[Suletta will remember later, the moments that lead to this: the brief brushing of a hand there, or Miorine's voice when she'd leaned over her shoulder to point out a correction, how it had reverberated over the shell of her ear and made her distracted. For now, though, Miorine kisses her so gently, like she's something precious. This is the part that Suletta focuses on, at first. She has her eyes half-opening — remembering her first lesson about this, but torn between wanting to observe and gain the experience, and the feeling she gets when she closes her eyes, the darkness closing over her. It left only the feeling of Miorine's mouth on her skin. The sound of her breathing, the barely-there rustle of her clothing. Each of these things filled her with a warmth that was slow-building and almost syrupy, keeping her captured in it.
She is sitting very still, her breathing slowing by the minute. Her hands are on her knees, and she tilts her head down when Miorine cranes upward to meet her. The room is cast in twilight colors — she sees blue and purple and the moon-silver of Miorine's hair through her half-closed eyes.
When Miorine kisses the line of her jaw, a little noise escapes her, a quick intake of breath. Both of her eyes open now, and she gazes down at Miorine, her face slightly flushed.]
Um-
[She's afraid that overexplaining will cause her to lose her nerve, and so she merely scoots a little closer, then takes Miorine's hands in her own. She looks down at their laced fingers, then up to Miorine's face. Slowly, she turns one of her hands over, running her fingers along her palm.]
Would it be alright if I...
[She shrinks back some, at first, then leans forward, lowering her face to Miorine's. This time when she kisses her, they don't bump noses, and she doesn't miss her mouth.]
[ The spectrum of emotions involved in Suletta's deliberation is broadcast across her face. Miorine doesn't know quite how to respond either— she's no stranger to the act itself, but this version of it is new territory.
The initiative makes her smile. These days Miorine is more kind but she is still rarely warm, Suletta might not be able to see her smile but she might feel it, blossoming against Suletta's lips. Miorine's answer comes half muddled with a pleased sound. ]
Mhm.
[ She nods too, before instinctively tilting her face so they fit together easily.
Miorine lets Suletta play with her hands and kisses her harder. She pushes back in the way of leaning some of her weight into Suletta. ]
[So attuned to Miorine's moods, the dip and swell of them, she does feel the smile — if she keeps her eyes closed she can picture it. Miorine almost never smiled, so she had memorized the events when they did happen. Barely a lift of the corners of her mouth, a slight softening around her eyes. She feels proud that she had apparently done well in making her choice.
She also feels very warm when Miorine deepens the kiss, and her head is buzzing pleasantly in the aftermath. When she leans her weight into her, she doesn't resist. Suletta feels her body become pliant and loose in the wake of it, and she stares at Miorine, wide-eyed, though not frightened.]
I don't have to- [She starts, and flushes bright red.] Ah. Then...
[She debates with herself, then, her face screwing up in concentration and resolve, mimics what Miorine had done to her earlier, pressing a kiss against her jaw.]
[ It's cute. It makes Miorine angry how cute it is- Suletta's shy enthusiasm is endearing but it also lights a spark in Miorine that she doesn't expect. In some ways this is new for her too, she's as much of a teacher as she is a recipient after all.
It's difficult to keep her face straight when Suletta looks so serious about getting to first base. She sighs pleasantly and laughs in the same breath. The kiss is soft and leaves a warm spot in the shape of Suletta's mouth on her skin, a belated tingle runs up her spine, simple teenage excitement about the prospect of being touched and touching in turn.
Her hands slip from Suletta's but Miorine doesn't break skin to skin contact. Her palms run up Suletta's wrists and the length of her arms. There's an intentional pressure in her touch and eventually her hands come to wrap around her back. All the while she encourages Suletta's mouth with little kisses in return. Each kiss gets longer by just a fraction of a second and when she feels Suletta has found her pace Miorine throws another wrench into the fray by opening her mouth when they kiss. She nips Suletta's lip, a little excited and smug at how Suletta may react. ]
[Miorine's laughter makes Suletta look up, concerned that she had made a misstep. Her face almost glows with her blush in the growing dark, and then Miorine is touching her, her kisses steady and patient but persistent, and Suletta realizes that she hadn't made a mistake at all. More of the slow building and sluggish heat washes over her, makes her feel almost lightheaded. Restless too, in a pleasant way: she continues to kiss her way along her jawline to quell the feeling, but it only becomes more pressing and distracting. She kisses her neck, but carefully and so softly it is scarcely a brush of her mouth: gauging any boundaries that she might be testing. Feeling bolder, she does so again, leaving an uneven line of kisses along her skin.
Miorine’s kisses continue meanwhile, gentle and relentless, deepening each time their lips brush. When she opens her mouth into it, Suletta gasps, and when she bites her lower lip, she shivers all over, clinging to Miorine until she can come back down to planetside. She turns her head to the side, her breathing uneven and her mouth pressed to Miorine's cheek. Her hands move absently along her back.]
Miorine…
[Slowly, her gaze lowered, she turns her head until their mouths brush. Then she kisses her again — harder, more insistently — in the hopes that Miorine might open her mouth into it again.]
[ Every time Suletta's mouth gravitates toward her neck Miorine leans forward instinctively, trying to gain more traction than Suletta's bashfulness allows. She wants to move on to what she knows should come next but worries Suletta is only just catching up with what's happening now.
Suletta's grip isn't too strong but Miorine still feels like the wind is knocked out of her. She has to withstand the urge to press herself against Suletta, once again her body tried to jump a step further than she knows she should.
Her head turns in time with Suletta, like a heat seeking missile all she can do is draw closer to her mouth. This kiss is drawn out, not like the insistent knocks from earlier- testing the waters to see just how much Miorine would let her in. Miorine parts her lips and makes a pleased sound, almost as if she's just taken a tasty bite of something.
Her hands drift under the hem of Suletta's uniform and her fingertips find skin. ]
[Often, Suletta can gauge Miorine's level of impatience — with a discussion, a task she found dull, or a person she'd rather not interact with. Right now is no exception: the dam of her restraint is holding, but she can feel Miorine's subdued eagerness in how she moves closer to her, chases her mouth with her own. She can feel her shift a little in their impromptu embrace, and when Miorine parts her lips, Suletta's hand tenses on the small of her back. Her head buzzes. Tentatively, she deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping out to taste Miorine's mouth. It's careful, this: her inexperience and natural shyness both keep her from asking for more than this for now.
An unsteady sigh escapes her at Miorine's touch. Her toes curl — nerves and excitement both. She traces her hands up her back, along the ridges of her spine. The touch is light and cautious: primed to move away at any sign of discomfort. Eventually, her fingers come to gently lace themselves in Miorine's hair.]
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Date: 2023-06-09 04:11 am (UTC)She is sitting very still, her breathing slowing by the minute. Her hands are on her knees, and she tilts her head down when Miorine cranes upward to meet her. The room is cast in twilight colors — she sees blue and purple and the moon-silver of Miorine's hair through her half-closed eyes.
When Miorine kisses the line of her jaw, a little noise escapes her, a quick intake of breath. Both of her eyes open now, and she gazes down at Miorine, her face slightly flushed.]
Um-
[She's afraid that overexplaining will cause her to lose her nerve, and so she merely scoots a little closer, then takes Miorine's hands in her own. She looks down at their laced fingers, then up to Miorine's face. Slowly, she turns one of her hands over, running her fingers along her palm.]
Would it be alright if I...
[She shrinks back some, at first, then leans forward, lowering her face to Miorine's. This time when she kisses her, they don't bump noses, and she doesn't miss her mouth.]
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Date: 2023-06-10 04:48 am (UTC)The initiative makes her smile. These days Miorine is more kind but she is still rarely warm, Suletta might not be able to see her smile but she might feel it, blossoming against Suletta's lips. Miorine's answer comes half muddled with a pleased sound. ]
Mhm.
[ She nods too, before instinctively tilting her face so they fit together easily.
Miorine lets Suletta play with her hands and kisses her harder. She pushes back in the way of leaning some of her weight into Suletta. ]
You don't have to ask next time.
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Date: 2023-06-12 01:53 am (UTC)She also feels very warm when Miorine deepens the kiss, and her head is buzzing pleasantly in the aftermath. When she leans her weight into her, she doesn't resist. Suletta feels her body become pliant and loose in the wake of it, and she stares at Miorine, wide-eyed, though not frightened.]
I don't have to- [She starts, and flushes bright red.] Ah. Then...
[She debates with herself, then, her face screwing up in concentration and resolve, mimics what Miorine had done to her earlier, pressing a kiss against her jaw.]
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Date: 2023-06-14 10:52 pm (UTC)It's difficult to keep her face straight when Suletta looks so serious about getting to first base. She sighs pleasantly and laughs in the same breath. The kiss is soft and leaves a warm spot in the shape of Suletta's mouth on her skin, a belated tingle runs up her spine, simple teenage excitement about the prospect of being touched and touching in turn.
Her hands slip from Suletta's but Miorine doesn't break skin to skin contact. Her palms run up Suletta's wrists and the length of her arms. There's an intentional pressure in her touch and eventually her hands come to wrap around her back. All the while she encourages Suletta's mouth with little kisses in return. Each kiss gets longer by just a fraction of a second and when she feels Suletta has found her pace Miorine throws another wrench into the fray by opening her mouth when they kiss. She nips Suletta's lip, a little excited and smug at how Suletta may react. ]
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Date: 2023-06-17 03:19 am (UTC)Miorine’s kisses continue meanwhile, gentle and relentless, deepening each time their lips brush. When she opens her mouth into it, Suletta gasps, and when she bites her lower lip, she shivers all over, clinging to Miorine until she can come back down to planetside. She turns her head to the side, her breathing uneven and her mouth pressed to Miorine's cheek. Her hands move absently along her back.]
Miorine…
[Slowly, her gaze lowered, she turns her head until their mouths brush. Then she kisses her again — harder, more insistently — in the hopes that Miorine might open her mouth into it again.]
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Date: 2023-06-20 03:42 am (UTC)Suletta's grip isn't too strong but Miorine still feels like the wind is knocked out of her. She has to withstand the urge to press herself against Suletta, once again her body tried to jump a step further than she knows she should.
Her head turns in time with Suletta, like a heat seeking missile all she can do is draw closer to her mouth. This kiss is drawn out, not like the insistent knocks from earlier- testing the waters to see just how much Miorine would let her in. Miorine parts her lips and makes a pleased sound, almost as if she's just taken a tasty bite of something.
Her hands drift under the hem of Suletta's uniform and her fingertips find skin. ]
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Date: 2023-06-26 10:13 pm (UTC)An unsteady sigh escapes her at Miorine's touch. Her toes curl — nerves and excitement both. She traces her hands up her back, along the ridges of her spine. The touch is light and cautious: primed to move away at any sign of discomfort. Eventually, her fingers come to gently lace themselves in Miorine's hair.]