CHERRY BOMB

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   She could.. If she wanted to, like, she could..

   Touch. Something else.

          His spell is too powerful for a low level newbie. He makes a fool out of her. 

          —Is this how guys feel when they say they can’t help themselves?

          She’s going to grip his upper arms instead. That’s safe, probably.

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–He’s the complete opposite. Hard as diamonds and pointed. He’d take someone’s eye out.

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          And Cherry wouldn’t have it any other way. Her pointy boy is still soft in the best ways—now let her touch those boobs.

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kemur18:

   “…

   “ .  .  . ”

       “You’re supposed to tell me that’s gross and unsanitary.”

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kemur18:

I wouldn’t know. Most meat is fine.

       You know, just...hypothetically speaking, I’d brush my teeth with your meat.

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Dick..

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       Is that the flavor of the week?

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kemur18:

   “..Not in this timeline.” He takes hold of her wrist, and gently urges her back to his chest. If she wants. If she wants. “They would get in the way, anyway. I’m just making bad excuses is all.”

        Obediently, she begins to massage his chest, first with one hand, then with the other. “I’m glad of that. If you had huge bazongas, you wouldn’t be the Haku I know. You’d be a different one, one that I still loved, but it’d take some getting used to.” Her fingers playfully flick his nipples. “Having boobs is a huge responsibility.”

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kemur18:

   “Ah–” His shoulders hike up before relaxing again. Alright. “But yours are.. you know. They’re soft.”

      “Well it’s not like yours are hard.” Still, she’s flustered enough to release the breast, her hands squirming uncomfortably. “If you wanted them bigger that badly, you could get a boob job, but I don’t know how soft they’d be then.”

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kemur18:

   “..If I have to have them, I want them to be.. good.” He wants to win.

       “Hey...don’t be dumb. I’m gonna end up a saggy granny, but you’ll probably be perky for a long time. They’re already really good.” She’s going to casually reach out and cup one.

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kemur18:

   “You’d know the most about it, ne?”

        “They’re not that big, are they? I meant...your nipples. Your nipples go boing and get...bigger? I didn’t think you’d want bigger boobs though.”

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They say if you massage your chest enough, it’ll grow.

…That’s probably a lie.

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      It’s about as true as you want it to be...more or less. Sort of. To a degree.

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kemur18:

There were movies he watched growing up about Earth  – sitcoms, about teenage boys living in their parent’s basement. Intentional or not, Cherry’s ship emulated the look of them fully. Something 1970′s, like it was a historical artifact shoved into the body of an interplanetary transit. He exhales through his nose. “..I might. I’m off hours, so.”

The hiss of the hydraulics as the dock closes behind him snaps him back, and he fully takes in the view. Pinks and oranges. Paper-print books everywhere. Sketchpads..? His nose wrinkles and he gathers himself against the paneling, against the pink and orange lights. Like in the army, right?

   “Your floor’s covered in-” Kicking his boots off, he bends to retrieve the magazine from underfoot. He gives it a once over, and turns it toward her. “..If you’re looking for shit like this, maybe the robot can switch his parts out or something. ..Or maybe Vore.”

          She looks down at the magazine in question. “Oh. Are either of them willing? I’d have invited them too, but...” Her hand tilts from side to side. It’s an old Earth gesture denoting uncertainty, or so she’s heard. “I’m pretty sure that robot would rather try to beat me up than beat meat anyway.” And Vore? He was in a class of his own. No additional commentary necessary. “I don’t mind experimenting,” she offers. It’s meant to sound more reassuring than it sounds. After all, would she have gone to the trouble of stealing him away to her quarters if she wasn’t actually interested? Hardly.

          “I’ve got an itch to scratch, and you’re the only one who can help.” That isn’t quite true. “If you weren’t here, I could imagine you were, but that’s not as satisfying.” That might be truer. Receiving visitors in her ship directly is a rarity. As small as it is, the room is clearly designed for one person to live comfortably, but two is pushing its limits. “Am I---did I pick up on the signals wrong? I thought...” 

           An understanding had been formed between them, she thinks. If nothing else, this experience could be two people trying to help each other out in a difficult time. She doesn’t expect it to lead to anything, but if it does, she might not be completely opposed to the idea. Even a nomad gets lonely in space. “If you’re just shy, I don’t think anyone will come and peep on us.”

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          A small whoop of joy echoed throughout the chamber. “You don’t know how long I’ve been trying to get them out of the ship!” Or at least away from this part of it. Vore’s spacecraft was large enough that her own wreck of a vehicle was more like a tiny escape pod, easily sequestered in a vacant wing. Its decor was absolutely retro, and not in a stylish vintage way. Cherry managed to slip out of her boots without much grace, casually tossing them aside. As she padded across the worn carpet, her jacket was the next to go. Her eyebrows raised and lowered with comical suggestiveness.

         “You’re feeling it, right? You’re feeling the heat?” Her grin only grew. “The floor isn’t as soft as the bed, but it squeaks a lot less.” Surely Kohaku understood why she’d dragged him here with such urgency. // @kemur18 — in space, no one can hear you cream

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          It’s astounding, but only vaguely, the tenderness with which he guides her onto her back. Or maybe it isn’t so incredible, only that this is the beginning of an out of body experience. She can almost imagine a third party view—what the pair of them would look like if somehow the door were to open suddenly, a shadowy figure appearing some distance away. She bites her lip and looks up at Kohaku with hope as her fingers curl into the sheets.

        “Oh.” This is a little more awkward than expected. “Am I—is the angle weird? Do you need me to shift?” She shimmies a little on the spot, unsure of how exactly to rectify the situation. A small echo in the back of her head warns her that maybe all of this was a bad idea, that she shouldn’t have tried to surprise him like this in the first place. “We just need to find a good rhythm. Hopefully without cheesy music.”

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kemur18:

             “I want...” Her hands settle on her lap, brows knitting. “It’s like—” Her head tilts to the side. “‘Pound me with that magnum dong.’ I’m supposed to say something like that, right?” It’s easy enough to joke around, but true honesty is frightening. “I’m not sure I’ve really done this so...intentionally.” A soft exhale is pushed through her nose. “It’s different when you’re all boozed up or it’s the heat of the moment or something, you know? This is something else.”

            Her head continues to dip until it meets her shoulder. She frowns. “Can you...grind on me? I think I’d like that sensation.” Unwilling to meet his gaze, her eyes travel to the window and the bright lights flickering beyond it. “I just wanna feel close to you.”

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           She stares at him now, dark eyes owlish with their smudged kohl liner. “Yeah. Coconuts.” Her face grows warm again. She’s imagined this scenario before. She can’t lie abut that. Even so, the actuality of it, his hands on her breasts, is something else entirely. It’s not the softest touch, but she feels it’s more soft than coarse. A small hum of appreciation buzzes from her throat as she considers his words.

          “We’re a little short on dicks at the moment. Should I...stick my finger back there? If you loosen up, I could probably put a couple of them...about how many fingers equal the circumference of a dong?” Her mouth twitches. She can try to take this seriously, but the idea of intercourse itself is so preposterous that she can’t help being irreverent. To make up for it, she presses her hands to the expanse of his chest and massages the area.

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kemur18:

          “Hey!” The chirp is borderline shrill, an octave above her typical husky tones. “I’m a great fucker. I’m the fucker.” Her lower lip sticks out. “There’s no wrong way to do it, right?” Rising up to sit on her knees, she leans in toward him. Her eyebrows arch. “You don’t like it...well, okay. It’s hard to be sexy.” Even though she’d said they didn’t have to worry about that. “I don’t know how to do sexy.”

         A single finger reaches out to poke him straight on the nipple. “Boop?” It’s a silly action, as though proving her lack of talent in this area. “When it comes to me, I just kind of feel around down there until something magical happens.” Her eyes nearly close, embarrassment keeping her from holding contact. “I just wanted to do something special for you, you know? Is this too...vanilla? Are we supposed to get some kind of kinky? Turning you on would turn me on.” And then she snickers. “My heart’s racing, but I could be wetter.”