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"W-what do you wanna watch?"
"Mmm… a friend recommended Fifty Shades of Midnight," Astra said with a wicked grin.
Miyako put on the movie. And just like that, the two curled up in silence, sharing warmth, sake… and the sweet tension of a romance slowly, but surely, beginning to simmer.
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The movie had already started. The screen glowed in shades of blue and darkness, while the protagonist sighed for the mysterious and unsettling Midnight.
But on the couch, no one was paying attention to the sensual moans of the fictional drama.
Astra and Miyako were so close they melted into a warm embrace. The heat of Miyako's thighs held Astra with both firmness and tenderness, while her fingers absentmindedly played with the ends of Astra's hair.
"Are you watching?" Astra asked without looking up, a half-smile on her lips as she felt the slow, deep rhythm of Miyako's breathing just above her head.
"Y-yeah… sure. Very... educational," Miyako replied with a clumsy, almost nervous grimace that gave her away.
Astra let out a soft laugh.
"Educational, huh? Then maybe we should be taking notes."
"N-notes?!" Miyako choked on her breath, instinctively squeezing her legs together and unintentionally trapping Astra between them.
That's when she felt it: a tingling sensation rising on her skin. She looked down and saw Astra's tail—soft and playful—wrapping slowly and teasingly around her thigh.
A fiery blush spread across her face. She pressed her lips together as a subtle shiver ran down her spine.
Astra giggled quietly and loosened her tail, sliding it back under her body. She shifted slightly, nestling herself between Miyako's legs, one elbow resting on her thigh as if that were the most natural place in the world.
"Relax. I was just kidding. Well… kind of."
Miyako huffed and crossed her arms, but the blush lingered. It wasn't just the physical contact—it was the pounding heartbeat rising in her abdomen.
The atmosphere had changed. It wasn't the same old living room anymore.
It had become warmer, softer… more intimate.
The movie kept playing, but the sensual sounds from the screen were starting to matter less and less.
Astra tilted her head and rested it on Miyako's belly, wearing a small, mischievous smile.
Her eyes looked up at her—sparkling, yet calm.
"You're shaking a little," she whispered, letting her fingers slide toward Miyako's navel, tracing delicate, sensual strokes across her skin.
"It's—it's nothing!" Miyako replied quickly, fighting back another shiver at the touch. "It's just… a little cold."
"Cold?" Astra raised an eyebrow, tilting her face toward Miyako's cleavage. "With that heat on your face and that fiery cleavage?"
She peeked her head through the middle of Miyako's cleavage, gazing directly into her eyes.
Miyako didn't respond. She looked away, her lips pressed into a trembling line.
Astra stretched her tail toward the coffee table, grabbed her sake glass, and took a sip, causing much of it to spill over her chest.
Without giving it much thought, she pointed the glass toward Miyako, offering it to her face-to-face.
"Want some? It helps with the nerves."
Miyako carefully took it, her warm fingers brushing against Astra's. Their eyes met for barely a second, but the silence that followed felt eternal.
"Astra..." Miyako whispered then, in a tone almost fearful, like someone tiptoeing across an invisible bridge.
"Hmm?"
"What do you like about me?"
Astra turned fully. She opened her legs, wrapping them around Miyako, and settled onto her thigh, face to face, body to body, her chest resting against Miyako's, the shared heat in every point of contact.
"Do you want me to tell you everything I love about you?" she whispered, her voice as soft as a caress, while her now-free tail slowly descended, delicately brushing against Miyako's intimate area.
"Mmmm~" Miyako nodded, barely holding back a moan, longing to hear more, as if each word could melt her a little further.
Astra, alarmingly calm, with a smooth motion, pressed herself against Miyako's firm thighs, drawing closer. But it wasn't enough.
With a small push, she stood on tiptoe, lifting herself to reach Miyako's face. Her hands gently moved upward, tangled in Miyako's neck, searching for stability as she leaned in.
Miyako instinctively slid her hands around Astra's waist, helping her hold her balance. Her touch was warm, firm, possessive.
Their breaths mingled, and Astra began to speak.
"I love how you frown when you're thinking seriously like the whole world focuses on that gesture. It melts me how you care for others in silence, without seeking recognition, just because it's in your nature. I fall for how your eyes light up when you talk about what you're passionate about as if an entire constellation lives inside you."
She moved even closer, her lips barely grazing the edge of Miyako's ear, and whispered with her heart in her voice:
"I like you... for everything you are. Whole. With your lights, your shadows, your silences, and your storms. All of that, I choose."
Miyako swallowed. Her hand slowly lifted to brush Astra's cheek, caressing it with the tips of her fingers, as if touching something fragile, precious.
"You're an idiot," she murmured, her voice cracking with emotion.
"And you're beautiful," Astra whispered, gazing at her with affection that melted her.
"And you're beautiful," Astra whispered again, looking at her with a tenderness that melted her.
No more words were needed. Just a gentle tilt, a silent question, and the soft brushing of their lips.
Miyako responded.
The kiss was shy at first, like the flutter of a butterfly's wings.
But soon it deepened, becoming more passionate.
Miyako clung to Astra's muscular frame, pulling her closer, while Astra held her by the neck, guiding her head down to kiss her gently, with restrained desire.
The size difference disappeared in the brush of lips, in the shared breath, in the way their bodies fit together perfectly as if they had always belonged to each other.
The movie played on in the background, forgotten. The room was a universe unto itself, where only the two of them existed, along with the murmuring of accelerated hearts.
After a few seconds, they pulled apart by only a few inches. Astra sighed against her lips.
"Wow..." Miyako murmured, her breath uneven.
"Was that... educational?" Astra joked with a mischievous smile.
Miyako rolled her eyes and gave her a light kiss.
"Shut up."
But the smile on her lips gave her away.
They both laughed, whispering and smiling. Astra settled back between Miyako's legs, this time with Miyako holding her around the waist, her chin resting on top of her head.
They watched the movie in silence...
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The movie ended. At some point during the night, food arrived, but it was left half-eaten, forgotten on the table.
In Hana's room, the mother slept like an ancient goddess, surrounded by her sweet scent and cheap wine.
And on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, Astra and Miyako snuggled together, sharing the warmth of their bodies.
The dim light from the TV cast soft shadows across their skin.
Astra, still holding Miyako's waist, settled on her body, feeling the warm breath of her lover against her forehead.
Miyako slid her fingers between Astra's mechanisms, intertwining them gently. Her caresses were slow, absorbed as if she were drawing memories on her skin.
Astra lifted her face, her golden eyes glowing in the dimness.
"Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" she asked in a whisper, her voice barely audible.
Miyako gave a sleepy smile.
"With you? Always."
But neither of them was tired.
The silence between them was dense, warm, and filled with something that made their hearts beat faster.
Astra, still on top of her, leaned in a little more. Her hands softly wandered along Miyako's arms, rising to her neck, to her cheeks, framing her face with an almost reverent devotion.
Miyako's lips were parted, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
"Miyako..." Astra murmured, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you want... to do it?"
A blush covered her cheeks like a flame, but she didn't look away.
Miyako blushed too, her furry skin glowing in the blue light from the screen.
Astra felt Miyako's body tense, but not in discomfort—rather in a sweet, trembling anticipation.
Miyako swallowed, her fingers gently gripping Astra's back, tracing invisible lines on her skin.
"Yes... I want to. But only if it's with you."
Her voice was soft, yet firm.
She was trembling, yes, but not from fear.
It was the tremor of someone about to cross a door they had never crossed, yet didn't want to step back from.
Astra looked at her, amazed. As if Miyako's answer was exactly what she expected.
"Are you sure?" she murmured, her forehead resting against Miyako's. "I don't want to do it just because the moment feels sweet, or because the night is wrapping us up. I want it to be real. For you to look at me like this... and still choose me."
Miyako answered without hesitation.
"I choose you, Astra. Tonight, and in all the nights that follow."
Astra looked at her tenderly, with a love so immense it filled her chest to the brim. She slowly slid down, resting her body against hers, bringing her face closer until their lips brushed the curve of her jaw.
"It's my first time..." she whispered, kissing her softly.
Miyako closed her eyes, letting out a broken sigh, as she said:
"It's our first time."
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Fin Capitulo 17
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New note: In the end, the chapter turned out to be a bit more 18+ than I had originally planned.
Next note: We are at chapter 17 without having started U.A. (U.A. Academy) yet. The story has dragged on longer than expected. After this chapter, there will be a special chapter that will also serve as a poll on my patreon, where you will decide whether or not you want a world trip first before canon. [a chapter style I've never seen before, and I'll try to update it here, so both sides can vote, although I'm sure the patreon ones will have an advantage depending on the level, it's the least I can give them].
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