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Ena followed Mizuki who was pulling her arm, as she was running hastily and laughing obscenely loud for no particular reason — just being her usual goofy self. Her palms were sweaty, Ena’s hand kept slipping out of their grasp. Mizuki intercepted it again and again, intertwining their fingers tighter. As they climbed the stairs to the second floor, Mizuki was already fumbling for the keys in her beach bag. She hurriedly opened the door, dragging Ena inside their shared apartment and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Then she kissed her once more, closing the door behind them.
"Ah, you have no idea what a torture that was! I've wanted to kiss you so badly all day!" Tossing her keys on the shelf and letting the bag roll off her shoulder, Mizuki put her arms around Ena's waist, causing her to shiver and look up at her girlfriend's face. Mizuki relaxed, dumb happy smile washing away as she lost herself in Ena’s gaze. She reminded her of a fawn with her chestnut brown eyes. Mizuki's gaze suddenly grew heavier, admiring the girl caught in her embrace.
"I love you, Enanan." Mizuki whispered as their lips met for a kiss.
Ena mumbled something inaudible against Mizuki, squeezing her eyes shut and panting a few seconds in. The latter, sensing the vibration on her lips, leaned back, a string of saliva following.
"Ah, sorry, it's too hot to kiss today, I guess?" She laughed nervously, feeling uncomfortable with the reaction — or rather, the lack of it. Usually Ena was the one who initiated things, but today she seemed to be more passive and depressed. Perhaps it was today's heat and the fact that, after they left the beach, Mizuki kept dragging her around to cheer her up. Apparently it was pointless. Ena couldn't stand the heat, becoming grumpy and disgruntled with everything. Today, though, all her quips were gone. Had Mizuki tired her out completely?
"Ah, no, I just...didn't have time to inhale, my throat was dry. Let's do it again," Ena muttered, averting her gaze, being pulled out of her trance by the comment.
"With pleasure," Mizuki, exhaling in relief, got all excitedly happy again. She smushed into Ena's lips without hesitation. The kiss lingered sweetly with the aftertaste of the popsicles they ate on their way home. Blueberry met strawberry. The colors on their tongues blended into purple.
"Mmm, you're tasty," Mizuki licked her lips contentedly, looking at Ena, who continued to worry about something. She picked up on her anxiety quickly. "Hey, is everything okay? Do you want to take a break? Sorry, I must have worn you out today."
"No, not at all. I was just thinking..." She forced out a weakly lustful smile. She wrapped her arms around Mizuki's neck, embracing the girl back. "Hey, Mizuki...do you want me?" The question made Mizuki choke on air.
"Is that a question? What do you mean?" Her cheeks flushed. The confident, liberated Enanan returned, putting the pink-haired girl in her place.
"It's a suggestion, silly. Or a call to action, interpret as you like." Now Ena nestled against her girlfriend's lips with her usual hotness and boldness. The pressure intensified; she parted her sweet lips with the tip of her tongue, receiving a suppressed exclamation to it, as if it wasn't Mizuki who tried to do the same thing moments ago. She started swirling her tongue impatiently around Mizuki's, making her weak in her legs. She pressed so hard into her mouth that even their front teeth clanked together, making Mizuki chuckle but then moan into the kiss. Ena gently ran her tongue across her palate, teasing it in apology. It really did remind her of the first time they kissed, awakening fond memories of their inexperience. Well, to be fair, Ena had a knack for it. Kissing seemed to be as easy as breathing for her. Mizuki had never kissed anyone else — and she didn't want to, really — but she knew for a fact that Ena would be the best kisser of them all. She put special meanings into each of their kisses, making them something more than just the wet rubbing and lapping of lips. Ena got a taste for it — taking in Mizuki's lips, she subtly sucked on them, then released to playfully bite.
"Ena-aah..." Mizuki reluctantly parted from Ena's lips. She looked stupidly sweet and surprisingly pleased. She nervously licked her kissed lips, blushing and puffing her nose as well.
"What, you're giving up already? Or is it 'too hot to kiss today'?" Ena did a comeback, humming contentedly.
"Oh come ooon, Enaaa! I was actually worried about you, you know!" Mizuki pretended to be offended, but couldn't hold back a slight smirk herself.
"Hey, my offer still stands," Ena reminded her, whispering it in Mizuki's ear, burning it with a hot breath that sent shivers down her girlfriend's spine. Mizuki gulped and only managed to hum in approval.
***
The walk to the bedroom was terribly awkward. At least for Mizuki, as now Ena was the one leading her by the hand. She was trembling, but it was probably the excitement that overwhelmed her. Her consciousness was clouded with desire, the embarrassment was gone, the nervousness that made Mizuki worried for her, too. As soon as they reached the bed Ena let go of Mizuki's hand, wordlessly walking around her and pushing the girl into the softness of the mattress. The latter expected this but still fell on the bed like a ragdoll, her body getting whiplash. Ena climbed on top, which Mizuki just couldn't help but comment on in a voice laced with desperation.
"You're so beautiful."
The phrase was like an electric shock to Ena. She cupped her own chin, stroking the skin. She stretched her neck, continuing to touch it.
"What are you doing?" Mizuki was confused. It was all kind of weird. Again. It didn’t look like a sexy motion, either.
"Ah, I thought I had a bite on my neck, that's all."
"Hmm...I didn't seem to bite you or give you any hickeys. Yet."
"Insects exist, you know. That's what I meant."
The two fell silent. Mizuki layed sandwiched between the bed and Ena, looking up at her, tracing her body with her gaze, until Ena broke the awkwardness with an angry huff.
"Ugh, what now?"
"Oh, um...I expected you to go on, now that you've gotten on top of me? Do you want me to help?" Mizuki gripped at the bottom of Ena's shirt clumsily, tucking it up above her stomach.
"Can I...um...keep my clothes on?" Ena asked out of blue, clutching her t-shirt at her chest.
"Eh? I mean...yeah, sure, if you want to, but why all of the sudden?" Oh no, she made Mizuki concerned. She needed to cover up .
"W-well, because my outfit is really sexy today, isn't it? Doesn't it turn you on and all, ahaha? Haa...I just think it's nice to do it with clothes on once in a while, don't you think?"
That tone in a situation like this was totally not Ena . In Mizuki's opinion, the clothes her girlfriend wore were quite ordinary and not particularly stirring the pinkette's imagination. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that she heard anxiety in Ena's voice. Mizuki was too empathetic of a person, it's impossible for Ena to hide her concerns from her.
She is lying to me, she concluded in her head. They had long ago established their boundaries, coming to the point where if there was a problem, they didn't keep quiet, but discussed it together. If one of them remained silent, sooner or later it would affect the other. They learned this lesson already.
"Hey, Ena..." Mizuki's tone went from worried to more serious, but still soothing and caring so as not to scare her away. "Are you really telling me the truth? You've been walking on eggshells all day. Can we talk?"
"No. It's okay! Let's just get on with it—just keep my clothes on, that's all! It's not bothering you, is it?" Ena bit her lower lip. So she does want to say something.
"No, hold on! I'm not buying that! Come on, Ena...I don't know what's the issue but I see how much it bothers you. Did I do something wrong? Did I scare you?" Mizuki put special emphasis on "I". She tends to think that she is the root of the problem, even if there is no good reason for such assumptions.
"You're not the problem, I am!" Ena raised her voice, lifting herself up on her elbows, her expression remorseful. The ice cracked.
"And now, more on that point." Mizuki, who had finally managed to catch Ena in her slip, changed her position, settling down in a semi-lotus pose. Crossing her legs, she left some space between, her gaze hinting Ena to nestle there. She did, crawling closer to Mizuki, turning her back and plopping down on her allotted seat. Along with that, she felt something jamming against her lower back.
"Um...Sorry about that, it will go away soon...No, Ena, don't even think about it!" Mizuki intercepted Ena's hand, which she put behind her back with the obvious intention of touching her dick. Ena made a disgruntled sound, accepting that her trick didn't work, which served as a signal for Mizuki to let go of the girl's hand. Mizuki wrapped her arms around Ena's waist instead, snuggling closer to her.
Ena accepted the embrace, shuddering a little. Then there was silence. Not awkward, just tense.
Ena was either testing her girlfriend's patience, waiting for her to get tired and give up on the idea, or she was gathering her thoughts. Either way, Mizuki would wait. She wouldn't let it go so easily.
"We went to the beach today..." So option two, Mizuki thought to herself. "And I didn't feel pretty enough there."
She...wait, what ? Mizuki bit her tongue. Where did this come from all of a sudden?
"You saw those two beautiful skinny girls who were taking photos together, right?"
Mizuki, in fact, didn't remember seeing the two Ena was talking about—her eyes were glued exclusively on her the whole time. Ena’s new pink swimsuit fit her too well. It had thick black straps tied into bows that framed her shoulders delightfully, ending at the brassiere, accentuated with ruffles on the top and bottom. The bodice of the swimsuit had slits on the sides and a black lace insert in the middle of it, from her breasts to the short two-layered skirt. They hadn't had a chance to try it on in the store because it was already closing, but it was for the best. When they finally arrived at the beach and she began to take off her t-shirt and shorts, revealing the swimsuit underneath, Mizuki forgot how to breathe.
"So, what do you think? Are you happy?" Ena looked embarrassed, crossing her arms on her chest. A slight blush covered her cheeks, as if she got a sunburn already. Oh God, Mizuki thought she couldn't fall in love with Ena any more than she already had...but, as it turns out, she was wrong. Her chocolate hair shimmered gold and reddish hues and looked lighter in the sun than usual. She squinted against its brightness and covered her forehead with her palm, wrinkling her nose cutely.
"You're wonderful, Ena," Mizuki breathed. But it was enough for Ena just to look into her girlfriend's glowing pink eyes, to notice how stupidly in love she was with her.
"I don't know if you noticed, but they literally posted the photos to Instagram right after a couple of shots. No processing. No editing. And I thought that if it was me...I'd spend half an hour just fixing my body in one of my apps I always use... Because my body leaves a lot to be desired."
Mizuki felt as if something pricked her very painfully. As if it was too personal. The clues began to add up in her head. Ena twitched when Mizuki touched and took her by the waist she, as it turned out, was ashamed of. When she got on top, Ena started touching her neck, probably to feel if she had a double chin, which from Mizuki's point of view might have been all too visible.
Shit, Mizuki fucked up big time. These were such obvious signs of insecurity that totally flew over her head. She felt guilty about it, blaming herself for not recognizing her girlfriend's body language.
"P...please don't say that, Ena." It actually made Mizuki upset. It was as if Mizuki had been turned inside out, rinsed and forgotten to be returned to her initial state. She thought that the ways she complimented and caressed Ena made her feel better about her body image through time. Turns out she was wrong. Such thoughts never left Ena’s mind. Mizuki was too naive, thinking that an issue this big for her would disappear so easily. How stupid of her, really. It was as if she was unaware of her girlfriend's suffocating dependence not only on toxic social media, but also on everyone's opinion. Ena wanted to be better than she already was and it applied to every aspect of her being. A lifelong pursuit of a non-existent ideal.
"But it's true, Mizuki! I don't have a perfect body as it is, and now I've gained weight, too! And if I was okay about it before, I realized that I shouldn't be! I...oh God, I feel like there’s too much of me now, like I don't fit in, like… I don't know, that alone makes me feel so uncomfortable! Even when you hold me like this I can't stop thinking about whether you can feel how I've gained..." she tried to find a better word that won't make her upset all over again "...'volume'. Ugh!"
So that's why she wanted to leave the beach early . Mizuki was struck with a realization, then focused on what Ena had to say. It was painful to listen, but she had to.
"Just look at my stomach, that pouch! No, wait, actually don't look!" She clutched at it, covering it up where it gently folded, closing in on herself and separating from Mizuki. "And those damn stretch marks...right on my hips, too!"
"Is there something else bothering you?" Mizuki asked timidly. She wholeheartedly wanted to help her girlfriend to feel at ease as they talked, wanted her to get a message that she was there to listen and do what she could.
"Literally everything! My face, my tits, my sides, my belly, my hips, my thighs...I thought I was past that stage of not accepting my body and here I am again! This is so stupid!"
She took a deep breath, calming herself down to no avail. Mizuki couldn't see Ena's face, but she could tell that she was about to cry (if not already).
"I know I shouldn't feel this way. I know that all the standards I feel like I'm falling out of are imposed on us by society and social media aren't absolute truth and blah blah blah. But...shit, it makes me feel heavy in my chest when I see those who fit into them! So it's possible to be like that and I'm just the defective one? Why is it so hard to accept myself? I don't want to reshape myself to satisfy others, but I can't stop thinking about it!" She fell silent and trembled like a leaf, swallowing her tears. "You still love me, don't you? I'm so sorry to disappoint you with my body," She murmured quietly, more to herself, hoping Mizuki wouldn't hear and respond to what she had to get off her chest. Her greatest fear is that her girlfriend would stop liking her.
"You know, asking that question in that context...It hurts me. But I understand where it comes from and that it hurts you even more right now. Of course I love you. That's the unbreakable truth. I love you so much that I don't know how to put my feelings into words sometimes. And there is no need to apologize for your body. You truly shouldn't put so much expectations on it. It's the only one you've got, after all. I don't want to turn the tables on myself, but really, I know what it's like to feel uncomfortable in your own body." Mizuki felt Ena flinch, as if the words had hit her.
"Shit! I'm sorry, I sometimes forget that...I'm sorry, compared to you my problem isn't a problem at all."
"Woah, don't talk like it's a race of which one of us is having it worse!" Mizuki shouted and in such a surprised tone—offended, even—that Ena turned her flushed face to look at Mizuki for a moment to then turn away again in shame. "Don't make that seem as if it's something I'm regretting. My body is healthy, functioning perfectly, and that's all I need from it. That's actually the point. I came to love my body as it is. I love what I have now and don't want to change that. Yes, I was given the wrong 'vessel' at birth. But what's inside that vessel matters more, don't you think?"
Ena nodded vigorously, sniffling and beginning to rub her face and nose with her hands, smearing hot globs of tears.
"As cliche as it sounds, the only thing I love more than your body is what's inside of it. Your soul. Your character. Your thoughts. Your feelings. Everything that makes you the person you are, whose body I'm now pressing against mine. This thing," Mizuki playfully rocks Ena from side to side in her embrace, "is the tool for your existence. Of course, I'd be lying if I said I didn't care about your body at all. Yes, I do care, and it excites me! Just think about what your body can do physically, sensually, and sexually! Isn't that cool and charming?" Ena got quiet again, certainly not crying. That was a good thing.
"If you need it to be explained in simpler words, you're beautiful. And I love you. Everything you dislike about yourself I admire in you. Really." The words got stuck in her throat, so she wasn't much of a talker, even though she wanted to say so much more to Ena now. "Can I cuddle you tighter?" Mizuki asked in her last gasp before she herself started sobbing.
Being strong for yourself is hard, but it's even harder for someone else's sake.
"Mizuki? Don't tell me you're crying?" Ena was about to turn her head to look Mizuki in the eye, but she was prevented from doing so by a kiss. The sweetness of Mizuki's lips left a bitter aftertaste, but it wasn’t bad. It was special. It had meaning. Sometimes words can't prove anything, only actions can convey the depth of feelings and intentions. Support and acceptance. Ena, coming to her senses, immediately responded to the hot, tender kiss, not even daring to ruin it with frenching. She wants her feelings to reach Mizuki as well. Unlimited gratitude and love.
Their lips parted and Mizuki wiped her face.
"God, you're such a crybaby. You got snot all over my cheeks!" Ena said, not with disgust in her tone at all, but with a slight smirk.
"Shut up! It's from a great love!" she continued whimpering, alternately smiling and sniffing.
"Your love is too snotty! But...not that I don't like it, you know."
"...You like my snot?" Mizuki said that, sounding like she was genuinely surprised.
"Oh GOD, why do you always turn everything upside down like that!?" Ena rolled her eyes and sighed. It all went back to the way it was.
"What about my other body fluids?" Mizuki asked all too seriously. What the hell was that question?
"Pervert!" A slight blush of embarrassment came to Ena's cheeks as something she so liked to be filled with came to mind.
"I was actually talking about the saliva we just exchanged~ What were you thinking about, En–?" Mizuki was interrupted by a palm, now covering her mouth.
"Nothing. Don't. Talk..." Really, what was she thinking about now...?
A kiss on her palm. Then a sloppy sliding of a tongue between her middle and ring fingers, accompanied by a cunning squint of her eyes—the excited look with a sign of a smile in it, peeking out from behind her palm.
"M...Mizuki? Are you serious?" Ena couldn’t find anything else to say, which probably made her sound a little more irritated.
"Oh? O...OH, SHIT! I'm sorry, I got carried away, I didn't...sorry!" Mizuki pulled away. Ah, because of the conversation just now she thinks it's not the time for that? Well, she is wrong.
"Hey, I don't mind. No, not that. I want to go further today, after all." A sudden burst of confidence dislodged the mush of thoughts that had troubled her all day. After talking through her problems and being heard, she felt better. Not enough to stop thinking about it altogether, but it became bearable. And once again, a growing desire enveloped her mind. Damn, she was horny as ever . The way Mizuki was all excited herself when she came into contact with her body...too cute!
"Huh? Wait...huh? Are you sure? We're kind of...I thought you wouldn't want to after that? I mean, I don't know, you're sure you're not forcing yourself? That was a pretty harsh topic to mull over. I'm fine, but you...?" She stammered over and over again, trying to find better words. She sucked at it.
"There's nothing worse than pitying me right now. I told you I want you, don't you understand? Take me before I change my mind..." She won't change her mind, in fact. It was a trick to get this nervous pink-haired creature to stop overthinking and move on to action.
"Okay, then I have a little... Selfish wish for today, may I–?"
"Don't be stalling! It doesn't matter what it is, spill!" Come on, get to your point already! Why are you so shy, suddenly?
"May I...get between your legs, then? I want it to be about you today. I want to make you love yourself through making love to you."
Holy shit.
Why does the idea of it sound so adorable and hot and so...Mizuki?
"Yes." This simple confirmation rolled off Ena's tongue with no hesitation.
***
Ena's eyes were shut, her hair tangled and strewn across the pillow placed under her head. Mizuki, with her usual care, removed a few strands from her face and kissed her parted lips, fingertips gliding down her cheek, stroking it gently and reassuringly. Slender, long fingers reached down to the bottom of her shirt, deftly pulling the fabric over the top, freeing her neat, small breasts. Mizuki placed a few kisses on each and, pressing her nose between them, inhaled the scent of Ena's body, for which received a light tap on her head. Ena probably thought she was sweaty and smelled unpleasant, which made her feel embarrassed. Mizuki didn't share her thoughts on that, enjoying the natural scent with hints of the sea in it. As pinkette's fingers touched the skin, running down Ena's body, she realized that in all the time they had been together she had traced every inch of her lover's skin with her lips. She smiled at the thought.
Ena wiggled her shoulders, feeling the slight tickle of Mizuki's fingers continuing their way down. Her skin was covered in goosebumps from it. Mizuki's lips descended hastily to her neck and began to leave light kisses on it. Her lips lingered where a scarlet mark was left days ago. She felt throbbing in that spot, like a small discharge. Her hands slid lower and lower, down to Ena's stomach, awakening her nerves. Her muscles contracted at every touch, even the most fleeting.
"Lift up for me?" Mizuki asked, whispering to Ena's neck, burning her sensitive skin with her hitched breath. Her brain was melting at the thought of doing it all for Ena today. The latter obeyed, and while her lower body was pointed upward, Mizuki unzipped her shorts. Hooking the edges of her panties with her fingers as well, she pulled both articles down her thighs, off her ankles, and tossed them beside her.
"God, so beautiful… There are girls who would kill to be like you, just saying." Mizuki really meant it, though she said it in between her eager movements. The curves of Ena's body beckoned, and Mizuki's hands itched to stroke, knead, squeeze, and cuddle all of her. Especially her tits and hips—these are Mizuki's absolute favorite parts of her body, if not counting her adorable face. She wouldn't say that, at least not right now, or else Ena would get so embarrassed she would kick her in the nose, most likely. Yes, she could do that.
Ena suddenly made a long, heavy sigh as Mizuki finally went down to her privates, feeling the cum oozing from her entrance. She grazed her slick fingers against the folds to then go up and press lightly where her clit is. Ena's hand reached out to cover Mizuki's to provide more pressure on it.
"Shh, don't worry, I won't tease you for long, so relax and take off your hand." Ena's palm obediently rested back on the bed. Mizuki was also already madly aroused, feeling all that collected sticky moisture on her fingertips.
She started peppering Ena's lower abdomen with kisses, proceeding further and trying to nestle herself comfortably between the girl's legs, spreading them apart. She did some sensual kissing up and down her soft inner thighs as well, her little teasing increasing the anticipation. Those tantalizing kisses felt absolutely fantastic, making Ena fidget restlessly on the sheets.
"Fuck, hurry..." she begged, the heat in her stomach starting to pleasantly hurt. Mizuki put her hands on Ena's hips and squeezed them a little, brushing the skin with her thumbs.
Teasingly kissing her just a bit more on her pubic mound and then her outer labia, she finally lapped her tongue on Ena's pussy, starting to lick slowly.
"Anhh!? M...Mizuki..." Her chest, over which Mizuki hovered just moments ago, heaved heavily. The girl gently and predictably drove her tongue from bottom to top of Ena's slit, between the folds, and then back, avoiding her clit.
"You are sho taishty," She said in a low groan as she still had her mouth on Ena's pussy, making the latter feel pleasant vibrations. Mizuki paused and looked up, as if silently asking for permission, though it was already given. A confused but affirmative nod when Ena looked down gave the green light. Mizuki went back to working with her tongue, listening to the moans, which were now her guide to whether her lover liked it or not.
"Shit, yes, go on," Ena whispered, confirming her answer again verbally, gulping for air between sporadic mewls. Mizuki continued as she is told, not doubling down on her eagerness out of fear of losing the pre-orgasmic moment. Ena trembled every time at the running roughness of Mizuki's tongue licking her folds. She heard her breathing getting heavier, but the lack of oxygen didn't stop her. She only focused on Ena and her pleasure now, making every possible effort for her to feel loved. The brunette, though she was supposed to lie there and just take the pleasure, couldn’t help but start moving her pelvis, pressing her girlfriend's head against her groin as she put her hand on it, gripping on her silky hair. Mizuki didn’t resist or twitch at this, accepting that she was now a passive object with her tongue out, diligently licking Ena's pussy, reveling in her juices. She kept licking, burrowed between her legs, nose puffing at her clit.
Ena caught herself at the thought of having a soft spot for leading Mizuki. She felt more confident in herself as she taught her and she also liked the way Mizuki was getting bogged down about the degree of her pleasure. It was, actually, very flattering. She felt so cared for and cherished at the moment.
The sharp heaviness started to build up in the pit of her stomach and continued to grow more and more as Mizuki finally slid her tongue up to Ena's clit. She pressed down on it with her kitty tongue while moving it back and forth, giving the pressure for Ena to get off to.
"Mizuki," She could barely say her name. She felt dizzy.
"Mhwhat?" Mizuki asked without being distracted from what she was doing. She was so concentrated and enthusiastic that she ate her girlfriend out very thoroughly and loudly, smacking on strong taste tingling her tongue. She really was like a thirsty kitten licking milk.
"You know what, you–! Fuuuck, I'm close, I'm gonna come, Mizuki!" She felt Mizuki smiling into her, her nose puffing. "Oh, s-shut up, you jerk!"
"I shishn't shay anyshin," She giggled again, her mouth full, and switched back to being serious about her objective. 'Make Ena come' was the only thought which got repeated over and over in her head.
"Fuck, I'm coming!–" Ena moaned out loud, cussing. She arched her back, jamming against Mizuki's mouth hard until her legs began to shake and give out, stiffening with the expected brief cramps. She felt total physical and mental release, seeing colorful sparks popping as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
But Mizuki didn't stop and continued to brush her tongue against Ena's sensitive clit, overstimulating. The girl had to abruptly bring her legs together to trap the head between them.
"Okay, okay, I got it." Mizuki pulled away, taking the hint, though she wished she could hear more of those grumpy whines. Her lips and the entirety of the lower part of her face were covered in cum, which she didn't hesitate to lick off. She was breathing heavily, too.
She plopped down next to Ena, pleased with herself and the mess she has turned her girlfriend into. Their ragged breathing started to synchronize soon after. It was nice to lie there after all that had happened between them, emotionally and physically. They were relaxed and happy as hell. They got weakened by the scent of each other's bodies, mixed up well in their intercourse. Mizuki lovingly started roaming her palms along Ena's sides and then back, feeling the dampness of it because of excessive sweating.
"Mizuki, you're...still hard, aren't you? Should I help you, too? With my hand or...my mouth?" Ena raised her relaxed, sleepy gaze at Mizuki, not holding back a yawn.
"Mmm, not really and you don't have to anyway. I told you, tonight is all about you~" Mizuki cooes, snuggling closer to Ena. "Love you. Love you whole, the way you are. I know it's easier to say than actually do, but...don't doubt yourself and your value, especially in an attempt to see from my point of view, this won't work." She yawned too, feeling her jaw still kind of hurting. That was worth it though, absolutely.
Mizuki wouldn't mind getting her release, actually, but seeing Ena fall asleep she didn't want to bother her with it. It's been a hard day and a hard night for her. She was worried about her girlfriend's peace of mind and wanted all her doubts to wash away with a wave of orgasm like a bad dream. That, unfortunately, is impossible for now. But she will continue to help Ena, knowing that she will reciprocate and support her when she is in need of it.
"I love you, Ena." Mizuki murmured softly.
"Mmhyeah, me too..." Ena lazily answered, pink blush of her cheeks fading as she closed her eyes, calming down. And Mizuki followed her example.