"I'm not a princess"

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Feeling the girl’s hands on her face was comforting, almost as if she wanted to calm her down, make her do things slower... Perhaps, a much better option, in this situation.

“A-as you wish, my liege...” She kept both hands on her breasts, while she tried to balance her legs not to push the girl back. She leaned in for another kiss, as her hands moved around, found a spot and her thumbs began to spin, brushing against the very tip of Yukiko’s nipples. If she felt this good, if Minako could make her this happy...

“Oh! Um, well…” a dark blush crossed Yukiko’s face. She would never admit it, but she has thought about Minako that way a couple of times during the two years they were separated. Still, that’s just a random fantasy: it is not the reality set before her.

“But yes! Let’s get you to your room first and then we can get you settled in and take care of other things,” Yukiko effortlessly took the offered luggage in hand and with a practiced, professional smile, would lead Minako to her room.

Down a couple of hallways and to the last door on the right, Yukiko stopped to open the door for Minako. When the door was opened, Minako would be able to see the full room. A small office with a television, a nightstand, a set of drawers, a futon with fresh sheets and pillows, and two doors: one to a closet and one to a toilet. The room itself was traditionally designed: if you take out the modern conveniences, it would exactly the same as it did 400 years prior.

“So, what do you think?” Yukiko asks with bated breath.

She follows Yukiko around as she’s carrying her luggage, turning her gaze down from time to time to check if the other girl wasn’t having issues carrying the thing around. Of course, their differences between strength were noticeable, and Minako must look like a wimp now that the other had a chance to carry her luggage.

And she smiled upon seeing the room. “Oh! This place looks amazing!” It was definitely bigger than her own room at the dorms, but of course, it had a bit more stuff inside as well. She felt the need to get close to it, get down to touch the futon, have a better look at it and then stood up again.

Fuuka looked over as she watched Minako get the rice ready. She understand how one was suppose to cook rice, with boiling it in the water, and adding butter. Still Fuuka had cook it wrong before. Thought the mistake was letting it cook for too long instead of simply using the wrong steps.

“Right I’ll get right to cutting those vegetables,” She went to grab them, and grabbed some leeks, carrots, but didn’t grab any cucumber. She grabbed some zucchinis instead. She started to cut it not realizing her mistake.

“Rice doesn’t have taste?” Fuuka could only look over at Minako in complete confusion at that statement. She always thought rice had a taste. Maybe it was just the way she cooked it that made it seem like there was a taste.

Minako nodded at Fuuka’s question. “It’s not supposed to, at least, base rice. If it tastes too salty, you probably added too much butter. Fried rice, for example, tastes because we add more ingredients to it, but white rice-” She stopped, as she looked down at the light green vegetable.

She placed a hand over Fuuka’s shoulder. “Fuuka, that’s... that’s not a cucumber...” She waited for Fuuka to stop cutting vegetables, and pointed at the green vegetable, the zuchini. “But keep cutting them. Zucchinis are not supposed to be eaten raw, they must be heated, so we’re going to do just that!” If anything, it made things a little tastier, but still, Fuuka needed to know the difference.

Fuuka let Minako grab the ingredients. She figured that if she did so that she grab the wrong ingredients. Then everything they do would be wrong because they didn’t have the right stuff to begin with. It seem like the easier idea, and Fuuka just followed Minako’s lead. It seem like a good idea, and Fuuka waited to see what she could do.

“Right I can do that.” She went to the vegetables that Minako had grabbed. Looking over them, she paused before cutting.  While she didn’t think there be a problem with her cutting vegetables, she did look at Minako curiously. “Which vegetables did you want cut?”

As she put the rice on the oven, added water and some butter to give it taste, she turned to look at Fuuka with a smile. She looked down at the vegetables she had over the counter, and then went back to Fuuka.

“Hmm... Leek and cucumber mix well with the taste of rice.” She approached the girl, checking the ingredients. “Carrots make it taste a bit more exotic, without taking away the taste, I believe. Other than that, I don’t think anything else would be that good on it. It’s all about the taste.”

“I-I am?” She touched her lips, opening and closing her mouth again, as she didn’t see what Minako saw. “But, everyone’s mouth is the same…” She stated to herself as it didn’t really click in her head that quickly. Fuuka finished chewing up the strawberry in her mouth as she turned her attention back to Minako after playing with her own lips.

“The little noise you made when you open your mouth was cute, too!” She remembered–hearing her go ‘ahhhh’ made her feel like she was a kid again–and it brought a smile to her lips. “It’s really cute and makes you sound so innocent.” Fuuka stated. “Do… do couples talk about how cute it is when they eat stuff? I feel like guys were just be a sloppy mess, depending on the food, like fries or a burger.” She ate some of her funnel cake, happy to relive the moment of sweetness triggering the pleasure center in her brain.

Fuuka began to wonder if Minako was trying out some flirting techniques on her–to impress her, to get her used to it, or to surprise her–she had no idea and was a little anxious to even ask, but wondered how she’d get around asking her. “…do couples flirt a lot, too? I-I can’t see myself doing it as well as you do.”

She couldn’t help but smile at how Fuuka ignored her little comment on how cute Fuuka was. She thought a lot about everything, and perhaps she and Minako were not that different. Regardless, she didn’t speak anything that was untrue.

She laughed a bit at the mention of men’s eating habits. “I don’t know... Shinjiro looks like he doesn’t eat like that.” Then again, he was eating with Akihiko. Minako could always be wrong. “I think, when you’re in love, everything looks cute to you, don’t you think? Because you’re doing something you like, because you’re spending the time with someone you want...”

Is…is she testing me? Would guys normally do this? 

She felt her cheeks heating up slightly as she tore a small piece off, wondering if it would be big enough to satiate her appetite until she ripped off another. Fuuka carefully fed it into her mouth and noticed she got some sugar on her lips. “Oh no!” She reached over for a napkin, knowing two could play this game–Fuuka was quick-witted when it came to romantic, goofy stuff like this–and began to clean Minako’s lips.

“Oh! There’s a little bit on her leg…” She began to take her hand and sweep it off onto the ground, relieved the sugar didn’t leave a stain on her clothes. Fuuka smiled as she turned her attention back to Minako. “Well, you better not eat all of mine–” Fuuka pointed to Minako’s own funnel cake and opened her mouth agape. “–I should get a bite of yours, too. Yours has strawberries on it! Make sure you include that with the funnel cake!” 

Minako closed her mouth slowly, trying not to eat Fuuka’s fingers while she made an attempt to feed her. Of course, their funnel cakes were almost the very same, but it felt good that someone was willing to do this, even if it might be... wrong?

“It’s delicious!” she says, with a huge smile on her face. She can’t help but let out a small giggle when Fuuka cleans her mouth. “I think I can do it myself!” And, without a napkin, she tried to wipe off the sugar from her own mouth, then licked her lips. Certainly, there was some sugar Fuuka missed.

Now it was her turn, and Minako cut off a small bit of her own funnel cake and offered it to Fuuka, making sure it had strawberries. “Alright, here it goes~.” And without much hesitation, she places the bit in Fuuka’s mouth, and pokes the girl’s nose.

Ever since the first day when Fuuka made the Cooking Club with Minako, Fuuka tired to get as good as she could at cooking. Thought it felt like she wasn’t getting better at cooking. Everytime she cooked it felt like something went wrong, and Fuuka ended up cooking a terrible dish. She used the wrong item, and then the dish would be ruined. Sometimes it was caught, and sometimes it wasn’t. She just wanted to make a good meal for everyone. She felt like she did her best cooking with Minako nearby. 

“Yes Riceballs should go quite well to cook,” She looked at her for a moment as she thought about cooking riceballs. She didn’t think that she could mess up cooking them, but Fuuka had made mistakes before. She hoped that everything go well. “Shall we go to the kitchen,”

Minako walked Fuuka towards the kitchen and started taking out all the necessary ingredients. What were rice balls without a good filling? There was some spare meat and vegetables, so they could make them with those, just... as snacks, perhaps?

“I believe it still is–though not many people have hugged me.” She stated as she didn’t mind the hug–it made her more relaxed and yet jittery with excitement. Then again, it could just be part of the rush she was feeling from winning something from an actually game at a small fair-like area. “I think I’ve exhausted myself from focusing too much. Food does sound great.” She grinned as she looked around, wondering what they could actually get that wouldn’t be too heavy on their stomachs.

“Hmmm. Maybe we should do a funnel cake?” Fuuka suggested as she pointed to the one off in the corner by a donut stand. “I mean, we could top it with powdered sugar and chocolate syrup–” Fuuka had to stop herself as she felt herself drooling at the deliciousness of a funnel cake. She shook her head and dragged Minako carefully to the stand. “I’ll pay for this one–it’s the least I can do for you, Minako.” Fuuka smiled as she felt herself relaxing more and relieved to see the line was nonexistent. She wondered if she was being too happy, but she didn’t care–this was a date, and not a date but she didn’t have the time to worry. 

After Fuuka paid for the funnel cake and got said item, she pointed to an empty bench off to the side and under the shade, and away from everyone, as she ripped off a piece and began to chew it. “Ahhhh. THE best thing to ever have. Period.”

The idea of a funnel cake crossed her mind, thanks to Fuuka, and she couldn’t help but feel hungry, but really, all she needed was something to eat. It seemed to be natural that both of them should enjoy the food at that small fair, so Minako didn’t really mind that she was going to eat again. With her hand still entwined with Fuuka’s, she walked to the bench with her and took a bite.

“It’s delicious!” Somehow it was even more delicious than the cheesestick she ate a while ago. Maybe it was the sugar, and maybe her palates never really grew, still grown fond of the sweetness in such a thing. “But yours looks a little better than mine! Can I have a bite?”

Okay, maaaybe this was still date territory, but Minako felt the need to do it. Fuuka was sweet, and perhaps she didn’t really... mind all of this, right? Minako opened her mouth slightly, hoping that girl got the message.