#yuruikawa

jiah has gone over this particular story time and time again - even more so the past few days. it's finally finished... or at least CLOSE to it. she sits at the desk, eyes scanning the paper in front of her, as though she hasn't combed through it for mistakes thousands of times.

the truth is, even now, while her only audience is her girlfriend, the other half of herself, the one that she trusts with EVERYTHING- jiah finds herself nervous. she's hesitating in bringing it over... so suna comes to her.

the other's hand touches the desk in front of her and suddenly jiah can feel setsuna's presence behind her. ❛i- i'm sure it's not actually finished... there's probably more work to be done. i started it a long time ago, i should probably go back and look at the beginning and rework some of the introduction. then i'll have to find an editor and a publisher and... it probably won't even go anywhere-❜

she's rambling. jiah forces her own mouth closed and tenses her jaw to KEEP it that way. she frowns at the pile of papers in front of her before sighing quietly.

jiah has been 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 with her timing, bringing suna steadily closer and closer to her climax, pushing and pulling, 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 with her pleasure while her own builds. she can feel her own muscles tense, feel herself tighten beneath her girlfriend, while suna similarly begins to tremble with her touch.

comforting a lover after a nightmare ( @yuruikawa )

it doesn't look the way that jiah had always believed it to. in stories, the act of waking up from a nightmare is dramatic and sudden, it's loud and a heart pounds restlessly while sweat clings to skin. jiah doesn't bolt upright or breathe heavily.

( perhaps a little, but it's the effort of fighting back the familiar sting of tears at the corner of her eyes. )

to the untrained eye, it looks as though jiah has woken up naturally. the process had been slow, she isn't aware of any sign of the panic that runs through her body, of the overwhelming, crushing weight of sadness and grief that takes over her limbs and leaves her weak to do anything but curl into herself.

jiah doesn't hear the quiet sound of her own crying as it begins, the shots still ring in her ear as though it had just happened. she doesn't feel the warmth of suna's sheets against her skin, she is still soaked in the blood of her greatest failure.

( it still stains her entire being, long after it has washed off. )

she's woken up this way countless times. jiah knows how to come down from it, she's spent so many years sitting across from professionals while they teach her how to ground herself. she knows how to recognize things around her, how to use them to bring herself back to reality but it's too difficult to do right away. she doesn't lose herself in the memory for as long as she used to, but she can't escape as soon as she would like.

for the first time, however, jiah does not have to ground herself. gentle arms wrap around her frame and while they don't physically move her, they tug her back in so many other ways. it isn't sudden, either, it's a slow pull that reminds jiah of where she really is - suna is pressed warm against her back and jiah exhales into the darkness around them that now, doesn't seem quite as daunting.

she's still curled, she's still crying, but she relaxes into the other's touch.

"i know." and she does. while everything around her begins to echo suna's name, takes in her presence, jiah has never felt safer.

spiced wine ( @yuruikawa )

the lesson had been doomed to fail from the very start.

jiah had been recovering from a particularly intense training session with suna's younger sister. they had tried to make it a weekly occurrence, but jiah had made it known early on that her priority will remain with suna when it comes to scheduling their sparring. regardless, they both had their own frustrations to work out, and it had been far too long since she had found somebody who was able to match her in both speed and strength.

suna had asked to be taught something, too.

of course, jiah had agreed. while training in close combat is a delightful excuse to remain close to suna, there's a benefit to the actress learning how to at least buy herself enough time for jiah to be able to step in, if she ever needed to.

( there would never be a time where jiah would not be close enough to step in. )

it had started as a simple grappling technique, one that suna had been surprisingly good at. jiah had found herself stumbling enough from the force of the movement to almost be put on the ground. it should have pushed her to instruct further, to begin showing suna more complex moves.

( it only awakens a competitive spirit that had only just rested after mari's departure. )

suna is quick to run from the sudden shift in jiah's stance, but jiah is quicker to reach out and grasp firmly at her hips. the way that she brings the other closer to her body before she sends them both to the ground is seamless - a practiced routine she has used time and time again.

normally, this is where she would restrain her target, turn them onto their back and hold their wrists tightly to their back. instead, she settles her weight onto suna's hips before she reaches to pin her arms against the ground with her own, stretching them above her head.

"how are you going to get your way out of this one?" jiah teases quietly, leaning in as the grin spreads across her features. she's confident, but the heavy rise and fall of her chest betrays just how much being inches away from suna's body like this sends her mind into some kind of overdrive.

spiced wine ( @yuruikawa )

"good girl, good girl, look at me-"

spiced wine ( @yuruikawa )

jiah had known exactly what she was doing when she had chosen her outfit for the evening. she doesn't often wear anything formal, but an industry award show isn't something that happens often. she had been there in a professional capacity, officially - as security personnel. jiah isn't the only one accompanying a nominee, and they are all dressed in varying ways.

jiah will usually opt for something simple, a darker t-shirt in the summer, paired with perhaps a heavy jacket in the winter. her outfit choice for the evening is still simple, nothing more than a buttoned shirt and a basic jacket. the tie is a little more complex.

there's nothing intricate about it, it's plain and jiah wonders, at first, if it had even been noticed. setsuna is anxious about the award show, for obvious reasons. ( jiah would insist that she never needs to be, but she understands that it isn't always that easy. ) so, jiah had made a point of drawing attention to it, later in the evening.

( the award has been announced, it had gone to suna - to the surprise of nobody. ) so, jiah had been confident enough to adjust it when she is sure that suna's eyes had been focused on her, knowing that the simple movement of her hands tugging at the accessory would be enough to spark an idea in the other's mind.

lustful actions ( @yuruikawa )

perhaps this would have played out differently, if jiah had been given more time to think about it. maybe she would have made it a little more romantic, taken her time, told the other how beautiful she looks in the dimmed light against soft sheets. how beautiful she's always looked.

lustful actions ( @yuruikawa )