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"Kobayashi!" Tohru greets me as soon as I walk in the door, excited by something.

"What, Tohru," I ask, my words short, rough. I know she could totally overpower me if she wanted, but she lets me speak to her like this, likes me being in charge. I smile up at her, and step up out of the genkan into her personal space, drop my hands onto her hips, give them a little squeeze.

It doesn't matter if I like girls, or even Tohru, like that, if little touches like this make us, her, happy, then they're worth all the discomfort, because, like the DDR song, my life sucks without her. She's smiling back, and her eyes are even shinier than normal, and I can see her tremble as she fights herself, to not paw me or wrap me into a hug.

"I can tell you have something you want to tell me," I pet her left hip, just once, up and down.

"In English they have a word just for sex with your maid! Tupping!"

I laugh, and actually give her a hug. She wraps me up, laughing, in her arms, squeezing me just at the edge of too hard. "No," I tell her, "They don't. I thought so, too, when I first read it, but they just took their word for sex between sheep-"

Tohru actually pulls back and stares at me, her hands on my shoulders.

"I didn't make English, I don't know why they have a word for sex between sheep, but that's the word they used. I don't like it because it has connotations, no denotations, of coercion, lack of agency on the maid's part, flat have sex with me or I'll put you out, and if she gets pregnant she'd often get put out anyway."

"Put out?"

"On the street, fired, canned. Become unemployable because of something that was done to her."

"You wouldn't put me out if I was carrying your child, would you, Kobayashi?" Tohru searches my eyes, her hands still cupping my shoulders, "Just because it was the thing to do, back in the day?"

"Of course not," and the words just spill out, "My life sucks without you."

I blink, appalled, my cheeks burning, and bury my face against Tohru's bosom. I'd thought those words so many times since her father took her, but I certainly was not ever going to say them.

She wraps me in her arms again, "My life sucks without you, too."

After dinner is eaten, and Kanna is tucked in her bed, Tohru sits down next to me on the couch. She reaches, awkwardly, once, pulls back, then grabs me up into her lap and wraps me in her arms, "I," she pauses, "I would not feel at all coerced, or pressured, or sexually harassed. It would make me, I think, very happy, if we had sex. If you were interested in having sex with me."

I twist, and look down at her, and, once again, wonder if it would be so bad. It would, probably, unless my very real lack of enthusiasm for anything to do with sex ruins it for her, make her very happy. I don't . . .

"I don't want to . . . " I pause a long moment, force the words out, "Sex isn't interesting to me. It seems really interesting to everyone else, but it just seems kinda 'meh' to me. I've masturbated, but, again, 'meh.'" I put my hands on her shoulders, look into her eyes, "If you want to try it anyway," her smile widens, "Don't be disappointed, no, don't get your hopes up too high, right?"

Tohru nods at me, eyes shining, "Thank you," and she has us up off the couch almost instantly, her tail wagging happily as she carries me to my bedroom.

She's naked by the time she sets me on the bed, so I take a moment to look at her, pale skin, stupid-large breasts, wide hips, plush thighs. She's very pretty, and I do want to cuddle her close and keep her near me forever, but even Takiya says there's supposed to be a feeling of tightness, or warmth, or readiness, or something, when you look at someone attractive. All I am is scared. Tohru's smiling, flopping down on the bed next to me, no sign of nerves at all.

She takes my hand, kisses my knuckles, then brings it to one breast, swirls it around the soft flesh. Her nipples harden, erect, despite our hands being nowhere near them. I brush a thumb up over her nipple, and my lips twitch upwards as a shiver runs through her. Maybe I do like this. I bring my other hand to her breast, shifting the first hand to her other one, and trace slow circles, encouraged by her moans and the way goosebumps form and fade on her skin. I look up at her face, and she just looks so . . . happy. I put my hands on the bed, and shift upwards, then cup her cheek in one hand as I lean in. She jerks forward, too, and we bump noses before she tilts her head a bit more, and I kiss her.

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"So," I say, sideways, to Takiya the next day, "Kissing Tohru's kinda awesome."

He jerks, mashing keys, and turns to look at me, "Oh?" is all he says.

"Yeah," one corner of my mouth twitches up as I glance at him, "Didn't expect that at all."

"Why not? She obviously loves you, and you were a total wreck without her," He blushes, turns back to his keyboard, and erases whatever he wrote while mashing keys.

"Yeah, but I thought I'd get bored before my jaw started to hurt, but she," my face is on fire. I concentrate on the function I'm working on a moment, "She looked so happy, the noises she was making were so pretty, that smile," I shake my head, "I couldn't, didn't want to, stop until she said to."

"So you wracked your maid with orgasms all night?"

I turn to look at him, appalled, I can feel the blush creeping down my chest under my shirt. I take a few deep breaths, sigh, "No, just until midnight or so."

"Did she return the favor?"

"Why would anyone want," I stop myself, "No, last night was just about her."

"Did she at least get to sleep with you?"

"Do you think I would have let her sleep somewhere else?"

"Sometimes I have no idea what you will do," Takiya admits, "But I like to see you happy."

Am I happy? Yeah, I think I am.

-*

"I'm back," I call, opening the door.

"Welcome Home," Tohru replies, bouncing a little on her toes as she waits for me to shed my shoes and step up into the apartment.

I step into her arms, tilt my head back, looking her in the eye, "You may kiss me in greeting from now on-"

She does, interrupting me, but I don't think I mind.

A few moments later I continue, her cheek still cupped in my hand, "When we are in private, and maybe on special occasions in public," I smile at the grin on her face, "Unless you object?"

"No, no objections," Tohru smiles at me, leans in again, pulling me back as she braces against the wall.

A strange noise escapes as she pulls me closer by my flat butt, her strong hands pulling me up, easily supporting my weight as my thighs slide open around her hips, my feet hitting the wall as my legs try to wrap around her. My arms curl around her neck as we kiss, and my knees scrape the wall where they are pressd to her waist. She is so warm, so soft, so strong, my hips twitch unexpectedly, and it feels . . . not 'meh.'

"What's for dinner, Tohru-sama?" Kanna asks, "And if you want to play with Kobayashi-sama all night I can go to Saikawa's after."

I put my feet down, and Tohru sets me on the floor.

-*

I look at the little slices of green-red meat, then up at Tohru, "Why do you keep trying to feed me your tail?"

"Because I love you?" Tohru looks so confused by the question.

"What does your love have to do with me eating your cooked body parts?" I shove one around with the fork, staring at the plate so I can continue, even as my blush creeps down my shoulders, "I'd be happy to lick you all over if you want me too, but why do you want me to eat you?"

"There is a story," Kanna says, since Tohru is just staring at her plate, looking embarrassed, "That if a human eats dragon meat they'll live forever, or as long as a dragon, or something."

"It's just a story," Tohru tells her plate, "And I don't know of any immortal humans, or even long-lived ones, but even if it helps you live one more year, it would be worth it to me, I heal quickly, and it doesn't hurt much . . . " she trails off.

I watch the little piece of dragon-meat on my plate a moment, thinking about Tohru hurting herself for me, for a year, with a smile, and for me to be selfish and let the fact that it just looks . . . gross and waste her sacrifice . . . I stab a piece of the dragon-meat with my fork, and hold it out to Tohru, handle first, "You've got to feed it to me, then," I tell her, closing my eyes and opening my mouth.

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log:
2017/Apr: one of my buddies from my high school 'show up at 05 to watch the anime I'd rented the night before' club recommended _Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid_ to me. I think it's awesome. I also think that it isn't a requirement for a yuri series for the main characters to never have sex . . . Despite what some editors are telling manga artists.
2017/Jun/3: Decided that this should tie into the LoD stories. Started.
2017/Jun/5: More
2017/Jun/16: Tiny Edits