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"Oh you bet! They could put it on the cover~" She struck a pose, gesturing threateningly toward an imaginary boyfriend. Not that Sasuke would let himself make a poor showing, of course, but the fantasy of what she'd do was still fun.

Okay, maybe she had a tiiiiny streak of cheerful violence in her. Just a tiny one, mind.

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The kiss, at least, he can do. Especially if she keeps pushing into his mouth like that, 'cause that's definitely what he likes. Ah, fuck, and she's pulling him closer and that's good too, he definitely likes it when she's pushy like this. His head tilts back slightly in surrender, silently asking her to continue like she is, even as his hand drags up the back of her neck to wind into the hair pulled tautly up towards the base of her braid. He can handle this okay.

- Oh, whoa. That's. Weird.

She shifts in his lap and pushes down, and there's almost a hollow instead of a bulge. He's not sure how to feel about that. He rocks up a little, but the friction isn't nearly what he's used to. The disappointment is visceral.

Bulla couldn't help it. She doubled over in giggles at Ty Lee's pose and at the idea of the cheerleading squad being that aggressive. They were athletic girls, yes, but they weren't playing violent boy-sports like football and hockey. Although Sasuke probably would want to avoid being hit by a girl strong enough to lift her body's full weight with one hand, nonetheless.

"Fortunately, our guys are good enough that they don't need that added motivation."

"Ve-e-ery lucky for them," Ty Lee singsonged, laughing. "And it makes cheering all the easier cause we know we're cheering on winners!" She winked to Bulla. "So, you and Neji have plans this afternoon, or d'you wanna come get ice cream with me and some of the other girls?"

"Well, I'm hoping to convince him to take me out for a bit," said Bulla, twirling her hair around her finger. It probably wouldn't take much convincing. Neji wasn't a negligent or clueless boyfriend. He was studious and athletic, but still found time for her and found time to be a good brother to his shy twin.

"Since I've been working on the dance committee, I kind of feel obligated to make sure everyone has a good time. I'm saving most of my dance time for him, but...I am probably going to be checking up on things for part of homecoming."

She grinned. "Football players aren't the only ones who run interference."

It might not be what he's used to, but she's got no idea of that, and the way he rocks up against her makes her moan into the kiss, her teeth grazing his lip as she presses in more deeply, grinding herself down against him and rocking with his movements. How far he plans to go, she doesn't know -- maybe she worries a little, but this feels so good that she's not about to stop, not when her body's on fire and she feels like she's the center of his world.

Guided more by things she's seen in movies than anything else, things she's imagined rather than experience she's had, she pulls away from the kiss, tucking her face down under his jaw, her mouth finding the side of his neck and kissing there hungrily, lips dragging on skin.

"Oh, I'm sure you can do that, no problem," Ty Lee laughed. "You've got him wrapped around your finger, don't'cha? Lucky you, a rich boyfriend to take you out wherever you want. I bet he buys you all kinds of fancy things, doesn't he?" It was said without jealousy -- no, Sasuke wasn't the rich kind who could spoil her endlessly, but he was still cute, and she liked him.

She just hoped Bulla was getting treated right!

"Well, I don't know about wrapped around my finger, but he is a good boyfriend," said Bulla. She wished for Ty Lee's sake that the same could be said for Sasuke. "My father at least tolerates him...which is about as close as he'll ever get to liking anyone I date."

Admittedly, some of it was due to Neji's family's status, but Bulla knew that if her father actually disliked Neji, he wouldn't have hesitated to voice his opinion, fellow aristocrat or not.

This. Really is. A thing.

It's a first, actually, the push down of hips on his hips that doesn't result in the grind of burgeoning bulge upon bulge. The flat-hollow heat he feels instead continues to be odd, and when his hips nudge up to meet hers it's less in appreciation and more in seeking... But seeking something he can't really get here, apparently, and yeah, the disappointment is flat-out crushing.

But her tongue slides away from his mouth, leaves him panting, and she's mouthing the side of his neck in a way that makes him see stars. Gender doesn't inform that, at least, and he at least really loves that she's the one doing the exploring, demanding, and demanding is sure as fuck how he likes it, so he doesn't push her away. He'll just... kinda fake this a little longer, focus on her mouth on his neck, making him shudder, and the firm muscles of her back, ride that as long as he can. He feels sort of guilty about this... but fuck, he'd really rather she think he's skittish than feigning interest.

When he grinds up against her again, there's a slight shift, a movement in the press of his body to hers, and the burst of pleasure is almost mind-numbing, leaving her gasping against his skin, fingers tightening in their hold as she rocks down against him harder, feeling the way they seem to fit together, the hardness of his body against the softness of hers. They're like puzzle pieces, she thinks fuzzily. They fit.

Her mouth stays on his neck, even as she pants hot breath against his skin, and she bites a little more firmly, hoping she'll get more reaction, more upward rolls of the hips from him. It's so good, and she feels like they're almost one person, pressed so close, having such pleasure in each other....

Eventually, though, it'll start to wind down. She doesn't intend to go all the way, not tonight, not here (as much as she feels an eagerness to do it, feels a needy, gripping emptiness in her body that begs to be filled), but she'll enjoy it as long as she can.

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