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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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...]

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...]

[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...

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...

[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...

[Jiro goes quiet for a moment, her gaze darting off to the side -
And when she finally speaks, she looks almost embarrassed by wanting this at all.]

You don't have to, but... I've never had anyone kiss them before.
I kinda wanted to know what it'd feel like, y'know...

Why would that be gross?

[Momo laughs again, turning her face up, leaning in to kiss the slender cord extending from Jiro's ear. This one's slow and sweet, and she makes it a point to drag her lips upward towards her actual earlobe, making this one lengthy expedition...]

I think it's just fine. Anything you want is a perfectly reasonable request.

'Cause they're my ears?

[It's not like she's self-conscious about them or anything, but she's well aware of how people view ears in general. They're not exactly considered pretty or anything.
So it's not hard for her to think others might view her Quirk the same or even worse, and while that's usually not a problem (if someone thinks they're gross, fuck'em, she doesn't care), she... can't help worrying about it when it comes to this sort of thing.

Are they unattractive? She doesn't know. She's never had to consider it before.

The fact that Momo just goes for it is enough to give her quite a bit of pause, though - everything about the action getting a heavy shudder out of Jiro that can be heard on her breath. She DID say they were sensitive, after all, and with just how tender Momo's being about it, it's clearly having a pretty heavy effect on her...

And then Momo follows that up with something like that, too. Jeez.]

Anything I want, huh... i-isn't this supposed to be your birthday?

[She doesn't sound like she minds it at all, though.]

Yes, and? I still want to make you happy. Physically, as well as emotionally.

[And so, she goes in on this. Full tilt, until they're an exhausted heap.

And the next morning, Momo is like the person that stirs first, shifting to curl an arm around Jiro and pull her warmth closer. It's nice, waking up like this, with nothing important to do...]

I hope you slept well...

Murmured sleepily...]

[To say Momo's made her happy is certainly an understatement, and when they're finally done? Jiro ends up crashing hard.
Though, maybe that's not so surprising considering she's always a little tired.

But when she gets pulled in like that, it takes her a second to actually wake up as well - ending up blinking sleepily up at Momo from her arms before yawning and taking a second to curl into her hold even more.

Give her a second, her brain needs to actually warm up.]

I feel like I slept away a whole decade...

[It's probably a good thing.]

Right...?

I was worn out. Like a whole day of exercising wrapped up in...all that...

[And goodness, did she need it.

But there's more, more she wants to say, the feeling sort of bursting up in her and unwilling to yield ground.]

That was an incredible birthday, Jiro.

If I didn't have abs before, I do now.

[Look, she can't not crack at least one joke, there. At least it's said with the usual kind of bored tone she always uses.

... But it's followed up with a warm smile as she finally returns Momo's hold, turning a bit in her arms to face her fully.]

An incredible person deserves an incredible birthday, right?
I'm just glad if I could make you as happy as you make me, y'know.

Well. We'll have ample opportunity to make one another happy, from here on.

[She rolls over a bit, kissing whatever Jiro-part she can reach.]

Girlfriends do that sort of thing, right?

[Jiro can't help laughing about that little kiss and immediately tucks in to return it, of course - pressing it against Momo's cheek with a smile.
It's pretty clumsy and goofy since she's just woken up... but that makes it cute, right?]

Mmm, that's true.
Ah - but I hope I didn't set the bar too high for myself... I've still got Christmas and stuff to think about now, don't I?

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