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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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Honestly, she wouldn't complain. Perhaps a little in her body, and the way she moved into Futo's fingers, the soft noises she made, especially at the shock of pleasure that went through her at the pressure on her clitoris.

But then those fingers were slipping inside her, and she softly moaned Futo's name, drawing out the last syllable for as long as it took for those fingers to come to rest as deeply within her as she could. She relaxed, back, resting her head on Futo's shoulder with her back arched more, and her neck exposed, and her body tensing just a bit to keep herself pushed into those fingers.

She pulled Miko against her as the other arched her back. She moved her head to kiss at the side of her neck as her fingers pressed as deeply as they would go and began to move in and out. First she was slow, but bit by bit increased her pace only to return to a slow pace again in order to repeat the process. As she did this she tried to see if she could get her thumb into a place to maximize the stimulus given, and press it so again the clitoris was not ignored.

Miko was rather glad for her instruction not to move quickly. At least in this situation, the lower pace made things feel more like actual lovemaking, soft and gentle and tender and everything she wanted after that fight. She couldn't help the occasional continuation of utterance of praise; it felt far too good not to encourage more and more. After all, Futo was, perhaps surprisingly, doing a great job with it.

She moved one hand to gently rest atop Futo's as it worked between her legs, and the other came up to push her fingers into Futo's hair and encourage things even more.

She was definitely building up, but it was slow and languid, exactly as she wanted.

This was very much what she preferred, closeness, affection. Giving pleasure for the sake of seeing the one she loved enjoy it. To hold her close and to feel her move, to hear her breath and sighs.

She nibbled lightly at Miko's neck trailing down to where it connected to her shoulder, burring her face into it at the feel of Miko's fingers in her hair. She was in no hurry, and would try and respond to what Miko seemed to want.

"Ah... Futo," a shiver racked her body as the other woman's name left her lips in a soft sigh. Miko leaned her head over a bit to rest it against Futo's with the warmth of Futo's kisses suddenly nuzzled into her neck and shoulder. "A little faster..." And she meant it. Not much. Just a little. Enough to keep pushing things along.

But she wouldn't hit her peak quite yet. Orgasm was not exactly her greatest goal at the moment. What she wanted was to keep just feeling her retainer's touch, for as long as she could.

She slowly increased her pace so she would not go too fast. Gentleness to make up for her shame.

It certainly was enough to get Miko's voice a bit louder, and she tried to tell her what she had done was good... but it sort of got lost in a breathless moan.

With that moment, she definitely felt herself inch closer and closer to the peak, and she felt the familiar warm sensation all throughout her as she finally hit the last bit. There wasn't a particularly loud cry or anything, just a sort of strained noise as her whole body tensed enough it hurt in a sort of good way before she slowly melted back into Futo.

As she felt Miko tense and then ultimately relax she eased her motions, though slowly, finally retracting her fingers and warping both arms around Miko's waist. She laid her head on Miko's shoulder, letting some of her hair fall forward and did nothing but hold her tightly.

"Please... please let such things not come to pass again."

She took a moment to respond, mostly because of her labored breathing.

"If we have come to our understanding, then we will never have to again."

"We have... we very much have," she could almost cry again, she almost felt like it. She could feel it just below the surface daring to break. As it to hold it in she tightened her hold around Miko.

"Good," she leaned back into the touch, stroking Futo's hair yet more. "Relax. All is well for now."

"But... even though I feel much more secure, and content and sure, I committed a great wrong, and felt much loss," she spoke softly, closing her eyes as she continued. "I am becoming aware that I have a need to speak up... and air the thoughts of my mind directly. Which in and of itself feels a tremendous difficulty."

It was becoming all too clear that she relied too much on Miko understanding her through desires alone.

"May I make a request?"

"That you have come to realize that is a step to ensuring such a situation never happens again, you realize," Miko replied, turning her head to kiss the side of Futo's the best she could with her angle.

"Speak, then, if you wish."

"I am sad to lose the comfort of my previous assumptions however..." but on to her request. She doesn't speak up right away however, allowing a moment to hang first.

"Will you hold me?"

"If that is the extent of your current desire..." Miko shifted a bit to get out of Futo's grasp so they could, in a way, switch positions. "I believe I can, and will, grant that."

Once shifted she laied her head back down against Miko's shoulder.

"I feel at ease when you are close... it is comforting."

"Such is the power of that curious little emotion they call 'love', hm?" Miko smiled, extremely fondly, as she pulled Futo into a nice, warm, close embrace.

"I have always felt comfort at your proximity. Few have ever left me feeling so at ease to be near them."

"Well, it's to be expected, I suppose," she tilted her head a bit. "The desires of your heart are fairly obvious to the one they're directed toward, after all."

"Are you saying I am easy to understand, or that you find I am easy to understand?"

"Clarify that sentence a bit, Futo."

"Do you personally find me easy to understand, or am I simply easy to perceive by others?"

"I'd say the former, for the most part. If it were so easy for others to discover you..." she laughed. "Ah, I wouldn't have gotten away with all that I did."

"I would hope when I am wishing to conceal my intentions they are hardly anywhere near easy to see... but at the same time, I have felt isolated when I wished others to understand."

"Is it not because at times you yourself are so unsure that your desires get all mixed up in each other and so tangled they don't come out properly? At least, that seems to be the problem I get: you don't precisely know what you want, so the desire that shines through the strongest isn't always the one you want it to, or perhaps, it gets confused with others."

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