soundoftheseas | DIAMARI CATCHALL

The second the sound leaves Dia's lips, Mari's grin gets wide. Such a huge sound from such a simple touch! And Dia's right, Mari doesn't just love it; now she's determined to hear it again and again.

"You are just the cutest..."

She knows she might be getting a little carried away here, but if it means hearing Dia make that adorable squawk again, to her, it's absolutely worth it. Dia curls up like a porcupine on the couch, but Mari lunges in closer to meet her, moving to nibble at her collarbone while she's distracted by whatever's so interesting on her knee.

Her hands are making their way around to her back, and she's tracing along the curvature of Dia's spine with her fingertips. She'll get a reaction like that from her Dia a second time if it kills her.

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.

Mari can't help but start chuckling to herself between kisses, straining to keep her lips puckered because she's smiling much too hard. The adorable sounds that Dia is so embarrassed of, that she's trying so hard to keep stifled, are like music to Mari's ears, and hearing her name is almost an ego trip, a sign that she's pushing all the right buttons.

She takes it as her cue to keep going. Even if Dia looks so bashful right now, one look makes it obvious that she's enjoying the feeling of her skin against hers. She'll wring this out for all its worth, and then some.

Mari can feel her chest start to pound a little bit faster; as prideful as Dia is, Mari knows how delicate she can be, so she doesn't quite want to misstep; she wonders if she's getting ahead of herself here, but, she knows for a fact that Dia will tell her (in no uncertain terms) if she goes too far. And when it comes to her beloved, it's better to gingerly work her way up to that line, rather than blitz right to it. Especially when the process of finding her way to it is leaving her this breathless.

The tips of her nails glide down to Dia's waistline and around her hips, and her hands reach back around to Dia's front to take hold of the hem of her blouse. She backs off from her collarbone and slides back on the sofa, to position herself at Dia's belly; delicately, gradually, she lifts the garment up to expose her tummy, planting kiss after kiss as she works her way up. Unlike before, the intent isn't to tease or to torture; her kisses here are even, slow, sensual. Almost careful.

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."

Dia can't quite see it, with Mari's head still buried in her belly, but she'll certainly feel that sharp exhale against her midriff as Mari lets out a breath she barely registered holding in. Mari was waiting for a go-ahead before she went much further, but praise is a different story altogether, and the words of approval are enough to make her toes curl inward and her stomach flutter. It's a good thing she's hiding how red she's getting, too; for some reason, she wants to come off more smoothly, holding her position of power here, but even she can't help but feel herself getting hot under the color when Dia runs her hand through her frizzled locks (and with all of the darting around she's been doing, it's no wonder her hair's gotten so messy).

Still, she takes the compliment as a sign to move forward. She only allows herself to let out a ragged "hold still" before she moves the blouse up further along her torso, planting more kisses in the wake of the pullover. Her breathing is heavier now; between kisses, the sound of their labored exhales echoes through the spacious suite, but that's the only sign of exhaustion Mari shows; she's not slowing down, even a little bit. Not when she has such a good pace going...

As the pullover rides up to Dia's chest, and her bra is exposed, the only thing louder to Mari from her current positioning than the sound of their winded breaths is the sound of Dia's heartbeat, a jackhammer that sounds ready to burst at any moment. Of course Dia has jitters, she realizes, and Mari has her share as well, but, she certainly doesn't want to rush her into this, and she certainly doesn't want to frighten her.

Before she makes her next move and the shirt comes off, she pushes herself back up, to kiss Dia's lips once again. She remembers how much less tense Dia became, only just a few minutes ago, when she kissed her sensually for the first time that night; she hopes this will calm her down again, at least a bit.

"Just relax," she whispers between quick breaths. "I've got you. Trust me."

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)

"...Say it again? I don't know if I caught it the first time..."

The look on her face tells a different story; the coquettish smirk on her lips is tugging at her dimples on her bright red face, and she looks like the cat that got the cream, like she's reveling in this. And she is. There's all the encouragement she needs to slip the blouse right off, over Dia's neck and right off her arms. It tousles her straight hair, but Mari hardly cares; she looks hotter like that, and besides, her focus isn't quite there, regardless.

There's another kiss as Mari's hands go on another adventure down Dia's arms, her fingertips "walking" past her elbows, up her forearms, all the way to her shoulders. Whether she's making it more sensual or being a bit more of a tease by taking the whole thing so damn slowly, by turning it into this production, is probably up for debate, but she figures Dia won't complain about a brief little shoulder massage mid-kiss...at least, if only so she'll be a bit more buttered up when Mari's right hand slides right down her back to the hook of her bra.

She makes sure her hand lingers at the spot before she takes it off. It shouldn't take her this long to slide the clasp away from the hook, but she really is taking it so slowly--

"It's not too late to take back what you said earlier about mine, you know."

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."

"Only because you asked me so nicely."

Typical Dia, she can't help but laugh, to get caught up in a tirade even when she's topless...but she's all to eager to finally slip the hook through the metal clip. She looks like a kid about to open a present on Christmas morning as she finally, finally takes the bra right off and...

Ah. So this is what Dia's chest looks like. Sure, she's put her hands on her breasts enough times that she's memorized the contours of them through touch alone, fondled them from behind more times than she can count on everyone in Aqours's hands put together, but this is her first time actually laying eyes on them. She doesn't want to stare, honestly, and ruin the good streak she's been having, but she can't help herself. They're...well, there's no need to dance around the fact that they're beautiful, inviting as can be; modest, yes, but practically begging for her to put her hands on them, for her to kiss them until Dia makes those marvelous sounds again--

"They're perfect," she mutters, more to herself than anyone else. She's actually engrossed in the sight of them, God help her, this part of Dia that she's never seen before until now. She's only dimly aware of her hands making a beeline to take them into her palms; she's practically hyperfocused as she leans down to take one into her mouth, to rub and clasp at one of them while she holds the other to her lips and roll over the tip of it with her tongue.

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!"

"Ah..!" The palm of Dia's hand against her forehead pushes her right off (shame, too, just as she was starting to get into it!), and she comes right off of her nipple with a wet pop. Her hands are still fixed in place, but at the very least, she has the sense to stop rubbing. Still, she looks up at her with a pout; okay, so she might have gotten a little carried away there, compared to her snail's pace from before, but...

"How do you expect me to contain myself, Dia?! When you've been hiding such amazing treasures from me for all of these years! I always knew that your chest was lovely, but to think you were holding out on me with these!"

Sure, they're not Kanan's, but they're perfectly respectable in their own right; the shape is marvelous, they fit so snugly in her hand, there's even a cute little beauty mark...

"I'll take it slower, okay, my delicate fiorellina?"

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."

She's tempted to flinch when she gets flicked between her eyes, but...well then. To see her suddenly so forceful makes Mari's heart skip a beat, and she's almost tempted to swoon and give in, but...despite the red mark right in the middle of her forehead, the coy little smile is back in action.

"Well well well, aren't we impatient..? I did get a bit caught up in more...delicate matters, I admit...but, I'm afraid my hands are just a bit full, at the moment."

Just for good measure, she gives her right breast a squeeze; as if to say, her hands aren't budging, there's some sort of magnetic force keeping her palms here, she can't move suddenly, don't make her take her hands off of these--

"If you want to see them, why don't you take it off yourself? I helped your beautiful mammellas out, isn't it only fair for you to return the favor?"

Mari really does have to make a production out of everything, doesn't she? And the more words she uses to predace the action, the more Dia's shyness threatens to get the better of her.

But Mari would love that, wouldn't she. Seeing her hesitate and fumble. Dia resolves to deny her that pleasure. So resolved she is, she's practically scowling in determination, all those little creases wrinkling up her brow.

"You run your mouth too much," she grumbles, and with a decisive yank of both hands, parts Mari's robe down to the middle. Ha! There!

... Oh.

...Wow. She wasn't expecting her to actually rip her robe open, and the suddenness of the action is actually enough to make the smirk on her face run away in an instant, in favor of a wide-eyed stare as her mouth hangs open. She can feel her cheeks burning, despite the huge game she was just talking up; but, then, why wouldn't she be a little stunned? After all, her robe is certainly parted, her breasts exposed in full now; she was flaunting them only just a few minutes ago, but now that they're actually out in the open, she needs a moment to collect herself.

"D-Dia..."

Thankfully, after the initial shock of the quick movement is over, Dia's face says it all. That's right, she's not the only one red as a cherry here, and neither of them saying anything is just making the atmosphere in the room that much thicker, so, what else would she do in this situation? She puffs out her chest, swallows her surprise, and flaunts what she's got.

"Well? What do you think? Are they everything you ever dreamed of? Go on, don't be shy, go ahead and touch, you know you want to!"

Mari's startled reaction conjures up an odd swirl of emotion in Dia's belly. There's mortification there, definitely, strong enough to nearly give way into regret-- because if Mari's at a loss for words, then goodness, she has no clue how she's going to see it through this -- and then there's something else. A sort of victorious thrill.

Mari's at a loss for words. She did that. If she gathers up her confidence and lets herself be bold, she can put an honest dent in her wall of smug and tease. That is... a good reminder to have.

But it's all swept away in a flash: Mari covers up the dent effortlessly, and Dia is left flustered again. Is it all that she's dreamed of? What kind of question...

Her eyes that had been stuck to Mari's stunned face finally wander down, and she swallows. Well. It's not as though she's spent any real length of time pondering what Mari would look like naked. No, never, what kind of lecher does she take her for? So she's hardly coming in with expectations of any sort, but...

Mari's very pretty. Full-figured and soft, wholly unlike Dia's slight frame. And her nipples are incredibly pink, an observation Dia immediately hates herself for making even internally, flushing a shade deeper with shame. How indecent. How-- how lewd.

She clears her throat. "Well-- yes, you're. Quite well-endowed, as I'm sure you're aware." She's not going to sing her breasts' praises. Heavens, she'd die. But Mari did offer to touch them, and so...

"Then... if you'll pardon me."

And she plants her palms against Mari's breasts with a pomf.

Mari does seem a more than a bit pleased with Dia's reaction, with the way she's caught staring and just a bit flabbergasted all over again. She's still a bit embarrassed at that momentary hiccup, but it looks like she's managed to gain leverage back, and she's fully expecting Dia to go on another little rant of hers, just to maintain the status quo. She likes to think she has a general idea of how to push Dia's buttons, after all, so there shouldn't be much of an issue here.

But Dia completely betrays her expectations, for better or for worse. She doesn't quite know why she didn't expect it; what, did she just expect her bare chest to be hanging out untouched for the rest of the night? But still, she didn't expect Dia to simply take hold of them, and she didn't expect her to do it so immediately, with such gusto! That's not fair, she can't just do that--

"D-Dia!"

This time, she doesn't recover so quickly. She closes her eyes and tries to stifle a gasp. Dia's just stuck her hands right on them, she's not even doing anything, but she's never ever done this before, not even when Mari was fully clothed, and that thought is enough to make her start to sweat, on top of how red in the face she's becoming. She's never seen Dia swallow her pride and be this forward, so if she's completely betraying her expectations like this now, there's no telling what'll come later. This is completely uncharted territory, for both of them.

Now her heart is the one that's starting to pound out of her chest. She can't even use suddenness as an excuse this time, since Dia practically announced it, but she's still so surprised that she can't help but squeeze Dia's breasts in turn, her eyes clenched shut as her breath hastens.

Edited 2017-04-16 15:06 (UTC)

"What? Don't give me that look when you're the one who offered--!"

Dia swallows, exhaling harshly through her nose. What kind of situation even is this... she can't believe Mari would be so affected by her hands on her alone. Especially when moments before, she had dove right in without restraint-- using her mouth and everything! It's ridiculous, is what it is, but... it does make for a pleasant confidence boost. If Mari's responding that much already, then it stands to reason that all Dia has to do is keep touching her.

So she does. Mimicking the movements of Mari's fingers, she squeezes lightly, then begins massaging at skin. Slow and tentative. Goodness, Mari's soft...

Teeth digging slightly into lip, Dia glances from her own careful hands to Mari's flushed face. She catches a flutter of long, light eyelashes, and it incites a mirroring twirl in her chest.

"... Is this all right?"

"I-I wasn't expecting you to actually do it! I had no idea you could be so bold..."

She's not...necessarily complaining about it, though. Dia's hands are small and her fingers slender; the feeling of them running across the surface of her breasts is starting to give her goosebumps. She works with Dia's pace in turn, maintaining their careful, mutual massage until she can get her bearings again. It was almost like they had strayed too far from a script she had made in her head of the whole thing, and she was trying to find a way to get the production back on track...

But she doesn't mind this, even if it's quite the deviation from what she had in mind. Her thumb idly circles the dark areola of Dia's right nipple while she catches her breath. Dia's touch is gentle and relaxing; if she's not careful, she might find herself getting lost in it, but she has no intention of giving up control for good. This was just a momentary setback, nothing more. She'll be more prepared the next time Dia does something unexpected, is what she convinces herself.

"But I never said it wasn't. You just surprised me a little..."

"Then good," Dia says, swallows. The brush of thumb to nipple makes her stomach tighten, and she's quick to return it, focusing her own fingers' movements in turn. She pinches Mari's nipple, softly yet firmly, between the pad of her forefinger and thumb -- then she rubs it, kneads at it, hoping the elicit a similar reaction. She can already feel the flesh grow rough beneath her fingers. Ah...

If Mari had a free hand, she would be biting her thumb right now, trying to stifle an intake of breath that's just a bit louder than she had intended it to be. It wasn't as though Dia was being particularly rough, but the pinch was enough to make her spine start tingling, like a shockwave was just sent all the way from the tip of her nipple down to her quivering legs.

Alright. If Dia wants to play like this, she'll just have to up the intensity a bit. She went straight for the nipple before with her mouth, when she got carried away, but now it's like she's actively avoiding going straight for the tips during her massage; she's still gentle, making sure to pace herself, but she's giving plenty of attention to her breasts themselves, rubbing them in tight circular motions but making sure to steer her palms clear of the most sensitive part.

Of course she's teasing, even at a time like this. It's Mari.

Mari's holding off on her on purpose, she can tell -- but this once, Dia's glad for it. More than any frustration brought on by the deliberately chaste touch, she's grateful for the chance to breathe and to find her footing.

Mari can overwhelm her in an instant, she knows. She's bore witness to it just moments before. So this is Dia's window of opportunity; before Mari can get the upper hand again, she'll... she'll...

She doesn't really have a plan. But she knows she doesn't want to squander this.

"... Mari-san."

Inhale. Her hands move up, closing over Mari's shoulders. Then, with gentle, steady pressure, she guides her down onto her back. If Mari'll let her.

Oh no. Oh no. She was far too careless, she realizes all too late; she should have known that if she gave Dia an inch, she would take a mile, but she was too caught up in not wanting to floor her that she paid it no mind. She barely registers Dia saying her name, because all of a sudden they're making full eye contact, and Dia is pushing her down onto her back.

Normally, she would make some kind of retort here; at the very least, she'd offer some kind of snappy quip or a comment on how forward she's being. That's what would be expected from her, but a situation like this is absolutely testing unfamiliar waters, and on the one hand, she's interested to see this assertive side of Dia, even if it comes at the cost of her precious advantage, but on the other...

Well, it's been proven over the course of tonight that she can dish out and dish out and dish out, but the second she gets a taste of her own medicine, her knees become gelatin and her arms turn into butter. Dia is pushing her onto her back, and she's far, far weaker in the face of that advance than she could have possibly anticipated. And far be it for her to push her away.

Her hands are still on Dia's breasts, but all she can do from this angle is gulp and stare at her lips.

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.

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