss
Maybe it’s the champagne. She never realised she was such a lightweight before, though. Or maybe it’s Kotori, walking down the street beside her in the most simple yet stunning dress, her breathy laughter leaning on the wind itself.
So, then, maybe she’s just in love.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Maki-chan?” Kotori asks, eyes sparkling. There’s a slight slur to her voice she’s clearly trying hard to hide. “You don’t really go out much, except for work.”
“That was, technically, a work related party,” Maki can’t help but point out, “but I suppose I might’ve. Because you were there.”
“Oh, Maki!”
Maki catches Kotori as she trips over her shoe, and finds herself still holding her arm with no more reason to. “Kotori…” She begins, but then she’s lost in Kotori’s beautiful features and fuck it, she thinks, she loves her. She really does.
Kotori looks on in concern as Maki begins to laugh to herself. Maybe that’s the champagne kicking in. (It wouldn’t matter in the morning, anyway). And they begin to dance, actual ballroom dancing, both in dresses and heels and against the backdrop of a poorly lit convenience store and it’s so ridiculous that they’re both laughing and giggling like fools.
“I feel so stupid right now,” Maki says with a wry grin.
“But you look beautiful.” Says Kotori with clarity that wasn’t there earlier, and Maki knows she’s serious.
“I love you,” she blurts out suddenly, and they stop, but before Maki’s addled brain has time to be nervous, Kotori giggles and pulls her down and they’re kissing, and laughing, but mostly kissing. They laugh because they’d both been agonisingly slow and unsure, but it was over just like that. No hoorah, nothing more than a sloppy, giggly kiss in a most inappropriate place.
Whatever. She could deal with it in the morning. For now, Maki’s lost and she loves it.
