Azumanga Daioh. Minamo/Yukari. R. 100 words.
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Afterglow
“Why have we never done this before, Nyamo?” Yukari says. She’s a heavy weight, a sprawl of limbs bare and beautiful. The sun doesn’t shine as bright as she’s smiling.
“Mmm,” Minamo says. Everything is still soft-edged and glowing, and it’s too much effort to draw enough air into her lungs to speak. She has nothing to say, anyway. Her arm is still pinned between them, fingers slippery. She wonders what Yukari tastes like.
Yukari wriggles like an armful of puppy and sighs. “We should do this again,” she decides.
She’s always deciding things, but this time, Minamo doesn’t mind.
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