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YohaRiko
Kiss me, Fallen Angel
The scritch-scratch of the pen against paper filled the room as Riko penned formulas and solved a bunch of math equations that were issued as homework, and some additional questions simply to serve as a distraction from her errant thoughts for a certain fallen angel girl who was also her study buddy for the day.
And by errant thoughts, Riko is referring to the big, fat growing affection she has for said fallen angel girl, who was busy balancing a sleek black pencil with engravings Riko assumes was carved on by Yoshiko herself, on an eraser that was, of course, black in colour too, while the eraser balances on a small, bat-shaped pencil sharpener. Riko's lips twitched upwards as she idly wandered where her girlfriend went to shop for the stationery unique to her persona. Riko cannot help but admire the dedication and passion.
Riko sighs quietly, tapping the tip of her pen twice on an empty space of her worksheet, not minding the two blue dots that formed.
Girlfriend… The beautiful, silly, but wonderful girl sitting across of her in her room was her girlfriend. Everything still felt so new, as it should, since they only started dating two months ago. And as new relationships go…
Riko bites her bottom lip for a moment as she steals a glance at Yoshiko’s lips – protruding out in a pout as her tower of stationery fell apart. Yoshiko picks up the pencil, furrows her eyebrows as she faces off against her own homework (after 30 minutes of goofing around!).
Riko sighs again.
It has been two months. And in between the loving gazes, adorable blushes, sweaty handholding because they both get nervous, the comfortable bantering, and Riko was even featured on Yoshiko’s Fallen Angel video once! Introduced as her General Demon which Riko teased Yoshiko if that was code for girlfriend. Yoshiko turned as red as her favourite tabasco sauce as she spluttered out a series of denials before choking out yes. (Cute!) All that! And yet, they have not shared a kiss.
Riko does not sigh again. Instead, she rolls her pen across the table till it hits Yoshiko’s fingers. Yoshiko looks up, tilts her head to the sight and smiles.
“What’s up, Riri? Are you perhaps having trouble with solving your math assignment? Fear not, for I am here to bestow upon you enough dark power that you will be able to overcome those sinful formulas and sinister problem sums!” Yoshiko strikes a pose, three fingers up to her shining amethyst eyes, and a confident smile on her face.
Riko inhales deeply to calm her nerves before asking, “I can take your word for it?”
“Mm? Of course! I am the great Fallen Angel Yohane. Ku ku ku!” Yoshiko blinks out of her persona for a second before holding up her pose again.
Riko shifts to walk on her knees closer to her girlfriend. Noting the way Yoshiko’s pose falters and lips twitch, watching her approach.
“Um…Good that you knew to move closer for…better range in giving you the energy-”
“Yoshiko-chan.”
“It’s Yohane. But, y-yes?” Yoshiko squeaks as Riko’s face were mere centimeters apart from hers.
“I would very much like to kiss you right now.” Riko held their gaze even as Yoshiko blinked rapidly.
“P-Please…” Yoshiko’s eyes drifted to Riko’s lips and stayed there.
Riko licks her lips and grins slightly at how enraptured Yoshiko was with her lips, feeling pride at being able to make Yoshiko gulp audibly at the sight of her licking her lips.
“Are you ready?” Riko whispers.
“No…?” Yoshiko’s lips quivers, her voice an octave higher.
“Do you want to kiss me?” A petulant pouting tone finds its way into Riko’s voice.
Yoshiko nods rapidly before squeaking out, “I do. I want to. For a while now but…I… Do you?”
“Why would I not want to kiss my girlfriend, Yoshiko-chan?” Riko emphasizes her girlfriend’s name to make her point.
Yoshiko tears her eyes away from Riko’s lips to look into Riko’s passionate and determined hazel eyes. “It’s Yohane.” Yoshiko could not help but say. “Please kiss me.”
Riko breaks out in a grin before moving forwards again so that her lips ghosts over her girlfriend’s waiting lips. “Sure?”
“Stop making me beg for our first kiss, Riri!” Yoshiko hisses in a whisper.
Riko giggles before her piercing, heartful eyes returned them to a serious mood, before Yoshiko could let her mind run into overdrive, Riko presses her lips to Yoshiko’s, her eyes fluttering close without conscious effort. They both dared not to move, simply feeling their lips against each other for an extended amount of time before Riko pulls away to lick her lips again.
Yoshiko reaches up to gently bury her fingers in Riko’s smooth, red hair and pulled Riko back for another meeting of their lips. Yoshiko’s eyes remained resolutely closed as she kissed Riko firmly, making Riko’s heart drum painfully fast in her chest. Riko tried to shift subtly for a different angle but Yoshiko mistakes it as Riko wanting to end the kiss so she gasps apart, looking partially guilty.
“I’m sorry. I just- I wanted to kiss you again so I grabbed you. And I-”
Riko puts a pointer finger to Yoshiko’s lips that she wished she was kissing instead. “Firstly, don’t apologize after kissing me.”
Yoshiko swallows and nods.
“Secondly, you didn’t do anything I did not want you to.”
Yoshiko slowly nods.
“Now… Kiss me again?”
Yoshiko nods fervently, pulling Riko into her lap as they resume kissing.
It was their first kiss and more, so they both were only slightly bashful at the fact that the sun have set by the time they could pry themselves apart enough to intertwine their fingers and giggle shyly.
“I really do not want my mum to see us now.”
“If my lips are as kiss-swollen as yours, I don’t want anyone seeing me.” Yoshiko shakes her head with a smile she was unable to wipe off her face ever since they finished their make-out session.
Riko rests her head on Yoshiko’s shoulder with a chuckle. “Gosh, no… Imagine if you bump into You-chan on the way home!”
“That dense bucket? I’ll probably get away with telling her I ate a lot of tabasco-covered Takoyaki…” Yoshiko turns to look at Riko’s well-kissed lips.
“If Chika saw you though…”
Riko laughs and covers her face. “Ugh, I won’t hear the end of it.”
Yoshiko tugged at their intertwined fingers, an unspoken request.
Riko smiles and turns to meet Yoshiko halfway for another kiss.
When they part, Riko murmurs, “I think I’m addicted.”
Yoshiko hums for a few seconds. Riko knows she’s gathering courage. And she’d wait however long Yoshiko needed because the way her heart did a whole dance routine, she knew she’d never grow tired of the way Yoshiko loves her.
“I know I’m addicted to you, Riri.”
And their lips met for another magical kiss.