Cabin 3
Well, if nothing else, the rapid change in expression definitely conveyed Junko got the point in no uncertain terms. Her face went red like a tomato and her eyes widened like dinner plates. If they could, her hair would have probably shot up from surprise. Freyja had well and truly blown her mind.
Junko slid her hands up her legs, around Freyja's hips before the conscious part of her digital brain could get a word in. Couldn’t even yank her eyes off Freyja’s body, stuck on her curves like glue. Then she realized where she was, and that she didn’t trust herself to do this right now. But it’d be a slap to her face if she backed off right now.
So she leaned in and kissed her.
It was everything she remembered and more. Without a bay full of onlookers, and no mission looming ahead, she was able to really get everything from it. The feel of tan skin against blue. How her tinier lips fit to fuller ones, the taste of her tongue. Shape and volume of her body against hers. Smell of her hair, its unique notes that could only be this one person.
But she didn’t push it any further.
After a long moment that felt like an hour, she broke the kiss. Still held close to Freyja, barely any space between them. Red eyes finally met vivid green.
“I haven’t even answered for what I’ve done to you, and you’ve already welcomed me back.” Wetness crawled into her vision, but she didn’t want to close her eyes, not yet. If this didn’t qualify as unconditional love, it wasn’t clear what would. “You… you got the biggest heart I’ve ever known.”
She pulled back enough to rub away the tears without bonking Freyja with her own elbows. “Sorry, I… I want you, too. As much as I’d like to… sleep with you right now, I don’t trust myself to not screw this up even worse.”