[She bounces slightly as they hit the bed, feeling a panicked anxiety worming up through her body as they topple over]
I-I'm sorry...! [She apologizes nearly at the same time that Atsushi does, though she pauses when she realizes he'd done so. For... what??
It takes her a minute but once she realizes, she looks away shyly and a nervous giggle bubbles over again.] ...I-it's fine, Atsushi-san... You can touch me too. [They're already like this, aren't they? She reaches up to cover Atsushi's hand with her own, pressing his hand a bit more firmly against her breast.] It's alright.
[Though even under the fabric there's the rough edges of old scars; they're easier to hide from view now, since the room is mostly illuminated by the light of the moons now and she can get away with hiding her markings i nshadow, but it'd be impossible to hide them from touch.
Her other hand moves to Atsushi's shirt, sliding underneath it once more to touch against his stomach and side. She's about to say more, something, but she pauses at feeling the edges of a scar on him too.] Ah...
[If it's possible for Atsushi's face to get redder, it certainly is happening right now. Her breast was soft beneath his fingers, though there was something--
Oh.
And then Mikan's hand is sliding beneath his shirt, fingers brushing his side, and Atsushi can feel when they meet the rough edges of the large burn scar there with patchy sensation, the blush on his face beginning to fade somewhat.
It's a double whammy of realization, and he looks at Mikan with both sadness and understanding.]
Atsushi-san. [She says his name softly, Letting go of his hand and reaching up to cup the side of his face to make sure she has his attention.] It’s okay. I think this part of you is beautiful too.
[Her fingers splay out over the scar, feeling the tougher skin.] I should’ve warned you too. I’m... a lot uglier... [She looks away, her brow furrowed in a look of shame. Scars on men were acceptable, after all. It made them rugged or handsome. On girls? It always just spoke of damage. The kind of damage people didn’t want to bother with.]
So, it’s okay. I know I said you could, but you don’t have to touch me. I just... want to keep touching you.
[Atsushi leans into the hand on his cheek, seeking out that touch, that grounding reassurance.
'Beautiful'... he didn't think any part of him was beautiful, but that wasn't entirely why he shied away. It was... a bad memory. A terrible one, really... He still didn't know if the pains he sometimes felt from them were all in his head or not. Even the sensation of someone else touching it felt odd enough to send him shivering, the scars too sensitive in places and not enough in others.
But this was Mikan. She understood, and he could feel the evidence of that beneath his fingers. He strokes his fingers over the lines he can feel beneath her clothes, gentle and careful, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers.]
I don't think anything like this could make you ugly, Tsumiki-san. You're beautiful too... And I want to touch you and be close to you. Will you let me?
[He want to see her, to feel her... but only if she wants to let him, because she deserved that respect.]
Huh...? [She doesn't mind the continued contact, she's just... surprised by it. She stares a moment, shocked, and makes a quiet squeaking noise at his offer. Yes she wants him to touch her, but--
She closes her eyes briefly, overwhelmed, and takes a breath. Atsushi, she thinks, is too good for this. Too good for her. Doing something like this with each other feels like she's staining him in some irreversible way and a dark feeling curls its way around her heart at the thought. He won't forget her from this, will he.]
Atsushi-san... [She murmurs his name, more just to say it than trying to get is attention or anything, and she sighs softly as she opens her eyes again. Her fingers move away from his scar and out from under his shirt to start undoing the dancer's top she wore. Since it seemed mostly comprised of ribbons anyhow, it didn't take long for it to fall loose completely. It's not the kind of outfit that really goes well with a bra either, leaving her more-or-less exposed to him now.
Though her face is red, she looks up at him]
I...want you to touch me too. I want this. [Her heart feels like it's about to pound right out of her chest] Please... Please touch me. I-- N-no one's... c-called me beautiful before. [She wants more of that]
[Atsushi's face is red, too... especially when her top falls away to reveal bare skin beneath, no underwear in sight. His breath stutters in his throat for a moment, heart thudding in his chest as his eyes go wide. She did have scars, it was true, but... it didn't detract from how pretty she was, to Atsushi.
If anything, he only wanted to touch more. Maybe more than touch, if she wanted him to.]
You are. I... I mean, you're very... very beautiful, Tsumiki-san...
[He swallows roughly, throat feeling oddly dry as he reaches out, careful.]
A-ah... [She doesn't know what to do in the face of such praise. Even Junko's compliments would be seeped in snide insults and put-downs, so it's hard to listen to it without waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. Something like 'you're very beautiful, Tsumiki-san... if you didn't have such an ugly face/ugly hair/weren't so gross" etc.
But it doesn't come and Mikan inhales sharply, nodding at his question.] Yes. [It comes out in arush of a breath and she turns red from just how eager she sounds, but she reaches up to tug at his shirt, wanting to pull it off of him as well.] I-I, um... Can you... take this off? I want to see you too...
[Atsushi can't quite tear his eyes away from her easily right now, but at her request his eyes go wide and he nods, slowly.
It was only fair, at this point... no, he wanted to share this with her, like she'd shown him... Trusted him. He reaches up, helping her remove the plain button up he's been wearing, shrugging it off of his shoulders after it's open with a shy look. He knows he's not much to look at-- too skinny and scarred. But it felt right, doing this.]
[Mikan sighs contently as the shirt is pulled away, as if finally, at long last, she's found what she's been looking for. And maybe in a way she has. Atsushi is nice. He's safe.
Even in a situation like this, she can't help but feel comfortable and warm, in a way she can't entirely prescribe to the effects of the moons or the moonlacing. Her hands smoot over his skin, light over the scar but not ignoring it. It's a part of who he is, after all, and she's not about to just pretend it's some ugly thing that isn't there-- she thinks it's beautiful, but she can't really begin to tell him that.
He's beautiful. From his multicolored eyes to the scar-- she reaches up to cup the side of his face, smiling lightly.]
I love everything about you... [She murmurs it gently, almost more to herself than to him, like she's not even aware she's said it out loud.]
Atsushi-san... Can I keep you? Even if just for a few hours...
[Atsushi inhales sharply at the brush of fingers against his skin, but he leans into it slightly, easing himself down onto the bed so he's hovering over her with one hand pressed into the mattress, his cheek leaning into her hand. He liked this... her touch, her smile as she looked up at him that made him feel warm, comfortable and giddy. He wanted to touch her, too, so he reaches forward with his one free hand to run fingers along her collar, allowing them to skate lower and gently caress her breasts.
She'd given permission, after all.]
Yes... I want to stay like this, here with you.
[And he wants to kiss her, too... so that's what he does, leaning in slowly so she knows where he's going with the renewed closeness, before pressing his lips against hers anew.]
[They're dangerous words, for both of them. She could take it and hold onto it like a lifeline, to drag him in and under and never let him come up for air. It's tempting, sorely tempting, but she's not that person anymore. She can't be.
His touch makes her breath catch, everything enhanced beyond the norm and it's just a simple touch, it really shouldn't feel that good, but she's also not about to complain about it. She shivers and makes a soft moaning noise as Atsushi finally kisses her.
Her brain reels, but she's quick to respond, returning the kiss eagerly and relishing in the sweetness of it. Her hands slide back up his body, over his chest and his shoulders to slide her arms around his neck. The heat between them is nearly stifling, but she barely has anything left to take off to try and relieve it.]
[Atsushi isn't even aware of that, unfortunately. What he is aware of is wanting and being wanted in return was a heady, wonderful feeling, one he craved in a way that had nothing to do with the moon.
One they probably both understood intimately, as well.
Atsushi kisses her eagerly in return, heart pounding in his chest but nervousness fading from his mind as he gasps against her lips and seeks further closeness, pressing closer with his body while his hand follows along the curve of her breast, brushes a nipple, simply explores and caresses.
He doesn't have much in the way of experience, but he has a lot of eagerness to make up for it.]
[She tilts her head, deepening the kiss until she can feel her lungs screaming at her to pull away and breathe properly. But when she does, her breathing is harsh and seems impossibly loud in her room.
She presses her body up against him, grinding her hips against him with a soft gasp that ends in a moan. Even just rubbing against him like this feels amazing, the barest of touches making her nerves sing.]
Pl-please, keep touching me... [She whimpers her little plea, because while her only experience so far has been with a certain bandaged freak they both know, it doesn't matter. His eagerness and the light of the mood makes everything feel too good to be true.]
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I-I'm sorry...! [She apologizes nearly at the same time that Atsushi does, though she pauses when she realizes he'd done so. For... what??
It takes her a minute but once she realizes, she looks away shyly and a nervous giggle bubbles over again.] ...I-it's fine, Atsushi-san... You can touch me too. [They're already like this, aren't they? She reaches up to cover Atsushi's hand with her own, pressing his hand a bit more firmly against her breast.] It's alright.
[Though even under the fabric there's the rough edges of old scars; they're easier to hide from view now, since the room is mostly illuminated by the light of the moons now and she can get away with hiding her markings i nshadow, but it'd be impossible to hide them from touch.
Her other hand moves to Atsushi's shirt, sliding underneath it once more to touch against his stomach and side. She's about to say more, something, but she pauses at feeling the edges of a scar on him too.] Ah...
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Oh.
And then Mikan's hand is sliding beneath his shirt, fingers brushing his side, and Atsushi can feel when they meet the rough edges of the large burn scar there with patchy sensation, the blush on his face beginning to fade somewhat.
It's a double whammy of realization, and he looks at Mikan with both sadness and understanding.]
I-I'm sorry, I should have warned you... Or--
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[Her fingers splay out over the scar, feeling the tougher skin.] I should’ve warned you too. I’m... a lot uglier... [She looks away, her brow furrowed in a look of shame. Scars on men were acceptable, after all. It made them rugged or handsome. On girls? It always just spoke of damage. The kind of damage people didn’t want to bother with.]
So, it’s okay. I know I said you could, but you don’t have to touch me. I just... want to keep touching you.
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'Beautiful'... he didn't think any part of him was beautiful, but that wasn't entirely why he shied away. It was... a bad memory. A terrible one, really... He still didn't know if the pains he sometimes felt from them were all in his head or not. Even the sensation of someone else touching it felt odd enough to send him shivering, the scars too sensitive in places and not enough in others.
But this was Mikan. She understood, and he could feel the evidence of that beneath his fingers. He strokes his fingers over the lines he can feel beneath her clothes, gentle and careful, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers.]
I don't think anything like this could make you ugly, Tsumiki-san. You're beautiful too... And I want to touch you and be close to you. Will you let me?
[He want to see her, to feel her... but only if she wants to let him, because she deserved that respect.]
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She closes her eyes briefly, overwhelmed, and takes a breath. Atsushi, she thinks, is too good for this. Too good for her. Doing something like this with each other feels like she's staining him in some irreversible way and a dark feeling curls its way around her heart at the thought. He won't forget her from this, will he.]
Atsushi-san... [She murmurs his name, more just to say it than trying to get is attention or anything, and she sighs softly as she opens her eyes again. Her fingers move away from his scar and out from under his shirt to start undoing the dancer's top she wore. Since it seemed mostly comprised of ribbons anyhow, it didn't take long for it to fall loose completely. It's not the kind of outfit that really goes well with a bra either, leaving her more-or-less exposed to him now.
Though her face is red, she looks up at him]
I...want you to touch me too. I want this. [Her heart feels like it's about to pound right out of her chest] Please... Please touch me. I-- N-no one's... c-called me beautiful before. [She wants more of that]
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If anything, he only wanted to touch more. Maybe more than touch, if she wanted him to.]
You are. I... I mean, you're very... very beautiful, Tsumiki-san...
[He swallows roughly, throat feeling oddly dry as he reaches out, careful.]
Can I....?
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But it doesn't come and Mikan inhales sharply, nodding at his question.] Yes. [It comes out in arush of a breath and she turns red from just how eager she sounds, but she reaches up to tug at his shirt, wanting to pull it off of him as well.] I-I, um... Can you... take this off? I want to see you too...
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It was only fair, at this point... no, he wanted to share this with her, like she'd shown him... Trusted him. He reaches up, helping her remove the plain button up he's been wearing, shrugging it off of his shoulders after it's open with a shy look. He knows he's not much to look at-- too skinny and scarred. But it felt right, doing this.]
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Even in a situation like this, she can't help but feel comfortable and warm, in a way she can't entirely prescribe to the effects of the moons or the moonlacing. Her hands smoot over his skin, light over the scar but not ignoring it. It's a part of who he is, after all, and she's not about to just pretend it's some ugly thing that isn't there-- she thinks it's beautiful, but she can't really begin to tell him that.
He's beautiful. From his multicolored eyes to the scar-- she reaches up to cup the side of his face, smiling lightly.]
I love everything about you... [She murmurs it gently, almost more to herself than to him, like she's not even aware she's said it out loud.]
Atsushi-san... Can I keep you? Even if just for a few hours...
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She'd given permission, after all.]
Yes... I want to stay like this, here with you.
[And he wants to kiss her, too... so that's what he does, leaning in slowly so she knows where he's going with the renewed closeness, before pressing his lips against hers anew.]
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His touch makes her breath catch, everything enhanced beyond the norm and it's just a simple touch, it really shouldn't feel that good, but she's also not about to complain about it. She shivers and makes a soft moaning noise as Atsushi finally kisses her.
Her brain reels, but she's quick to respond, returning the kiss eagerly and relishing in the sweetness of it. Her hands slide back up his body, over his chest and his shoulders to slide her arms around his neck. The heat between them is nearly stifling, but she barely has anything left to take off to try and relieve it.]
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One they probably both understood intimately, as well.
Atsushi kisses her eagerly in return, heart pounding in his chest but nervousness fading from his mind as he gasps against her lips and seeks further closeness, pressing closer with his body while his hand follows along the curve of her breast, brushes a nipple, simply explores and caresses.
He doesn't have much in the way of experience, but he has a lot of eagerness to make up for it.]
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She presses her body up against him, grinding her hips against him with a soft gasp that ends in a moan. Even just rubbing against him like this feels amazing, the barest of touches making her nerves sing.]
Pl-please, keep touching me... [She whimpers her little plea, because while her only experience so far has been with a certain bandaged freak they both know, it doesn't matter. His eagerness and the light of the mood makes everything feel too good to be true.]