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Himeko wanted to kiss you. She wanted to touch you.
Her curiosity, which had long since turned into an insatiable obsession, had now transformed itself into a gutting infatuation that even she could not wrap her godly head around.
How could a creature so inconsequential as a human envelop her mind entirely? That was the question she’d long since posed herself—even back when she hovered in the rocky mountains and watched you from the clouds above.
Except now, the question curled softer around her senses and buzzed beneath the skin of her feet.
Now, she found herself enamoured with you. The whole world, an elaborately painted masterpiece, became nothing but a backdrop to your existence, created solely for you to steal the show with your appearance.
So, when she questioned your grasp over all her attentions this time, no longer would she address her query through comparison of the never-ending tales of humans beguiling gods. That was common—basic—and you were anything but.
You were unique, a breath of air so fresh that it felt as if, unlike oxygen, this was what she truly needed to survive.
She often indulged this feeling with her nose buried into the crook of your neck, breathing you in until there was nothing else in this world to perceive—and she very much enjoyed the shivers you supplied her with on the side.
As such, answering her question of how you did it was approached holistically.
Holistic, yes. That was the word Himeko chose to describe her exploration of her affections to her closest sibling gods. Still, they’d easily note, with their eyebrows raised to the galaxies above, that the only system Himeko would ever examine was you alone.
And despite not knowing of Himeko’s internal questioning, you felt this too. Her experimentation was always so tactile.
Though ever fond, her eyes would dip into something analytical as she traced the tip of her forefinger along every carving of your face. While you would admit the touch was gentle as light itself, leaving the most enjoyable sense of warmth trailing its path, its intention weighed with curious purpose against your features, impossible to ignore.
Himeko always stopped at the seam of your lips.
They sat perfectly pillowed, pink, and plush, as if peonies had bloomed across the bottom half of your face. They waited almost tauntingly for her further examination, and there, the goddess became as pensive as a scholar.
What could she do with herself if not kiss them until they blossomed into red roses, slick with the dew of her morning’s kiss?
Following this question, every force in the universe seemed to lean their weight against the elegant curve of her back, oppressing her shadow to cast even harsher over you. With her hand settled in the earth next to your head, she wished to lower herself until her lips met yours in an exploration that her fingers could never accomplish.
But you were always so skittish, and that was enough for her to fight every influence that the universe itself had decided to thrust upon her. The last thing she wanted was to frighten you back into hiding.
So, she waited.
And on her many days of waiting, you resembled the sweetest of kittens.
Those furry creatures were so exceedingly curious—sometimes to their own detriment—to the world around them. Your resemblance lay plainly in that curiosity. Your world to explore was her, the one goddess that mattered, the one goddess you cared for.
When that image passed through Himeko’s mind, she spent her usual time with you curled into her embrace instead of comfortably sitting next to her. It was as much as you’d allow without squirming and running off from her, and she enjoyed it immensely.
Still, both you and the average kitten fled in the terrifying face of the unknown much more than to her liking.
She did not enjoy that part. Not one bit. In fact, your frequent retreat riddled her with a terrible affliction of want that burned her insides hotter than the breath of a star.
But even in her dislike, Himeko understood. She understood you better than the back of her hand. And, as the goddess of wisdom, she would never be foolish enough to push the boundaries you’d implicitly set.
She simply toed its edge until it gave.
That night, you were alone in a field of green grass that stretched further than you cared to appreciate. The journey depleted you of any and all energy in your body, that much Himeko could tell from the haggard rise and fall of your chest.
She revelled in the sight.
You’d consistently chosen this location for your meetings after she’d revealed it to be the heart of her earthly domain—somewhere she could be free of the worry of the spying eyes of her sibling gods.
That time, you had asked her how this vast plot of land came to be hers, and she explained in a long and grand story with her hand settled over your head, petting imaginary cat ears. She especially enjoyed your marvelling at the history, utterly in awe of the revelation of there having stood one of earth’s hugest temples on this land.
Ever since, you had so boldly turned this place into the two of your own’s spot. She easily permitted it and watched your trek into its centre with an almost untameable patience, waiting for you to call for her.
She wondered if you felt her watching you settle into where she had last sat next to you in that field. It always alternated, and Himeko found, in her endless examination of you, that you preferred the softer grass that bloomed beneath her.
She would make you a bed of cloud, if you asked. You never did, and somehow, she found that just the more loveable.
“Himeko,” you called, now lying on your back.
You shook the unshakeable with that call alone. Her spine racked with a shiver. You were adorable in a way she could not escape—not that she wanted to in the slightest.
In summoning Himeko, you symbolically addressed the moon. She preened at the thought of something so grand being marked as her image in your eyes. A passive utterance of her name would suffice well enough for her presence, yet you still afforded her such worship you did to no other god.
“I want to see you, Himeko. Are you there?”
Out of thin air, Himeko appeared.
“Of course I’m here. Always.”
The grass beneath the two of you grew thicker and the air more distinct. The earth and its atmosphere seemed to bend in reverence, prostrating in the presence of one of its rulers.
Even you, in your most primal reactions, grew goosebumps at her arrival. Every little hair reached upward, and Himeko couldn’t help but smooth her hands along your arms, letting them fall flat under her reassurance.
Your head was cradled in her lap, the finest pillow a mortal being could ask for. When she thought of it that way, she only could further wish to adorn you in the finest gifts a god could produce as she leaned over you.
Her hair spilled over her shoulders in rivulets of ruby, pouring into a curtain that isolated you further from the world around you. Her heart raced, and it pounded mightily through the grass beneath, the blades pulsing with every pump.
All she could see was you. The way your eyelashes fluttered at the tickle of her mane. The way your cheeks reddened to match its hue—even the way the apples of your cheeks rose in an automatic response to Himeko.
The goddess swore over all that she ruled that your smile shone so brilliantly that its rays broke through the strands of her fiery tresses and provided sunlight in the darkness of the night.
“Hi,” you breathed, no longer breathless from your expedition through the field, but from her alone. Oh, how perfect you were.
“Hello, little human.”
Himeko would’ve regretted pulling away if you hadn’t sat up to face her. You were a mirror of her posture, sitting with your legs folded beneath yourself and your knees pressed to hers. Your little eyes flitted over her openly.
“You’re so much smaller today.”
She smiled.
“An astute observation.”
The goddess, though remaining bigger than you, had shrunken down to size. She matched what you would only describe as a taller-than-average human, no longer dwarfing you entirely by her usual margins.
“What for?”
Your question prompted Himeko into a brief moment of thought, and her eyes pulled shut. Her mouth, however, doing quite the opposite, opened reflexively to provide a response—a habit of the goddess of wisdom, who always has an answer waiting in the wings.
Nothing sounded from her.
Nothing sounded from her, and Himeko realized that she had no reason at all. You had robbed her of all sense of rationale, and she had taken the form closest to a human that she could comfortably manage.
Himeko went still, and the world froze with her as she was forced to examine her predicament inductively. Why was she so small? At her uncertain meditation, the earth beneath her began to hum, almost recognizing the power you held over her.
You did not still one bit.
Instead, you took this opportunity to lean closer to the goddess, as if either of you were a pendulum that took turns in proximity. Himeko didn’t like that comparison, much preferring for either of you to crash against each other in the middle, but she couldn’t pay much attention to that for long in your approach.
Right then, in her own imagination, Himeko could practically see a tail sprouting from your sacrum, flicking curiously about. As usual, her kitty you were, and her questioning was abandoned in favour of giving you a good pet.
Her hands met your cheeks, thumbing over the soft skin below your eyes in a gentle, never-ending adoration. It was one of the most intimate touches you allowed. Himeko was addicted.
Her expression softened as if you were the most precious treasure in the world, and her bottom lip jutted out from its place. “I’ve no answer for you, dearest,” she all but cooed.
The wise goddess’ lack of response, which would have unnerved anyone else, did not bother you in the slightest. In fact, you occupied yourself more importantly with her touch, melting into it like wax and glueing yourself to her affection.
She held you there just to hold you. She held you there just to feel you. She held you there just to indulge you.
Himeko spotted galaxies in your eyes. They fluttered and shined, each star sparkling under her careful watch so addictively that she did not dare to betray her gaze on you for something else.
She watched and watched, never once growing bored. When your lids drooped lower in contentment, she peered through the cut of your lashes, and when your eyes dropped to her lips, her breath hitched.
The picture of temptation is how she’d describe you. Eros in its purest of forms replaced the usual golden lacquer flowing through her veins. They desperately reached, crooked and creaking, out for you.
She wished you could see yourself; maybe then you’d understand how fiercely you tore her in two. Himeko wanted you, and this time, she did not hesitate to let it be known.
“I wish to kiss you, little one.”
Her stomach hollowed into pure voracity when your pupils dilated in response. You shifted closer, and her fingertips softly curled into the sides of your head, just barely holding herself back.
“You do?” You questioned.
“I do,” she supplied.
A moment passed. And then another. Himeko, immortal and patient by nature, imagined it to be eons upon eons. The patch of grass around you grew in its coverage, no longer just a bed beneath you but a circle of lushness framing you before the heavens.
Your throat bobbed in a swallow. Himeko caught the movement with how close she leaned, basking in the warmth of your breath that fanned across her face. She waited with her own baited breaths.
“…Okay.”
Your utterance barely left your lips before Himeko’s mouth met yours.
She offered you a quick kiss once—just once—before a quiet noise of relief left her. It vibrated between the two of you, and she particularly noted your shiver against her.
Oh, she was done for. This would be her undoing: the promising lock of your lips against one another—just as soft as she’d imagined, if not softer. Himeko was fundamentally changed, and she would never again be able to lace herself up quite the same after this.
With a warm breeze, Himeko’s shoulders slackened. She offered herself up to you on a platter, the same way a human would her, and the very environment reacted with her supplication.
Her right hand moved next, cupping the back of your neck before Himeko eagerly kissed you once more. This time, she savoured you. There was no other place she’d rather be; no other thing she’d rather do; no other being she’d rather hold.
Her lips moved in a slow dance against yours, just toeing the line of pressing her mouth deeper into you. This wasn’t a moment of hesitation, one where she waited impatiently for your lips to part, but one of contentment. She relished kissing you every step of the way.
She took her time in discovering this new version of you. One that melted hotly, pushing desperately closer to her until you climbed into her lap, deeming that just barely sufficient.
Surprisingly, you were the first to introduce your tongue into the equation.
Himeko accepted it greedily, the finest of offerings you could provide her. You tasted like the same honey you had supplied her with long ago at the foot of her statue, and she drank your sweetness in as if she were parched.
Both of you groaned at the sensation of your tongues meeting. They matched in the most perfect of harmonies, and Himeko decided that it was better than anything the Muses could produce. Above it, she could hear the wet smack of your lips against each other. She groaned again.
Her left hand found your waist, fingers pressing in with a desperate grasp as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders. Either of you held onto each other like you’d fall apart without it. Himeko surely would’ve, and she suspected the same for you based on how your thighs squeezed tightly around her.
When you parted, your eyes remained shut as you gulped down air, humanly seeking oxygen. Himeko’s right hand joined her left in holding you by the waist, and her lips remained hovered over yours, as if to breathe the life into your lungs herself.
Again, she watched the slick, reddened state of your lips. She memorized it, and in knowing she’d be able to memorize it many times to come, she kissed you again, just to steal your breath one last time.
You allowed her this. Allowed her to capture your lips in a final lock before you laughed against her, pulling her own lips into an unrestrained smile. In that moment, she wondered when next you would let her touch you further.
For now, this would suffice. And so, she kissed you long again, right until the moon went into hiding.