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Let's build a Pillow Fort!!!

Childhood. Sweet memories of days gone by, when the snow was magic and the summer lasted for forever. A spare aftrnoon didn't need much in the way of entertainment-- just a few pillows and blankets, an open room, and plenty of imagination were all you needed to make...

A Pillow Fort

The Deets:

-Post your characters-- you've just made your very own pillow fort! It can be as simple or as elaborate as you want. Your reasons are yours.

-Tag around-- visit other forts! They're more fun when you have a friend with you!

-Let people know what you're looking for. Is it a slumber party we're looking at, or a secret hide out where only the cool kids are allowed? What about the grown-ups, do you wanna surprise your loved one with a quirky picnic, or do you want an excuse to just chill?

-Most importantly-- Have fun!

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H-hey....

[ Yup, every now and then Haruka's right. She balances herself on the heels of her palms, chuckling as Michiru's own hands go to work. Since she's wearing pajamas, there's nothing but a thin layer of fabric between Michiru's touch and her chest. The result makes her swallow. Repeatedly. ] Is this what's meant by being a "captive to fashion"?

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[so much for saving the worst lines for your enemies, Haruka.]

If by 'fashion,' you meant me. [her other hand has sneakily wend its way under the hem of your shirt. A finger idly traces patterns against bare skin as she pauses, listening.]

Well, you're very pretty. [ Countermeasures that don't involve her hands. Hmm. This is an interesting dilemma she has found herself in.

Haruka scoots forward to see if she can't manage to cross her legs around Michiru. ]

[~~according to this thread, the Inners are blind, deaf, and/or mute.~~]

Why, thank you. [light fingers make their way up your side and when the heck did her other hand get under the nightshirt? Either way, she's back to ~~unrepentantly copping several sequential feels~~ massaging that chest.] I think you are too. [understatement of the century.

...Whatever are you doing with those legs?]

[ ~~They're probably hiding. And watching. And learning. (Poor Ami.)~~

Haruka settles Indian-style around Michiru. Now at least she's limited your movement. That's....something. She can't have you thinking you've completely immobilized Tenoh Haruka just by slapping wet glitter on her nails. How fast does this stuff dry, anyway...

...never mind, she'll know when they're ready. More interesting things are happening to other parts of her body. Haruka tries not to pant, but her chest is pretty sensitive. She barely ever thinks about it, so when she does she feels twice as aware. ] Is there a game plan here?

[~~maybe she's taking notes~~]

Oh? Did we agree on one? [that's probably complete BS of some sort. She's been working under the assumption that they'll eventually leave to have their own slumber party. Or she'll work Haruka into complete distraction and then hang out and chitchat with the girls for the rest of the night. Either or, depending.

Anyway. She's going to take that as an invitation to get closer. So she leans in, feathering her mouth over a pulsepoint and taking her time in tasting the skin underneath.]

Well, the others went out.

[ They're nowhere to be seen, in any case. If Haruka's senses weren't so wrapped up in noticing what's happening to her body right here and now, she might be better at detecting whether any impressionable young ladies are lurking about, but alas. Her partner's hands are all over her chest. Whatever shall she do--

And now her partner's mouth is on. Oh my. Haruka smirks, then leans in further. Take your time, indeed. ]

[a murmur against skin] Well, that's convenient.

[there are several compelling reasons why she should investigate this, but there are way better things to lavish her attention on, right at her fingertips. And tongue. Mmm.

So, let's revise those parameters, shall we? As if she could ever really resist when it comes to you.

Besides. How long would it take for you to notice that the polish on the first hand should be dry?]

They've gotten so considerate....really growing up.

[ What a proud mentor she is. Actually, she's more of a distracted (and lightly flushed) but grinning mentor. This position for her legs was stupid, so she fixes it, sitting back on her heels tea ceremony-style; this way, she can have extra height to make use of the fact her head is free....

And oh, look at that. The air doesn't feel as cool against her one hand any more. Haruka brushes the bangs back from Michiru's ear, noting with satisfaction that there's no glitter left behind, and leans in to nibble. ] We should thank them.

Oh? [there's still a pause as she eyes that hand warily, but she relaxes as. Ah.

Closing her eyes for a moment.] Did you have something in mind?

[ Haruka's mind is full of Michiru. Her body feels it, too, as she relaxes into the moment and runs those lacquered fingernails lightly down Michiru's sides. Her tongue laps the lip of Michiru's ear, curling as her breath puffs in a laugh. This game is so much fun when it's two-player. ] Right now I can't think of it.

[she's stilled, though the beginnings of a flush are betraying her state of mind.]

I think I'd be offended if you could. [absolutely no bite to that, as distracted as she is. She withdraws a hand and tugs instead on the front of your shirt.]

[ Haruka takes that as an invitation to dip her head down even further. Is Michiru getting flustered? That can't be.

And yet, it's so much fun to watch. She moves her head to try and slip their mouths together, fingers continuing to work. Her other hand's dry now too, so she doubles her approach. ] Michiru....

[eyes half hooded, Michiru is simply taking the opportunity to properly enjoy the moment. Flustered? Please. She's just...really, really distracted. Yeah.]

Mm. Haruka. [she'll meet you halfway for that kiss, even as she shivers as that other hand comes into play.

Her hand in the front of your shirt work on loosening the top button and.

And then, Usagi sneezes and Michiru freezes up entirely.]

[ She didn't need that button anyway. By all means, do -

Haruka freezes too, caught in the act with her lips against Michiru's. There's a very long pause, and then she sighs, head dipping so it's their foreheads that are touching instead. Never say those other girls don't have timing. ]

Eavesdropping's rude, y'know.

[that flush she had before has got nothing on the she's got on now. Oh god, this is embarrassing.

A couple of deep breaths and she's pulling back, sitting on her heels and placing her hands demurely in her lap. If not for the faint pink tinge about her cheeks, she looks absolutely normal.]

Excuse us. [can the floor swallow her up yet?

There are a few hasty apologies (accompanied by quiet scolding) as the other girls quickly take their leave. Presumably so they could eavesdrop in another adjacent room.]

[ Haruka sits back as well and clears her throat. Several times. Loudly. One eyebrow twitches, and she looks torn between scowling and laughing. ]

I think we're too old for this sleepover.

I do believe we'll take our leave now.

[aaand she's back. She rises elegantly to her feet, a vaguely admonishing and disappointing look on her face - as if the onus of the blame for their making out is placed squarely and rightfully on the shoulders of the other girls.

This never happened and she's going to turn mysteriously deaf if it ever comes up.]

Enjoy.

[ Haruka tosses that over her shoulder at their hosts, placing a hand on the small of Michiru's back to accompany her towards the door. They'll just get in the way of the other girls' evening if they remain, and nobody would want that!

Now, how should they spend the rest of their evening....? ]

[she scoops up their bag as they leave. It takes moment longer than usual, but she'll lean in slightly against Haruka, for the sake of studied indifference.

...At least they're not lacking for dramatic exits.

Once they get outside though:] They went out, hm?

[sort of not-quite-teasing? That was embarrassing, but half of it was her own fault.]

[ Haruka flicks her eyes towards the stars, sort of halfway to rolling them. Yup, she'd been wide open there. Even she could find that one. ] Leave it.

[ Honestly though, those kids are so....She bumps her side against Michiru's as they walk. It's a pleasantly cool night - temperate enough that she drove the convertible. ] I didn't get to learn what else happens at sleepovers.

[ This was the very first one she's ever attended. She can't say she thinks she's missed much, though there were some aspects that had been really very pleasant. ]

[she shakes her head slightly, but she drops it. Less time spent dwelling on that the better.

Finally separating when they get to the car, Michiru places the bag in the backseat as she slides into her customary spot.]

If I recall, there's usually much talk of boys.

[not that she has had very many friends before all this, but she's probably been to a couple when she was way younger.]

Well, that sounds boring.

[ ...Besides, you never seriously took part, right? In talking about boys. Because that would just be silly.

This driver's-side door closes a bit more emphatically than normal tonight. ]

Just talk?

[wouldn't you like to know?

And she'll start ticking stuff off on her fingers.] School, boys, teachers, popular shows...

[hmm] Make up. Clothes.

[yeah, no. Her time was better spent practicing her violin.]

Sleepover's a misnomer. [ The engine rumbles to life, the headlights flashing on in time with a new light brightening Haruka's eyes from within. She can't help how much she enjoys driving.

The fact that she's now also got light reflecting off her glittery fingernails apparently goes unnoticed. She smiles over the dashboard. ]

All in all, I think we can find better ways to spend the evening.

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i'm tempted to say "and then usagi sneezed"

....I would not be surprised

god do we childblock them or do we let the younger ladies receive an education

they'd never be able to be quiet for that long

true enough

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