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Taoists?

(Continued from here.)

It had been several days since she had gone to wake Miko, several days since she had angered her. She had hoped that Miko might forgive her by this point, but she could feel it wouldn't be so easy. She had to make it right, but it was awkward.

Finally when she could no longer take the feeling of being punished she went to Miko's room to request an audience. Or more just to speak with her.

"Taishi sama," she spoke of softly from the other side. Even if Miko could not tell desires it was obvious she was worried and distressed. "I understand if you refuse me, for I much deserve it. But allow for me to at least express my deepest apologies properly...."

Even though she was still outside, she was kneeling down with her forehead to the floor.

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The major issue was she did not really know how to get to Miko, and was not so blinded that she wanted to be overly violent. But she could push Miko's leg further and further to the side increasing the awkward angle she held it in, holding tightly as she fell more into her own increased arousal.

"I... I do not care if it would help you," though it was more sensitive this way.

Miko winced as her leg was pulled into even weirder of an angle and a brief pain flared in her hip. "Yes you do." She paused to breathe, to shift a little bit to try to relieve the pressure somewhat. "Because if you didn't still care for me..."

She shifted her hips upward to suddenly grind harder back into Futo... and to keep the pressure of her hip a bit. "You wouldn't have kissed me."

"It was nothing more than a show of force...." though it was not the most convincing deflection.

No. No, no no, she would not give out until she had made Miko climax. Miko grinding harder into her just made her return it with more force.

Well. The defense had been weakened.

Time to hit the killing blow.

"Though you may not..." she had to pause for a soft moan. "Be my retainer anymore. Though you... though you may not - ah - have your position anymore..."

She paused to pant, to keep grinding her hips back. It was strong enough to be a little painful, but it was a good kind of painful. "And though I got angry with you..."

She put her hands over Futo's, gripping the wrists as well as she could. "It doesn't mean I... stopped... loving you as well. That doesn't just... go away... so easily."

"But put aside easily enough..." closed and shut off enough that the alternative option had been to get rid of her completely. That had hurt more than anything. It still hurt.... It was why she was angry now, it was why she was frustrated.

She didn't want to think about that, it just made her push harder and faster and want to dig her fingers into something or do something destructive.

Of course love didn't go away so easily, if it did would she be so upset? Would she be crying as she realized she was now?

"I will not..." but things were changing, and she had Futo now. "... I will not chase after something that will not give me what I want out of it. What I want to receive. And what I want to give. Your hesitance and constant second-guessing of your own actions... and of offending me in an archaic system that I don't even truly adhere to anymore... it's beyond frustrating."

She shifted her grip on Futo's wrists and yanked them forward to unbalance the other woman. Maybe it'd work. Maybe it wouldn't. But she was taking the moment of vulnerability in Futo's defenses for what it was. "Your views are endearing most times." Pant. Pant. "But in this, you have no flexibility. And you need some."

She was pulled off balance, rather easily, she was already fumbling and fell forward.

"I... I am still trying to adapt...."

Muuch better. And Miko allowed herself to wrap her arms around Futo to hold her down to her chest. A little swag and a little silver tongue and she had this situation back under her control.

"I know. But the truth of the matter is, this was a logical conclusion hundreds of years in the making," she gently stroked through Futo's hair. "To say yes... to let it go on to what was naturally progressing toward... that was all I wanted from you.

But you didn't want to. You wanted to drag your feet. And I don't have the patience for it any longer. Nor do I want to see you do something you don't want to do just because I said so. I am not truly your lord and master anymore. You must realize this."

"It does not feel as if it has been so long for me," she was not even remotely aware of the changing times.

She lost... she lost so easily. It wasn't fair.

"You are still my teacher.... But, the only thing you have said that I truly do not wish, is to tell me to leave and no longer care for you...."

"But it has been that long. And really. I cannot wait anymore," Miko moved her hands so she was clasping the sides of Futo's face, pulling her up and forward and ready for another kiss.

"If I'm not your master, then why would you have to listen to me?"

"One can not include time not experienced," too impatient.

She wasn't going to fight it, she moved easily with the motion.

"One still should listen to their teacher, but you just wish to cheat with that reasoning," but fine, cheat, it seemed to be how things would be. And instead of saying more, or waiting for the next annoying thing Miko would say she kissed her instead.

"Even still, were we going only by the times we were awake, it has still been years," she was done waiting, though. She truly was, and...

... Well a moment later Futo was kissing her instead and she could only relax into it, accepting and reciprocating now that things were much calmer, the tempers had cooled. Futo wasn't quite as frustrated.

... And Miko could keep pushing this along to its logical conclusion. In a calmer, gentler way.

She no longer felt that hopeless loss and rage she had, and did not feel insecure and tossed out. She was feeling safer and calmer. Though perhaps when her actions sunk in more she would become embarrassed by her conduct.

The years they were awake were complicated... she would have voiced that but, there a was a small matter....

"Taishi sama?"

"You don't need to call me that, I suppose you know," she shifted, kissing Futo gently on the cheek, first one, then around her jaw to the other. "But how can I help you?"

Old habits die hard, that habit died harder.

"There is a bit... a small amount of... dissatisfaction," was the best word she could think of.

There was a pause, a sigh, and a very 'here we go again' sort of motion.

"Yes, Futo, what is it?"

"I am rather, worked up, so to say. And it is a bit... hard to ignore...."

"You think I wasn't getting to that part, now?" She nuzzled under Futo's jaw. "My next request was going to be you strip out of your clothing and we finish this the right way."

"I was uncertain...." though without further prompt she did start to remove her clothes.

"Come now. As though I wouldn't want to finish things as well," she backed up a bit to let Futo have room to strip as she needed. "And, furthermore, it works out best in this way."

"It does?" It took a little bit to get all her layers off, though her skirt was simple enough. All that was really left now was to unwrap herself.

"I have the same feeling, Futo," she happily sat back up, then, wrapping her arms around Futo and using that as an excuse to find where the wrap began, and to gently begin to undo it. "After all, such an action did involve the both of us."

She raised her arms up so it was easier to remove it.

"That was... an unfair action...." and the shame was starting to set in.

"That was... oh what's the word they use nowadays - hot? Yes, that was hot, Futo. Arousing. Appealing," she finished unwrapping, then leaned forward to gently kiss around the little red lines where the binding and pressed a little too hard into the skin and irritated it. "Even if you wouldn't have stopped, or rather, had no intention of stopping if I'd said no. But you see how easily I calmed you down. Mm, I think I'd love it if you'd do it again. Without as much anger this time."

"I-I would rather not be so angry again... that is not something I want directed towards you...." because she knew very well her temper could be ugly and vicious. "But with more care, I am not apposed to such things."

Her whole body shivered at Miko's kisses, the contrast and her current state made everything feel more intense.

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