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It had been a day since Komaru and Toko had been released back into Towa City, both of them ready to fulfill their duties as the city’s newly appointed guardians. Much to their dismay, they came to realize there was still much of the city that they hadn’t seen and spent their first night wandering the dark streets. Apparently the map Future Foundation had given them wasn’t as clear as they initially believed. Byakuya had said the complex had been used to house survivors temporarily until they could be properly transported back to headquarters, but he had also warned them that they had been abandoned for a few months.As they ascended the stairs of the subway across from the complex, Komaru wasn’t sure how much safer it would be spending the night in a shabby, run-down building than on the streets. She hadn’t been expecting very much anyway. The building had no windows and the outside brick was crumbling slightly. They approached the door and Toko uses her sleeve to wipe the stray cobwebs from the code lock. “Are they sure this place is clear?”, Komaru asks, her hands clasped tightly around the megaphone, her eyes weary of the shadows surrounding them. “Apparently”, she grumbles back at Komaru, the keypad beeping as she punches the numbers. There’s the sound of a heavy, automatic deadbolt unlocking and Toko lets out a heavy sigh. “How unoriginal”, Komaru hears her mumble. “What’s wrong?”, she asks as Toko pushes the door open. “The passcode, it’s 11037”. Komaru stares at her blankly, confused. Toko groans. “You...wouldn’t understand. Anyway, you go first. It’s dark”. Komaru couldn’t believe her eyes when she flipped on the lights. The building consisted of several rooms connected by a main common room and kitchen, with a full bathroom nestled between them. Not only did the apartment complex have power, real beds and plenty of rations, but there were also clean showers with working hot water and soap! What a luxury Komaru had never imagined she would miss so much. “The building is sound proof and reinforced. That’s why there’s no windows”, Toko says, as Komaru stares, dumbfounded. “It’s on a seperate grid installed by the Future Foundation too, so there’s no chance we’ll lose power”. Future Foundation really knows how to do an apocalyptic situation well. Toko had wandered into the basement shortly after they arrived, where the extra supplies were kept, attempting to find the laptop they were told was here, so they could communicate back to Future Foundation’s headquarters, leaving Komaru to herself. She had spend the early evening scrubbing at her own clothes, trying her best to remove the grime and filth from her school uniform. It had worked, although the once white pieces of her clothing now sported a slightly muddy tone. She hangs her wet clothes in one of the bedrooms to dry and returns to the bathroom to shower. She even manages to find a worn robe and clean towels while rummaging in the hall closet of the outside bathroom.Komaru lavishes in the feeling of hope that a simple shower could instill in her and standing under the hot, rushing water makes her feel better than she has in weeks. She steps out of the walk in shower, leaving it on to keep the water warm for Toko, as she dries off and dons the robe. As she sits down on the closed toilet seat to dry her hair with a towel, there’s a knock at the door. “You can come in”, she calls, and Toko opens the door. A cool rush of air floods the bathroom as she steps inside. “Did you find anything?”. Toko nods her head. “But the laptop is dead”, she grumbles, walking into the bathroom as Komaru rustles the towel through her locks. “I brought it up to charge, but who knows how long that will take”. “Well that’s okay”, Komaru says, trying to sound cheerful. “At least we can relax for the night and you can get a shower”. Toko scoffs. Komaru stares at her. “Toko you’re not seriously going to pass up the offer to shower right?”. “W-why are you trying to say I smell?”, she bites back. “I mean, yes, but so did I after wandering around all night”, Komaru says. “Also...is that healthy? I don’t think that’s healthy”. “S-since when do you know what’s healthy and what’s not”, Toko replies, defensively. “You don’t even have to use soap if you don’t want to just...rinse yourself off, I don’t know”, Komaru says, getting to her feet. “I already left the water running too”. Toko scowls. “Well you can keep it running, but I’m not getting in there”. With that, she turns towards the door to leave, but Komaru manages to work her way between Toko and the door, cutting off her escape route, shutting and locking the bathroom door with one quick movement. Toko stares at her in terror. “W-what are you--”. “You’re going to get in the shower, Toko”, Komaru says, trying not to sound threatening. Panic sets into Toko’s eyes. “I’m sorry, but...as your friend, I don’t think it’s good for you to not”. Toko lunges for the door, but Komaru catches her, pushing her back towards the running water. “You d-don’t know what’s good for me”, she retaliates. She tries to get past Komaru again, only to be shoved back, her back now against the glass door of the shower, cornered. “Toko please”, she begs. Toko’s heels are up against the glass shower door. “You don’t even have to take off your clothes, just run some water over them. I promise you’ll feel way better if you’re less grimey”. She sees Toko hesitate, like she’s considering the offer and Komaru takes this opportunity to sneak her hand behind her and open the door to the shower, steam pouring from out as she does. “You can just get in and out really quick”, she says, hoping, for both of their sakes, that it sounds persuasive. “I’ll bring you a towel and then we can make some food and--”. Almost in slow motion, Komaru watches as Toko misjudges the distance between her and the metal track of the shower door. She trips, falling backwards, grabbing Komaru as she does, and both girls tumble into the shower stall, Komaru landing on top of Toko, the wind knocking out of her as they hit the ground. She’s vaguely aware that Toko’s head has probably smashed against the floor. “Toko”, she gasps. “I’m so sorry I--”, but as she lifts herself up off the older girl, the eyes she meets are not Toko’s. “Well, well, well, look what we have here”, Genocide Jack’s shrill voice echoes through the bathroom. “Did that loser finally make a move? Am I... interrupting something ?”. She cackles, tongue dangling crudely out of her mouth, and the sound reverberates off the white tile. “A...a move?”. Komaru stares back at Jack, alarmed. Jack is still fully clothed and drenched and Komaru is suddenly aware that she too is soaked, the robe beginning to cling to her naked body. “Oooh, don’t tell me it’s not obvious. Old Fukawa practically melts when she’s around you”, she giggles back at her. “Leaves her almost dripping if you know what I mean”. “Melts? What--”, Komaru starts, but she’s silenced as Genocider places a finger over her lips. “Listen, my novelist… counterpart isn’t direct about these things, but us serial killers, we like to CUT to the chase”, before stopping to shriek at her own joke. She continues: “We’ve been crushing on you super hard. Toko never wants to use my methods, instead of being direct, she just wallows in her feelings and her hands get all clammy…”, Jack shivers. “It’s gross”. “Crushing?? Yo...you said we. Y-y-you mean Toko and you...”, Komaru gapes, open mouthed at Jack. “I...I thought you said you didn’t like--”. “What? Are you surprised I swing that way?”, she grins, and somehow Komaru can still understand her despite her tongue. “Frankly so were we. Clearly I’ve been more open to this development than she has. We always knew there were adorable boys, but this is the first time we’ve met such an adorable girl”. “She...Should have just told me”, Komaru says. “That’s what I told her”, Jack sighs, rolling her eyes, removing her glasses so she can wipe the foggy condensation from them. “But she won’t listen. Although…”. As she replaces her glasses, her eyes dart around, like she’s finally surveyed their situation. Komaru becomes suddenly aware of the layout of their bodies: she’s still hovering over Jack, their legs tangled together and noses inches apart. “I think we can still make the most out of this”. Komaru feels her cheeks and the tips of her ears flush, it was rare for her to be able to look at her traveling partner so close. But then she follows Jack’s eyes, down, and realizes that at some point during their tumble her robe has opened and the sopping garment leaves her almost completely exposed to genocider. Komaru gasps, mortified. “Oooh, don’t be like that, there’s no reason to be embarrassed”, Jack says. She trails her fingers up Komaru’s wrist, and Komaru jumps back, wrapping the robe around her front as she does. “If you’re not feeling this, we can just pretend like it never happened”. “Are you sure I can trust you?”, Komaru asks, quietly. “You do murder people after all”. They’re both sitting under the streaming water, still warm, and Jack’s uniform and hair are soaked. “Jeez, don’t you ever listen? I only murder cute boys. You’re cute, but you don’t exactly meet the criteria”, Jack responds, sitting up to join her. “I can deal with rejection sweetheart, so what’s the verdict?”. Komaru hesitates, sitting back on her legs. “Well I’ve...never really thought of Toko, or you like... that ”, she finally manages. She can’t deny that there have been times where she’s caught herself staring: her eyes lingering across Toko’s ripped skirt, captivated by her legs, wondering what it would be like to touch them, having to fight the urge to brush the stray hair from her face or hold her hand as they walk through the dark subway tunnels. But being in a constant life or death situation hadn’t provided much room to explore these thoughts further. “It’s not that I’m not open to it, I’ve just never considered it”. Komaru runs a hand through her hair, avoiding Jack’s gaze. “Well maybe I can help you consider it”, Jack says. She leans forward, coming closer to Komaru, resting her hand on her knee. “Would you like that?”. “Do you really...with me? ”, Komaru gasps, sparks of arousal igniting in her lower belly, her words evaporating from her mind. “Very”, Jack purrs. Another wave of heat passes over Komaru and her breath hitches as Jack runs her thumb along the inside of her thigh, testingly. “Sooo?”. “Yeah we...we can try it”, Komaru manages to choke out, her eyes still averted from the other girl’s, her face turning a much deeper shade of red. Jack inches closer and tilts Komaru’s chin up with her finger, forcing them to look at eachother. “And if you want me to stop, you’ll tell me, right?”, she continues, eyes intense and her voice sultry, the tone sending heat into Komaru’s stomach. “Y-yes”, she squeaks. Jack grins. “Good”. Suddenly, Jack grabs her waist and flips Komaru, her back lying on the tile floor of the shower and Jack is towering over her, their positions switched. Jack is smirking, wildly, as she stares down at the younger girl, then she leans down and bites Komaru’s ear lobe, her fingers simultaneously climbing up the outside of her thighs. Komaru yelps, goosebumps forming across her skin despite the warm water coursing over them. Jack follows the bite with a gentle lick, like a silent apology, and begins to work her way down. She nips under Komaru’s chin, her hands still crawling up her body, and Komaru dips her head back to give Jack better access to her neck. Jack’s lips reach her throat and Komaru gasps when she bites down, sucking at the skin. “Y-you’re gonna leave a mark…”, Komaru whimpers, squirming under Jack’s touch. “And what’s wrong with that?”, Jack replies. Her lips are still busy licking and sucking at her neck as her hands pass over Komaru’s hips and she stops to reach her hands around, giving Komaru’s ass a rough squeeze. A moan slips from Komaru’s mouth, overwhelmed by the sudden contact, and Jack lets out a shrill giggle. “I could listen to you make these naughty sounds all day”. Jack’s hands continue up Komaru’s waist and settles on her lower back and Komaru sits up on her forearms to watch Jack, the robe slipping off her shoulders as she does. Jack notices and grabs the rest of the garment, pulling it down to remove it from Komaru’s body, exposing the enticing curves of her breasts and thighs, and the flush in her face continues its journey from her face to her chest. She slips her hands up and caresses her fingers across Komaru’s right nipple. Komaru’s breath hitches, the soft graze sending a shock to her core and Jack feels her tense. Reaching the other girl’s collarbone with her mouth, Jack bites down, coxing another stifled moan out of her. “Don’t hold back on me”, Jack purrs against her skin, nipping at the dark bruise forming. She repeats her previous action, brushing her fingers against both Komaru’s nipples and this time Komaru doesn’t hold back, whimpering as Jack works her body. Jack’s lips continue their journey down and when she reaches her breasts, her tongue slithers out. Komaru hardly processes the hot breath caressing her skin, when the tip of Jack’s tongue darts out of her mouth and laps at the girl’s left nipple. Komaru whines, her control slipping, an electric arch of pleasure coursing down her spine. She does it again, this time circling her areola before flicking her tongue across Komaru’s pink nub and the younger girl gasps. When she brings her tongue around a third time, Jack slides her hand up to Komaru’s left nipple and tweaks it between her fingers, her control breaks, and a moan escapes from Komaru’s throat. Jack grins up at her, madly, before returning her attention back to her breasts.Komaru arches her back against the tile as Jack teases her nipples with her hand and mouth. She spreads her legs further apart so Jack can fit more comfortably between them, but Jack uses the opportunity to nudge her thigh between her legs, her knee pushing against Komaru’s bare sex. The contact makes Komaru shiver, Jack switches her mouth and hand, tending to the right nipple with her lips.Jack bites down just barely, pulling another needy cry from Komaru, and then sucks, swirling her elongated tongue across her nipple. When Jack nips her again, Komaru thrusts her hips up, grinding against Jack’s stocking-clad knee as she does. The contact sends a rush of heat through Komaru’s nerves and she quivers, moaning. She does it again, setting a pace for her grinding, as Jack continues relentlessly teasing her nipples.Komaru feels the spark of heat beginning to pool in her belly as Jack switches back to her left nipple, her grinding beginning to lose tempo. She whimpers, feeling her climax building, but Jack pulls her mouth away from her chest and Komaru lets out a frustrated groan. “Don’t worry, we’re not done. The water is getting cold, we should move this somewhere else”, Jack says, sitting up, running her fingers along Komaru’s sides. Her words bring her back to Earth and as the lusty grip on Komaru’s mind loosens, she realizes Jack is right, the water has cooled to a lukewarm stream. Jack rises, wringing her hair between her fists and kicks off her shoes as Komaru attempts to steady herself upright on her shaking legs. However, before she can manage to get on her feet, Jack scoops Komaru into her arms bridal style. “Hey what--” Jack exits the shower stall, pausing only when Komaru yells at her to “at least let her turn off the water”, before carrying the flailing Komaru into the adjacent bedroom where she had hung her clothes to dry. She sets Komaru down on one of the two double beds she had made up earlier and steps away.Jack reaches down to remove her scissors from their holster and cuts through the remaining fabric of her fraying skirt. She stands, now clad only in her top, underwear, and black thigh highs, grinning wildly. As she draws her arm back, scissors aimed in the direction of her blouse, Komaru catches her arm. “Let me do it”, she says. She stands, as Jack replaces the scissors. She raises her arms and Komaru, with trembling hands, hooks her fingers underneath the sweater. She pulls the sopping garment over Jack’s head, knocking her foggy glasses askew, and Komaru can’t help but giggle at the scowl behind her tilted frames. Suddenly, in one quick movement, Jack pushes Komaru back onto the bed, her head landing on the pillows behind her, and, grinning wildly, Jack climbs on top of her. Her mouth returns to Komaru’s breasts, as quickly as it had left, sucking one perky nipple and rolling the other between her fingers. With her free hand Jack reaches between Komaru’s quivering legs, and gently swipes her clit with the pad of her thumb. Komaru moans, her back arching, her kindling arousal blazing to life once more. “A-aah…”, Komaru pleads. Jack runs her thumb back across the bundle of nerves, then flicks her tongue across Komaru’s other nipple. “ More ”. “Ooooh? More?”, Jack giggles. She lowers herself and laps at her earlobe, Komaru shivers beneath her. She drags her tongue teasingly along Komaru’s body. Jack passes her stomach, nipping playfully along her ribcage, making her way down. She draws light circles with the tip of her tongue under Komaru’s navel, before trailing her tongue towards the dark patch of hair between her legs. “Wait, Jack”, Komaru says softly, realizing what she’s about to do, embarrassed. “You don’t have to--”, but Jack silences her. “I know I don’t have to”, she huffs. She ducks her head down, her skilled tongue darting out of her mouth, and licks Komaru’s mound, starting from her wet slit and trailing all the way up to her clit. Komaru shutters, overwhelmed and moans loudly, no longer trying to restrain herself, falling victim to her pleasure. “But I’m going to ravish you. You can’t expect me not to, you’re just adorable”. Jack trails her free hand up the inside of Komaru’s thigh, pushing her legs further apart so she can settle between them. Using her index and middle fingers, she spreads Komaru’s labia apart, and drags her tongue clockwise around the outer perimeter of her hole. Jack does it again, this time going in the opposite direction, and Komaru bucks against her tongue, desperate for friction. She moves slowly, lapping one direction and then the other, burying her mouth against the whining Komaru, teasing her hole.Jack runs her tongue back up her pelvic bone, she flicks Komaru’s sensitive nub and she admits a moan, low and primal. As Jack completes another loop with her tongue, Komaru brings her hand to her chest to squeeze one of her full breasts, rolling her own nipple with her fingers. Jack squeals, the sound vibrating her tongue against Komaru’s sex, and Komaru clamps her thighs around Jack’s face in response, quivering. Softly, Jack prys Komaru’s thick thighs apart. “My, my Dekomaru, are all those mangas you read as wholesome as you say they are?”, she smirks, her breath hot and teasing, tickling her flesh. “You seem to know an awful lot about touching yourself in naughty ways”. Komaru glares, opening her mouth to retaliate, but as she does Jack returns her tongue to prod at Komaru’s wet entrance and her words disintegrate into needy moans. “A-ah!! Toko, S-stop teasing me!”, Komaru pants, frustrated. Her outcry causes Jack to pause. Then, she grins. “You don’t have to worry, Dekomaru”, Jack coos up to her, looking into her eyes. “I’ll take care of you”. She slips a slender finger partially inside Komaru. She cries out, free hand gripping the sheets, the sensation igniting her nerves. “Are you alright?”, Jack asks, motionless, her expression concerned and Komaru nods. Gently, she pushes her finger past the knuckle into Komaru’s dripping slit, draws the digit out, and then slips it back in. Her breath hitches as Jack moves her finger, finding a slow pace to allow her to adjust to the penetration. Gradually, the feeling becomes less foreign to Komaru and she begins to squirm under Jack’s touch. “Good?”, she asks. “Mhmm”, Komaru replies. “More?”. “Y-yes please”. As Jack draws her finger out again, she pauses, positioning her index finger alongside her slick middle and pushes them in together, drawing another moan from the younger girl. Jack’s grin returns, driven by Komaru’s mewling. She withdraws her fingers and leans forward to return her mouth to Komaru’s clit, sucking delicately at the bundle as she pumps her fingers into Komaru. She begins to shake, a rising crescendo of gasps and moans escaping her throat, her nerves building heat and pressure in her stomach. Jack hums, wrapping her free arm securely around Komaru’s trembling thigh, grazing her fingers against her inner wall. She howls, arching her back off the mattress and Jack strokes the spot again. Komaru cries out, overwhelmed by blinding pleasure as she cums, thighs clamped around Jack’s head, her body trembling as she grinds against her mouth, riding out her orgasm, gasping. Komaru collapses back onto the bed, eyes closed, chest heaving, her fingers and toes twitching, aftershocks still rolling through her core. A thin dew of sweat has collected across her skin, her hair plastered to her neck and face, and she is aware that she will most likely need another shower. A hand cups her cheek, a thumb stroking against her face, and when she opens her eyes, Jack is towering over her. “How was that?”, she asks, grinning, clad only in her underwear and thigh highs, her hair wild. There is an indent in each of her temples that line up with where the frames of her skewed glasses sit on her face. Komaru idly wonders if her thighs probably sport similar indents, and the thought brings fresh heat to her nerves. She reaches for Jack, but she steps back from Komaru’s grasp. She whines. “Don’t worry, next time you can ride my face”, she winks, her tongue and chin wet. “Next time?”, Komaru asks, her tone genuinely wounded. “As much as I would loooove to crush your head between my thighs”, she chimes. “I’m a two party system”. Komaru nods. “Do you think”, Komaru says shyly. “She’s going to be angry?”. “Oh she’s going to FLIP out”, Jack laughs with shrill emphasis. “But…”. She pauses. “I think if anyone’s going to be able to move past it, it will be you two”. Komaru sits up, shaky, but beaming and Jack groans. “Don’t go all sappy on me”, she says. Komaru laughs and takes her hand. “I’ll be sappy...next time”, she replies, even attempting a wink. Jack rolls her eyes, steps back, and inhales deeply. “Ah...ah….ACHOOO”. The force of the sneeze snaps Toko’s head forward, her hair cascading around her face, blocking her expression from Komaru. Toko groans and there’s a pause before she lifts her head up, expression dazed. Komaru realizes she’s been holding her breath. “Ugh, what happened..?”, Toko mutters, rubbing her head. “The last thing I remember you were trying to corner me in the showe--”. Her voice drops when she finally shifts her gaze over to Komaru. “A-ARE YOU NAKED ?”. Then, she looks down at her own barely-clothed body. “W-w-why am I…”. She trails off, staring at Komaru, her brain connecting the pieces. “What did she do?!”. Komaru grabs the crumbled sheet lying next to her. “Hey, hey, don’t...don’t freak out”, Komaru says, wrapping the sheet around her body, as she stands up off the bed. Her legs feel like jelly and she buckles slightly when her feet hit the ground. She steadies herself back down on the mattress, pulling the bedding around her breasts. “What do you MEAN don’t FREAK OUT?!?”, Toko shrieks, her hands grasping at her hair, wide eyed. “What did she do?!?”. “She...uuuh…s-she let me in on some...feelings you’ve been having recently”, Komaru says. Toko gasps. “And things...escalated”. Heat creeps back into her cheeks. Suddenly, there is a hand on each of her bare shoulders and when she looks up, Toko is towering above her. “Komaru”, Toko growls, her eyes angry. “I swear if she hurt you I--”. “No! It wasn’t like that”, Komaru interrupts. “We uh...”. She trails off, dropping her eyes to the floor. “Hooked….up”. She holds her breath. Toko is silent for a few moments and Komaru looks back up to meet her gaze. Her eyes are filled with tears. “I...I told her not to do anything”, Toko says, angry, releasing her grasp on Komaru’s shoulders. “And now she’s gone and messed up the only good thing I had”. She covers her face with her hands. “Toko...you should have just told me--”. “Komaru, I am so sorry”, she says between her palms, her voice wavering slightly. “I wish a beast Monokuma would come eat me alive”. “Can I ask you something?”, Komaru asks. “And you’ll be completely honest with me?”. She nods. Komaru takes a deep breath. “What if I told you…that it’s fine because...um...”. Toko’s hands are still plastered to her face and her knuckles are turning white. “...I enjoyed...it?”. Heat floods Komaru’s cheeks and Toko’s breath hitches. Toko slowly lowers her hands, her gray eyes peering out from behind her finger tips. “Y-you’re just saying that”, she mumbles, her eyebrows furrowed into a piercing gaze. “Why would I just say that!?”, Komaru cries. “Do you really think I would lie to you about this!?”. “I don’t know!!”, Toko exclaims, her hands burrowing into her hair to grip her scalp, her chest heaving. “I-I, just--I didn’t want it to go like this and I know this is all s-stupid—”. “Toko”, Komaru says gently, and she stops. Komaru stands, wrapping the sheets snug around her body. She closes the distance between them and stops in front of Toko. “It’s ok. I’m not mad or upset. I’m sorry this isn’t how you wanted it to play out…”. She stares deep into her frightened gaze. “Are you angry?”. Toko shakes her head. “Are you worried because of Byakuya?”. “I don’t think so”, Toko says quietly. “Actually…um...I’ve been drafting a new book idea...about that...”. She trails off and gazes at the floor, her cheeks beginning to glow a bright red. “It’s about...appreciating the p-person in front of you who accepts you, instead of pining for the affection of someone who acts d-disgusted by your presence”. Komaru pauses to brush the stray hair from Toko’s panicked face. She glances back up at her and Komaru smiles. “You know...that sounds like the plot of a manga I read once”, she giggles. “I d-don’t think it’s fair that my alter got a chance to suck face with you before I did”, Toko replies. “You don’t have to make it worse by bringing up manga at a time like this...”. Komaru pauses, turning Toko’s phrase and the transpired events over in her head. “Actually, Toko”, she says, her lips curving into a playful smile as the realization hits her. “She didn’t kiss me”. Toko’s expression turns wide eyed and the fading blush in her cheeks returns. “Did she...do that on purpos-?”, Komaru begins to say, but suddenly Toko’s mouth is crashing down into her’s, their teeth bumping together before their lips meet. The action is clumsy and Komaru loses her grip on the sheet covering her bare body. When they pull apart, Toko looks even more mortified. “You know you can give me a real kiss, right?”, Komaru teases after a moment. Toko scowls, but as she opens her mouth to rebuttal, Komaru grabs her wrist to pull her body back against Toko’s, pressing their lips together. This contact is warm and gentle, and she tastes faintly like the toothpaste they had both used earlier that day. Toko’s lips are chapped, but the roughness helps solidify the fact that the ultimate writing prodigy is the one she’s actually kissing. Komaru closes her eyes, her head feels light and every nerve is suddenly burning. Toko’s hands immediately grasp at Komaru’s body, for a brief moment Komaru fears she’s crossed Toko’s boundaries, until she snakes one arm around Komaru’s waist to pull her closer. She combs her other hand through Komaru’s unruly locks, kissing her deeper, her tongue prodding for entrance past her lips. Komaru obliges, greedy, and when their tongues intertwine, she can taste herself on Toko’s tongue. The lingering musk makes her shiver. Toko steps forward without breaking the kiss and Komaru steps back to keep them balanced, the backs of her thighs bumping against the edge bed. She pulls back from Toko’s lips. “Stop me if you’re not alright with this”, Komaru breathes. She resists the urge to lean back in to her warm touch; she doesn’t want Toko to feel pressured into doing this, especially after the shock of what she had woken up to. But Toko returns the statement with a frustrated groan. “Y-you can’t just leave me like this”, she pleads, her breath hot against Komaru’s mouth. “My w-whole body is...warm…”. She unwinds her arms from Komarus body and reaches for her hands, dangling at her sides. Toko guides Komaru’s palms up her stomach, over her ribcage, and settes them on her breasts. Toko’s blush has managed to creep down her neck, across her shoulders and chest, and Komaru can’t help but admire how it makes her skin glow against the light cotton of her underwear. Toko scowls at her. “Quit staring!”, she frowns. “Don’t you know it’s rude to star--”, but she’s silenced as Komaru slips her fingers under the wire of her bra, softly sliding her fingers across Toko’s nipples. She stifles a needy moan and the sound makes Komaru’s head swim. Her fingers climb delicately across to the front clasp of Toko’s bra, unhooking the garment with a snap. Toko inhales sharply, her breath shaky as Komaru slides the garment off her body and onto the floor. Komaru plants a kiss in the center of Toko’s sternum, her mouth trailing down to her nipples. She takes one into her mouth, mimicking Jack’s movements from earlier, and sucks lightly. Her skin tastes like sweat and Komaru can feel her heart pounding. She swirls her tongue and Toko gasps, her legs buckling slightly. “We should probably move to the bed”, Komaru grins, her warm breath sending goosebumps across Toko’s skin. She nods and Komaru stands to meet her gaze. Carefully, she helps Toko onto the bed, her body trembling as she settles back against the disheveled sheets. Komaru rests above her, holding her weight on her elbows and trails kisses down her throat and collarbones, returning her attention back to Toko’s chest.This time, Komaru takes her other nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue against the hard bud. Toko squirms beneath her, eyes closed, and Komaru moves her hand to the other breast, rolling the nipple with the pad of her thumb. Toko bucks her hips, gasping, eyes wide, her glasses nearly spilling off her face. Komaru’s lips curl into a grin and Toko glares. “Don’t be so...a..ah…”, her words trail off as Komaru swirls her tongue intricately across her flesh. “...s-smug”, she finally manages, only after Komaru’s tongue has ceased its movement. “I’m sorry”, Komaru says. “I can’t help it, I’ve never seen this side of you before”. Toko scowls, panting, her whole body blooming a bright red. Komaru trails her hand from her breast, down the side of Toko’s body. Her fingers following the dip into Toko’s hips, still sucking at her flesh. Komaru’s hand reaches between her legs and presses her thumb against Toko’s soaked panties. A palpable shiver runs through Toko’s body. “Is this too much?”, she asks. “No, n-not enough....”, groans Toko, gyrating her hips against Komaru’s hand. Komaru slips her fingers beneath the waistband and trails a finger downward, through the tuffs of dark hair, settling between her folds, stroking her clit. Toko arches off the bed, moaning. It makes Komaru lust drunk: she savors the image of seeing Toko begging beneath her, but she doesn’t intend to keep her waiting as long as she had during their first encounter. “Please--”. “Alright, no more teasing, I promise””, she says. Komaru hooks her fingers under her panties and slides them off her hips, down her legs. She discards them to the floor to join their remaining clothing. Komaru shimmies downward to the end of the bed, until her face is parallel with her pelvis. She gently nudges Toko’s legs apart and when she glances up, their eyes meet. Toko grimaces, her glasses lopsided on the bridge of her nose and her long hair a disheveled mess,. “Sst-stop looking at me like that”, she says. “You’re b-being embarrassing…”. Komaru lets a silent moment pass between them, before she leans forward and closes her mouth against Toko’s clit. Toko bucks forward into Komaru’s mouth, clawing at the sheets, and Komaru sucks softly on her nub, slipping a finger inside of her as she does. “AAAH” , she moans, shuddering. “Are you okay?”, Komaru asks, pulling slightly away, a string of saliva dangling lewdly from her lips. “If you k-keep d-d-doing that I’m gonna cum”, Toko squeaks, covering her eyes with her hands. “Oh”, Komaru says. “You should uncover your face”. Toko lowers her hands. “Why?”, she asks, skeptical. “Because you’re beautiful and I want to see your face when you do”. Toko’s composure breaks. She snakes her hand into Komaru’s hair, gripping it firmly and guides her mouth back between her legs. Komaru resumes her movements, dragging her tongue across Toko’s clit. She uses one hand to keep Toko’s thigh open, and fingers her with the other, her movements picking up speed. Toko’s moaning becomes more and more frantic as she does, the grasp in Komaru’s hair pulling tighter. The next time Komaru pulls her finger out, she adds another digit as she slips back in, sucking her clit. “ K-komaruuu ...oooh, I’m..ahahh~”, her words diminish into inaudible cries and Komaru feels Toko’s body clench around her fingers as her orgasm hits. She moans, bucking her hips against Komaru’s mouth as she rides through waves of pleasure. Toko’s wetness drips down her fingers and she laps at it. It takes a few moments, but eventually Toko’s body stops shaking and untenses. As she settles back against the pillows, breathing heavily, Komaru slips her wet fingers out of her and is met with a soft groan in reply. “Where are you going?”, Toko whimpers softly. “I need a towel”, Komaru says. She stands and scans the floor for the towel she discarded earlier. She finds it outside of the bathroom and wipes her hand on it. When she returns to the bedroom, Toko is sitting up in bed, the covers wrapped around her. Her expression is weary and Komaru stops. “Well?”, she asks. “Well what?”, Komaru responds. “Are you really going to make me ask you to cuddle me?”, Toko says, rolling her eyes. “Are you joking?”. “Of course not! Cuddling is a very important aspect of romance”, Toko retorts. “The process of physical intimacy isn’t complete without embracing your lover when you’re done--”. Komaru climbs into bed next to her and pulls Toko towards her, silencing her. “Yeah, yeah, you’re the first person I’ll go to for romance advice”, she says sarcastically, wrapping Toko in her arms and pulling the covers around both of them. Toko lays against her, resting her head on Komaru’s chest. “I give good romance advice”, Toko mutters as Komaru strokes her hair. “Did Jack ruin any of my clothes?”, she asks after a moment. Komaru hesitates. “What did she cut?” “Your skirt”, Komaru says solemnly. Toko shakes her head. “Luckily, there’s extra uniforms in the basement”, Toko sighs. “She’s the worst”. “Maybe you should set up clothing cutting boundaries”, Komaru says. “I don’t think that would stop her”. A few minutes of silence pass between them before Toko speaks again. “Komaru?”. “Yes?”. “I just wanted to say...I think you are the first person who has ever made me feel cared for”. She pauses. “Thank you...from both of us”. Her heart flutters. Towa City was hardly a place she could have ever imagined finding such a beautiful person, but Toko had changed everything. She embraces her tightly “That makes more to me than you will ever know”.