Fitting Back Together

Make This Go On Forever

A/N: christmas present for you guys! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas (if you celebrate)

Gonna be honest, I'm finding writing sexual scenes incredibly difficult.

a) because I haven't had a libido to speak of since my illness got worse last year; and b) because I've got to try really hard to forget the fact that Eleanor and Nadia play these characters, because otherwise it just feels incredibly weird and uncomfortable. Not an issue I've run into before when writing fics but I haven't really interacted with the actors of other characters I've written for before so, hence, the weird. However, sometimes the story demands it and there are a few chapters in this fic where it does and it feels natural - and right - for things to progress like that. Hopefully, the scenes aren't too terrible lol. 

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Trigger Warning: implied sexual trauma

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Previously:

"This isn't your fight, Miko."

Hardening her jaw, Yumiko took a step closer, gripping her hand. "Your fights are my fights. And my fights are your fights. That's how it's always been and that's how it's always going to be." She allowed her lips to lift, to dare at a smile that was both teasing - and fragile. "Don't tell me you forgot?"

Magna gazed at her. Silent. Mask slipping.

(crumbling)

The vulnerability there was painful, painful because of the surprise that accompanied it - the fucking surprise.

Yumiko went to reach out, to touch her face-

Found herself grasping at empty air as Magna turned away. The hand in hers slipping free.

Disappearing.

She clenched her jaw against the loss.

"Maybe I did forget." Magna hunched her shoulders, hands sinking into the water once more - and that wall, which had so slowly started to inch down, shot abruptly back up. Leaving Yumiko trapped on the other side. Again. "Considering."

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It was easy to get lost in Magna's arms, easy to be consumed by the taste of her mouth, the heat of her skin. To lose all track of rational thought.

Yumiko burned under her touch, time falling away as she pressed in deeper, gripping Magna's shoulders. Felt an answering pressure against her hips. She panted, breaking for breath, before diving in again, eagerly searching out her mouth, searching out every part of her that she could find.

The fingers at her hips dug deeper. Nails edging into her skin. Yumiko hoped they left a mark. Hoped that tomorrow she would wake up to find the evidence of this night sealed to her flesh. That it wouldn't fade like a dream.

That they wouldn't.

"You have no idea how hard it was for me not to do this all night," Magna breathed, mouth parting from hers the barest amount. "Not to touch you. Really touch you."

Yumiko's head fell back as that mouth found new territory on her jaw, mapping a path to her neck. God. ". . . I think I have some idea."

And she wasn't the one who'd retreated from so many attempts.

Magna's lips parted, the heat of her tongue sending a shiver down Yumiko's spine and she gripped the back of her head, holding her in place - in case she got the insane notion to venture elsewhere.