"I have no idea what you're talking about," Mari tries to interject, before all of a sudden she feels Dia's lips on hers once again, and she's butter all over again. But she's not the only one getting pleasure from this, and she's definitely willing to remind Dia of that as many times as she needs to...that is, at least, until she feels Dia's leg pressing harder against her, and right then, her teasing words and obnoxious jabs just fade away into the background, lost to some kind of fog. Maybe it's just now soaking in that they're doing this right now, that this is real and happening and it's not going how she expected it to at all and that's not actually such a bad thing. Dia's being far more eager than she could have imagined; Mari had imagined her to be more of a shrinking violet with this sort of thing, but in reality, surprisingly, the only one shrinking here is herself.

Her moan into Dia's mouth is a little sharper than the last one; the hoarse groan from before is gone, and the sound that comes out of her mouth is far more shrill, far less contained. She was just going with the motions before, when she first stared to rock against her, like her body was moving on its own, but though she can't quite articulate how she's feeling right now, she certainly knows what she wants, if nothing else. She wants to feel good here, to make Dia feel good; if that makes her shameless, so be it.

So she moves harder against Dia's thigh, her grip with her legs steady as they kiss. Mari's eyes are closed tight, but she goes by feel when her hands dart to the waistline of Dia's pants and tug down hard to leave her in her underwear; after all, those are absolutely, most definitely going to get in the way.