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[No. No she does not feel badly about that. Instead, she leans down, bringing her face close, propping herself up on her fists as she hovers inches from her best friend.]

...I like you that way too.

[And then there's another kiss. This one deeper, more fervent than before. She'd gotten the answer she wanted, after all! And inside, it made her as giddy as a whole gallon of champagne while outwardly, all she wanted to do was kiss away that blush.]

[That's enough to completely assuage her anxiety about admitting as much - taking it from worry to excitement, 0 to 60, without Momo needing to say anything more.
Jiro's whole expression brightens even as she leans back just a bit to give Momo space, everything about her seeming to just... lift as she realizes what it means.
(At the very least, one can guess that her jacks certainly do.)

Somehow? Someway? This kiss is much easier to predict than the others had been. Probably thanks in part to what it just followed...
Jiro tosses her arms around Momo's shoulders as she returns it with gusto, almost threatening to topple the two of them over with the hold. Almost.

How excited she is about all this, though, is likely palpable - she doesn't know exactly what it means for the two of them, not just off of that, but she can tell it's something great.]

[Momo has no idea either, but she knows that she wants more of this giddy feeling inside her. So down she goes, sliding her legs up onto the bed and lowering herself onto Jiro, pressing her whole body down to mold into her. It's easier now, somehow, with this admission out of the way. They can move forward and enjoy it, without wondering if they're on different pages.

So, move forward she does, squirming her legs up between her friend's to push them apart a bit.]

You're cute when you blush.

[She says almost automatically when she pulls back for air.]

I don't know much about all of this, but I know I like that look on your face. That real smile...

[And down they go! It doesn't take much more than that to get her to go along with it, really, and she does her best to keep Momo close the whole way; one of Jiro's hands slips up to curl around the back of her head beneath her ponytail, giving her a little leverage to press up into that kiss just a bit more.
And with Momo's legs finding a space between her own, she's plenty happy to move and shift to make it more comfortable - namely, of course, spreading her knees to make room for her, one of her legs bending up to plant her heel on the mattress.

Once they pull apart, though, her hold loosens just a bit, with her thumb softly rubbing right behind Momo's ear. It's a pretty fond touch, too.]

What, like my other smiles aren't?

[Based on the tone - and the fact that she follows it up by pressing a little kiss against Momo's cheek with a light hum of a laugh - she's pretty obviously teasing her.
... But the whole of it is just cementing that blush where it is across her features, and man, she can almost feel how warm her face is right now.
Momo's lucky she blushes easily if she really finds it that cute.]

I'm just... so happy, right now. You just make me so happy, Yaomomo.
I know that probably sounds a little cheesy coming from me, though...

Cheesy?

[Momo laughs, low and bright, nuzzling against Jiro's neck as she tilts her head to the side, kissing the skin there softly. There's nothing but affection in her words, her voice, her eyes.

Cheesy?]

...No, that's a paperback romance. This is something better.

[Much better. Her hands begin moving inward, one underneath to pull her into a hug, the other heading for the buttons of her shirt.]

It sounds...nice.

[Momo's laughter is mirrored with a soft laugh of her own as she tilts her head back a bit, giving Momo whatever room she needs. She can already feel her skin starting to prickle with warmth thanks to just how close Momo is to her neck...
And that kiss gets her to flinch just a bit with a quiet gasp, almost as if she hadn't expected it, somehow.]

It -
It is nice.

[As she's pulled closer, she leans in to tuck against Momo's shoulder; making sure she isn't muffled this way, but still close.
Though her grip does actually loosen a bit - just to make it easier on Momo to bring her hand in between them.]

It's really nice. And the idea that I make you that happy, too...

[That's probably the nicest part about all this. There's not a whole lot out there that'd top it for Jiro, really.]

I have to wonder...how long have you been not telling me about these feelings?

[Really, truly she is curious. Not because she finds it odd, because she's not the only guilty party here. She wants to know if it all lines up to when she first started noticing these things...]

[For a moment, Jiro's quiet after Momo asks her question... she knows it's unintentional, but man if she doesn't feel at least a little called out, here.
Not that it's entirely a bad thing. It's probably good to talk all this out anyway, right?]

I mean, I'm not actually too sure... there was a while there where I was trying to convince myself they didn't exist.
Not because I had any problem with them. I just had no idea what to do with'em, you know?

But looking back on just how bad I missed you while I was stuck in that other world...

[Yes, she's implying exactly as it sounds. It's probably been a while.
As Jiro talks, though, she brings a hand up to run through her own bangs; she's feeling an awfully strong mix of amusement and disbelief in a way that's aimed entirely at herself, honestly.

Did she seriously spend so long acting like there was nothing there?]

I understand.

[Momo agrees, of course. What she is not fessing up to yet, and won't without prompting because why embarrass oneself, is that she's had similar thoughts for a while now. Is it something that's been eating at her own thoughts in passing, but acting on it? saying something? No...]

I'm here now though. So. We'll just have to...I don't know...

[She pauses, kissing Jiro's jaw, moving closer towards her lips.]

...See where it goes?

[It's difficult not to smile, hearing all this. Not that Jiro even had the urge to try and stop herself - why would she?
She just said Momo makes her happy, after all.
But it does mean Jiro's honestly beaming up at her. To anyone else, this kind of smile would probably look a little out of place on her...

And she takes a second after that kiss to bring her hand back out of her own hair and cup it around Momo's cheek, instead.]

I just said you're the one I wanna figure all this stuff out with, didn't I?

[Jiro turns her face a bit, saying as much, just to hover close to Momo's face to match - but she's not going in for anything, herself.
Possibly just to play around a bit, possibly because she's being greedy and wants Momo to kiss her, possibly just because.
Who knows with Jiro, really?]

You did.

[And Momo decides to dart in for that kiss now, finally. Long, steady and slow. The kind of kiss you give your partner, not just someone you're involved with for the hell of it. She kind of wants to show Jiro just how much she cares. And how this isn't just out of pity, so she's giving it her all.

And not letting up]

[... There's definitely something different to this kiss that Jiro can't exactly place. She's returning it as well as she can, of course, doing her best to keep to the pace Momo's giving off, but at the same time?
It's almost a little strange. Not in a bad way. It's just... new.

Up until now, everything she's done with others has just been to work each other up - fast-paced and meant to get blood flowing. For the hell of it.
That kind of thing.
She's never actually gotten a kiss like this before. Sweet and smooth and slow... and long.

It doesn't take more than a second for her to realize what it's about, though.
And once she does, she shifts a bit - turning her head to fit the both of them together better, reaching up to brush some of Momo's hair back behind her ear in a soft, affectionate sort of touch, slipping her other arm around her waist to pull Momo down and hold her even closer against herself.
All with a pleased little hum against Momo's lips and an almost overly warm puff of air on her cheek.

If Momo's not gonna let up, then Jiro's obviously not going to, either.]

[Momo eventually does pull back, taking a long breath to steady herself, staring down into Jiro's eyes. It's new for her too, but she can tell that in this moment something has changed. Things have shifted, and this kiss marked a new point in their relationship. Whatever that might be.

Reaching her hand up, she cups Jiro's cheek, fingers stroking up to her hairline, one breaking from the pack to run along the shell of her ear.]

So. I want you to sit up...let me get your clothes out of the way.

[And she'll move so that's possible.]

I think that I've got a feel for how to handle some of this, now.

[Jiro's breathing is already warm and heavy, and staring up into Momo's eyes like that, the usual blush starts to creep up and dust her face... or maybe she's just flushing because she's excited?
Hard to say.

Considering the way she shivers with that little touch to her ear, though, it's easy to say it's both. Such a soft touch...

As Momo moves to give Jiro the room she needs, she pulls her hands back and places them on the bed for leverage - getting up a touch faster than she needs to, just so she can give Momo a very quick peck on the cheek before she pulls too far away.]

Alright. But what're you looking to handle in the first place?

[She's got a smile on her face asking as much, so it's safe to say there's just innocent curiosity behind the question. Maybe just a slight amount of teasing.
What should she expect here, captain?]

Everything?

[Momo asks, almost like she doesn't get the tease. she does. But she has some specific things that she wants to touch. And so, starts reaching for the hem of her shirt.]

I mean, I didn't really explore your body much last time. I want to rectify that this time.

[Wow. Jiro's easy to work with, of course, moving her arms to make getting her shirt off easy on Momo, but that statement...
She's been red this whole time, of course, but one could almost say she's turned a shade or two darker.]

W-what a way to say that... I mean, there's not much to explore, anyway.
I'm pretty small.

[In height! She's picking on her height! Nothing else that may or may not be small...!!]

But, you - ah... [Hmm. She trails off for a second as if she's rethinking her wording, here.]

... I'm all yours.

[Momo laughs again, soft and sweet, helping Jiro out of her shirt. Normally she might not be so bold! But it's her birthday, and Jiro's clearly into it, and it is very nice to turn her on her head sometimes. So, she reaches around and deftly undoes her bra, having had plenty of practice at this on herself. And maybe a little time spent practicing on a manikin...just to be sure.

She's had this in mind for a few days now, after all.]

Small's what I like, though. I think that it's nice, being able to completely hug you.

[And, that's what she does, a big, enveloping hug. This is her idea of sexy...]

[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?

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