If I Shiver, Please Give Me a Blanket 2/4
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March 1 2010, 11:45:55 UTC
They ate in relative silence, sort of a usual thing when it was just the two of them. Minami wasn't too talkative, but Yutaka was happy just to have someone around, and she could tell by subtle changes in Minami's expression that she was glad to be there. Her heart sank a little further as she brought the delicious soup to her lips. All this effort put into just making her day a little less painful. She looked at Minami, whose eyes were closed as she tasted her soup, ensuring it was up to her standards, and sighed.
"Minami..." it hurt her to ask the question, but she felt so guilty. "You don't have to be here if you don't want to."
Minami didn't say anything, but was pulled straight out of her trance, putting the spoon into the bowl and looking at Yutaka, bewildered.
"I mean, you probably had plans for today. To go see Mickie-chan...I know you got some new books, and you usually go visit her and read. You...you brought the soup, and that''s-" she began to cough, cutting her sentence short.
When her short coughing fit had ended, Yutaka's hand, yet again, was between Minami's, but this time worry struck her face even more. "You're cold."
Yutaka nodded, her free hand sliding the wet cloth off her forehead and putting it on her bedside table. "This means I'm getting a little better. It's okay now, you can-"
She cut her off, "No. You're too cold. What do you do for this?"
"Well, when I was little, Yui-nee-san would get into the bed with me and hold me close, but-what are you doing?"
Minami smiled as she slipped under the covers. "Keeping you warm." She moved the soup tray to the beside table and slowly brought Yutaka onto her back. "Lie down and relax."
Yutaka couldn't believe it. Her sister was the only person who had previously done it, but here was Minami, her arms wrapping around her petite form, holding her close. Her body was exquisitely warm, much more so than Yui. She looked up at her stoic friend's face and saw her blushing quite profusely. Finally, she gave in, nuzzling her head against Minami's shoulders.
Minami blushed for reasons Yutaka was far too innocent to understand. The frail, tiny body in her arms, shivering as the warmth clashed with the sudden cold that had washed over her body, seemed like something she had to protect. She planted a soft, almost unnoticed kiss on Yutaka's forehead. She was feeling flustered, embarrassed, but at the same time the feeling of a body so close to hers made her feel strange. She knew exactly what the feeling was, it just bewildered her as to why it hit her now.
A torn Yutaka almost wondered similar things as the guilt began to give way to a strange feeling. The only other time she had seen two girls share a bed was one night when Kona-chan brought Kagami home to sleep over, and she saw things there that she and Minami were certainly not doing. Should they have been? She almost had an urge to reach up and kiss Minami, just to see how she'd react. No, that was the last thing she needed. Minami had done so much for her, and then capped it off by slipping into the bed to warm her body. She couldn't impose herself any further.
Funny, Minami was running on similar logic. Here was a sick girl, unable to do much, tired, and likely not able to put up much resistance, physically or mentally. She couldn't take advantage of that, even if subconsciously her hand had taken to stroking the small girl's hair.
"Minami..." it hurt her to ask the question, but she felt so guilty. "You don't have to be here if you don't want to."
Minami didn't say anything, but was pulled straight out of her trance, putting the spoon into the bowl and looking at Yutaka, bewildered.
"I mean, you probably had plans for today. To go see Mickie-chan...I know you got some new books, and you usually go visit her and read. You...you brought the soup, and that''s-" she began to cough, cutting her sentence short.
When her short coughing fit had ended, Yutaka's hand, yet again, was between Minami's, but this time worry struck her face even more. "You're cold."
Yutaka nodded, her free hand sliding the wet cloth off her forehead and putting it on her bedside table. "This means I'm getting a little better. It's okay now, you can-"
She cut her off, "No. You're too cold. What do you do for this?"
"Well, when I was little, Yui-nee-san would get into the bed with me and hold me close, but-what are you doing?"
Minami smiled as she slipped under the covers. "Keeping you warm." She moved the soup tray to the beside table and slowly brought Yutaka onto her back. "Lie down and relax."
Yutaka couldn't believe it. Her sister was the only person who had previously done it, but here was Minami, her arms wrapping around her petite form, holding her close. Her body was exquisitely warm, much more so than Yui. She looked up at her stoic friend's face and saw her blushing quite profusely. Finally, she gave in, nuzzling her head against Minami's shoulders.
Minami blushed for reasons Yutaka was far too innocent to understand. The frail, tiny body in her arms, shivering as the warmth clashed with the sudden cold that had washed over her body, seemed like something she had to protect. She planted a soft, almost unnoticed kiss on Yutaka's forehead. She was feeling flustered, embarrassed, but at the same time the feeling of a body so close to hers made her feel strange. She knew exactly what the feeling was, it just bewildered her as to why it hit her now.
A torn Yutaka almost wondered similar things as the guilt began to give way to a strange feeling. The only other time she had seen two girls share a bed was one night when Kona-chan brought Kagami home to sleep over, and she saw things there that she and Minami were certainly not doing. Should they have been? She almost had an urge to reach up and kiss Minami, just to see how she'd react. No, that was the last thing she needed. Minami had done so much for her, and then capped it off by slipping into the bed to warm her body. She couldn't impose herself any further.
Funny, Minami was running on similar logic. Here was a sick girl, unable to do much, tired, and likely not able to put up much resistance, physically or mentally. She couldn't take advantage of that, even if subconsciously her hand had taken to stroking the small girl's hair.
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