Then Julie unbuttons the coat of her suit, slides it gently off her shoulders, and passes it to Joker before bringing her hands to her blouse and starting to unbutton that as well. Her pert breasts gradually come further into view, along with a lacy black bra.

Akira flushes again, and looks away... 

But a moment later her gaze darts back.

Julie... wants her to see this.

It's kind of intoxicating. Some part of her wants to lean in and kiss... 

She stills, caught between the want and her instinctive desire to be a gentleman.

"I want you to look, chérie," Julie whispers as she finishes unbuttoning the blouse and sets it aside. "I want you to touch. This is our home, and nothing matters in this moment except our shared pleasure and your comfort. Socíété and its rules and expectations have no place here. What matters is you, mon cœur, your desire and your comfort."

Akira exhales. 

She has an invitation. 

It's okay. 

She reaches out —

She's not sure where her hand should go. Her hindbrain wants to put it on Julie's breast, but —

She hesitates.

Julie clearly sees where that hand is aiming, and reaches out to wrap her hand around Akira's, pressing her palm to her breast through her bra, squeezing her fingers closed to cup her gently.

"All of your desires are welcome, chérie."

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Akira freezes for a moment, before finally risking a soft squeeze. 

It's soft. Not too unlike her own, honestly. She feels... she feels okay. 

A sudden smirk comes to her face. She squishes the boob. Squish, squish.

She ducks her head and grins.

Julie grins right back, then squeezes Akira's hand around her breast, making it viscerally clear the squishing is welcome, and then caresses softly under Akira's chin with her free hand to tilt her face back up, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss.

Akira kisses back. She risks a few strokes of her hand down Julie's side, feeling the softness of her skin.

This is... heady. Intoxicating. Julie's skin has the faint scent of roses and sweat, and the longer she spends nestled in against her the more she feels warm and needy. Something's slowly untensing inside her, and it leaves her wanting more.

Julie buries her face in Akira's neck, kissing softly, and caresses the back of her head with one hand. The other, she slides up along her waist, stopping just below Akira's bandeau.

She murmurs a question softly. "May I, chérie?"

"Yeah," Akira murmurs into Julie's shoulder, feeling her manicured nails press just over her breastbone. "Yes, please."

Her hand slips just that little bit higher, softly wrapping around Akira's breast, caressing through the fabric of the bra. Her lips kiss up and down Akira's neck, whispering adoration with every breath. 

"Je t'aime, chérie. Je t'aime tellement."

Akira lets out a hot breath. Her small breasts are nonetheless sensitive, and while Julie's touch is gentle and diffuse, she's unused to anyone else touching her like this. 

She kisses Julie's shoulder and breathes as she gets used to the sensation. 

Julie arches into the kisses and presses into Akira's touch even as she continues the caress. "You're so beautiful, ma chérie," she murmurs." Her thumb strokes tenderly along the soft skin through the bandeau.

"I love you. I love touching you, I love how you touch me, and I love the feeling of your body against mine."

Akira looks away. 

"I..." She kisses Julie's skin. "I'm not used to thinking of my touch as something that'd be welcome."

"It is, mon cœur. More than I have words to say."

A gentle sigh spills from her lips as Akira continues kissing along her shoulder.

"You are welcome, every inch. From those questing fingertips to your soft lips, your clever mind and your vibrant heart, your sensitive breasts and your pert ass, and so much more."

Akira giggles. 

"You'll take any opportunity to slather me in compliments, won't you?"

She pauses for a moment, then very gently bites. 

"There," she murmurs. "A little payback."

Julie gasps softly and arches up into the bite, tilting her head to expose more of her neck and shoulder.

Oooooooooh. 

That's — that's hot. 

Akira leans in and bites again, closer to the vulnerable crook of Julie's neck. And then again. And again. It's clear Julie wants it, and — she wants it too. 

Julie wraps her arms tightly around Akira's back, pressing them together, breasts softly squishing against each other, and breathes heavily. 

"Oh Akira," she breathes, pressing herself into the bites, "oh my chérie, ma belle, mon cœur, my lovely Akira."

Those noises. The praise, the love, the need in Julie's breath — 

Akira's own breath hastens. Her hand comes back to Julie's breast, and she presses into her hard, biting and stroking and moving against her —

She arches into Akira's hand, reveling in the touch, pressing back against her, leaning into every point of contact.

"Oui, ma belle trésor, more, take everything you want from me."

She buries a hand in Akira's hair, holding her close, savoring every movement of her lips against her skin.

If that's what she wants... 

Akira dares to push Julie's bra aside, and presses into her harder, firmer, body against body, her fingers firm against Julie's bare skin as she bites and bites and bites, leaving toothmarks behind —

She ends up atop Julie, her face buried in her shoulder while her hands press into her breast and grasp at her waist. 

Akira flushes as she realizes how carried away she's gotten, and pulls back with a huff of breath. 

She looks over at Joker, suddenly keenly aware of her gaze.

Joker gives her a thumbs-up and a grin.

Akira can't help it, she giggles. 

Her gaze goes back to Julie, her displaced bra, her marked-up skin. She's beautiful. 

Her hand slips in and rests just against Julie's breastbone. 

"What was it... mon cœur?" She smiles down at Julie and lets her fingers trace her sternum. "My other half. And what a beautiful other half you are..."

She doesn't quite let her fingers trail over to Julie's bare breast just yet, but she does look.