M A D E .. f o r .. Y O U (heartshapedlocket)

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She shrugged.
"Mm. It would take.. Less clothing and a comfortable place to lay to get to the spots." She smiled, blushing, ducking her head.

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Emi threw her head back and laughed, "You're so cute," she hummed, hugging the girl close to her chest.

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"Thank you?" She laughed into Emi's hair. "But I'm serious." She giggled a bit.

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"I know and that's what made it so adorable. That, combined with how shy you seem," Emi pulled her gently back up the stairs toward the loft.

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"Oh, god. Are we seriously doing this?" She ducked her head, hair hiding her face. It slid across her shoulders, over her belly, tickling the edges of her underwear. They had slipped to reveal her hips, and she fixed them with a free hand. "You mean it?"

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"I'm curious," Emi responded, squeezing her hand gently, "We don't have to, but you wanted to cuddle anyways, right?"

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"Yes, but don't people normally cuddle with clothing on?" She was becoming a tad braver, lifting her head, opening the sliding screen door, padding to the bed, laying on the covers with her long legs in front of her, crossed at the ankles, hands folded over her belly, back propped up on some pillows.

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"Everyone has different cuddling preferences," Emi crawled onto the bed with no hesitation, blinking at Alainn innocently.

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"Oh?" She lifted a hand and trailed her hair away from her own face, exposing her neck, sliding her head to the side to show the long, tannish column. She smiled at her date. "What are your preferences?" Her hands shifted from her hair back to clasp at her belly, this sly, seductive, sensual smile playing over her lips. Somehow, she looked ready to have a wrestle - not the kind on TV, mind you - and somehow managed to look innocent.

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"I've always thought that the less clothes are the better," Emi wrapped her hands around Alainn's ankles and gave her a little tug, so that she slid down the bed toward her, "So I think that you look perfect the way you are right now."

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"But I still have clothes on." She gave a quiet laugh, eyes crinkling at the end. Her wings were spread across the bed, taking up the entire surface, leaving little room unless you sat right on her or right, right beside her. Álainn smiled again.

"Mm. You have far too many clothes on for my tastes. Can I please fix that?"

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Emi nodded and let go of her ankles, bracing her hands on either side of her, "Yes, you may."

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She spoke in Gaelic. "Ba mhaith liom teagmháil le do craiceann nocht. Ba mhaith liom a stróc tú, dar leat bheith faoi mo mhéara. Mar sin, go raibh maith agat as ligean dom a undress duit. Go páirteach." She rose up, smiling, pleased at using her language so smoothly. She stroked her fingertips down Emi's shoulder. "What piece should come off first?"

((I want to touch your naked skin. I want to stroke you, feel you underneath my fingers. So thank you for allowing me to undress you. Partially.))

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"I'm wearing a dress, silly girl," Emi smirked, taking one hand and stroking Alainn's thigh lightly.

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"Yes, you are. But dresses tie, or zip, yes?" She smiled, moving her thigh just a bit against Emi's fingers. One of her sensitive points, obvious by the way her spine arched, her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted. "Are you wearing undergarments?"

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Her lips quirked upward, "Yes, I have on a thong and a bra," she replied, stroking her fingers tenderly.

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"Revealing little thing." She laughed, wingtips stroking her skin lightly. She moaned, arching just a bit. She rolled them over so she was arched over Emi, smiling, leaning over to lick against her neck. "Mm. You taste like strawberries." She nuzzled into Emi's collarbone, fingers darting down to stroke against the top of Emi's dress.

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"Strawberries?" Emi sounded amused, her hands already sliding over the girl's hips, "I have no idea why. I don't wear any strawberry flavored lotion."

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She laughed, fingers sliding around her waist and over her back. "How the hell does this thing come off?" Her voice was light, teasing.

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"Zipper, down the side," Emi laughed, taking Alainn's hand and guiding it to the zipper that started beside her right breast.