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auroraexpress2020-01-28 09:49 pm
awakenerd) wrote in auroraexpress2020-01-28 09:49 pm
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Who: anyone
When: day 57, afternoon
Where: anywhere it's a mingle
[This is a mingle but there is a comment in a Chain Chat to the whole train!]
Rean: A while ago some of us were discussing a festival where every team puts on a production, game, booth, whatever, maybe based around team bonds or interests.
What do people think? Maybe it's a good time to to talk about it again?
[Feel free to discuss with each other! Or just mingle as usual.]
When: day 57, afternoon
Where: anywhere it's a mingle
[This is a mingle but there is a comment in a Chain Chat to the whole train!]
Rean: A while ago some of us were discussing a festival where every team puts on a production, game, booth, whatever, maybe based around team bonds or interests.
What do people think? Maybe it's a good time to to talk about it again?
[Feel free to discuss with each other! Or just mingle as usual.]
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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.]
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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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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.]
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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.]
comes back here now that hearts are done, mostly
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.]
kyaaa
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.]
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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.
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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.]
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[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.]
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[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...
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[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?
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[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—
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[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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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...
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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.]