The Obsidiennes

雷神 (Thunder Goddess) — "Hmm," she manages to hum with a curious glance towards Bambietta as she continues her way to the shower -- it seemed it was quite clear that the quincy wasn't going to fall for the goddess's playful mannerisms today. Was she off her game or what? "Alright, you win." she manages to mumble in defeat, shifting her form from where she previously sat just to stand facing the quincy with a defeated glance. A hand is placed upon her own hip while she takes a second to adjust herself thinking that a small shower wouldn't be bad after all.

It stopped her in her tracks throughout Yoruichi's brisk stretch, and thus allowed the woman to easily saunter right by her. Their eyes indeed met as she tracked the move, and so Bambietta became aware that while Yoruichi had a playful look on her features again, it was different than before—more earnest and less teasing? It suddenly occurred to her that the Shinigami wanted her attention in kind too, and while what was said at least sounded reassuring, who was it really meant to reassure? Yoruichi genuinely seemed at least a little apologetic, and so that earlier look had been… vulnerability? She didn't want to be alone?

雷神 (Thunder Goddess) —- "Now is it necessary for the name-calling?" She queries teasingly with a slight chuckle. "You would break his heart if he heard." Perhaps that was a little too dramatic on her part -- Urahara had his moments and perhaps a little banter wouldn't bother him just a bit. "Well, now that I have confirmed it with you -- I might have to pay him another visit when he returns."

"I mean, that guy is pretty weird..." Bambietta affirmed. The nuance of Yoruichi using his surname seemed to be lost on her, despite the emphasis placed on it. "Anyway, it's pretty obvious I didn't use it or else you'd smell it on my hair! It's not like I don't catch a whiff of it whenever you go by." Wasn't Yoruichi some kinda super-spy or whatever? The Daten had been weirdly sparse...

However that didn’t stop the surprise of it all as when she was pulled, a deep inhale comes from the brawlers lips and as their proximity lessens, it’s clear how her breath had been stolen and continued to be so as with every minor movement of her fingers on Karma’s bare skin made her lean harder against Tatsuki’s touch.

A fine hued blush runs across her cheeks, a gentle look away as she was called out for how slick her panties were. Of course, the interest excited her which caused a new, renewed heat to travel there but when she pulls Karma into another kiss, that’s when she melts, that’s when her hands take place on Tatsuki’s hips and the longer the kiss went on, the more those hands of the brawlers slowly snakes around to her back and up to bring her flush against her form.

The only sound Karma makes is that of the tiniest moan, finally breaking free as her eyes fall slowly, half lidded, enough to feel comfortable and to watch as her partner kissed her.

The break away leaves the brawler in a state of breathlessness, trying her best to keep up straight, to gain the breath she lost before slowly nodding as if enchanted by a casted spell of Tatsuki’s own doing.

“I…. Would love that.” She says, finding it hard to unwrap her arms off of Tatsuki, instead she bares one more kiss with her, one of an increased fervent passion that’s slow, needy and takes the pace Tatsuki had laid out for them.

No rushing, there wasn’t a need for that, they were adults, they had all night and slowly, Karma took the hand of her partner once again. Giving it a little squeeze, her eyes trying so hard not to leave Tatsuki’s own even though she had to guide her one more time.

The little moan and the grip of her hips made for a good first bite, while the hug that followed was an even better second. She wasn't shy in response, barely needing the pull to smoothly press her body into Karma's and increase all their shared points of contact. It was soon a full-bodied kiss from just above knees to their foreheads. Tatsuki's eyes were closed all the while and she didn't see the besotted stare from below lashes, but that hardly mattered.

She might've guessed about it when she opened her eyes again and found Karma already (still) considering her softly. The look was so cute... She drank it in as she nosed at her... partner?... and disclosed her intentions.

The breathless agreement made Tatsuki smile, only for her eyes to widen as Karma kissed her more passionately still before she could say anything else! Lashes soon fell again as she luxuriated in the greater intensity of the latest go. Soon finding her lower hand clasped, she let go of the waistband and intertwined their fingers together before gripping back. At the same time, she lightly squeezed Karma's jaw once more with her other hand, then withdrew it moments before she broke the kiss.

The immediate, huskier suggestion finally put that latent grin on her face! "Yeah." Her newly freed hand suddenly made itself known again, this time gingerly grabbing a handful of Karma's previously mostly-unattended ass cheek and giving it a nice grope. "Let's!"

Tatsuki's next surprise was to turn with Karma and pull her along instead of being led! Might as well keep her enthusiasm on display. It wasn't like she knew the layout of the little apartment, but... she realized she wasn't quite sure if it was really a 1LDK or just a 1DK but it didn't really matter... a unit this size ought to only have doors for the bathroom and bedroom? She only saw two and it was easy to guess it'd be the further door. If she was wrong and led them to the bathroom, it'd at least be funny, right? A good laugh was no crime!

She wouldn’t call it mediocre as the intimacy she’s had before was nice but it lacked… a personal touch, a specific need to know the other person inside and out. Everything was simply so surface level that the best parts about touch was left off the table. However she would respond sheepishly, a couple of groans here and there leaving her lips as Tatsuki’s hand would do a rather impressive job of soothing tense muscles.

“Ah… I haven’t actually arched so much like that before.” She admitted, maybe that would translate to being a personal achievement for the other, Karma wouldn’t mind whatsoever. “I don’t think I’ve really ever been massaged before. At least anywhere but my shoulders.” She admitted, soon taking the hand that was on her back into her own as she lead Tatsuki to her home.

And what a home it was, a one bedroom apartment closer to the university they went to that hugged other units tightly. It was cheap housing and a ok-ish part of the neighborhood, but that never bothered Karma as she used to be the people to ‘avoid’ on the streets.

“Here it is.” She said, once again sounding just a little nervous. One thing Karma rarely ever did was bring someone to her own home and stepping into the small space it was clear why.

Simply just… empty. The silence was more than palpable but this was Karma’s normal ever since aging out of the orphanage. Basic furniture, a couch, Tv, a kitchen with all the amenities you’d expect. It was cramped to say the least but there was a thing to note as walking into the ‘living room’, there’s a picture frame sitting on the coffee table facing the couch.

A tall woman with long, straight pink hair whose smile looked incredibly practiced and just slightly forced next to a man who looked as if he had no cares in the world. In the middle was a small baby with pink hair, looking at the camera, confused but happy. It’s the only picture Karma has of herself as a baby and her parents.

It was now the second time Karma had simply grabbed hold of her to lead her along without any apparent reservations. This time Tatsuki readily followed from the start. For the moment she stowed away the things she truly wanted to say. There'd soon be opportunity enough in private, which was a more appropriate place for such things anyway. She simply held Karma's hand right back as they went, lightly squeezing while sorting through her thoughts at her own pace.

When they soon arrived at her hostess's home, Tatsuki took it in from the very moment they entered while she busied herself with getting her shoes off. She immediately clocked the studio's quite spartan stylings besides that framed photo. Her eyes lingered on it as she got her sneakers off. Tatsuki's own place wasn't exactly the picture of personalization either, but Karma's was even more barren still. She could guess at the implications, but it was something to be asked about later.

As Karma addressed her and her possible needs, Tatsuki's gaze shifted to take the woman in anew again, as if for the first time. They were alone now. There was no longer any real need to worry about propriety. Mildly clearing her throat, Tatsuki likewise set her shoes aside and stood up fully. "I'm happy to hear that, actually," she answered earnestly, stepping out of the ersatz genkan area and moving toward Karma herself. The giggle was almost magnetic in how it drew her in.

"And that's a real nice offer and all, but... I'd rather not spoil my appetite" Stopping in front of Karma, Tatsuki reached up to grasp the collar of that tracksuit, smoothly pulling her hostess down and in so they were looking at each other rather more closely. Her other hand slipped under the bottom hem of the top, gripping the waistband of the joggers to draw Karma a fraction of a step closer by them too.

Her lashes descended a degree, taking on a bedroom kind of set. "I'm pretty sure you're already making something delicious for me in those super cute panties you're wearing..." she hushed, her gaze ticking between Karma's eyes for a second before she pulled her partner in closer still, claiming a proper kiss. The backs of the fingers hooked in Karma's waistband stroked lower abs, the tip of her middle finger tracing along the front hem of said panties as she steadily indulged the meshing of their lips.

The massaging and patting to her cheeks as Tatsuki stood caused a breath to release from her lips each time she patted her rear, the movement of her pants being pulled up as well caused goosebumps to travel down her body. It was purely sensitivity unleashed by their shared, sudden intimate moment with one another that caused every touch, every movement to spur on new found heat that rushes to her chest.

But it was just… a dare, right? Something she can say ‘Ha ha, you kissed my ass!’ One time or another to joke about but this clearly went so far above and beyond.

“Yea… I feel better…”

The feeling of warmth don’t stop especially when her hips are held only to turn her so that her back is flat against the wall now. It was… hard to look into the other woman’s eyes, a feint blush still dusting Karma’s cheeks but her gaze is completely taken when two hands of such a soft caliber are pressed against her upper cheeks.

She doesn’t notice the step forward, but her hands do, as when close enough, Karma’s hands find Tatsuki’s hips and rest there while she speaks.

“It didn’t really hurt that bad, I was over reacting.” She admitted shyly, still finding it hard to shake this feeling from herself. However, being told that she did great gave her some confidence back as her smile slowly takes shape.

However, that’s short lived as with the growing silence, the closeness and a lingering feeling in the air, Karma feels so drawn to Tatsuki in this moment it was hard to think on what mattered. Did she really want to continue here? In this dark alley way? Or commit to some sort of change and hope that the energy that’s pulsating here doesn’t die down enough that the courage to close this distance between them goes away?

Surely… This wasn’t the right way to do things… with a deep breath, she chooses, maybe a little awkwardly, maybe a little telling as the grips from her hands loosen and slide off of the other woman as she speaks.

She'd made Karma feel special and wiped at least some of those ideas right out of her mind.

The feeling of hands suddenly clasping her hips almost coaxed Tatsuki into looking down, but the sight in front of her was just too precious for that. The admission about overreacting drew a little chuckle and a slightly wry grin. "You don't say," she replied, giving the words only a mild glaze of sarcasm—even now she didn't really wanna pile it on.

Watching that smile form on Karma's lips was worth a lot more than any petty teasing could ever yield up.

Situated like this, Tatsuki could practically watch the gears turning. She knew a decision on where to go from here was coming, especially seeing Karma draw in a breath like that, but she would've had to admit that when those hands withdrew from her hips, it came as something of a surprise. She'd kinda expected to be kissed back? Even so, she only had time to blink before that hesitant offer hung in the air.

An easy smile took hold of Tatsuki's mouth. She didn't hesitate. "Yeah. I'd like that."

She let go and drew back enough to let Karma pull away from the wall, offering a helping hand, then moved aside so as to follow along on her soon-to-be-hostess's left flank.

Her right hand quite naturally found its way onto Karma's midback once they were next to each other, brushing up and down in a soothing way. Fingers faintly flexed as they roamed. "You sure you're okay? That was a pretty good arch you did." Her fingertips soon lightly pressed and prodded here and there at the tensions she felt in Karma's back muscles.

It was in the silence of the few seconds of when her joggers were pulled down to tightly hug her thighs that she realized this position was rather… Exciting but worrying at the same time as she had no way to look or watch what Tatsuki did. Karma was the mercy of whatever she decided to do and that both made her worry but also become filled with anticipation that made her hands curl into tight fits against the wall.

The panties of Karma’s choice was a rarity, black mesh that made up most of the fabric except for the floral black patterns that went around the waist. Once she realized that Tatsuki was staring, there was an even thicker blush that runs across her cheeks and a million questions that fill her head.

Did it look funny? Was it nice? Did she like it?

All of which drained from her mental as she felt the pressing of Tatsuki’s lips.

“M-Mmph…” Karma whimpered lightly, a deep breath being taken as lips travel across her curved rear, one cheek, then the other and with the addition of those hands traveling up her thighs to make her ass more plump as if the woman below her couldn’t get enough? It was like Karma melted then and there, her chest exploding with a fine heat, each inch of Tatsuki’s hands feeling up her thighs and ass caused more hardly surprised whimpers to just barely leave Karma’s lips.

It was clear she was enjoying this, her back arcs even more with each second that passes, such body worship was foreign to her. It’s no wonder people sought it out. To be treated like this felt as gratifying to the point of feeling as though the other person held devotion to you and you alone and by god did she eat it up.

When she felt Tatsuki stop, Karma didn’t move, her head was swimming as if she was drunk, her hands curled against the brick of the wall she leaned upon and the top of her head rested against it as she practically fought for air.

The quiet gasping for air she soon heard simply added another layer to the bounty of Tatsuki's efforts. Her brows raised, then her lashes drooped slightly.

She wasn't a fool. Karma was nearly halfway bent over and she could feel all the subtle tremors shooting through the gal's firm body. Between those, the quiet whining and huffing, and the heat radiating off the soft skin below her lips... Tatsuki knew she could tip her head aside and nuzzle right down across those cheeks to breathe Karma in if she wanted to. Karma would probably even welcome it if she did. Really though, she might not even have to move to catch a whiff at this rate, what with how worked up her charge was getting...

Tatsuki could do it. Part of her definitely wanted to.

Yet, another part of her said that'd be going too far. It wasn't that it would be wrong, exactly... Just not right for here and for this moment. She was presently filled with a profound feeling that Karma was incredibly cute and, even more than that, vulnerable. If she was to do anything more, it ought to be done properly and in a way that respected that vulnerability, and be done with full consent. This was, at least in theory, still just some mix of a promise and a dare.

Tatsuki'd got sufficiently wrapped up in weighing what to do that she slowed and stopped. It was soon after that she heard Karma's question and blinked back to the moment. She took on something of a chagrinned look—getting tangled in her own thoughts with a pretty girl's ass right against her face? Geeze! She gave that cheek a final brief but proper kiss in reply, then stood up.

Along the way, she pulled Karma's joggers back up. Letting go of them, Tatsuki gently patted and rubbed both the gal's cheeks for a couple seconds. "As long as you're feeling better, yeah." With that, she took Karma's hips to turn her around so her back was to the wall again.

“Mmph!?”

Just a light, little sound as a gentle, soft kiss is placed on her lips. How long has it been since she had been kissed? Far too long and this was more than a welcome surprise as the two girls fall silent, Karma’s eyes going from wide surprised state to slowly falling, half lidded then closed completely.

The sound of fabric moving and a breath reaches her ears as she feels Tatuki’s hands on her hips. Instinctively, the pinkette brawler takes a single step forward as if lulled into a small pull into the other woman as her arms adjusted to rest on Tatsuki’s shoulders. Her head tilts ever so slightly to fit better against those soft lips and a content sigh leaves her. If only there was more time given, those arms of hers would have wrapped around the woman and dug fingers into her hair to hold onto like a life support but it doesn’t last long enough to see that happen.

Karma could die in this moment and be happy about it all. Once the kiss breaks, the sensation of goosebumps from such a closeness with another and a tightening feeling in her abdomen causes her blush to intensify as she looks through half lidded lashes once Tatsuki starts to speak again.

“I…. Won’t… you have my word.” A slight awkward chuckle after her answer but she’s immediately moved to face the wall. Her arms up against the brick structure to hold onto once she feels Tatsuki’s fingers grip the hem of her joggers.

This wasn't about that at all though. It wasn't really about redress for the smack anymore either, or even having been practically dared to actually follow-up on her own words. No, it wasn't that Karma didn't believe Tatsuki would do it that bothered the latter... it was that it seemed Karma didn't believe anyone could be interested in doing it.

This wasn't charity though. Tatsuki wasn't doing this out of pity, she was doing it because—"I want to, though." The sight of Karma up against the wall with her arms above her head, sticking her rear out... It was great, and it was clear she wanted it too.

It wasn't even a question: Tatsuki smoothly pulled those joggers down to Karma's mid-thighs, gaze tipping lower to inspect the gal's choice in underwear and the sight as a whole for a few seconds. When she was satisfied, she first planted a light kiss to the crest of the cheek she'd swatted, then one to the other, before nosing and nuzzling the first again. Her breath flowed warmly as she brushed her lips along, then began to slowly speckle more kisses up and down the plumped muscle. She kept it light.

“Shut up, you’re just joking.” Nor would she really want her ass cheek kissed, well, not out in public or in some dirt ally. As fun as it sounded to do something like that, with a friend she hasn’t known for that long? And a cool one at that?

Maybe…

She inhales, mustering up some courage, what’s happened to her? She used to be in a girl gang for Christ’s sake! This shouldn’t have gotten her so riled up.

So, she takes Tatsuki by the wrist and leads her over to a much more secluded spot.

So caught off-guard was Tatsuki that she barely mustered a, "No?" in response to the comment that she must be joking. It was quite easy for Karma to haul her along for the moment given how bewildered she was by this whole turn of events! She started willfully walking under her own power halfway there since the suggestion had been hers to begin with. Her thoughts whirled all the while.

When the pair came to a halt somewhere even more private than what Tatsuki had suggested, she glanced about before her gaze snapped to Karma's eyes with the taunt. A faint scowl creased her brows. "Don't call me that," she complained, putting her hands on her own hips and huffing. She'd already made her decision though, and after looking askew for a second, she met Karma's gaze again.

"If you're like this from a kiss on the cheek, it'll be even worse if I don't do this first..." Tatsuki observed after closing her eyes, before leaning in to softly smooch Karma. It was gentle and tender, and eventually her hands settled onto Karma's hips as it kept going. She knew it'd be beyond rude to only kiss a gal on a top cheek before kissing a bottom one, and it really seemed Karma had wanted to be kissed properly.

It seemed however that her ruffled feathers and threat had gone unnoticed as Tatsuki simply… pinched her nose. The poor pinkette, her cheeks flaring up to such a degree of red, embarrassed.

But then? A final blow, a hidden ultimate technique of a kiss bestowed to her cheek, just beyond the border of the corner of her lips that made her cheeks flush to a fine sheen of red. So close to a kiss! Her heart was popping like fireworks. What an emotional roller coaster she had been forced to ride upon.

Drawing her head back enough to catch sight of the gal again, Tatsuki had to blink at the quiet admonishment and the starstruck look on offer in Karma's eyes. "No?" she asked, more rhetorically than in challenge. So it was that Tatsuki got to blink again at the real answer to what she'd said, slower this time, her eyes widening some as they opened again below lifting brows. For a second she just stared.