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: 2023-08-30 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!"