Pilot | Koyuki

BLACK TEARS, BLACK SMILES

Black credit cards and shoes
You can call
all the people you want
But it's you who's being used

Mmm...

Every now and then she theorized that people get lucky, and today she concluded she was one of those people. Mei found herself in the most comfortable position in her life. Ever since certain "moments" in the sexual venture, her entire body felt tingly and exceptionally light. Had she been in a shoddy state of mind, she might have even reckoned she could fly. The taste of specific elements continued to linger on her tongue and she almost was sad they were going to have those treats soon, because she wanted to savor that flavor forever.

Thankfully, her roommate wouldn't be present for a handful of hours. She entertained herself with the thought the universe thought well of her today.

She was actively preserving the taste she inwardly claimed to be fond of through means of her uniquely textured tongue; a repeat of earlier on when she chose to lick Koyuki's cheek—but this was sequential and the motions were distributed to a portion of her perhaps closer to her heart.

"It was," she replied to the understated claim, before duly continuing, "my first, in fact."

Purring—just as Koyuki wanted—she was told that they have ten minutes left to spare. The window of time wasn't large enough to squeeze in one more round, but it was enough to spend some time with someone who she was rapidly valuing more and more. Things of this nature weren't casual for her, she mused, and should they persist she was positive it could develop into something truly beautiful.

"We could talk, or maybe I could just keep kissing you," she began, raising her head and drawing her facer closer to Koyuki's own. Ambiguous as her tone was, she chose not to be a tease, and once again, she'd brush her lips against Koyuki's, and kiss her. Once her mouth was liberated, she added, "discuss some things, like perhaps the possibility of going on a date tomorrow?"

BLACK TEARS, BLACK SMILES

Black credit cards and shoes
You can call
all the people you want
But it's you who's being used

Not even bringing up those unpleasant ruffians could make Mei lose her current train of thought that pertained to Koyuki's stunning figure. Mei knew it wasn't polite to stare, but it was hard to not get mesmerized by the sight before her. Normally she wasn't the type to feel like this for someone arbitrarily, but in demeanor and sexuality, she matched with Koyuki like peanutbutter did jelly. She didn't make her feel inferior whatsoever; sweet like a frozen dessert - Mei could attest to this being both figurative and literal.
"Next time," she started in response, her voice sounding remote and distracted, as her mind was fixed on something else, "next time I'll pursue them and hit them with the car. They like it so much, so they shouldn't mind, right?"

Having a significant other—is that what she should refer to her as? She hadn't imagined having one would be so... nice. She heard horror stories about them, and the cynic inside of her made them out to be even worse. Over time she developed a bias and tried to avoid them, but when she inevitably got into a relationship like that, her anxieties were melting away. Funny how someone so cold could have an effect like that on someone. She wouldn't ever admit it, but deep down she was a little scared. The closer you were to someone, the easier you could get hurt—but, she trusted her quicker than usual. Thoughts like those could just go to hell.

Not only was she cute, but she, like herself, had added bonuses. These included, but were not limited to, how she could bake like a professional. In fact, it was professional in Mei's opinion. Standing up and saunter over after some time, she gawked at the masterpiece of a food item in a way that didn't leave much of her thoughts to question.

And like any sane individual who was made an offer like that, she plopped down onto Koyuki's lap. It was comfortable, to say the least. She made sure not to get in the way of her occupied hand. Obviously feeling affectionate, she kissed her shoulder, and then she delivered a kiss to her neck, and elevated her head slightly, to place another on Koyuki's cheek. "Perhaps I could pick you up at your place, then."