(You can't do it, Kiro! It's really fucked up!)
(but i'm so hungry!)
(Go make yourself some food, for fuck's sake! You don't need to rape someone!)
(But, would she truly mind? Her hormones are clearly putting her on edge.. maybe this is the relief she needs..)
The brunette found herself in contemplation. It had been about an hour since she told her good night to the other woman, and now only she was awake. Parts of her face resting on the warm mattress beneath her head as she stared at the bare chest of the woman before her.
(i should ask her if it's fine..)
She parted her lips to speak, but only the quiet quivering of her bottom lip, and the rumbling of her stomach came to be.
"mmhmm... yeah... run.. mmm.. run..."
Soft mumbles began forming from the sleeping woman, before she suddenly stirred, changing her position from sleeping on her back, and onto her side, suddenly placing her chest right by the other woman's face.
"you can't... run away.. mmpmmm..."
"your life... will make me.. rich.."
The woman spoke in her sleep, shifting once more, retreating slightly from the wake woman.
(she's thinking about money even in her sleep.. she must be so stressed..)
(what is wrong with me?! why couldn't i have just kept my mouth shut about the money?!)
(i'll stop talking about it.. for your sake..)
"I'm sorry, Yumi..."
"I'll pay you back for this.. I promise.."
The moonlight shone gently through the bedroom window and down upon the two women. One sleeping peacefully, her stomach moving up and down with a consistent and soft rhythm, and the other woman, her face planted against the other's chest, filling the room with the sounds of quiet flesh, sucking against flesh. It was gentle, a mission done with patient and loving lips.
Not committed by lust, But hunger.
But still, all actions have consequences..
(Starving yourself for two days, all to make sure another individual eats enough.)
(But starvation will only get you so far. Eventually, your body will consume itself, and so)
(You must eat. As much nutrients as possible, but in the least amount of food as possible.)
(Perhaps it's easier to look back to times when life had no problems. When all was peace. Revert to the ages where nothing truly mattered.)
(And you were just a child, clinging onto your mother to survive.)