...Ah. She was having so much fun teasing her poor Dia, but, a reaction like this...it never fails to get her heart racing. She had just been so set on toying with her, on making her work for this, but in actuality, she's far more of a bleeding heart than that. A little too much of a bleeding heart, because Dia's flustered face and stern admission that slowly tapers off into hesitance...
It's just so Dia. And as much as Dia can't say no to Mari, it's very, very difficult for Mari not to spoil Dia rotten, especially not when, all of a sudden, she's giving her this face and so discombobulated that she can't even look at Mari.
Oh, she loves this, she loves her, Mari can't help but inch closer still and caress Dia's (her Dia's, this beautiful, radiant, precious fragolina is all hers) cute little pink cheeks--
"If what you want is a kiss from me, Dia, I'll give you a million of them. And you know me, my love, I'll start counting."
She knows it's caving. She'll take the loss here, too. It's hardly a loss, anyway; when she gets in close like this and finally, finally lays her lips on Dia's after what felt like centuries of a drought, there's no such thing as losing, in her eyes.
"Did you want them like this..."
Her first kiss to her is just a peck on the lips; it's a kiss, certainly, and it's not quite done in a hurry, but, there's no way Dia will be satisfied after just that, and she knows it...
"...Or, like this?"
She gets a little bit more into the second one; her hand reaches to cradle the back of Dia's head and grab at her hair again, but rather than rough, she's trying to be as ginger as she can. Even when she slips Dia a bit of tongue, it isn't as though she tries to force her way into her mouth; it's a slow, amorous kiss, one where every motion and slight angle change is deliberate and intentional, so there's no fear that their teeth will clash into each other or they'll be too stiff.
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It's just so Dia. And as much as Dia can't say no to Mari, it's very, very difficult for Mari not to spoil Dia rotten, especially not when, all of a sudden, she's giving her this face and so discombobulated that she can't even look at Mari.
Oh, she loves this, she loves her, Mari can't help but inch closer still and caress Dia's (her Dia's, this beautiful, radiant, precious fragolina is all hers) cute little pink cheeks--
"If what you want is a kiss from me, Dia, I'll give you a million of them. And you know me, my love, I'll start counting."
She knows it's caving. She'll take the loss here, too. It's hardly a loss, anyway; when she gets in close like this and finally, finally lays her lips on Dia's after what felt like centuries of a drought, there's no such thing as losing, in her eyes.
"Did you want them like this..."
Her first kiss to her is just a peck on the lips; it's a kiss, certainly, and it's not quite done in a hurry, but, there's no way Dia will be satisfied after just that, and she knows it...
"...Or, like this?"
She gets a little bit more into the second one; her hand reaches to cradle the back of Dia's head and grab at her hair again, but rather than rough, she's trying to be as ginger as she can. Even when she slips Dia a bit of tongue, it isn't as though she tries to force her way into her mouth; it's a slow, amorous kiss, one where every motion and slight angle change is deliberate and intentional, so there's no fear that their teeth will clash into each other or they'll be too stiff.
She imagines Dia likes that one, more.