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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.

Their first-ever skin-on-skin contact is enough to make Mari let out an involuntary moan as they kiss again; a low, husky sound that she even surprises herself with. To say the whole thing just feels good is a complete understatement; Mari feels like she's on fire right now, like every nerve ending in her body is craving attention and she wants nothing more than to have Dia close like this for as long as physically possible. She's been forced to the bottom, but her kissing isn't quite as gentle as it was before; she wants this, she wants this badly, and she's practically moving on autopilot herself as her hands grip at her smooth back and run straight down. She may be leaving long, red marks, but she doesn't care about that anymore, and she doubts Dia does, either; it's not like anyone's going to see them, after all. She never quite imagined herself in a situation like this, but just as Dia wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, Mari, too, wants to wring this for all its worth.

"Dia..."

Mari's nails send shudders rippling and shattering across Dia's spine, and she rocks against her with a throaty groan. Mari's noisy, too -- lower than she's ever heard her before, and the heat in Dia's stomach builds and builds.

"Don't call my name so much," she mumbles, straining to catch her breath before leaning in for another kiss. "I'm right here."

The second kiss isn't as long or as deep -- her lungs won't allow it. But Dia's impatient, and she doesn't want to stop for even a moment. So instead she changes her course, kissing from the edge of Mari's lips to her jaw, up to her ear. Her lips trace the shell, parting to allow out hot puffs of breath, and Dia grinds the heel of her palm over Mari's nipple as she takes her earlobe into her mouth, to suck.

"When the hell did you get so smooth?" Mari tries to catch her breath herself before Dia comes back in, so the laugh she gives is hardly even a chuckle, but the smile on her face gets wiped straight off when Dia darts back in for a second kiss. Her grip grows tighter, a touch more aggressive, and her legs, which are quivering far more than she had anticipated, entangle around Dia's hips and tug her in closer.

Her warm breath against Mari's ear is driving her mad; the force of Dia's hand against her breast threatening to send her into a frenzy. With her thighs around Dia's hips and her hands clutching at her shoulderblades, she pushes and pulls Dia in and out towards and away from her pelvis. She tries to contain her sighs while Dia brings her lips to her ear as she waits for the introduction of teeth against skin with bated breath.

It takes Dia's heat-addled mind a moment to place the rocking of Mari's hips, and the realization nearly knocks her off her axis.

"You're-- shameless," she gasps out, shaky, over Mari's ear. Yet despite the raspy note of scandal to her voice, the thought of Mari deriving pleasure from her like this -- so wantonly, so needily -- fills Dia with a budding sense of satisfaction. Builds higher atop her slowly-rising confidence. And she finds herself wanting, out of some raw, deep-seated instinct, to give her more.

So she's shameless, too, grinding her thigh up between Mari's legs as she kisses her. Eyes scrunched shut, as if she could veil herself from her own embarrassment.

"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.

The sound that Mari makes is pretty -- high and unfiltered, and precious enough to cast Dia's qualms aside. She rocks against her more as they kiss, her oft-swarming mind honing in on this single moment; it's only when Mari's hands tug at the hem of her pants that she's jarred out of her focus, and the thoughts start trickling back in. Oh-- should she take off Mari's robe, then? But without it, she'd be-- naked-- and they're still on the sofa, isn't that inappropriate?

"--Should we move?" Dia blurts, raspy. "I mean, this is--" Her attempt to voice her concerns doesn't get far, eloquence slipping from between her fingers like sand. The most she manages is, dumbly: "Bed?"

"...A-ah, right!"

She...hadn't even thought about that, honestly. She was so caught up in the moment that she totally forgot where they were, and now that Dia's pointed it out, her eyes go wide and she freezes up. It's true, it'd probably be more appropriate to have their first time on the bed, right..?

"You're totally right! N-Nice Save!"

Her whole body feels like it's on a delay now, her legs still weak and her arms like jelly, but it doesn't stop her from sitting up and untangling herself from around Dia, to move the two of them over to the bedroom. And naturally, while she wants nothing more than to be as suave as can be and scoop Dia up in her arms, to carry her bridal over to the bedroom, she's so wired now that she ends up accidentally knocking their foreheads together on her way up--

"I--I'm so sorry!"

"Ow!" Dia's hand flies up to her forehead, pressing over the now-pounding spot at its center. She frowns, cheeks flushed still-- "What are you getting all worked up for?"

"I-I said I was sorry! Here, let me kiss it better for you..."

She insists, as if that actually does something, trying to move Dia's hand away so she can plant her lips right on the throbbing spot. Hopefully that doesn't leave a bump--

"It's just...I'm a little jittery, that's all it is!"

That's one way to put it. This really couldn't be anything less like how she imagined it...

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