[As much as it is a privilege, and a relief, to be here, to watch Akira wake up from her nap, it's also a little bit scary. Hikaru doesn't want to admit to that part of it, though. Her bright smile doesn't indicate she's afraid of anything. But she's feeling nervous for all the small, just infinitesimal things she has noticed so far--just the tiniest things that tell her time has elapsed. Akira was gone for only a few months, no more than a semester abroad, and those months crawled by slower than being trapped in molasses and then getting dipped in a goddamn tar pit. All the same, that time really did go by. Akira's hair is longer than before. Not by much, but it's longer. And her cheeks are thinner. Her throat has more of an elegant hollow to it, and her legs cross over Hikaru's at different angles than they used to. She's getting taller. She's getting older. In another few months, just how different is she going to be? Physically? Mentally? What about another year? Two years? What about five more years, or another ten? Hikaru doesn't want to think about that kind of thing, but she never stops thinking about it. Probably, Akira would chide her for giving it a single thought. Probably, most likely, Akira would tell her "eternal" isn't a word she's using for shits and giggles...
Hikaru didn't plan to linger like this, wrapped up in tenderness, even with Akira's fingertips exploring her face. She wanted to hustle them both out of bed, and get dressed, and get spruced up a little, so they could go grab that bite to eat before it gets too late. But the warmth spreading throughout her chest tells her not to take any of this for granted, especially after waiting for months and months to have it. Her impatience is getting washed away, one inarguable ripple at a time. She's relaxing into the contentment of it, too. They don't have to rush. Don't have to hurry all over the place.
If she could have more of this careful reacquainting, she'd gladly pay for it with more tears.]
Mm, not too long, [says Hikaru, squirming in closer.] I woke up a little while ago, but it hasn't been all that long... [She unbuttoned her blouse earlier on, but she never peeled it off before climbing into bed. Another shift, then, and it's getting dragged down her shoulder, exposing the strap of a ribbon-adorned bra. Pale blue with white accents. Nothing too risqué. (She bought it while Akira was away, wanting it to be a homecoming thing, and she felt pretty stupid about that, afterward. She felt like some helpless girlfriend pining for her lover who had gone off to a great war.)]
I just wanted to see you again. As soon as possible.
[Her voice dips into something more conspiratorial, more intentional, just before she pushes Akira onto her back and then climbs on top of her. That's more like it.]
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Hikaru didn't plan to linger like this, wrapped up in tenderness, even with Akira's fingertips exploring her face. She wanted to hustle them both out of bed, and get dressed, and get spruced up a little, so they could go grab that bite to eat before it gets too late. But the warmth spreading throughout her chest tells her not to take any of this for granted, especially after waiting for months and months to have it. Her impatience is getting washed away, one inarguable ripple at a time. She's relaxing into the contentment of it, too. They don't have to rush. Don't have to hurry all over the place.
If she could have more of this careful reacquainting, she'd gladly pay for it with more tears.]
Mm, not too long, [says Hikaru, squirming in closer.] I woke up a little while ago, but it hasn't been all that long... [She unbuttoned her blouse earlier on, but she never peeled it off before climbing into bed. Another shift, then, and it's getting dragged down her shoulder, exposing the strap of a ribbon-adorned bra. Pale blue with white accents. Nothing too risqué. (She bought it while Akira was away, wanting it to be a homecoming thing, and she felt pretty stupid about that, afterward. She felt like some helpless girlfriend pining for her lover who had gone off to a great war.)]
I just wanted to see you again. As soon as possible.
[Her voice dips into something more conspiratorial, more intentional, just before she pushes Akira onto her back and then climbs on top of her. That's more like it.]