[ Everything is a challenge, if you spin it the right way. Yumeko's figured that one out over the course of her life, and after having pinned down the type of person she is. In contrast to someone like Ikishima, Mary is the kind of person she likes, the same as she does Suzui and Itsuki. They're her people. But Mary is the rational, if still fierce, other half that balances her out. That comes to her rescue. That will scheme with her just as much as she'll temper her.
In this particular case, she wants to see if she'll scheme with her. If she'll go along with the idea, the gamble that she's placing on their shared table. Their bank accounts could look better, if they had sex - and she doesn't think that the authorities here can tell if you're fucking your pet or not, just know that you're having sex, somehow - but at least the casinos keep it just cushioned enough that they're not in danger of being kicked out of the tower, or losing the pet contract.
Which is what got them in this position, in the first place. Yumeko had overheard people talking about their contracts, elites that were native to this place, and it'd been... educational.
But that thought leaves her head when Mary agrees, and.
She perks and claps her hands together in front of her, smile beatific as Mary marches off to the bathroom like the ojou she's been working to make herself into. But, she also needs to change - after all, her underwear is lacy and cute, but it's certainly not what she would consider sexy. Besides, they should both change, so that it's fair!
So Yumeko unfolds from where she's seated, leaning in to dig through the box until she finds her own lingerie to put on. It's not that hard to differentiate, given that she's so much bigger than Mary, but regardless. She strips nice and easy while Mary changes in the bathroom, humming to herself. There's a lot of stark, dramatic colors for choices, but red suits both of them - pale skinned, a compliment to their figures, drawing out the colors of their eyes.
She snaps a strap into place, and looks down at the garterbelts with a little frown, a tiny uuu leaving her, before she unattaches them from the panties. There's no time to get stockings or garters to attach them to!
Later, maybe.
But she looks up again when Mary comes out, and her expression breaks out into that of pure sunshine. ] Mary-san, you look so beautiful! I knew that would be a good choice! [ And without any hesitation, she scoops up something from the bed and skips up to her. They're of a height, so all she has to do is tip forward to kiss her, chastely, on the tip of her nose, as she goes to put a glistening crown atop her head. ]
[ jesus. that pure expression coupled with the less than pure situation is going to give mary whiplash at this point. she grumbles a little at the compliment, not quite pouting but not gushing under it either, still nice and red. yumeko even gets a wide eyed, surprised look at the sweet little kiss on her nose for just a second before she shakes it off.
as usual, she's being accosted, but mary's at least kind of used to it at this point, even if her first instinct is to still put her hand directly on her face and shove her away for getting so touchy. that's the point of all of this, isn't it? to touch each other?
...jesus.
either way, she does duck her head for the crown (and does not look at yumeko's cleavage, even if the temptation is real.) once it's settled into place, she reaches up to touch it, the pretty diamonds on the tiara twinkling in the low light of yumeko's bedroom.
and...yeah. that'll suit her just fine. she huffs, adjusting it carefully between her pigtails, and leans back a little, her hands on her just slightly wider hips. yumeko's a fucking knockout, of course, something mary is definitely not jealous of, not even a tiny little bit, and it makes some of that familiar heat stir up a little further in her stomach.
(they haven't even started yet. get it together, mary.) ] Yeah, yeah. Of course it is, I look good in anything.
[ finally letting her gaze fall back on her, she reaches over and tugs a little bit at one of her bra straps. ] You look good.
[ It could always be worse. It could always have been more than that, could've been the typical level of contact - Yumeko has tried to kiss Mary's cheek before, has wrapped her up, has curved her hand against the delicate swell of her chest from behind as she hugged her. No, this is small and innocent, in complete contrast from what she's proposed they do.
Challenged that they do.
Yumeko clasps her hands in front of her after the crown is on Mary's head, delighted with the fit of everything. Her cheeks are a little flushed still, largely from delight, but there's a little bit of warmth from the heat that's building up from her gut and into her chest. She's giddy with it, the same desire that comes from sitting at the table when the cards have been dealt and the bets have gone down. That's where they are, standing at the edge with the promise of a drop no matter how things go.
This is a good gamble. ] You do, though, it's true.
[ Her eyelashes flutter a little with the tug, like she's about to blink in surprise, but all she does is look down at where the strap is being tugged. It jostles her chest a bit in the process, unsurprisingly, but she just looks up and smiles at her. The gentleness is there still, but it's less beatific now, less sweet and simple. A little more knowing. ] Thank you. I was hoping you'd like it.
[ another thing about yumeko--she's really very honest when she wants to be. i was hoping you'd like it she says, as easily as breathing, as if there's nothing totally weird about this situation. just two girls standing in a room in sexy underwear with a box of what are basically toys in between them. the whole thing is so utterly ridiculous it makes mary want to bury her face in her hands.
she doesn't, though. she just regards yumeko as coolly as she can in this situation, watching her expression as any good gambler might do. there's nothing but honesty in it--although mary's no fool, she's sure she has a hundred tricks up her sleeve.
...not that she's wearing sleeves.
god. okay. with a little huff, mary tosses her head a bit so her pigtails flip back over her shoulders and out of the way, puffing up just a little bit. she's not shy, not really, but it feels like they're standing on the edge of a now what, waiting for the dealer to pull the next card, to give the result. ]
How long have you been thinking about this? [ it's not accusatory, but she does want to know--and mary's awfully good at getting directly to the point when necessary. she's gotten pretty decent at reading yumeko since their very first match together, after all, and she's way more than that pretty, pretty face.
...not that mary thinks it's that pretty, or anything!!! ]
[ Yumeko does blink, then, with the question, a quick and innocent one-two-three of a thing. As if there's nothing to her motives, no wish to put all of her chips in, no desire to reach out and touch Mary, if only because she can despite the fact that she's not allowed to. Nothing has stopped her in the past, between Mary's rough exterior and just who they are. Two girls aren't supposed to want to touch each other like this, right?
She doesn't care. She can like the idea of it, like touching another girl, if she wants to. Nothing is going to stop here, and there's rarely anything that can get in her way in the first place. After all, she had to be poisoned to really be taken down a peg - even being made into a pet didn't stand in her way. ]
A while. [ The answer is simple, and comes easily. Her hands drop down, and she tilts her head a little again, unintentionally coquettish in the process as she puckers her lips that tiny bit. ] Probably when we first signed the contract.
[ All of those rules and rules and rules. Don't sleep with your pet, don't touch your pet, your pet can't do this, shouldn't do that, can be punished for this and that and anything. Yumeko reaches out, taking the hand that her ring is on, her own thumb tracing the edge of the cool, black surface thoughtfully. The gesture is tiny, but it feels intimate, especially when they're both practically laid bare like this. ] It was when I started considering all of the rules and laws in place, and what that could mean for us.
[ yeah, that's about what she expected. still, it's not like it's not startling--mary can say she's never--
well...
okay, maybe that's not the point. the point is that mary has spent so much time despising her time as a pet here in tanagura that she hasn't really thought about much else, even when they are constantly surrounded by embarrassing, horrible things. she's pretty sure suzui or itsuki would have died by now just trying to play in the casino, where the androids touch her shoulders and her hair and strip poker is practically the most popular game at the tables. sex was (always) on the table, and mary's bet it once or twice too, if only because she knew she wouldn't lose.
but this isn't like that. this is a different gamble entirely, taking one on with the girl who destroyed her and then helped build her right back up, who continues to amaze (and often horrify) mary at every other turn. it figures, yumeko would be into this just because she hates the rules.
her nose wrinkles as she reaches out and takes her hand. the thumb ring is cool and familiar, and she had snarled if you ever use this thing on me i'll make you regret it for the rest of your life when they first got it, but now it just gives her goosebumps, to have such a thoughtful, gentle touch. it's absurd for her to be feeling like a giddy little schoolgirl, and she swallows back any of her nerves to try and act as cool as possible, tilting her head up to look down her nose at her. ]
What it means for us is that I'm not anyone's damn pet. [ she practically spits the word out--it's a title, a name only, a name she hateshateshates, and she'll make it clear at every turn, even when they're deeply considering breaking the rules.
in fact,that's why she brings it up. ] If I can make this more of a sham than it already is, then it's fine.
Of course you're not. [ It comes out chirped, but immediate. ] No matter what anyone here says, Mary-san is hers and no one else's.
[ Because Yumeko has thought that, of her own situation, of Mary's, or Tsubomi's. Of any pet's. They're only a pet if they've resigned themselves to that fate, and Jabami Yumeko has never had any interest in being anyone's anything - she is her own, and she will stay that way, no matter the situation, no matter the person in question. Every choice she makes is for herself, and for her people, as few as they are at Hyakkaou. Here, in Amoi - in Tanagura - it's her and Mary, and the people they've made acquaintances with.
But they can only count on them.
Her eyes stay on Mary's face, and she continues to hold her hand, watching her even as she looks down her nose at her. Not that she isn't used to that, either. She just lets it roll off her back like water off a duck, corners of her mouth curling up sweetly, her head still tilted to the side, thoughtful. And then her expression breaks out into a smile, and while it's delighted, it's... darker. Without hesitating, she takes a step closer to Mary. ]
Don't worry, we'll show them what it means to challenge us like this. [ There's no hesitation when she leans in to kiss her properly, either, soft lips pressed to soft lips, her eyelashes fluttering again as she closes her eyes. ]
[ a part of her wants to say something rational about this--somehow she's become yumeko's conscience, which is bizarre, but what kind of challenge is this supposed to be! she doesn't get much of a chance to protest or comment, because the next thing she knows, yumeko's gone right ahead into the deep end and kissed her.
a lady never tells how many people she's kissed, but mary's number is at a neat, round zero, so it's a little surprising in more ways than one. she makes a little noise, an mmpht noise as her thought process fizzles off like a sparkler in a wet puddle, hard to focus on literally anything but yumeko is kissing me right now.
jesus christ. she has a reputation to uphold here, and she can't just turn into some dumb blushing maiden pet, especially in this situation. though she doesn't physically square her shoulders, mary does perhaps mentally do so as she lets her eyes shut too and takes control of the kiss, pushing forward a little bit and tilting her head properly to the left to make up for the room for another person. she doesn't exactly know what she's doing, but hey--if her time at hyakkaou is any indication, mary is a very fast learner.
besides, what fun is a gamble if you don't up the stakes? if her perceptions about yumeko are at all right (they are), then mary knows if nothing else, a little pushback will just make her get into it more.
[ There's something rational about all of this, to Yumeko. In her own head, maybe, but if she were to explain it, it'd probably make more sense. The challenge, here, is that they've put them in these roles. Mary is every bit the ojou that she's been working to shape herself into, and that's the position she belongs in, not a pet. Yumeko... she doesn't really care what position she's in, so long as she can use it to her advantage.
And she's using her standing as an elite to her advantage. In this case, she figures that if they do this, it's only the foundation of something greater. A stepping stone, as it were. Breaking this rule is only the first rule they'll bend to their will.
Which is interesting, in a way - she hasn't kissed anyone before, either. But she decides, as Mary pushes forward, that she likes it. She likes the softness of Mary's mouth, the press of control from her friend. So she brings her other hand up, still holding to Mary's with the other, and touches her face, gentle and delicate at first. It's easy to fall into this, though, especially with the stakes being raised.
Responding is just a one-two step that follows: she parts her lips a little bit, tongue just barely teasing out. That's something people do when they kiss, right?
Either way, they'll figure it out. Yumeko is all about exploring every possibility. Gamble or not. ]
[ mary's definitely decided that she likes it too. she hasn't ever really cared that much about boys, too concerned with building up her image--and, well, taking the boys out at any number of games of her choosing, and sometimes of theirs--to want to chase. besides, none of the boys at hyakkou are even interesting. not even suzui, who is really too much of a wallflower for mary's taste.
but this, this is different. this is good. yumeko's always been intriguing, if frustrating, amazing if airheaded, and there's a brief, slightly hysterical thought that passes over mary's head that's something along the lines of oh my god, i think i'm a lesbian, but she shakes it off to continue to go right ahead and pursue the goal.
being called a 'pet' just makes her want to take control more than ever. if the tables will get turned--if yumeko inevitably pulls out a trump card--there's not a chance in hell that mary's going down without a fight. she opens her mouth into the kiss the moment yumeko does, her hands reaching out to her waist just for something to grab onto as she delves into her mouth, cheeks flushing a little with the exertion of it. they're just standing here--she should probably be cold, but mary's dizzily sure she's never been hotter in her life. ]
[ With her responsibility to her family - or what remains of it - and her addiction, Yumeko has never pursued anyone, herself. She's been pursued, surely, but she hasn't done it herself, and has had no interest in it. Those boys that'd tried to pressure her into stripping, she'd meant it when she said they weren't her type, but at the time... maybe she wasn't sure what that actually meant.
Now, though. Now she's got it figured, because she likes this. Likes the touch of Mary's fingers against her waist, and each brush of lips as they kiss. She likes the warmth that rolls off her body with the two of them so close.
When Mary's tongue brushes hers, a hot, wet slide, Yumeko makes a soft noise in the back of her throat. It's a little surprised, but not in a bad way. She just presses closer in response, lips parting further as she meets her every step of the way, now chest-to-chest. There'll be a trump card, eventually, but for now... now, she's just along for the ride, figuring out the rules of this particular gamble until she twists them to her own use. ]
[ yumeko's awfully soft. it's probably a weird thing to be thinking right now, but that's what crosses mary's mind as she presses up against her. she's all soft skin and fucking perfect curves, and if mary was the type to feel inadequate in the looks department, this would definitely be where it came into play. there's only a little give from their chests pressed together, and though mary's brow furrows inscrutably, she'll just take that as incentive to take another step forward in this.
if yumeko's going to let her take the lead, good. mary's just fine with that.
still, she doesn't really want to stop kissing her. her hands move up from her waist to her upper arms as the kiss gets more and more intense, all hot and wet and messy, making the curl of heat in mary's gut intensify a little. she takes the distraction when she gets it, and uses her newly moved hands to give yumeko a shove down, throwing one of her thighs over her lap and then the other, until she can get settled there.
it causes a break in the kisses and mary takes a second to assess, quick golden eyes narrowed, thinking, before she tosses one of her pigtails back over her shoulder and dives back in, this time with a sharp little nip to her lower lip before her tongue touches the spot. ]
[ Maybe Mary is smaller than her, at least when it comes to her chest, but that doesn't change anything. Her hips are fuller, her fingers clever but small, and everything about her remains soft, something she wants to wrap herself up in and press ever closer to. A thought occurs to her, when she feels a brush of her hair against her hand, but Mary moves before she can act on it out of curiosity.
Not that she's complaining. She makes an actually surprised sound, tiny and at the back of her throat, when they're moved, but she has no complaints. Instead, her thighs spread, giving Mary more support as she blinks up at her. Her near-red eyes simply focus on her gold, patient but intent, focused, waiting on the very edge for the next card to be dealt.
They close after, with the nip, and her hands both come up to cup Mary's face as she chases after the touch of her tongue. A little, catlike brush of them together, before she goes to kiss her properly again. ]
[ hmm... that little noise was pretty cute. for what it's worth, yumeko is cute, sometimes, when she's not being annoying. mary's definitely at least thought it in passing up to this point, though if she had to pick--not that anyone's asking--her favorite would be the yumeko she sees in control during a game, unflappable and brilliant. she's still a mystery sometimes, but mary's sure that anyone with eyes would like that yumeko the best.
...maybe. maybe she's a little biased, having been both pinned under that gaze and a part of it. maybe that's the reason they're friends, because mary gets just as intense when she's playing, becomes the ojou she's always wanted to be when her cards are just right.
it was good to jump back into the kiss--didn't really leave any time for her to get embarrassed--and mary settles in her new spot fairly comfortably, legs spread across her thighs, knees touching the bed on either side. here, she can feel the warm heat of yumeko's body, the scratch of some of the lace on her underwear, and it's definitely an improvement over standing. the angle makes it easier to kiss her too, and she ends up tilting yumeko's head back just a little to kiss her properly. ]
[ It won't take long for her to become that Yumeko, to be honest. She sits at the tipping point of it, now, but she likes this, too. She likes Mary taking control in the way that she always does, trusting her to it now in this different situation, the same way she's trusted her in the past. They work together well, feed into each other, off each other, cyclical and supportive.
Even if Yumeko drags her into situations. It makes it so much easier for her to fall into this. The intensity that builds up, the same way it does in a game. Sitting like this now means she can feel every scratch of lace, and brush of fingers, of hair and skin. And it's good, builds up the fire in her gut that spreads through her.
After a moment, she just goes with her instincts, as she always does. Her hands slide from her face and into the hair at the back of her head, outside of her pigtails, fingers curling into it. They're not so far along that she could pull it and know she'd get a good reaction, though, and even passively she knows that. So she focuses on the kiss, letting her tilt her head back without any protest. Besides, it makes it easier, and she hums sweetly into it, back arching forward. ]
[ the hand in her hair feels pretty nice. mary's keenly aware of the way she's moving and the way she's reacting, ever observant of, well, everything, but she doesn't stop it. rather, it's almost like she's anticipating something with it--there's a visceral inward reaction of pull my hair please that startles her a little. that's fine. she can ignore it for now, as she gets comfortably resettled and swipes her tongue across the seam of her lips to open her back up again.
from where they're settled, it feels perfectly natural for her to roll her hips forward, and mary can't help the corners of her mouth twitching up into a smirk as she does so. she doesn't need to be a rocket science to know what works, and besides--she keeps calling every turn, keeps upping the ante to see how far they're going to take this. there's the risk of getting caught, the risk of changing something about their friendship (if you can call it that) (you can, though mary likes to pretend you can't)--all of that stacks up as mary makes her bold moves forward, playing this just like a game.
she's always been that way. never conservative with her bets, always willing to go the extra mile to ensure her victories. it was why yumeko had been such a shock to the system when they first met--though, perhaps a shock that she needed.
so, when yumeko's back arches, her hips roll forward, grinding down against her and pressing their torsos together. her fingers curl just a tiny bit where they're settled, as she aims to kiss her nice and deep. game on~ ♥ ]
[ With the kiss being the way it is, Yumeko could probably get lost in it. Her lips part easily, and she gets right back into the sloppy, heated kiss, a languid thing that she basks in and returns as good as she gets. To say that she can't keep up with someone, even when they up the ante, would be a bald-faced lie. Does she lag behind a little, sometimes? Sure, but in this case...
She's keeping pace with Mary, with every new thing that they do and try.
There are things, in Yumeko's collection, that would facilitate the bump and grind, the friction, of their hips. She holds that at the back of her mind, a different sort of trump card that she could either use now or save for later. She's not quite sure yet. But for now, she digs her toes into the plush carpet of her bedroom and uses the balls of her feet to give her purchase, letting her rock up into each downward motion of Mary's hips. It feels good, a slow burn that adds to the already existing one.
But what she does do is curl her fingers tighter into the soft strands of her hair, pulling a little unintentionally. A test, as it were, as she goes from what little of the sweet and innocent seeming girl that remained to the wild thing that takes over with every gamble. ]
[ it's not surprising that yumeko keeps pace. sure, maybe half of the time she's a cheerful airhead, but mary knows her so much better than that. she's one of the few who can now say she's been on both sides of the table with her--defeated and teamed--and she knows that yumeko is dangerous. it's like being in a cage with a fairly docile panther. in the end? she's still a panther.
is she dangerous to mary? not anymore. they work together now: even if mary hasn't admitted her goal--to overthrow the president herself--she'd be shocked if yumeko hadn't already figured it out. they're terrifying together, and there's even a bond of trust that's been built between them. do everything mary-san says, yumeko had said, in their last literal game of life or death. suzui fell into her charisma, and mary followed not a moment later.
whatever. she tries not to think about it too much. she's going to try not to think about making out with her too much either--just focus on the way it feels. the dig of yumeko's feet into the floor makes her grind up into her, and it's slow and warm and good. it's not that gets her, though.
mary can't stop herself--when yumeko pulls on her hair, she makes a noise into her mouth, her brow furrowing. she'd like to say it's a "stop that" but in reality it's a "please keep going". ]
[ One could say everything about Yumeko is thinly concealed danger, if only because she herself seeks it out actively. She's not like - ugh - Ikishima, although some comparisons could be made. But, still, she seeks it out, to the point that the risk has soaked into her entire person. Even those that she calls her friends can find themselves being dragged into the undertow with her as she walks willingly into it. Docile as she may often be, there's still teeth there.
Teeth she sinks in, now, albeit gently. She catches Mary's lower lip in the kiss, experimental with it. The same way the tug on her hair is, and -
Oh.
There's a curious noise in response to Mary's own, and she secures her fingers a little more to give a better pull. Just to see if that was the cause, and if another will get it again. A process of curious elimination, and pressing every button within her reach just to see what they all do. ]
[ uh oh. that little curious noise? mary doesn't trust it, not one bit, and she rightfully shouldn't. yumeko ends up securing her fingers in her hair, and she's expecting it when she tugs, but that doesn't stop the jolt of warmth and heat that shoots right down her spine when she pulls.
mary makes another noise, aborted but definitely there. her hands curl uselessly at the the air, as there's nothing to really grab onto, before she drops one onto her shoulder, briefly considering something more than that but--definitely chickening out. instead, her nails leave a little, tiny crescent in her skin, and mary exhales, pulling away a little bit from the kiss to give yumeko a look.
is is going to do anything? no. is she going to do it anyway? yep. ]
[ Truthfully, Mary's got the right idea. Yumeko perks when she gets that second, shorter noise, and the bite of nails in her skin. It sends a thrill from her gut to her groin, and she shifts where she's seated, like going to the very edge of the bed will give her the purchase she needs for more. ]
Was that the right thing, Mary-san? [ She asks it with the tone of someone that knows very well that they did the right thing, and her expression backs it up easily, honed in on her like the very predator she is. Her eyes are the strange mix of dark and bright that they can often get, pupils dilating but full of a spark.
Her hands don't leave her hair, and instead she uses her grip to tilt her head back, leaning forward to kiss under her chin. ]
Bi-- [ "bite me", she starts, but mary wisely reconsiders that one, mostly because it gives her a mental image of yumeko's teeth sinking right into her neck. not that that would be bad thing, but rather because it might be too good.
besides, the pull on her hair steals her breath. mary inhales, a bit surprised at the total turn on the gesture is--her eyes shut and she makes a little noise, half of a whine when her head is forcibly tilted up like that by the hair.
she can very quickly see herself losing control of this situation. she exhales, a quick breath to try and center herself again, and her hips roll down against hers, this time on purpose. ] Don't look so cocky.
[ It is a wise decision, in the long run - Yumeko would take it as a demand, instantly, as much as she would take it as a challenge. Not that it'll keep Mary safe forever from the image coming true, but, regardless, she's safe now as she watches everything play across Mary's face from the position she's in.
The second that she rolls her hips down, though, it's Yumeko's turn to react. Her eyes flutter again, and she bites her lower lip, fingers flexing where they're curled snug and firm but so very gentle regardless, because that... it feels so good, even if she's certain it's not quite enough.
She figures they'll fix that soon enough, and giggles breathlessly at both Mary's face and her words. ] I promise I'm not. I just want Mary-san to feel good, too.
[ jesus. it's just like yumeko to be utterly cool and collected in this situation--though, mary's seen her lose it over something a lot less sexual than this, so maybe not. her little giggle's actually kind of cute, not that mary would tell her that, and she cracks open an eye to look down at her, trying to mold her face into "unimpressed ojou" instead of "useless lesbian".
it at least kind of works. ] ...right.
[ and normally, she'd be pushing yumeko away at this close of a distance, but for once in her life, mary's just fine with having her here. in fact, she could stand to have her closer, and she tilts her head up to the ceiling to stare at it, trying to will the flush on her face to go down at least a little. ]
[ It sort of works, but Yumeko has always had the ability to quickly duck through Mary's defenses. Whether she does it intentionally or not always depends on the situation, though, and right now... right now it's intentional. She just looks at her from where they're seated, fingers still curled tightly in her pretty blonde hair, assessing, predatory and hungry while she... watches.
And then she decides.
Opening her mouth, she gives a little tease of her tongue against the pulse in Mary's throat, almost like she's taking a taste of it there. Just enough to feel the thrum of her heartbeat, before she chases it with a press of an open-mouthed kiss. It's followed by another tease of teeth, just barely, to see what kind of reaction she'll get from that, too. ]
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In this particular case, she wants to see if she'll scheme with her. If she'll go along with the idea, the gamble that she's placing on their shared table. Their bank accounts could look better, if they had sex - and she doesn't think that the authorities here can tell if you're fucking your pet or not, just know that you're having sex, somehow - but at least the casinos keep it just cushioned enough that they're not in danger of being kicked out of the tower, or losing the pet contract.
Which is what got them in this position, in the first place. Yumeko had overheard people talking about their contracts, elites that were native to this place, and it'd been... educational.
But that thought leaves her head when Mary agrees, and.
She perks and claps her hands together in front of her, smile beatific as Mary marches off to the bathroom like the ojou she's been working to make herself into. But, she also needs to change - after all, her underwear is lacy and cute, but it's certainly not what she would consider sexy. Besides, they should both change, so that it's fair!
So Yumeko unfolds from where she's seated, leaning in to dig through the box until she finds her own lingerie to put on. It's not that hard to differentiate, given that she's so much bigger than Mary, but regardless. She strips nice and easy while Mary changes in the bathroom, humming to herself. There's a lot of stark, dramatic colors for choices, but red suits both of them - pale skinned, a compliment to their figures, drawing out the colors of their eyes.
She snaps a strap into place, and looks down at the garterbelts with a little frown, a tiny uuu leaving her, before she unattaches them from the panties. There's no time to get stockings or garters to attach them to!
Later, maybe.
But she looks up again when Mary comes out, and her expression breaks out into that of pure sunshine. ] Mary-san, you look so beautiful! I knew that would be a good choice! [ And without any hesitation, she scoops up something from the bed and skips up to her. They're of a height, so all she has to do is tip forward to kiss her, chastely, on the tip of her nose, as she goes to put a glistening crown atop her head. ]
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as usual, she's being accosted, but mary's at least kind of used to it at this point, even if her first instinct is to still put her hand directly on her face and shove her away for getting so touchy. that's the point of all of this, isn't it? to touch each other?
...jesus.
either way, she does duck her head for the crown (and does not look at yumeko's cleavage, even if the temptation is real.) once it's settled into place, she reaches up to touch it, the pretty diamonds on the tiara twinkling in the low light of yumeko's bedroom.
and...yeah. that'll suit her just fine. she huffs, adjusting it carefully between her pigtails, and leans back a little, her hands on her just slightly wider hips. yumeko's a fucking knockout, of course, something mary is definitely not jealous of, not even a tiny little bit, and it makes some of that familiar heat stir up a little further in her stomach.
(they haven't even started yet. get it together, mary.) ] Yeah, yeah. Of course it is, I look good in anything.
[ finally letting her gaze fall back on her, she reaches over and tugs a little bit at one of her bra straps. ] You look good.
[ nice ]
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Challenged that they do.
Yumeko clasps her hands in front of her after the crown is on Mary's head, delighted with the fit of everything. Her cheeks are a little flushed still, largely from delight, but there's a little bit of warmth from the heat that's building up from her gut and into her chest. She's giddy with it, the same desire that comes from sitting at the table when the cards have been dealt and the bets have gone down. That's where they are, standing at the edge with the promise of a drop no matter how things go.
This is a good gamble. ] You do, though, it's true.
[ Her eyelashes flutter a little with the tug, like she's about to blink in surprise, but all she does is look down at where the strap is being tugged. It jostles her chest a bit in the process, unsurprisingly, but she just looks up and smiles at her. The gentleness is there still, but it's less beatific now, less sweet and simple. A little more knowing. ] Thank you. I was hoping you'd like it.
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she doesn't, though. she just regards yumeko as coolly as she can in this situation, watching her expression as any good gambler might do. there's nothing but honesty in it--although mary's no fool, she's sure she has a hundred tricks up her sleeve.
...not that she's wearing sleeves.
god. okay. with a little huff, mary tosses her head a bit so her pigtails flip back over her shoulders and out of the way, puffing up just a little bit. she's not shy, not really, but it feels like they're standing on the edge of a now what, waiting for the dealer to pull the next card, to give the result. ]
How long have you been thinking about this? [ it's not accusatory, but she does want to know--and mary's awfully good at getting directly to the point when necessary. she's gotten pretty decent at reading yumeko since their very first match together, after all, and she's way more than that pretty, pretty face.
...not that mary thinks it's that pretty, or anything!!! ]
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She doesn't care. She can like the idea of it, like touching another girl, if she wants to. Nothing is going to stop here, and there's rarely anything that can get in her way in the first place. After all, she had to be poisoned to really be taken down a peg - even being made into a pet didn't stand in her way. ]
A while. [ The answer is simple, and comes easily. Her hands drop down, and she tilts her head a little again, unintentionally coquettish in the process as she puckers her lips that tiny bit. ] Probably when we first signed the contract.
[ All of those rules and rules and rules. Don't sleep with your pet, don't touch your pet, your pet can't do this, shouldn't do that, can be punished for this and that and anything. Yumeko reaches out, taking the hand that her ring is on, her own thumb tracing the edge of the cool, black surface thoughtfully. The gesture is tiny, but it feels intimate, especially when they're both practically laid bare like this. ] It was when I started considering all of the rules and laws in place, and what that could mean for us.
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well...
okay, maybe that's not the point. the point is that mary has spent so much time despising her time as a pet here in tanagura that she hasn't really thought about much else, even when they are constantly surrounded by embarrassing, horrible things. she's pretty sure suzui or itsuki would have died by now just trying to play in the casino, where the androids touch her shoulders and her hair and strip poker is practically the most popular game at the tables. sex was (always) on the table, and mary's bet it once or twice too, if only because she knew she wouldn't lose.
but this isn't like that. this is a different gamble entirely, taking one on with the girl who destroyed her and then helped build her right back up, who continues to amaze (and often horrify) mary at every other turn. it figures, yumeko would be into this just because she hates the rules.
her nose wrinkles as she reaches out and takes her hand. the thumb ring is cool and familiar, and she had snarled if you ever use this thing on me i'll make you regret it for the rest of your life when they first got it, but now it just gives her goosebumps, to have such a thoughtful, gentle touch. it's absurd for her to be feeling like a giddy little schoolgirl, and she swallows back any of her nerves to try and act as cool as possible, tilting her head up to look down her nose at her. ]
What it means for us is that I'm not anyone's damn pet. [ she practically spits the word out--it's a title, a name only, a name she hateshateshates, and she'll make it clear at every turn, even when they're deeply considering breaking the rules.
in fact,that's why she brings it up. ] If I can make this more of a sham than it already is, then it's fine.
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[ Because Yumeko has thought that, of her own situation, of Mary's, or Tsubomi's. Of any pet's. They're only a pet if they've resigned themselves to that fate, and Jabami Yumeko has never had any interest in being anyone's anything - she is her own, and she will stay that way, no matter the situation, no matter the person in question. Every choice she makes is for herself, and for her people, as few as they are at Hyakkaou. Here, in Amoi - in Tanagura - it's her and Mary, and the people they've made acquaintances with.
But they can only count on them.
Her eyes stay on Mary's face, and she continues to hold her hand, watching her even as she looks down her nose at her. Not that she isn't used to that, either. She just lets it roll off her back like water off a duck, corners of her mouth curling up sweetly, her head still tilted to the side, thoughtful. And then her expression breaks out into a smile, and while it's delighted, it's... darker. Without hesitating, she takes a step closer to Mary. ]
Don't worry, we'll show them what it means to challenge us like this. [ There's no hesitation when she leans in to kiss her properly, either, soft lips pressed to soft lips, her eyelashes fluttering again as she closes her eyes. ]
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a lady never tells how many people she's kissed, but mary's number is at a neat, round zero, so it's a little surprising in more ways than one. she makes a little noise, an mmpht noise as her thought process fizzles off like a sparkler in a wet puddle, hard to focus on literally anything but yumeko is kissing me right now.
jesus christ. she has a reputation to uphold here, and she can't just turn into some dumb blushing maiden pet, especially in this situation. though she doesn't physically square her shoulders, mary does perhaps mentally do so as she lets her eyes shut too and takes control of the kiss, pushing forward a little bit and tilting her head properly to the left to make up for the room for another person. she doesn't exactly know what she's doing, but hey--if her time at hyakkaou is any indication, mary is a very fast learner.
besides, what fun is a gamble if you don't up the stakes? if her perceptions about yumeko are at all right (they are), then mary knows if nothing else, a little pushback will just make her get into it more.
just as planned. (probably.) ]
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And she's using her standing as an elite to her advantage. In this case, she figures that if they do this, it's only the foundation of something greater. A stepping stone, as it were. Breaking this rule is only the first rule they'll bend to their will.
Which is interesting, in a way - she hasn't kissed anyone before, either. But she decides, as Mary pushes forward, that she likes it. She likes the softness of Mary's mouth, the press of control from her friend. So she brings her other hand up, still holding to Mary's with the other, and touches her face, gentle and delicate at first. It's easy to fall into this, though, especially with the stakes being raised.
Responding is just a one-two step that follows: she parts her lips a little bit, tongue just barely teasing out. That's something people do when they kiss, right?
Either way, they'll figure it out. Yumeko is all about exploring every possibility. Gamble or not. ]
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but this, this is different. this is good. yumeko's always been intriguing, if frustrating, amazing if airheaded, and there's a brief, slightly hysterical thought that passes over mary's head that's something along the lines of oh my god, i think i'm a lesbian, but she shakes it off to continue to go right ahead and pursue the goal.
being called a 'pet' just makes her want to take control more than ever. if the tables will get turned--if yumeko inevitably pulls out a trump card--there's not a chance in hell that mary's going down without a fight. she opens her mouth into the kiss the moment yumeko does, her hands reaching out to her waist just for something to grab onto as she delves into her mouth, cheeks flushing a little with the exertion of it. they're just standing here--she should probably be cold, but mary's dizzily sure she's never been hotter in her life. ]
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Now, though. Now she's got it figured, because she likes this. Likes the touch of Mary's fingers against her waist, and each brush of lips as they kiss. She likes the warmth that rolls off her body with the two of them so close.
When Mary's tongue brushes hers, a hot, wet slide, Yumeko makes a soft noise in the back of her throat. It's a little surprised, but not in a bad way. She just presses closer in response, lips parting further as she meets her every step of the way, now chest-to-chest. There'll be a trump card, eventually, but for now... now, she's just along for the ride, figuring out the rules of this particular gamble until she twists them to her own use. ]
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if yumeko's going to let her take the lead, good. mary's just fine with that.
still, she doesn't really want to stop kissing her. her hands move up from her waist to her upper arms as the kiss gets more and more intense, all hot and wet and messy, making the curl of heat in mary's gut intensify a little. she takes the distraction when she gets it, and uses her newly moved hands to give yumeko a shove down, throwing one of her thighs over her lap and then the other, until she can get settled there.
it causes a break in the kisses and mary takes a second to assess, quick golden eyes narrowed, thinking, before she tosses one of her pigtails back over her shoulder and dives back in, this time with a sharp little nip to her lower lip before her tongue touches the spot. ]
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Not that she's complaining. She makes an actually surprised sound, tiny and at the back of her throat, when they're moved, but she has no complaints. Instead, her thighs spread, giving Mary more support as she blinks up at her. Her near-red eyes simply focus on her gold, patient but intent, focused, waiting on the very edge for the next card to be dealt.
They close after, with the nip, and her hands both come up to cup Mary's face as she chases after the touch of her tongue. A little, catlike brush of them together, before she goes to kiss her properly again. ]
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...maybe. maybe she's a little biased, having been both pinned under that gaze and a part of it. maybe that's the reason they're friends, because mary gets just as intense when she's playing, becomes the ojou she's always wanted to be when her cards are just right.
it was good to jump back into the kiss--didn't really leave any time for her to get embarrassed--and mary settles in her new spot fairly comfortably, legs spread across her thighs, knees touching the bed on either side. here, she can feel the warm heat of yumeko's body, the scratch of some of the lace on her underwear, and it's definitely an improvement over standing. the angle makes it easier to kiss her too, and she ends up tilting yumeko's head back just a little to kiss her properly. ]
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Even if Yumeko drags her into situations. It makes it so much easier for her to fall into this. The intensity that builds up, the same way it does in a game. Sitting like this now means she can feel every scratch of lace, and brush of fingers, of hair and skin. And it's good, builds up the fire in her gut that spreads through her.
After a moment, she just goes with her instincts, as she always does. Her hands slide from her face and into the hair at the back of her head, outside of her pigtails, fingers curling into it. They're not so far along that she could pull it and know she'd get a good reaction, though, and even passively she knows that. So she focuses on the kiss, letting her tilt her head back without any protest. Besides, it makes it easier, and she hums sweetly into it, back arching forward. ]
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from where they're settled, it feels perfectly natural for her to roll her hips forward, and mary can't help the corners of her mouth twitching up into a smirk as she does so. she doesn't need to be a rocket science to know what works, and besides--she keeps calling every turn, keeps upping the ante to see how far they're going to take this. there's the risk of getting caught, the risk of changing something about their friendship (if you can call it that) (you can, though mary likes to pretend you can't)--all of that stacks up as mary makes her bold moves forward, playing this just like a game.
she's always been that way. never conservative with her bets, always willing to go the extra mile to ensure her victories. it was why yumeko had been such a shock to the system when they first met--though, perhaps a shock that she needed.
so, when yumeko's back arches, her hips roll forward, grinding down against her and pressing their torsos together. her fingers curl just a tiny bit where they're settled, as she aims to kiss her nice and deep. game on~ ♥ ]
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She's keeping pace with Mary, with every new thing that they do and try.
There are things, in Yumeko's collection, that would facilitate the bump and grind, the friction, of their hips. She holds that at the back of her mind, a different sort of trump card that she could either use now or save for later. She's not quite sure yet. But for now, she digs her toes into the plush carpet of her bedroom and uses the balls of her feet to give her purchase, letting her rock up into each downward motion of Mary's hips. It feels good, a slow burn that adds to the already existing one.
But what she does do is curl her fingers tighter into the soft strands of her hair, pulling a little unintentionally. A test, as it were, as she goes from what little of the sweet and innocent seeming girl that remained to the wild thing that takes over with every gamble. ]
look at all these icons i have to tag you with
is she dangerous to mary? not anymore. they work together now: even if mary hasn't admitted her goal--to overthrow the president herself--she'd be shocked if yumeko hadn't already figured it out. they're terrifying together, and there's even a bond of trust that's been built between them. do everything mary-san says, yumeko had said, in their last literal game of life or death. suzui fell into her charisma, and mary followed not a moment later.
whatever. she tries not to think about it too much. she's going to try not to think about making out with her too much either--just focus on the way it feels. the dig of yumeko's feet into the floor makes her grind up into her, and it's slow and warm and good. it's not that gets her, though.
mary can't stop herself--when yumeko pulls on her hair, she makes a noise into her mouth, her brow furrowing. she'd like to say it's a "stop that" but in reality it's a "please keep going". ]
a beautiful princess
Teeth she sinks in, now, albeit gently. She catches Mary's lower lip in the kiss, experimental with it. The same way the tug on her hair is, and -
Oh.
There's a curious noise in response to Mary's own, and she secures her fingers a little more to give a better pull. Just to see if that was the cause, and if another will get it again. A process of curious elimination, and pressing every button within her reach just to see what they all do. ]
uvu*
mary makes another noise, aborted but definitely there. her hands curl uselessly at the the air, as there's nothing to really grab onto, before she drops one onto her shoulder, briefly considering something more than that but--definitely chickening out. instead, her nails leave a little, tiny crescent in her skin, and mary exhales, pulling away a little bit from the kiss to give yumeko a look.
is is going to do anything? no. is she going to do it anyway? yep. ]
love that useless lesbian
Was that the right thing, Mary-san? [ She asks it with the tone of someone that knows very well that they did the right thing, and her expression backs it up easily, honed in on her like the very predator she is. Her eyes are the strange mix of dark and bright that they can often get, pupils dilating but full of a spark.
Her hands don't leave her hair, and instead she uses her grip to tilt her head back, leaning forward to kiss under her chin. ]
smh
besides, the pull on her hair steals her breath. mary inhales, a bit surprised at the total turn on the gesture is--her eyes shut and she makes a little noise, half of a whine when her head is forcibly tilted up like that by the hair.
she can very quickly see herself losing control of this situation. she exhales, a quick breath to try and center herself again, and her hips roll down against hers, this time on purpose. ] Don't look so cocky.
[ ...[baka]. ]
little sparkle
The second that she rolls her hips down, though, it's Yumeko's turn to react. Her eyes flutter again, and she bites her lower lip, fingers flexing where they're curled snug and firm but so very gentle regardless, because that... it feels so good, even if she's certain it's not quite enough.
She figures they'll fix that soon enough, and giggles breathlessly at both Mary's face and her words. ] I promise I'm not. I just want Mary-san to feel good, too.
;3; <3
it at least kind of works. ] ...right.
[ and normally, she'd be pushing yumeko away at this close of a distance, but for once in her life, mary's just fine with having her here. in fact, she could stand to have her closer, and she tilts her head up to the ceiling to stare at it, trying to will the flush on her face to go down at least a little. ]
♥ BIGGER SPARKLE
And then she decides.
Opening her mouth, she gives a little tease of her tongue against the pulse in Mary's throat, almost like she's taking a taste of it there. Just enough to feel the thrum of her heartbeat, before she chases it with a press of an open-mouthed kiss. It's followed by another tease of teeth, just barely, to see what kind of reaction she'll get from that, too. ]