#natzu

she trusts nayeon will see it, and she trusts nayeon will take it. she also trusts nayeon will want it. 

nayeon’s fingers slip smoothly in between hers. 

“baby, sorry, did i wake you?” 

the blankets move, and there nayeon is again, back by tzuyu’s side. 

she presses a kiss to tzuyu’s forehead, so soft that tzuyu barely registers it. tzuyu almost thinks she imagines it until nayeon brushes wisps of hair from her face and kisses her again, longer this time. 

tzuyu slips an arm around her lover's waist, trying to coax her back to bed, and more importantly, back in her arms. it’s too early for herself to wake up; certainly too early for nayeon as well. 

nayeon speaks softly, prodding, “i'm gonna wake up first.” 

tzuyu opens one eye to peek. she doesn't know why nayeon is up so early for once, but: “if you're waking up, i'm waking up.” 

nayeon doesn't stop her; it's futile trying to stop a determined tzuyu, and she can't deny how much she'd prefer her company than not. 

tzuyu rubs the sleep from her eyes as nayeon cradles her jaw to draw her lips in for a morning kiss. 

“why are we up so early?” tzuyu mumbles. the kiss wakes her up better; it's normally what she does to wake nayeon up, so maybe nayeon has been taking notes. it's her favourite way of being woken up, after all. 

“well, i'm awake because i was hungry,” nayeon admits with a muted laugh. “and you?” 

tzuyu shuffles over to scoop nayeon up and rest her chin on her shoulder. “dunno.” there's still some sleep leftover in her system, she really can't resist. 

“you can keep sleeping, tzu,” nayeon laughs again. she runs a palm up and down her back. “i'll come back to bed later.”

“where will you be going?” tzuyu tightens her hold. she nearly dozes off again too nayeon's mind-numbingly soothing touch. 

“to eat, if i find anything.” 

“you're gonna burn down our kitchen,” tzuyu says pointedly. 

nayeon gapes. “am not!” 

“i'll make you something.” 

nayeon doesn't fight it. how could she fight it? she loves being taken care of too much. “i'm craving something sweet.” 

tzuyu hums in thought. nayeon feels it from her shoulders down to her fingertips, buzzingly warm. tzuyu is most clingy in the mornings, nayeon had noticed a long time ago, and she still hasn't changed. 

at some point, kaya and butter stir from their slumber. kaya lays her head on tzuyu’s knee and butter squeezes snugly in between them. 

“how about kaya and butter toast?” tzuyu suggests. 

she can't help the little chuckle that trails along the end of her words. nayeon can't help it either.

“will you toast it on the pan?” nayeon asks. she isn't requesting it, but she does want to keep hearing tzuyu talk. the moment feels too perfect to end so soon. 

“of course,” tzuyu says. “it tastes better that way, doesn't it?” 

“hm,” nayeon agrees, but also, “it'll taste good if you're the one making it, anyway.” 

tzuyu giggles, easily flustered, and she lifts her head from nayeon's shoulder to let it all out. nayeon wants to take her tinted cheeks in her palms and kiss her, so she does, and so tzuyu giggles into her lips instead, bubbling over like popping candy and fizzy champagne. 

nayeon giggles, too, nayeon always does, because this is her lover she's kissing, this is tzuyu she's kissing, lovely and laughing and sweet. 

she falls back onto their sheets and tzuyu follows, a hand on her hip and another to hold herself up. eventually, she settles more of her weight on nayeon, warmth on warmth, and nayeon gathers her impossibly closer in kind. nayeon scratches tzuyu's scalp lightly, and tzuyu all but purrs into the kiss. 

“you're distracting me,” tzuyu scolds, yet she's still grinning and their teeth are still knocking together. her hand has found nayeon's waist, and her other fingers play idly with nayeon's hair. 

“you could go back to sleep,” nayeon teases. “or… there is the superior option of continuing to kiss me.”  

“what happened to toast?” 

nayeon kisses her again. “i've got something sweeter right here.” 

tzuyu smiles, and tzuyu kisses her back. sneaky fingers slip beneath nayeon's sleep shirt, and the tickle makes her yelp out a squeak that dissolves into soundless laughter. 

“don't tempt me,” tzuyu says, but she doesn't mind, though; she keeps kissing nayeon anyway, and when nayeon breaks the kiss uncontrollably, tzuyu peppers kisses over her jaw instead, then to her reddened ear, then to the line down her neck — every sensitive nerve she’s memorised in her heart. nayeon tips her head back to give tzuyu more space, always keen for more. tzuyu's thumb presses and rubs feathery patterns across her warming skin, dreamy and demanding all at once, tantalisingly addictive. 

“you're wide awake now?” 

tzuyu raises a brow. “yeah, and now you're trying to get us back into bed?” 

nayeon wiggles hers. “you're the one on top of me.” 

tzuyu pinches the skin on her waist in admonishment. her nose scrunches a little as she frowns, and nayeon knows if they do go further, tzuyu isn't gonna let her have the pleasure of satisfaction just for the sake of testing her. but maybe she's a little into that, too. 

unfortunately right on cue, her stomach growls. 

“too bad,” tzuyu muses. 

nayeon juts her bottom lip out. “i can ignore it.”

tzuyu pats her tummy and lifts herself off nayeon’s body, much to nayeon's dismay. “patience is a virtue.” 

“oh, so later?” nayeon beams, but tzuyu's already halfway out the door, a careless shrug offered before she turns the corner out of nayeon's sight. 

//

a little after dawn and a handful more kisses by the kitchen island, tzuyu makes nayeon her toast. 

“you like it?” tzuyu asks. “is it sweet enough?” 

“hm, perfect,” nayeon hums, pleased. still, she can't help but add, “not as sweet as you, though.” 

tzuyu rolls her eyes, but nayeon doesn't miss the small sound she huffs out, lovely and laughing and sweet. 

happy birthday to tzuyu and happy comeback to nayeon, my loves my loves 🩵💙 inspired by @seoltzuki, the na to my tzu 🫂

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