#yunir

Vanir’s face feels hot as her lights brighten with blush, and she glances away from Yùtù’s eyes, staring at the pillow beside her head.

Vanir places her hand on top of Yùtù’s, curling fingers around hers. “What else?” Vanir asks, unable to hide a small grin.

Yùtù makes a soft sound, a tiny sniff of amusement. “That eagerness,” she says, “it always pops up once in a while. You are cheerful, hopeful, full of life and love and bravery…”

The lights of Vanir’s mouth and eyes cast a slight illumination on heir hands as Vanir presses Yùtù’s fingers to her lips for a kiss, a warm orange glow from her blush.

“The hair will take a little getting used to,” Yùtù says, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth as she tucks a strand behind Vanir’s left ear.

Vanir leans down and kisses Yùtù. Her lips wrap around Yùtù’s lower lip, soft and slightly damp against her metallic mouth. Tiny sparks slip silently between their mouths, and Vanir hums as she feels the hints of Yùtù’s emotions tingling on her lips.

Yùtù gives a soft snicker of amusement as Vanir sits back slightly, her arms still supporting her as she lies on top of Yùtù. “The lips will take a little getting used to as well,” she giggles.

Vanir immediately leans in again, kissing her firm and quick. Yùtù’s shoulders shiver slightly with laughter, and Vanir feels the warm glow of her mouth against her bottom lip and she speaks. “I like them though,” she mumbles quietly between kisses.

“Mmm,” Vanir hums. She kisses Yùtù’s nose-plate, then the sharp line of her cheek, and mumbles in her ear. “They like you too,” Vanir teases. Yùtù laughs as Vanir continues kissing her, pressing her lips to the underside of her jaw and then to her throat, where she can feel the vibrations of Yùtù’s laughter directly.

“You are ridiculous sometimes, my love,” Yùtù says, one hand running gently over her hair as Vanir kisses her neck.

Vanir lifts one hand, and softly pulls at the neck of the borrowed shirt Yùtù wears – it is actually one of Anya’s, though neither Yùtù nor Anya seemed aware of that fact – so that she may kiss at Yùtù’s collar. Vanir undoes the top button of the shirt, and folds it slightly open.

“What are you doing Corbeau?” Yùtù asks as Vanir places her lips on her bare chest and kisses along the line of her shirt.

“Exploring,” Vanir mumbles, fumbling with the next button on her shirt.

Yùtù laughs. “Shouldn’t I be the one exploring?” she teases, “you are the one with the new body, after all.”

Vanir pauses, her lips on the edge of Yùtù’s bra. She didn’t often wear them – Exo don’t need the support – except when she wanted to be a little special for Vanir.

“I guess you’re right,” Vanir says, sitting back over her girlfriend and grinning mischievously. She shuffles, rolling onto her back in the bed and tugging at Yùtù to get her to lie on top of her. The covers shift with her slightly, and she shuffles them around as Yùtù slips one leg over Vanir’s hips.

Vanir pulls the covers up so they reach the middle of Yùtù’s back, though they slide down slightly as soon as she lets go of them. Yùtù smiles down at her, her hands resting on Vanir’s chest just above her hips, and Vanir can’t help her lights glowing a little brighter.

Yùtù leans down, and as she does, Vanir catches a glance down the front of the loose shirt. She feels Yùtù’s fingers at her chin, coaxing her head to look up. Vanir complies, tilting her head and looking at the ceiling.

She sighs deeply as she feels the soft cool of Yùtù’s mouth against her throat. She kisses long and slow, and Vanir almost feels like her throat is in the jaws of a hunting lioness for a moment as the sensation grows warm and spreads across her skin.

Yùtù’s kisses are like ice. Her lips are sharp and clear and almost a shock at first, then melt into homely warmth as signals tingle from her kiss. Vanir’s synthesised breath catches in her throat as Yùtù kisses her neck, as though she captured the breath in her mouth, and Vanir smiles as she feels a cool finger hook into the collar of her shirt.

Elastic stretches and Vanir doesn’t mind a bit as Yùtù pulls the edge of her shirt down with her finger and lays a gentle trail of kisses across her collarbone, pressing gentle, cool lips over the cybernetic connections and markings between sections of her skin. Yùtù tugs the stretched collar of the shirt to the side and bares Vanir’s shoulder. A signal from a kiss trips on a small conductor of her new body and sends a jolt down Vanir’s chest like ice brushed across her breast and she gasps.

Fingers shift over her body and lift the hem of her shirt to play across her hips, almost tickling, before Yùtù softly lifts her shirt up, still pressing loving kisses to Vanir’s shoulders.

Excitement gets the better of Vanir, and she shuffles up and helps pull the shirt off over her head. She and Yùtù both laugh as she brushes the mess of hair from her face, and her hands find Yùtù’s cheeks a moment later. She runs a thumb across Yùtù’s lip, and leans in for a kiss.

Vanir sniggers against Yùtù’s mouth, and Yùtù pushes her gently to lie back down. She runs her hands across the lines of Vanir’s ribs, her hands tickling ever so slightly, and straying of the small markings and cybernetics on the surface.

The grooves and gaps between segmenting plates guide Yùtù’s hands across her chest and stomach, following the same flow as her old Exo form bore, now lined with more synthetic muscle, softer and malleable between the exoskeletal layers of protection. The lines are still dark and obvious against her golden-brown plating and muscle, defined pieces and fine, minute detail of cybernetics.

Arching her arms overhead, Vanir smiles softly and watches Yùtù’s hand drifting slowly across her chest. Her hand brushes across the angular segments in the side of her torso, and Vanir tenses slightly beneath her touch, moving the muscle as a soft giggle escapes her.

Icy eyes flick up to meet Vanir’s, and it is Yùtù whose lights grow a fraction brighter. She runs her hands up, fingers dancing along Vanir’s underarms and her mouth glows with cool glacial light as she learns every inch of Vanir’s skin again.

One finger plays along the underside of her breast, following the floral pattern through her bra and then fiddling absently with the lace edge.

Vanir moves her arms down, and brushes them over Yùtù’s legs. She lifts the hem of Anya’s shirt and gently runs her hands across the smooth surface of her hip plates.

The straps of Vanir’s bra slip down over her shoulders easily, and Yùtù takes her time running her fingers across the surface of her plates and the joins of her arms. “She certainly knew what she was doing,” Yùtù says absently, tracing the complex cybernetic detailing beside her right shoulder.

Vanir made a simulated swallowing, glancing at Yùtù’s arm and the smooth silvery plating across her forearm.

“Just as beautiful as ever.” Vanir’s cheeks glow even as she clamps her eyes shut at the compliment, and she rises quickly to kiss Yùtù. Their foreheads hit rather roughly as Vanir tries to kiss her, making a metallic ‘thonk’ as they hit. Vanir gives up on the kiss and rests her forehead against Yùtù’s as they both descend into a bout of laughter.

She presses a kiss to Yùtù’s cheek and rests her chin on her shoulder as she leans forward; her hands moving to the middle of her back to slip open the clasp of her bra. She slides it down her arms, tossing it to the side of the bed before laying back, smiling up at her girlfriend.

Orange light reflects on the inside of Yùtù’s palm as she caresses Vanir’s cheek, before leaning down to press their lips together.

Vanir feels the flow through her like Light; it is sweet, both warm and cool, like the breeze on a beach and the wafting waves of a campfire. It is gentle and healing and familiar, and it makes her feel like home when Yùtù sighs and sparks a memory over their synapse.

Yùtù brushes her hair back as she rises up, and her fingers linger for a fraction of a second on the Everscar that slices through her right ear. She shifts slightly, and presses a gentle kiss to the scar. Vanir can’t really feel it – the senses there are dampened, part of the real damage from the Gorgon’s attack.

She appreciates the gesture nevertheless.

Yùtù shuffles lower and Vanir brushes a hand absently along her back as she kisses down across her shoulder and collar and down to her breasts. She hums, content as the subtle sparks of her lips journey across the plains and hills of her android body.

She kisses the smooth shape of her breast and down the angular oblique segments, tiny signals nipping through the softer synthetic muscle between plates. Her fingers trail slowly behind, lingering on her breast before tickling down over her stomach and to her hip.

Playful fingers push down the band of her pyjamas and pinch the lace lining of her panties. Yùtù pulls them down a centimetre and presses a quick, mischievous kiss to the dip beside her hipbone. Vanir gasps with the feeling as a small surge of heat rises within her.

Yùtù rises, sitting up, and pats Vanir’s side with one hand. “Roll over,” she whispers.

Vanir sidles over slightly and rolls onto her front, pushing her hips back for a moment so her bottom brushes against Yùtù’s pelvis teasingly. She shuffles until she feels comfortable, and rests her head on her hands over the soft pillow, her head turned slightly to the side so she can see Yùtù in the corner of her eye.

Her hands feel cool and sharp as she traces the tense, defined shapes of Vanir’s shoulder blades and trapezius muscle groups. The black lines and definitions between them are stressed by Vanir’s position; her raised arms making those muscles seem almost tense. Yùtù kisses them softly, and Vanir hums as she spares one quick peck for her cheek, and a slower kiss to her lips.

When she sits up over Vanir’s back, her fingers tickle down the line of Vanir’s exoskeletal spinal column, one of the few pieces completely unchanged by Naoko’s hands in the operation. It is painted with the same golden brown as her new body, so the skin matches smooth with colour, but Yùtù’s fingertips make a familiar metallic tapping as they run down the full length of her spine and send a tingling sensation all across Vanir’s body.

Vanir smiles. The purple bed sheets smell like lilac, fresh from being washed, and she closes her eyes and sighs with the warmth of Yùtù’s body against her back when she rests down on her. A button clacks quietly against her spine and Yùtù worms her fingers into Vanir’s hand.

She opens her eyes, running her thumb slowly over Yùtù’s silver fingers, and then brings them to her lips and kisses her knuckles softly. Yùtù gives a soft hum, barely audible even from right behind Vanir’s ear, then whispers to her. “You are so wonderful, Vanir.”

It is rare for Yùtù to use her name, and it tickles across Vanir’s unscarred ear, intimate and genuine; her pet names and teasing left to the side for a moment like her armour resting neatly in the corner of the room.

The pressure on Vanir’s back lightens and she closes her eyes again. Yùtù presses a kiss to the base of her neck, then to her back between her shoulders, travelling slowly further down and sending sparks of tingling sensations from each point on her spine. It feels like water inching down a slight slope, cool and gentle as the wind as she travels down the curve of her back.

Eventually, Yùtù releases Vanir’s hand as she moves down to the small of her back. Her fingers toy with the waistband on her pyjamas, tucking just under the edge.

Vanir arches slightly, almost involuntarily, in reaction to the spreading electrical impulses across her lower back. They spread through her system like bolts of static, and she arches her back, stifling a sound as the feeling spreads across her hips and below.

Her elbows support her and she tries to glance over her shoulder at Yùtù but she is out of sight.

The sounds of sheets shuffling and the feeling of excited fingers at her trousers are enough for Vanir to blush and she looks down at her pillow. Yùtù pulls the back of her pyjamas down over her bottom. Vanir hears Yùtù moving slightly, and feels the movement of her weight through the matress but feels nothing for a moment.

A kiss tingles up through Vanir and she lets out a small gasp as Yùtù kisses her butt through the fabric of her underwear. She giggles, and as Yùtù’s hands move, she lifts her hips from the bed so she can pull down her pyjamas.

Yùtù sneaks kisses along the backs of Vanir’s legs as she pulls the fabric down, marking each tiny reveal with a small spark of affection until they rest around her ankles.

Vanir kicks the pyjamas off and rolls over, sitting up to pull Yùtù close to her. She doesn’t kiss her, simply brings her into an iron embrace, her hands tightening in the fabric of her shirt as she hugs her. Yùtù’s hands are gentle and still as she holds her.

After a moment, Vanir pulls back slightly. She rests her forehead against Yùtù’s, her synthesised breathing slow and calm. “Thank you,” she whispers.

Yùtù smiles, dropping one hand to briefly squeeze Vanir’s hand. “For what?”

“For this,” Vanir mumbles. “For helping… for not… hating my new body.”

“Vanir.” Yùtù’s voice is firm, and she cups Vanir’s face in her hands, forcing her to look her in the eye. “I could never hate anything about you. Being an android is something you’ve wanted for a long time, isn’t it?”

Vanir nods.

“Then how could I possibly feel anything but love for it?” Vanir sniffs, glad for once that she cannot shed tears, and tries to pull Yùtù into another hug, but she resists, keeping their eyes locked. “Vanir,” she says, “I love you.”

“It’s just been hard, adjusting, you know?” Vanir says as the wave of overwhelming emotion begins to subside into a calm sea again. “Having a new body is…“ She cannot find the words, and glances to the side, trying to gather her thoughts and feelings about her new look.

“Does it make you happy?” Yùtù asks, her voice still firm and steady.

Vanir nods. Her word echoes in on itself with a small vocal glitch when she speaks. “Yes.”

“That’s what is important. Don’t let your worries cloud who you are – you are Vanir-3. Happy-go-lucky and full of hope.” Yùtù shifts to get more comfortable, and Vanir pulls her legs close so that they are sitting cross-legged before one another. “You’ve been through a hard time, almost dying… But you’re here now, you’re safe and you’re whole, and you’re happy.”

“Thanks to you.”

Yùtù shakes her head. “I didn’t do anyth-“

Vanir kisses her. Their heads hit together roughly but she doesn’t care. She lifts both hands and holds Yùtù’s cheeks, leaning into her as she lets memories and thoughts flow freely between their lips.

When she comes away, Vanir’s mouth feels slightly tingling from the flow of information, and Yùtù’s mouth glows with a soft, stunned icy blue.