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[Does she want to make Momo turn even more red? Because she sure succeeds. Cheeks flaring, she shakes her head.]

You haven't. But...thank you.

[She puts on a weak smile of her own.]

You're pretty cute, yourself. You know that, right?

[For a moment, she feels ultimately very pleased with herself at just how red Momo was starting to turn, that smile of hers splitting more into a grin than anything else -

But just like that, all of it drops with even her tails slowing down and stopping behind her. That's... not a word she likes for herself.
For others? Sure! The other girls are cute. Animals are cute. Even some of the guys have some cute things about them.
But she's a little too leather-and-spikes to accept it for herself. Cute's the opposite of what she wants, after all; she even nearly stuck Kaminari with a jack way back when just for getting close to calling her that.

... And yet.]

Y'know, I don't usually like being called cute... but from you, it's somehow really nice.

[She's just gonna go ahead and follow that up with moving in again - seeing if Momo will let her move in between her knees as she leans over her, paws going on either side of her ribs.]

Is it because of the fox stuff, though? I could see how those'd be cute, but it's not gonna last, y'know... I'll be back to my usual self in just a couple days.

No...it's not the fox stuff.

[She smiles up at Jiro, reaching a hand up to gently stroke her friend's cheek.

Her legs open a bit, reflexively, no question's asked.]

Maybe it's not what you want to hear. But you're cute. The way you only half-smile, that relaxed look you always have. I've always thought it. I just never said it because, well...I didn't know how.

And being cute doesn't mean you're not also a badass. You are that too.

[At first she simply leans into Momo's hand, looking lightly surprised by the idea that she finds her cute outside of the whole thing going on right now -
But then soon enough her face starts to flush, and her whole expression gets a comically wobbly look as she starts to wither a bit - ending up looking away with her ears pressed into her hair and her jacks lifted in funny little arcs in contrast.
She's as painfully scarlet as the red in her hair, right now.]

T-that's, um --
Thank you? I think... usually when people call me cute, it's because I'm a girl, or because I'm short, but you...

[Of course Momo wouldn't be focused on anything like that. She's never put stock into the way she smiles or anything like that, and saying she always looks relaxed is both shocking - she's a ball of nerves, always, and it's surprising how many people think she's not - but also weirdly flattering.

After a second, she does her best to look Momo in the eyes again, something that just gets her expression to wobble further. And she might even take this chance to slink forward a bit between her legs, her knees brushing between them just a bit, just so she can try and get up by her friend's face -]

... I hope you know just how much of a badass you are, though.

[- Mostly just so she can give her a little kiss.]

It's definitely not those things. They don't hurt?

[Jiro being short is kind of adorable. But that is never, ever going to be the first thing she thinks about when it comes to her friend.]

I'm just...I don't know. I just think you're great.

[She'd say more, but suddenly there's kissing. Kissing is good, it makes her stiffen slightly at first, and then relax...ever so slightly sinking back into the bedding. She reaches up, pulling Jiro closer, one arm wrapping around her waist as if to say "stay."]

[It's a light kiss, but a kiss nonetheless - she's happy to press into it as Momo pulls her closer, with one of her jacks coming down to curl against Momo's cheek in lieu of a hand.
But she does pull away again, breaking the kiss slowly, that wobbly look replaced with a smile that looks almost out of place on her expression with how soft it is.]

... I think you're great too, Yaomomo.

[It feels a bit dorky returning that without an ounce of irony, but hey - she means it. She's always thought Momo was great in every sense of the word.
But sitting here tossing all of this back and forth probably isn't doing her many favors either, so...

Once she's made sure that's sunk in with Momo, she goes ahead and shifts a bit - moving down just slightly so she can nose up under her friend's jaw and press a light kiss there.
Just the one for the moment, just to make sure she actually likes it.]

[Momo is a simple creature, Jiro. She is also a dorky, nerdy girl that can't help but be the way that she is. Maybe it's her upbringing, or maybe it's the fact that Jiro is just the coolest girl in the world? Who knows.

She sighs contentedly, and tilts her head up to make room for her friend, neck craning slightly, baring herself in a way. She does like it, the little intimate contact enough to make her breathing hitch and her heart to race...]

...Oh!

[She makes a sweet, happy, surprised little noise when Jiro's nose tickles her skin, but that's all for now. She's just thrilled to be here, sharing this moment with someone special.]

[Oh, that's cute, that's way too cute - the little sound Momo makes just gets her heart to flutter a bit and her tails to start swinging again (because surely that's comfortable for Momo considering she's still between her legs), and she's quick to nuzzle against her skin a bit just to see if she can get that from her again.

... But that's replaced soon enough with a full kiss on the side of Momo's neck, something that's a little clumsy with the way her lips are pulled into a little smile but is still definitely meant to be felt.
And then another. ... And maybe a third after that. The way she places them is kinda leisurely, but she's definitely intending to pepper Momo in them.]

[Any possible discomfort is washed away by kisses. Because yes, peppering her with any sort of affection is a wonderful way to go. She can feel her thoughts starting to get a little hazy, even. This is pretty much what she had expected from the getgo, and it's beyond pleasing to feel Jiro's lips gently tickling her skin.]

...I like that.

[It's about the only words of encouragement she can come up with, but at least they are positive, right?]

[They're just the words of encouragement she needed, honestly - her little fox ears perk forward hearing it, and she's quick to give Momo a few more kisses like it's spurred her on.
But it's not gonna stay gentle for long, really. It's nice to give her these little kisses, to cover her with these little shows of affection, and she's sure Momo's enjoying it!
But it's not really gonna get them anywhere, either.

Which is why, after a moment and once she's picked a spot for it, Jiro ends up lingering a bit longer somewhere on the side of her neck - giving her a much harder kiss with the intent to leave a small mark there.
Completely unabashedly, too; she might need to wear a scarf for a while... but hey! If she liked the little kisses, she'll definitely like a real, lasting one, right?]

[Like? She loves it. The lingering little kiss has Momo's entire body wriggling with excitement, and she tilts her head further to the side so Jiro's access isn't cut off at all. Words don't form right, but her fingers curl against her friend's back, scratching at the skin lightly through her shirt, hopefully conveying just how good that feels. It has to be better than wordless gasps, right?]

[It definitely is, and the scratching through her shirt gets a bit of a shiver to run down her spine, something that ends in little flicks of her jacks as if to shake it off. That's a VERY good sign.
She goes about soothing the mark she's left, pressing a lighter kiss or two against it and even letting her tongue run against it just slightly - before she moves to another spot on her neck to do it again, holding this one for just a bit longer than the last.

She doesn't want them to really hurt any - she knows from experience that's not a whole lot of fun - but there's something exciting, too, about not knowing just where they'll be and seeing the marks later in the mirror... she's not sure if that'll be something that embarrasses Momo in the end, but it's still something she wants to give her to experience, too.

... Plus, it's just nice getting these kinds of reactions out of her. Not that she'll ever say that, of course.]

[Momo certainly doesn't know what to expect, but she knows what a hickey is and she's already wondering about what they'll look like. The notion that she should cover them doesn't even cross her mind. Why would she? They're from Jiro?

It may be the Moonblessing talking, but she decidedly likes the idea of people knowing who her partner was.

Unfortunately there isn't a lot she can do in this position, but her hands do start running the length of Jiro's spine, dragging them along the ridge there.]

[That aspect might be part of Jiro's motivation, too. Maybe. The idea that people will see all those little marks and they'll both know that she's the one who put them there...
Maybe not usually something that she'd care this much about, but right now, with her mind kinda muddied with a mix of Cordis' mischievousness and Sanguis' territorial behavior?
She really kinda wants people to see them. To see them and know.

It's also why, as Momo starts to stroke her spine as she is, she actually starts to move a bit further down the length of her - leaving a kiss or to along the way - until she reaches the top of her chest, a jack coming up to tug down the collar of her shirt, eyes flicking up at Momo as she presses her lips in the dip of her collarbone.]

[Momo's breathing, and her heartrate, increase dramatically when she feels the little jack beginning to play with her clothing. Yes. Rationally, she knew that this would happen, and she's excited to be a part of it, but that doesn't make her less skittish. Why, she can't say. It's not as though she's got a poor body image, and it's not as though she thinks Jiro is going to pressure her into something she won't like.

Maybe because it's embarrassing? Or maybe it's something totally different?

Either way, her hands stop moving, nails digging into cloth a little more firmly as an expectant air hangs in the room.]

[It's not hard to notice a reaction like that, nor just what caused it - and experimentally, she pulls on the collar of her shirt a bit more...
Before deciding, y'know what?

Her jack lets go of her collar, and they both snake their way down to the hem of her shirt - hooking underneath it and giving it a nice tug up. Enough to expose a bit of Momo's stomach to the air.]

... This is gonna need to go. You're cool with it, right?

[Momo doesn't protest, if that's something Jiro's concerned about. She lets out a little breath, somewhere between a wheeze and a relieved sigh, and nods.]

Absolutely. Yes. It does.

[If they're going to get anywhere, that's going to have to go.]

...But yours too

[Just as soon as she starts to really pull up Momo's shirt, she stops - stopped in her tracks by her friend requesting the same from herself.
She ends up sitting back a bit, looking down at her shirt - just a lazy camisole she tossed on for ease's sake - before looking up at Momo again...

And her face starts to flush, getting that comically wobbly look that she's quick to hide behind a paw. It definitely gives her the classic sneaky fox spirit look, despite the reasons behind it...]

... I don't mind that, but I, uh...
I'll need help with mine. Taking yours off with my jacks won't be too hard, but it'd be a little hard to maneuver for my own...

[Nope, that's a bald-faced lie. Jiro? Having trouble maneuvering her jacks? That's laughable.
She just wants Momo to do it for her, and isn't trying too hard to hide that fact.]

[It's a lie. But it's one that Momo isn't going to question! Why would she? She gets to do the same thing for Jiro? That's great.]

Of course!

[She grins, popping up to kiss her partner on the lips again before laying back down. Definitely not a problem at all.]

Anything for you, Jiro.

["Anything for you." Aw. Jiro's well aware that she'd said it herself just a bit ago, yet hearing it still gets something in her chest to swell and a smile to tug up on her lips.
Plus the way Momo sounds almost excited to get to do the same... she's way too cute.

But if she's so excited, there's no sense stalling, right? So Jiro goes about doing just that - coiling her jacks a bit underneath Momo's shirt to make it easier to lift off, using a mix of them and her paws to shimmy it up her torso.
It's a bit difficult, but she trusts Momo to help her out by moving where she needs or lifting her arms when they get to that point.]

... We should do this again once this stupid fox thing is over with. I'm gonna try and make it as good as I can tonight, but... you know.

[Hands would be nice.]

[If she expected Momo to not blush deeper at that, then she is sorely mistaken. She's not against the idea, and certainly not embarrassed by her exposed chest now. She'd been in bed, trying not to think about all this, so once the cloth is out of the way her whole chest is bare.

Jiro's undoubtedly seen it in an onsen, but the situation is different here. And that difference is having a decidedly complicated effect on Momo. On the one hand, she wants Jiro to touch her. On the other, wouldn't that be being too forward? Or unladylike? She's not sure.

So she just ends up freezing, chest rising and falling in time with her breaths.]

[-- Oh. Oh, man. Somehow, Jiro wasn't expecting this sort of reaction out of her... the comment was made without thinking, just an off-hand thought tossed out there to fill the silence.
Yet the fact that Momo's gone silent like that, blushing as deep as she is? It honestly makes her worry, for a moment, that she'd said something wrong.

... Though, it doesn't take too long for the real reason she's frozen up like this to click. That's something else she hadn't really been considering, without lax Momo is about her body in other situations - it's almost like she considered ending up topless as an inevitability rather than anything she should, you know, try to prevent.

Jiro ends up staring briefly, almost as if she's not sure exactly what to do, here... before bringing one of her jacks down to cup underneath her breasts.
It's a very gentle touch, like she's experimenting to see what's okay and what's not.]

... Are you getting nervous? If we need to slow down, it's okay.

[The gentle touch earns a sharp hiss of breath, but also a bit of a dreamy smile. It's not like it feels bad, it is just a little new. Sure, she'd touched her chest before, but Jiro's the first non-Momo person that's done that. It's an experience.]

I...no? [She sounds confused, and maybe a bit needy.]

...I just don't want you thinking I'm pushing you. But if you want to continue, please? Don't stop. I'm fine...

[Oh. Somehow, that makes a lot more sense than Momo getting nervous? Sure, she's the kind of person who can get a little anxious about things - but in a situation like this, it almost feels like something she'd be as coolheaded as ever about...

That smile isn't going unnoticed, though. She must be so sensitive right now, all things considered - so Jiro ends up pulling her other jack down to match, coiling both of them over Momo's chest.]

I don't think you're pushing me at all, Yaomomo. I'm actually kinda used to this kinda stuff going a lot faster... but I don't wanna push you, you know?

[One of her jacks tightens a bit, mimicking a gentle sort of squeeze.]

This is your first time, right? It could set the bar for anything else you do after tonight. I don't wanna mess that up or something.

Of course it's my first time...

[Momo almost laughs, almost. It should be incredibly obvious that it is, and not just because of the way she's acting. Everything about her just screams sheltered virgin, doesn't it?]

...But you won't mess anything up. You couldn't possibly, since it's time spent with you. Someone I trust.

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