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[ There has been alcohol. There are very little clothes involved because it's essentially a beach party. And Milly has now been sitting on his lap moving and wriggling around for quite a while. Gintoki's starting to get flustered, and ... affected.

And then she nudges that budding boner with her ass, and he flinches with a hitched breath. Shit. She probably felt that one. ]

A-ah, Milly--

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[her hands slide up his chest as she follows him down, moving to his shoulders to massage them lightly.]

Not exactly... I thought I'd be on my best behaviour today. [not like this isn't pretty damn good, but it wasn't the intention.] I didn't think I'd need anything, but [oh god, what a terrible way to go about this] you're clean, right?

Yeah, but that's not really what I'm worried about.

[ He's not asking outright, but are you on the pill, then. You better be on the pill.

Or he could put it in the backdoor. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]

Well, that's my concern.

[she smiles for a moment, then sighs. there's no need for these questions, of course, but no one's really tested this out, have they?

she scrunches up her mouth, glancing back to him.] I think we'll be alright. [besides, animes don't get pregnant.]

[ There's a fairly long pause.

Well ... She did say she's up for anything. ]

There's one way to be completely sure.

Don't martyr yourself.

[she laughs, lifting herself off him a bit.]

Unless you're into that.

[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

And if I am?

I suppose I'll just have to go along with it. It would be a shame, though.

[there's another roll of her hips, and she pouts.]

[ kfdhgd WOULD SHE STOP THAT?

His breath hitches, and he grinds his teeth together for a moment. ]

It's ... not ... Oi, aren't you still really young? Shouldn't be so reckless.

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I might be. What, do you think I'm sixteen or something?

[there's a glint of determination in her eyes, and she grinds hard against him, dragging the motion out.]

Age doesn't matter when I've got all the experience I need.

N-no--

[ Oi, she seriously has to stop that??

THOUGH SUDDENLY he looks. Concerned. And puts a hand on her chest - above the breasts, thanks - and pushes her back a little. ]

Oi, you're not, right? You're at least twenty, right?

[ That's what she looks like so. She is, right?? ]

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[her eyes widen for a moment, but the surprise dissipates, leaving her to laugh a bit loudly.]

I'll be twenty-two in a month. That's not too young, is it? [it's like meeting the height requirements for roller coasters...]

[ He

scowls and huffs. ]

Oi, don't laugh at me. I'm being responsible! And I'm drunk. I should get a reward.

[she keeps laughing, pulling his hands off her waist to put them on her breasts for a moment.]

You'll get an excellent reward. Better than this. I promise.

[there's a bit of disappointment that he's drunk, though, and now it's her turn to be responsible.]

But... I don't want to do anything if you're not mostly sober. Or at least halfway. What if you wouldn't do this sober, hmm?

[ He blinks twice.

Now that's not fair. ]

I'm no drunker than you.

[ If he was that drunk, she would know. ]

[she gives him a light poke in the chest, and laughs.]

But I wasn't that drunk to start with! You had more, too. [maybe. or maybe she's just bullshitting.]

But if you'd do this without alcohol-- and you have to promise me you would!-- then we're in the clear.

Have you seen you?

[ This is the kind of thing he'd imagine doing. One of those women he'd never think he could possibly score. It's like a dream come true.

Would he like to jump at the opportunity sober? Yes, he would. Would he have the guts? Thaaaat's another matter ... Could he even get it up? Good question. He has never had sex sober. But would he like to? Well. ]

I'd probably dream about it, you know.

If you want it, I do too.

[his response surprises her, and she stares at him for a second, then turns her face away to partially hide the blush that's springing to her cheeks.]

The dream won't be as good, though. It's the real deal you want.

[did he fluster her a little bit? weird. biting at her bottom lip, she faces him and nods.]

I wouldn't be sitting in your lap like this if I didn't want it at least a little bit. But I want it so much more than that.

[ Stop the presses HE JUST MADE MILLY BLUSH. How did that even happen? Genuine compliments is what's needed, apparently--

Oh. ]

Don't see why.

Ah, I said that out loud, didn't I?

[ He rubs at the back of his head, and clears his throat. ]

I mean. That doesn't happen a lot.

[ Because he's a mess. Usually he's a lot more drunk than this and people probably find him annoying, unless they're equally as drunk and then all the gets the morning after is a lot of regret. This is ... different.

Not that he's complaining. ]

You did, but that's alright. I'll just have to show you why, won't I?

[she winks to him, then brushes his hair away from his eyes gently. if he's rarely had a woman be into him, or show him affection, then by god, she's going to make up for as much of that as she can. it's absolutely criminal to let a man so handsome and kind (in his own way) be underappreciated.

she stares at him for a moment, the blush fading from her face, trying to see how he doesn't land women constantly. nope, can't find it. with that, her resolve intensifies.]

But I can't show you here. [not unless they feel like being lynched. she slides off of his lap and stands up, adjusting herself, and checking out her damage. and there it is, The Boner. score.]

[ She's being sweet. Not so teasing for a moment. That's ... weird. He can only stare, really, because he's not sure of the best way to respond to that. So he'll just ... not.

He even twists a little as she just looks at him like that. What?

Then finally she's moving, which is good because he was thinking he might just burst soon. And then she has to look down like that, and a blush spreads rapidly on his cheeks. Well. Order's restored.

He huffs, and pushes himself onto his feet too. Carefully. Because boner, and she's been sitting on him for a while now. All steady? Okay. Good. ]

[she smiles at him, giggling as she unties the sarong that's been around her waist, leaving her in her bikini in front of him. but she's undressing for more than the reason of teasing him.]

Here. Use this. [she holds the fabric out to him, and nods.] You won't look like you're hiding something with it if you drape it right.

[ He just. Gives it a blank look.

Okay but ]

How?

[she supposes if she wants something done right, she has to do it herself. wrapping the cloth around his waist, she ties the two top corners together, then steps back to see if it worked.

well, it... almost did? she takes the bottom corners and ties them with the top ones, and while he looks a little bit stupid, it does what it needs to. he's got a saucy leg slit going on, at least.]

It's not... perfect. But now we match! [isn't that cute.] Besides, it'll only be for a little bit. [she grins, and takes his hand, leading him away from their seat.]

[ Yeah, how was he supposed to know? This feels so weird though?? He'll just kind of stare down at it, for the little while before she grabs his hand and pulls him away.

He's definitely walking a little funny. That boner is rubbing all weirdly against his pants. Uncomfortable. ]

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