IF THERE WERE ANY LINGERING DOUBTS OR NERVES TO BE FOUGHT OFF, THAT GIGGLE CERTAINLY DOES THE TRICK. It makes her happy, hearing the other bubble with such joyous noises. The feeling of fingers trailing up her spine is a lovely sensation, and the tangling of digits into her locks of hair is just the same. Oh, but it is the cry of pleasure from the kiss that causes Toujou to smirk. A silent pride glows within her; it makes her feel so GOOD, knowing that she is the only one to hear such sounds from her beloved.
This is the validation she seeks, after all; the knowledge that she is on the right track. Being so inexperienced has left her very vulnerable to the fear of inadequacy. Toujou wants to be able to SHOW Yumeno just how much she means to her. Sounds, movements such as these- they PROVE that the message is getting across. That she is communicating her heart through non-verbal means ( it is, after all, the truth that actions speak louder than words ).
The SMIRK remains as the mage adjusts her position to accommodate the maid’s actions.
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sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ✧┊⊰ Breath leaves her fragile lungs, heat seethes & threatens the ease she bears within her essence. Haa...a-ahh... Yumeno is enthralled by Toujou’s aroma---it entices its prey ( quite easily as well ). Fingertips ease their grip, nails REFUSING to scrap at the pale skin attached to the maid’s skull. Messing the hair even further was TEMPTING---though the crimson-haired girl had MANNERS. She is aware, after all, how N I T P I C K Y her significant other is in terms of PROFESSIONALISM. Such knowledge is acquired for her hand ceased its presence upon the blonde maid’s head.
Heated breaths touch her skin, traveling down her bosom & to rest between her two breasts. Squirming lightly, Yumeno finds her breath hitching when a delicate hand is placed upon her hip, igniting the nerves to begin their connected affairs of the role of messenger. More...I want more...I want everything from you. Your love, your attention, your care. Thoughts continue to pool within her mind’s library; difficult it is to voice, a soft cry of pleasure is what she is able to force out. Pleasure seers into her body, her spine shudders alongside with her small frame, her lips are departed for breath; chest heaving from the persistent pleasure that lurks within her lower torso. It does not help that Toujou had pressed inwards---spiking the sensitivity of her erogenous zone. Hips thrust lightly against this, bones grinding into their sockets. It is as if her body speaks on its own---its desire is EVIDENT from the way she voices & behaves.
Moaning too often is quite embarrassing---even for someone who was deemed “adorable” to her beloved, she finds her own voice embarrassing. It wasn’t as if her octave had a preferred tone to it ( other than when she is solemn ), but she heeds to her own wise words of remaining submissive & passive. A weak little girl is what she’ll always be ( at least in her head ), though she uses this to her advantage. For once she wished that her body wasn’t the way it was---INSECURITIES begin to SHINE as fingers dip under the waistline of her underwear, the slight brush of the fabric alongside her hip causes her to WHIMPER. ❝ K-Kirumi... ❞ she forces her tongue to MOVE, to form the name she grew accustomed of speaking ever so fondly.
A breath sucked in, her lungs expand. Insecurities are the shadows & hexes of the jealous---wizards & witches bestowing utmost evil upon her own being. Perhaps she too is cursed, alongside with the TEACHER that had ABANDONED her once upon a time after a mystical show of magical arts. Yumeno does NOT want to burden Toujou with her troubles---but she finds a STING in her heart just as when the maid speaks her heart towards her. It is the melodic harmony of unconditional love that brings her back to reality, preventing her from desiring rest & solitude right then. They are to engage in intimacy after all---Yumeno is not RUDE to abandon what she promises ( especially when her effort was put in ). You are the white magic that will mend away that curse that is put on me. You are what brings me power.
What will I ever do without you?
❝ Nnnn......I should be asking you that. ❞ a soft voice, amber red optics soften as she peers into loving sage green.
I’m not anyone special.
Akamatsu. Angie. Tenko. Saihara.
Many others are worth your attention.
But...
Saccharine lips are savored when kisses are bestowed. Sound of contact causes Yumeno to become flustered, though she bears through it by continuing her gesture. Seconds tick & she is unaware for how long they are unified within this position. It is when her lungs begin to ache & demand reprieve that she forces herself away from Toujou’s head. She witnesses a small saliva trail that forms that eventually breaks before she uses the back of her hand to wipe at her mouth. ❝ You’re perfect in everything you do. And I look up to you for that. You didn’t bully me or treat me like some of the meanies around here...but, you also deal with me talking about MAGIC all the time...and...❞ Yumeno raises her hand to gently caress the maid’s cheek.
❝ Magic was the only thing I hold onto because it’s what made me happy---what made me BELONG. Having a talent in magic is all I ever wanted but...what I gained is also what I lost. ❞ Not yet. I can’t tell her just yet.
❝ ---Thank you. Thank you so much Kirumi...
for being with me even when no one else
gave me that time of day. ❞
► OVERMIND ┊ I’m not dead btw! Just been super busy on other blogs & school. I still have 1 more month of university before I’m on a 4 month summer break! I will get to replies & the starters I owe on this blog ASAP though!
It was not as if Angie had intended to interrupt her friends’ train of thought or peace, she just always found herself fascinated by the world of magic. She had been involved in a couple of shows with the scarlet haired mage, but it never ceased to amaze her each and every time. There was no explanation for it beyond it being pure magic as Yumeno seemed capable of things beyond her own grasp that it simply had to have been a gift bestowed upon her by the divine. It was not as if the artist was beyond the understanding of parlor tricks and what a simple street magician could do. This girl was capable of performing feats beyond mere simple trickery and deception.
It really was Yumeno that really cause her to believe that magic was truly a real thing and more than just smoke and mirrors. She knew that she had to work hard at it too as given by the fact that she was always performing some kind of spell and practicing. Her room as well as anyplace that she turned into her private workspace would show that she was dedicated to her craft. Angie always excused that her tired nature was due to her tirelessly practicing and why she would frequently cite that low MP was the cause of it. It’s partially why she never had minded that she did not join her in any of her island’s rituals and traditions.
Seeing her turn to face her she would greet her with her usual smile and grin. She knew no doubt she must have been resting and relaxing to regain lost MP. While she rapidly would lose it while citing an incantation or casting a full spell, she always managed to dazzle the island girl with her amazing feats of magic. Today would be no different as her eye had caught hint of a deck of cards. Of course these were no mere playing cards, but clearly ones that had been imbued with a blessing and high level magic. Though not to get too caught up in that observation she would note her two familiars resting near her and in turn would give them a polite nod and wave to acknowledge them well as they were no doubt blessings from above for Yumeno’s hard work in practicing and training in the arts of magecraft.
It would seem that she had regained enough strength to acknowledge her presence and thus would approach her as her friend seemed to be blinking in a languid fashion. Upon hearing that it’s for a show she could not help but feel her excitement flare up. She respected and adored her dear friend and loved her in a way that she could not quite aptly describe. Still it would not be something she would allow herself to bear down on and get lost in thought over as it appeared her services and participation were required. Eager to start she would close the remaining gap between them both and hunch over slightly to show she was listening attentively
“A card huh…? Angie can’t wait to see what spell you are casting today Himiko!” Angie would happily chirp and comply as she carefully watch her shuffled the deck. For a high ranking magically enchanted item she swore she had seen the design on the back of the cards somewhere before. Though there was no time for thought as she placed all of her faith into her friend. Noticing her hand movements and knowing what this mean, naturally there was no sign of trickery to be had up her sleeves, but much to her shock a black inked sharpie would be materialized from only god knows where. She would carefully look over the fanned out cards and pick one at absolute random and study it.
The Jack of Hearts…
She would carefully think to herself before taking the marker and signing her name onto it. She would hold it with signed back facing the mage and would then carefully await further instructions. She knew not what would come next, but she could not help but feel her heart race as she bubbled over with wonder and excitement for what miracle she would be shown next.
Fingertips grasp upon the black marker that was recently used to sign a name upon one of her cards. Yumeno places the writing tool down against her palm, her other hand is then placed over it, amber red irises blinking as she takes a deep breath. Each move she is doing has been an act she is PRACTICING for a while---days, weeks, perhaps MONTHS at most. Talented she IS in the ARTS of ILLUSIONS, her knowledge branches out further than the simple & complex tricks to fool the human mind. An ascended being ( she believes it as so ) that she is, the magician trails her top hand downwards, revealing her EMPTY palm. A disappearance act with a marker. Such tricks were COMMON to magicians old & new, though Yumeno preferred to be UNIQUE with her abilities ( she wasn’t scouted for nothing after all ).
Holding out the cards forward, she finds herself speaking to the white-haired artist. ❝ Place your card face down onto the pile. ❞ Waiting, amber red eyes, looked to the side, as if to be subtle & allow Yonaga to see that there will be NO cheats in her M A G I C.
Once done, nimble fingers shuffle the deck several times, allowing the sound of paper rubbing against each other, the small breeze from the forced movements to mingle & blend each card into different positions. Grabbing onto Yonaga’s hand, the soft warmth causes Yumeno to TENSE. She is UNFAMILIAR with HUMAN contact ( she’s only use to her mother’s love ), & such touch caused the crimson-haired girl to pause & blink. Forcefully snapping out of the current, awkward freeze, she places the shuffled cards face down onto Yonaga’s palm. ❝ Look through them & see if you can find your card. ❞
If done correctly, the artist should NOT be able to find the signed card in the shuffled deck. Yumeno waits patiently, watching dark-skinned fingers rummage through the card deck. Once done, the magician proceeds to grab her shirt, shaking it lightly to show that the card was not there. She shook her arms. Nothing was held in her sleeve either. Fingers grab onto the witch hat, turning it to allow Yonaga to peer into the hole. Nothing. Hat is placed back onto her head.
❝ Naa....you probably wonder where it went. ❞ she speaks, before clearing her throat.
Moments later, a few coughs are done before a few forced CHEWING motions are done. A FOLDED card appears gripped between her lips, fingers pulling it out to unfold. Without looking at the content of the card, she holds it up for Yonaga to see. ❝ Is this the card you chose & signed on, Angie? ❞
THE SOFT BRUSHING OF FINGERS AGAINST HER HER CHEEK TAKE SOME OF THE WORRY FROM HER FORM, SHOULDERS VISIBLY RELAXING. Toujou nuzzles into the warmth of the touch, giving a contented exhale. Though the touch is feather-light ( only due, of course, to the distance she has put between them ), it sends a tingling sensation through her system. She welcomes it. This action, combined with the squeeze to her hand, helps to reassure her; a nonverbal confirmation of the situation.
In truth, it is hard for the maid NOT to think too much. It is what she does, after all. It is what others EXPECT of her. In her line of work, she must account for all things. For her employer’s success, she must think of how best to achieve the desired goals, and by which means they ought to be accomplished. What must be done on the level of cleaning, what the employer may want before THEY THEMSELVES even know what they require- and this does not even take into account any other responsibilities she may have. The bottom line comes down to this: much of Toujou’s line of duty is based upon her ability to think critically, consider all aspects, and take into account the feelings of others involved in the situation. It suffices to say, then, that she is prone to overthinking.
It would appear that, in this situation, such a trait should be EXPECTED. However, expected or not, the mere fact that someone is telling her that it is OKAY not to think so much is something new. It is not unwelcomed, as such reminders are necessary for Toujou Kirumi. She takes it as a sign of genuine interest in her wants as well; something she has long ignored.
Still, above all, her only wish is Yumeno’s satisfaction.
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sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ✧┊⊰ Each reaction from the maid is to be EXPECTED. The both of them had been together for quite some time. Silent analysis from the magician was quite often what she did. That is, if the person was WORTH her effort in the first place ( majority didn’t settle in, though pestering Toujou before had its perks ). Tensing of muscles is felt against her thighs. Yumeno feels Toujou tense up mildly from her firm words ( it’s obvious---she went against what the other usually follows ), though she doesn’t particularly mind that it occurred. Whether others were aware of it or not, sharp senses were necessary when it came to the ARTS of ILLUSION. A magician was a LIAR---one who sets up tricks to cause the audience to be SKEPTICAL in magic, but also to entertain.
The attention she receives while performing was certainly enough. A man whom was her TEACHER taught her everything there is to it ( excluding small card tricks from her FATHER at a very young age ). Silence is what gives the magician some time to contemplate for herself---her gaze softens back up to that familiar DROWSY appearance. Ah. This again. She finds herself reminiscing of the pleasurable times where she was treated quite decently---though she truly believes a CURSE was bestowed upon her own being; to cause her own teacher to disappear was one of the biggest guilt-ridden memories she bore for years. Eventually, the blonde maid would learn more about her past ( maybe ). Yumeno doesn’t allow her EMOTIONS to get to the best of her ( she’s AS emotional as Toujou ). Warmth from her love’s body is what keeps her stable & grounded to reality; much like her acts, her life is a mystery itself.
------ ❝ I love you. ❞
Mind snapping back to reality, Yumeno shudders from the gentle voice that reminds her that she has been given the gift of unconditional love. So soothing...so lovely. I love hearing this. A smile. The magician finds herself giggling quietly to herself, ❝ heehee---~ ❞ & such bubbling emotions gave her the opportunity to run her free hand up Toujou’s back & eventually mingling her appendages into delicate dirty blonde hair.
❝ Ah--- !! ❞ A soft cry is given from the sensation of lips against her jaw.
It is sudden & certainly not unexpected, but Yumeno is certainly unprepared for intimacy on other parts of her body other than the genuine kiss on the cheek, the forehead, & the lips. She is only accustomed to snuggling & snoozing on Toujou’s lap on the lazy days ( which is nearly every day at some point ), savoring the warmth her partner emits. She is only use to the soft kisses & intimate, passionate sessions of touching tongues with affection. Nothing further was EVER escalated---the THOUGHT of it was seldom ( she before, simply did NOT care about the acts of lust-ridden touches; hearing such stories from peers only made her shy away in DISGUST ). This feeling is new, but it is pleasurable & tender---just like how Toujou is as a person.
Fingers continue to remain bound by their captor, the crimson-haired girl sighs softly as Toujou cascades downwards with her lips, planting kisses down her neck. Yumeno allows herself to crane her head back, allowing more space for the maid to use with her tending. Each breath tickles at her SKIN, the feeling continues to build the heat up in her body, her heart continues to RACE in its position ( there is belief that Toujou could hear & feel it from here ). Squirming lightly in position, legs begin to brush against the maid’s sides, the skin of her inner thighs savors the soft & warm sensation that is bestowed. The knee that is placed between her legs brushes against her groin after some initial movement, a change of breath is done while it hitches. A gasp emits from her throat, muscles tense from the experience of pleasure shooting up her spine.
Yumeno doesn’t admit, there is a change at her groin ( certainly it’s embarrassing; she doesn’t know these things ). Fair-hued appendages unintentionally pull at blonde locks, a small tug as a primitive response. She is careful to not DIG her nails into the scalp of her lover’s. Amber red inked irises disappear between closed eyelids. With darkness came coldness; the irony is, that coldness never arrived. Warmth & comfort is all that she receives, each kiss becoming STRONGER as lips trailed downwards to her clavicle bones. Her shoulders begin to maneuvers, her head turns to adjust to where the maid is tending.
❝ I-it feels...really nice...Kirumi. ❞ Yumeno breathes out, her body no longer feeling cold from being exposed.
sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ✧┊⊰ Sensitivity is her BANE. Touches SCALD her flesh with vengeful lust & the crimson-haired magician SQUIRMS under Shinguuji’s might. ❝ Uwahh !! H-hah--- !!! ❞ Moans continue to spill from her larynx & drip from the tip of her tongue, amber red inked irises widen from the sudden coolness that caresses her skin while mixed from the warmed of his bandaged hands. Body squirms & she attempts to writhe away from his touch---
I-It’s too much !!
Thoughts continue to pierce her mind, her consciousness. Yumeno allows her hands to be placed in front of her, lips forced onto the back of them as if to muffle & silence herself entirely. It works---at least THIS time. She stabilizes herself, chest heaving inwards & outwards to calm down the racing heartbeat & to clear the haze in the depths of her mind. His words however, penetrate into her ears, & her eyes widen again as she FEELS his breath against her own ear. Her teeth are clenched down & she fights through the instinct that seems to continuously make her more vulnerable by the second. There is some pride when it comes to that, inner & for her own self-reflection. Experience was sometimes the HARSHEST of teachers.
The magician feels her collar being PULLED from its spot & she tenses. Yumeno feels the fabric trail down her body, the sensations TICKLING her further. Hypersensitive from the build up from his caresses & scalding touches, the amber red-eyed magician hitches in her breath. Lips are placed on her neck, her face IMMEDIATELY heating up in a blush, her pupils dilated at that very moment, her stare forcefully pinned onto the wall in front of them both. ❝ S-Shinguuji !!! T-that tickles !! ❞ Ticklish she is, there was SOME pleasure that was given from that gentle kiss on her neck.
She doesn’t mind, however. Knowing she can at LEAST trust his word on being gentle. Yumeno wasn’t someone who was necessarily “air-headed” or “dumb.” In fact, she was far more intelligent than what meets the eye. It’s likely that this wasn’t going to be the last time they were to engage in such SCANDALOUS acts, but it was certainly pleasant---at LEAST to her, to be LOVED by some degree. It wasn’t preferred of course ( she’s a sap, and a romantic person at heart; no effort was done to search for such love as she lost all what she had countless of times ), but it didn’t stop her from indulging in some sweets once in a while. Yumeno cranes her neck slightly, allowing the folklorist to indulge more of her neck ( if he wanted ). She doesn’t like taking the EFFORT to speak when it wasn’t necessarily---her BEHAVIOR said enough.
sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ✧┊⊰ How peculiar. Thoughts ran through her mind silently, the oddness of the red lipstick plastered upon his own lips made her nearly raise a brow in questioning. Knowing that she is UNDER his might, Yumeno believes its best that she walks on “eggshells” around the taller male. An enigma it was for very much a long time, her curiosity on what was under that mask is finally revealed. Perhaps there will be some MARKING upon her own fair-hued skin later on to this physical session. Thankfully she bore a lot of layers on the norm. Masking away any marks would be no hinder or burden.
Biting her lip, the magician MUFFLES another trail of MOANS from the upward travel of bandaged hands up her thighs. Sensitive she is, her breaths were soft & quick---an attempt to calm the racing heartbeat she has & as well as remain as composed as possible ( it’s certainly not working too well ). Her body squirms from the touch---indirectly portraying her YEARNING desire to be SATE from this burning sensation aching all over.
❝ N-no. I haven’t. ❞ Yumeno confesses---though her laziness does not care about the fact she is inexperienced & a virgin in every aspect.
THE SOUND OF SOFT MOANING IS PLEASING TO THE MAID’S EARS, AND IT ENTICES HER TO CONTINUE TO THE ACTION. She’s well aware that her significant other enjoys to have her hair pet or played with, and that is something that Kirumi intends to utilize. To be able to elicit such a reaction from the magician is wonderful; validating. It is a melody so sweet that she wants to be the only one to hear it; let it be hers and hers ALONE. She is not possessive, but she certainly wants to be special.
And it would appear she is special, for she has been PRIVILEGED enough to gain the attention of someone so sweet, so interesting and loving. As she feels the gentle prodding of her love’s tongue, she smiles and allows her lips to part without hesitation. THIS is something they know how to do; such passionate kisses have happened often between them. The warmth of Yumeno’s arms around her neck are as welcomed as any embrace, and the maid finds herself as happy as ever. She is overflowing with JOY.
It is with reluctance that she allows them to part ( although her lungs thank her, for oxygen is necessary ), and she finds herself breathing just as heavily as her partner. As Yumeno begins to speak, absentmindedly Toujou’s head tilts to the side, dirty blond strands falling from her face. She is curious as to what Yumeno speaks of.
Holding back…holding back what?
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sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ✧┊⊰ Nerves seem to ease down when the distance between them both grow bigger; though she finds herself mildly sad simply because she is GREEDY to want MORE. Yumeno breathes out the pent up breath that is kept captive within the bony cage of her ribcage, her lungs giving their silent gratitude on the reprieve. Unfortunately, her NERVES were still there, but the fixated gaze she bears towards the sage green-eyed maid says enough that Toujou considers her above ALL else. It is CHILLY ( despite being room temperature ), her exposed skin only captures the coolness of the room which allows her to shudder once more.
The melodic & harmonic voice from her love’s octave causes her gaze to avert back to her, the crimson-haired girl feels the few strands of her hair move against her scalp, tickling her skin for a brief moment before it settles. Despite how on a norm her expression bears nothing but EXHAUSTION & DROWSINESS, Yumeno finds herself firmly staring at Toujou---as if she was a mother ready to scold her child. Seldom did she ever reveal this side of her ( not even to her beloved ) & certainly she knows for a fact it would prove to STARTLE her to some degree. Her mouth opens to speak, but her amber red inked irises take note of the nonverbal language portrayed by the holding up of a single finger. Lips met each other once again, Yumeno finds herself remaining silent, blinking a couple of times as the other spoke.
Fingers find comfort when they meet their significant other, the entwining of digits allow Yumeno to sigh softly to herself. Her heartbeat continues to pound against the bony cage of her ribs, & the magician feels the TWITCH that causes her to furrow her brows. It isn’t as if she’s FRUSTRATED---if anything, she understands where the other is coming from. The laziness in her persona seems to crack, the facade that she bears on a daily basis is crumbling at a rapid rate. It isn’t necessarily a BAD thing for that to happen ( it means she’s opening up to someone special ).
Hand removing from its position upon her own chest, fingertips gently brush at the dirty blonde bangs, moving towards Toujou’s cheek. The tactile sense tingles against her digits, Yumeno finds herself focused on such small movement. Caressing. Her fingers gently caress & brush as much as she can---the distance being the sole barrier from the full-handed stroke she would do normally. With her other hand occupied, she gently squeezes to reassure Toujou that she was definitely comfortable with going forward in this intimate act.
❝ Don’t think too much. ❞ Yumeno answers calmly, using her free arm to force herself onto her elbows; the squirming allows her to adjust, but to also prop herself into a sitting position.
Fabric covering her back cascades & trails down her spine, body shuddering from the sensitive touch & sensation. Her shoulders are bare, her arms as well & certainly the top portion of her body is exposed. The white bra she wears beings to falter ever so slightly, the strap on her shoulder dislocates from its position & down onto her arm. The other strap thankfully remains in position. That’s better. She thinks to herself as she begins to brush aside the blonde bangs covering Toujou’s eye.
❝ Of course I want to do this with you. If I didn’t...I wouldn’t even suggest it. ❞ Yumeno continues to speak, though her tone turns into one of mild teasing. ❝ Making me do this work to hear this hesitation from you...do I have to PUNISH you again? ❞
In truth, the magician wouldn’t do it again. She had done it once & repetition grew dull after a while. She prefers her “flavors” to be of VARIETY. ❝ ...whatever makes YOU comfortable is what makes ME comfortable. Always servicing others...you’re more than that, Kirumi. I want you to act on your OWN, to do this with me with your own want & feeling. ❞
A kiss to Toujou’s entwined hand is given after her words, lingering & soft. Yumeno peers up after before she cranes her neck to leave a gentle, but sloppy kiss onto her lover’s lips. ❝ You’ll do just fine. I trust you after all. Plus...everything you do is P E R F E C T. ❞
It mattered not where they were to engage in the act of physical intimacy. Fingers grabbed at the white collar, dragging them both down onto each other once more. Yumeno feels her back touch against the mildly warm surface of the couch, a deep breath is inhaled before she releases her grip.
sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ✧┊⊰ A whine emits from her lips as a hand brushes & presses against the fair-hued skin of her exposed hip & thigh. Yumeno averts her gaze away from the other, knowing his looming & tall stature would only cause more nervousness to her ( she was already nervous regardless ). It wasn’t as if they hadn’t known each other for a while---if anything, they were peculiar as FRIENDS. Do friends engage in scandalous acts together? Perhaps. The magician knows she is a GOOD girl ( mostly ), & she knows she’s smart enough to make consenting decisions for herself ( ones she wouldn’t regret at least---her mother TAUGHT her well after all ).
❝ Shinguuji. ❞ her tongue manages to find words again after the initial brush of her skin from his hand. ❝ Have you...done this before? ❞
For someone inexperienced as she is, she worries at the very least it may be too overwhelming for her, or too BLAND for her partner. A pleaser to others is NOT what she is ( she isn’t Toujou ), but to something like this, it isn’t necessarily WRONG to be a tad self-conscious.
YOU KNOW YOUR ROOM ISN'T GONNA CLEAN ITSELF WHEN YOU'RE WATCHING THOSE DAMN WORK OUT VIDEOS ALL DAY
sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ✧┊⊰ Can’t someone just watch her god damn work out videos pornography in peace?! ❝ Jeez Kirumi…did you drop the baby Hoshi again? You know I’m busy working out…is that such a bad thing? At least I’m exercising. ❞
“I suppose I am lacking in that category, Yumeno-San; the body
has a way to inform you of what you lack, and…I may have been
forgetting to consume enough as of late.”
━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⚜
sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ✧┊⊰ ❝ I guess. But of all people, I never thought YOU’D be the type to eat CHEAP foods. Isn’t someone of your class...a bit more picky for this kinda stuff? ❞
THE FEELING OF GENTLE TOUCH BETWEEN THE STRANDS OF HAIR IS AN ELECTRIC EXPERIENCE. Or, at the very least, it is when a part of the big picture. Though soft lips have parted from her heated skin ( she wonders briefly if Yumeno had been able to catch her rapid heartbeat from just intimate actions ), the sensation LINGERS. An exhale is given, followed by slow inhale- something, anything to rid her mind of the fog that it has been put into.
❝ Learned your lesson, Kirumi? ❞
Sage green hues are finally revealed from behind her eyelids at the question. She locks her gaze with that of the girl beneath her, the world slowing around the two of them. No- no, that phrase would not do; quite presently, the mage IS Kirumi’s world. In this moment, no one else matters. She wants nothing more than to make the red-head happy- PLEASED, even ( in all connotations of that word ). Lips curl into a smile, a response ready after the brief silence.
“Yes, ma'am.”
The comment is made playfully, jest shown as the gleam across her eyes. Yes, she has learned her lesson- and yet, she is sure that it is something she will do more than once. She cannot help it if things become HEATED between them, after all; she will, however, gladly take the repercussions for such occurrences. While her preference is to tend to Yumeno’s wants and desires, it would be a lie to say that it is not enjoyable for her girlfriend to take control of the situation every now and again. They have their rhyme and rhythm- but changing the tune every so often does not throw out their HARMONY.
She feels the gentle tug of her headband, weight lifted from her scalp as the accessory is tossed aside. This action does not cue the maid in on what might be happening, for she considers that the headband was merely in the way. It is when lips collide with her own, when hands snake by her neck, when the tension of the lilac tie of her uniform is lessened, that Toujou realizes that actions are about to escalate.
The gentle movement of Yumeno’s lips brushing against her own as she speaks is intoxicating all on its own. The words, however, make her to MELT ( ever the sap, she is ). “I know,” she breathes, voice hardly above that of a whisper. “And I love you…so very, very much.” She means it. With every fiber of her being, she means these words. They are spoken from deep within her heart, honest and genuine. It would seem that they are met with the feeling of Yumeno’s legs wrapping around her frame, the warmth of more bodily contact causing her mind to once again go blank. The blonde adjusts just a tad, allowing for her love to be more comfortable–
❝ I want you, Kirumi. ❞
These words cause her eyes to widen. The phrase is simple, yes- but it is honest, and raw, and to the point. She finds herself unable to speak for a moment, only able to stare down at the magician as she watches the other’s face go crimson. Eventually, she is able to produce a word.
“H-Himiko…”
That phrase replays in her head. And then it replays again. Oh, how she wants to hear it said again! She thrives on VALIDATION, thrives on knowing what service she may provide, thrives on knowing her beloved wants to go to the same extent she does. This small phrase is everything. Being as sentimental as she is, she stores the phrase in her memory; she will not make Yumeno repeat it, for she knows that such an utterance both very vulnerable and very new.
She brings her hand up to her lips, teeth gently latching on to black fabric as she pulls her hand from its encasement in the glove. The piece of fabric is tossed to the table from her mouth ( she does not bother to check if the glove made it or not; she cares not at the current moment ), and her now bare hand is free to softly stroke and tangle into Yumeno’s hair.
“…That is certainly something I can do,” she whispers back, face moving closer to Yumeno’s. Her hand, now placed beneath the other’s chin, gently guides the amber gaze towards her own.With hunger yet tender passion, lips are pressed against that of her darling Himiko’s. She will try not to overthink each aspect of this union, what is next on the traditional to-do list; those cannot exist within their world of intimacy. The only thoughts on Kirumi’s mind are her LOVE for this beautiful, enchanting girl, and how best to PLEASE her partner as a show of such affection.
She is sure she will figure it out.
sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ✧┊⊰ Brows furrow lightly from the overwhelming embarrassment that seeps from her body’s reactions. Heartbeat escalates & its rhythm POUNDS against her ears---she feels it & for that very moment, Yumeno utterly believes that Toujou could hear how LOVE STRUCK she is. Her body forcefully tenses at the mention of her first name, the sacred melody is addictive. Selfish she is ( despite lazy ), she wants to hear her name be said over & over again. Her body & heart yearns for the maid’s unconditional love. The way she was held, the way she tastes, the way she detects her scent in her nasal cavity, the way how Toujou looks at her. Every bit of her drove the magician into MADNESS.
Amber red toned irises gaze at the motion of teeth gritting against black fabric, the mild sound of fabric rubbing is heard. Yumeno remains silent, her cheeks are tinted in RED from the heat of her motions prior to this moment. Her pupils are honed & focused upon the accessory, head & eyes following its motion as she watches it land at its fallen state.
❝ ---That is something I can do .❞
Attention is brought back to Toujou, Yumeno’s hears her breath HITCH from the sudden closure, the space between them both is closing more & more at this second. Large spaces is something that the crimson-haired magician LOATHES with her entire being ( it was all of a grim reminder of her PAST after all ), but she finds the closing space between her & the blonde maid to be SUFFOCATING ( in a good way ).
It’s...hard to breathe.
Finding her own breath is DIFFICULT, especially when a delicate hand is placed into red locks of hair, her teeth grit for a brief moment. Pleasure rises from the touches at her head, her body squirms against the maid in response. ❝ Mnnn... ❞ Yumeno finds herself softly moaning from the touches, her mind wants to hold herself back ( to prevent herself from embarrassing herself even further ).
I...I want you. I want everything...
the way you smell, the way you taste...
the way you look at me...
the way you hold me...care for me...
Please have me.
Giving up on her attempt to restrain herself, Yumeno allows her body to be pleased by INSTINCT, the human desire is a force that even MAGIC cannot withhold entirely. Head nuzzling into the hand, a faint smile appears on her lips, her gaze softens as she peers lovingly into Toujou’s green eyes. Ruffling & toying of her hair was a GUILTY pleasure of hers ( she enjoys being pet---though seldom does anyone know unless she COMMANDED someone close to her to give her such treatment ). Feeling fingers under her chin, the magician hitches in her breath, eyes widened before she is met in a FIERCE---yet P A S S I O N A T E kiss. Taming the beast that yearned for everlastingless is DIFFICULT; but as a MAGE ( in her own mind ), she knows she has the ability to keep the monster inside of her significant other at bay.
Tongue gently prods out from her mouth, gently brushing against Toujou’s lips. If granted, Yumeno allows herself to indulge in the sensation of warmth, the delicate texture of their tongues touching slightly as lips still met. Fingers digging onto shoulder blades maneuver around, arms embracing around her beloved’s neck. The magician pulls away from the kiss once again, heaving heavily to catch her breath.
❝ Haa....Kirumi... ❞ she softly whispers, ❝ it’s tiresome...holding back. I can’t hold back further...or else I’ll get too tired. ❞
A pause. Her gaze averts away. ❝ I want you to love me...to touch me...to do everything to me to make...me yours. To make me your master...to be my familiar... ❞ Appendages grip at the bow that sealed her cape around her back, unraveling the knot before she allows herself to squirm to strip it off from the furniture they were both on.
The wind-like noise that is heard from the fallen fabric causes Yumeno to shake mildly---from nervousness, if anything. Amber red eyes still peer away from the dirty blonde-haired maid, fingers grasping her hat to toss it to the side as well ( she doesn’t feel comfortable without it, but she is engaging in intimacy after all ). To give herself to someone like this, the magician feels a SPIRITUAL bond forming even further with Toujou. It is surprising to her that she had acquired her familiar & soul mate from sheer luck. Perhaps her endurance through life’s cruelty was enough to earn a remission.
Why...am I so nervous...?
It’s not like she’s going to hurt me...
Thoughts constantly spike her anxiety, the nervousness in her body is evident from the mild trembling. She knows she has every right to behave the way she is---this is the FIRST time she’s EVER ended up in such a situation. Yumeno takes a soft, deep breath, forcing her fingers to unbutton her shirt, allowing her body to squirm as the fabric slides down her arms & back. ❝ I...I haven’t done this before... ❞ breathing out softly, she forces the last bit of BOLDNESS in her energy to undo the skirt fastened around her hips, her lower extremities squirming mildly to loosen up the fabric as well. ❝ Please be gentle... ❞
Coolness touches her pale skin, but she finds it comforting as her body heated up severely from the flustered acts. Yumeno KNOWS that her beloved is WATCHING her attentively, & her lips form a mild scowl. Allowing her hand to rest on her chest, her palm touches the middle of the bra she is wearing. Despite how her chest is not as big as Toujou’s or some of the other female classmates she has, Yumeno knows that the maid would cherish every ounce of her. A tad self-conscious she is, the magician, looks away again, allowing her position to remain PASSIVE. Her shoulders were unilateral from each other, one hand is placed upon her own bosom, her legs unraveled from Toujou’s frame & spread to accommodate the size of her partner within her proximity. ❝ ...this is embarrassing... ❞ she mutters to herself. ❝ I feel so VULNERABLE. ❞
THE SOFT NOISES SHE HEARS FROM HER LOVER DO THE TRICK IN PROVIDING AN INTOXICATING EFFECT. A need to continue to hear such sounds, to know that Yumeno is enjoying herself. Kirumi seeks validation in all she does ( she has achieved a reputation of perfection, after all ), and the satisfaction of her beloved girlfriend is certainly no exception. Certainly, the maid gets something out of this too- but even if she DIDN’T, the mere giddiness of providing the magician with bliss and happiness is enough to keep her content.
The feeling of fingers tangling within her hair is welcomed; the more bodily contact, THE BETTER. There is certainly LUST beneath the surface of all of this, but it is brought forth in the matter of wearing their hearts and emotions upon their sleeves. They know where they stand. They know they are meant to be together. The amount of PASSION that comes about as a result is reasonable, justified, and expected.
It is new for Kirumi, though; she’s never grown quite so attached to one person before, and certainly not romantically. This entire relationship with Yumeno has been a FIRST for her on all accounts. First kiss. First connection. First love. It must simply be the nature of the beast, she reasons, for her to take such actions without thought. Instinct brought about by a biological need refined through years of evolution. And if not biological, than certainly psychological- for Erikson had a stage of development for resolving the conflict of INTIMACY versus ISOLATION, did he not? She has never desired to be alone, but who might have thought that she would end up so completely head over heels like this?
Whatever the reason, it matters not. The only thing that truthfully matters is the here and now- the beating of her heart, the heat the spreads throughout her body, and the girl beneath her. Her smile continues to be warm and loving, and then—
❝ I’m…going to have to punish you for making me
UNCOMFORTABLE from all this heat. ❞
There is a laugh- gentle, airy. CONFUSED. “Punish me…?” She cannot decipher if such a comment is in jest, and her head tilts to the side to lean into Yumeno’s hand. There is, for a brief moment, a FEAR that she has made Yumeno uncomfortable– that is to say, that they have gone further than intended. That Toujou has misread the situation, or crossed a boundary. The fright and impending anxiety is put to rest quite quickly, for she knows in her heart of hearts that the line of communication between them is open. If something were wrong, someone would have spoke up. And how can crimson eyes gaze upon her with so much AFFECTION if something were truly amiss?
Curious she is, to see what Yumeno will do for her spell. She wonders if it will work- and if so, how it shall be done. Certainly it isn’t as simple as a few rhyming words…? Red hues are hidden from view as Yumeno closes her eyes, and patiently Kirumi waits. What happens next is UNEXPECTED, and upon feeling lips on the tender skin of her neck she lets out a gasp. It does not click initially that THIS is her PUNISHMENT- not until she feels the soft warmth of Himiko’s tongue upon her flesh, and despite her composure she finds herself blushing profusely. She is used to doing the tending– to have it then turned upon her in such a fashion is sudden. Though…EXCITING.
“H-Hng–!!” The feeling of teeth mixed with hot breath upon her ear causes her to let out her own noise of pleasure, despite herself. Perhaps it is out of embarrassment, or perhaps it is out of pure enjoyment, but eyes squeeze shut as she takes a shaky inhale while the mage continues her decent down her jawline. The light petting of her hair is not unwelcomed– but all of this is serving to simply ENSURE that, when Himiko has had her fun with this “punishment,” Kirumi once again provide such loving gestures.
After all- that was her duty, wasn’t it? It is something she takes pride in, you know.
sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ✧┊⊰ Breath leaves TIRED lungs as lips part from sensitive skin & warmth. Tympanic membranes absorb the octave, the harmonic melody engraves itself into her mind. Pleasure rises from her beating heart, her body shudders as the signal cascades down her tiny frame. Silk-like texture caresses at her fingertips, the magician finds herself unable to BREATHE ( her love is infinite, it is SUFFOCATING & OVERWHELMING; but not unwelcomed ). A deep inhale is done, oxygen is acquired back to her body as if to attempt to cease the rapid firing of her heart’s rhythm.
Dirty blonde hair continues to mingle & tangle in her digits, Yumeno is careful to not dig her nails into the scalp of her beloved. She cannot help to find herself exhausted from their passionate lust as of now, but she finds herself energized all the same. ❝ Learned your lesson, Kirumi? ❞ Yumeno speaks softly, though she merely adjusts her body so they are positioned face to face.
She hopes at the very least that the maid had learned her place when it came to these acts ( but they are playful & bear no malice ). Fingers travel once more, trapping the features into her palms. Her hand gently moves away the bangs that cover Toujou’s eye, the sage green tone to them causes her heart rate to escalate once again. For a moment, the magician finds herself unable to breathe---it is a miracle on how she even acquired Toujou’s love & affections. Was she simply that special enough to capture one that possessed traits of perfectionism?
Yumeno finds herself staring with loving amber red lens; never in her LIFE had she expected to fall in love. Love is a strange emotion, though it certainly possessed some frightful magic. She remembers how she fell in love with Toujou, the yearning & desire to be in her embrace had overwhelmed her small frame. So much that the magician had to barricade herself in her room for DAYS simply because she could not bear the strength of such affections, much less alone having to deal with the fumbling of steps whenever their eyes met. It isn’t a surprise at first that her small acts of pranks to cause a response from the maid simply evolved into something further. Her first kiss. Her first E L E C T R I C A L bond. It is addicting, & perhaps then she won the JACKPOT in this GAMBLE.
Headband removed from Toujou’s hair, the crimon-haired girl is CAREFUL to not yank at the accessory to tug at the hair. She gently tosses it onto the table nearby, careful to not let it fall down onto the ground. Yumeno finds herself exhaling softly before leaning in to meet her lips with Toujou’s, fingers sliding down from her neck to the lilac-hued tie to dismantle it. Not looking, she too tosses the fabric accessory to the side, allowing it to rest & meet at the headband.
❝ ...you know that I love you
so,
so
MUCH,
right? ❞
Words are muttered against soft lips, the sound of its union ceases once Yumeno pulls away. I can’t control myself...what is this spell that I’m under...? Legs proceed to adjust, wrapped around the maid’s frame. Her inner thighs gently rub against the black dress, the fabric is pleasant to her tactile senses.
❝ I want you, Kirumi. ❞ Fingers proceed to dig into her love’s shoulder blades.
Yumeno moves her head to the side, staring at the wall as her cheeks FLARE from the abundant heat from her own body. It causes her to BLUSH, embarrassing it is to her that she had confessed what she wanted. I want you so much...but...it’ll feel weird...I’m...
Thoughts race in her confused mind & she takes a shaky, nervous breath before shutting her eyes. Too embarrassed to look, she quickly speaks her knowledge & her “reasoning” behind the strong-toned words. ❝ You...accepted to be my familiar...to do so...you’d need to do a mana transfer with me. Which...requires... ❞ Yumeno’s words trail as she speaks, barely a whisper when she spews the last few strands of words. ❝ LOVE.A...lot of it... ❞
