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[Honestly, Momo's just about the only person who can take Jiro by complete surprise like this, at this point. Which, of course, is nothing she could ever mind -
She's always pulling stuff with everyone else just to surprise and bother them, it's honestly rather novel having someone who can do the same to her.

Like that hug, too. She should've expected it - and yet she's tense for just a split second when it happens before she melts right into it.
And hey, if it's Momo's idea of sexy, she's definitely not gonna disagree. There's just something inherently attractive about a girl who's tall enough and strong enough to pick you up and wrap around you completely, you know?

Jiro leans right into it, bringing her hands up to sit on Momo's ribs for a moment, softly rubbing rough fingerpads from years of playing guitar against the soft skin there - before smoothing them up and around behind her, settling them just beneath the strap of Momo's bra likewise.
Which, for the moment, she's just gonna play with.]

Well, I can't argue with that. I've always kinda liked how big you are, too... you're so tall and strong, right?
It's, y'know...

[Her jacks lift a bit as she tries to pick out a good word to describe it - but nah, she may as well go with the first one that popped into her head.]

... It's hot.

[Momo smiles at the compliment, not really sure how to react beyond that. She's never been very good at thinking of herself as 'hot' or 'sexy' or anything, not because she lacks confidence but because the only people that have ever called her that are churls she doesn't like. Jiro saying it is different, and it has a real meaning to her.]

I appreciate that.

[She nuzzles close, rubbing her hands all down Jiro's back, lips kissing several spots that are within easy reach.]

I think you're hot too. I like...I like that you're small.

[Well, it probably helps that Jiro isn't talking about her figure or her breasts or literally anything else people usually zero in on when it comes to Momo and her looks.
She thinks the fact that Momo's tall is attractive. The fact that she's strong and tough.
And not for the reasons people would expect, either.

That said? Jiro ends up laughing a bit under her breath with what she says, tilting her head to the side to give Momo the space to kiss wherever she'd like.
Still just fiddling with the back of Momo's bra, of course. She wants to actually ask first before doing anything with it...]

Are... are you saying I'm hot because I'm small?

[She sounds like she can't believe any part of that idea - not the fact that she's hot nor the slim chance that it could be because she's short - but she also doesn't sound adverse to it in the slightest, either.
'Cause, like, look.
Obviously the girl who goes out wearing a big t-shirt as a dress, tall boots, and fishnet stockings is gonna want to be seen as hot.
She dresses only for herself, but c'mon.]

Yes.

[That's her immediate answer. However, she doesn't stop.]

But it's more than that. You're hot because you're you.

[Which is, again, her idea of romance. But Momo also means it. So, so much.]

You're brave. [kiss.] You're clever. [Another kiss, lower this time] and you're ambitious.

[Another kiss, this one against her collarbone.]

You are an amazing person, Jiro. And I'm lucky you let me get this close.

[Well, look. To be fair to Momo, Jiro's never actually gotten a taste of what romance is like in any form - the closest she's ever gotten would probably be Kirishima trying to get it through her head that helping someone no matter the issue is heroic, considering how gentle he was about it.
In comparison to everything she's done before today, though?
Her best friend getting so emotional over a birthday gift as to pin her to a wall, getting bodily lifted and carried to bed where they spill all their feelings for each other, only to be told that being herself is what makes her attractive while getting covered in soft, gentle kisses?
That's pretty romantic. At least, Jiro would say so.

All those little kisses are starting to get her skin to grow warm and prickle too - and she can tell she can't stay pressed close like this if she wants more from her, either...
So she ends up pulling back a bit, leaning back and moving her hands to Momo's shoulders. Still trying to keep close, but not too close.]

Why wouldn't I...? You're just as amazing yourself, Yaomomo.
I've always thought that.

[It takes her a second, deciding if it'd be a little too mushy for her or not, but she moves one of those hands up to gently card through the hair spilling out of Momo's ponytail.]

... No idea if you really want me to wax poetic about it, though. I'm not as good with words as you are, anyhow.

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You don't have to wax poetic. I can feel your heartbeat. I know...what this is doing for you.

[She feels it too. And so she reaches one hand back to begin unhooking her own bra. she's just about ready to be done with all of the mushy words, and she'd like very, very much to keep going. It feels right, somehow. Finally doing this without the influence of the moons. On her birthday, no less.

And just after admitting all of that? That's good enough for her.]

I'm just glad that I've earned this much of a reaction out of you, when I've been kind of fumbling. I am really happy.

[Everything about being told "I can feel your heartbeat" like that is exciting to Jiro.
There is literally nothing about that sentiment that she doesn't like.
For obvious reasons, surely - she ascribes a lot of importance to heartbeats for very, very obvious reasons, even though she'd never be caught dead admitting as much - but still.
If her heartbeat was noticeable before...

Her smile starts to waver at the edges as it does when she gets flustered, though, and she leans back with it to match - both arms coming off of her to prop herself up with. Intending to let up on her hold so Momo can do as she needs.]

I haven't noticed any fumbling. Actually, I thought you were acting pretty cool...

[She's been so calm even when they were dumping all their feelings out on the table like that... what about that isn't cool?
(Jiro's also very easily swayed by Momo's demeanor in general, though.)]

But... you're right, too. I can't help but be kind of excited, you know?
I mean, it's you. Even if you were fumbling, I'd be pretty excited.

You really...think I'm that special?

[Honestly, Momo doesn't doubt that she's good looking. She has never had body image issues at all. What she does have is a whole host of concerns about being cool.

Jiro is cool, and deserves a cool person. Not some nerdy tea-fanatic.]

I mean, we really couldn't be more opposite at times, you know?

[With her bra loose, she casually discards it and leans in, pressing her chest firmly against Jiro's in a deliberate effort to squish them together. She wants to know how that feels, since it seems to be a recurring theme in 'sex help' books she's read since arriving.]

Setting aside the physical stuff...am I cool enough for you?

[To be honest? Jiro's never even had someone grope her chest in the heat of it all before, let alone something like this - she seriously wasn't kidding when she said all she's done is "plain stuff".
But it means she doesn't have a frame of reference for what'd feel good in these regards to start with, too. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Well... it means, at the very least, what's going on right now is novel and exciting, just as everything else Momo's been surprising her with has been.

The little thrill she gets from finally feeling the warmth of Momo's skin against her own...]

Are you -
What?

[... Isn't nearly enough to keep her face from scrunching up, clearly upset and displeased at Momo's line of inquiry.
Without even really thinking about it, she reaches up to wrap a hand around the side of Momo's neck in a warm, almost overly fond sort of touch - rubbing her thumb gently over her jawline like that.]

Why would you think you're not?
Even forgetting all the stuff I just said I feel for you - do you think I'd even hang out with someone I don't think is cool?

And I mean, I know we're kinda polar opposites even on a good day. It's basically our shtick at this point.
That's what's good about us, if you ask me.

Because you're a rocker chick and I'm a nerd.

[Obviously!

However, she's not really bothered by the differences. She just wonders sometimes if Jiro really feels the same way she does.

Of course, her goal is now to pivot away from this.]

...though, us? You mean...like...officially an us?

[Which is honestly her brain running a million miles a minute. It's way more important than the pleasant sensations...because that choice of words is just a little surprising. Good surprising, but still surprising.]

[A smile's already starting to pick back up on Jiro's face, hearing the wonder in Momo's voice like that.
And she might, maybe, lean back further - ending up propped up on her elbow rather than her hand - to try and pull Momo just that much closer. If it's even really possible, at this point.]

... I guess I did just say that, huh? Wasn't really thinking about it...
But yeah. Us.

I mean, that's what we are now, right?

I think so.

[Momo lets herself get smooshed up against Jiro, that's never going to be an issue. she grins a bit and darts in for a quick kiss.]

...I guess that means we're girlfriends. And that doesn't feel weird to say like I thought it might.

[That kiss is quickly mirrored with one of her own and a grin -]

Then you're my nerd.

[- before she wraps her arms around Momo wholesale, nice and snug, and uses them to pull her in as she lays back flat on the mattress.
It's a pretty fast motion, and she knows she's kinda manhandling Momo to do it, but... it's probably fine. Momo knows she can get pretty kinetic when she's worked up anyway, right?

Bold of her to assume Jiro would really leave that alone, though. Buckle up for just a little extra mushiness.]

I don't think "rocker chick and nerd" really fit us, anyway - you're not really a nerd. We're more like a "good girl, bad girl" matchup, right?
Punk and straight-A?
I mean, you're always so cute and earnest about everything you do... plus there's so much of you that only I get to see, and I like all of those parts of you, too.
There are probably a couple of people in our class that think you're some untouchable saint or something, but to me, you're more like the girl next door that puts your all into everything.

I don't want you any other way, Yaomomo.

[It's definitely fine. Momo holds tight, leaning in, a little confused...but happy to go with it anyway. What Jiro's saying probably does make sense...she definitely does feel like Izuku and some of the others think of her as closed off and apart from the rest.

But she's not, and she's glad Jiro gets that side of her.]

Good.

[That's...about the only word that comes to mind...

If Jiro wanted to make her blush, and fluster? This is how.]

Because I don't want you any other way either.

[She just wants to lay back with Momo on the bed, that's all! None of this propping herself up and leaning back nonsense, she wants to hold Momo close and get right to it all!!

Getting her all flustered like this, though, isn't what Jiro was going for - but it's definitely a highly appreciated side effect, for sure.
And all of it is earning her one more quick kiss.]

Good. ... I don't think I could change if I tried, anyway.

[It's a joke, she's joking, don't worry.
But for a moment, here, she looks a little pensive...]

Hey, uh - before we actually get going here, could I ask you to do something?
It's gonna sound kind of stupid.

Yes? Of course. Anything.

[She has no idea what to expect, of course, so she just sits quietly, waiting. All the rest of it can be put on hold, because there's absolutely no reason she would try and stop Jiro from questioning...pretty much anything.]

... I want you to put your hair down.

[Said with one of her jacks lifting up to motion toward the back of her own head, as if that gets an already clear question across even more.]

You're always wearing it up, you know?
But you're really pretty with it down, too.

...oh...

[Momo smiled shyly at that simple...but laden...question and nodded.

Reaching up, she pulled out the fasteners and let her hair tumble down in a cascade around her face. Then she leaned down for another kiss.]

Like so?

[And then she was on Jiro, not even giving her time to answer.]

[Well, it's not like Momo's going to really need a verbal answer anyway - Jiro's expression lights up just a touch when she lets her hair fall like that, and when she comes in for a kiss?
Jiro's happy to smooth her fingers through it, tucking it carefully behind one of Momo's ears.

Honestly, it's not even really about Momo's hair, though. She wanted to see if Momo would go along with small requests like that - there was a sense that it could make her uncomfortable or shy, so she wanted to see if Momo would do it despite that.
And she's very, very happy that the answer is yes.

... But they've been doing quite a bit of kissing, right? It's nothing Jiro has a problem with - if asked, she'd readily admit that she really enjoys it - but if they're gonna keep that up, shouldn't they...
Switch it up? At least a little?
So while Jiro's definitely going to return it, she's gonna try that, too; specifically, she wants to try and deepen it.
Running her tongue gently across Momo's bottom lip when she gets the chance.]

[She doesn't have to try too hard for Momo to get the picture. She parts her lips and mirrors the gesture, and does more besides. Her hand moves up, sliding over bare skin and gently closing around Jiro's right breast, giving it a very gentle squeeze. She hasn't done this much, so, maybe she's off base, but it feels like a thing that you do.

While kissing, of course, and trying to feel out what your partner wants to do with all that...]

[Momo doesn't have to worry all that much about being off base, luckily. As was said before, Jiro has no frame of reference for that kind of thing - the fact that Momo's touching her like that at all is exciting to her.
But it does help that, yes, it does feel good. As long as the touch stays soft, of course. She's so small...

The kiss, meanwhile, is enough to get a warm, heady hum out of Jiro as she tilts her head to fit the both of them together better. An arm shifts over her back to settle around the middle of it as well - helping Jiro press up into the kiss just a bit, but equally pulling Momo down into it to match.
It's a little rough... she doesn't mean for it to be, of course, but that doesn't change that it is.
That overeagerness from their first go-around wasn't exactly a fox trait, after all, even though Jiro herself had been convinced it was - and now that they're doing this on a normal day, no moonblessings to speak of, she doesn't notice it whatsoever.
It's just natural for her to go hard after something that excites her.

Hopefully, Momo doesn't mind too much.]

[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.

[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.)]

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?

[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.]

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