The futon was soft under Sabrina’s back, cradling her in an unfamiliar warmth as Miura leaned over her, her movements deliberate yet unhurried. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the faint scent of jasmine and smoke from the brazier mingling in the quiet room. Miura’s touch was light, like a brush of silk, tracing invisible lines down Sabrina’s arm as if savouring every moment.
Sabrina’s breath hitched as Miura’s fingers found the edge of her collarbone, trailing delicately before pausing at the lace of her bodice. Miura’s dark eyes searched hers, seeking permission, but also offering reassurance.
“May I?” Miura asked softly, her voice intimate, almost reverent.
Sabrina swallowed, her chest rising and falling with a nervous anticipation she had never known. She nodded, her voice too caught in her throat to answer aloud. The heat of Miura’s gaze, the way her fingers worked the ties of the bodice with practiced precision, sent a shiver down Sabrina’s spine that had nothing to do with the cool night air.
The lantern light played tricks on the shadows, painting the women's skin with flickering gold as Miura leaned down, her lips brushing the hollow of Sabrina’s throat. Sabrina let out a soft gasp, her fingers twitching against the futon, unsure of where to place them. Miura trailed kisses upward, each one a question and a promise, until their mouths met in a kiss that was as much discovery as it was affirmation.
Sabrina’s inexperience showed in the way her lips trembled, unsure but eager, her movements tentative as she followed Miura’s lead. Miura’s touch was steady, her hand sliding to cup Sabrina’s cheek, guiding her gently but never pushing. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, as Sabrina’s arms rose to encircle Miura’s waist, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together.
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The rustle of fabric broke the quiet, followed by the soft hum of Miura’s approval as Sabrina’s hesitant hands found her hair. The strands were impossibly soft, slipping like silk between her fingers, and Sabrina’s touch grew bolder as she explored the contours of Miura’s back, her waist, the curve of her shoulders.
“You’re beautiful,” Sabrina whispered against Miura’s lips, the words trembling but true. Her voice carried a wonder that made Miura pause, a faint smile curving her lips.
Miura pulled back just enough to look at her, her expression a mixture of tenderness and something deeper, something fierce. “And you are extraordinary,” she murmured, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from Sabrina’s face. “You don’t need to be anything but yourself with me.”
Sabrina felt heat rise to her cheeks, her heart pounding as she nodded. “I want to… I mean, I’ve never…”
“I know,” Miura said softly, lowering herself so that their foreheads touched. “I’ll guide you. We go at your pace.”
The words were a balm to Sabrina’s nerves, and her breathing steadied. Her hands slid downward, touching Miura’s waist, exploring the edges of her obi with a mix of hesitation and curiosity. Miura caught her hand, kissing her fingertips with a lightness that made Sabrina’s stomach flutter.
Miura leaned down again, capturing Sabrina’s lips in a kiss that was slower, deeper, more insistent. The world outside faded, leaving only the heat between them, the textures of silk and skin, the crackle of the brazier punctuating their quiet gasps and murmured words.
Miura’s hand trailed down Sabrina’s side, over the curve of her hip, grounding her even as her touch sent waves of unfamiliar sensation coursing through her.
Sabrina clung to Miura, her body arching instinctively as she let herself be guided by the rhythm of their shared desire.
Miura’s confidence never bordered on arrogance; instead, it felt like an unspoken promise, her touch reverent, her movements deliberate. She was showing Sabrina not just what love could feel like but what it could mean–to give oneself fully to another and receive the same in return.
As their bodies entwined, the vulnerability in Sabrina’s gaze met the certainty in Miura’s, and, for a moment, they were no longer two women caught in the confines of a cruel world. They were just themselves--bare, honest, and bound by a connection forged in defiance of everything that sought to keep them apart.