Fitting Back Together

That Kind Of Love

A/N:

[Trigger Warning: reference to sexual harassment, also brief discussion of sexual abuse (not Maisie, but still canon even though it's not brought up on the show]

The problem with having written rough drafts for like five other yumagna fics is that when I write a new one I can't help dropping references to things that take place in those ones because for me it's already happened which unfortunately means that I end up spoiling quite a lot. Anyway I decided to just roll with it. There's quite a bit being revealed in this fic that wasn't supposed to be revealed until my later fics (I've been working on a steady buildup for them, etc.). But I ultimately decided to throw out that plan and at least reveal a few in case my health gets so bad that I'm never able to post those future fics.

Warning: thirsty Miko, lol

. . .

'But if it's only tears and pain
Isn't it still worth the cost
Like some sweet saving grace
Or a river we must cross

If we don't understand
What this life is made of
We learn the truth
When we find that kind of love.'

- That Kind of Love by Alison Krauss

. . .

Magna slid a finger under her collar, mouth turning down. "Gotta say, as much as it sucked waiting tables at that truck stop, at least the clothes were a hell of lot more comfortable."

Yumiko's mouth twitched. "Knew you'd hate the bow tie."

She scowled, tugging at the stiff fabric encasing her throat. "It's like a goddamn collar."

Yumiko could sympathize. Magna had always hated having anything around her neck. Would never willingly have worn something like a bowtie in the past. Which, in many ways, was regrettable.

"Still. . . it looks good."

It looked hot.

The whole outfit did. And it was a fact that was growing harder and harder to ignore.

Magna paused in her struggle, stilling at the look on her face - a slow smirk coming to rise on her own. "It's doing things to you."

"No."

"It is." She snorted, leaning in. "You're hot for bow tie."

"And these."

Yumiko snapped a suspender.

Magna blinked, momentarily startled.

Though whether it was by the action or the fact that she'd responded to her flirting in kind, Yumiko couldn't tell.

Sometimes, Magna flirted as a defense mechanism. To disarm people.

To disarm her.

Likely, she hadn't expected anything to come of it.

But Yumiko couldn't resist playing along, was glad she had. Especially when she saw the faint evidence of a flush, rising up Magna's neck. She bit down on the urge to reach out and touch her skin, feel that heat.

Lay her lips against it.

It had been a long time since she'd had to resist an impulse like that. Resist the desire she had for Magna.

Yumiko had thought her days of doing so had ended about a year into their blooming relationship.

It was more than a little frustrating to be on this side of things again.