#lamyuki

There should really be another definition to a thing called “gay panic”.

Miyuki’s eyes darted up towards Lamy’s, eyes widened to flying saucers.  She only meant it as a pick-up line!  She grabbed the edges of her seat so she did not worry Lamy further by grabbing the medic’s hands.

She turned a bright shade of red when her cloak was tossed to the side and the metallic surface of the stethoscope slid over her uncovered flesh.  The blue haired woman’s heart raced from her earlier realization.

send 😳 to gently caress my muse’s cheek (Lamie @Miyuki from my inbox call!)

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                                                Miyuki answers

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     Miyuki gazed up at the blue sky, watching the seagulls fly.  The sun’s rays shined down as Miyuki leaned back onto the palms of her hands.  Legs stretched out, she eased onto her elbows.  Her eyes dulled into a daze from the lulling waves, the gentle breeze, and the ungodly heat from the sun.

     Miyuki could hear her name from a familiar voice.  Lamie was headed in her direction.  She slightly turned her head and smiled.  She watched Lamie pant, holding on their knees for a bit.  The basket was placed next to her on the towel next to her.

     “Were you baking fresh bread again?” Miyuki joked.

     Miyuki felt hands on her cheeks, and giggled.  She lifted her hands to place them over Lamie’s.  She wondered if she was going to be scolded.  She smiled, when she realized her partner did it gently.