unbr8kable | imeeji stuff

Yeah...hope you weren't trying to take that outfit home.

Luckily, cats're known for cleaning themselves, hm? Or you want me to help you with that one, too?

[She waggles her eyebrows even as she blushes dark]

Yeah... kinda jelly.

[ seems disinclined to move for a long moment, smoothing her trembling hands over Nem's arms, before she pushes back and carefully unfolds her legs to stand with a bit of a wobble. She's pretty flushed herself, trying to catch her breath. ]

And me without my toast.

[chases after, hands solid at her hips--ostensibly to steady her, but certainly happy just to touch. after a light squeeze, she brings her hands up to finish undoing the ties down the front of the romper, then runs up to her shoulders to gently push the straps down her arms.

she leans up to press a kiss to Req's chest, or at least as close to her sternum as she can reach without actually getting out of her seat]

[ And happy to be touched; she leans over, supporting herself with one arm against the back of the chair as Nem kisses and peels that costume away, shivering pleasantly and just taking the chance to catch her breath and let some blood get back in her limbs. ]

... you tried using that on yourself yet?

Never thought about it.

[Her voice is distracted, and she continues carefully peeling the costume down her hips, possibly with more care and contact than necessary--most definitely indulgently slow. More kisses follow as well, over her belly and the ridge of her pelvis as the garment slowly comes off.]

[ she exhales softly as she watches, letting her free arm drape over nem's shoulders so she can drag her fingers through her hair. she squirms her legs just a little to make removing those shorts easier. ]

Start thinkin' 'bout it now, then.

Like...right now...?

[she finally finishes with the shorts—seriously, indulgent—guiding them down her thighs—down her calves, to her ankles so Req can discard them as she wishes. Goes for a few more kisses over her hips and tummy and the trailing slickness between Req’s legs. When she presses her face in, it is very warm.]

...That a request or an order?

[ she helps unclip those garters so they don't catch, and ultimately just kicks the shorts aside, settling one knee on the arm of the chair next to Nem as she presses in. ]

Aren't cats meant to be demanding...

[ she mumbles it, still petting her hair, but straightens up a little so she can reach towards that metal arm's wrist. ]

Need help?

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[Nips lightly beneath her navel]

What, you gonna walk me through it?

[That said, she does nothing to resist Requiem's grip on her wrist, only takes a long, shaky breath that does nothing to clear her head with Req's scent right there, intoxicating. She licks her lips, shifts a little in the chair. Pulls her head back to look up at Req cocky, but mostly looks some mixture of pleased and disbelieving and incredibly aroused]

Okay, what's part one of the kitten's demands?

[ a little gasp, softly laughing, and after catching the look in her eyes--

she pushes back off the chair and away from nem entirely, pulling her to her feet with the grip on her wrist. ]

Get up. Take off your shirt.

[Her legs are wobblier than she'd like to let on, but whatever, that's what Stability's for. She hides the flush by pulling the shirt over her head without ceremony, tugging it off her arm and shaking it to the floor in a burst of bravado.

(This doesn't really hide the flush, which now goes up her ears and down her neck, past the thin necklace she always wears, almost to the top of her simple bra. Her nipples jut through the satiny fabric, and she has to make an effort to keep her hands at her sides)]

...'Kay. Now what?

[ She jerks a thumb towards the bed as she heads over herself. Mostly to investigate what nem had pulled out before. ]

Sit, stay. Take a good look at yourself and tell me what you see.

[It's a motley collection--a magical girl-looking wand; a small, finger-sized vibrator that looks like a flattened sort of egg; something ridiculously, unusably large (at least without plenty of practice); something else intended for two.

Nemesis watches Req look them over, and then looks away--looks back up to the ceiling, at the mirror over the bed, reflecting her from above]

...Not much to look at just yet?

Yeah? Funny... Thought I saw a cute blush and even cuter tits but maybe I was wrong.

[ ... wand??? Investigates that a moment before flopping the big dildo over with a snerk. And eventually leaving off of the pile to come join her, sitting beside. With her legs partially spread, still kinda... uncomfortably sticky, but.

She glances up at the mirror. ]

Now THAT'S a beautiful girl.

[there are probably wetwipes various locations and also someone could help with that but]

[Nemesis snorts, flushing and looking away--leans back and flicks her eyes up to the mirror, trying not to look quite so self-conscious]

...Dunno, I don't see her.

So, there anything more to this than just staring at myself?

Clearly not lookin' at the same thing I am.

[ listen, i'm busy here.

Req leans over to press her lips to that bare shoulder, sliding her hand over that metal one and threading her fingers in between Nem's. her other hand drags the back of her knuckles up along her spine, to the clasp of her bra. ]

We'll get there... let's work on getting rid of this, first.

[Nemesis hadn't been doing all that well at playing cool to begin with, but now she shivers with every touch, arches her back at the contact with a small sound. She shifts her legs, too, tense with anticipation; licks her lips. The faint purple glow stays active at her fingertips, and she strokes shaky-slow over the back of Req's hand]

Shouldn't be too hard...?

[ well. No.

She unclips it easily, even single handed, and lets it slip gently down her shoulders as Req's lips press soft and sweet down along her clavicle.

She lifts their hands together, her palm over the back of the metal one, and gently presses it palm-down against her hip to slowly slide upwards. ]

[It's difficult to keep still--she doesn't, really, twitching at the kisses and even the feel of her own leg under her fingers. Req's hand is much more of a muted pressure on the weak sensors over the rest of her arm--something she's aware of, but only just. It's still enough to catch her attention because of who it is and just what it might do]

[ action or lack thereof doesn't bother her in the least; she busies her mouth with leaving small, open-mouth kisses against her skin, drifting upwards to suck gently against her neck and back down again, while her hand guide's nem's metal one. ]

Give a little buzz, baby.

[ she mutters it softly, as she presses up and along, smoothing her palm and fingertips slowly over her stomach and under the edge of that loose bra, to graze her fingertips along the bumps of her ribs. ]

[Nemesis keeps trembling at the gentle sensations, breaths shallow and open-mouthed. Somehow the quick, wispy touches are just as powerful as ones heavy and decisive--maybe moreso, like her body has turned up its sensitivity to match the lighter contact.

It's enough that when she reactivates the slight charge to her hand somehow it's sensitive enough to make herself jolt with surprise, and she sucks in a whine at the feel of her skin, all goosepimpled; at the feel of static over the underside of her breasts. Her legs shift again]

[ Req exhales a long breath at the jolt, and shifts a little, situating her body a little better behind Nem's so she can lean back against her and Req can continue to guide her touch over her own body. This is one of the better reacharounds, eh.

She presses her lips in against her neck, just feeling her racing pulse as she watches the path she's leading Nem's hand on, shivering and pleased at the tingling feel. She shifts her hand just slightly, to press Nem's along the curve of one breast and up to the tip, manipulating her fingers just enough to press forefinger and thumb in a gentle squeeze up along her nipple. ]

[That earns another full-body jerk, shuddery cry muffled as Nem bites her lower lip hard. She is generally sensitive to begin with, plus being so worked up already and adding in the buzz of her hand makes it a lot. The fact that she isn't controlling her hand makes it even more intense, just the dull, ghostly sensation over the metal--the familiar warmth and scent and feel of Requiem behind her, though even this is more intense than usual, with feathers brushing against her shoulders and bare breasts pressing into her back.

Nemesis arches into the calculatedly gentle press of her hand, and then back against Requiem behind her, and then forward again with another shaky sound. Eventually she reaches back blindly for Req's leg with her free hand; not exactly grounding, but certainly worse things to try and hold onto]

[ Requiem shifts a little under that touch-- presses closer so she can feel the warmth of Nem's hand better against her leg. Not that she isn't warm as well, at this point, her whole body heated and flustered and eager and working herself up again with every shiver along Nem's spine, every sharp breath.

She has Nem's hand continue to massage the soft flesh for a moment, swap to the neglected side and delicately drag those tingling fingertips over that stiff peak, as she presses some more distracted little kisses along her neck. She wraps her free arm around Nem's middle-- squeezes briefly, affectionate-- before smoothing her hand palm-flat down along the inside of her clothed thigh with purpose. ]

[The thigh twitches under her touch but opens readily, and Nemesis gives an encouraging sound at the back of her throat, presses further into all the intoxicating touches, head spinning much more than that one drink could ever have prompted. Peeks up to the mirror, where there's nothing but herself, laid back, flushed, legs and mouth parted as she squeezes at her chest, arches up into nothing. She goes darker at that; squirms self-consciously, cheeks hot as the fire at her core; makes another whine]

Marceline...

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