/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>You lift your hand and brush away a lock of her short blonde hair from the side of her face. You let it linger there, your fingertips against her temple, your palm cupping her chin. You expect her to pull away, but instead she just closes her eyes.

>You stroke the side of her face gently, your fingertips feather-light. Maybe you’re afraid of breaking her, somehow, she’s so fragile and beautiful in that moment. She sighs, so softly it’s little more than an exhalation of breath, and then she turns her face towards your caresses. She lifts a hand and takes hold of yours and for a moment you think she’s going to move it away, but instead she brings it to her lips and kisses it.

>“Do you really want such a stupid old fox?” she mutters.

>You don’t say anything and just lean forward and bring your lips against hers.

>In that moment, time and space hang motionless, as if crystallised. If your heart is beating, you don’t feel it. All you can feel is the softness of Ran’s lips against yours, the warmth of her breath, scented with the perfume of rice wine and the sweetness of mochi. You open your lips, and hers do as well, and after the lightest touch of your tongues you break the kiss.

>She opens her eyes. There is a pinkness in her cheeks and her lips curl up into a smile you’ve never seen before. It’s sultry, and almost predatory.

>“Are you really that inexperienced, or are you just teasing me?” she asks. Then it’s her turn to lean forward into the kiss, but this time she lifts her hands and cups your face as your lips meet. She won’t let you move away again.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/1361245/chapters/2842672