soundoftheseas | DIAMARI CATCHALL

"Terrible manners as always, I see," Dia mutters halfheartedly, stepping back to place her bag by the entrance and hang up her coat. Then there's her shoes -- she hadn't even gotten the chance to take them off. Honestly... Saying she didn't enjoy Mari's showers of affection would be a bold-faced lie, but as with everything, some semblance of order is necessary. She couldn't possibly just show up and jump right into-- that.

"I'll gladly accept that tea, thank you. It's rather chilly outside at this time of evening, you know."

Edited 2017-03-18 23:41 (UTC)

"The way I see it, all I'm doing is cutting to the chase! Why bother being so stuffy and hiding behind pretense? I know it's the Japanese way to make everything a big, polite production, but, there's no reason for us to stand on ceremony, my darling..."

But still, she at least has the courtesy to let her get a little bit settled. Ah, but, let her steal just one more kiss from her lips before she puts the kettle on the stove.

"I had every intention of keeping you warm, though! We may not have a fireplace, but, there are lots of ways a couple in love can heat things up, aren't there?"

Her wink is almost a little too much, but, it's Mari; leave it to her to take it up to eleven at any opportunity.

Dia opens her mouth, spends a moment searching for a reaction-- and then promptly closes it back shut.

Sometimes Mari is so much that she doesn't even have it in her to be scandalized.

"Mari-san, you have central heating. Please."

"Oh, but that's so much less fun!"

She can't keep the purr out of her voice. She really can't get enough of being so physically close to her without having to keep herself in check, and how hyperactive she is tonight doesn't help things.

"Don't tell me it's because you don't want to snuggle up with me? And here I thought you were in the mood to be a little cuddly..."

She tries her best to guilt her into it; whether or not Dia buys it is another matter entirely.

"You'll let me be a little greedy, won't you? Won't you?"

"Will I?" Dia heaves out a long-suffering sigh, pacing around Mari with her hands laced behind her back. "I came to keep you company because I felt sorry for you, all alone. But if you can't unlodge your head from the gutter--" she glances back towards the door-- "perhaps I'd best head home."

Edited 2017-03-19 07:51 (UTC)

"I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about! You make it sound like I'm being dirty!"

All she can do at that comment is give her a pout and a huff...the moment she turns the knob on the stove to heat up the kettle, she links her arm right around Dia's, tugging her right back in and closing the distance again. You're not getting away that easily!

"My love for you is purer than the whitest snow on the tip-top of the mountain right across from us! And besides, you only just got here! You wouldn't come all this way and leave me all by my lonesome again, not over a silly old joke...but, I really did want to cozy up with you, though! I'll keep you nice and warm all night long, and if you say no, I'll drown you in kisses until you change your mind!"

"Hmm."

Dia's brow lifts, impressed by Mari's earnestness if nothing else. "Perhaps, if we have time for that later. Actually--" She gestures towards her bag by the doorway with a wave of the hand-- "Since you spoke of pressing matters, I'd figured we could make use of this time to discuss certain issues pertaining to our school, as chairwoman and student council president. Our field trip is coming up in a couple months, isn't it? We'll want to start planning soon to ensure it all runs smoothly."

Already, she's pulling back from Mari's hold. "I've brought pamphlets for various inns, if you'd like to browse them together..."

...Oh, no no no no no, now she was just playing hard to get, Mari was sure of it! With a big groan, all she can do is desperately press all of her weight onto Dia; even if she's trying to get out of her clutches, Dia wouldn't let her beloved sweetheart fall! ...Hopefully! Like a child throwing a tantrum, she whines and whines...

"Dia, that's not urgent at all, it's months awaaaaay! Can't that wait?! You didn't come all the way here just to do boring, stuffy business stuff! We can do that at school, where that junk belongs!"

At some point, she'd go through all of them and probably settle on the most luxurious one, but definitely not now.

"Going through pamphlets is not my idea of a romantic Wednesday night alone with my beautiful girlfriend! I won't allow it!"

Edited 2017-03-19 14:38 (UTC)

"You're such a child," Dia reprimands, but she can't keep herself from giggling. She likes riling Mari up, she'll admit. It's only fair that she gets her turn every now and again, isn't it?

But she won't tease forever -- and so she ceases her tepid efforts to wrangle free, turning to face Mari once more.

"If you want to do things your way," she says with a smile and one long finger hooked beneath Mari's chin, "you'll have to win me over."

Ah, she's riling her up, alright, in more ways than one; with her chin balancing on Dia's slender hands, her heart skips a beat. Dia looks her in the eyes, and Mari's hands worm their way around her back, coming together and resting on her waistline. The shift is night and day as her feverish composure winds down and comes to a jolt, her quick breaths hitching as she gets to soak in the sight.

It's amazing, how quickly one motion, one giggle, can get her to just slow down...well, mostly slow down, her heart is still doing somersaults--

"Really, Dia? You mean I haven't already?"

Mari's already making a plan of attack in her head, mentally locking on to all of the targets she wants to put her lips on; the end of her collarbone, the side of her neck, the mole just above her chin, the tip of her nose...

"Give me two minutes, and you'll forget all about even the thought of those dumb pamphlets."

"These are some bold words!" Dia's shoulders stutter with her laugh, carrying a note of shallow-breathed anticipation. She touches her forehead to Mari's, a quiet glint to her eyes -- the tips of their noses close enough to brush. "Let's see you back them up, Ohara Mari-san."

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"You know better than to doubt me, Kurosawa Dia."

The stud partition wall that separates the kitchen from the rest of her suite is her target; it's only after three deliberate steps to move the pair of them forward that she has Dia's back pressed right up against it, giving her nowhere to turn, no hope of escape.

She counts down from 120 in her head, and goes straight for her clavicle, a line of kisses from the tip of the bone all the way up. When she finally hits the base of her neck, the kisses get a bit longer, more pronounced; she's careful not to leave hickeys, not yet, but she's clearly more deliberate with these as she slowly leaves her kiss trail...

Her hands make their way down just a bit further, to grip at Dia's cheeks as she makes her way up, a soft massage with her thumbs that gains a bit more force as she works her way up.

She has her game plan in mind, a clear strategy. By the time her countdown hits zero, there's no way Dia won't be begging for more.

Dia moves without a hitch as Mari guides them back, only her shoulders tensing momentarily as they hit the wall. But she's quick to settle, comfortable with Mari's weight against her, sinking easily into her hold: one hand coming to rest between slender shoulder blades, the other cupping the back of her head. She tips her head up for her, too, to offer smoother access.

In truth, Mari will have to try very little to win her over. She's very well near irresistible. But her overblown ego certainly doesn't need to hear that.

"Ah--" Mari's hands squeeze in tandem with a particularly hard kiss, and a gasp slips past Dia's lips. Her features pinch, and she flicks the back of Mari's neck. "Don't dare leave a mark. I'll kill you."

"Don't worry about what I'm doing..." Another kiss, just under her jawline, "and just enjoy it," she punctuates with a kiss to her chin. "86 seconds left..."

Her words come out a bit raspier than she had intended them to be. The pacing of her kisses is more varied now, just to keep Dia on her toes; at some spots she'll linger, moving in tantalizingly slow before her lips make contact, and at some she'll jump quickly to the next. Time may be a factor here, but that doesn't mean she can't play, a bit.

With a little over 60 seconds left, she finds herself right in front of Dia's face, poised to make contact with her lips next. Mari takes a deep breath and bites her bottom lip, her hands squeezing Dia's backside a bit tighter still as she slowly moves in for the kill strike...

But just before she brings hers lips to Dia's, she stops short, a hair's breadth away. They're kissing by the skin of their teeth, but, the contact never happens. She mutters under her breath, but she knows Dia can hear her, and if she can't, she can certainly see the grin on her face when she says,

"...Just kidding."

She pulls back brings one of her hands back up to rest behind Dia's head, only so she can move a cascade of dark hair behind her lover's ear. Gently, she tugs at her earlobe, careful to do so with her lips; no marks, after all.

Edited 2017-03-19 17:20 (UTC)

If there is one field in which Mari is wholly unparalleled, it's teasing. She has elevated it to a horrible, merciless art form; the irregularity of her kisses has Dia's nerves standing on end with damnable ease, and when she closes in on her mouth, she feels her own lips tremble.

But-- no. The contact's never made. Dia's left unwittingly mimicking a fish out of water for a solid second before she clues on to the punch line -- or rather, that the punchline is her -- and promptly snaps her jaw shut, heat spreading across her cheeks like a forest fire.

"Immature," she mumbles with a sharp turn of her head. That she only ends up presenting her ear to Mari's mouth-- that's an unintended side effect.

"You love it," is her coarse, breathy response in Dia's ear, before she starts on her path of kisses again, moving downward this time, right along her jawline. Even from here, she can feel Dia's face lighting up; her eyes are closed, preoccupied in making sure this is tantalizing as possible, but, it's obvious that her lover is red as a rose, and even if she acts displeased, her body is so obviously telling a different story.

But, ah, she can't help herself, she wants to see her adorable Dia's face, and she can't do that from all the way down here by her neck...

She clasps onto a fistful of dark hair and runs her hand straight through as she darts back up again, to kiss Dia's bright red cheeks; first the left, then the right. She doesn't just mix up the timing; she wants to kiss her all over now, just to keep herself unpredictable. She stands on tiptoe to reach the top of Dia's forehead and plant a long, long kiss there, and follows it up with a quick peck to the tip of her nose. With time running just a bit short again (she can always get her right ear later, she reasons), all Mari has left to do is to press her forehead against Dia's and rub their noses together, and take her sweet time waiting. Mari's left hand just makes its way to stroke her cheek as she looks her straight in the face; her right, still kneading the back of Dia's thigh, hasn't gone anywhere, keeping an even pressure.

15, 14, 13. She doesn't lay any more kisses on, for the moment. Time isn't up yet, but she wants to savor this feeling of how close she is to her; she's breathing heavily, obviously short of breath after her onslaught of smooches, but, that's fine; she wants Dia to hear just how intensely she's feeling, and she wants to see Dia's face, too, knowing damn well that she's going to wonder just why she stopped short. After all, two minutes couldn't possibly be up already, right?

Even with the cruel avoidance of her lips, Mari's kisses still feel good. Her breath paints a new layer of heat over Dia's already-flushed skin, mingling with her own sighs and soft gasps.

Dia likes having Mari close, the fabric of her blouse humming with friction as their bodies brush and rub together. She likes guessing at the trajectory of her mouth, even likes her predictions betrayed -- there's a unique tinge of delight that runs down her spine whenever Mari kisses her harder, or lingers longer in place than she'd thought.

And then there's Mari doing absolutely nothing, just staring up at her with that cheshire smile of hers. Dia could just about pop with the urge to kiss her, or slap her, or possibly both, but she refrains -- because she can tell when she's being tested, and she has no intention of failing.

Mari, the most whimsical, fancy-free person she knows -- can just as easily turn devastatingly deliberate. It never fails to incite Dia's resolve, fill her with the raw urge to meet her head-on.

(And, she'll never admit-- make her weak in the knees, too.)

"Mari-san," she murmurs out, the tip of her tongue slipping past her lips to wet them. She won't close the distance. She refuses.

"Kettle's boiling."

"Mm..."

Mari's only response to that is to run her thumb over Dia's lips, humming softly. Dia's stubborn, a fact that she knows all too well, almost as stubborn as she is; they're deadlocked, for the moment. Of course, Mari reasons, she can easily turn this into a battle of attrition. If it means staring at Dia's flushed face all night (she looks delicious, she thinks to herself, just about ready to burst--), she's willing to stare forever until she cracks. It won't be that long, she knows, but...

She gave herself a timer, here. And she has just a few more seconds left on the clock. As much as she loves driving Dia crazy, she's determined not to lose, either. That meager attempt at resistance has simply got to go, and it's got to go now; for no reason other than the fact that she knows for a fact that the kiss Dia's about to lay on her lips is going to be more intense than she could even dream of, and the taste of victory alongside that long-awaited liplock is going to make it even sweeter. When the countdown is this close, it's anyone's game; but when all's said and done, this is Mari Ohara, and when she really wants something, she always plays to win.

8, 7, 6. Like a shark moving in on its prey in the water, she inches closer, still. It's a familiar situation; no matter how long these seconds of silence may feel like as they stretch on and on (to Dia, she imagines, these past 120 seconds must have felt like a small eternity), in actuality, Mari made this same exact move only a minute ago, just before she faked Dia out. But this time instead of darting away, in one calculated motion, she takes Dia's bottom lip right into her mouth, gently tugging at it with her teeth before she releases it with a soft, wet pop, and a deep breath.

Three seconds left, and all Mari does is stare up at Dia with half-lidded golden eyes and a devious smirk that's fixed in place on her lips. Come on, it's saying. You know you want to.

Edited 2017-03-21 00:03 (UTC)

Dia is weak to biting. She's weak to a truly alarming amount of things, as Mari has made her aware throughout their platonic and romantic relationship both. But feeling the soft pressure of teeth, the wet heat of Mari's mouth bearing down against her lip -- it's enough to have her stomach knitting in a hundred needy knots. And when she pulls back, god, there's nothing Dia wants more than to slam Mari up against the wall and kiss that smug grin clean off her face--

Except for one thing, and that's winning. Nothing is more important than winning.

That's why, even though it feels like swimming against cement, Dia reins herself in. She releases her hold on Mari, even when her fingers ache to cling, and she sets her jaw, though it quivers with the strain. She gives herself a couple seconds to breathe, just to be sure she can make her voice come out even, and finally declares:

"I really do believe it's been two minutes." Slender fingers tuck an errant lock behind her ear, before she folds her arms over her chest, chin angled up. "So why don't you pour us some tea while I fetch the pamphlets?"

"...I guess it has been, hasn't it?"

Well, she'll give credit where credit is due; she's better at holding out than she thought she would be!

"Congratulations, Dia. Not bad at all."

But in spite of that, Mari can physically see how hard Dia is struggling, try as she might to try and play it cool here; had Mari, perhaps, said three minutes, or maybe even two and a half, she wonders if poor Dia would've been able to keep it up, or, at least, if she could have, how much worse her expression would be. As it stands now, her warm face and breathless expression will have to be enough for now, only because...

Well, a deal is a deal. And one can call Mari many, many things, but, she at least prides herself on being a girl of her word, when it comes to competitions. It doesn't mean she won't be a bit of a sore loser, in her own way, but, she can admit when she's been defeated...for the moment.

"I guess I underestimated you a bit, my love...I should have known a little better than to think you'd crack from just that." She isn't quite aware of how red in the face she is herself, or how comfortable she is in this position to the point where she can't quite bring herself to straighten herself out. It's only the obnoxious whistle of the tea kettle (vaffanculo, she wishes she could say to it--) that makes her move to reach it, her pointer finger making its way under Dia's chin and to her lips while she stands back up straight. Her finger holds position for a few seconds, just long enough that Dia'll feel its absence, once she takes it away. "But, you did beat me, fair and square. So, we'll do it your way. No kisses, no cuddles, just...boring, stuffy, pamphlets, right~?"

So, this is her new game, then. Just because she lost the first battle doesn't mean the war is over; no, right now, Mari knows she's planted a seed that will take root and turn into something truly, truly incredible--it's just a matter of giving it some time to grow. After all, she thinks to herself with that sickening Ohara confidence, she knows she has Dia hot and bothered now. The only reason the poor girl is even suggesting pamphlets now is because of that stubborn pride of hers, but, one look at Dia's face says that's not really what she wants to do, not even a little bit.

And even if Dia, perchance, does decide to be honest with her about what she wants...well, Mari doesn't have to make giving it to her easy, now that they're insisting on moving forward with this little charade of theirs. And the night is still oh so very young. She'll hold the idea over her head like a carrot on a stick that gets yanked away at every possible turn, and drive her crazy, maybe even make her beg a little if she's feeling particularly merciless; give her but a mere taste of what she could have had, if only she had simply gave in and let Mari win here--

But, for now, she'll just giggle and get that tea, giving Dia's butt the slightest of pinches before she walks back over to the stove. There's a little sashay of her hips as she moves, intentional, of course; it's far from the walk of shame one would expect from someone who just suffered an upsetting defeat. This is a little more like, 'Let's start Round 2.'

Edited 2017-03-24 04:03 (UTC)

... Really? Really. Of all times for Mari to learn self-restraint, it had to be here and now. Dia's eyebrow twitches. This is not the sweet victory she sought.

Still, she knows Mari -- the girl can barely go two minutes without fondling her. There's no way Dia could be outlasted, no matter how bold a face Mari puts on. She will cave. She will absolutely, undoubtedly cave.

Right. All Dia has to do is keep this in mind, and she'll be just fine.

"I'm impressed you'd accept your loss so gracefully," comes her clipped retort, and with Mari's weight lifted off her goes reaching for her bag. A shiver abruptly runs down her body, already missing the warmth of having her close. But... fine. This is fine. Mari will cave.

Dia settles down on the sofa, splaying the pamphlets out across the table. She's brought ten, heavens help her.

This will be a very long night indeed.

"Oh really? What did you think I would say? You were only just saying how immature I was, I wanted to prove you wrong..."

Mari can't see Dia's face, but, she can absolutely imagine it. All she has to do is press and prod a little bit, and Dia will be eating out of her hands in no time. She could take her sweet time and simply wait it out, but, if that goes on for too long, it may get a bit boring...and, if she has her like this already, she needs to keep that hot streak going. She's pouring the tea when all of a sudden, an idea hits her; she knows it's playing a bit dirty, but...

"Here, just the way you like it~"

She crosses over to the front of the table, to hand Dia her tea from the other side...but Dia may be more focused on the fact that Mari's robe is hanging quite a bit more loosely on her body; the knot is still there, but her chest is only barely still contained in the white garment. When she bends over in a position like this, the view of her cleavage is (Mari's hoping) just short of perfect.

If Mari notices this, though (and she definitely does; this is a calculated attack, after all!), she makes no effort to adjust herself. Why would she? It's just the two of them...

"So many pamphlets...we're going to go through all of them, right?"

Edited 2017-03-25 05:43 (UTC)

Mari leans forward, and Dia suddenly feels dreadfully, helplessly trapped. She leans all the way back on the sofa, until her shoulders dig into the backrest and her chin sinks into her neck, but those mere few inches of space offer no real escape from Mari and her... mammaries.

She could not possibly pretend to keep her cool. But then, why should she! When Mari is shamelessly participating in such wretched debauchery!

"You--" It takes her a moment to remember to form words, and another moment to refocus her eyes on Mari's face-- "You are being horrifically inappropriate right now! At least allow yourself a shred of decency out of basic self-respect!" She reaches forward, grabbing the robe's collar and yanking it closed. Even her hands are sweaty already, and her face is red down to the base of her throat. "Unbelievable!"

It takes everything Mari has not to burst out laughing at Dia's reaction; she expected her to lose face at the sight, but this is on another level entirely! She'll have to keep this in mind later, but...needless to say, with Dia freaking out like this, Mari's smile is just sickeningly sweet.

"Oh my, Dia, my impatient angel, so forward... To think you would grab at my robe at a time so passionately, like this! I had figured I got under your skin a little bit, but I had no idea I did that well..."

Unbelievable is certainly the best word here; she's playing dumb, clearly, and the look in her eyes is coy as can be. She runs her palms down Dia's arms before letting her hands settle at her wrists...

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about, but, if you wanted to stay close, you could have just said so...we are a couple now, so it's not like I have anything to hide from you, if you wanted to see so badly..."

Completely ignoring the fact that she just closed it tighter--

Edited 2017-03-26 20:33 (UTC)

Dia's fists clench firmer, pulling the robe's two halves so tightly together that it might or might not begin to strain against Mari's neck. And her stare's burning a hole in the wall to her left for good measure, just to be double, extra-safe.

"I wish to see nothing, you lecher! I can't believe you'd sooner expose yourself than admit defeat!"

--Well. It's Mari. If anyone would, in fairness, it's her. Still! The gall! The obscenity!

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