Mari's eyes are glued to her lips, and Dia's eager to answer that unspoken plea. Bringing her mouth down against hers offers the instant comfort of familiarity, always -- but oh, it's different with their chests exposed. Their bodies rub up against each other, skin to bare skin, and the friction tingles electric. Good. It feels good.

Dia's barely thinking, with the way she moves against Mari as they kiss; it's instinctive, her body acting on its own wants. The softness and warmth that is Mari is irresistible, so much that she wants little more than to sink right into it -- and when the sensitive flesh of her nipples grazes skin, Dia can't help the whimper that escapes from her mouth and into Mari's.