erranthero | Prismatica Inbox

[Sakura lets herself in the moment the door is open, tiptoeing forward. It's not borne of shyness. She tiptoes for the amusement of it, because she loves how her body sways with her already precarious balance, like she might slip at a moment's notice.

Her eyes pick up to Kerra's. The girl smiles a little too wide]

Why does anything need to be wrong? I just wanted to see you.

[Haha. Hahaha, it's funny. It's funny because it's a bold-faced lie and they both know it. Sakura looks blushed over like she's suffered a sunburn, her pupils blown out wide, and inside her body the Matou's crest squirms in agony.]

You're not busy, are you?

Oh? Well, no, actually. Far from it.

[There is definitely something wrong, and she steps forward rather quickly to be close enough to catch Sakura should she actually stumble.

The way her body is right now, it looks like she's dealing with moonborne heat, and while Kerra's instincts are decided less than wholesome right now, she's still concerned.]

...I'm never too busy for you, anyway. [Truth.]

You want to sit? Maybe some tea?

... Well, I am thirsty, yes.

[Sakura almost dissolves into laughter. Ah, what an opening Kerra's provided her with. And that she's stepped closer to Sakura is all the better, giving the girl ample room to reach out with her hand, resting it against the woman's wrist.

The implications are not subtle]

Sit with me?

[No. No, they are not.

It doesn't take an Empath to tell where this is going.

She looks at her askance for only a moment before nodding, nervously fretting her bottom lip.

Had the moons been this bad before Sakura showed up? No...no they hadn't.]

Of course. Anything you want.

[Fuck. Guess there goes my afternoon, she thinks with a reedy internal laugh. Lucky me..]

[Sakura smiles like the sun, bright and hot and ready to burn herself out, her grip becoming pointed as she leads Kerra to her own couch.]

You're always so sweet to me.

[In her sing-song voice, it probably sounds patronizing, but the look in her eyes is... no. The way she stares at Kerra is with manic reverence, and the girl is barely able to keep still once they reach their destination. Without asking, both of her hands reach up to the woman's face, cupping her cheeks, slender fingers drumming themselves against the other's skin.]

I appreciate it. It's why I came to you first.

[Kerra allows it, moving slowly, a little numbly. This may not be right, but at the same time it's really hard to think of anything else. Sakura is clearly struggling with the moons, and she's fully in the grip of them as well, after smelling the heat in her friend.

The touch is just another electrical jolt into her system.

She licks her lips, throat suddenly dry, and nods.]

I said anything, and I meant it. So, if that's what you want, Sakura, I'm not going to deny you.

[She reaches her hand down, ungloved, and rests it against the girl's hip. Her face softens, some of the concern leaving, replaced with a growing sparkle of lust. Her other hand slides behind her to keep her steady and she lowers herself onto the couch, using her grip to pull Sakura down with her. Hopefully she takes the cue, because Kerra's goal is for her to straddle her lap.]

...I'm surprised, I confess, but I won't deny I would love to be intimate with you.

[... Kerra really is sweet.

Too sweet.

And for the briefest of seconds, Sakura almost hates her for it. What business does this woman have being kind to an ugly person like her? It's more honest affection than she can reasonably stomach, and so Sakura stills in place, expression frozen in a blank smile.

The haze of her moon and crest has lifted.

... But only briefly]

I know you would.

[Voice cutting with a wide grin as the veil lowers once more. The playfulness returns. So does the boldness, which is why Sakura doesn't resist being pulled into this straddling position. She practically preens like a queen atop her throne, hips giving a soft, deliberate roll against Kerra's.]

You'll have to forgive me, though. I've never been with a woman before.

[Now that response is strange. The way Sakura seems to freeze up, to tense...that's not a good sign. It almost pulls Kerra out of her own moon induced trance, but that teasing lilt in her friend's voice pulls her back out of that. She isn't about to deny the words, so she ignores them, because Sakura is absolutely right. Kerra's nature is very touchy, very sexual, and she'll go along with anything if all parties are eager.

Settling her hands onto Sakura's hips, she stares up at her, amber eyes cloudy with the moon's blessing. Inhaling slowly is almost painful, the scent of arousal throwing her way off.]

...It's okay. It's not as difficult as all that.

[Not in her head, anyway. She's certainly never had difficulty with either gender, though she's led a very different kind of life. There's always been cute sort of furtiveness in Sakura, but this boldness is incredibly attractive too. It's like seeing her through a more confident mirror, making someone already pleasing into something that makes her mouth run dry.]

There's toys and the like I have that make it like being with a man, if you prefer that. But that's a decision I'd prefer to cede to you.

[Craning her neck up, she brings their lips together when Sakura's roll brings her close. It's a gentle kiss, but it hardly lacks for heat, something wild and eager bubbling up in her chest.]

I want you to enjoy yourself.

[Sakura can feel the heat underneath what's meant to be a gentle kiss. Much as she enjoys the tenderness, the slow play of lips against her own, she quickly bores of the formalities. Kerra will feel a slight sting of teeth as Sakura nips at her bottom lip like a kitten.

-- Well. More like a feral cat at the moment. The way her eyes slit in amusement is intentionally feline]

Oh, I am.

[Her heart drums like a dying bird in her chest, but she basks in the adrenaline all the same, and glances up and down Kerra's form as if uncertain where to start first]

You needn't worry, Kerra-chan. Right now, I just need you to touch me.

[Said so sweetly, and yet there's nothing in her statement to suggest it was a request. If Kerra is too slow about it, the girl plucks one of the other's hands and places it on her body -- against her breast, specifically, lacking all shame, even sighing from some deep, primal relief]

[It's the nip that really drives home just what's going on into Kerra's thoughts. Sakura wouldn't do that normally, but this is a triple moon, so it could be another Sanguis? Or...no, her thoughts don't immediately land on the things they'd talked about earlier. Why would they?

She nips back, catching Sakura's lower lip with her teeth and giving it a quick suck, and she doesn't need any guidance when it comes to touching. Her hand moves up and immediately runs over one breast, the other ducking low on her hip and giving her rear end a squeeze.

The clothing is annoying, frustrating even, so she doesn't let her hand linger long on the fabric of Sakura's top. She slips it lower, up underneath, fingers splaying out against her stomach and ascending rapidly to worm up underneath her bra and get at her chest again.]

I want you to touch me too. Don't hold back, because I'm certainly not.

[Ah... that's more like it.

Sakura seems to settle when Kerra catches the hint, practically purring with each intimate touch. There's a soft, high giggle when she feels herself being squeezed, cupped, and molded by the woman's hands, and responds by aggressively rolling her body into the sensation, silently begging for more.

Though her thoughts are quick to mirror Kerra's own. The top has to go, immediately, and before she even thinks of honoring the other's verbal request, Sakura has tucked her hands underneath the hem of her shirt, pulling the damned thing up and off her body, discarding over the side of the couch. Her eyes greet Kerra's with no shame; the girl knows she's beautiful enough to be coveted by some, with a figure to match.

-- And really, since she's already in the business of taking off her clothes, she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra clasp. Smiling widely, teasing, fluttering her eyelashes all the while]

Oh, I'll touch you... but undress me first, please.

[She's such a greedy thing]

Oh, you want that, do you?

[The top being gone is nice enough, but when the bra starts to come sliding away, revealing hints of Sakura's chest, Kerra cannot help but grin. Yes, she is beautiful and yes she has a figure to die for, and yes...the damn moons have overridden all sense of propriety.

The Jedi's hands move delicately, a strand of Force catching the garment before it falls away, lifting it clear and folding it on an end table.]

That's not a problem at all. Lift your hips, I don't want to tear anything.

[Though, if asked? Or even hinted that it would be desired? She'd rip those clothes right off.]

Mmm... I love when you do that.

[Spoken in a high, dreamy voice, her eyes having spied Kerra's power keeping her bra from crashing into the floor. Her chest is completely bare now, and she makes a show of sweeping her purple hair off her shoulders and down her back, pleased with how her breasts hang proud and heavy against her chest.

Is it a show for Kerra? Perhaps. Or just as likely, Sakura is impatient with having to wait to be touched, and purposefully making both of them sweat a little in the meantime. But she listens -- even high off the power of the moon, she'd be cross with herself later if any of her clothes ripped.

Bracing her hands on Kerra's shoulders, the girl lifts her hips, eager for Kerra to be rid of her skirt and underwear so that they can continue.]

[A show that she appreciates. Sakura is a gorgeous woman, and having such curves hanging just within reach tempts Kerra to lean forward, but she has a feeling that her friend would prefer clothing gone first. Not wanting to do anything that might displease her, Kerra hooks her fingers into the band of the skirt and catching the hem of her underwear as well.]

You'll like this then.

[She pulls, peeling down the cloth carefully, and when she can't quite reach anymore without positioning being awkward, she catches Sakura's whole body in a bubble of Force, lifting it upward so she can continue undressing her. Letting her nails drag slowly along the immaculately pale skin of her friend's legs, she keeps the girl aloft long enough to get the fabric out of the way and then settles her back down gently. Catching her at the hip with one calloused hand, the Jedi smiles up at the warm bundle in her arms.]

...Better?

[Sakura had not been prepared to be lifted into the air in such a way, and her face makes an "o" of surprise despite herself. It's once she's settled back over Kerra's hips that she breaks into a wide, enthused smile, hands again braced on the woman's shoulders.]

Yes, much better.

[One hand curls against Kerra's cheek, a picture of intimacy]

And I think you said you wanted me to touch you, too, right?

[Never let it be said Sakura doesn't keep her promises. The corners of her smile curl into something with a hint of the devil as her hand trails down Kerra's cheek, then neck, before an index finger traces against the woman's bare clavicle.]

You didn't say where, though, Kerra-chan.

[There is a bit of a devil in Sakura, certainly. Kerra shivers at the touch all the same, chuckling a little and looking down at the finger brushing her collarbone.]

I didn't. Though, how does everywhere sound to you, Sakura-chan?

[She doesn't know all the meanings, but she has grasped that as meaning something affectionate. One hand reached up and gently tugged the girl's palm lower, planting it on her breast.]

Start a little lower, though. Feel me up, just like I did you. I'd very much like that.

Prismatica Inbox

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject