[ Req kisses at her throat again, gentle, and slowly draws her hand back; she looks down from the mirror and down along the curve of Nem's body to watch where her hand disappears into her pants and hums, deeply pleased, her face warm.
and a moment later she shifts, pulling both of her hands back, so she can wedge them under the waistline of those now-loose pants and start to push them down. ]
You can handle that, right...? Lemme help you with this.
[In the mirror the flush over her body spreads as Requiem peels off the slacks and her sodden panties, and she lets out another little shaky sound to commemorate it. She shivers into the feel of Req's cool hands against her hot skin--into the slight buzz of her fingers slip-sliding against her clit. Of course in the mirror it all looks like magic, her pants inching down of their own accord. It kind of feels like magic too, but maybe not quite the same kind.]
[ More magic better magic. She continues to shove her pants down as long as her own arms can reach-- and uses verticality to keep pulling them away, when they can't-- and croon wordlessly against her skin.
and once those pants are off she smooths her hands along the underside of Nem's thighs, spreading them just slightly, and moves one hand to settle, soft and warm, over her metal one again. ]
[Nemesis presses back into Req's touch, spreading her thighs even more--lets the warm weight of Req's hand over hers slide further down, spark electric at her entrance before she pulls the wetness back north with a voiced little shudder]
It's--good...
[It's very good, almost too good. Her hips snap up faster, and her thighs tense, attempt to close around her hand, regardless of the phantom touch. Her other hand drifts from Req's thigh up to her own hip, fluttering as if not knowing quite where to go]
[ Req's grip tightens just a little on her thigh, to keep her from closing them, glancing every so often to the mirror to see the image of her girlfriend spread out and pleasuring herself--
and heaves a hot, shuddering breath, trying to curl against her more and tilt her head to catch Nem's lips, but not quite close enough and presses her own to her jaw instead. And evidently seems fine with that, trailing soft, damp kisses along her. She guides that metal hand again, dips the tips of each of their fingers in against her entrance and presses, a little, before dragging her up again in smooth, repetitious motions. ]
[Her thighs pull back towards each other, partially just to feel Req's grip on her leg, partially to secure those fingertips in place--urge them up closer, more securely against her. Partially because holding still just feels impossible, her skin is just too sensitive to have even that much control.
With a little keening noise, Nemesis turns her head; fails to find Req's lips either. Leans forward, better to grind into their hands--shudders, leaning back to just the brush of their fingers. In the mirror, her hair spills back over nothing, there's only herself shamelessly reacting to the phantom touch. Her free hand comes up to grip at her breast, and she whines again at the feel and the sight of it]
C-can't hold out anymore... I-I'm gonna...
[Even as she speaks, the steady rhythm of her hips begins to falter, going jerky as holding on becomes less and less of a possibility]
[ She hitches a breath, at the words, and presses those buzzing fingers around Nem's clit, stroking purposefully; her own leave own to slide down again, to press the tip of her finger delicately into the welcomingly slick entrance. She looks up at the mirror again-- groans at the sight-- and bows her head, pressing her mouth to Nem's neck with damp, open-mouth kisses and rolling her hips in time with the other girl's motions, grinding up against her. ]
[Nemesis obliges with a desperate sound, and Requiem can probably feel in her wrist when the slight tingle in her hand bumps up a few notches--can surely feel it in the rest of her as her hips rock up and up and up, her whole body pressing into the hands and kisses and everything before finally going tense.
She barely even notices the groan ripped from her as she comes, swept away in the feeling--closes vice-tight around Requiem's finger, the odd twitch around it her only movement for an endless moment]
[ just... whispering it, breathless, as she strokes her through her orgasm, pressing that finger in a little deeper on her next strokes to feel the unrelenting squeeze of those muscles. Her fingers remain tight on her thigh as she twitches, keeping her still against her until those waves of pleasure fade.
... and releases the one hand, without bothering to remove the finger of the other, gently stroking over her skin. ]
[Gradually Nemesis comes back to herself, shakily moving her hand away from her clit despite how it still feels (maybe too) good; despite how she continues to jerk up into Req's finger in small little pulses.
Which all makes it difficult to turn around to get Requiem into a proper kiss, but it doesn't stop her from trying]
[with some effort, lets her go. then clambers over to face her, pressing more sloppy kisses to her lips and chin before just leaning into the crook of Req's neck, still shivering]
[ req's still heated, her whole body hot where it'd be in contact with nem's, but she gathers her in against her, laughing into her hair and stroking along her spine. ]
Right? I can't believe you never tried it on yourself before.
You-- uh. ... you want... that? I mean-- yeah, absolutely, I can do that, I just-- what if you're at home. What if you're in public. What if you're with Hurricane or something.
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and a moment later she shifts, pulling both of her hands back, so she can wedge them under the waistline of those now-loose pants and start to push them down. ]
You can handle that, right...? Lemme help you with this.
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[In the mirror the flush over her body spreads as Requiem peels off the slacks and her sodden panties, and she lets out another little shaky sound to commemorate it. She shivers into the feel of Req's cool hands against her hot skin--into the slight buzz of her fingers slip-sliding against her clit. Of course in the mirror it all looks like magic, her pants inching down of their own accord. It kind of feels like magic too, but maybe not quite the same kind.]
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and once those pants are off she smooths her hands along the underside of Nem's thighs, spreading them just slightly, and moves one hand to settle, soft and warm, over her metal one again. ]
How's it feel, baby...?
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It's--good...
[It's very good, almost too good. Her hips snap up faster, and her thighs tense, attempt to close around her hand, regardless of the phantom touch. Her other hand drifts from Req's thigh up to her own hip, fluttering as if not knowing quite where to go]
M-Marceline... I-- I want--
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[ Req's grip tightens just a little on her thigh, to keep her from closing them, glancing every so often to the mirror to see the image of her girlfriend spread out and pleasuring herself--
and heaves a hot, shuddering breath, trying to curl against her more and tilt her head to catch Nem's lips, but not quite close enough and presses her own to her jaw instead. And evidently seems fine with that, trailing soft, damp kisses along her. She guides that metal hand again, dips the tips of each of their fingers in against her entrance and presses, a little, before dragging her up again in smooth, repetitious motions. ]
Want what, baby...? Tell me.
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With a little keening noise, Nemesis turns her head; fails to find Req's lips either. Leans forward, better to grind into their hands--shudders, leaning back to just the brush of their fingers. In the mirror, her hair spills back over nothing, there's only herself shamelessly reacting to the phantom touch. Her free hand comes up to grip at her breast, and she whines again at the feel and the sight of it]
C-can't hold out anymore... I-I'm gonna...
[Even as she speaks, the steady rhythm of her hips begins to falter, going jerky as holding on becomes less and less of a possibility]
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Come on, Kitty-- turn it up a lil', come for me--
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She barely even notices the groan ripped from her as she comes, swept away in the feeling--closes vice-tight around Requiem's finger, the odd twitch around it her only movement for an endless moment]
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[ just... whispering it, breathless, as she strokes her through her orgasm, pressing that finger in a little deeper on her next strokes to feel the unrelenting squeeze of those muscles. Her fingers remain tight on her thigh as she twitches, keeping her still against her until those waves of pleasure fade.
... and releases the one hand, without bothering to remove the finger of the other, gently stroking over her skin. ]
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Which all makes it difficult to turn around to get Requiem into a proper kiss, but it doesn't stop her from trying]
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... and, eventually, murmur against her lips. ]
How'd it go?
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...Holy shit.
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Right? I can't believe you never tried it on yourself before.
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Yeah, well... Trying it with you was better, for sure.
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Not arguing that.
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But also...uh. I don't do that kinda stuff too often. 'S hard not to think about you, and then it just seems rude.
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goes pretty red, too, once the understanding hits her. ]
... I-I mean. I kinda... like that. The idea of you doing that-- thinking of me...
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[swallows]
You might, uh. Like that?
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Uh, anyways, if you really don't mind, I'll, uh...go for it sometime...
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I mean, don't force yourself if you're not into it? Just saying-- if you're in the mood and no one's around...
[ well, it's not like she's usually not just a text away. but. ]
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[Stays burrowed there for another few moments, then shifts a little]
Uh. But sometimes...you think about me?
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Well, uh. One of the times, maybe you could call and, uh. Let me know. Or, maybe I could, um. Help.
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You-- uh. ... you want... that? I mean-- yeah, absolutely, I can do that, I just-- what if you're at home. What if you're in public. What if you're with Hurricane or something.
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