soundoftheseas | DIAMARI CATCHALL

"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...

"Goodness gracious," Dia murmurs under her breath, the corners of her mouth quirking involuntarily upwards. She lets her hand fall, instead wrapping both arms around Mari back -- enjoying this simple, familiar intimacy. It grants her a moment to breathe, to sort out her thoughts, and Dia's glad for it.

"How about your forehead, then?" She leans up, mirroring Mari's gesture in a soft, lingering kiss.

"Huh? Mine is..." She starts to go on another ramble of hers, but Dia's lips are already moving towards her forehead before she can even finish her sentence, and that nervous energy and her fidgeting hands relax. She's probably just overthinking the whole situation; a change of location or a bump to the head is pretty far from a disaster, of course. Dia isn't going anywhere, the lump in her throat isn't going anywhere, the fire in her belly and the trembling in her thighs isn't going anywhere either--

Still, though, it is their first time doing something like this. And while she's no perfectionist or anything like that, if they're going down this road, she at least wants it to be enjoyable for Dia. As good as the whole thing feels for her, she's still as eager to please as ever.

But the feeling of slender arms around her waist and the warmth of skin on skin puts her trembling at ease. After a passionate few minutes, this is a welcome pause.

"Sorry, if I got carried away there."

"It's not like you to get nervous, Mari-san," Dia tuts, grazing her lips faintly along hairline before pulling back to meet her eyes. She opens her mouth, hesitates, then adds--

"But it's cute."

And she leans in for a quick, flustered peck on the lips, before Mari can make her regret that remark.

"Well-- come on." Withdrawing, she rises to her feet, and offers a hand out to Mari. "Let's be sure we do this properly."

It's a good thing that Dia moves to kiss her, because Mari's eyes practically light up at the comment; if there's one thing that can get her reinvigorated, it's words of praise from her Dia, and that feeling of ease starts to stir and bubble back up into honest excitement.

"Ohhhh, Dia, if you keep saying things like that, you're going to make me swoon!"

Of course she'll clasp onto Dia's hand as she rises to her feet, but Mari can't help but make a whole big production of getting up; there's no way she's hoisting her up like this (a shame, she thinks to herself, but something she'll have to do next time), but she can at least spin her on her hand like they're ballroom dancing and tug her in close as she comes back around.

Which, considering their state of undress, is a bit of a sight for sore eyes, but, leave it to Mari to want to dance her way into the bedroom. No tension here.

"I'm ready when you are, darling!"

"Bwuh-- ah!"

Whumf goes the sound of Dia stumbling right into Mari's arms, sending them both a teetering step back. She's far more graceful than this, of course, even with the unpredictability of Mari's whims taken into account -- but with her pants halfway down her thighs, the attempted twirl has her legs tangling clumsily together, with only Mari to block her fall. A small mercy compared to landing face-first on the floor, but perfectly mortifying in its own right.

"M-Mari-san!" she reprimands, pulling back to straighten herself. Her thumbs hook sheepishly beneath the waist of her pants -- it hadn't occurred to her how utterly ridiculous she must look until this very moment.

"I should... take this off," she concludes, awkward. Well. No smooth way of going about this now: averting her gaze, Dia wiggles one leg free, then the other, focusing only on making the process as swift as humanly possible. When finished, she quickly folds the garment into a neat little square, and leaves it after a moment's thought atop the armrest.

And she clears her throat. "Let's walk normally, please."

If Mari thinks she looks ridiculous, it doesn't quite show on her face; even as Dia reprimands her for making her trip, she can't stop her grin from ear to ear. It was a good try, at least, probably far better than what she can do with pants around her knees!

"What? You were so dashing, I couldn't help myself!"

She's so enthralled that she doesn't even make a face when she sees Dia taking the time to fold her goddamn pants (if only because that's so Dia that it hurts). She does take the time to appreciate her underwear as they start to walk, though, and her curves, too, now that she's almost entirely naked. She hooks an arm right around her waist and pushes her right in as they walk side by side, attached at the hip.

"Those are awfully cute, though..."

Her pointer finger slides its way between the fabric and her hip as they move, tugging just a bit at the elastic before letting it go with a snap.

The snap makes Dia twitch, and she bats at Mari's wrist in reproach.

"Well." Sternly: "Thank you for the observation."

Not that they're new, or anything. Or that she put them on specifically for the occasion, just in case. That would be a ludicrous assumption to make. Just a few steps more -- clunky as it is to make their way over like they're in the world's most leisurely a three-legged race -- and they're at Mari's bedroom, with much more pressing matters at hand.

Like what to do now. Or-- oh, right-- Mari's robe.

Dia points a finger towards it. "Are you going to remove that?"

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"Oh, you mean this silly old thing?" she smiles as she tugs at the fabric of the robe, only just barely doing its job. The thing might as well be there for appearances only, but the knot is still tight, despite how disheveled it is."I thought you would want to do the honors, but, just for you, I'll take care of it myself..."

Which, admittedly, is probably for the best; she's not wearing anything underneath, so Lord only knows what her face would look like if Dia took care of it herself. At least this way, she has a little bit more control as she undoes the knot and just...lets the thing fall.

She's completely bare, for the first time in front of her. And even though she had thought this would be better, she's still...well. Let's not get too frazzled.

"Ta-da~"

"Ah," Dia blurts, jaw hanging slack for a good, solid moment before closing with a click. Of course Mari wasn't wearing anything underneath, she should've been prepared...

It's rude to stare, and it's rude not to say anything, but while the first is awfully difficult to help, she can at least try and amend the latter. Rolling her tongue around in her mouth for a moment, Dia swallows, then squeakily attempts:

"Thank you?"

... It's the best response she could come up with.

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