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[Miku has done this exactly once before, protests about having never gone to a love hotel aside. It was a spur-of-the-moment whim, done with some girl she could remember neither the name nor face of. Her memories of it pass by in a blur, most of it was just things being done to her, and she'd spent a good few days afterwards wondering if it wasn't some elaborate fantasy.

But no, it had happened. Of course, she's making the assumption that if she's done this, surely Luka has. So she lets her take the lead, lets herself be pressed against the door as her lips meet Luka's, kissing back hungrily but otherwise letting the older woman does as she pleases.]

I will. [She gets out, in between kisses.] Same for you. [Her hands tangle themselves in Luka's hair, for lack of anywhere better to put them, and as they kiss she finds more and more silky pink hair wrapped around her fingers.]

[ against her lips, luka lets out a low content chuckle, lips curved in a smile against the kiss. first time or not, luka's sure she knows what she's doing. she usually does, doesn't she?

she moves down, lips pressed against the tealette's skin from the corner of her mouth, then to her cheek, her ear and then down toward the nape of her neck.

luka offers a teasing lick, tongue against skin, then glances up to see the look on her partner's face. ]

[Miku has no idea why a laugh can sound so attractive, but it does, and it gives Miku more confidence in this. If she's finding even her laugh attractive, than yeah, she's probably really in love with Luka. So this is fine.

She lets out an airy sigh as Luka's lips move, fingers curling in Luka's hair. It feels good, being tended to like this, having Luka move so slowly. She hates to keep thinking about it but her first time hadn't had anything nearly as tender as this. She feels loved, to think about it in a cliche way, so when Luka looks up she'll see Miku with eyes closed and a gentle smile.]

I like that. [Probably a needless comment, but she wants to encourage Luka.]

Mm, I'm glad. [ and that's all it takes for her to keep going, urging her to go on. she gives her skin another kiss, then another, and a third before --

she bites down lightly.

the look she's seen on miku face just now excites her, the way her fingers are softly threading through her hair edges her on and her own thoughts and her own feelings lead her on to believe that, despite experience, it won't be needed.

carefully, one of her hands make their way to her hip, then slide underneath her shirt. she pulls her head away, and fingers tugging on her shirt.

she wants another confirmation. she's still too nervous to go on without permission ]

Are you absolutely sure about this? [ -- a beat -- ] I might not be able to stop myself. I don't think I can. [ luka mumbles quietly, cheeks colored pink; she's nervous, only because in her eyes, miku is fragile, gentle and delicate and she can only be mindful of her carefulness for so long before getting lost in something more ]

Edited 2012-12-10 21:06 (UTC)

[Miku tilts her head up, giving Luka more room to kiss, and when she feels teeth she can't help the noise that comes out of her, somewhere between a moan and a squeak.

She nods absently as Luka's hands get bolder, so lost in what she thought was certain to happen next that it takes her a moment to realize Luka has asked her permission.

It's... sweet. Luka cares about her, clearly, and that's enough for Miku to get a warm feeling that isn't related to the hands under her shirt or the fact that Luka's face is only inches from her.]

Luka. [Miku's voice is gentle and about as even as she can manage, but also insistent.] I've never been more sure about anything, so please... [Luka looks so cute like this, and this was the exact opposite of what she'd expected, Luka looking to her for reassurance instead of the other way around, but it's not bad in the least.

She leans in and returns the kiss, lips meeting Luka's for just a second before she pulls away. Her face is flushed, and she's finding it harder and harder to keep her breath even, and when she notices that the pants just get a bit quicker.]

I need you.

[ those three simple words set her off, and luka nods in response -- maybe too furious in the flustering emotions in her head -- and nuzzles her, cheek to cheek.

her heart's beating rapidly, tempted to liken it to butterfly wings while butterflies flutter from one flower to another.

carefully, her hand at the end of miku's shirt tugs up -- she wants it off, tugging it higher and at the last minute luka pulls away to throw off the garment of clothing and toss it to the side. she doesn't particularly care where it lands, so long as one of them finds it later.

she hums, not immediately looking at what is now miku's almost-bare chest, instead the first thing she does is kiss her at the neck again. slow, steady; at the crevice of where her neck and shoulder meet, luka bites there again, rougher than the first time, before moving further down.

letting out an exhale against miku's skin, luka lets go of the arm that's been supporting her against the door and palms one of her breasts. miku's bra is aorable, admittedly speaking, and not able to help herself she giggles to herself. ]

Cute.

[Setting her off was exactly what Miku was aiming for - she wanted Luka, badly, and her chance for a fluffy first time that lasted hours and consisted of nothing but light kisses and lighter touches had passed. It was only once, but she still has experience with this, and...

She wants this to be better than her actual first time.]

Mm. [She leans into the kisses, gasping once more at the bite, teeth brushing against her lower lip as she tries to keep herself from making too much noise. Just for her dignity's sake.

Of course, her dignity gets kind of tossed out the window when Luka pokes fun at her white-and-blue striped bra. Miku pouts, untangling her hand from Luka's hair to push on her head lightly. Very lightly. It's a gesture like she's trying to push her away, but that's the last thing she actually wants. She's just playing along.]

I bet yours are pink, so you can't tease. [She pushes again, voice nowhere near as even as she wants it to be. No way it could be, with Luka's hand on her chest.]

[ she licks her lips. ]

Oh, I wouldn't know about that. If you'd like to check for me, by all means, go ahead. [ luka's not normally very suggestive nor is she of the flirty sort, but she supposes that when it's miku, it's alright to let this kind of side to her be let out once in a while.

she talks like that, but luka can see that this is getting to her. the blush on her face and the tone of her voice all make it obvious. she can't say that she doesn't feel the same way too -- she's well aware that her own cheeks are red, voice hushed and in a whisper, but it's all in good nature. this is a mutual feeling between the two of them.

mutuality is rather nice, she thinks. ]

[She has no idea how she's supposed to think straight, when Luka keeps licking her lips like that. She never thought something like that could be sexy, but it was, so there you go.

The fact that this is all shared between them means she doesn't have to worry about feeling bad for it, anyway. She finds Luka attractive, and Luka finds her attractive. It's kind of an exciting thought, actually. Far too exciting. She has to take a deep breath, and then her hands untangle themselves from Luka's hair, sliding down her body from there - over her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, even her thighs, all the way down to the hem of her skirt.]

If you're offering. [She manages to keep that even, somehow, and then after a second's hesitation she lifts the front of Luka's skirt, slowly, teasing herself as she reveals more and more of her legs. Eventually, inevitably, she winds up looking straight at Luka's underwear.

There's a sight that won't be leaving her mind anytime soon.]

[ her breath hitches; she keeps air in but doesn't let any out, and holding her breath is her way of trying to hide whatever embarrassment she has. luka's okay with the fact that she's being more than suggestive miku, but for her to actually take up the offer...

well, miku hatsune's always full of surprises, as always.

she leans in to kiss the skin above her breast, her hand already traveling back to take a hold of the clasp, then leaves it there.

not just yet. she's using this as a means to ask, "what did you find, and how do you like it?" ]

[Miku spends a second that feels like an hour preparing herself when she feels Luka's hand on the clasp of her bra, feels her lips just above her chest (she wonders if Luka can hear the way her heart is pounding), so when Luka pauses halfway... she feels kind of let down.

On the other hand, the view she's getting more than makes up for it. It's pink, like she'd expected, but so much more mature (and sexier) than her own. Okay, maybe Luka does have room to poke fun. She stares for a second longer, then fumbles around in search of the zipper for the skirt, eventually finding it and hastily pulling it down, letting go of the skirt and watching it drop to the floor, pooling around Luka's feet.]

... You're beautiful. [She finally gets out, after maybe more staring then she should really be doing.]

[ she feels a draft against her legs, and she's feeling just a bit exposed now but... considering their pose now, it could be called fair. after all, she's got miku with her top off, so the drop of her skirt certainly paid for the treat she's gotten from miku.

her fingers on the clasp unfasten it, and she drops her bra to the floor. another piece of clothing gone. ]

You flatter you. [ luka murmurs, ghosts her mouth over the tip of miku's breast and lets out a hot breath against her skin before taking it in her mouth. she sucks lightly, rolls her tongue over her perk nipple ] You don't have to just stare... [ she'll hope that miku will also take part in this, because while it's cute to see her vulnerable under her touch, she'd like for miku to gain a little pleasure from this experience too -- and it's not the pleasure of taking.

the pleasure of giving, perhaps? ]

[Miku leaps at that offer desperately, ragged breaths coming even quicker. Her breath's uneven now, quick gasps mixed with long, deep breaths as she tries to keep herself under control, squirming under Luka's mouth. Even her breath feels warm and invited and pleasurable, and Miku finds herself pressing her own thighs together as she brushes her hand along the inside of Luka's.]

If you say that... I might lose control of myself. You're prepared for that, right? [Miku giggles a little, hand still ghosting along Luka's leg before reaching her underwear, tracing patterns in the fine material. No need to reach under them just yet. She can tease Luka a little.]

Maybe we should get to the bed... [Miku pauses, then tries to seduce Luka a little.] I feel like my legs are going weak on me... [She pauses again, then gets even bolder.]

Could you carry me to it?

Ah --

[ pause.

on instinct she pulls away centimeters from where her lips were and lets out something between a low, throaty moan and a gasp. in the midst of things, even while she's triggered this course of action it's still quite unexpected.

it takes luka a moment to process her words. there's a look in miku's eyes that are suggesting something, and though luka is fairly observant and can read faces pretty well, this isn't something she's used to.

she lets out another breath, stands up straight before going back down to sweep miku off of her feet and carry her in the infamous princess fashion.

to herself, she thinks, world's number one princess at work. ]

Why do I feel like you feel a bit heavier... [ jokingly, she says with a sly smirk on her face. it's not something she jokes about often, but this is their first time and she can't help but add some lightheartedness to this moment ]

[And Miku does exactly as she should when being carried like this, clinging to Luka and burying her head in the other woman's neck. Well, and kissing it. The kissing is new.]

Jeeeeeeerk. [Miku drags out the word, blushing just a little bit more. She's older now, she's gained a couple of inches, that's what she chalks it down to.] Maybe I should be the one carrying you. [But it's too late now - she's already in Luka's arms. Besides, she doubts she could even lift her, much less carry her. Miku has some muscle definition from all that dancing, but she's not exactly a weight-lifter. And Luka probably weighs more than her, since she's taller.

So she just nuzzles up against Luka, still pecking occasionally at her neck as she's carried.]

Or, if you're gonna be like that, I could get you to carry me more.

Edited 2012-12-11 03:28 (UTC)

[ with miku kissing her neck, she finds it slightly difficult to concentrate on walking, not that they would go far to begin with, but considering the state of things right now it's certainly a challenge.

and the challenge is moreso trying to keep steady when she honestly wants to drop miku there so they could continue, but she's proper and she's courteous and she's a bit of a romantic, so getting to bed is top priority. ]

Aren't you taking the title of "World's Number One Princess" a bit too far, Miku? [ with that, luka's legs hit against the side of the bed and, as gently as she can she places miku down onto the sheets. sitting on the edge, luka tucks strands of pink hair behind her ear and messes with her bangs. they'd get in the way anyway, but even in a situation like this, she likes to be presentable... somewhat.

she leans in dangerously close, as close as she was before, where their lips are just barely touching. ]

I might consider it in the future.

It's okay! You can be the princess sometimes. [Miku grins even through her huge blush, kissing and nipping even as she's laid down on the bed. It feels... nice, to be carried and sat down so gently, but a lot of things today have felt nice. She shifts a little, watching Luka mess with her hair, even reaching a hand out to brush some of it with her fingers again.]

... Though you make a nice prince, I think. [Luka's comment earlier wasn't quite right. She is into princes, people with dashing good looks who love and cherish her, she just.... she just likes her princes to be girls.]

[And then suddenly Luka's leaning in again, and she wants to lean up just a bit so that their lips can meet fully instead of just brushing against each other, but she doesn't want to do it when Luka's leaning in too. This close, they might bump heads, or something.]

So... yeah... please do consider it. [Her heart's going at a thousand miles per hour, and suddenly words are really hard to come by.] ... Please. [She isn't sure if she's asking to be carried again later or if she's asking Luka to do something, anything to her right now. Both, probably.]

Would I? [ she's had a few songs where she's acted knightly -- not really a prince, but close, isn't it? a princess, while she does need her prince, needs a knight. someone to protect the princess, someone to be there when the prince can't. ] I think I'd prefer the role of the knight, however. It's a bit more romantic, don't you think?

[ luka places a hand against miku's shoulder, pressing into the flesh lightly as if starting to put force into something ] I shall do what my princess asks of me, as a knight should.

[ the force is used to push miku back against the bed, back to the sheets. climbing on top of her, luka's body hovers. arms on either side of miku's head, pink hair framing her face, she looks down at her. the blush on her face, she's noticed, has grown. it's adorable. ]

What would you like me to do to you? You can ask for anything.

I like both. [A knight is nice, too - like the prince, but with less dashing and more... not harshness, but they're less composed, rougher around the edges.

She's spent a lot of time with these sorts of fantasies, evidently.] So... that's fine.

[Her breath leaves her when Luka climbs on top of her, and if she thought her blush had grown before, she's practically nothing but red right now. All she has on is her skirt and panties, bra and shirt already forgotten, her shoes having been kicked off the moment she walked into the room. Luka's in the opposite situation - her skirt is gone.

And she's. On top of her. She shifts a little, rolling her head to the side out of embarrassment. Staring too long at Luka would be a bit like staring too long at the sun - she'd get hot and the image would stick even when she closed her eyes. Ah, too late, that had already happened.]

Anything? [Miku manages to repeat that, worrying on her lower lip.] ... That's a dangerous offer, dame knight. [She giggles a little to try and keep herself from thinking this is a heavy situation. She fails.]

Uhm. I... could you use your mouth? [She's too embarrassed to get more specific - oral sex, eating her out, she can't really get out either of those phrases. Luka can pick up what she means without them, right?]

Edited 2012-12-11 04:22 (UTC)

[ albeit the request is a bit surprising to her, so suddenly, but that's the word she's used. "anything" means "anything", so there's no way that she'd deny whatever miku has in mind. something like that right away, though...

her breaths are longer, deeper, and she leans in to press her lips against miku's. ] If that's what you'd like. [ she whispers against them, and instead of traveling down slowly down her chest, luka shifts and starts at her stomach. lips against her skin, she kisses her way down to the hem of her skirt, biting along the way and when she gets there, her fingers hook around the fabric of both her skirt and her panties.

without glancing up, she tugs them down and further down, and even further until she's on the floor, on her knees, with miku's legs in front of her.

her eyes glint desire when she looks back up from where she sits, and moving in closer she leans to kiss the inside of her thighs. ]

[Luka's moving quickly, starting at her stomach like that, but Miku supposes it is what she'd asked for. And, embarrassment aside, exactly what she wants. She's found Luka so attractive for so long that she has a thousand ideas and had just stammered out the first appealing one.

She shifts as Luka moves her, squeaking a little and hiding her face in her hands when her skirt and panties go down in one smooth motion, peering down at Luka, who's staring up at her with such passion, through her fingers. But she never asks Luka to stop. Her lower lip trembles in anticipation, hands going from her face to the bed, ready to curl up in the bedsheets at a moment's notice.

She knows she's going to.]

Then... [This is her one chance to make Luka as embarrassed as she is. Or at least set a tone that, princess-and-knight play aside, they're equals.] After this, I want to return the favor.

[ she doesn't stop, even upon miku's words. there's another time to be flustered about such a thought -- miku doing anything to her is enough reason for her heartbeat to increase -- but because it's her moment to really do something for the tealette before her, for her.

luka can already tell that miku's preparing herself, feeling her react against her body. she moves a hand to her thigh, fingers stroking smooth skin, to calm her down. and with every little stroke, luka's kisses get closer and closer to the center.

she doesn't hesitate -- her gut instincts say to go, so she does. she licks once, tasting and trying it out. it's something salty but also sweet, maybe she's only imagining the sweet because that's what she just thinks miku tastes like, but it's definitely both. a second lick, and luka finds that she's comfortable with they way she's positioned and finds that it's perhaps a moment to tease her with flicks of her tongue against her.

all the while, her eyes are still on miku's face,watching her expressions. ]

[Luka's gentle touches do their job of calming Miku down. For the most part. Her breaths are still ragged, her heart still pounding, but she can at least stop and realize that what's happening is a good thing, and there's no reason for her to panic.

That in mind, her face when Luka's tongue finally starts moving is probably a delight. Her eyes go wide for a moment, because it feels better than she could have imagined, and then she screws them shut and leans her head back a little, teeth brushing against her lower lip again as her hands bunch up in the fabric, just like she expected they would.

She spreads her legs eagerly, toes curling, hips moving ever-so-slightly.]

... It feels good. [Understatement of the century.]

[ if verbal encouragements aren't enough, then the reactions she's getting from simple gestures now are surely it.

while she keeps an eye on miku's face, she smiles against her body and continues her movements; flicks her tongue faster and then going back to long, slow licks. in between some, she kisses the skin of her thighs and bites down, nibbling towards the middle again.

she wonders...

luka licks up, then holds herself there. her tongue presses against her, doing nothing more but simply adding pressure. not that luka's had anyone do this to her, but in her own private moments of pleasuring herself she knows that with applied pressure, it feels great. would it be the same for miku? the only way to know would be to try.

after a moment of leaving it pressed, which really isn't too long but she counts seconds as if they're minutes, she presses her tongue further like she would fingers if she's to do this to herself... luka doesn't know if the feeling is the same, but regardless of that, she just wants to know that miku's getting something out of this. ]

[Luka might just be guessing, but to Miku every single action brings her so much pleasure - her breath coming in the quick little gasps after every nip at her thighs, every time Luka's tongue brushes against her - that she considers it proof that the older woman's far more experienced than her.]

Haa... [That was meant to be some sort of sentence, but with how Luka's tongue is pressing against her all she can really do is sigh, gasp, and moan. She didn't know there were so many ways to take a breath until now, and her legs spread even further because she needs more of this, grinding her teeth against her lower lip instead of just brushing.

One of her hands leaves the bed and tangles itself in Luka's hair again, pressing against the back of it with a gentle sort of insistence.]

More... [Ah, she actually got a word out. Go team.]

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