Fitting Back Together

Coming Home

A/N: So so sorry for the late update. Not in a good way at the moment. Experiencing a lot more pain than usual that's making it hard to focus but also to use my hands for typing. The next chapter after this should come out pretty soon though because the draft wasn't as messy as this one.

Also I am most definitely going to hell for this chapter but it had to be done

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Trigger Warning: sexual trauma, reference to past abuse, implied sexual abuse, PTSD, emotional flashback. . . I'm probably missing something. It's really not as dark a chapter as it sounds but I'm putting the warnings here to be on the safe side

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Hands smoothed over Yumiko's back, squeezing and kneading as they went, nails grazing hard across her skin-

She hissed, breaking for breath. Momentarily losing her focus.

A problem that was only exacerbated when Magna moved to nibble at her neck. The gentle scrape of her teeth had Yumiko's limbs turning to liquid under the onslaught. They melted, folding to the heat of Magna's tongue.

Her elbows buckled.

A gasp tore itself from her lips as she fell forward, her weight landing on Magna before she could catch herself.

Fuck.

The body under her tensed and Yumiko went to move away-

Hands flew to her hips, holding her in place.

"You're good," Magna panted, lips breaking from her skin for a moment. "Stay."

"You sure?"

Those hands moved up to squeeze her arse. "Very sure."

Yumiko stifled a moan, taking Magna's face in her hands and crashing into her lips. Their teeth knocked together a moment in her haste but it barely registered, couldn't compete with the abundance of sensations storming over her, everywhere their bodies met.

Fingers dug into her flesh, pressing her close, and this time Yumiko couldn't stay silent. Groaning, she ground down against the added friction - Magna swallowing the sound with another kiss, drawing her closer still. Urging her on.

Shit.

(cold feet certainly wasn't an issue of concern anymore)

Fingers skated across the back of her thigh, dancing inwards. . .

Not an issue at all.

Yumiko could feel the race of Magna's pulse, beating frantically against the pads of her fingers as they moved down her neck to grip her shoulders.

Magna's lips tore from hers, starting a desperate path up her jaw, to her ear. "I want to touch you."

Yumiko bit her tongue, unable to stop her fingers from digging into her shoulders. "Me first."

Magna's hand left its place on her thigh, snaking between them. "I don't think so."

Yumiko caught that hand in a flash, tangling their fingers together and redirecting her course. "I think so."

She dragged Magna's hand down, watching her expression intently, waiting for the moment her mouth parted. There. "But I'll settle for watching you touch yourself."

Their conversation earlier had certainly left her hungry for exactly that.

Magna closed her mouth, cheeks flushing as she tried to steady her breathing. Yumiko opted to add to that struggle, bending her head and taking her mouth in a bruising kiss.