soundoftheseas | DIAMARI CATCHALL

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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