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Reflection

Shinobu and Mitsuri finally have some time and take a moment to enjoy themselves.

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The first thing Mitsuri did when they’re behind closed doors was hug Shinobu. She bounded up toward the shorter woman, picked her up and swung her around as if they were meeting for the first time in months.

It had only been a week. The wait always felt excruciating.

“Shinobu-chan, I missed you!” She said, nuzzling the shorter woman. It felt too simplistic to convey the emotion she felt but that was all the language Mitsuri had. Were she a dog, she’d be wagging her tail. And just like one, Mitsuri leaned in to inhale Shinobu’s scent. She smelled lovely as ever. It felt nice to just hold Shinobu and release all of the energy she carried through the day. Hunting demons never got any easier, but this made it work.

“Mitsuri-san, give me a moment! We haven’t even taken our shoes off!” Shinobu said, a laugh coloring her voice.

Mitsuri let go, albeit reluctantly. She had to be careful with her strength—a part of her was afraid of giving Shinobu undue treatment and bruising her accidently. But, even in spite Mitsuri’s fear of hurting Shinobu, she could barely hold back from pouncing on the other.

It wasn’t even moments after Shinobu had taken off her shoes and set aside her sandals that Mitsuri had her pinned against the nearest wall. The doorway wasn’t a place to have sex, but pulling away from Shinobu felt impossible. She was a girl that deserved to be taken on the softest of beds, but Mitsuri couldn’t pull her hands away from wandering over the other woman’s body.

Perhaps, what was the most satisfying thing was seeing Shinobu’s breath hitch. A pillar was always careful with their breathwork, yet Mitsuri felt proud when Shinobu wavered.

“Mitsuri-san—!” Whatever Shinobu was about to say was cut off with a searing kiss. Mitsuri gripped Shinobu’s hips, pressing a leg between her.

“Shinobu-chan, can I—?” The question was unfinished, as it always was. There was no real direction with it either as the ‘can I?’ meant anything and everything between. Mitsuri felt awkward asking for what she wanted but the shaky nod that she received from Shinobu was enough. Besides, if Shinobu was so kind to offer her this, was it wrong to take it?

She unbuttoned the girl’s uniform and buried her face in Shinobu’s breasts. The position would’ve been awkward if Mitsuri didn’t pick up Shinobu with ease. Shinobu, who was used to being manhandled by Mitsuri at this point, easily wrapped her legs around Mitsuri’s waist for support. Mitsuri could hear her fast heartbeat and feel the skin’s heat against her face. The elegant scent of wisteria flowers swirled beneath her. Mitsuri’s lips latched onto a nipple as she tongued the flesh, reveling in the sweet sounds Shinobu was trying to hold back.

“M-mitsuri, hold on! Last time, it really chafed when—” A beat of silence.

Mitsuri pulled back. “Oh no, you didn’t like it then?”

Shinobu stared back at her. “I-I didn’t say that.”

“You said it chafed when—?”

“It chafed after we…you…” Shinobu looked away, barely keeping her composure. Mitsuri loved seeing this side of Shinobu who was so perfectly put-together. Did anyone else see her like this? She hoped not.

“After we, what?” She asked. A part of her knew exactly what she was asking with this question and another part of her hadn’t at all caught up. It was hard to think with Shinobu flushed beneath her with pink nipples begging to be teased. She was glad they weren’t partnered up in battles. Mitsuri was sure she’d get distracted.

“Mitsuri-san, please! You always pretend not to know what I mean.” Shinobu said with a put-upon frown.

“I don’t! You have to tell me exactly what you mean, or else I won’t know.” Mitsuri said with a sweet smile.

Shinobu huffed but the pink staining her cheeks made look all the more alluring.

“You’re so beautiful, Shinobu-chan.” Mitsuri cooed, and leaned up for a kiss. It was hard to maneuver but she pulled the butterfly clip out of Shinobu’s hair, messing it up. Mitsuri loved the way Shinobu’s short hair looked on her, but every thing of Shinobu’s seemed as if it were the best way to do something, even if it was as simple as keeping her hair a certain way.

Shinobu had no real way of responding to Mitsuru’s proclamation—not that Mitsuri would let her. Shinobu would often protest when Mitsuri said such things. How the other girl didn’t know she was the most lovely creature was beyond Mitsuri. Did the mirror not show the same things Mitsuri saw?

A thought came to Mitsuri. She disentangled herself from Shinobu, a line of saliva following their broken kiss. The delicate blush was now crawling down onto Shinobu’s neck. It was difficult to not keep ravishing the other woman but Mitsuri had a plan.

“Shinobu-chan, can we go to your bedroom?” Mitsuri asked. The answer was likely to be yes, but she felt it was necessary to ask. At times, she wanted to stop and ask if every touch and brush of skin was allowed as the contact felt taboo. There were no rules against Pillars fraternizing with each other, but Shinobu appeared so untouchable. It went without saying that Mitsuri didn’t feel entirely comfortable moving around Shinobu’s place, as well.

Shinobu stared back, attempting to get her breathing back under control. She smiled at Mitsuri. “That was the initial plan, wasn’t it?”

Mitsuri blushed. “Sorry, Shinobu-chan! I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so….you know!!”

“There’s no rush” She tucked a strand of hair behind Mitsuri’s ear. “Let’s take our time, alright? It’s rare to have a moment to ourselves as is.”

They made their way to Shinobu’s bedroom in a hurry. Mitsuri pressed kisses on Shinobu’s neck, dragging her hair back to reach it. One of the many things that Mitsuri liked about Shinobu’s current hairstyle was the unfettered access it gave to her neck.

Shinobu, in turn, kissed Mitsuri’s hand and arm, because that was all she could reach. Mitsuri would never say it aloud, but she found their height difference charming. Shinobu had to be part-yokai to explain her ethereal energy.

Mitsuri didn’t close the door behind them as she went to push Shinobu’s haori off, careful to toss it aside gently. Shinobu backed away from Mitsuri, batting away the other girl’s hands as she took her sweet time to pull off her uniform top and uncover her bare chest.

Everyone had breasts and Mitsuri’s was often on display with the way her uniform was shaped. But, somehow, Shinobu made her body’s unveiling come off as a secret of the universe. Like, she was sharing something so untouched by other’s eyes that Mitsuri had to worship the rare sight.

Or maybe, she was just waxing poetic. Which was totally fair! Shinobu was that pretty.

“Shinobu-chan, quite teasing me!” Mitsuri whined, as she made grabby hands toward the other girl. Her hands went to cup Shinobu’s ample breasts before Shinobu took Mitsuri’s hands.

“What, like you did to me earlier?” Shinobu asked, pulling Mitsuri close so that she could undo the other girl’s top button. Mitsuri took a hint and began to disrobe rather quickly.

“When was I teasing you?” Mitsuri asked, already forgetting the events of the doorway. In her defense, she was utterly distracted by Shinobu. Which, again, was rather fair as she supposed most people would lose some of their concentration were Shinobu losing composure underneath them. It was the most human quality that Mitsuri could think of.

“You’re ridiculous.” Shinobu laughed. Her own hands roved up and down Mitsuri’s arms. She always seemed to have a fascination with her arms, though why, Mitsuri couldn’t tell. “I really can’t tell when you’re pulling my leg.”

“I’m not lying.” Mitsuri said, leaning down to kiss Shinobu. They held their place there, exploring each other’s lips as if it were the first and last time they could do such a thing. Mitsuri’s tongue caressed the girl’s mouth, letting herself map it. She wanted to commit to memory every changing inch of Shinobu’s body.

Shinobu’s hand went to tug at Mitsuri’s pigtails, taking the ribbon apart and tangling the hair between her fingers. Mitsuri let it happen. Shinobu’s touch felt nice, especially as she drifted to scratch the other’s scalp. The slow intimacy felt sacred. Mitsuri was usually the one raring to get going faster but Shinobu would oftentimes, purposefully slow them down like this.

It was driving her mad to go at this leisurely pace.

Even with this thought in her head, Mitsuri pressed against the palm that came to rest on her face. She brushed a kiss into it, warmed by the smile that Shinobu shot at her. For a moment, things felt light and easy.

“Shinobu-chan!” Mitsuri said with a giggle as Shinobu pressed a ticklish kiss on her neck.

“Yes?” Shinobu asked in a musical tone. “What—oh!”

She gasped as Mitsuri squeezed at the other girl’s ass, unable to help herself. This softness was sweet but Mitsuri still felt that ramping energy within her, willing her to move, move, move.

Mitsuri tugged at Shinobu’s pants and felt the other pull at her skirt as well. For a moment, their movement became stilted and awkward as they hurried to get out their clothes. Mitsuri was too impatient for anything sensual at that moment.

With their clothes tossed aside, they fell onto the bed and resumed kissing. Both Shinobu and Mitsuri’s hands roved and caressed each other. Mitsuri felt that strange tug in her to push Shinobu’s hands and tie her up. Perhaps, she would’ve even liked to blindfold and gag her, so that she was entirely immobile and unresistant. It was a possessive instinct that she hadn’t known she ever had prior to these couplings. After all, she hardly felt the desire to do a thing in her other liaisons.

Mitsuri didn’t quite know what to make of this desire. In the heat of the moment, with Shinobu panting underneath her, nothing seemed quite so obvious. After all, it was a form of surrender, wasn’t it? What would she have to do to have Shinobu offer such a precious gift?

She felt Shinobu’s hands travel downward and she mirrored the action. Mitsuri already knew she was wet and was slightly disappointed to discover that Shinobu wasn’t quite there yet. But, Mitsuri knew the night was coming, from the start of the day. She had been keyed up, from the get-go.

Mitsuri let out a gasp as Shinobu’s fingers touched at her sex. She let herself feel that moment, savoring the heat that was building up in her body. Shinobu was maddeningly slow with her ministrations but, even so, Mitsuri could feel the momentum building up.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Mitsuri said, pulling Shinobu’s hand away.

“What’s wrong?” Shinobu asked, her voice tinged with a note of fear. “D-did I hurt you?”

“Oh, nothing like that!” Mitsuri was quick to reassure the other girl and felt guilty at the way Shinobu’s face was flooded with relief. “I just, um, don’t want to come yet. A-and, I want to try something new. If that’s okay?’

“Try something new?” Shinobu smiled as she slowly sat up. “Mitsuri-san, you try something new every other time we meet. I’ve come to expect it, by this point.”

“Well, I didn’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do!” Mitsuri sat up as well, and wrung her hands.

Shinobu laughed. “If it’s something I don’t like, I’ll let you know. I promise you, I’m well capable of saying such a thing.”

Mitsuri bit her lip. Shinobu was so polite and careful, but she was good at standing firm. There were a few things that Mitsuri had suggested that she had turned down. And, though Mitsuri had been disappointed, she had never pushed. Not that she ever enjoyed being the type to push, anyway.

“So? What is it?” Shinobu asked, leaning forward on the palms of her hands. Her breasts were distracting (as always) but Mitsuri managed the difficult task of keeping her eyes on Shinobu.

“You know that mirror you have? Over there?” Mitsuri asked, pointlessly gesturing over to the mirror in the corner as if it was easy to miss. It was difficult to get a mirror of this size, but Shinobu must have splurged on it as a treat. “Could we…..have sex in front it?”

Shinobu tilted her head. “What do you mean? Do you mean, just as we were doing, right now?”

“Not exactly…” Mitsuri tugged at her hair. Already, her face was heating up at the suggestion. It was a silly passing thought, but at the same time, she wanted to see it realized.

“Why don’t you show me?” Shinobu offered, taking pity on Mitsuri’s inability to explain herself. “If it doesn’t work out, that’s fine.”

Even when she put it like that, Mitsuri wanted it to work out.

“It’s not what I want to show you. It’s more that…I want you to see yourself.”

Shinobu stared at her. “I’m not sure…..” She trailed off, eyes darting to the side before it came back to meet Mitsuri’s in the mirror.

Mitsuri waited patiently, though the heat in her body still had not cooled. It wasn’t restraint that stopped her from pushing Shinobu down, but rather, the desire of receiving what she wanted from the other.

“I don’t really know what to say. You want me to watch myself? While we…have sex?”

“Yes!” Mitsuri said, glad that her intentions had gotten through. “So can we? Do that, I mean.”

Shinobu looked apprehensive but nodded her assent anyway. It was often that she’d be game to try something even if she was unsure how it would turn out.

“Come sit between my legs then.” Mitsuri shifted so that Shinobu could be positioned right in front of the mirror with Mitsuri looking over her shoulders.

Mitsuri saw them in the mirror. Shinobu was not quite smiling anymore, and instead a pink splash of embarrassment colored her cheeks. On the other hand, Mitsuri’s own elation was rather obvious, grinning as if she had the most delicious dango.

“Shinobu-chan, you’re so….” Mitsuri leaned in and breathed in Shinobu’s scent. Her lips hovered near the other girl’s ear as she whispered, “Beautiful.”

Almost immediately, Shinobu colored even more. Her eyes averted from herself in the mirror but Mitsuri took her by the chin and directed her gaze back at herself.

“No, I want you to see yourself.” Mitsuri could feel that strange monster in her that desired to take control of the situation. Were she in a more sensible state of mind, she would’ve felt bad for pushing Shinobu this way, but she could hardly feel sorry now, as she heard the other’s breath hitch.

Somehow, now more than ever, she found the discipline to hold herself back from entirely devouring Shinobu. She couldn’t as it wouldn’t be so easy for Shinobu to watch herself. And that was the whole point of this.

Mitsuri let go of Shinobu’s chin and dragged her hands up the other girl’s arms. “W-where do I put my hands?” Shinobu asked, making eye contact with Mitsuri in the mirror.

“Um…” Mitsuri had to think hard on this, the sight of Shinobu’s blush making her dumb. “Maybe you could touch yourself?”

“What?!” Shinobu’s exclamation was loud.

Mitsuri winced, unsure what she had said wrong. “But, we’ve seen each other masturbate before!”

“Not like this, though!”

Mitsuri kept watching Shinobu’s reflection. If the other woman did dislike it, then she’d back off. But, before the thought could be completed, she watched Shinobu’s hand move downward between her thighs. Mitsuri pulled her closer, so that the other woman’s back was flush against her chest.

Shinobu's eyes kept darting away the few moments she made contact with her reflection. She hadn’t seen her this flustered in a while. Mitsuri could feel the heat pooling between her thighs. She ached to touch herself, but the desire to keep her eyes entirely on Shinobu won out.

“You’re so beautiful, Shinobu-chan.” Mitsuri breathed. She could see Shinobu flinch under the compliment. Her hands were right where they needed to be, but they were hardly visible with the way Shinobu had her thighs clamped together.

Mitsuri grabbed Shinobu’s legs and parted them. Shinobu was entirely on display. “Mitsuri, warn me next time!”

“Sorry~!” Mitsuri sang, hands moving to cup Shinobu’s left breast.

Shinobu wasn’t moving. Her face was entirely red now as she stared at herself.

“Shinobu-chan?” Mitsuri called out, voice dripping with honey. “Do you need help?”

The room was silent with heat before it was broken with a choked out, “p-please.”

Mitsuri’s hands snaked downward, between Shinobu’s thighs. She could feel the tension in her body, strung-up. Mitsuri wanted to push the other woman down and take her as she was. But, that would end this game she had created, and that thought kept her patient enough.

She stroked at Shinobu's folds, taking her sweet time with it. Shinobu closed her eyes, but Mitsuri took her by the chin and forced her to look once more. She brushed over the clit with the lightest of touch and heard a gasp from beneath her. Shinobu held a hand to her mouth as she struggled to keep her eyes on the mirror. She was trembling.

Mitsuri kept at it until Shinobu was wet and dripping. Shinobu seemed more, than ever before, responsive to her touch. She was panting, utterly unable to keep up her breath techniques now. "Can I?" Mitsuri asked, holding a finger at her entrance.

"W-what? I mean, yes. Go ahead." Shinobu said.

Mitsuri's middle finger dragged up along the inside of her spread folds, pressing gently against her before pushing in. A finger, then two. Shinobu pushed up underneath her, into Mitsuri's palms. "Do you see yourself, Shinobu-chan? Have you ever seen yourself like this?"

Mitsuri pressed a kiss to Shinobu's neck. "You have no idea how much I want to keep you like this, with me. I want you to be desperate for me, always."

"Stop teasing me!" The demand was punctuated with a moan as Mitsuri pushed her fingers in deeper. She patiently rocked her finger in and out of her sex. Her digits arched up, pressing into Shinobu as she sought the spot best to satisfy her. Mitsuri kept at the pace before soon speeding up as Shinobu's breathing got more ragged.

Mitsuri was soon fucking Shinobu with her fingers, thrusting in and out of her folds. Her thumb kept brushing up against the other's clit, playing with the sensitive nub all while the woman cried underneath her. From her position, Shinobu looked to be crumbling sooner than usual as the focus on her body was getting to her. She wondered how Shinobu felt, being displayed like this.

"This is what I always see, Shinobu-chan. Even when we're apart, I'll think of you coming undone like this underneath my hands." Mitsuri kept rocking her fingers in and out, slowing down to torment the other. "I imagined you like this, at the meeting earlier. I probably should've concentrated on the meeting, but you made me like this. Sometimes, I really can't think of anything else but you."

Shinobu let out a keening moan as the pressure kept building. “M-mitsuri, I—” But Shinobu had nothing else to add, even as Mitsuri waited patiently for her to continue. Well, patiently as fingering a girl could get.

Mitsuri wanted Shinobu to see how undone she’d get. Shinobu was so sweet like this, wanting, seeking pleasure. And Mitsuri was the one doing it to her. The rare bit of possessiveness she felt in the moment caused her to lean down and bite hard at the woman’s slender, pale neck. Shinobu cried out under her and Mitsuri could barely sense what she had done. The desire to mark her, and make her own was all-too consuming.

She wasn’t thinking anymore. It was all pure-instinct and the heat building in between her own thighs that kept her moving. Mitsuri ignored the desire, as it would soon be satiated.

Shinobu’s eyes were pressed closed. “Shinobu-chan, you’re not looking.” Mitsuri scolded. “Don’t you want to see how beautiful you look?”

“This is—is too—” Shinobu gasped. “Y-you’re a sadist!”

Mitsuri stopped and pulled out her fingers in alarm. “Sorry, should I—!”

“Don’t you fucking stop!”

Mitsuri felt a smile touch her lips at the face of Shinobu’s divine desperation. This, as she saw it, was permission for her to continue their game. “Do you like seeing yourself?”

“No, but—” Shinobu glared at her reflection. “I don’t….I don’t get what it is about this.”

“You’re pretty even when you’re glaring.” Mitsuri pressed a kiss into Shinobu’s hair. “You’re so beautiful. Even more so like this. I’m so lucky to witness it.”

“You’re….too much….” Shinobu trailed off. She appeared to be looking at Mitsuri through the reflection but Mitsuri did not wait to decipher the odd expression as she went to stroke her once more. She thrust her fingers into the girl’s sex once more, reveling in the whine that followed.

“I want you to see yourself. You have to know how lovely you are.” She pressed a kiss on the woman’s ear. “My pretty, pretty Shinobu-chan.”

“Mitsuri–!”

“Beautiful Shinobu-chan. Elegant Shinobu-chan. Graceful Shinobu-chan.”

Mitsuri’s thrusts became more sloppy and she wished she had what men had so she could feel Shinobu more closely. But, then again, men probably would probably miss how special it was to have Shinobu coming undone with just her hands.

“I-I wish everyone could see you right now.” Mitsuri whispered, feeling strangely overcome with emotion.

Her eyes are no longer on herself, screwed shut as she clenches. Mitsuri could feel Shinobu squeezing around her fingers. She could hear the other girl struggle to form Mitsuri's name, grasping at the rug below them. She arched against Mitsuri, twisting for release.

With a gasp, Shinobu came, spasming in Mitsuri’s arms. Mitsuri coaxes Shinobu through it, savoring the heady heat in the air. It was insane that the sight of Shinobu in her arms was enough to drive her insane.

Shinobu slumps against her and Mitsuri slips her fingers out only to immediately begin fingering herself. The sight of the girl spent in her arms was enough to send her over the edge.

"Mitsuri, I can..." Shinobu began but barely had the energy to move. She trembled and pulled Mitsuri’s face to her own, kissing her hard. She tangled her hands into Mitsuri’s hair, biting down on Mitsuri’s lips, nearly drawing blood.

That shouldn’t have been enough, but the visual of Shinobu had her keyed up enough that she dissolved in pleasure just as Shinobu sank her teeth. She cried out, lighting coursing in her skin as she came.

Mitsuri fell backward, grabbing onto Shinobu so as to drag her down as well. She let out a self-satisfied groan as she cuddled with the other woman, only slightly bothered by the hard floor. She didn't mind it much, but she would've preferred it if Shinobu was on a more soft surface. She pulled the other girl right to her breast, as she thought this. Those were soft, right?

"Mitsuri! You're too much!" Shinobu complains, though it doesn't sound all that put out. "Are you sure I can't...do anything for you?"

"I came though!" Mitsuri giggled. Her skin is still buzzing and the satiated feeling felt incredible. Mitsuri couldn't believe that she barely needed stimulation to be pushed into orgasming, but it was there. "I guess you were all I needed to see."

Shinobu was quiet before she spoke up. "You're ridiculous." She stroked Mitsuri’s stomach with her thumb. “I don’t even know what you were trying to do.”

“You didn’t get it?” Mitsuri asks, propping herself up. “I thought….I just wanted you to see yourself. I thought it would be nice.”

“Embarrassing, more like.” Shinobu said with a huff. She bit her lips as if contemplating something before she smiled. She smiled, face still flushed. “You’re too much.”

“But you’re okay with it, right?” Mitsuri asked, propping herself up with her elbows.

“Like I said, Mitsuri-san, I’m plenty capable of saying no.” Shinobu said, rolling to get up into a sitting position. “Though, I’m not entirely sure I can resist your requests.”

“I don’t know what that means!” She said with a pout.

Shinobu laughed. “Let’s take a bath, why don’t we?”

Mitsuri waited for a moment before she leaned forward to kiss Shinobu. “Sorry about your neck.” She murmured as she eyed the reddening bite on Shinobu’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to worry—I got you for it, after all.” Shinobu said, tapping Mitsuri’s lip. “Now come on. I hate feeling sticky.”

Shinobu stood up and pulled Mitsuri along with her. She glanced over to the mirror and her expression reddened. Her eyes darted away almost immediately. “L-let’s go.”

Mitsuri followed, happy to have put a part of her in Shinobu. Even her reflection would be for Mitsuri.

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