A languid, heated sigh rolls out of Julie. A pink nipple rests atop her bare breast, hard from arousal, chest heaving as she pants. "Close, my love," she corrects with a fond smile. "Cœur is heart, moitié is other half. And I am so pleased you find me beautiful. There's even more to see and touch, if you wish."

"My moitié." She smiles and traces her fingers along Julie's sternum again. 

"I... don't know what I want," Akira admits. "You're incredibly hot, but... if we go further than this, we'll... probably have to deal with dysphoria, and that's... I don't know if I'm ready for that right now."

"Some girls choose to keep their cocks, chérie. Personally, I find all of the variations attractive, including beautiful girls with eager cocks." The last five words come out in a purr, and she grins up at Akira, raking her eyes up and down her form for a moment. "There is nothing about your body to be ashamed of, ma vérité."

Akira's breath hitches. 

It's — really hard to hear that. She'd hoped, a little, that there'd be a way around this...

But Julie loves her. 

She looks away. She doesn't know how to respond to such a shameless confession. Is Julie... a chaser? 

No, that's absolutely ridiculous, she's her and like five hundred years old or something, how could she be a chaser —

Akira lets out a long breath. 

"I don't know if I... can see myself like you do," she says. "I can see how hungry you are for me, but I feel... I don't feel attractive, or worth anyone's time. I don't even feel like a real girl half the time. And I don't know that you can just... fix that so easily."

Julie's grin turns fierce, almost like she expected this somehow. 

"Je m'en fiche how many compliments I must say, nor how many kisses I must give, nor how long it will take. I simply do not care. I will teach you to see yourself the way I see you, ma belle chérie. You are worth all of my time and more. Peut-être the shame will not die easily, but I will take however long I must to slay it. You deserve nothing less than all of my love, and nothing less than loving yourself just as fiercely."

"She's right, you know," Joker murmurs. "If you insist on caring for others, you have to let yourself be cared for in turn."

She looks down at her hands. "Even I'm not good at that one yet."

Akira nods thoughtfully.

"You owe it to yourself to have this," Joker says. "You have to let this beautiful woman do marvellous things to you for the sake of your own self-worth. I know, it's a tough job."

Joker smirks.

Akira laughs. 

"Well, when you put it that way..." 

She looks over at Julie. "Alright. We can... try it. I don't know what I'm doing but I trust you. My moitié."

Julie smiles warmly and reaches up to cup Akira's cheek, pulling her down into a tender kiss. "My beautiful moitié."

When she breaks the kiss after a moment, she arches her back and reaches behind herself, unhooking her bra and slipping it off.

Akira slips off her own bandeau bra over her head, and discards it on the side of the pillow pit. It just seems to be the thing to do when Julie's discarded her own.

She presses a hand over her own heart and looks down. She feels... ashamed. No-one else should have to deal with her when she's like this...

Julie's gaze lingers on Akira's newly bared breasts, and she licks her lips before looking up to her eyes. "May I, chérie?"

... She has a feeling that whatever Julie's planning, it involves teeth. 

She nods anyway. 

She leans up and presses her lips to the inner curve of Akira's right breast, kissing softly, then presses a second just a little further in toward the nipple and nips very gently.

Akira shudders at the feeling of teeth in such a sensitive place, her fear and her arousal mixing together to draw a high-pitched gasp from her mouth. 

"F-fuck," she swears. "That's — that's a lot." She brings a hand to her mouth and half-hides behind it.

Julie smirks, then shifts just a bit further, wrapping her lips around Akira's nipple and areola and sucking gently, flicking her tongue against the sensitive little nub.

Akira tangles her free hand in Julie's hair and presses her closer, her breath rushy and shallow. 

"Julie..." 

The feeling of being savoured fills her up, pleasure and euphoria mixed together. Each kiss and lap radiates through her breasts in electricity and pressure and heat, and her body is very eager to respond. 

Akira giggles, happy endorphins filling her up, and grins grins grins over her hand at Julie.

She covers Akira's breast in soft, wet, worshipful kisses and licks, delight visible in her eyes at her love's reaction. She moves a hand to caress Akira's other breast, stroking gently, tugging lightly at her nipple.

"Akira," she murmurs, "my moitié, ma belle chérie."

Oh.

Electric heat surges through her as Julie redoubles her efforts, her body burning up with unfulfilled need. She lets her hand fall from her mouth and presses Julie's head in more firmly. 

"More," she begs. "Please, more..."

Julie licks and sucks and pinches, caressing and savoring Akira's breasts adoringly, rolling her hips up against her in her arousal.

Then suddenly she grins and grabs Akira's shoulders, twisting into a roll. Akira winds up on her back in the nest of pillows, Julie straddling her hips. She leans down, wraps her lips around Akira's nipple again, and in the same moment grinds her hips down atop Akira.

Oh holy shit —

She's trapped, pinned, helpless beneath Julie. She's stronger and more experienced, and that grin of hers speaks of deep hunger. It's scary. It feels like falling. 

It's the best thing that's ever happened to her. 

Akira grinds back and turns her head to bare her neck and throat and moans, raw and low and needy, all pretense gone.

Julie's response to Akira's exposed throat is to lunge for it, kissing and nipping and lapping tenderly, all while grinding heatedly against her through their clothes.

"Beautiful — precious — sexy — kissable — lovable girl," she murmurs between kisses and bites.

Akira's already beyond words. She's being taken-claimed-used and it's perfect. Her thoughts blur and fuzz, filled with friction and Julie's scent and the press of Julie's lips against her vulnerable throat. 

She rolls her hips back against Julie and wraps her arms around her back and clings, pulls her in hard, more pressure more skin contact more sensation —

She keeps grinding, keeps kissing and biting and licking, and presses her body against Akira's, their breasts squishing together, their skin hot against each other.

"I want you, moitié," she breathes.