[they kiss her at some point after the three types-- formats?— iterations of seaweed in japanese. her mouth is precious and bright, her eyes warm with friendly interest. they like this too, when things are amicable and pleasurable. to be in the bed of a beautiful woman who doesn't ask for anything but
more words for seaweed, apparently.]
Does it happen more often if you're distracted? [long, rough fingers under her back unhook her bra. the elastic straps relax abruptly, losing their taut stretch, going wiggly and soft atop her shoulders. they tug it up off her arms, and then start on her clavicles, a small bite placed at the center peak, where one wing meets the other below the hollow of her throat. a smile tucked against her after that.] Fall yourself lapsing into the Japanese?
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more words for seaweed, apparently.]
Does it happen more often if you're distracted? [long, rough fingers under her back unhook her bra. the elastic straps relax abruptly, losing their taut stretch, going wiggly and soft atop her shoulders. they tug it up off her arms, and then start on her clavicles, a small bite placed at the center peak, where one wing meets the other below the hollow of her throat. a smile tucked against her after that.] Fall yourself lapsing into the Japanese?