Destinado a ti (Fayeyoko)

12

Please be patient, I'm new to this kind of scenes. I feel a little embarrassed (':

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Arriving home, Faye hurriedly closed the door and, with one decisive move, pushed Yoko against it. The soft smack of her back against the wood sent a surge of adrenaline through Yoko's body, leaving her breathless. Faye didn't waste a second; without hesitation, she closed the gap between them, melting into a deep, urgent kiss. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, sliding from Yoko's neck to her hips, clinging to her with a repressed hunger.

With one jerk, Faye grabbed the hem of Yoko's sweater and slid it up quickly, leaving Yoko's skin exposed to the air, as she stood still, feeling her legs tremble under the intensity of the moment. Though surprised by Faye's sudden fervor, Yoko couldn't help but reciprocate the deep, desperate kisses, her own hands shaking as she braced herself against the door.

As she pulled the sweater off, Faye paused for a moment to look at her, smitten by what she saw. Yoko was wearing a lilac spandex top that showed off every curve of her figure. Her chest rose and fell to the rhythm of her rapid breathing, and the delicate abs that were hinted at beneath the fabric seemed to beg to be explored. Faye felt her desire rise, her gaze scanning every detail of Yoko as she leaned in to kiss her again, this time on her neck, with slow, deep kisses, descending until she brushed the beginning of her chest.

She could hear the strong beat of Yoko's heart, and the small sighs that escaped her lips were music to her ears. But just as her lips approached Yoko's exposed skin, she felt cold hands gently holding her shoulders.

"Fa... Faye, stop. Please," Yoko whispered, her voice broken and shaky.

Faye immediately pulled away, taking a step back, her gaze meeting Yoko's eyes. The vulnerability in them was evident: a mix of desire, fear, and something else she couldn't quite fathom. Seeing her like this, Faye felt overwhelmed and let out a soft, nervous laugh, scratching the back of her neck in an attempt to lighten the tension.

"I... I'm sorry, Yo. I got carried away," she murmured, trying to contain the mix of emotions that were overwhelming her.

Yoko, slightly flushed, picked up her sweater from the floor and put it back on, turning toward the living room with slow steps, turning her back to her. Faye, feeling scared and somewhat embarrassed, followed her, and when she reached her, she wrapped her in a hug from behind, resting her head on her shoulder and whispering in a shaky voice.

"I'm scared, Yo... I'm so scared of losing you, of not being enough for you," Faye confessed, her voice breaking. "I know you've never been with a woman before, and that scares me. I'm terrified that I won't be what you want, or what you expect. Because I like you, Yoko... I like you so much that I don't want to lose you. Forgive me if I made you feel uncomfortable just now."

Faye's words cut deep into Yoko's heart. Feeling Faye open up with such sincerity and vulnerability made her own insecurities seem small. She turned her face to see Faye over her shoulder, her eyes full of tenderness and understanding.

Without saying a word, Yoko slowly turned in her arms, facing Faye. She gently caressed her cheek, while looking at her with a mix of compassion and affection. Still without speaking, she leaned towards her, giving her a soft kiss, one that wasn't one of overflowing passion, but of acceptance and tenderness.

"I want you in my life too, Faye," she finally whispered, allowing her own words to heal the wound Faye had revealed.

Yoko turned in Faye's embrace, and without letting go, she brought her trembling hands to her face, wrapping it gently.
"Look at me, Faye," she whispered, and placed a soft kiss on her nose. "I like you too... a lot. I'm sure of what I feel and what we are. It's just that... I've never been with a woman and that makes me a little embarrassed." As she said this, Yoko lowered her gaze, her voice full of tenderness and insecurity.