adropofjupiter | 13th ☆

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13th ☆

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Hey... Has anyone ever NOT opened up a letter they got in the mail? You know the kind I mean...

And, hey, Yuna. Guy. Someone around my age. Take me out to the roller rink? I wanna be a stupid teenager for a while.

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[Marisa is sitting on her front stoop. She has a bottle of Coke open next to her and she's twirling an envelope between her fingers. There's a school textbook open in her lap, but she's not exactly paying attention to it as she stares off into space. Be neighborly! Step on up and say hi!]

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Well they were slim...

But I won~ Somehow. Makes me the luckiest person like ever.

Mm... I almost wonder what it was like for you. Being on the outside looking in. It's ridiculously romantic.

[It was really lonely...]

All those years on the outside were worth the moment you let me in. [And her hand rests lightly over Patchouli's heart.] I'd go through it all again if I had to, ze. Without hesitation.

-Her face flushed. A rush of amorous feelings came over her and she nearly lost her footing if not for immediately leaning against Marisa.-

[Marisa's free arm went about Patchouli to steady her and she chuckled lightly.] Didn't mean to make you all weak in the knees...

Don't let it go to your head...

Too late~ [Kiss. No, kisses. Marisa has some for Patchouli.]

-You horrible monster. Look at her. She's all red and squeaky.-

[Marisa's rather fond of Patchouli being all red and squeaky. It means she wins!

And gonna find some place to sit down while kissing Patchouli and pull the wizard down into her lap. Cause she is a horrible monster at times~]

-Those squeaks eventually give way to a different sort of sound once Patchouli was on Marisa's lap. Something... more intimate.-

[Excellent~ Marisa's hand slides down over the curve of Patchouli's chest. Remember that thing she wanted to do in the rocket ship? Unless she's stopped, that's exactly where this is heading.]

-And Patchouli was hardly in a position to stop her. Not with as good as it was feeling to be with her. The kiss. The touch. The mood... All of it was perfect.-

[The kisses grew deeper, more intimate, and even took on an almost desperate feel as if Marisa was afraid she'd never get the chance to be with Patchouli again. This, more than anything else, was proof that Marisa Was Not Okay with what had happened after Thanksgiving.]

-Patchouli certainly noticed that increased passion and intensity. She worried, for a brief moment, if she'd be able to keep up. But... She also knew that she was the cause of this. Even with that emotion, she knew and trusted that Marisa would know when to slow down, if she needed to...-

[Marisa's hand squeezed while the other ran through Patchouli's hair and down her back to grab the wizard's behind, pulling her even closer. For the moment, it was almost as if Marisa wanted to engulf her and never, ever let her go. And just when it seemed like it was going to be too much, the witch broke the kiss and took it to Patchy's neck.]

-Patchouli took in a deep, if stilted, breath once her lips were free. The sensation of Marisa at her throat was incredible, causing her to practically melt in the other girl's arms.-

[This time there were going to be marks where observant others would be able to see given Patchouli's robes, but Marisa wasn't thinking about that. Hell, she didn't care. This was her girlfriend and she wanted her, loved her, and a part of her wanted people to know they were like this. Only her and no one else... That was Patchouli's choice.

Nipping and sucking on the soft skin of Patchouli's neck, Marisa moved to get rid of that shawl the wizard wore.]

-If nothing else, she could cover them with make up. Not that she was even thinking about it at the moment. The wizard shrugged her shoulders, allowing the witch to do away with the garment in question.-

[It fell to the floor, forgotten, and Marisa was tasked with a far harder obstacle. She didn't want Patchouli moving from her lap but the damn robes...

Trusting Patchy would keep a hold on her so she wouldn't fall when Marisa shifted her, the witch gathered up the skirts of the robe in one hand and half-picked Patchouli up, pressing her body hard against Marisa's, as she wrapped an arm about her and lifted.

There. Now she could get a hand or two up those robes to smooth over bloomers and up to warm skin.]

Mm... You could have just asked, love... -Patchouli chuckled a bit, reaching to grip the hem of the whole darn thing and pulling it over her head, taking the bonnet off with it. Lavender hair cascaded down around them both as a result once she was free of it.-

Heh. Got a bit caught u--

[Marisa's breath caught as she gazed upon the sight before her.] Gods, you're beautiful.

[And that was all Marisa got out before taking her lips to Patchouli's chest, so easily in reach before her.]

-Patchouli let out a moan, far more louder than her usual, pressing her chest into the attention. Hands hurriedly went behind her back, unclasping her bra to allow Marisa even more to explore.-

[Fingertips pressed into Patchouli's back as Marisa's lips followed the line of the bra, over the cleavage and down as the bra fell away. Quickly, she flicked her tongue across one nipple before kissing back to the valley in the center.

For a moment she just enjoyed having her face buried in Patchouli's breasts. This was truly the happiest place EVER.]

-And it felt amazing to have the witch lavish such attention on her. In the back of Patchy's mind, she knew her body could be viewed as... erotic. For some. But for her, until Marisa had come along, she'd never really thought of herself as anything but pudgy.-

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keep going or fade?

up to you, brochan

we'll see how things go for now

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