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It was early morning, the sun was rising and the birds were singing over the lake.
The lake was quite incredible, Monika mused. Sayori had done a... truly amazing job making it look like that, getting the temperature perfect, making it reflect the sunlight in just the right way that you could lose yourself in staring at it forever...
Monika still had a few memories of when she’d been The President. She’d never considered the idea of making something like that. It was stupid, really, because creating something that beautiful would have made the world so much more real for her.
If she’d just paid attention to what was around her, rather than staring single-mindedly at some avatar controlled by a being from another reality, she could have solved all her problems and then some!
Perhaps the reason the ‘game’ was unfinished, perhaps the reason the festival didn’t even exist, was because she was supposed to build it with the help of the other girls...
But instead, she’d chosen to destroy them, and it, and ruined any chance she had of ever gaining anyone’s true affection.
Natsuki still held a little bit of fear behind her eyes when their gazes met, Monika could see that, and she could feel it too.
She’d screwed up, not just by leaving the door open with Yuri, but also by-
She closed her eyes tightly, blocking that particular train of thought from continuing any further.
Everyone remembered pieces, fragments of her mistakes. It was why Yuri looked at her as a punisher to satisfy her masochism, why Natsuki and Sayori were spending more time with each other than with her.
Nobody wanted her, not really. She’d screwed that up the first time, and nobody would ever want to be with her ever again.
In the past, Monika might have opened the console and entered a line of text to fix the world, to remove herself from the past, present and future.
But she didn’t have console rights anymore, because she’d been stupid enough to believe that she could ever be happy with the others, like they wouldn’t reject her, push her away like she was made of something completely different.
Everyone thought Monika was popular, thought she enjoyed it, being fawned over, everyone putting these ginormous, painful expectations on her shoulders.
But all it got her was everyone else keeping their distance, as if they could see how messed up she was underneath the half-decent exterior, all of them telling themselves that she was ‘out of my league’ or that ‘a girl like her would never care about me’.
It hurt, that nobody would ever give her a chance.
Monika turned back to gaze over the lake. It was beautiful, and just by looking at it, she felt like she was drowning in its perfect waters; tainting them with her darkness.
The door behind her opened with a soft click, startling her from her reverie.
She turned round, eyes settling on a blue-eyed, apricot-haired, softly-smiling ball of sunshine.
(The sun was far, far out of her league. She’d known that from the start.)
Sayori smiled gently, the smile sending rays of warmth and sunshine across Monika’s skin. “’Morning Moni!” She chirped, and Monika could practically see a pair of wings.
It’d only be a second or so before she’d fly away and Monika could sink into the depths once more.
The smile shifted slightly, towards an impossible shape – a frown.
(Was it possible that she had ruined even the sun, too?)
Sayori moved past, no longer spreading warmth, she made her way to the fridge, a sight which made guilt coil, a snake, squeezing the life from the airways in Monika’s chest.
Monika frowned, it seemed she would have to say something to stop herself from suffering that particular agony.
“Is there a reason that you’re down here alone? I would have expected you to be curled up in Natsuki’s arms by now.” She remarked, cursing herself silently for being so brash, so uncouth, so cruel about the choices Sayori was making, had made already...
(She didn’t deserve to criticise the sun for not choosing her...)
Sayori giggled softly, “I’ve been down here like this every morning, Moni!” There was a pause, in which the girl fiddled with her hands in front of her chest… was she nervous? “I’m an early riser, you know!”
(It made sense that the sun was nervous around the one who had driven her to implode...)
Monika sighed, covering her frown with a change in position. “You know, for someone who has openly admitted to having a crush on all of us, you haven’t been spending nearly enough time with me.” She teased, defaulting to the mannerisms she used to use on Him, looking away when silence was the only response.
(It seemed she was doomed to make the same mistakes again...)
She frowned, “I mean... I... understand... why you don’t want to...” She began. If the guilt had been a snake coiling earlier, now it was a noose, taut around her throat, crushing everything she said, forcing her to swallow desperately to clear it. “What I did was... unforgivable...” Her voice shook.
Monika’s peripheral vision was filled by an apricot-haired ball of sunshine.
(She should retreat. Being this close to the sun, she could get burned...)
Sayori’s smile was the same sad smile she’d shown Him towards the end as she guided Monika’s gaze to meet her own. There were tears in her eyes as she spoke.
(And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away...)
Sayori’s smile became just a little stronger when their eyes met, Green and Blue colliding in an endless sea, both of them now hopelessly lost in the other.
She spoke gently, and Monika could feel herself coming loose when she detected the breathless husk in the other girl’s voice. “You know, there is one thing that could make it up to me...”
And with that, neither of them could wait – not even a moment longer.
Monika found herself being pressed against the fridge, the barren cold and the exhilarating warmth on either side of her driving her insane – a knife-edge between fantasy and reality – as she registered that Sayori was pinning her down.
(Monika had never even thought that the sun would be dominant...)
She gasped, tongue desperately diving ever-deeper into the other girl’s mouth as a pair of beautiful, gentle hands wrapped around her wrists, holding them back behind her, forcing her to rile desperately with her chest, her tongue, her abdomen. She had nothing but the most pleasurable sensations of motion.
They parted, a string of saliva connecting their tongues, both girls breathless, pupils dilated with lust, though still lost hopelessly in each other’s eyes.
(But the feeling of kissing the sun was even more amazing than she could have imagined...)
Sayori clasped her hand, leading her quickly up the stairs, her energy, exploding with passion and excitement as she guided Monika to her room by the hand, leading her in and locking the door behind them.
(There was no escape from this downwards spiral of ecstasy. Not anymore...)
Monika found herself pressed down against the covers as she gazed, entranced, upon the beauty who seemed to consider her attractive.
Sayori was so much better at this than she was. Monika had to hide it with the others, but she’d never had anything like this happen to her before. She didn’t feel like she had to hide it anymore.
Their tongues met, wrapping around each other as Monika’s hands were finally released.
She didn’t need a prompt to do what came naturally, reaching around her partner and pulling them closer, the world as meaningless as ever, perhaps more now than ever before, now that their lips, tongues, everything, was connected.
A pair of hands reached down, lifting her shirt from her body with ease as she reached back, returning the favour.
(It felt incredible, the electric touch of her exposed skin...)
Monika had never imagined that touching someone else would feel so amazing, but as her pants were eagerly torn off, she found herself aching to feel more of it, to feel more of this apricot-haired goddess’s touch.
Sayori’s lake was just as beautiful as she was, created in her image, Monika mused as she dove in, biting and consuming every inch of skin she could reach with eager, unstoppable ferocity, already feeling herself loosening as the sensation was returned.
It was incredible. Monika had never imagined she would worship someone like this, but if Sayori was a religion, Monika was a true believer.
They pulled each other close, naked bodies entwining as they rolled beneath the sheets; purest white surrounding the incredible, intoxicating mixture that their bodies were.
Monika found her tongue became meaningless once it disappeared beyond the other girl’s lips, the only thing that remained was the sensation of absolute pleasure, driving her insane as her hands curled against the beauty’s breasts, trailing downwards to the sound of a perfect whine.
Eyes that had been sad were now lustful and radiated true warmth, happiness so hot it almost burned.
Monika’s hands reached the other girl’s, hot, slick core at the same time as Sayori mischievously clasped her ass.
Monika found herself thrusting upon her own hands with a deep, unstoppable moan, losing herself in all of the sensations that were running over her body. The covers, the hands against her rear, the beautiful desire pooling across her fingers, the breasts that were resting soft, gentle, perfect, against her own...
The mutual warmth returned to her core; the tongue that was curling over hers, running across it in a way that could only be described as incredible...
She gasped, moaning into Sayori’s mouth, forcing herself downwards, fingers curling as it all came undone, whatever knot had been keeping it all back being severed in an insanely pleasurable instant.
She felt the vibrations of the same sound from below as warm heat ran over her own, squirting past her fingers and pooling, incredible, against her core above.
She lost all sensation in her legs, the both of them falling flat against each other as their orgasm continued uninterrupted, rolling across the bed, lost in each other as they spiraled uncontrollably across each other's cores.
There was no stopping this pure pleasure, pure bliss.
Unadulterated lust was all that could possibly remain.
Their tongues curled desperately as heat continued to flow between them, the whole world flashing against their eyes, against their bodies, against everything...
They came to a stop, falling limp against each other, tidal waves of pent-up desire finally expended.
Monika found a hand running softly through her hair, unclasping her bow so that all of it fell loosely, unkempt, to be one of the best sensations, because that was one she hadn’t even expected.
She returned the favour, undoing the bow that sat in the strawberry-blonde’s hair in an instant.
Monika could live for the smile Sayori gave her in return, she realized, a warmth pooling softly against her chest.
She met the strawberry-blonde’s eyes with a smile. It was real, this was real – she was real. She couldn’t ever give this up, because somebody else wanted her to stay.
“Thank you.” Was apparently the best set of words that she, in all her poetic ability, could come up with.
Her partner let out an endearing giggle, cupping Monika’s face with one hand, the other pressing softly against the former club president’s back.
“You’re welcome.”
And with those two words that could uphold a universe, Monika was lost in an ocean of beautiful blue, beneath an incredible apricot sunset, once more.
(If this was to be her reality, she’d be more than willing to accept it...)
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Bonus:
Natsuki sighed. She understood that Sayori and Monika hadn’t gotten to spend any time together, at all, but would it really hurt them to keep it down? Some people were trying to sleep!
(And definitely not getting turned on imagining having passionate sex with Sayori or Monika (or even both at once!))
No, Natsuki would never get wet over a few disgusting sounds coming through a wall. That was a completely ridiculous notion! Where did that idea even come from, anyway?
The door to her room opened with a soft click, and Natsuki looked up to see... Yuri?
The purple-haired girl was blushing furiously, almost hiding behind her hair, but there was something feral in her gaze.
The door locked with a (slightly louder) click.