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[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.

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[ 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.]

[ to say the least, the sounds she's hearing are certainly pleasing; they're enough to make luka herself go crazy, but she reminds herself that she needs to stay composed, you know, to keep some pride.

luka can't possibly lose her cool here.

she takes another moment, gives her tongue another little push, swirls it in a circle, then back the other way. her movements are slow, and luka drags them out as long as she can. she figures she'll keep miku on the edge a bit.

when she hears "more", she stops, pulls away an inch and lets out a breath against her. she moves closer, arms hooked around her legs, lips pressing against her flesh again and, smirking into the folds, she kisses her and slips her tongue in.

in, out, in, out. ]

[Unlike Miku, who's lost all the cool she's ever had in her entire life. Which isn't really much, but still.

Miku's hand grips Luka's hair even tighter, hopefully not tight enough to hurt but Miku's long past the point of being able to control things like that. She's a bundle of nerves and reactions, and every slow movement of Luka's tongue makes her squirm, filled with sensation yet desperate for more.

Thankfully Luka actually listens to her, and that slow teasing doesn't last forever - she might have gone even crazier, otherwise. She moans, long and loud, and in the increasingly tiny part of her mind that isn't just repeating the words 'oh god' or telling her how attractive Luka is smirking and licking and looking up at her or doing anything at all, she wonders how thin the walls are here. This is 'that' sort of hotel, but it didn't exactly seem well-made or high class.

Then that thought slips away as Luka starts moving her tongue in and out, and she moans once more, toes and fingers both curling, wrinkling up the bed sheets and messing up Luka's hair.]

Please, more, more... [She's shamelessly begging by this point.]

[ her hands keep miku's body steady, face buried between her legs. it's one thing to be grateful for the reactions she's getting, but it's another when she's trembling so much. luka kisses her there in between her movements.

she doesn't imagine that the hotel's walls are very thick, considering the way the hotel is decorated and the feel it gives off; admittedly it probably gives off the seedy look, but so far no one's disturb them and nothing has gone wrong, so at least the hotel serves its purpose.

luka feels her hair being tugged on, pulling her closer than she already is and feels that this is definitely getting miku somewhere. she repeats the process: in and out, in and out, in and out, then she stops. as much as she can she takes as much of her flesh in with her mouth and breaths in, sucks at her body once, twice, a third time --

she hasn't taken her eyes off of miku at all this entire time, intently looking at her to see the faces she makes, hear the sounds she makes, feel with her eyes the pleasure she must be feeling. ]

[Miku is thankful for the hands keeping her steady, if nothing else - she might have shaken herself right off the bed and that would have completely ruined the mood, yes.

Even if someone does hear them, it's just... it's just moaning, she finally decides. The hotel is cheap but it exists solely for this purpose, she doubts anyone would pay it any mind no matter how much they heard. She'd try to keep her voice down anyway, out of embarrassment, but that's such a lost cause she decides to let it go, moaning freely and desperately.

The hand on the bed comes up to cover her face out of embarrassment, palm across her face and fingers spread wide, and then when Luka starts to suck she finds the hand quickly moving to cover her mouth, sucking on a finger to save her lower lip from any more teeth marks.]

I'm close, I'm close, keep going... [Her hips jerk a little. Luka hasn't been doing this for that long but already she can feel herself approaching a peak. Maybe it's because she's wanted this for so long, or maybe she's sensitive, or maybe Luka's just really good at this, but more than likely it's all three of those things. She's got nearly a deathgrip on Luka's hair now, only barely remembering to hold herself back.]

[ the sucks come one another another, the next harder than the last one. her hair is matted against her face, bangs falling into her eyes and locks of hair falling over her shoulders. and not to mention the fact that miku is still pulling at it, and while it leaves room for a bit of pain, luka doesn't mind it. it just makes her more eager.

she can see her squirming, and while her hands are holding her still she's still shaking. she sees her hand over her face, clearly a sign that luka's doing something right. it's hard to now, but she's smiling on the inside. it pleases her that she knows she can have this affect on miku. she sucks once, then licks down, and back up.

suck. lick down. lick up. repeat. ]

Don't hold back, okay? [ she tells her, in between her actions. ]

[Even if she wanted to hold back, she probably couldn't. Luka's driving her crazy, and when she starts mixing the two together - sucking and licking in equal measures - the response Miku was trying to form just turns into a long groan, losing herself in the bliss of the moment.

She gets closer every second, leaving as many teeth marks on her finger as on her lip, and she throws her head back to look up at the ceiling just because she can't handle looking at Luka. She's far, far too pretty like this, with her hair all wild, her lips curled up into what seems to be a permanent smirk as she... works.

She tries to warn Luka but all that comes out is another long groan, and then, without any real fanfare (but she can practically see stars behind her closed eyes), she comes, feels herself tighten around nothing over and over and over again, and it and the groan that comes with it keep going, for far longer than she would have expected. It's only seconds but it feels like she spends an entire day there, every possible part of her body clenched or curled or closed - the groan's coming through clenched teeth, her hips thrusting upwards constantly and desperately, and then a moment later she collapses back onto the bed, her hand leaving Luka's hair to cover up her face. Out of embarrassment. Because she knows Luka's grinning like the cat that got the canary, she just knows it.]

Haa... don't say... anything...

[ release.

that's what luka's seeing in front of her right now. the arch of miku's back, the way her teal hair falls behind her, the clench of her hands and the tightening of her muscles in her legs... she sees it all. she watches her, just as she's been doing, with that smirk on her face.

even like this, she's cute. that face she makes makes luka desire her more.

she licks at the liquid between her legs, slow and sensually -- she might as well make a show of it, right? she kisses her there, then makes her way up, from her thigh to her navel, to her chest, her neck and collarbone (where she stops briefly to nibble there, bite even) then kisses the corner of miku's mouth. she's hovering over her again.

supporting herself with just an arm, she brings the other up towards her face, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth of the liquid that she's so pleasantly cleaned up for miku.

teasingly, of course. she's giving miku this look, something between suave and sexy. ]

I won't, I think you've said enough for the both of us.

[Oh, God.

Luka's so attractive that her doing... that, licking and smirking and kissing and licking and even that bite has Miku on edge - she even thrusts her hips up again into thin air, actually whimpering.

She wants Luka. She wants Luka so badly that it hurts, and this isn't helping at all.]

Je... jeeeeeeeeeeeeeerk... [She drags out the word again, weaker this time, burying her face in her hands to hide the ever-present blush.] When I catch my breath, you're gonna say more than I ever did... [But right now her limbs all feel like weighted jello, and all she can really think is 'gosh, Luka's pretty.' She at least manages a pout that's probably far more adorable than she meant it to be.]

Are you sure about that? [ finished with her show, that hand that's at her mouth picks up a lock of her hair, teal wrapping around her finger. it's soft, just as she expects it to be. miku's always been known for having nice, well kept hair. the color is also pretty against her skin, especially in this kind of lightning.

and general setting, to be honest. on her back, hair sprawled out behind her and her hands at her face, the blush across her cheeks... it's all part of something she's caused, and that gives her a sense of satisfaction. she likes that she's the reason miku's like this.

(she hopes that she won't lose so much composure if -- when miku does the same to her, but that comes when it comes)

letting the lock of hair fall from her hand, luka leans down to kiss her pouting lips. ] Maybe I should do that again? You look adorable. [ against her lips she smiles, no longer wearing that smirk she's been showcasing for most of their time together. it's a kind, gentle smile that says tenderness, rather than playfulness. ]

Definitely... [Miku's slowly starting to feel like she has bones again, even if she lets out a low moan in the back of her throat at just the touch to her hair. Her hair is soft and pretty and well-maintained because she loves her hair, and so even if it obviously can't really bring her any pleasure just having it admired like that - so seductively, so meaningfully - brings her a sort of mental pleasure.

Granted, everything Luka does brings her some sort of pleasure, at this point. She returns the kiss sluggishly, trying to get used to moving around again.]

If you... [She isn't even sure what 'what' is, the eating out or the seductiveness, and she isn't sure if she means right now or later, but no matter what she can't get herself to say no.] If you want to... [And she returns the smile, too. Teasing and joking aside, embarrassment aside, they're here, doing this, because they want to be. Because they want to make each other happy.]

But whatever you do is gonna get paid back twice. [She means it, too.]

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