[Ah, she's... a cuddler. She wants to cuddle, or something. Or - What is this called again? Makima calls it something... Skinship? Is that what this is? Aki leans back a little as Denji sets to explore her body, watching her with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. What is it about her body that has her so curious, is what she's curious about. The way she touches her and rolls her breasts in her hands and traces over her nipples - dives in between her chest and seems to be pleased by what she finds there. Which is, what? Skin she can't peel away? Aki isn't sure she wants to know.]
[She raises a hand to push at Denji's head when she starts messing her fingers around her nipples, expecting her to jump for round two. It's right when she has her palm pressed against the side of her head that she asks that idiotic question. Aki raises her eyes up to the ceiling, immediately feeling the exhaustion wash over her.]
[Normal? What the hell is she...]
You never do anything normal.
[And this certainly isn't included. But it's Denji, and Aki is vaguely aware that she isn't asking in a moral or a logical sense. It's something more nebulous than that. If this is the way sex is supposed to be, if being squirted on and then following it up by squirting all over your partner is normal, if enjoying the feeling of breasts in your hand is normal. If touch and connection like this is normal.]
But this isn't that unusual, no.
[So she can take it or leave that. Aki presses at her again, trying to wedge herself out from where she's taken root. The push isn't that hard, however, and it's not just from a lack of wanting to try. Her arms feel shaky, tired. Weak.]
Let me get up and clean up a little... You stink. [She smells kind of like piss which makes sense, but the main issue is that Aki's arm is soaked and sticky and if Denji is going to crawl all over her, she'd rather let her have her fill while she's not dealing with those sensations. This isn't a devil fight, after all. Being soaked and sticky isn't something she can simply put out of her mind for now.] Come on, you can cling to me in the bedroom.
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[She raises a hand to push at Denji's head when she starts messing her fingers around her nipples, expecting her to jump for round two. It's right when she has her palm pressed against the side of her head that she asks that idiotic question. Aki raises her eyes up to the ceiling, immediately feeling the exhaustion wash over her.]
[Normal? What the hell is she...]
You never do anything normal.
[And this certainly isn't included. But it's Denji, and Aki is vaguely aware that she isn't asking in a moral or a logical sense. It's something more nebulous than that. If this is the way sex is supposed to be, if being squirted on and then following it up by squirting all over your partner is normal, if enjoying the feeling of breasts in your hand is normal. If touch and connection like this is normal.]
But this isn't that unusual, no.
[So she can take it or leave that. Aki presses at her again, trying to wedge herself out from where she's taken root. The push isn't that hard, however, and it's not just from a lack of wanting to try. Her arms feel shaky, tired. Weak.]
Let me get up and clean up a little... You stink. [She smells kind of like piss which makes sense, but the main issue is that Aki's arm is soaked and sticky and if Denji is going to crawl all over her, she'd rather let her have her fill while she's not dealing with those sensations. This isn't a devil fight, after all. Being soaked and sticky isn't something she can simply put out of her mind for now.] Come on, you can cling to me in the bedroom.