[ 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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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. ]