[Almost out of instinct, Aki releases Denji and snatches for her leg when it kicks out, thrusts into the air with no actual threat to harm her. It's a reaction she can't entirely control but pretends like it is with how she moves her leg back into place, continues to sweep her fingers forward and along her inner walls. Once the moment has passed, though, it digests and Aki recognizes it - that she reacted just from this touch, that she's enjoying this.]
[Embarrassing. That's what it is - to be so turned on by that fact. It's embarrassing.]
Experience. [It's the only answer she deigns to give. Leaning over her, leg released and her arms now free, Aki can adjust herself to cup against her crotch and better thrust her fingers in, scissor them and twist them inside of her with the fresh wetness spilling out. She's making a mess of the very bedding she was just a minute ago preparing to crawl into and fall fast, fast asleep, but of course nothing can be so cleanly gotten with Denji.] You'll get there, too.
[She leans over and kisses her shoulder, then trails the brief pecks along her skin as her fingers continue. What had begun slow and torturous has increased in intensity but not as much speed - the motions are direct and purposeful, each adjustment and thrust and twist meant to elicit a feeling, not simply to overwhelm. She wants her to feel this, feel why it feels good. And why does she want her to understand that? It's not self-serving, she has no illusions of Denji being able to do this for her. So is it because she wants her to feel good? To understand this part of her?]
[Embarrassing. It's so embarrassing, the side of her this mutt brings out.]
no subject
[Embarrassing. That's what it is - to be so turned on by that fact. It's embarrassing.]
Experience. [It's the only answer she deigns to give. Leaning over her, leg released and her arms now free, Aki can adjust herself to cup against her crotch and better thrust her fingers in, scissor them and twist them inside of her with the fresh wetness spilling out. She's making a mess of the very bedding she was just a minute ago preparing to crawl into and fall fast, fast asleep, but of course nothing can be so cleanly gotten with Denji.] You'll get there, too.
[She leans over and kisses her shoulder, then trails the brief pecks along her skin as her fingers continue. What had begun slow and torturous has increased in intensity but not as much speed - the motions are direct and purposeful, each adjustment and thrust and twist meant to elicit a feeling, not simply to overwhelm. She wants her to feel this, feel why it feels good. And why does she want her to understand that? It's not self-serving, she has no illusions of Denji being able to do this for her. So is it because she wants her to feel good? To understand this part of her?]
[Embarrassing. It's so embarrassing, the side of her this mutt brings out.]