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[ a continuation of this thread

luka's never done anything like this before; she hasn't gone past kissing, and she's never done it at a hotel.

she's new with sex. not with the idea, but the activity. the feeling. to be quite frank, one could say she's a bit nervous. but she's going with her instincts and she has miku to depend on, so not much could go wrong.

hopefully. ]

If you want to stop, say something. [ and that's all she murmurs, pinning miku against the back of the closed door and pressing her lips up against hers. ]

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[screwtheweather]

[Of course she remembers, how could she forget? She was just a farm girl - she loved music, she loved singing, she loved everything but she'd only sent that audition in to... she wasn't even sure. Make a point to herself? She wanted nothing more in the world than to be a singer but everything around her told her she couldn't do it. Miku wasn't the type to give up easily, but...

It had just seemed impossible. What would she have done if that audition hadn't gotten accepted? What would have happened if she hadn't sent it in in the first place? She never would have made Luka, for starters...]

Me... me too. [Her voice is shaky. Luka of her fantasies, Luka of her dreams, the Luka she'd spent four years admiring and wishing for and loving was right in front of her. Touching herself. Miku desperately wants to reach out to her, because a woman that beautiful shouldn't have to touch herself but at the same time it's the most intoxicating sight imaginable. She could get drunk off it.]

I'm close. I'm really, really, really close. [She repeats it so often because her voice is so shaky, going from quiet to loud and back again. She slows down her pace, fingers barely even moving, clenching her toes to keep herself from just pushing herself over the edge. Every inch of her body is begging for release but Luka had said she wanted to do it together.]

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[ at the sound of miku's shaky breath, the pants and the little moans she hears in a brief silence they share, luka smiles to herself faintly and leans her head against miku's shoulder and nods against her, as a response.

she's nearing the edge, just almost there -- she doesn't want to keep her lover waitingm so her fingers work rougher, more insistent ]

If... those were my fingers in you -- [ she pauses to breath, because she's getting so close -- what would you want me to do to you? To drive you crazy.