If she were a more honest girl she might say 'I'm almost always thinking about you' which is an embarrassing truth that she is in no way brave enough to share. It's why she's decided on the gifts, it's so much easier and she hopes the intentions and sentiments manage to be carried through by these earthly goods.
She can feel Suletta's gaze boring into her back but she's still struggling to ascertain what exactly it is she wants. Sometimes, Suletta was puzzling but especially so when it came to these sorts of things that had been so simple with other people.
"It was fine." It's like half a thought murmured in between undoing herself just enough so she can be comfortable. She's been done for a moment now but she's belated in answering Suletta.
"Obviously, I missed you too.." She's trying to make good on the promise from their previous conversation. Miorine rubs the back of her neck, as if this one thing has stressed her immensely.
That too passes, and she finally turns around, not quite smiling but finally relaxed. If Suletta has any other intention in what she says Miorine certainly doesn't catch it.
"Well let's make the most of it then. We should go somewhere— get dinner if you're hungry."
Having even these brief flashes of honesty soothes Suletta and takes the bite out of her own nervousness. She smiles to herself, her head lowered. Inwardly, she puzzles over next steps. She could wait for Miorine to come closer, or perhaps catch the hint. The latter is an exercise she'd be waiting a long time for — her own shyness made her overtures vague and subtle, and Miorine was...
So practical.
Case in point: Suletta's head snaps up when Miorine speaks. She blinks at her, more thrown than the question would call for. Eventually,
"Eh?"
She finishes with, "Ah, sure! Yes! Dinner sounds good." It's automatic to follow along with Miorine's suggestions — her usual compulsion to take the path of least resistance in any given dynamic. She frowns down at her hands. Run away, gain one. Move forward...
This was her night to move them forward. She stands up slowly, her shoulders lifting as she breathes in deeply and lets the stress untangle itself from her throat when she breathes out again. Walking to Miorine, she reaches out and gently takes her hands in her own. She's redfaced, her eyes wide and jaw set in comical seriousness. When her gaze lifts to lock eyes with Miorine, some of the exaggeration in her face has given way to something both embarrassed and resolute.
"Um, actually! Actually..."
This was such a trial. "I was thinking about the talk we had. I wanted—"
"Sushi? We can go somewhere nice— there's a place on a nearby Front that has their own farm on site." She's already flipping through her phone distracted and trying to see if she can get them a reservation; it's the weekend after all, she's kind of hungry and she doesn't want Suletta to have to wait anymore than she already has—
And suddenly, Suletta's hands are in her own.
Miorine looks up slowly, impatient in the face of Suletta's stumbling. They were so far past the point of her needing to be afraid of making requests, what could possibly be making her so tongue ti—
"..hah?" It's one of those situations where her mind moves faster than her mouth, by the time she expresses her confusion she's already figured it out. For some reason she's embarrassed. Stupid.
"You couldn't have said that earlier?" She seems annoyed but she puts her phone face down almost immediately. Miorine steps forward.
"Ah-sorry." Sensitive to moods in general but Miorine's especially, Suletta rushes to apologize for her timidness. She isn't refusing however — quite the opposite in fact, if her moving forward was any indicator — and Suletta feels her unease abate. "I'm not used to bringing up things like this... I thought after our talk that—"
Her blush deepens again and she tugs gently at Miorine's hands. "Lead? ... Yes, please."
As she says this, she guides them both steadily backward. Moving during this helps her feel more calm, and so she starts to speak again. "I thought after our talk that we would, um... right away." Sheepishly, she adds, "It's why I wore the dress — I came back here right after class."
This was an unusual thing for Suletta to do. Even on the days where she knew Miorine would be returning for a trip, she usually spent her afternoons with Earth House before making it back to Miorine's room for the evening.
"I'm not an over eager teenage boy. Like hell I'd assume something like that." Miorine continues to move forward, moving Suletta like she's caught in her orbit. When the backs of her knees meet the bed Miorine finally stops.
"I can't read your mind." Miorine tugs off her belt and with just a quick zip her slacks are around her ankles soon enough. It's easier to maneuver in just her shirt especially with their height difference.
"Sit." And the moment she does Miorine is already in her lap, legs dangling from either side of her. Whatever awkwardness had colored her actions in the face of affection are gone now.
All of this feels much easier.
"Tell me what feels good, and tell me the second something feels bad." Her hands slide up Suletta's torso and stop when they can meet to knot behind her neck.
"No being shy. This is about you more than it is me— at least this time."
It's like Miorine to give her a lesson during the act on the intricacies of... all this, relationships and intimacy, all that entailed. For Suletta, unaccustomed to asking or demanding anything, it's nervewracking. Still she tries to keep calm, even though her eyes are so fixed on the act of Miorine undressing that she almost doesn't realize it when they've made it to the bed.
"I know, I know..." It's said in a mumble as she sits down. If it occurs to her to be sullen at being admonished, the thought goes away the second that Miorine climbs into her lap. They are positioned in such a way where she can't move without touching Miorine somehow. A pleasant warmth sweeps through her at the realization — softness, heat and the scent of Miorine's perfume where it lingers on her skin.
"I will." Her own hands at first stay where they are at either side of her body, then she reaches up to take careful hold of Miorine's hips. "I'll try. Will you — you'll do the same, right? You'll tell me what feels good?"
Her face clouds, resolves. She leans forward to kiss Miorine again — on the mouth, this time. It's gentle but intent and purposeful.
Even with the two of them half dressed and fully clothed, Miorine can feel all the touch points of warmth between them.
Miorine answers in the way of taking Suletta's kiss and pushing it forward. She leans into her mouth, kissing her once, twice, and then again and again— each kiss building on the other until it turns into something deeper. Miorine doesn't let Suletta slip away, intent on taking hold of her lips and tongue for as long as her lungs will allow.
Her hands have already shifted again; one stays wrapped around her neck but the other has crawled down to grasp her breast. It's something she's thought about doing for time time, every opportunity before lost to Suletta's cold feet. When Miorine finally pulls away both their mouths are wet.
With her other hand she does the same, working her chest and trying to elicit reactions from her body and mouth.
Miorine stares up at Suletta all the while, expectant.
This is the most eager Miorine's been around her, is the first fuzzy though that occurs to her in the midst of their kisses. Pulling back and begging off is her usual reaction when her nerves get ahead of her, but today she doesn't. Instead she responds eagerly to the kisses even when she begins to feel overwhelmed by the way she can barely breathe through them. By the time Miorine pulls back she's lightheaded and looks a little dazed. Her mouth is wet and kiss-bruised, her eyes wide and hazy with desire.
"Mm-!"
The little noise escapes her when Miorine plays with her breasts — it's an embarrassingly short time before she's squirming into her hands, her nipples straining against the fabric of the dress. Suletta sighs unevenly; her head lolls to the side. Her own hands tighten around Miorine's hips — there's the worry at first that she shouldn't be too forceful, but the thought is quickly overridden by the desire to pull her closer.
"That feels..." she swallows visibly. "That feels nice."
She certainly sounds like she's confirming something she already knows. Miorine kneads just a tad more aggressively, thumbs rubbing at the barely visible points where Suletta's nipples are beginning to poke against the fabric.
"Kiss me again, use your tongue- just like I did that last time before I left for work. Don't overthink it, human-beings have been doing this since the dawn of time. It's hard wired into you."
Miorine tilts her hands forward and pinches Suletta through her dress hoping to elicit a reaction. Shamelessly she opens her mouth for her so as to ease her past any performance anxiety involved with getting Miorine's lips to part for her.
Hearing Miorine call her response "good" in such a confident way makes her toes curl in excitement. It takes little coaxing for her to kiss Miorine as she's asked to — embarrassed by her brazenness but excited too, making little desperate noises into their deepening kiss when her breasts are toyed with and teased. The kiss starts off gentle and shy though soon becomes messier, far less careful and self-conscious — her back arches slightly into the motion of Miorine's hands. Beneath her, her thighs tense. The dress, which had fit perfectly mere moments before, now feels constricting. Too warm, too snug... she slides her hands up Miorine's torso just for the luxury of touching her, but soon enough becomes curious. Would Miorine like it if she did the same thing to her? She certainly liked it — even the beginning of this was better than her clumsy and too-quick explorations of her own body. Her face pressed into Miorine's pillow just to breathe in the lingering traces of her scent as she did, her embarrassed gasping of her name muffled as she trembled around her own fingers.
The memory of this spurs her. She cups Miorine's breasts into her hands and gently squeezes, thumbs her nipples in an approximation of what Miorine had done to her. Then, tentatively, she twists one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She's too nervous to open her eyes, but she listens for any noises, positive or negative.
Suletta is a dutiful student indeed and even though she is green behind the ears at this sort of thing, Miorine finds herself fully satisfied. It was a far cry from all the half-attempts before this: there's confidence and intention, and for once she feels certain that her own attraction is reciprocated.
She shudders against Suletta's mouth and her whole body shivers when she takes hold of Miorine. She's sensitive there, always has been, but Suletta has never been brave enough to find out.
Her hands leave Suletta only so she can unbutton her blouse, then they return but this time to reach around her and cup her backside. Miorine squeezes.
"Do it harder. Don't be afraid of hurting me." It's punctuated with a sigh.
With her face as red as her hair and her expression still fixed in focused seriousness, Suletta nods. It's both stressful and exhilarating to be doing this after going so long being too frightened to progress. She does as she's bid, gathering up soft skin, silk and lace and increasing the steady pressure of her hands — she squeezes and presses Miorine's breasts together. Transfixed by the sight of her pale skin flushing pink, she pinches Miorine's nipples again, gently tugging and pulling as she searches Miorine's face for a positive reaction.
Having her backside grabbed earns a pleased gasp from Suletta; she buries her face in the space between Miorine's breasts. There she trembles while brushing kisses over her flushed skin, but her hands don't stop moving, hating the idea of not touching Miorine even for a second.
"Miorine, the dress, can you-" a hard swallow. Her breathing uneven, shuddering out. It was getting harder to think by the minute. "too warm..."
Miorine's feedback is communicated through soft groans, hitting the husky notes in her voice, encouraging her further by squeezing her back in response. She's been thinking about doing this for so long, almost did once during one of their impromptu, nervous (on Suletta's end) makeout sessions. But before she could inch her hands past the small of Suletta's back she'd pulled away.
Miorine had told her it was fine (and it was) but stared at her as she'd walked away.
This time how jittery Suletta is entices Miorine more instead of forcing her to back off.
Her grip on Suletta relaxes some and she pulls away. Miorine crawls off her lap with little grace not caring what Suletta sees as she does- her pants are already off after all. Instead of helping her however Miorine simply sits on the edge of the bed. She rests her elbows on her thighs, intertwining her fingers as she often does when she's focusing on a difficult task.
"I bought that dress because I wanted to see you in it."
She nods as if to signify Suletta should stand up.
"Well? Go on. Let me take a good look at you in it before I take it off."
It's new for Suletta to be the one reluctant to pull away. Today she is, reaching instinctively for Miorine as she pulls back and away. The sounds she'd been making still ring through her ears, making her feel lightheaded and impatient. She tries to save face by twisting her hands in her lap, but she's out of it. Her breathing is ragged, expression somewhere between surprised and needy.
It takes her a moment to recognize the request. When she does, a thrill runs up her spine even though she's disappointed by the interruption.
She scoots over to the edge of the bed and climbs off, stepping in front of Miorine on legs that feel wobbly. Beneath the dress, her thighs clench when she smooths out the fabric. She feels so sensitive, almost painfully so, her skin charged underneath as if by an invisible current. Her hands fold politely in front of her as she presents herself. It takes her a moment to find her composure, and when she speaks it comes out a little hoarse.
"O-okay. Is this... this is fine?" Shyly, she meets Miorine's eyes.
"You look like you're in front of a firing squad." Her voice is flat, unamused without any ire. Her eyes however hone in on Suletta, it's like nothing else exists within her line of sight.
Miorine takes in the sight of every seam, every curve- the way the color brings out the blue-green of her eyes and turns her into a bright spot against the white interior of the room. Suletta tried with great pains to blend in, so Miorine purposefully chose something that would stand out; something that would put all her best features front and center, not for the whole world, but for Miorine alone.
She stands when it suits her and circles Suletta, taking in the dress from behind while she still had a chance. Then she returns to the zipper and undoes it in one easy movement. Because of how the dress hugs her body Miorine has to tug on it to get it off proper and once she does she takes her seat again.
There's a new view before her and this time she can't manage a poker face.
"Well? Come here already-" But Miorine is already reaching for her hands and tugging her forward.
"Ah-really?" Her brows knit together; she turns this way and that before becoming transfixed by the focused attention of Miorine's gaze. It drinks her in, so much so that when Miorine begins to circle her, she's so focused on following her movement that her shoulders jump at the zipper whispering down her spine. Miorine's hands move over her hips and sides to help her shimmy out of the dress, and only when the red fabric puddles at her feet does she snap herself out of her trance. Suletta considers kneeling to pick it up — it was too nice to be strewn on the floor, it would wrinkle and crease — Miorine's voice brings her back to the present.
"Yes, I-" she starts, but Miorine is already pulling her forward. They are pressed skin to skin, and this time, Suletta is the one to initiate the kiss, deepening it in the way Miorine seemed to like. Her hands reach up to gently cup her face, thumbs running over her cheekbones.
Miorine makes shameless sounds against Suletta's mouth. Her tongue is greedy and reaches for what it can, face tilting as she angles herself in anyway that may allow her to tip deeper into Suletta. Her own hands first scramble to pull off her bra and unbuttoned blouse, and when they are finally properly pressed against each other Miorine all but throws herself against Suletta, a mighty force despite her stature.
For the first time in some time they're allowed the privilege of being nothing but hormone addled teenagers. Gone are any thoughts of duels, scary mothers or looming due dates for presentations and numbers that are green in color. Her hands touch whatever they can of Suletta: her breasts, her stomach, her back and hair. Miorine leaves little scratches in her wake and ducks back into Suletta's mouth only seconds after she has to escape for a gulp of air.
When that finally isn't enough her hand slides between them and lands on a wet spot between Suletta's legs.
"Do you want me to? Or is there something else you'd prefer?" For now she rubs her through her underwear.
The intensity in which Miorine kisses her is enough to steal the breath in her lungs. Suletta makes needy little noises in response, beyond pleased and excited by how overwhelmed she feels for once. It feels like Miorine is swallowing her up, leaving heat and wetness in her wake, and she shudders at the press of bare skin against skin when Miorine undoes her bra. Her nails dig into her back and Suletta moans so loudly she embarrasses herself, her hips jumping beneath Miorine. She touches Miorine too, cupping her breasts and squeezing, running over her torso and hips, careless enough by now to leave slight bruises as she tries to keep up with the kiss and Miorine's pace altogther.
"Ah-!" The touch alone is enough for her hips rock forward to get more of the feeling, her thighs spreading obligingly. It's shameless, but for once she doesn't appear to care. This time she answers right away. "-Yes, um ... please." A hard gulp of air follows this, and eventually she feels brave enough for her eyes to open up a sliver, still torn over whether she should turn away or not. Eventually she remembers something that she'd beeen thinking of, something she'd wanted since she'd sent her pictures.
"Can you... I want - I want you to leave marks." This is admitted in a quiet rush. She squrms impatiently against the sheets, too worked up to be shy about how she might look. "Like you said you liked to do."
In all of their haste she'd nearly forgotten about that. Suletta asking for it directly almost makes her throw them both to the ground with just how eager she is. Miorine takes it as an invitation to slip her hand under the waistband of Suletta's underwear- if touching from the outside had been able to elicit such a moan the thought of what might follow makes every hair on her body stand at attention.
Her other hand climbs into Suletta's hair again, firm without pulling she forces Suletta to angle her neck for better access. Miorine has to sit on her knees to reach her but the hand between her legs never stops.
It starts with soft kisses up the length of her neck. Suletta's skin is warm and dewy with pinpricks of sweat, and each of Miorine's kisses suck at just a bit of that salt and perspiration. She finds a spot to plant her mouth right where Suletta's head and neck meet. It's slow at first as if easing her into the stinging that may follow, it builds and ends with the scraping of teeth. Her hand moves still, enjoying the feeling of getting tangled up in the slickness between Suletta's thighs.
"Don't complain about where I put them later. You asked for it." And before Suletta can utter another word Miorine's mouth is running across every square inch of Suletta's neck, leaving bruises with her lips and marks with her teeth.
"Miorine—" The word ends on a squeak and a sharp intake of breath. She braces herself on one hand, her other moving to tangle and twist in Miorine's hair, both to relish the feeling of it between her fingers and to keep her mouth close. She needn't have bothered — Miorine is relentless, working her way along every spot on her neck. Suletta keeps herself angled obediently, watching Miorine through lidded eyes. The hand between her legs is the greater distraction, pleasure intermingling with the zings of brief, sharp pain at the graze of teeth or the pressure of her mouth. She's wet and warm against her fingers, and it's instinct to rock her hips forward into the teasing, trying her best to set a rhythm.
She's trembling slightly, her breathing escaping her in short, eager pants. Suletta makes little noises of excitement and surprised pain at particularly hard bites, swallowing visibly and tilting her head back to invite more of it. It is just on the verge of too much for her; she can feel a familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach, a growing urgency. She briefly thinks to ask Miorine to slow down, but the words get caught in her throat, and they wouldn't be true even if she did manage to say as much. Instead other words escape her, desperate murmurs like good and more, and right there.
It occurs to her belatedly that she's been warned in advance, and she bites her lip before asking a question. "Ha-how...how many are you leaving?" It's unclear if it's encouragement or concern — likely both.
She is just as wet, if not more from the little groans of encouragement Suletta makes with every kiss and stroke. Usually, in these situations she was selfish, much more focused on her own satisfaction. But Suletta's reactions offer fulfillment she didn't know she was capable of, even more so when she thinks about how she is the first person who has been able to touch her in this way.
"You're going to ask me that now?" Her voice is deeper than usual, quiet but again harmlessly annoyed. Miorine's hand slides out of Suletta's underwear, her fingers shimmer, wet and sticky. Miorine pushes Suletta aside and then onto her back before moving to straddle her; face flushed and lips wet, she gazes at Suletta thoughtfully.
"..twelve."
Miorine wipes away the moisture on her fingers, using her own stomach as a makeshift napkin. She crawls down Suletta like she's little more than a ladder and it breaks up the tension between them just a bit.
She flings either of Suletta's legs over her shoulders turning her head to place a tender kiss on the inside of her thigh. There's some reverence in the gesture before it devolves into Miorine sucking on the skin like it's a sweet fruit.
"Thirteen now." She looks a little smug, and then she looks at Suletta.
Hearing this new, rougher note in Miorine's voice makes Suletta bite her lip again. The nascent thought that passes through her head is that perhaps she enjoyed when Miorine was a little gruff, if it was in situations like this.
She looks off, embarrassed. The loss of physical contact makes her shiver, and she locks eyes with Miorine even though the sight of her like this — red-faced, her mouth kiss bruised and wet — makes her bite the inside of her cheek and shift impatiently beneath her. When she wipes away the slickness gathered on her fingers onto her stomach, Suletta is both scandalized and fixated... this part of herself, the evidence of her excitement and arousal, painted on Miorine's body. Some embarrassment and shame colors her thoughts at the sight of it, and the idea of such a thing exciting her, but she can't discourage the thought either. That image would stay branded in her head long after this day had passed.
She reaches for whatever contact she can get from Miorine until she's too far down to do so, and a surprised inhalation escapes her when her legs are swung over her shoulders. Positioned like this, she has to sit up in a way that's a little uncomfortable for her, and she soon realizes that's the point — it has her almost helpless, left to Miorine's whims.
Her head turns sharply to the side and she bites down on her knuckle to quell the whimper rising in her throat when Miorine leaves her thirteenth hickey, taking the sensitive skin of her inner thigh into her mouth until it bruises. Suletta nods quickly and decisively, too embarrassed to look but eager nonetheless. She's so wet and aroused that it almost hurts.
"Mm...mmhmm." A hard swallow. She knows that Miorine prefers when she's more confident, and so:
"Yes, ah... please." She has to close her eyes in order to say the next thing, her voice whisper-soft. "Please have all of me."
It's just like Suletta to say something no one in real life says and mean it in complete sincerity. In fact, it is only because of the fact that when Suletta says this Miorine feels the muscles in her thigh jump underneath her hand, that she doesn't ask what trendy romance novel Suletta got that from.
Knowing this unspoken fact about Suletta's declaration is less of a mood killer than she would have expected. And somehow, it has the opposite effect: Suletta has trusted her with something that meant something- she'd studied and worried to make up for whatever failings she thought she might have.
Miorine leans down and her hand slides up Suletta's torso and gropes blindly until she finds her fingers- Suletta would self-detonate if someone stared at her too long and too hard, so it always surprises her how firm and strong Suletta's grasp is.
Her skin is so hot Miorine feels like her own might blister from contact alone. She delays some, adjusting and readjusting the angle of her face for just a few seconds; Miorine starts slow, presses the flat side of her tongue against Suletta trying not to tease and also not to overwhelm. She listens first and moves second, letting her mouth move with the sounds and signs she can parse from Suletta's grip and whatever leaves her mouth. It would be all too indulgent to look up and taken in the sights too, but Miorine's focus won't be disturbed.
She starts being more careful as she senses Suletta is almost at her limit. It's not out of any desire to tease, that isn't even a thought in her mind, her singular focus is on making this moment last as long as possible. Her gaze lifts at last- one finger inside of her as she measures Suletta's reactions.
She tries to pay attention, although it's hard — more difficult than anything else so far, when she feels so warm, impatient and eager. There's still self-consciousness there, because it never really went away with her... but it becomes less and less important as the moments past. Instead she finds her thoughts come in flickers of sensation: Miorine's fingers knitting in her own, the feeling of her breathing, the smell of their sweat-dampened skin.
Heat and softness both at Miorine's mouth so close to her, and when her tongue presses against her at last, Suletta sighs shakily, the sound ending on a quiet whine. Her toes curl in the sheets; the muscles of her abdomen tense. And although Miorine doesn't look up at her, she looks down at her, torn between being enraptured and wanting to see her face. Her hand in Miorine's own clenches and relaxes with the movement of her mouth and tongue: Suletta rolls her hips into the feeling in an attempt to get more of it but is left largely at Miorine's careful mercy. The noises she makes at first are slight and small — half-nervous, as if they might be walked in on at any moment. Gradually they increase in volume, come with shy requests or strained whispers of Miorine's name.
By the time Miorine's gaze lifts, Suletta's in a state. Her chest heaves with her labored breathing; her face is flushed. Her pupils have gone dark and very wide, and her glancing away is delayed. Instead of turning her head entirely this time, her eyes instead flicker down. A little gasp escapes her when Miorine enters her, inner muscles tensing around the digit inside of her as if to make it clear that it isn't discomfort that caused the reaction.
The fascination and pride that she feels is boyish at best, kind of perverted at worst. Suletta glimmers from the thin sheen of sweat covering her skin, all lit up, warm and red. It's with an almost primitive instinct that she inserts another two fingers to make up for the frustration she feels- her fingers are so slender.
Desire alone can't give her stamina, however. As her fingers move faster and faster she almost loses her balance, her other hand still gripping Suletta's.
"Woah-!
She catches herself, just barely, slamming against Suletta's hip before she falls on her elbow- she's still inside Suletta when she does.
Silence and slippery fingers are a bad combination. Miorine meets Suletta's gaze and then turns away with angry embarrassment- the shame is inexplicable.
"..Sorry."
Her hand is limp in Suletta's.
"I ruined the mood because I was too tired.. I let you down again, didn't I?"
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Date: 2023-07-22 12:50 am (UTC)She can feel Suletta's gaze boring into her back but she's still struggling to ascertain what exactly it is she wants. Sometimes, Suletta was puzzling but especially so when it came to these sorts of things that had been so simple with other people.
"It was fine." It's like half a thought murmured in between undoing herself just enough so she can be comfortable. She's been done for a moment now but she's belated in answering Suletta.
"Obviously, I missed you too.." She's trying to make good on the promise from their previous conversation. Miorine rubs the back of her neck, as if this one thing has stressed her immensely.
That too passes, and she finally turns around, not quite smiling but finally relaxed. If Suletta has any other intention in what she says Miorine certainly doesn't catch it.
"Well let's make the most of it then. We should go somewhere— get dinner if you're hungry."
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Date: 2023-07-22 02:17 am (UTC)So practical.
Case in point: Suletta's head snaps up when Miorine speaks. She blinks at her, more thrown than the question would call for. Eventually,
"Eh?"
She finishes with, "Ah, sure! Yes! Dinner sounds good." It's automatic to follow along with Miorine's suggestions — her usual compulsion to take the path of least resistance in any given dynamic. She frowns down at her hands. Run away, gain one. Move forward...
This was her night to move them forward. She stands up slowly, her shoulders lifting as she breathes in deeply and lets the stress untangle itself from her throat when she breathes out again. Walking to Miorine, she reaches out and gently takes her hands in her own. She's redfaced, her eyes wide and jaw set in comical seriousness. When her gaze lifts to lock eyes with Miorine, some of the exaggeration in her face has given way to something both embarrassed and resolute.
"Um, actually! Actually..."
This was such a trial. "I was thinking about the talk we had. I wanted—"
Her cheeks darken. "I wanted to be with you."
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Date: 2023-07-22 05:37 pm (UTC)And suddenly, Suletta's hands are in her own.
Miorine looks up slowly, impatient in the face of Suletta's stumbling. They were so far past the point of her needing to be afraid of making requests, what could possibly be making her so tongue ti—
"..hah?" It's one of those situations where her mind moves faster than her mouth, by the time she expresses her confusion she's already figured it out. For some reason she's embarrassed. Stupid.
"You couldn't have said that earlier?" She seems annoyed but she puts her phone face down almost immediately. Miorine steps forward.
"Do you want me to lead?"
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Date: 2023-07-22 06:58 pm (UTC)Her blush deepens again and she tugs gently at Miorine's hands. "Lead? ... Yes, please."
As she says this, she guides them both steadily backward. Moving during this helps her feel more calm, and so she starts to speak again. "I thought after our talk that we would, um... right away." Sheepishly, she adds, "It's why I wore the dress — I came back here right after class."
This was an unusual thing for Suletta to do. Even on the days where she knew Miorine would be returning for a trip, she usually spent her afternoons with Earth House before making it back to Miorine's room for the evening.
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Date: 2023-07-22 07:13 pm (UTC)"I can't read your mind." Miorine tugs off her belt and with just a quick zip her slacks are around her ankles soon enough. It's easier to maneuver in just her shirt especially with their height difference.
"Sit." And the moment she does Miorine is already in her lap, legs dangling from either side of her. Whatever awkwardness had colored her actions in the face of affection are gone now.
All of this feels much easier.
"Tell me what feels good, and tell me the second something feels bad." Her hands slide up Suletta's torso and stop when they can meet to knot behind her neck.
"No being shy. This is about you more than it is me— at least this time."
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Date: 2023-07-22 07:39 pm (UTC)"I know, I know..." It's said in a mumble as she sits down. If it occurs to her to be sullen at being admonished, the thought goes away the second that Miorine climbs into her lap. They are positioned in such a way where she can't move without touching Miorine somehow. A pleasant warmth sweeps through her at the realization — softness, heat and the scent of Miorine's perfume where it lingers on her skin.
"I will." Her own hands at first stay where they are at either side of her body, then she reaches up to take careful hold of Miorine's hips. "I'll try. Will you — you'll do the same, right? You'll tell me what feels good?"
Her face clouds, resolves. She leans forward to kiss Miorine again — on the mouth, this time. It's gentle but intent and purposeful.
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Date: 2023-07-22 08:47 pm (UTC)Miorine answers in the way of taking Suletta's kiss and pushing it forward. She leans into her mouth, kissing her once, twice, and then again and again— each kiss building on the other until it turns into something deeper. Miorine doesn't let Suletta slip away, intent on taking hold of her lips and tongue for as long as her lungs will allow.
Her hands have already shifted again; one stays wrapped around her neck but the other has crawled down to grasp her breast. It's something she's thought about doing for time time, every opportunity before lost to Suletta's cold feet. When Miorine finally pulls away both their mouths are wet.
With her other hand she does the same, working her chest and trying to elicit reactions from her body and mouth.
Miorine stares up at Suletta all the while, expectant.
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Date: 2023-07-22 09:32 pm (UTC)"Mm-!"
The little noise escapes her when Miorine plays with her breasts — it's an embarrassingly short time before she's squirming into her hands, her nipples straining against the fabric of the dress. Suletta sighs unevenly; her head lolls to the side. Her own hands tighten around Miorine's hips — there's the worry at first that she shouldn't be too forceful, but the thought is quickly overridden by the desire to pull her closer.
"That feels..." she swallows visibly. "That feels nice."
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Date: 2023-07-23 01:22 pm (UTC)She certainly sounds like she's confirming something she already knows. Miorine kneads just a tad more aggressively, thumbs rubbing at the barely visible points where Suletta's nipples are beginning to poke against the fabric.
"Kiss me again, use your tongue- just like I did that last time before I left for work. Don't overthink it, human-beings have been doing this since the dawn of time. It's hard wired into you."
Miorine tilts her hands forward and pinches Suletta through her dress hoping to elicit a reaction. Shamelessly she opens her mouth for her so as to ease her past any performance anxiety involved with getting Miorine's lips to part for her.
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Date: 2023-07-23 05:48 pm (UTC)The memory of this spurs her. She cups Miorine's breasts into her hands and gently squeezes, thumbs her nipples in an approximation of what Miorine had done to her. Then, tentatively, she twists one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She's too nervous to open her eyes, but she listens for any noises, positive or negative.
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Date: 2023-07-23 09:19 pm (UTC)She shudders against Suletta's mouth and her whole body shivers when she takes hold of Miorine. She's sensitive there, always has been, but Suletta has never been brave enough to find out.
Her hands leave Suletta only so she can unbutton her blouse, then they return but this time to reach around her and cup her backside. Miorine squeezes.
"Do it harder. Don't be afraid of hurting me." It's punctuated with a sigh.
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Date: 2023-07-23 10:35 pm (UTC)Having her backside grabbed earns a pleased gasp from Suletta; she buries her face in the space between Miorine's breasts. There she trembles while brushing kisses over her flushed skin, but her hands don't stop moving, hating the idea of not touching Miorine even for a second.
"Miorine, the dress, can you-" a hard swallow. Her breathing uneven, shuddering out. It was getting harder to think by the minute. "too warm..."
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Date: 2023-07-24 09:01 pm (UTC)Miorine had told her it was fine (and it was) but stared at her as she'd walked away.
This time how jittery Suletta is entices Miorine more instead of forcing her to back off.
Her grip on Suletta relaxes some and she pulls away. Miorine crawls off her lap with little grace not caring what Suletta sees as she does- her pants are already off after all. Instead of helping her however Miorine simply sits on the edge of the bed. She rests her elbows on her thighs, intertwining her fingers as she often does when she's focusing on a difficult task.
"I bought that dress because I wanted to see you in it."
She nods as if to signify Suletta should stand up.
"Well? Go on. Let me take a good look at you in it before I take it off."
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Date: 2023-07-24 09:27 pm (UTC)It takes her a moment to recognize the request. When she does, a thrill runs up her spine even though she's disappointed by the interruption.
She scoots over to the edge of the bed and climbs off, stepping in front of Miorine on legs that feel wobbly. Beneath the dress, her thighs clench when she smooths out the fabric. She feels so sensitive, almost painfully so, her skin charged underneath as if by an invisible current. Her hands fold politely in front of her as she presents herself. It takes her a moment to find her composure, and when she speaks it comes out a little hoarse.
"O-okay. Is this... this is fine?" Shyly, she meets Miorine's eyes.
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Date: 2023-07-24 10:02 pm (UTC)Miorine takes in the sight of every seam, every curve- the way the color brings out the blue-green of her eyes and turns her into a bright spot against the white interior of the room. Suletta tried with great pains to blend in, so Miorine purposefully chose something that would stand out; something that would put all her best features front and center, not for the whole world, but for Miorine alone.
She stands when it suits her and circles Suletta, taking in the dress from behind while she still had a chance. Then she returns to the zipper and undoes it in one easy movement. Because of how the dress hugs her body Miorine has to tug on it to get it off proper and once she does she takes her seat again.
There's a new view before her and this time she can't manage a poker face.
"Well? Come here already-" But Miorine is already reaching for her hands and tugging her forward.
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Date: 2023-07-24 10:16 pm (UTC)"Yes, I-" she starts, but Miorine is already pulling her forward. They are pressed skin to skin, and this time, Suletta is the one to initiate the kiss, deepening it in the way Miorine seemed to like. Her hands reach up to gently cup her face, thumbs running over her cheekbones.
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Date: 2023-07-24 10:34 pm (UTC)For the first time in some time they're allowed the privilege of being nothing but hormone addled teenagers. Gone are any thoughts of duels, scary mothers or looming due dates for presentations and numbers that are green in color. Her hands touch whatever they can of Suletta: her breasts, her stomach, her back and hair. Miorine leaves little scratches in her wake and ducks back into Suletta's mouth only seconds after she has to escape for a gulp of air.
When that finally isn't enough her hand slides between them and lands on a wet spot between Suletta's legs.
"Do you want me to? Or is there something else you'd prefer?" For now she rubs her through her underwear.
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Date: 2023-07-24 10:57 pm (UTC)"Ah-!" The touch alone is enough for her hips rock forward to get more of the feeling, her thighs spreading obligingly. It's shameless, but for once she doesn't appear to care. This time she answers right away. "-Yes, um ... please." A hard gulp of air follows this, and eventually she feels brave enough for her eyes to open up a sliver, still torn over whether she should turn away or not. Eventually she remembers something that she'd beeen thinking of, something she'd wanted since she'd sent her pictures.
"Can you... I want - I want you to leave marks." This is admitted in a quiet rush. She squrms impatiently against the sheets, too worked up to be shy about how she might look. "Like you said you liked to do."
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Date: 2023-07-25 03:39 pm (UTC)Her other hand climbs into Suletta's hair again, firm without pulling she forces Suletta to angle her neck for better access. Miorine has to sit on her knees to reach her but the hand between her legs never stops.
It starts with soft kisses up the length of her neck. Suletta's skin is warm and dewy with pinpricks of sweat, and each of Miorine's kisses suck at just a bit of that salt and perspiration. She finds a spot to plant her mouth right where Suletta's head and neck meet. It's slow at first as if easing her into the stinging that may follow, it builds and ends with the scraping of teeth. Her hand moves still, enjoying the feeling of getting tangled up in the slickness between Suletta's thighs.
"Don't complain about where I put them later. You asked for it." And before Suletta can utter another word Miorine's mouth is running across every square inch of Suletta's neck, leaving bruises with her lips and marks with her teeth.
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Date: 2023-07-25 09:30 pm (UTC)She's trembling slightly, her breathing escaping her in short, eager pants. Suletta makes little noises of excitement and surprised pain at particularly hard bites, swallowing visibly and tilting her head back to invite more of it. It is just on the verge of too much for her; she can feel a familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach, a growing urgency. She briefly thinks to ask Miorine to slow down, but the words get caught in her throat, and they wouldn't be true even if she did manage to say as much. Instead other words escape her, desperate murmurs like good and more, and right there.
It occurs to her belatedly that she's been warned in advance, and she bites her lip before asking a question. "Ha-how...how many are you leaving?" It's unclear if it's encouragement or concern — likely both.
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Date: 2023-07-25 10:58 pm (UTC)"You're going to ask me that now?" Her voice is deeper than usual, quiet but again harmlessly annoyed. Miorine's hand slides out of Suletta's underwear, her fingers shimmer, wet and sticky. Miorine pushes Suletta aside and then onto her back before moving to straddle her; face flushed and lips wet, she gazes at Suletta thoughtfully.
"..twelve."
Miorine wipes away the moisture on her fingers, using her own stomach as a makeshift napkin. She crawls down Suletta like she's little more than a ladder and it breaks up the tension between them just a bit.
She flings either of Suletta's legs over her shoulders turning her head to place a tender kiss on the inside of her thigh. There's some reverence in the gesture before it devolves into Miorine sucking on the skin like it's a sweet fruit.
"Thirteen now." She looks a little smug, and then she looks at Suletta.
"Are you okay? Now and with the rest of it.
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Date: 2023-08-02 05:32 pm (UTC)She looks off, embarrassed. The loss of physical contact makes her shiver, and she locks eyes with Miorine even though the sight of her like this — red-faced, her mouth kiss bruised and wet — makes her bite the inside of her cheek and shift impatiently beneath her. When she wipes away the slickness gathered on her fingers onto her stomach, Suletta is both scandalized and fixated... this part of herself, the evidence of her excitement and arousal, painted on Miorine's body. Some embarrassment and shame colors her thoughts at the sight of it, and the idea of such a thing exciting her, but she can't discourage the thought either. That image would stay branded in her head long after this day had passed.
She reaches for whatever contact she can get from Miorine until she's too far down to do so, and a surprised inhalation escapes her when her legs are swung over her shoulders. Positioned like this, she has to sit up in a way that's a little uncomfortable for her, and she soon realizes that's the point — it has her almost helpless, left to Miorine's whims.
Her head turns sharply to the side and she bites down on her knuckle to quell the whimper rising in her throat when Miorine leaves her thirteenth hickey, taking the sensitive skin of her inner thigh into her mouth until it bruises. Suletta nods quickly and decisively, too embarrassed to look but eager nonetheless. She's so wet and aroused that it almost hurts.
"Mm...mmhmm." A hard swallow. She knows that Miorine prefers when she's more confident, and so:
"Yes, ah... please." She has to close her eyes in order to say the next thing, her voice whisper-soft. "Please have all of me."
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Date: 2023-08-27 04:42 am (UTC)Knowing this unspoken fact about Suletta's declaration is less of a mood killer than she would have expected. And somehow, it has the opposite effect: Suletta has trusted her with something that meant something- she'd studied and worried to make up for whatever failings she thought she might have.
Miorine leans down and her hand slides up Suletta's torso and gropes blindly until she finds her fingers- Suletta would self-detonate if someone stared at her too long and too hard, so it always surprises her how firm and strong Suletta's grasp is.
Her skin is so hot Miorine feels like her own might blister from contact alone. She delays some, adjusting and readjusting the angle of her face for just a few seconds; Miorine starts slow, presses the flat side of her tongue against Suletta trying not to tease and also not to overwhelm. She listens first and moves second, letting her mouth move with the sounds and signs she can parse from Suletta's grip and whatever leaves her mouth. It would be all too indulgent to look up and taken in the sights too, but Miorine's focus won't be disturbed.
She starts being more careful as she senses Suletta is almost at her limit. It's not out of any desire to tease, that isn't even a thought in her mind, her singular focus is on making this moment last as long as possible. Her gaze lifts at last- one finger inside of her as she measures Suletta's reactions.
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Date: 2023-08-30 03:05 am (UTC)Heat and softness both at Miorine's mouth so close to her, and when her tongue presses against her at last, Suletta sighs shakily, the sound ending on a quiet whine. Her toes curl in the sheets; the muscles of her abdomen tense. And although Miorine doesn't look up at her, she looks down at her, torn between being enraptured and wanting to see her face. Her hand in Miorine's own clenches and relaxes with the movement of her mouth and tongue: Suletta rolls her hips into the feeling in an attempt to get more of it but is left largely at Miorine's careful mercy. The noises she makes at first are slight and small — half-nervous, as if they might be walked in on at any moment. Gradually they increase in volume, come with shy requests or strained whispers of Miorine's name.
By the time Miorine's gaze lifts, Suletta's in a state. Her chest heaves with her labored breathing; her face is flushed. Her pupils have gone dark and very wide, and her glancing away is delayed. Instead of turning her head entirely this time, her eyes instead flicker down. A little gasp escapes her when Miorine enters her, inner muscles tensing around the digit inside of her as if to make it clear that it isn't discomfort that caused the reaction.
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Date: 2023-12-29 01:44 am (UTC)Desire alone can't give her stamina, however. As her fingers move faster and faster she almost loses her balance, her other hand still gripping Suletta's.
"Woah-!
She catches herself, just barely, slamming against Suletta's hip before she falls on her elbow- she's still inside Suletta when she does.
Silence and slippery fingers are a bad combination. Miorine meets Suletta's gaze and then turns away with angry embarrassment- the shame is inexplicable.
"..Sorry."
Her hand is limp in Suletta's.
"I ruined the mood because I was too tired.. I let you down again, didn't I?"
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