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[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.

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