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Post by Asahina Momiko on Apr 21, 2018 3:59:09 GMT -5
Asahina Momiko woke up, blinking. Thanks to the guest room's blackout curtains, it was hard to immediately tell the time. Pushing herself up a little, from laying on her front, she looked over at the digital clock and saw it was still before seven. Good. She became aware that there was something between her chest and the bed though and tilted her head down; She could just make out the hand she'd fallen asleep on. It was at this point it all rushed back; The cuddling, using up all three condoms... And the sensation of Tamori Yoshi stirring, a leg draped across her but. Momiko smiled silently and followed the arm up to it's owner's shoulder, then to the head with it's face buried in a pillow. She gingerly turned the head to replace the pillow with her own pair, gently petting the first year boy's short hair, trying to not wake him. |
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Apr 21, 2018 18:15:20 GMT -5
Yoshi stays asleep a bit longer, nestled in her softness, but the petting and a natural tendancy to rise early eventually lead him to begin waking. Momiko feels him stir and mumble incoherent sounds against her chest as he slowly rouses. When he realizes where his head is, he takes in a sharp breath and blinks a little in surprise, but then he looks up into the face of his girlfriend and smiles.
"Oh... hey, you," he says a bit dreamily. The leg he has still draped over her pulls them instinctively closer together, with the morning state of his body poking her in the thigh as he nuzzles his resting place and inhales the aroma of her skin.
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Apr 22, 2018 14:42:11 GMT -5
"Good morning," she says back softly, not moving even now that he's awake, apart from her hand, "I hope you do not mind that I moved you; You were face down on the pillow and looked so cute... I figured it would not hurt to move you."
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Apr 22, 2018 16:10:20 GMT -5
"I... don't mind at all," Yoshi replies, clearly feeling very much the opposite of hurt. His smile becomes one of gratitude at her thoughtful repositioning of him as he adds, "I'd love to wake up like this every morning."
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Apr 24, 2018 15:13:10 GMT -5
"Every morning?" Momiko asked, tilting her head a little ass he looked down at him; Yoshi also might have noticed, at this point, that she was squinting.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Apr 24, 2018 18:15:39 GMT -5
"Every one," he confirms, letting her interpret for herself whatever implications that statement made about their future together. Reluctantly, he scoots upward, freeing his head from her body's welcome embrace in order to look around. Finding her glasses perched atop their mutual pile of discarded clothes, he reaches for them and, with care befitting the crowning of a beauty pageant queen, places them gently upon her face.
"How cute did I really look, without these?" he says, calling her out playfully on her earlier statement before moving in for a kiss.
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Apr 24, 2018 21:07:03 GMT -5
"Cute. Just... fuzzy. I am terribly far sighted, so with you this close, you are just kind of a blob without my glasses. But I do not need them to tell you are cute anyways."
She rolled onto her side them on top of him, only remembering then that she was nude. "...I do not think I could forget that at this point, since I know how cute all of you is at this point."
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Apr 24, 2018 22:05:51 GMT -5
"All of you is pretty cute, too," he replies, touching with his hands the parts of her that weren't already pressed against him. "I'll never forget one bit, either." Eventually, his arms come to a rest just holding her.
"I'm... I'm really glad we did this," he says. And, though he'd probably said it countless times during the long sleepless night they'd spent together the day before, he tells her once again, "I love you."
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Apr 24, 2018 22:35:14 GMT -5
Momiko is blushing at this point, if she weren't already (which she had been). "I am still not quite used to that. Having someone besides Takano or father say that. And it is so different coming from you, of course. I am not sure whether I like hearing that more or your touch."
She wiggled on him.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Apr 25, 2018 6:11:47 GMT -5
"You don't have to pick a favorite; you can have both from me whenever you want," he tells her, releasing his hug to give her more of the latter. She can feel his appreciation for her wiggling too, still firm against her stomach as she lays on him. "I... admit, I was a little worried that I said the words too much last night... during... so it's nice to hear you're not used to it yet, rather than sick of it." He also didn't feel she needed to choose a favorite when he considered one to be an expression of the other, intrinsically linked, which he more than demonstrated by uttering his devotion so much the night before.
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