yukari "emo theater kid" takeba | 岳羽 ゆかり (
piercedyourheart) wrote2019-09-25 12:05 am
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Yukari Takeba ⬤ Persona 3
residential district ⬤ Lvl 1
moonblessing ⬤ Iris
residential district ⬤ Lvl 1
moonblessing ⬤ Iris

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Yeah...yeah, that's okay. [ she touches her nose to minako's, smile back in place. ] I promise I'll talk to you about everything. I mean it. Even if it takes me a while, I--. Seriously, just....
[ she trails off, overwhelmed by the realization of how lucky she is, before saying quietly, ]
Thank you. [ and an unspoken 'i love you so much.' ]
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I love you too, you know? It's a lot easier than you probably think. Especially when Iris has you acting like suuuuch a sweetheaaaart! [ she singsongs that, pressing her lips firmly to yukari's cheek with another giggle before starting to trail down to her neck. the hand on her hip begins climbing up her back. ]
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[ yeah sure okay ]
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[ more little kisses and nips to her neck, gentle loving scrapes with those sharp teeth. minako decides to dispense with the teasing and starts pushing up yukari's top, pulling back just enough to give her a questioning look. even now, she wants the go-ahead before things go any further. ]
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when minako pulls away, yukari's twitchy reindeer ears swivel toward her and remain stock still, a surefire sign that she has her absolute full attention. understanding the unspoken question, yukari gives her a dangerous grin, leans in to press a kiss to the shell of her ear, and whispers, ]
Do whatever you want to me, Minako.
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Dangerous permission to give someone, Yukari... [ her voice is just as quiet and playful as yukari's had been. she moves her head down, pressing a kiss to yukari's collarbone and then the swell of her chest, pushing forward to press her knee up between her thighs. ]
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all at once, she knows she's more than just wanted. she feels...cherished.
she's very grateful for the small moment to collect herself as she works at the button at the back of her collar and pull her shirt over her head, dropping it the floor, before turning her own soft look back to her girlfriend. ]
Hm, maybe, [ the last syllable on the verge of a breathy moan when yukari feels minako's knee, ] if it was anybody else. But I'm with you. I trust you.