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[ ooc: From here! ]

[ Majima let out a quiet sigh at the feel of her touch -- barely audible, even as it tickled at the skin at her shoulder. ]

I don't mind if you don't.

[ There was a sliver of smooth, exposed skin at Justine's shirtfront, and he dipped down to plant a kiss there, too. In a quiet rustle of cloth, he shifted positions, kneeling in front of her. If she wanted, she could easily reach out and trap him there with her legs.

At the moment, however, he seemed content to brush his lips against her knee. Only then did he look up and meet her gaze once more, smiling with a warmth that was no doubt now familiar to her. ]

I kinda like lookin' up at you.

[Her lovely lips broke into an amused smile.]

I don't mind.

[Justine leans back against the couch as his mouth presses a sweet kiss against her collar bone. The heat of his breath trails fire over her skin and goose-bumps prickle across her shoulders before spreading down her arms. She meets his gaze and exhales a slow steadying breath.

He looks good but contradictory, like a predator bowing to its prey. It's a good look on him, though she might argue that Majima looks good no matter what position he's in.

She lifts a leg and drags it languidly along Majima's shoulders.]

I'd never deny you that pleasure.

[ Promising. As was the way Majima lifted up a corner of her skirt, letting the soft fabric sweep just slightly up the length of her leg. Once inch at a time, he continued, working a line of kisses up the inside of her thigh.

Justine had a way of favoring lace under her clothes, and he couldn't help but wonder if the same held true today. Having that long, lovely limb draped over his shoulder and back was almost too tempting -- but he forced himself to slow instead, at least until her skirt was pooled at her hips and he could hook a thumb under the waistband of her panties. He lifted the elastic, brushed his lips against the sensitive skin just beneath. ]

I'm surprised they even sell these in the 50's. Seems way too sexy.

[ In fact, it seemed more like Justine would give a Townsperson a stroke just asking about their intimate wear department. ]

[Her breath quickens as he slowly trails kisses up the inside of her thigh. Each second entices her future, spreading the warm heat of his breath and lips a little closer to the sensitive flesh at her core.

Justine's fingers run through Majima's hair, lacing within the silky black locks as his fingers tug at the dark purple lace panties she wore.] I have my ways. [She likes shopping and spends a pleasant amount of time in the local clothing store in order to find something that she feels comfortable in; most of which is risque in nature.]

Majima.

[She breaths his name and closes her eyes. Heavy breaths fall from her lips as thin tendrils of heat pulsed through her frame.]

[ Majima smiled up at her in a manner that was almost innocent -- even as he slipped his fingertips downward to rub first lightly over her clit, then work his way down over her outer lips and back up, using the fabric to keep the sensations from getting too intense.

At least to begin with. ]

Hmmm?

[ The question had a bit of a teasing tone to it. Not for long, however; not with the way she was already reacting. A moment or two to slip the lace free, and then he was applying himself in earnest, swirling a warm tongue around her nub. ]

[Her fingers curl creating weak fistfuls of hair, as if she's holding him in place between her legs. Justine inhales a sharp breath, her back arches, her hips lift towards his mouth and her thighs begin to tremble as she lost herself to greedy touch of his lips.

It's easy to feel. Thick waves of desire rolling and crashing against her senses, as if every nerve has been ignited by the motion of his tongue as it slips through the wet folds and finds the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core.

A soft moan plucks from her throat and her chest heaves as she struggles to pull air into her lungs. Dot's of light swim within her vision and with each flick of his tongue or hard pressure of his finger and lips. She feels that pleasure rising, like a clear clean note echoing through her head. It's steady at first, almost gentle, and then the need is demanding and hard, leaving nothing in its wake.

Her lips part and erotic moans fill the living room. Justine doesn't know how much time passes, it's impossible to think of anything except for Majima but she feels the rise of her orgasm and then the hard crash against her senses as it steals her strength and leaves a pleasing ebbing sensation in its shadow.]

[ She could easily have pulled harder, with no complaint from him. When it came to accommodating Justine, to drawing out every last note of pleasure from the lovely body drawn taut before him, he was here to serve.

That wanton way she gave in to that enjoyment, the heat radiating off her skin as she arched and luxuriated in the sensations rolling over her? It was his pleasure to be able to watch, and listen, and tease out just a little more. Strong, warm hands roamed over her thighs, her stomach, the warm folds of her sex. And when he felt the first delicious shudders right before she came, he was able to drink in that part of Justine's beauty, too -- the way she rode those crashing waves in their entirety, without a thought to shying away.

By the time those waves had begun to recede, and through Justine's own efforts, Majima was looking a little tousled, but rather gratified. There was nothing quite like enjoying Justine's company.

He looked up at her, smiling. They ought to give Justine at least half a minute to cool down, but... ]

Feel like goin' for multiples?

[Electricity hums through her veins as the blissful high slowly begins to ebb. A sweet breathless smile shapes her lips while a light pink blush tints the pale hue of her cheeks.] I'll steal you away for as long as you'll have me. [Her voice is heady, thick and warm.

Justine leans forward and captures Majima's mouth in a chaste affectionate kiss. She can taste the reminiscence of her orgasm on his lips and couldn't help but smile mid-kiss.]

I'm all yours.

[And she means it.]

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action; let's say she's wearing a skirt?

action; yes, skirt & button down blouse

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should we ftb?

yeah! Fade to Black!