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“... And that's the gist of it.”
In the aftermath of Joker’s rescue from the interrogation room and Akechi’s madness, Sae asked Makoto to tell her everything about her Palace.
They’re sitting on the couch in their living room with finally no more tension and strife between them. It's the first time in a long while they sit close together, comfortable and relaxed. Makoto is delighted and cheerful at how well things turned out thanks to everyone’s wits and effort. It's a pleasant evening all around, one of transition and rest for the Phantom Thieves for sure, but for Makoto there is the added bonus of being able to be close to her big sister. She's downright giddy and it's hard to contain herself, but she maintains composure as she recounts the adventures in the Casino.
“Incredible.” Sae comments, casually stroking Makoto’s hair with her fingers. “And my mind did all that.”
“Out of all the Palaces we have infiltrated, yours was definitely the prettiest. I don't say that because I'm biased.”
“I wish I could have seen it with my own eyes. And you say everything was rigged and you had to actively play against my rules… Can't believe I made things so hard for you this whole time, Makoto. Even unconsciously. I'm sorry.”
“Hey, none of that.” Makoto takes Sae’s free hand and squeezes it. The frown that briefly appeared on Sae’s face disappears. “I can't say it wasn't fun. I just was too tense to enjoy it, but thinking of it now that we're all okay? I had a blast.”
That makes Sae smile a little. “Who are you and what did you make of my little sister? My sister who's prim and proper and doesn't gamble in dangerous casinos?”
Makoto laughs heartily at Sae’s teasing. “She's still here somewhere. But I definitely changed, Onee-chan. And you did too.”
Sae brings Makoto’s hand to her mouth to kiss it. Makoto’s stomach does a flip. She swallows the sudden knot in her throat. “You changed me. I'm glad we can… we can finally be like this. Makoto, come here.”
Sae opens her arms to Makoto and the younger Niijima doesn't hesitate for a second. Her sister wraps around her and she melts. She can smell Sae’s faint perfume and feel the heat radiating from her body. Oh, how she missed it. She missed it so dearly.
“How much time has passed since the last time I held you like this?”
Makoto’s heart stops. She knows. The last time was before their father died. She can't bring herself to say it out loud. Not now that Sae no longer holds resentment towards her, is no longer in pain.
“I… I'm not really sure. A few years, I think.”
“Unacceptable…” Sae kisses her forehead and Makoto starts feeling really warm and tingly. Memories of the night she snuck in the Palace alone resurface and take front and center of her mind. It's not good for her heart and it gets even worse when Sae lays back on the couch, with Makoto basically on top of her body. Makoto’s face lands on soft breasts and she flushes red as a tomato. “Tell me more. How was the other me? Can you describe her?”
Makoto braces herself for that particular conversation. She tries to push back all the emotions that resurface. It's really not easy. “She was a little scary. But not for me, for the others. You had a big hat decorated with yellow roses. Very heavy eyeliner and black lipstick… a spiked collar, and a dress with a neckline that plunged all the way to your belly. It also left your back bare and you had these amazing tattoos. Ah, and you had thigh slits. And high heels. Honestly it was a little bit scandalous- just a little bit! Not that much!” Makoto basically yells the last sentence as an increasingly horrified Sae lets out a little whimper.
“I- what?!”
“It wasn't that bad! It suited you, really. You were a goth goddess. I'm serious.”
Makoto never once saw Sae blush like she is right now. It's honestly cute and she has to bite her lip not to kiss her on the spot. It wouldn't be a very smart move to freak out her sister like that.
“Well, I… Wait. What did you just say?”
“Uh… That it suited you?”
“No, the next part.”
“That you looked like a goth goddess?”
Sae’s eyes go wide at the word goddess . It weirds Makoto out.
“What's wrong?” Makoto inquires, lifting herself up to stare at Sae.
“No… Nevermind.” Sae shakes her head, resuming the methodical stroking of Makoto’s hair. “A fleeting thought I can't catch anymore.”
Makoto hums in response. She lays on her sister once again and Sae squeezes her earnestly.
“So… Aside from her questionable fashion choices, how was she? Her personality. Was she evil? Aggressive?”
Makoto takes a deep breath. She has to be careful. “No, she was anything but evil. She was you after all. Just a distorted, repressed you. She mainly tried to outsmart us and cheat. Didn't resort to violence until she got cornered. And she… She could be kind and soft, actually, despite her anger. She showed kindness to me when I least expected it.”
Makoto realizes she said too much when Sae frowns again. Oh no.
“Kind? It's hard to think she showed anything resembling kindness to people openly threatening her existence. I know I can be unpleasant with my enemies. And if she was me…”
“Well… She was kind to me when she didn't perceive me as a threat.” Makoto starts sweating. This isn't going very well for her, her sister’s prosecutor instincts kicking in as soon as she starts sniffing something suspicious. “But we fought furiously in the end, so… ”
Makoto knows Sae isn't convinced. Her big sister is visibly puzzled and she curses her big mouth. At this rate…
“I wonder why she singled you out in the midst of the crowd. Aside from the fact you're Makoto, you were in your Phantom Thief attire, weren't you? And you said you use codenames in the Metaverse. What aren't you telling me?”
There she is. Prosecutor Sae Niijima. Sharp and clean like a scalpel. She didn't rise to her rank by chance. Makoto feels the need for fresh air and signals for her sister to loosen up the hold. Sae does so reluctantly, never tearing her eyes off of her as she gets up.
“Honestly I wouldn't know, Onee-chan. Maybe she just liked me.” Makoto lies, and she's not a good liar. And she doesn't want to lie, but what can she do? Even if she promised the Shadow to talk to Sae about her feelings… “Do you mind if we resume the conversation another time? I feel very tired. I'm sorry.”
Sae gets up from the couch as well and crosses her arms, even more puzzled than before and also a little bewildered.
“I don't want to push too much, but I know you're hiding something. I don't want any more secrets between us. Not now that we're finally together again, as a family. Please reconsider.”
Makoto’s heart shatters. Sae doesn't know that them being a family again is really the reason she shouldn't say anything. Even considering what the Shadow told her, it would be painful for Sae. Makoto wants her to never suffer again. Yet there is a part of her that is urging her to say the truth and free herself from the torment of an unrequited love.
“Then… just give me five minutes. I'll come back.” Makoto turns away and rushes to her room, shutting the door behind her. She's sweating from head to toe, on the precipice of a panic attack. Her heartbeat is a merciless drum in her ears. She can feel herself grow weak. She sits on the bed and clings to her pillow for dear life, trying to ground herself.
I promised to tell her.
I can't go back on it.
But what do I do? If Sae freaks out, if she leaves me for good this time… I can't take it, not now, not now. Please God or anyone that's listening, please I don't want to lose her.
For some reason, her eyes fall on the Fun Boy on her bedside table. It used to belong to Sae but she passed it down to a nine years old Makoto as soon as she entered high school. Makoto treasured it ever since. She puts away the pillow and grabs the Fun Boy, turning it on for the first time in a long while.
It's strange to think the console has been around for so long. It's considerably old and used, but it works just fine with no hiccups. Makoto observes the booting screen. The game inserted is Portable Monsters: Opal. There is still Sae’s old save file on it, Makoto could never bring herself to delete it and just kept playing on it as if it were hers. She reads Sae-chan as the file name and smiled as tears falled down on the screen.
A knock on the door. “Makoto?”
Makoto sniffs. “Come in.”
Sae slowly turns the handle and walks in, carefully as not to scare Makoto. The younger girl doesn't look at her, instead she moves the character on the screen and interacts with the little people in the town it was in.
“That's the old Fun Boy…” Sae comments, sitting on the bed beside Makoto. “It still works? It's surprising.”
“See for yourself.” Makoto gives the Fun Boy to her sister while silently drying her tears.
Sae takes the console and opens the game menus. Her old Portable Monsters are still there. Her name as well.
“It's still my old file. I thought you made your own when I gave it to you.”
Makoto shakes her head. “I didn't want to. I played on yours.”
Sae is taken by nostalgia for a moment, but then she apparently remembers she has something more important to think about. She puts the Fun Boy aside and stares silently at Makoto, who is still sniffing.
“I just wanted to play a little.” Makoto mumbles, retracing words she has already said to her sister, in another dimension. Sae freezes again, like it happened earlier. Makoto can feel a suspicion arise about it all.
“I have an odd feeling of deja vu…” Sae murmurs, frowning again in confusion. “There is something missing and I need you to explain. I promise that whatever it is I won't get mad, if it’s what’s scaring you this much .”
“You don't know that!” Makoto cries, being the one to actually scare her sister. “Don't promise things you don’t- you have no idea! I can't!”
“But you promised, Makoto! You promised you’d…”
Sae stops dead in her tracks and Makoto stares in shock at her sister. Sae pinches the bridge of her nose in desperation, getting on her feet to pace back and forth in the room.
“You remember.” Makoto whispers, her voice impossibly tiny. “Don't you?”
“Sensations. Feelings. I can't grasp on any of them. They’re very fleeting… but persistent. Makoto, put me out of my misery. My head is about to explode.”
Makoto stares at her clasped hands on her lap. She has no choice. She's going to lose Sae for good because of her own twisted desires. How ironic…
“You’ll have to trust me on this, Makoto. I love you.”
Shadow Sae’s words echo in her memory. She can only rely on the sliver of hope they give her. There is no certainty, only one more bet to make. Makoto Niijima’s last gamble.
"I promised your Shadow to tell you something.” Makoto speaks, and her voice is steady. She finds her resolve amidst the chaos in her heart. “But before I get to that, I'll have to walk you through everything.”
Sae’s full attention is on her and Makoto can tell she isn't breathing.
“On the night of the 18th… before we fought you, I infiltrated your palace alone.”
…
“Did she force you into it?! Fuck’s sake Makoto, did she-”
“No! Calm down, Onee-chan! I could've walked away anytime! It was me who started it!”
The sisters are panting and pacing in the room, both unable to stay still and breathe right. Sae looks devastated to say the least and Makoto wishes the ground would swallow her.
“I was looking for answers, and I thought… If I tell her here, I'll be free of my burden, I'll be safe. I didn't expect things to go that far! I let them. She was you. A less controlled version of you, but I felt safe. The whole time. Blame me if you have to blame someone. It's already crazy enough I'm telling you all this.”
Makoto sighs and leans on her closet, not daring to look at her restless sister. She knew this would be a lot to take. Sae looks like she’s a second away from jumping out of the window.
“She took you to the bedroom. My bedroom?”
“In the Palace, yes. So not the actual thing-”
Sae storms off the room and Makoto fears for the worst. She follows her sister as quickly as she can, into the master bedroom. Sae slams the door wide and walks inside with an ongoing existential crisis, taking in her surroundings as if trying to actually remember.
“I'm the worst. I’m the worst sister on the planet. The worst guardian. I dishonored my own flesh and blood, I don't deserve to be a Niijima. Father, forgive me, I'm a monster, I’m filth…” Sae rambles breathlessly, shaking like a leaf.
“You're not the worst! It wasn't even all you, did you miss the part where I said I confessed? If anything, I am the worst.” Makoto is forgetting her fear as exasperation is taking the lead. She can't allow her sister to beat herself up that much, not knowing how things went down and why they did. “Also… She was you, but a part of you. I was me, entirely, the whole time.”
“But she was a part of me. And that means the desire she roped you in…” Sae stops, hand pressed firmly on her mouth. “It belongs to me. It's in me.”
“Or was…” Makoto stares at the floor. She wants to give up. She's tired. Exhausted from leading a sad life without her sister. “We eliminated the distortion. Or well, you did it yourself because we failed. There's a chance these feelings were a part of it all. Please don't… you can be disgusted with me but not with yourself. I beg you.”
Silence falls in the room as everything sinks in. Makoto can feel the earth shatter beneath her feet, the newfound harmony with the most important person in her life may be gone forever. She cries silently, not a sound comes out of the youngest Niijima.
“Please leave me alone for a moment. I need to think…”
Makoto’s heart sinks even lower, if possible. She leaves the room and quietly shuts the door, choosing not to push Sae and bearing the burden of uncovering something she shouldn't have.
What does her sister think of her, now? And what would the others think if they knew? These thoughts swirl and spiral in her mind. She goes back to her room, weeping inconsolably. Way to go, Makoto . You really are allergic to happiness.
But… maybe she can find it in her heart to accept it, eventually. She succeeded in saving her sister, which is the most important thing to her in all this. She did everything so that Sae could be happy again. Makoto can make the sacrifice of disappearing from her life if that meant Sae would be living a good life. She can do it.
I can… Makoto sobs, clasping tightly her hands over her heart. I can do it. I can do it all for her. I don't care about me. I can do it.
…
A knock interrupts her doomed thoughts. Makoto jumps, not expecting her sister to reach out so soon. She cracks the door open, unable to open it fully and welcome her sister herself. Sae pushes it open right away. Makoto doesn't look at her. She doesn't even want to be on the same planet as Sae. She simply sits on the bed and waits.
After a moment of silence, Sae finally speaks. It's no more than a murmur. “So… You… love me? As more than a sister?”
Makoto nods, still not looking at Sae, shame filling every corner of her soul. She wants to run. Just run.
“And the other me told you she felt the same.”
Makoto nods again.
Sae puts a hand on her chest, deep in thought. Makoto stays frozen in place, waiting for her punishment. Time stretches painfully as the only thing that can be heard is the ticking of the clock on Sae’s desk. Not even their breathing is audible.
"Could it be?”
That makes Makoto raise her head. She quickly dries her eyes only to find Sae looking at her fondly, a small smile on her face although she's clearly conflicted.
“All this time, I had feelings that puzzled me greatly. I felt a great urge to be distant with you all the time. I thought it was just my anger, the stress, the pressure, but I’m not so sure now. I could've been overcompensating.”
A tiny flicker of light at the end of the tunnel. Makoto’s heart fills with hope. Hope that, if nothing else, her sister won't leave her because of these conflicted feelings.
Sae kneels before Makoto, whose heart starts beating furiously once again, and wipes away her sister’s tears. Like Makoto did with her Shadow, even if Sae can't really know.
“No more tears. I caused you enough sorrow, Makoto.”
“You don't hate me?” Makoto asks shakily, feeling like she's a little kid all over again making amends with her big sister after a fight.
“There is no way I could ever hate you. I'm sure I can find it in me…” Sae, the real Sae, cups Makoto’s cheeks. Realization finally strikes home for the girl.
“... To love you just the same.”
“Wait, Onee-chan! You don't have to-”
Sae’s lips find Makoto’s, desperately, furiously, gently, all at once. The younger Niijima reciprocates earnestly, with the same exact desperation. And it's so, so much better in real life, with the real Sae. Not just a far off dream in a dimension that ceased to exist. This is tangible, true, the top evidence for Makoto’s lovesickness case, the culmination of an unbearable tension that never really dissipated.
It gets heated quickly, almost unbelievably so considering what Sae had been going through just a few minutes earlier. Sae is an incredible kisser - although Makoto doesn't have any other example to compare, but she doesn't care -, her tongue teasing Makoto’s in a way that is both hot and caring. She makes sure Makoto can follow the flow easily, even without much experience. And her hands… Makoto’s head spins as Sae’s hands squeeze her hips, securing her in place. The girl doesn't know where to put her own, so she settles them on Sae’s shoulders, letting out a whimper when Sae groans in response.
Sae gently untangles from Makoto, the both of them needing to catch their breaths. The eldest Niijima leans her forehead against the youngest’s in a display of affection amidst chaotic feelings.
“Onee-chan…” Makoto calls weakly, still not believing their current predicament. “Are you sure of this?”
“I couldn't be more sure. I have these feelings too, remember?”
“They didn't go away, then?”
Sae shakes her head, smiling so warmly Makoto can't help but melt.
“The difference is that they have a name now. Which, let me tell you, is relieving.”
In a motion very reminiscent of something her Shadow did, Sae gently pushes Makoto down until she’s laying on the bed. It's so much different compared to the other circumstance, but it short circuits Makoto all the same. Having Sae on top of her like that…
“What did she do to you? I want details.”
“... Pardon ?”
Sae chuckles as she witnesses the horror on her sister’s face. “As much as I wished you’d be courted and wooed properly before anything like that occurred, that’s not what happened. So I can only do better than my counterpart… at the very least. So?”
Makoto flusters so hard her vision goes black, writhing underneath her sister who is suddenly smiling deviously. “H-h-h-hey, it’s not like we’re talking about the weather here!”
"So you can tell me you’re in love with me and get in my bed in another dimension but you draw the line at talking about it? You’re adorable.” Sae’s 180 spin leaves Makoto stuttering. She thought she’d never see this side of Sae and now that she does, the real one seems to be a huge tease. “If she was anything like me, she must have had her fun with you. I happen to appreciate shy girls and you’ve always been shy.”
“I’m- I’m not shy! And I didn’t really have to talk with her. She was straightforward. In the lead the whole time.” Makoto’s voice gets progressively tinier as Sae’s attention grows. Her eyes are boring holes in Makoto’s own.
“Now we’re getting somewhere. Keep going.” Sae leans down and starts kissing her neck, making Makoto squeak. Makoto failed to notice Sae had pinned down her wrists along the way, her touch so feather-like it had been almost imperceptible.
“She started with bites… scratches. Love marks. Asked me to pick… Couldn’t.” Makoto swallows as Sae raises her head again to stare at her face, mildly surprised. Her hand slowly unbuttons Makoto’s blouse. Makoto doesn’t notice she’s doing it with one hand.
“What a brute.” Sae’s comment breaks the tension a little, making Makoto giggle. “Not even a proper warm up before marking you as hers. Honestly, I’m disappointed with the other me. That's not how I treat a lady.” Sae opens Makoto’s blouse, exposing her upper body to the slight chill. Makoto gets goosebumps, both from the November air and Sae looking at her body in this context for the first… well, second time. In a way. “Not right away.”
Makoto’s breath catches when Sae’s lips land on her exposed skin. Sae’s touch keeps being so light, so brief, and yet she is captivating Makoto all the same. Sae leaves a trail of kisses on her chest and Makoto isn’t sure she will be coherent for much longer.
“Continue. What then?”
“I-I’m not sure…” Makoto’s breathing is quick and ragged, her skin slowly but surely getting alight from a few, simple touches from her sister. “It was…”
“It was?” Sae looks up at her, expectantly. “Don’t stop.”
“U-um… it was…” Makoto tries to continue the sentence but Sae is teasing her skin with her tongue now. From a technical perspective, Sae is not helping her tell the story. On the other hand… “I… provoked her- oh! ”
Sae slips a hand under her bra and squeezes her left boob, making her stop in her tracks. “Really? How?”
“God, you are mean. ” Makoto groans as Sae fondles her, the knowing smirk never going away. The groan quickly becomes a whine. “I dared her to spank me.”
Makoto steels herself, wearing a grumpy pout as her sister stares at her in badly concealed disbelief. “Risky. I didn’t take you for one who likes it rough, Makoto.”
“I didn’t know. Her energy must have rubbed off on me.”
Sae grabs her thighs and Makoto squeaks, remembering the position she’s in right now. The older sister takes her sweet time in feeling them under her palms, skirt bunched up and exposing Makoto’s panties. Makoto can’t take her mind off how close Sae is to her core.
“What a little rebel you have become.” Sae squeezes her asscheeks and Makoto whimpers. Every inch of her skin is on fire, it seems like every spot is a weak spot with Sae and this siren who is her flesh and blood keeps teasing her out of her mind! “I guess she took up the challenge. That is something I would do…” Sae purrs, leaning down to kiss her again. She slows her pace and Makoto responds absentmindedly, feeling her head getting more and more clouded. Sae releases her lips with a pop. “I never back down. You know that.”
Makoto nods and shuts her eyes tight, turning her face away. Sae’s proximity is as strong as a black hole, pulling her in and crushing her to bits at the same time. She renders Makoto breathless.
“Hey. Eyes on me.” Sae grabs Makoto’s chin and gently turns her head until they’re staring at each other again. “Giving up already?”
"I-I’m not!” In an attempt to gain the upper hand, Makoto tries to flip their positions but botches it completely by ending up with her legs tangled to Sae’s and losing her balance. The result is her collapsing on top of Sae’s body and planting face first on her boobs.
Sae laughs heartily while Makoto picks herself up, redder than she's ever been and on the verge of tears from embarrassment.
“Not a word.”
“I didn't speak.”
Makoto tries to slip away but Sae clamps around her and keeps her in place, much to the younger’s dismay.
“I was about to mention you still have too many clothes on.” Makoto’s voice is muffled and flat, enticing a cackle from Sae.
“And I was about to mention that this bed is too small. Up.”
Makoto obeys and as she gets up on her feet she realizes she's very much half naked and disheveled and now standing in the middle of the room. Sae doesn't leave her time for second guessing as she takes her hand and leads her out, in the even chiller hallway.
“Should turn up the heating a bit.” Sae mumbles to herself as they cross the dark, not bothering to turn on the light. Once they reach the master bedroom Sae lets Makoto go in first as she goes and fixes the control panel.
It's so weird for Makoto to be here again, but in the real world. She feels like Shadow Sae bedding her both happened and didn't happen at all. That was the usual feeling when it came to the Metaverse, but Makoto is positively weirded out by deja vu.
In any case, Sae will be - and has been - the one taking her, so it doesn't change much.
“Done.” Sae smiles when she walks in the room, finding Makoto sitting modestly on her bed. Makoto notices Sae is a little flushed and wonders if she was like that earlier too. Did Makoto simply not notice? “I don't want you to catch a cold.”
“How kind of you.” Makoto gives Sae a small smile. Her head is clearer now that they took a quick break, but she doesn't know if it is going to last.
“Was it cold in the Palace?” Sae asks as she slowly approaches the bed.
“No, not at all. I think we cannot feel stuff like that in the Metaverse. Or you must have had one hell of a system to heat the whole thing up. It was huge.” Makoto jokes, making Sae snort.
“Other kinds of sensations are definitely not banned, though.”
It takes a few seconds before Makoto understands what Sae is referring to and she lets out an undignified noise.
“Sae- onee-chan! ” Makoto yells, throwing a mock punch to her sister’s shoulder, Sae covering her mouth to muffle her laughter. “Stop teasing me!”
"You're too fun to tease, Makoto. Here, let me make it up to you.”
Sae takes Makoto’s hands and hooks them under the hem of her turtleneck, slowly pushing upward, revealing her toned stomach and bellybutton.
“Strip me.”
It doesn't come off as a suggestion, but as a command: this too is reminiscent of what Sae’s Shadow did. The little peek is enough to entrance Makoto, whose heartbeat is picking up once again as she is reminded of what they're actually doing. She pushes the cloth up and up, compliant, the back of her fingers grazing the naked skin underneath. In a blink Makoto removes the shirt entirely, with a little help, leaving Sae in her bra and pants. She takes in the view, wandering with her eyes the expanse of creamy skin that suddenly appeared before her.
Makoto is almost surprised by the lack of tattoos.
“This already happened.” Makoto repeats her actions, but adds some twists. She palms Sae’s sides, exploring the exposed skin with her hands. Slowly, surely. Sae closes her eyes and arches her back a little, hands coming to gently grab fistfuls of Makoto’s hair. “She left me a tiny bit of control, at the end. I saw a crack in the armor… Vulnerability. Her feelings. Yours. It was then I knew it was all real.”
“Makoto…”
“I love you.”
Makoto leans forward and kisses Sae’s belly. Her hands move down, gliding to the zipper of Sae’s black pants.
“I am devoted to you.” Makoto unzips them. A hint of black lace appears. She pulls down the pants and Sae steps out of them, eyes never leaving Makoto. If the younger sister looked up, she would see just how affected Sae is right now.
And this time it's Makoto that takes her sister's hands and flops back on the bed, Sae on top of her once again.
“You are a goddess to me.” With renewed bravery, Makoto cups Sae’s face and kisses her, with a hunger and a passion she never felt for anyone or anything else. And she dares, dizzy and lovesick and hopeless, when one of her knees goes up between Sae’s legs. Sae lets out a surprised gasp and Makoto continues her ministrations, hands now roaming on a slender neck and shoulders.
When Makoto pulls back she finds Sae blushing and starry eyed and thinks that it's the most beautiful thing she’ll ever see.
“To think I had you right here the whole time.” Sae pants, brushing a stray lock of hair from Makoto’s face. “And I never noticed your feelings, nor mine. I think I won't be able to let you go now.”
Makoto grins, crazy butterflies in her stomach. “I don't want you to.”
Sae grins in return and suddenly hands are on the hem of Makoto’s skirt. Sae makes short work of it, throwing it away along with the other clothes. Makoto’s open blouse meets the same fate.
“Finish the story.”
Makoto forgot they were playing that game. Her nails trace a path down Sae’s back, the latter shivering in delight. She’s catlike , Makoto thinks. It's the same kind of sex appeal she often finds in Ann, although Ann is more bombastic and in-your-face. Sae seems to play her cards very close to her chest. Makoto revels in knowing that it's reserved to her, now.
“She ate me out.” It's a little crass, the way Makoto says it as if she is indeed talking about the weather, but it's the simple truth and it makes Sae inhale sharply.
“How good was she?” Sae asks a bit hastily.
“Pretty good, I think? Sorry but I haven't really done this with anyone else, so… Wait.” Makoto looks at her sister’s face and finds her squinting her eyes and frowning deeply. “Are you jealous, Onee-chan?”
Sae doesn't reply and her frown only deepens. She's sporting a raging blush now and Makoto keeps herself from laughing in her face. They’re not that different, after all. Even Sae is able to feel embarrassed.
“You're jealous! It's ridiculous, you know she’s you , right? It was you all along!”
“Maybe but I only have a vague notion of it, so it doesn't count.” Makoto thinks that if Sae could spit fire, she would right now. Nostrils flaring and all that. “I would kill her myself. First for touching you and second for touching what's mine.”
The possessiveness in Sae’s voice, her whole impetus sparks an intense wave of arousal for Makoto. It goes straight to her core and she squirms, discreetly squeezing her thighs together.
“Is there a difference?”
“No.”
“Thought so.”
Sae suddenly slips her hands under Makoto to unclasp her bra, removing it carefully. Makoto sees fit to do the same to the all-encompassing woman on top of her. It's gentle. Vulnerable. No walls, no hiding. No more.
Wordlessly and without ceremony, Sae gets rid of her own panties under the watchful eye of Makoto, who can't tear her eyes away from her sister’s body. It gets to her every time: Sae is lean and toned where Makoto is muscular and soft. Sae would fit royalty in her opinion. Makoto will forever be starstruck by her.
“Ready?” Sae asks while hooking her fingers in Makoto’s panties. The girl nods and never tears her gaze away as Sae slides them down her legs. They're drenched, obviously, but Sae doesn't waste time over them. A finger immediately dips in Makoto’s wet hair and the girl lets out a little whine when it meets her folds.
“I won't be rough unless you ask. Not today.” Sae whispers against Makoto’s lips. When she inserts the finger in, Makoto yelps and freezes at the unknown sensation. Sae worries immediately and removes it quickly, alarmed.
“I'm sorry Makoto, did it hurt?”
“No, no, don't worry, it's just… weird. Definitely not used to it.” Makoto mumbles, half covering her face with her hand. “You can try again.”
Sae gives her a quick, reassuring kiss. “It's true you said the other me used her mouth. I'll go slow and you’ll tell me when you're adjusted, okay?”
Makoto nods and Sae proceeds, slower this time. Makoto squints and her eyelids flutter, Sae’s eyes never leaving her face to catch any sign of distress. It doesn't hurt, but Makoto definitely needs a second.
It gets easier, bit by bit. Sae tries moving around a little and Makoto gasps and her back arches when she suddenly finds a good spot.
“H-holy- what?!”
“Felt good?”
“Mmhn…” Makoto nods, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Can you take another?”
“I think so?”
"I'll go in, then.”
Albeit distracted by a long digit inside her and another one making its way in, Makoto’s heart soars as Sae peppers her face in light kisses during her ministrations. After all their struggles, the display of affection and love feels incredible to her. The true Sae is anything but icy. And she's so glad they're finally together, finally as one…
In her cloudy, love-drunk haze, Makoto barely realizes when Sae starts getting serious, but when she does realize it's like being swept away by a giant wave. Sae attacks the sweet spot she found and Makoto loses her mind entirely, the alien feeling from before disappearing as Sae’s fingers are suddenly all she can think about. She’s barely aware that she’s tightening desperately around them. Sae can definitely feel it. Makoto whimpers, moans and drools at the relentless motions, unable to form any coherent thought. Her hips move to meet Sae’s hand. It all feels like a dream from there.
“Hah… Onee-chan- Sae, it's…”
Makoto is interrupted by her sister’s mouth catching hers into a heated kiss. Sae’s tongue works along with her fingers, albeit elsewhere, and Makoto’s cries are muffled. Sae is everywhere and the younger Niijima surrenders completely to this unrelenting tide, to the sound of fingers pumping into her wet core, to the sweat and the heat that overtook the chill of a November night.
In her blissful state, it doesn't take too long.
“Onee-ch- I think I'm… I think-”
Makoto doesn't finish her sentence in time. She comes with a scream, a mix of pleasure and relief, the final release for years of cold shoulders, stern scoldings and stress. Sae is there through it all, watching it unfold with her lower lip caught between her teeth and a warm light in her eyes. It seems to go on forever and end too quickly at the same time. She gently guides Makoto down from her high, the girl breathing heavily and squirming beneath her. They don't say anything until Makoto eventually recovers and becomes coherent once again.
Suddenly Makoto pulls her sister down, arms wrapping tightly around Sae’s frame.
"Thank you.”
Sae smiles against Makoto’s neck, squeezing her in return however possible given their positions.
“For?”
“For letting me in again. For not leaving me.”
Sae nuzzles Makoto affectionately. “No… thank you for letting me in. For your bravery. You're so much stronger than you think, Makoto. I'm sorry I made you think otherwise. I'm sorry for everything.”
“Hey, no. It's in the past.” Makoto strokes Sae’s hair. “We're moving on. You and I.”
Sae nods and they silently sit up, ruffled and pleasantly tired. Makoto snuggles close to Sae immediately.
“I definitely want to try doing you, later.” Makoto blurts out of the blue. Sae barks a laugh, earning a very annoyed glance from her younger sister.
“Later. I must say I'm already pretty satisfied.”
Makoto gives her another mock punch. “I bet. You big meanie.”
“From what I gathered you love it when I'm being mean. I bet my Shadow would have something to say about those spanks you mentioned.”
“I- oh, get lost!”