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Mari Ohara ([personal profile] prettybomberhead) wrote in [community profile] soundoftheseas2017-02-19 10:57 pm

DIAMARI CATCHALL


because these two need a place to just be over the top losers
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-03-26 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
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!"
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-03-26 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
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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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-03-26 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Dia's heart jumps at the enforced eye contact, lodging itself in her throat. It makes her voice come out weaker than she'd like -- odd and raspy.

"Quit it," she mutters, shifting uneasily against the sofa when there's no further back left to go. Her eyes wander as far as they're able, catching on an indistinct point on Mari's brow, the edge of her bangs, her collarbone.

"You're clearly just doing this to get a reaction, so cut it out. You're not a child."
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-03-28 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Something in Dia's stomach yields and caves. It is so, so very hard to say no to Mari -- always, but especially so when she's towering over her like this, and when her voice drops low just so.

Dia's base instinct demands to look, and to touch, but she's in over her head and it's getting harder and harder to breathe. She doesn't know how she ended up here but her hands and knees are trembling, and she's almost queasy with nerves.

"F-fine," she mutters out, angling her chin up to meet Mari's eyes despite the strain of it. "If I'm being honest, then I don't want to be doing this." She says it clearly, sharply, even though her voice trembles at the end. "Not like this. Not-- when you still won't kiss me."
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-03-28 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmn--"

A cotton-cloud of relief disperses within Dia's chest as soon as Mari's lips meet hers, melting the anxiety away. She clutches her shoulders, tighter at the second kiss -- submerging herself in the feeling, in the glowing-warm comfort that is Mari.

God, she needed this.

She sighs deeply when they pull apart, for relief and loss of breath both. But her lungs feel lighter, now. Her knees not so shaky.

"... That," she answers after a beat, eyelashes fluttering, a little hazy from the kiss still. Another brief pause as Dia settles, followed by: "And get off the table, please. You'll knock the tea over."
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-03-28 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Quiet," Dia mumbles against her mouth, even as a particular curl of fingers against her side sends her shivering. She nips at Mari's lower lip in retribution, one hand cupping her chin. "That was cheating."
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-03-28 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It's the first touch of skin to skin, and it instantly makes Dia's stomach cave, sends goosebumps spreading down her arms even before Mari's fingertips find their purpose. And when they do-- it happens too fast for Dia to brace herself, and a high-pitched squeal flitters past her throat as her whole body curls in. Too, too strong a reaction for such fleeting contact. She knows that. She's sure Mari loves that.

This is where she should protest, where she should tell Mari no. But with Mari's hands on her bare skin, so skillfully and effortlessly exploiting her weak spots, it's-- hard.

And maybe Dia doesn't really want to.

She doesn't have it in her to tell Mari 'stop', and God knows she doesn't have it in her to tell Mari 'more'. So in the end, all the reaction Dia's capable of is staring down at her knees in red-faced silence, fingers clinging to the fabric of Mari's robe.
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-03-28 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Dia, much to her own mortification, is no trouble to squeeze more such noises out of. She bites down on her lower lip, but the strained little giggle-whines reverberate through her throat, only barely. The brush of Mari's fingertips rakes shivers down her body, settling at the pit of her belly; Dia's thighs shift and squeeze together in attempt to accommodate the sensation.

It's a deadlock: a perfect, impossible balance of humiliation and pleasure. Her pride is rejecting it, twisting uselessly away from Mari's fingertips, while everything else about Dia wants to lay itself down before Mari and just let her. Let her reach in to grab the weakness she can't show anywhere else by the fistfuls, and drag it to the surface.

Dia's already quivering this much. It feels good. It feels petrifying. It feels good.

"M-Mari-san," she shakily forms her name. Like she's begging, without knowing what for.
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-04-13 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Dia's awkward when it comes to touching. She never had the penchant Kanan and Mari had for it, always snuggling up to her like it's the most natural thing in the world. She's grown into it as the years passed, coming to accept and even initiate hugs with much greater ease, but... those were hugs. And this, with Mari, is on a completely different level.

She always ends up making herself nervous. Like: she shouldn't do that, it's too forward, too crude, and what if Mari doesn't like it, what if Mari laughs. Or: what is she supposed to do when Mari's touching her, like right now-- just lie back and take it? It feels odd not to reciprocate in some way, but it's not like she really could in this position, and...

Ugh. Her heart's pounding again. Mari's lips on her belly certainly aren't helping -- she can feel her muscles tense beneath her touch, so gentle but thorough, almost maddening, but... nice.

Gingerly, Dia places a hand at the back of Mari's head. Brushes at her hair with her fingertips. She wants... to tell her, at least.

"That feels," she swallows, "--good."
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-04-14 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Dia's heart dips, then flutters, and she sinks into the kiss. It's a sweet, gooey feeling, like honey pooling in her chest -- Mari, uncontainable force of nature that she is, being so quiet and careful with her.

And she's cute. With her cheeks flushed and her hair all sticking out. Dia's eyes crinkle with fondness as she smoothes the errant locks down, before pulling Mari into another, deeper kiss.

"Of course I trust you," she breathes once she's pulled away, bumping their foreheads lightly together.
Edited 2017-04-14 08:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-04-16 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Dia's shoulders rise beneath Mari's fingertips, twitching a bit at that odd idea of a massage. That girl, always goofing around at the least appropriate times... though with that being said, it doesn't exactly feel bad, either, so Dia ends up holding her tongue.

Until directly provoked, at least.

"It's not taking it back," she huffs, maintaining certainty in her voice even while keenly aware of her own bareness. Her cheeks are slightly pink, is all. "It's only natural that this change in circumstances would affect my decision. This situation is completely incomparable to the one before, and so I'd hardly say--"

Exhale. Even Dia doesn't quite have it in her to see it through. It occurs to her that the longer she goes on like this, the longer Mari will spend this intolerable fiddling with the clasp. There is strength, wise men say, to picking your battles.

"--Yes. Take it off."
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-04-16 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Dia's flush deepens, momentarily flabbergasted by the reaction to her exposed breasts -- perfect, really? -- but the next moment it's already the last thing on her mind, because Mari is groping and squeezing and licking, oh god that's her tongue--

A squeal slips through Dia's throat as a hot shudder rakes her spine, and she plants a hand against Mari's forehead, shoving her back.

"S-s-s-slow down! Ugh, geez-- l-learn some restraint!"
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[personal profile] shinelikea 2017-04-16 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Having Mari speak of her chest like that certainly isn't helping the wildfire spreading from Dia's cheeks to her collarbone, dyeing even the top of her breasts pink. Goodness gracious, she's embarrassing. What's even worse is that Dia, despite herself, actually feels a little flattered.

But anyway, that's-- that's beside the point!

"Hold it!" The hand at Mari's forehead pulls back, only to flick her right between the eyebrows. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Dia grabs at the collar of her robe, now, voice steadying with her demand. "I said I wanted you to take this off."

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