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ask questions from the heart: the remix Finally! You can ask all the questions about matters of the heart, love, and romance that have been burning that hole through your curiosity. Ask away! Delve deep! Nothing is off-limits! Except for that. RULES ○ Don’t leave your comment blank. This go ‘round, your character asks the love-adjacent and related questions!

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[mimikriya]

[There is something satisfying about making up the rules as they go along.]

Okay.
I don't care if you say it in front of other people. [She just won't explain. Easy.]

[immaterialgirl]

[rules are certainly more tolerable when it's their own. and not being enforced upon them by anyone else.]

Ah. [she's not sure if that's a don't care (neutral) or... if maybe Antonia wants to flaunt it just a bit.]

it is entirely one of those options and zero the other, yes

[mimikriya]

[Much more tolerable. Other things make them more tolerable, too.

Since that's not a question, Antonia just nods.]

[immaterialgirl]

[well maybe she'll have to work her way up to being less shy and skittish about it all, to figure out which one it is.]

[mimikriya]

Feel free to make me earn that too, if you want.

[immaterialgirl]

You'll have to be very good to kitty.

[mimikriya]

Kitty will have to be very good herself, if that's what she wants.

[immaterialgirl]

Oh you know I always am. [no, no she's not.]

[mimikriya]

Starting with a lie. Guess you don't really want it.

[immaterialgirl]

I don't want it easy.

[mimikriya]

Funny, the conclusions you draw sometimes.

[immaterialgirl]

To be fair, you are a bit difficult to read. [which honestly it's why she wears the mask herself, but only on missions. she knows Antonia wears it for entirely different reasons beyond that, which is why she's not certain if she's allowed to find the mask hot or not.]

[mimikriya]

Who, me?

I'll give you this one free, since you still aren't quite daring enough to ask. You shouldn't assume just because you're good, I'm not going to give it to you hard.
[This better land. She's spent so much time studying how to make an innuendo.]

[immaterialgirl]

Oh-
[it lands alright, that stir of curiosity because it's all still just hypotheticals they haven't put into practice yet. because it evokes a few possibilities, all of which... yeah, she wants.]

And if kitty is real bad, then what?

[mimikriya]

If kitty is real bad... We start finding out how much more frustrated you can get. Or how close you can get to satisfied without tipping over.

[immaterialgirl]

Oh, I think the reason kitty has been so bad is lack of proper stimulation. Cooped up inside all day. No lap to crawl into.

Having to smile for a bunch of pointless pr campaigns.

[mimikriya]

I think kitty has been so bad cause it almost gets her off, doesn't it?
She'd have a lap to crawl into if she asked nicely.

[immaterialgirl]

[a frustrated little huff, because yes. yes the teasing and the provoking with search results in retaliation to Antonia's own, the back and forth gets her... almost something. attention alone isn't quite bringing her satisfaction.

so asking nicely it is. and test out if the whole daddy thing works or not.] Please, daddy. Won't you sit down so your kitten has somewhere cozy to curl up?

[mimikriya]

[Shame she can't see the smug smirk that little huff causes.

Oh, yeah, that answers that question, that definitely works. Antonia backs across the room, to keep from turning away from Ava, settles down into one of the armchairs, pats her thigh.] There. That wasn't so difficult, was it, kitten?

[immaterialgirl]

[she waits until Antonia is fully seated, patting at her thigh in beckoning, until making her approach. a lazy slinky little catwalk, that ends with her crawling right up face-to-face to straddle said thigh, a flip of her skirts out from behind her so they're less in the way.] Maybe a little. [a pout, as she shifts around pretending to get more comfortable. cheeks flushing just slightly at the pleasant feeling from the friction.]

[mimikriya]

[for the moment, she settles her hands lightly, fingers spread, on Ava's thighs, and otherwise remains still as a statue.]

A little. Is that your way of saying you think you've earned a reward from me, kitty cat?

[immaterialgirl]

[she arches her spine as she simultaneously leans in at the shoulders, face coming closer. and sliiides back against Antonia's thigh until her cunt is pressed right over her kneepad, lips curling into a very pleased smile.]

Yes? [and then she flicks the tiniest little lick against that cute little skull nose.]

[mimikriya]

[Dammit, Ava, pick a lane. How's she supposed to deal with you being sexy AND adorable at the time? Have a heart. Pause for reboot, that contact on the mask makes her feel a third confusing type of way, too.]

That doesn't sound certain. Is there some other bad behavior you should confess to?

[Screw it. She gets to be impatient, too, sliding her hands up to Ava's hips to hold her still (in theory) while she presses her knee up into her.] Sure you want to be that far away, for this reward?

[immaterialgirl]

I didn't read the packets.

[it's hard to pick a lane when she's been so deprived that she wants it all at once. she's in overdrive, anxious and impatient and so needy as she grinds down against Antonia's knee... but at the same time, that's what makes Antonia taking control, regulating the pace, so appealing. keeping Ava from spinning right off, with that firm grip on her hips.

she blinks a bit hazily, at the conundrum presented. yes, she very much wants whatever reward that Antonia has determined she earned, and slides herself right back up along her thigh, so close.]

[mimikriya]

Good choice, kitten. Now - [Antonia shifts a little closer to the edge of the seat, sits up a little straighter and widens the stance of her legs to make this, in theory, a little easier.

Then, somewhat less nervous by sheer virtue of the physical effect this was having on her as well, no room in her mind left to think about fucking it up, she goes to start guiding Ava's hips into a slow, steady, firm rhythm.] You're going to let me - Daddy direct how you're moving, and you're going to focus on letting me see or hear or feel whatever reaction you're having. If you want something to change, you can ask nicely, and we'll see if you get it. Understand?

What did you do with the packets instead?