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Post by Asahina Momiko on Apr 26, 2018 16:25:15 GMT -5
She nodded, "I like to think I am a pretty patient and understanding person, not the sort of person who chases after novelty for novelty's sake. So I think you will find it hard for me to grow tired of things just because of repetition. I have always thought of you as similar to me in that way, just trying to read you."
Momiko shivered a bit under Yoshi's touch... and at the way she felt a warm twitch against her stomach.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Apr 26, 2018 21:05:04 GMT -5
"You are patient and understanding," Yoshi affirms. "Those are two big reasons why I love you... and why last night went so well, I think. You're also right, I don't mind repetition; I'm actually in the mood for another round of... repetition... except that we already hit our limit of three." He casts a fond but wistful glance at the waste basket in the corner of the room, though he turns back to Momiko with an inspired gleam in his eyes.
"Hey...," he says, quietly and a bit consipratorially, "...do you think we could... take our morning shower together? We could wash each other and... do some of the other things we tried a little of last night. In that order too; that way... things won't taste like latex this time." He bites his lower lip in a little embarrassment, recalling that as an awkward lesson they'd both learned.
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Apr 26, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -5
Momiko nods, apparently not embarrassed by that, "That is not a bad idea. I did want to do some of those things we tried more extensively; I am feeling like... an itch almost."
There was certainly something, because the nude young woman was wiggling more and more on her, the covers slowly sliding down off her back. She wasn't moving off him though.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Apr 26, 2018 21:54:43 GMT -5
"I know that feeling," Yoshi says, his breathing a little ragged since she was causing said feeling at this very moment. "That's... attraction... to put it simply. We should... get up and get to a bathroom to take care of that for each other... before things go too much further here... where it's harder to clean up." He recalls their time together in the limo and almost loses his composure at the thought.
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Apr 26, 2018 22:07:06 GMT -5
"Clean up?"
Momiko tilts her head a little, unsure what he meant. But then she remembered the limo too, her face lighting up a little, "Ah, right. ...I kind of liked the mess, but you have a point. This is one of the guest rooms, after all."
She pushed the covers the rest of the way off gently with her foot and rolled off Yoshi, hopping up and standing next to the bed.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Apr 26, 2018 22:20:57 GMT -5
Yoshi sighs as she rises, both in relief that he'd maintained control and in appreciation of the sight of her. He takes one last moment to enjoy the warmth and softness of the bed they'd shared, the place where they'd given each other their virginity, before he stands as well, grabbing his backpack in which he'd brought his toiletries and clean clothes for the morning. He also pulls on yesterday's pair of boxers, though he frowns as he considers fully dressing just to go bathe.
"Is it far to the nearest bathroom, or likely we'll run into anyone?" he asks.
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Apr 26, 2018 22:34:52 GMT -5
She blinks before turning and pointing to the door on the other side of the room, next to the curtained window, "How far? Who makes their guests walk down a hallway to take a shower? That would be embarrassing, would it not?"
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Apr 26, 2018 22:53:01 GMT -5
"Oh... I... guess I thought that was a closet, based on what I remembered of your own bedroom," Yoshi admits, trying not to be too mentally critical of himself for making the wrong deduction. Instead, he focuses on imagining the positives that awaited him behind the door, reaching down and sliding off his boxers before smiling and inclining his head to Momiko in deference, letting her be the one to lead the way and show him the facilities.
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Apr 26, 2018 23:01:38 GMT -5
Momiko nods, "Yeah, no closet in here, actually; I guess the thought is a guest won't be staying long enough to need more than the two hanging dressers."
She opened the door to the bathroom as she said this. The room inside was quaint compared to the main bathrooms, but Yoshi actually wouldn't know that. Instead he'd be greeted by a white and gold colored room with a double sinked marble counter, a toilet, a long narrow window high on the ceiling across from it, and a walk in shower that looked as though it had been made out of natural rocks. It was separated from the rest of the bathroom by a clear glass wall, and it's floors looked like a dark mat.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Apr 27, 2018 8:37:01 GMT -5
"Wow," Yoshi says, still quite impressed by even this smaller bathroom. It was certainly the perfect setting for the romantic shower for two he'd been imagining. He sets his bag down on the counter and fetches out his own soap and shampoo, walking over to the shower to place them next to whatever was already laid out for guests. Then he starts the water running so it can get up to a comfortable temperature before walking back to Momiko.
"Hey, I guess I do get my turn to undress you," he says with a grin, reaching up to carefully remove her glasses and place them on the counter next to his bag. He then slowly leads her by the hand to stand just outside the shower, pulling her into a loving embrace as the steam begins to rise.
"We already know what we're going to do after we've cleaned ourselves, but there are a few other "itches" we can "scratch" while we're at it," he says. She feels him smile a little in embarrassment at the cheesy line as he starts to kiss her. After he reaches out to test the shower's current temperature, she also feels that hand against her abdomen, traveling lower as he eases them both into the flowing water....
[The steam obscures the camera's view through the glass wall to the shower and its occupants.]
The faucet head drips a few remaining drops as the young lovers finally reappear from behind the fogged-over glass wall. Yoshi wraps Momiko in a towel as he hugs her from behind, breathing heavily from their mutual activity and the release it brought. He then kisses her cheek and lets go, so that she can perform whatever arcane drying ritual it was that women with long hair did, while he grabs another towel for himself.
"I wonder what's for breakfast," he muses aloud as he dries his own hair. With a cheeky smile, he adds, "I mean... what's for breakfast next." No, he couldn't resist a little reference to what they'd just been up to.
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