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[holy shit towa that's STRAIGHT. so very STRAIGHT.

like a PRETZEL.

anyway 80H is blushing a lot perhaps more than the kiss even actually? wow]

Ahh...I am telling the truth, but you should not trust so easily.

[Sometimes when you’ve been alone for so long, this is all it takes.

And she was told not to give up. Is this flirting? She doesn’t know but— she likes making 80H blush. It’s cute and... it feels nice.

Towa leans in so she can whisper, just between the two of them—]

Well you are my type...

[Remember? Masochist.]

I can’t help it if I want what I can’t have.

[Because 80H could have much better than her. Way better.]

E-eh? I am not a good type to have.

[please like love yourself.

but whispering is a weakness of hers and she shudders before she can suppress it, can think to do so]

I mean, you could have me if you wanted, but...

[she could do so much better than her. Obviously.]

Wha—

[She truly hadn’t expected the other woman to even take her seriously. This is her after all. Yet... she did.

There is something quite delightful about seeing that involuntary shudder. It said that at least a part of the other woman really liked the idea. One more really cute weakness to remember.

80H says she can. She wants to...

If 80H is okay with her, then—]

I think you’re perfectly wonderful. And if someone like me is good enough...

[Let her have this. She lowers her voice again, with a hint of desire that she hadn’t allowed herself to convey before.]

I want you.

Ah...

[oh dear, she wants her too, that is the least of the issues here, however. that much was never in question, but--]

Are you certain? [her voice is low and breathy]

Make no mistake, you could do so much better than me and I would hate to...

[That voice sends a pleasant shiver down her spine.]

No one else has ever told me that they want me before. If they want me— they can come get me themselves.

[She won’t lie and say that she’s not weak. It’s not wise, perhaps, but for her being wanted is enough. Not just enough... she craves it.]

I’m certain. I want this. More than anything.

Very well. Lead the way.

Understood.

[Did you want her to hold your hand the whole way to her bedroom in Thyme's carriage?

...no?

Too bad.

It lacks many personal items. You'd hardly know that Towa in particular lived here-- aside from the orbal gun and a rather large collection of handwritten notebooks (and a small stepladder to reach the higher shelves). She does, however, keep it very neat and tidy.]

[holy shit 80H is murdered the whole way. she starts to say that holding hands isn't necessary only to fumble and stop short.]

[At least at the time they arrive, she releases her hand to close the door. Her heart is beating like crazy in her chest-- it doesn't feel like this could be possibly happening.

Maybe she should have pinched herself earlier.

Instead, she turns her back to the door and lifts herself on her toes to kiss 80H properly on the lips, allowing her body to lean into hers. For all of the things that 80H says, she is soft and warm, just as Towa imagined she would be.]

[It almost does not seem right to be doing this, a thought she comes to as she wonders if the other woman's ever done this before. She would rather her be with someone else, someone better, especially since 80H does not intend to be fair about this, if she can help it.

No. Not at all.

Even knowing what it is they're about to do, the kiss takes her by surprise, though it only lasts a moment before she's gently, but eagerly returning it, leaning down to meet her the rest of the way. Her lips work against them, softly, thoroughly, a hand loosely wrapping itself around Towa's waist, the other brushing her cheek back with her thumb. It is slow, but intense; she has every intention of devouring her, but will be polite enough to ask. Maybe.]

[Perhaps, in some capacity, Towa knows this isn't one of the more rational decisions she's made. It's driven by feelings-- loneliness, longing, and no small amount of attraction.

She's easily swept away by the hand on her waist and the hand on her face. The kiss is soft and yet quickly heated, with a quiet intensity. It feels fitting of someone as reserved and lovely as 80H. For having asked her, she still manages to be surprised that someone is here, touching her this way.

If it all feels this good, she wants to be devoured.]

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[80H slips her tongue inside Towa's mouth, painting its hot, slick contours before she finds the other woman's and slides hers across it, touching, tasting.

She never hesitates, she wants to be here, she wants her.

She would not liken her issues to Towa's, even if they are the same, just headed in different trajectories--that would require self-awareness. But even so, a part of her knows on some level that it a kiss is not like to be enough to demonstrate the depth of her desire.

So, she will simply have to kiss her more. Much more.

And also...

Her hand travels from her face down the clothed side of her body, running along the subtle curves that grow more overt by the time she comes to her hips. It slips into the bottom half of her clothes to rub the outside of her panties.]

[Towa doesn't hesitate to open herself up to the kiss, giving herself to the intense sensations and even making her own moves. 80H has a taste that's intoxicating and overwhelming.

In choosing her, it is more than choosing someone she desires. She felt here that she was with someone who would not judge her for letting herself go.

She doesn't like her weakness. But it is part of her.

Behind closed doors, at least, she can put aside her struggles and be human.

Towa shudders and presses her body against the hand that feels so good between her legs. Gasping, their tongues playfully mingle as Towa lets her hands travel the sensual curves of the beautiful woman in front of her.]

[80H does not harbour what she believes are delusions of fondness on Towa's part--she is simply convenient, that is all.

But she does not mind it, it's easier, in fact. She can show Towa a half-decent time, at the very least, and let that be all.

Her fingers do not breach that fabric barrier quite yet, and instead rub her outside it, trying to learn the shape of her through it. She sighs with somewhat guilty pleasure as Towa's own hands run over her body. She does not want to seem like she is overly eager to enjoy her inherently, overly sensuous self, especially when Towa is more of her ideal.

She sucks lasciviously at her bottom lip before breaking the kiss, pecking her lips sweetly as she begins to work on stripping Towa's top off.]

[This is the first time Towa has allowed herself to selfishly enjoy doing something of this nature— she was well aware she could... didn’t judge those who did. But she didn’t think she’d enjoy it if it wasn’t someone she didn’t care about in some fashion.

Right now, a would-be friend is enough.

She tries to be quiet but it’s a losing battle. Towa isn’t a quiet lover. Her body is honest— High pitched whines and soft moans, twitching hips and damp panties. Pleasure keeps the insecurity at bay, even when she’s reduced to standing there in her bra. It feels good enough that she doesn’t have to think about being seen.]

[She heavily suspects Towa is a virgin part of her that means to be kind considers guiding her to the bed before proceeding further, to give her the reprieve she needs to enjoy herself.

She does not want to be kind. Not yet.

She wants Towa to quake and cling to her, hips rolling and bucking with nowhere else to go but 80H. Yes, that sounds so much better. Her fingers, feeling that wetness finally slip past her pantie and glide against her wet warmth with no hesitation whatsoever as she leans down to speak in low tones by her ear.]

My...you are getting very wet, here.

[This manages to be the greater turn on— having nothing to cling to but 80H and doing so desperately as she gets her first real taste of intimacy. Towa cries out, flushed and flustered, yet aching for more as she arches into the other woman’s hand.]

N-no faaair—

[It doesn’t really sound like a complaint. To the contrary, it sounds like she’s begging for more. And she is. If she’s going to do this then she’s going to have all of it; without regret, let loose and enjoy every selfish minute of it.]

Of course I would when you...

[Towa doesn’t have the words in her to describe what she’s feeling. Or how 80H talking that way to her is just turning her on more.]

All's fair, as they say.

[80H knows what she's doing, but Towa's body is new and unfamiliar, it will take some time to learn it, what makes her tick, what makes her moan and sigh.

Her fingers circle her entrance over and over and over again before they finally dip inside--but just a little--and she is quick to withdraw them, all to begin the process anew. At the same time, however, her thumb rubs slow circles around her clit.]

Yes but that's--

[Love and war, neither of which Towa would say this constitutes as.

Not that she's in the greatest position to argue as 80H feels her out; learning the ways of her body. Towa responds well to the teasing, but even more to the direct stimulation from her thumb.

It can't be helped, perhaps, in her inexperience that she's eager to feel, thriving in the moment.]

Good... i-it's really good...

Only "good"?

[80H raises a perfect brow, dissatisfied with the answer, but not out of ego. It's all part of a game.

Goodness, Katsuki was right about her, but it isn't as though she doesn't know this about herself by now, but it is simply so fun to tease.

Her fingers slow, as though she needs to rein her actions in to properly contemplate this conundrum!]

Now, now, that simply will not do. How can we fix this...[She leans down to whisper once more.]...Miss Herschel?

Th-that’s not—!

[It feels certain that she’s being teased and toyed with, almost worth the miscalculation of not considering her words better.

But it feels truly like her loss when 80H slows her fingers, Towa whimpering softly for the loss of movement.

She did not expect the thrill of being called Miss Herschel in a scenario like this, but the tingle of excitement is there, leaving her trembling with excitement, down to the way her voice pleads for forgiveness.]

Please... ahh— the mistake was mine. Please don’t stop—

My, so humble.

[She traces the shell of Towa's ear with her tongue before tugging it gently between her teeth, letting the skin slip between them and kissing the skin when it does.

At the same time, her fingers resume their pace. Their agonising, teasing pace. They keep her on the edge of possibility, never fulfilling, keeping her from realising just what lay beyond as they circle and dip inside. Her thumb still moves in sweet circles around her clit, but it was simply cruelty of another kind, giving her a better taste, but not enough to satisfy.]

You are so lovely like this. [She traces Towa's lips with her free hand, feels her hot breath against her digits.] Such a beautiful woman...

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[The more she teases, with teeth and fingers and tongue, the more Towa comes unraveled. Her own fingers curl into 80H’s clothing, clinging to her; fingers clenching between soft, desperate gasps. But it is the teeth sliding from her ear as 80H teases her that elicits the greatest reaction.

When she moans, it is not softly— it is a sound that fills the room, without restraint. Her face is bright pink, but her will to hold back has snapped. For all that she seems soft there is also a part of her that yearns for that intensity. It doesn’t matter to her whether she’s treated with great care or with a rough, wild abandon.

80H’s words shake her to her core. They are words she disagrees with on principle— yet she is forced to feel the reality as her partner sees it and she feels beautiful.]

Even I can’t help but feel that way... when I’ve caught the attention of someone as gorgeous as you Miss 80H...

[It's difficult not to shush her, not to be thrown off her rhythm when she calls her "gorgeous". It simply is not true, and knowing that should have been enough to stop her from pursuing this...Towa should have someone truly beautiful, but she'll have to settle for what she has in the moment. The least 80H can do is please her.

She cannot help thinking it.

She steals a kiss from her, soft, sweet, borderline innocent, which makes for a cruel juxtaposition against the fingers that give, but never enough.]

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comes back here now that hearts are done, mostly

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