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?"
Out of everything, what makes her most excited is when she can feel Miorine's gaze on her even when her eyes are closed. It makes her shy to be seen like this, but also... also. It was almost like the rush she got when winning a duel, but it felt so much more intense. Being desired in this way — she's never experienced it before.
Her self-consciousness is pushed to the side, overridden by the heat building in her body and Miorine's clear and open want for her. She shudders all over when she's filled further, inner muscles squeezing around Miorine's fingers, a whine issuing low in her throat. Her head turns to the side and she bites down on one of her knuckles, acclimating around the mingled discomfort and pleasure of the eager thrusts and the increased pace. Her legs spread obligingly; her hips roll forward helplessly and right as the pressure building in her becomes almost unbearable—
"Oomph- ah-?"
She's jolted out of it, grunting in mild discomfort as Miorine falls against her hip. A few long moments pass with her silent save her ragged breathing. She blinks away the tears that have settled on her eyelashes, her dazed and surprised expression giving way to understanding as Miorine turns from her. After a second, she sits up, supporting herself on her elbows and swallowing visibly at the feeling of Miorine still inside of her. Suletta gives the hand still clasped in her own a gentle squeeze.
"O-oh... it's okay, it's okay." She places her hand on Miorine's cheek, gently guiding her to meet her gaze again. "You haven't let me down — I don't mind, really." She smiles then: guileless and warm. "You've been working so hard... will you come closer again? Please?"
Miorine's body can't deny Suletta's request even though her brain wants so badly to avoid her face and slink out of the room.
Perfectionism and shame went hand in hand for Miorine, ruled so many parts of her life - and it was much the same for Suletta. It's why, for all their differences they seem to slot together so well. And it's why Miorine does eventually meet her eyes.
She's glad she did - she always forgets how nice things like this feel until Suletta initiates them. Miorine leans into Suletta with momentum; someone less sturdy would fall over from the force. When her head finds a comfy spot on her chest she all but crumbles.
"I hate wearing heels all day.. I hate all of those stupid old men with their ugly red faces. And THEN they treat me like a joke to my face! Stupid old perverts- ugh!" Miorine has devolved into her most honest state: angry, whiny, childish. She's muttering into Suletta's chest like she's her pillow, comforted by her warm skin and steady heartbeat. There's a few more seconds of this and then she looks up. Still burrowed in Suletta's chest her mouth isn't visible, turning her into just an angry pair of eyes glimmering with the tiniest drops of tears.
"And then I saw those pictures Chuchu posted. You went to the cafe without me.." New restaurants were rare occurrences on campus. Miorine wanted to go with Suletta, but between her schedule and bashfulness she just hadn't gotten around to asking.
Often Miorine doesn't need her input when she goes on a tear like this, just her support, and Suletta offers this in indulgent excess. She handles the sudden weight of Miorine's body without falling backward, cradling her in her embrace. She listens, murmuring soothing things into her hair and rubbing slow circles along her back.
After some time of this, Miorine looks up at her in a way that makes Suletta's mouth almost twitch up into a smile, until she realizes what has her upset. Immediately, she's flustered.
"-Eh? Um..." Suletta tries to remember: had Miorine mentioned wanting to go? She's sure she would have made some sort of note of it... "I-I didn't know you wanted to go. You're always so busy, bu... but we can go another time, okay?"
Her quiet confidence seems to have temporarily fled her in the wake of possibly forgetting something as momentous as Miorine wanting to go... well, anywhere. She was often introverted and reticent when she was not working or in her garden. "Don't be upset — it's alright. Ah... you're back home now. We can do whatever you want, really!"
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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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Date: 2023-12-31 06:09 pm (UTC)Out of everything, what makes her most excited is when she can feel Miorine's gaze on her even when her eyes are closed. It makes her shy to be seen like this, but also... also. It was almost like the rush she got when winning a duel, but it felt so much more intense. Being desired in this way — she's never experienced it before.
Her self-consciousness is pushed to the side, overridden by the heat building in her body and Miorine's clear and open want for her. She shudders all over when she's filled further, inner muscles squeezing around Miorine's fingers, a whine issuing low in her throat. Her head turns to the side and she bites down on one of her knuckles, acclimating around the mingled discomfort and pleasure of the eager thrusts and the increased pace. Her legs spread obligingly; her hips roll forward helplessly and right as the pressure building in her becomes almost unbearable—
"Oomph- ah-?"
She's jolted out of it, grunting in mild discomfort as Miorine falls against her hip. A few long moments pass with her silent save her ragged breathing. She blinks away the tears that have settled on her eyelashes, her dazed and surprised expression giving way to understanding as Miorine turns from her. After a second, she sits up, supporting herself on her elbows and swallowing visibly at the feeling of Miorine still inside of her. Suletta gives the hand still clasped in her own a gentle squeeze.
"O-oh... it's okay, it's okay." She places her hand on Miorine's cheek, gently guiding her to meet her gaze again. "You haven't let me down — I don't mind, really." She smiles then: guileless and warm. "You've been working so hard... will you come closer again? Please?"
She holds out her arms in invitation.
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Date: 2024-01-03 03:24 am (UTC)Perfectionism and shame went hand in hand for Miorine, ruled so many parts of her life - and it was much the same for Suletta. It's why, for all their differences they seem to slot together so well. And it's why Miorine does eventually meet her eyes.
She's glad she did - she always forgets how nice things like this feel until Suletta initiates them. Miorine leans into Suletta with momentum; someone less sturdy would fall over from the force. When her head finds a comfy spot on her chest she all but crumbles.
"I hate wearing heels all day.. I hate all of those stupid old men with their ugly red faces. And THEN they treat me like a joke to my face! Stupid old perverts- ugh!" Miorine has devolved into her most honest state: angry, whiny, childish. She's muttering into Suletta's chest like she's her pillow, comforted by her warm skin and steady heartbeat. There's a few more seconds of this and then she looks up. Still burrowed in Suletta's chest her mouth isn't visible, turning her into just an angry pair of eyes glimmering with the tiniest drops of tears.
"And then I saw those pictures Chuchu posted. You went to the cafe without me.." New restaurants were rare occurrences on campus. Miorine wanted to go with Suletta, but between her schedule and bashfulness she just hadn't gotten around to asking.
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:27 am (UTC)After some time of this, Miorine looks up at her in a way that makes Suletta's mouth almost twitch up into a smile, until she realizes what has her upset. Immediately, she's flustered.
"-Eh? Um..." Suletta tries to remember: had Miorine mentioned wanting to go? She's sure she would have made some sort of note of it... "I-I didn't know you wanted to go. You're always so busy, bu... but we can go another time, okay?"
Her quiet confidence seems to have temporarily fled her in the wake of possibly forgetting something as momentous as Miorine wanting to go... well, anywhere. She was often introverted and reticent when she was not working or in her garden. "Don't be upset — it's alright. Ah... you're back home now. We can do whatever you want, really!"