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Salvation Meme!

The holidays are upon Union, bringing an event (and plenty of snow) in their wake...and in the midst of the excitement, some characters may have gifts they wish to give others. That's where this meme comes in!

If you just want to post an OOC list of the Salvation gifts your character got their CR (or their Pokémon, or their CR's Pokémon...), there's an OOC top-level comment for that. If you'd rather surprise someone ICly, however, there's a section for that as well.

Happy gifting! And happy OOC holidays to everyone in the game. Let's make the seasons bright. :)

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[that's a sly look, and she's arching over you, leaning in to nuzzle and nip at your jaw. The buttons on her blouse are easily within reach, but she's also pressing up with that knee.]

Ngh- [ You're making this difficult on purpose, aren't you. Haruka would glare, but she's too madly into you for it to be convincing. So instead she just keeps smirking and ignores the way her fingertips are trembling as she works with these buttons. There's one. Two - mm, she's tempted to nuzzle back. Three.

And she's found something nicer to nuzzle now. ]

[there's a sharp intake of breath as she freezes for a moment, and mmf. She knew that was coming, but still.

She breathes out. It's almost a shaky breath, if you're paying attention.]

[ Haruka feels that exhale more than hears it, her own breathing soft against Michiru's body. You were nipping before, right? She'll do the same, and kiss the spot once she's finished.

Below her head, her fingers feel their ways to button number four. ]

[and that's definitely a shiver at that nip. Michiru is almost frozen in indecision, mind vividly tracking the spots where your breath seems to just caress her skin. She should...probably move or something or at least.

Haah. That's a quiet groan, and then she's pushing down with her hips and pressing up with her knee.]

[ If you're enjoying her breath, Michiru, Haruka did just have to exhale sharply. She almost flubs the last button, but performing most tasks automatically does have its uses. Now she has a full strip of bare skin to press against, trying to summon some cheek. ] Is that all?

[pushy. And she's sliding back down and sitting back up a little, so her hands are free to tug at your shirt. She's already missing the warmth against her skin.]

Is what all? [looks like she has every intention of making short work of these buttons]

[ Good, because she misses you too. The cool air's just not the same, even though it's making her skin prickle, sensitive. ] Telling would be cheating.

[she's working those buttons from the bottom up, and then taking her sweet time in tracing those oft hidden curves.]

Are we making up arbitrary rules now? [even though they always do that]

Maybe I think you can figure it out. [ Such belief. Very trust. Haruka tries not to move too much, so as not to interfere with Michiru's exploration. Yes, she's an....extremely competent young lady.

Her face flushes as Michiru's fingers round a curve. This is nice. ]

I'm touched. [well, technically you are.

And she's leaning down, taking up that trail with her lips instead, taking her time visiting landmarks that she seems to know intimately.]

[ The trail rises to meet Michiru's lips on occasion, as Haruka's finding it increasingly difficult to behave. She shifts a little under Michiru's touch, too. Those are all wonderful places, but....is there anywhere you've never explored before? Perhaps they'll discover one together. ]

[that might take some creativity, but she can play along. As it is, she is making every effort to...appreciate your chest. Slow, lingering trail of kisses, topped off with a swirl of tongue and heat.

Somebody has to, after all, and she will take on that duty with relish.]

Ah..... [ Haruka's thighs move together (even if there's a knee in the way). Count on Michiru to make her feel this tender, but she's trying not to be impatient since the pace is one of the best parts of this.

She does have that knee pinned now, though. That thought makes her smile. Maybe she can do something with that....She presses her legs against it, also determined to go slow. ]

[that might be a surprised exhale when she feels your legs shift. And while her knee moves, it's because she's tightening that grip she's got about your thigh where she's straddling it.

Inhale, and she's forcing her legs to relax. Maybe if she pretends it didn't happen, she can ignore the flush in her cheeks.]

[ Hey, if her cheeks have to color, so do yours. This is an equal partnership.

Haruka smiles, encouraging Michiru to continue. There's not much more shifting she can do, pinned as she is, but she still scoots as close as she can. All of the above has been quite nice. Do keep at it. ]

[she hardly needs the encouragement, judging by the way her mouth is otherwise engaged. She'll shift though, leaving a trail of nips and kisses to give some attention to the other one. Equality, huh?

And while she's at it, her hand is steadily, stealthily drawing patterns in her skin that all seem to lead down your torso.]

Mmmmmn.... [ Haruka likes where this is going. She lifts her own hand to place it back on Michiru's body.

Very low on the other woman's hips. But even that is kind of hard to reach and grip, so she'll have to settle for soft stroking. Haruka doubts Michiru will mind. ]

[that might be a smile against your skin. And that's a satisfied hum in response to yours, even as she takes her sweet time reaching for your belt.

That's one last nuzzle, and then she's sitting up again and undoing your belt.]

[ Things are getting serious. Haruka exhales, trying not to crane her neck too much to watch. It'll be more fun if she doesn't see things coming...but at the same time, she wants to watch Michiru. Should she help, though?

She'll only lift her hips if Michiru seems to have some issues handling that belt - or shows an inclination to slide her trousers down. Their current position is somewhat tenuous, and she'd hate to disturb it. ]

[she's certainly showing an inclination to do just that, from the way she's (unfortunately) moving out of the way and tugging at your trousers.

Still. The benefits outweigh the costs, judging from that smirk on her face.]

[ Haruka adopts a long-suffering look - you're going to make her move, good grief - and obliges. She doesn't quite roll her eyes, but she thinks it very loudly.

The grin is sort of ruining the effect here, though. ]

[trousers, belt, underwear and all get tossed blithely to the side and she's settling in again. A hand is placed low on your hips, while the other presses patterns onto the plane of your stomach.]

Lazy.

[ Oh, it's going to be much harder to think of a comeback now. This doesn't mean that Haruka can't try, though, despite most of her attention being on what's happening with Michiru's hands, not coming out of her mouth. ] Completist.

[ Then again, that's a compliment. ]

Am I? [she certainly is a tease, seeing how she's moving back a little, fingers trailing and studiously avoiding anything important. If your leg is propped up, she'll kiss that knee, but little will stop her from lightly drawing her fingernails across your inner thigh and your calf.

What's the point of learning new things if you don't apply them?]

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