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[shesgotguts]

house #1490
husband ❧ daughter ❧ son
sister ☆ daughter ☆ nope ☆ no way

owner of Good Golly, Miss Holly!
principal's assistant at Altaciere High School
member of the Holly Heights Welcoming Committee

"Your queen, Milly Ashford, isn't here right now, so feel free to leave a message!! She'll have a servant get back to you ASAP!"

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[strippingsensei]

<sub>[ Aikuro works his tongue once it's in, though it's easy and slow-- his own muscle dancing with her's tenderly. Milly can probably feel him warming up by now as his blood pumps quickly through his veins, heat radiating from him. It was almost like he had a fever.

That's not all she probably felt if her attention was a bit.. lower.

His focus moves from her lips back down to her neck and he eats her up here-- right in the hollow of her throat. This time he makes a point to leave a mark. Nothing entirely big, but something very obvious.
Suck suck suck he goes, flicking the tip of his tongue over her skin once he has it captured between his lips. She could easily hide it with a higher collar shirt if she wanted to by the end of it.

Aikuro's teeth scrape across the tender skin once he is finished and he lifts his head to take a good look at her— and catch his ragged breath. ]</sub>

Are we getting carried away.. you think?
_{[ His voice. It sounded incredibly sultry at this rate. The question, though. It's something he has been wondering this whole time. Nobody ever sat down and discussed feelings. They certainly didn't. ]}

[shesgotguts]

[her mind is so focused on him, and how fantastic she feels (and hopefully how great he feels too), that tiny bits of information from her surroundings actually processes. his tongue moving with hers, how warm they're both feeling, his... growing arousal. and all of it is adding up to her being unable to keep from tearing his underwear off him. hers can follow suit, frankly.

her resisting the urge to rip their undergarments to shreds becomes so much more difficult when his attention returns to her neck, and she practically becomes a puddle under him. damn him for figuring out one of her weak spots... is what she would say if she wasn't whimpering and moaning under his lips. a breathless whisper of his name escapes her, and she makes no attempt to cover it up. why should she? he's giving her the attention she's missed out on for a year. he should be proud of himself. at least a little bit.

but when he pulls away and looks at her, she wonders if she's scared him a little bit. she's not one to ever regret her words, but if that's what spooked him into reconsidering... she, too, is attempting to catch her breath, though what does that matter when his voice leaves her breathless again? if only he knew half of the things he did to her...

but she gazes up at him for a moment, blue eyes half-lidded, smiling softly. her voice matches his, in a way, but her answer is confident.] No. I don't think we are. [and even though she doesn't want to ask, she has to.] Do... do you?

[strippingsensei]

_{[ Aikuro doesn't answer her question right off the bat; he's too preoccupied with kissing down over her collarbone and along the top part of her breasts. A smooch here, a smooch there— sometimes he nips softly with his teeth. He eventually pulls his gaze to meet hers again. ]}

I don't think we are if you don't think we are— as long as you're alright.

<sub>[ He's pretty aware by her behavior that she wants to have sex. And in all honesty, this wasn't the reason why he came over to her place. No, it really wasn't. If he came with that intention, he would have come readily prepared. Oh, would he have come prepared with absolutely everything. Even rose petals to lavish her with. How things escalated so quickly is mysterious, but he isn't one to leave somebody who totally wants him and he's one to really be flexible with how things seem to go.

His hands smooth up her sides and along her tits, fingers pressing firmly into them as he allows their lips to meet once more.
Then, he will ask, voice hushed: ]</sub>

—Do you have everything we would need?
_{[ Implying that yes, he is willing to have sex with you if you want. If she doesn't have the things they will need, that might be a problem, but he will find a way to improvise this situation that doesn't involve penetration. ]}

[shesgotguts]

[his answer could've never come, and she might've been just as happy. each of his kisses earns him a small noise of pleasure from her, the beginnings of giggles, and his teeth on her skin causes her to gasp. but when she does hear his answer, she smiles brightly-- it's hard to keep her excitement contained.]

Don't worry, I'm more than alright.

[and she means it. this is the best she's felt in a while. sure, the daily grind in a peaceful town full of friends is fun, but a dry spell is still a dry spell. and for someone she actually cares for and really likes to give her a little bit of attention and affection is more than she expected. it's wonderful to feel attractive, and more than that, wanted again. he might not feel as strongly as she does, but he does feel something, or he wouldn't be nearly naked and on top of her in her bed.

and if he wanted to walk away from this, he would've. right? he would've left long ago. him staying has to count for something. anything.

her nails scratch lightly at his shoulders, and continue down his arms, with her palms sliding back up them to erase the little lines she's made. even as he gropes her, and her hips roll up under his, her hands don't give up on the pattern. it's calming, in a weird way. when every other part of her is eager, it's her hands that keep her from getting too ahead of herself.

his question, as sultry and smooth as it, gets her to laugh. one of her hands flies to cover half of her face and she nods. at the very beginning of being in this town, she thought this scenario would've been played out at least once every two months. and who wanted to be unprepared? not her. but alas, that wasn't the case. so there was a store of supplies in a dresser drawer, and no one to use them with. well, now there was.

and through her slightly embarrassed laughter, she asks--] Would you like me to get them for us?

[strippingsensei]

<sub>[ He was so horny. Damn it, he didn't know he was going to get so hot and actually have sex when he came over. This.. wasn't according to plan. Not like he is complaining— he isn't complaining one bit.
All of her noises earn a response from him— he vocally makes he known he is equally enjoying himself and possibly eggs on his sounds a little more to sound more attractive. Just slightly. What did he do? Work in a porno before he became a teacher?

His lips smile against her skin when he hears her laugh. She's adorable— simply too cute. How he hasn't been this attracted to her before then is a mystery, but he understood everything now.
When she asks to get up, he grunts, hand moving to her arms to restrain her at her wrists. He really doesn't realize what he is doing-- everything in his head is cloudy at the moment as he lavishes her chest with so much— so much attention. Licking, kissing, sucking-- he was practically eating her all up. No doubt there will be small marks all over them in the morning.

Aikuro's hand finally moves, fingers sliding along her body-- lower, lower lower until he is pressing two fingers in between her legs and gently feeling around there. Was she ready for this? That is what he is mainly wondering.

His voice is hoarse, but he responds: ]</sub>

Just tell me where, my dear. I'll get them.
_{[ and that's it. They're gonna do it. They're gonna climb the whole sex mountain. ]}