(Digimon) Little Bit Of Sugar
Title: Little Bit Of Sugar
Fandom: Digimon
Pairing: Miyako/Mimi
Rating: PG-13
Words: 705
Notes: For 15pairings, prompt "something sweet".
Summary: Lips on lips, and Miyako can just get lost in it.
Kissing Mimi is something Miyako might never get used to. It’s sunshine and rainbows and fluffy fluffy clouds and all the things her mother had warned her didn’t exist in real romance, only in trashy novels. Her mother had promised her that real romance had more substance, had more strength to it than the vapid descriptions in girly magazines.
And Miyako feels guilty, because Mimi isn’t vapid and she has plenty of substance and she certainly isn’t trashy, but those are still the things that Miyako thinks of when she kisses Mimi. There are other things too, of course, but beautiful meadows and daisy-chains and floating hearts are still at the forefront of her mind.
Miyako has a sneaking suspicion the problem is with herself, and nothing to do with Mimi at all.
Mimi’s lips always taste like fruit, no matter what she may have been eating, and it had taken Miyako an embarrassingly long time to figure out that it’s all to do with Mimi’s penchant for flavoured lipgloss. Strawberry, and cherry, and apple, and grape, and raspberry, and Miyako finds herself craving fruit a lot more these days. That underlying sweetness, though, that’s all Mimi, and it tickles her senses in the same way as her flowery perfume, makes Miyako’s skin buzz and her lips feel ready.
Mimi is playful, and she never kisses the same way twice.
Mimi can be gentle and soft, and so very attentive, and she can make Miyako’s toes curl with the simplest of touches. Framing her face with her hands, feather-light brushes of her lips over Miyako’s own, drawing back every time to stare deep into Miyako’s eyes. Silent message, communication with touch alone, and Miyako understands and yearns for it, and lets Mimi set the pace, even though she wants to rush.
Mimi can be passionate and controlling, and Miyako still remembers the first time Mimi had silently lifted her glasses from her face. Had felt a flash of irritation, because she doesn’t like wearing her glasses, but they’re a part of her and she hadn’t liked the idea that Mimi might prefer her without them. But that had been a silly thought, an offensive thought, Mimi could never be that shallow. And when Mimi’s lips had all but crushed against her, tilting her head back at a harsh angle and making her gasp, Miyako had understood why the glasses may have been in the way.
Mimi can be slow and torturous, and Miyako doesn’t have much patience, so it doesn’t take much to get her fidgeting, but Mimi has a special skill for it. Drawing her out, and making her squirm. Letting herself be taken, and Miyako will often find herself leaning forward, because Mimi will be leaning back, and she’ll be smiling, both affectionate and mischievous. Because Mimi has a wicked streak, and she likes to tease, and she likes to see Miyako follow her, lips searching for more. And Miyako will scowl and pretend to be offended, so Mimi will have to kiss the frown away.
The first time Mimi had kissed her in front of their friends, Miyako’s heart had stopped. Their relationship hadn’t been a secret, because the DigiDestined didn’t have secrets, but it hadn’t been something they’d openly displayed. Miyako had liked keeping it to herself, cherishing it, something that belonged to just her and Mimi. But then Mimi’s lips had been on her’s, and the silence around them had been so very loud, and Mimi’s eyes were sparkling when she pulled back. And Daisuke was drooling a little too openly, and Sora had wolf-whistled, and Taichi had winked, and Miyako had realised that some things really were better when shared with friends. Because telling the world that she and Mimi were together didn’t make it any less special, it made it more so, and it suddenly felt huge and real and amazing.
No matter how many times they kiss, it always feels like the first. Miyako’s pulse catches, speeds up, heartbeat thundering against her chest. After a hundred first kisses, she thinks that maybe she should have adjusted to the feeling, but, no, kissing Mimi is something Miyako might never get used to. Not that that’s a bad thing.
Fandom: Digimon
Pairing: Miyako/Mimi
Rating: PG-13
Words: 705
Notes: For 15pairings, prompt "something sweet".
Summary: Lips on lips, and Miyako can just get lost in it.
Kissing Mimi is something Miyako might never get used to. It’s sunshine and rainbows and fluffy fluffy clouds and all the things her mother had warned her didn’t exist in real romance, only in trashy novels. Her mother had promised her that real romance had more substance, had more strength to it than the vapid descriptions in girly magazines.
And Miyako feels guilty, because Mimi isn’t vapid and she has plenty of substance and she certainly isn’t trashy, but those are still the things that Miyako thinks of when she kisses Mimi. There are other things too, of course, but beautiful meadows and daisy-chains and floating hearts are still at the forefront of her mind.
Miyako has a sneaking suspicion the problem is with herself, and nothing to do with Mimi at all.
Mimi’s lips always taste like fruit, no matter what she may have been eating, and it had taken Miyako an embarrassingly long time to figure out that it’s all to do with Mimi’s penchant for flavoured lipgloss. Strawberry, and cherry, and apple, and grape, and raspberry, and Miyako finds herself craving fruit a lot more these days. That underlying sweetness, though, that’s all Mimi, and it tickles her senses in the same way as her flowery perfume, makes Miyako’s skin buzz and her lips feel ready.
Mimi is playful, and she never kisses the same way twice.
Mimi can be gentle and soft, and so very attentive, and she can make Miyako’s toes curl with the simplest of touches. Framing her face with her hands, feather-light brushes of her lips over Miyako’s own, drawing back every time to stare deep into Miyako’s eyes. Silent message, communication with touch alone, and Miyako understands and yearns for it, and lets Mimi set the pace, even though she wants to rush.
Mimi can be passionate and controlling, and Miyako still remembers the first time Mimi had silently lifted her glasses from her face. Had felt a flash of irritation, because she doesn’t like wearing her glasses, but they’re a part of her and she hadn’t liked the idea that Mimi might prefer her without them. But that had been a silly thought, an offensive thought, Mimi could never be that shallow. And when Mimi’s lips had all but crushed against her, tilting her head back at a harsh angle and making her gasp, Miyako had understood why the glasses may have been in the way.
Mimi can be slow and torturous, and Miyako doesn’t have much patience, so it doesn’t take much to get her fidgeting, but Mimi has a special skill for it. Drawing her out, and making her squirm. Letting herself be taken, and Miyako will often find herself leaning forward, because Mimi will be leaning back, and she’ll be smiling, both affectionate and mischievous. Because Mimi has a wicked streak, and she likes to tease, and she likes to see Miyako follow her, lips searching for more. And Miyako will scowl and pretend to be offended, so Mimi will have to kiss the frown away.
The first time Mimi had kissed her in front of their friends, Miyako’s heart had stopped. Their relationship hadn’t been a secret, because the DigiDestined didn’t have secrets, but it hadn’t been something they’d openly displayed. Miyako had liked keeping it to herself, cherishing it, something that belonged to just her and Mimi. But then Mimi’s lips had been on her’s, and the silence around them had been so very loud, and Mimi’s eyes were sparkling when she pulled back. And Daisuke was drooling a little too openly, and Sora had wolf-whistled, and Taichi had winked, and Miyako had realised that some things really were better when shared with friends. Because telling the world that she and Mimi were together didn’t make it any less special, it made it more so, and it suddenly felt huge and real and amazing.
No matter how many times they kiss, it always feels like the first. Miyako’s pulse catches, speeds up, heartbeat thundering against her chest. After a hundred first kisses, she thinks that maybe she should have adjusted to the feeling, but, no, kissing Mimi is something Miyako might never get used to. Not that that’s a bad thing.