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[Quite the opposite. Momo is happy, happy and grateful. She smiles internally and her lips bow up as they kiss, sweet and soft, but with the lingering heat of promise. Her hand continues it's exploration, the palm rolling over the soft bits of her best friend's body, moving to attend the other breast as well.

Drawing in a breath, she pulls to the side at last, kissing her way to Jiro's neck and then giving that a gentle nip. Then lower, her body sliding further down.]

It's my turn to see how you taste. I hope you don't mind.

...No? Bergamot is like an orange. It's not artificial or anything. Just sort of tart, a little citrusy.

[She doesn't sound affronted or anything. She doesn't expect Jiro to know anything about tea at all, really.

She doesn't intend to lecture her over it either. So, just the gentle correction.]

I have some. We'll try it later.

N-no, I meant the cherry tea... you said you got cherry tea.

[Look, she doesn't know how this stuff works, okay... but she'll accept that, anyway.
It's kind of exciting to try a new tea that Momo likes, either way!

Though it does mean she's going to lean a little toward the bag as they walk together, unable to hide her interest thanks to the way her little wolf ears have perked forward.]

How tart are we talking? Is it one of those kinds of tea that you can't add sweeteners to...?

[Again Jiro's left breathless, having put a little more into that kiss than it probably needed - but it puts her in just the right kind of fuzzy mindset to match Momo's movements without too much thought behind it, angling her head back to bare her neck.

She actually trembles under Momo's hands with how new that is for her, and with those light nips against her skin, she can already feel herself starting to get very, very hot.

... Which is why, in all her fuzzed-out 3/5 intelligence, she ends up looking back down at Momo and staring at her with confusion.]

How I taste...?

[- And then it clicks, getting the exact kind of look to match that one would expect.]

- Oh, yeah, no, I -
I don't mind...! But didn't you wanna try, like... w-with a toy or whatever?

[Jiro honestly sounds a little nervous asking as much. ... And no, she doesn't get any sort of long foreplay often, why do you ask?
(Or at all, really. Their friends are great and all, but they're usually a little... speedy.)]

Oh...oh!

[Momo has misunderstood and blanches a little, laughing it off with a wave...]

The cherry tea....is made with cherry blossoms. It's on the lighter side, with a weak flavor but a strong aroma. They're dried and crushed up, like most teas.

Does that make more sense?

...Also you can add sweetener. Not much, or it'll just taste like sugar water though.

That can wait.

[Momo laughs softly, again, moving lower, letting her teeth catch the soft skin just above Jiro's collarbone and tug at it with her lips. It's her turn to leave a mark, though one less visible, and she continues the motion for several long moments, using her tongue and teeth to worry the skin and soothe away any lasting pains until she's satisfied it will bruise.]

For now, let me...? If that's okay?

Oh - so it's one of those flower teas, like the lavender.
That means it's probably not too bitter, right? I don't wanna have to add too much sugar or something, y'know...

[So, yes, she gets it! ... She might be a little disappointed because the idea of a tea made out of actual cherries sounded pretty neat, but she gets it.
Yes, that's "have to". She's not much for sour and bitter flavors, whoops.

And as they come up to the diner, she walks a bit faster to get ahead of Momo - stopping so she can open the door for her.]

[Well - saying it'd be less visible is a little off, considering just who is getting that mark. Most of the shirts in Jiro's wardrobe are either oversized or have wide collars, tending to leave a lot below the neck out in the open. Even in autumn and winter, yes.
But it's not a problem, either, because even just the thought of her leaving a mark for others to see - even just having Momo there, tucked up by her neck and collar - is doing a lot more to her than the feeling of it, itself.
There's no doubt that Jiro wouldn't even bother trying to hide it.

Her hand tenses a bit against Momo's back, though, and she swallows hard - but gives her a nod to match.]

You can do whatever you want, Yaomomo... I don't think there's anything you'd do that I wouldn't like.

[Maybe partially just because it'd be from Momo. But that's neither here nor there.]

[Momo doesn't care if it is shown or not...but she does want to give Jiro that option. Flexible in all things, she grins up at her partner, sliding ever lower, face level with her chest now.]

Good. Because...I've been reading about this stuff.

[And so she goes in with a smile, letting her tongue flick against Jiro's nipple, then catches it between her lips and sucks it inward. It's slow, and she's not sure if this is a place her friend is sensitive, but she's guessing that if it's anything like how it felt for her? Then it'll be nice to have it sucked on and tickled with her tongue.]

Yes, a lot like the lavender. It's something we can try too? I've still got that whole box from Iida-kun to try.

[That had been a crazy birthday present. For her, anyway.

She bobs her head gratefully and steps into the diner, silently looking around for him.

No luck today!

She lets Jiro handle the hostess that rolls up to seat them, figuring that will be better for her poor Sanguis self.]

[Little does Momo know, Jiro helped plan like 80% of Iida's gift. Or, at least, sat around BSing in his room with different ideas until he chose one he liked.

But she's quick to follow Momo in, only stopping to deal with the hostess - and, of course, they end up being brought to a booth rather than a table.
Because booths, as always, are objectively the correct place to sit in any eating establishment.

Once the hostess rolls out of earshot, though...]

Man. Iida seriously wasn't kidding when he called this place an eyesore.

[Not... not the wording he used... but close enough?]

[Jiro wants to make a comment on that, something like "of course you've been reading about it", maybe make it clear how cute she finds that of her -
But that's pretty quickly cut off by how quick Momo ducks in like that, netting nothing more than a choked little gasp instead of any words.
(Which is probably for the better. Teasing Momo right now is an awful idea.)

Her hand's quick to fly up and wrap around the back of Momo's head with it, and she has to try hard not to grab a handful of her hair or anything - but it's safe to say, yes, Momo found a place where she's very sensitive.
She takes a second to look down at Momo and where her lips meet her skin... and just the sight of it gets her jacks to jump up into weird little angles on either side of her face.]

I-I, uh...

... I like that.

[She normally doesn't try voicing that kind of thing - like, it should be obvious she likes it, right? - but considering Momo had said whether or not she enjoyed something every step of the way...
Jiro can't help feeling she probably should, too. At least, until Momo says otherwise.]

[It helps. It encourages an already nervous Momo. She's trying something new, trying to be sexually assertive, and she'd rather not do anything wrong. So, approval of any sort is appreciated.

At the words, she hums thoughtfully, beginning to gently suckle and nip, letting her teeth barely brush the small bud between them. It's more teasing than anything, but she really did enjoy that herself...so if Jiro's enjoying this, she'll keep going.

And let her free hand begin to slide low, hooking around Jiro's hip to cup her butt, giving that a squeeze.]

[Momo can't help but snicker.]

I agree. It's so...gaudy.

[Tacky, Momo. You can say tacky.]

I don't understand how a place that seems to be a cross between McDonalds and a breakfast restaurant can exist.

And with the theme, too... vaporwave feels so out of place in a diner.
Maybe if it was some kind of themed pop-up restaurant, but a diner?

[Predictably, Jiro's already grinning and laughing to herself - and she doesn't even bother keeping it in as a waitress wheels over to get their order.

And it's a simple order, at least from Jiro; a nice, hefty burger and a big enough shake for them to share. As for Momo? She lets her handle that herself.
The last thing she'd wanna do is under-order for her, all things considered.
But then, quietly, and as she leans in conspiratorily -]

... The uniforms are awful.

[Already Jiro's breathing is starting to shake and waver, and she sucks in a breath to try and mask the way she shifts - arcing up a bit toward Momo and everything she's doing.
It's not that she's embarrassed by it, wanting to hide her movements like that. It's more like...
It's strange to her just how good it feels.

The warmth, the pressure, feeling Momo's tongue and teeth dart over such a sensitive point of skin... it is teasing, but that, too, feels good in a sense.
The thought that Momo doesn't want to hurry through this in the slightest - she wants to take as much time as she's happy with, prolong it all.
In Jiro's mind? That's hot. That's really hot.

Keeping one hand around Momo's head, she starts to card it gently through her hair, trying to be mindful of any snags or pulling - not that she thinks Momo couldn't take it, but man, she doesn't wanna go yanking her around.
All while the other comes up to cover her mouth and hide the way her lips wobble, just in time for that little squeeze.
It doesn't muffle her little peep of surprise at it, of course, but she's glad that at least she's managed to halfway hide whatever dumb face she's making.]

You can... take those off. If you want...

[Her shorts, she means. It's really just an offer, too - if Momo truly wants to take her time here, honestly, who the hell would she be to complain??
She's just not used to it, is all. By now the others would've gotten all of it off...]

[Momo's order is basically Jiro's order with a large salad and a small bowl of chili. No reason not to get a full meal, while also packing away extra fat for later. It wasn't like she had to worry about it going to her hips.

She leans in, snickering at a passing server.]

...They really are. It's all so garish. Like it belongs in a movie from the 1980s.

[America was weird...]

Yeah?

[Momo asks, looking up and smiling agreeably. She figured, and she knew they'd have to go eventually, so why not now? She starts shimmying them a bit lower, working them down with a hooked thumb so Jiro can wriggle out of them.]

...So, what place are you most sensitive? Is it here, or somewhere else?

[The good thing is that Momo's willing to communicate. And to try.

She's certainly intending to be way more attentive than anyone in Duplicity had been. And why wouldn't she be? She's definitely one of the class perfectionists...]

[Momo getting in on the teasing really is one of her favorite things. It's so rare, but always so fun, too...
She can't help absolutely grinning over this, all big and wide and... toothy, thanks to her wolf teeth.]

Right? Man, just imagine Iida in this stuff.
Maybe we'll have to get him to model it for us?

[The sharp little teeth and big, dull fangs make the look on her face almost seem mean, but if anyone would know her BS is all in good fun, it'd definitely be Momo.]

Did you know they're trying to get him on rollerskates, too? I wanna see that for sure.

[Jiro's happy to wiggle and shift to get those off as she'd suggested, lifting her hips a bit to help with it.
And once she's back fully on the bed... she blinks up at Momo like she's been taken aback by her question, her jacks curling up by her face.]

What--

[Wait. Pause. Rewind -]

-- I-I mean, it's...
It's kind of dumb 'cause it's pretty obvious, but...

[One of her jacks lifts, then, and with a blush starting to really tint her face, it motions upward.
At her ear. Specifically where it meets her jack, too.
Because, you know, of course.]

... Well - I guess it's not that obvious, no one's really thought to mess with'em that far up.
They always go for the ends, you know? But those are kind of rough thanks to all the training and whatever...

How would that even work?

[Momo, happily, lets Jiro go and do her ragging on Iida and stuff, but the image of him on skates?]

...I think his engines might cause problems. Like melting the skate. I...think they get hot, don't they?

[She's never asked him, but she's always assumed...]

Well...

[Momo gently reaches up, releasing the breast and letting her fingers catch the long strand of a jack, sliding very slowly up the cord of skin towards Jiro's earlobe.

This is hesitant, and a little strange...but it actually does make sense, and she's careful with the touch just in case.]

Tell me if I'm touching it too roughly. I hadn't considered your jacks, but that does make a lot of sense...

Yeah, they definitely do. I've bumped into them once or twice when he was really worked up, they can get really hot.

[It's questionable what she even means by that. But she's also gonna move right along with her train of thought as well, so -!]

If they're short skates that sit under his mufflers it wouldn't be a problem, right? Like the little kid ones with the wheels on the sides instead of inline blades?
I gotta plan accordingly if I'm gonna try and get him in skates, y'know.

[Almost instantly and entirely unconsciously, her jack starts to curl a bit around Momo's fingers. They're a part of Jiro just like anything else, after all - more like limbs to her than one would likely think - so they're a little touch-starved with how much they go ignored.
Probably because it's easy to consider them too dangerous to mess with.]

I don't really think you can touch'em "too roughly". They're pretty tough, you know...

["Pretty tough", and yet Momo's soft touch is enough to get Jiro to trail off with her thought. Normally they wouldn't be this sensitive - they're the first thing people go for in a fight, after all - but when she's as worked up as she is now?
They're probably the most sensitive part about her, and she knows it.

Her face scrunches up for a moment, though, with thought.]

I -
I know this is gonna sound kinda gross, but... could you, uh...

[After a second, she shakes her head a bit - and coils her jack more around Momo's fingers.]

... A-actually, nah, never mind. Just this is good.

No...tell me.

[Momo freezes her hand up, stopping the motion and looking up at Jiro's eyes. If there is something that she wants, this whole thing is about trying new things, and communicating better. She isn't the kind to blanch, or think things are gross just because they involve the body.

Look at her Quirk, Jiro.]

I'll at least entertain the idea. And I want to know what you want...

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