hustling-starley

[hustling-starley]

It has to be some kind of accomplishment, that Ame can make Harley as excited as this on a frequent basis.

Not even strictly sexually, either. Any time Harley had come up with some outlandish, absurd, or out-of-the-box idea for what they could do for the day, or the things they could talk about, it was rare for Ame to shut her down— if at all.

The only times she did, it was to prevent Harley from rushing into shadier sides of the web, or make any dubious decisions that could put either of them at too great a risk. Even then, Ame wouldn't do so in a way that implied she'd looked down on Harley or loved her any less.

All in spite of the lies her fractured mind would try to spin. They never went away, but became quiet by the day.

Ame may have had that icy front, but with enough warmth, she would make the sweetest steam that made Harley's heart swirl with serotonin delights. Here she is now, "yes and"-ing Harley's shenanigans like their adventures wouldn't end, even with their new routine.

It's this acceptance that puts Harley's worries to bed, and allows the fires of desire to serve as their figurative candles. Lighting up the night like it was just a darker sunset, reserved for the two.

The rush of fondness that nearly overcomes her as she watches Ame, combined with the green light that Ame gives her, she lifts up Ame's legs with care. She readjusts their positions, spreading Ame enough to ensure the strap would slide in with ease.

Having Ame pressed against her like this, even with her girlfriend's tendency to grow cold, always energizes her eager engines. She gives a soft laugh, gripping tighter onto Ame's thighs as she lifts her above her lap.

"Then keep your hands and legs on me, 'cause we're about to take off! Enjoy the ride, moonshine~!"

And with that, she lowers Ame down onto her length, all the while pushing up into her entrance— doing so with enough care that she doesn't shock Ame out of her skin. She nearly manages to get all the way inside, before she begins to pull out... and thrusts right back to where she was.

She gasps at the wave of pleasure that follows, with the harness rubbing against her clit with every movement. But as with any high, Harley can never get enough. It's through this that she builds a steady rhythm, holding Ame up without any trouble as she pounds in and out.

"Haaah, hnnnh, aaAAAAah! Ahaa, Ame! Can you feel me inside?!" She giggles, already feeling the rush of ecstasy race through her blood and form those rose-pink bubbles that fill the world with heated lights. "You're so hot- aaahh! Ohhh, so good- mMmm!! I need more! I need more of you!"

Harley knows a challenge when she sees one, and welcomes it with open arms.

It's part of what makes nights like these so fun, after all. A constant push and pull between her and Ame, seeing how head over heels they could leave each other. Weaken the knees of her lover, before sealing their fate with a kiss.

Harley's thighs squeeze together at the thought, knowing full well this toy will rub against her clit while she rams into Ame. Different than being outright penetrated, but no less powerful when it came to sending shockwaves of pleasure.

The clear admiration and need in Ame's eyes only fuels the excitement in Harley's. The fire that was quickly growing and burning inside of her, a rush of a high just from Ame's gaze. Her undivided attention and desire for Harley, and Harley alone.

Her love, making Harley so giddy she can barely hold herself back from tackling Ame and railing her like a freight train to Pound Town. But, Harley knew she had to get the position right, and the players ready before she rushes headfirst into the action.

She grins at Ame's comment, a chuckle rising out of her. Swinging her hips with a seductive smirk, she struts closer to where Ame's sitting.

"Oh, you need me, huh? Then tell me," she climbs back onto the bed, cooing into Ame's ear. "How do you imagine me fucking you tonight? Do you wanna go 'til the sun rises? Do you want me to slap your ass again? You made the prettiest noise when I did... I wanna hear my Meemee sing for me, hehehe~"

Shameless and proud, while knowing just how much Ame enjoyed the dirty talk. It would be the perfect way to ignite Ame's passions too, ensuring this was an experience they'll always remember when looking back.

The very move she's been practicing for, giving special focus to strengthening her hips when doing her daily exercises, in preparation for tonight.

She moves behind Ame, pulling her into her lap. The strap on rests just in front of Ame's folds, pressed against them, and leaving the shaft coated with Ame's slickness.

All the while, Harley rubs her breasts up and down her girlfriend's back, moving her hands to the front to return the favor to Ame's chest. She pinches her nipples between her fingers, lust overflowing in her voice like pure, pink smoke.

"And most importantly... are you ready for me to rock your world, Ame-chan~?"

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Harley knows a challenge when she sees one, and welcomes it with open arms.

It's part of what makes nights like these so fun, after all. A constant push and pull between her and Ame, seeing how head over heels they could leave each other. Weaken the knees of her lover, before sealing their fate with a kiss.

Harley's thighs squeeze together at the thought, knowing full well this toy will rub against her clit while she rams into Ame. Different than being outright penetrated, but no less powerful when it came to sending shockwaves of pleasure.

The clear admiration and need in Ame's eyes only fuels the excitement in Harley's. The fire that was quickly growing and burning inside of her, a rush of a high just from Ame's gaze. Her undivided attention and desire for Harley, and Harley alone.

Her love, making Harley so giddy she can barely hold herself back from tackling Ame and railing her like a freight train to Pound Town. But, Harley knew she had to get the position right, and the players ready before she rushes headfirst into the action.

She grins at Ame's comment, a chuckle rising out of her. Swinging her hips with a seductive smirk, she struts closer to where Ame's sitting.

"Oh, you need me, huh? Then tell me," she climbs back onto the bed, cooing into Ame's ear. "How do you imagine me fucking you tonight? Do you wanna go 'til the sun rises? Do you want me to slap your ass again? You made the prettiest noise when I did... I wanna hear my Meemee sing for me, hehehe~"

Shameless and proud, while knowing just how much Ame enjoyed the dirty talk. It would be the perfect way to ignite Ame's passions too, ensuring this was an experience they'll always remember when looking back.

The very move she's been practicing for, giving special focus to strengthening her hips when doing her daily exercises, in preparation for tonight.

She moves behind Ame, pulling her into her lap. The strap on rests just in front of Ame's folds, pressed against them, and leaving the shaft coated with Ame's slickness.

All the while, Harley rubs her breasts up and down her girlfriend's back, moving her hands to the front to return the favor to Ame's chest. She pinches her nipples between her fingers, lust overflowing in her voice like pure, pink smoke.

"And most importantly... are you ready for me to rock your world, Ame-chan~?"

The minute Harley feels Ame squirt, a new wave of liquid lightning surges down to her folds and leaves her lubricated. Enough so that she doubts she'll even need any extra. Ame's voice could bring Harley back to herself, even if she was nothing but bones and dirt.

The fact that she's managed to make Ame feel so warm and sweaty, in much of the same way Ame's done for her, makes a swell of pride rush through her system like a sweet shot of serotonin straight to her synapses.

She collects the spend spilled on her face and fingers, licking it off and cleaning the rest of Ame's finish with her tongue. Both so she wouldn't have to move so soon when they'd been coming down from their shared high, and to keep her fueled for the grand finale.

"Mhm, Ame-chan's our special birthday girl, so it's only fair I give her the best birthday plowing, riiiiight~?" Harley coos, sitting up with enough care to make sure she doesn't startle Ame. She's soft in her movements, as she massages her girlfriend's ass. "You got so excited, I thought your head already ran off to Cloud Nine without me. But don't worry, I'll make sure we visit Heaven together, okay Meemee?"

She was certainly teasing, but there was an affectionate note to her tone. Her smile was both playful and fond, because how could she not be? Seeing some of her influence on Ame firsthand, her lover opening up like a precious pearl inside a seashell, was the most delighted she's been in ages.

To think this was the same woman who would be loathed to go outside, having spent the whole day out and about with Harley. Knowing that Ame would've likely holed herself up in her room, if Harley hadn't come barging in.

But most importantly, how much better this heat feels, raising her spirit with someone she loves. Even without the girls that'd left her to hurt alone, those once in a blue moon hookups on the worst of Harley's loneliest nights... they were dust in the wind compared to this.

Lifting Ame in the proper position would be the easy part, even if Ame was a few inches taller. Quite frankly, even if Ame was an entire foot and a half taller, Harley would still be just as eager to mow her into the mattress like the greenest grass she's ever seen.

After a few minutes of letting Ame catch her breath, Harley gets up to go steal the air from her lungs again. Rummaging through the top drawer of the dresser, she retrieves a pastel pink harness with white frosting and yellow sprinkles for decoration.

The strap itself was black and white, with decent girth and a bumpy yet silicon texture that would ensure it hits Ame's favorite places.

There was also a cookies n' cream pattern adorning it from the shaft to the base. Because of course the toys offered by the hotel would match its theme.

It's enough to earn a hearty laugh from Harley, as she turns to face Ame and strikes a few poses.

"Oh my god, look at this thing! I always knew you loved cookies n' cream, but with this thing, I'll be hitting you like a truck! No need for ice cream when I can make you scream, ahahaha!"

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The minute Harley feels Ame squirt, a new wave of liquid lightning surges down to her folds and leaves her lubricated. Enough so that she doubts she'll even need any extra. Ame's voice could bring Harley back to herself, even if she was nothing but bones and dirt.

The fact that she's managed to make Ame feel so warm and sweaty, in much of the same way Ame's done for her, makes a swell of pride rush through her system like a sweet shot of serotonin straight to her synapses.

She collects the spend spilled on her face and fingers, licking it off and cleaning the rest of Ame's finish with her tongue. Both so she wouldn't have to move so soon when they'd been coming down from their shared high, and to keep her fueled for the grand finale.

"Mhm, Ame-chan's our special birthday girl, so it's only fair I give her the best birthday plowing, riiiiight~?" Harley coos, sitting up with enough care to make sure she doesn't startle Ame. She's soft in her movements, as she massages her girlfriend's ass. "You got so excited, I thought your head already ran off to Cloud Nine without me. But don't worry, I'll make sure we visit Heaven together, okay Meemee?"

She was certainly teasing, but there was an affectionate note to her tone. Her smile was both playful and fond, because how could she not be? Seeing some of her influence on Ame firsthand, her lover opening up like a precious pearl inside a seashell, was the most delighted she's been in ages.

To think this was the same woman who would be loathed to go outside, having spent the whole day out and about with Harley. Knowing that Ame would've likely holed herself up in her room, if Harley hadn't come barging in.

But most importantly, how much better this heat feels, raising her spirit with someone she loves. Even without the girls that'd left her to hurt alone, those once in a blue moon hookups on the worst of Harley's loneliest nights... they were dust in the wind compared to this.

Lifting Ame in the proper position would be the easy part, even if Ame was a few inches taller. Quite frankly, even if Ame was an entire foot and a half taller, Harley would still be just as eager to mow her into the mattress like the greenest grass she's ever seen.

After a few minutes of letting Ame catch her breath, Harley gets up to go steal the air from her lungs again. Rummaging through the top drawer of the dresser, she retrieves a pastel pink harness with white frosting and yellow sprinkles for decoration.

The strap itself was black and white, with decent girth and a bumpy yet silicon texture that would ensure it hits Ame's favorite places.

There was also a cookies n' cream pattern adorning it from the shaft to the base. Because of course the toys offered by the hotel would match its theme.

It's enough to earn a hearty laugh from Harley, as she turns to face Ame and strikes a few poses.

"Oh my god, look at this thing! I always knew you loved cookies n' cream, but with this thing, I'll be hitting you like a truck! No need for ice cream when I can make you scream, ahahaha!"

Once Ame lets out that loud moan and her breathing turns heavy, Harley knows she's hit the jackpot. To think that this was merely a warm-up, compared to what she was planning to do to Ame once she had the strap on.

The thought of it, Ame throwing her head back and screaming her name to the Heavens while Harley hoists up her legs and pounds into her... it's enough to make Harley keen, muffled by Ame's ass smothering her.

Being up close and personal with Ame was one of her favorite ways to spend time together, but this is a whole new level. The scent of Ame's lust, feeling her slickness stick to her tongue and drip down her throat, Ame pressed against her mouth.

It's maddening, it's addictive. And Harley needs more of it.

She was always an insatiable little succubus, after all. Always hungry for the love of her moonlight.

Her eyes widen when Ame starts pressing her tongue to her clit, fingers practically ramming against her sweet spot to the point she has to slide her tongue out to breathe. She can already feel an early climax shaking through her sensitive nerves, beginning to leak onto Ame's hands and lips.

"Haaaah?! F-Fuck, oh god, Ame! Ame! Oh, oh god-UUUUHNN!!"

Loud, pitchy gasps rip out of her lungs as she unravels, and in a moment of impulse, she slaps Ame's ass with her palm. Both to catch her attention, and also wake her up a little.

Delirious, yet thrilled laughter ripples out of her chest, as she shoves her fingers inside of Ame's walls. Unlike her girlfriend's more slim, elegant fingers she often polished for her streams, Harley's were shorter— favoring girth over length.

Yet, they were never too far from their intended target, and Harley wouldn't quit until she'd hit the bullseye.

"Haaaaahaha! Slow down, pretty kitty!" She closes her thighs, keeping Ame's hand trapped between her warm, pillowy skin. "If- If you eat me too well, mmmmngh, I'm not gonna have enough in me to fuck your brains out. And we wouldn't wanna get full on the appetizer before the main course has started, riiight~?"

She pulls Ame's ass down, not to resume her previous technique, but to sink her teeth into her lover's asscheeks. Squeezing the flesh between her fangs, leaving a trail of marks that were sure to linger long after they'd finished.

All the while, her fingers curl and pump inside Ame, the same way her dearly beloved makes her enormous heart pound like the world's loudest drum. Heat like this was sweeter than anything of the decorations in this room.

And nothing makes her more excited than a heated Ame.

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Once Ame lets out that loud moan and her breathing turns heavy, Harley knows she's hit the jackpot. To think that this was merely a warm-up, compared to what she was planning to do to Ame once she had the strap on.

The thought of it, Ame throwing her head back and screaming her name to the Heavens while Harley hoists up her legs and pounds into her... it's enough to make Harley keen, muffled by Ame's ass smothering her.

Being up close and personal with Ame was one of her favorite ways to spend time together, but this is a whole new level. The scent of Ame's lust, feeling her slickness stick to her tongue and drip down her throat, Ame pressed against her mouth.

It's maddening, it's addictive. And Harley needs more of it.

She was always an insatiable little succubus, after all. Always hungry for the love of her moonlight.

Her eyes widen when Ame starts pressing her tongue to her clit, fingers practically ramming against her sweet spot to the point she has to slide her tongue out to breathe. She can already feel an early climax shaking through her sensitive nerves, beginning to leak onto Ame's hands and lips.

"Haaaah?! F-Fuck, oh god, Ame! Ame! Oh, oh god-UUUUHNN!!"

Loud, pitchy gasps rip out of her lungs as she unravels, and in a moment of impulse, she slaps Ame's ass with her palm. Both to catch her attention, and also wake her up a little.

Delirious, yet thrilled laughter ripples out of her chest, as she shoves her fingers inside of Ame's walls. Unlike her girlfriend's more slim, elegant fingers she often polished for her streams, Harley's were shorter— favoring girth over length.

Yet, they were never too far from their intended target, and Harley wouldn't quit until she'd hit the bullseye.

"Haaaaahaha! Slow down, pretty kitty!" She closes her thighs, keeping Ame's hand trapped between her warm, pillowy skin. "If- If you eat me too well, mmmmngh, I'm not gonna have enough in me to fuck your brains out. And we wouldn't wanna get full on the appetizer before the main course has started, riiight~?"

She pulls Ame's ass down, not to resume her previous technique, but to sink her teeth into her lover's asscheeks. Squeezing the flesh between her fangs, leaving a trail of marks that were sure to linger long after they'd finished.

All the while, her fingers curl and pump inside Ame, the same way her dearly beloved makes her enormous heart pound like the world's loudest drum. Heat like this was sweeter than anything of the decorations in this room.

And nothing makes her more excited than a heated Ame.

Harley bucks as soon as she feels Ame's tongue against her clit, prompting her to further lick and circle hers around Ame's labia. Her grip on Ame's ass tightens, squeezing deep enough that her nails will surely leave at least a slight indent.

She can already feel herself wanting to surrender herself to Ame's delicious tastebuds and touches, knees going weak at the pleasure that buzzes through her like sudden electric shocks. Moaning into Ame's pelvis, cheeks flushing crimson at her skilled movements.

It shouldn't be a surprise that Ame is able to make her unravel like this.

Of course her beloved Ame would start to pick up on what pleases Harley most, after so many heated trysts that would have stars exploding in her eyes— cries to the Heavens bursting out of her body, escaping through her throat like a running wildfire.

And yet, it's the very fact that Ame can read her so well, already tell what she's craving or what she's thinking before Harley even has a chance to say.

It's exhilarating, being understood so well. Being wanted, even after Ame has peered into her mind, seen the chaotic yet colorful debauchery that plays in Harley's head like a movie. Definitely controversial in some aspects, but undoutably full of love, and full of fun.

And if there's any moment to really liven up the moment, she wants to ensure that no time like the present is a better gift for Ame's birthday.

She sucks on Ame's clit, coating every inch of her folds with her own saliva. A way to stake her claim on Ame, another way of marking her as Harley's. Knowing full well that her muscles will give out if she waits any longer, she inserts her girthy tongue inside of Ame's walls.

The warm, slick texture of her girlfriend's entrance is enough to make Harley's eyes roll and shut, moaning and melting into the waves of pleasure that ripple through her blood.

Heat begins to build, emanating beneath her skin, and leaving Ame's warm to the touch. Basking in her beloved's cooled skin, as she strains herself to not squash Ame's head between her thighs.

After all, she has one last treat in store for her lover, and she knows it'll be the best one yet. If she can retain enough strength in her, that is.

"Aahhh, mmmngh! Ooohh, Amee- haaaah... More, I need more...!"

[hustling-starley]

Holding up your logic of 22 and 1, my pa-pa-paranoia has gone and bloomed on me Now it spins, leaving me behind, I'm a sad, selfish brat whose choice was made for her.

[hustling-starley]

Harley bucks as soon as she feels Ame's tongue against her clit, prompting her to further lick and circle hers around Ame's labia. Her grip on Ame's ass tightens, squeezing deep enough that her nails will surely leave at least a slight indent.

She can already feel herself wanting to surrender herself to Ame's delicious tastebuds and touches, knees going weak at the pleasure that buzzes through her like sudden electric shocks. Moaning into Ame's pelvis, cheeks flushing crimson at her skilled movements.

It shouldn't be a surprise that Ame is able to make her unravel like this.

Of course her beloved Ame would start to pick up on what pleases Harley most, after so many heated trysts that would have stars exploding in her eyes— cries to the Heavens bursting out of her body, escaping through her throat like a running wildfire.

And yet, it's the very fact that Ame can read her so well, already tell what she's craving or what she's thinking before Harley even has a chance to say.

It's exhilarating, being understood so well. Being wanted, even after Ame has peered into her mind, seen the chaotic yet colorful debauchery that plays in Harley's head like a movie. Definitely controversial in some aspects, but undoutably full of love, and full of fun.

And if there's any moment to really liven up the moment, she wants to ensure that no time like the present is a better gift for Ame's birthday.

She sucks on Ame's clit, coating every inch of her folds with her own saliva. A way to stake her claim on Ame, another way of marking her as Harley's. Knowing full well that her muscles will give out if she waits any longer, she inserts her girthy tongue inside of Ame's walls.

The warm, slick texture of her girlfriend's entrance is enough to make Harley's eyes roll and shut, moaning and melting into the waves of pleasure that ripple through her blood.

Heat begins to build, emanating beneath her skin, and leaving Ame's warm to the touch. Basking in her beloved's cooled skin, as she strains herself to not squash Ame's head between her thighs.

After all, she has one last treat in store for her lover, and she knows it'll be the best one yet. If she can retain enough strength in her, that is.

"Aahhh, mmmngh! Ooohh, Amee- haaaah... More, I need more...!"

When Ame says her name the first time, her eyes dilate at the way the sound of it alone rolls off Ame's tongue so well. And then she says it three more times, with that adorable accent, and a bright, hearty laugh erupts from Harley's stomach.

"Meemeeee, you're gonna melt me into mush at this rate!" She giggles with pure glee, pressing her forehead against hers and cupping her cheeks. "Gods, have I ever told you that you're the cutest? 'Cause you are, and it makes me crazyyyy~!"

That wasn't really exaggeration, either. So often, when Harley's headed over to Ame's house after work or a stream, she's gotten so used to cuddling up to Ame. Taking up as much space, both in Ame's arms and her mind, as she can possibly fit herself into.

Resting on top of her like a weighted blanket, listening to her pulse pound like a steady melody in her chest, nuzzling into her neck or encouraging Ame to close all the gaps in her fingers. On her skin, in her mouth, in the cracks of her heart that still bled with heavy pressure.

Hell, it was only recently that she's been able to untangle the messy balls of thread that were her own feelings for women, realizing that in truth... she only really saw the men in her life as allies, friends. Not lifelong partners, and certainly not lovers.

They held an important place in her life, yes, but they were not the ones she wanted her dreams to revolve around.

Those romantic, raunchy fantasies of running around and causing trouble with her lover, causing a ruckus before blowing the town to dust and driving off into the sunset. Waving her arms out of the roof to feel the wind rush by, or even sitting on her lap when they were parked.

A rightful throne for a beautiful, brainy bombshell like Harley Hosanna. The one she adores most, unable to keep their hands or eyes away from her, even after everything that aches in her system.

So, with Ame's remarks in mind and her palms pushing against her breasts, she gives a pleased hum as she grips the sheets beneath her. With half-lidded eyes, and a hungry mouth, she meets Ame's gaze before she turns.

"Ohhh, you bet there'll be enough," she sighs letting the first thoughts flooding into her mind spill to the surface. For Ame's ears, and Ame's alone. "Y'know, for as needy as you are, I think you're about to meet your match. I wanna bite you, squeeze you, make you moan 'til the moon sleeps, but... more than anything, I wanna make you mine-"

At Ame's tongue flicking against her clit, licking her in circles, she lets out a high-pitched gasp. Bucking immediately with an arch of her back, before a breathy laugh escapes her.

Right, less talking, more eating.

Her hands reach up to bring down Ame's entrance, sticking out her tongue and beginning to lap against Ame's folds. Up and down, knowing she won't be satisfied until she's tasted every drop that leaks from her girlfriend's walls. Kneading Ame's ass, digging her fingers into the soft skin.

This was going to be a long, wild night, and Harley can't wait for the fireworks.

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When Ame says her name the first time, her eyes dilate at the way the sound of it alone rolls off Ame's tongue so well. And then she says it three more times, with that adorable accent, and a bright, hearty laugh erupts from Harley's stomach.

"Meemeeee, you're gonna melt me into mush at this rate!" She giggles with pure glee, pressing her forehead against hers and cupping her cheeks. "Gods, have I ever told you that you're the cutest? 'Cause you are, and it makes me crazyyyy~!"

That wasn't really exaggeration, either. So often, when Harley's headed over to Ame's house after work or a stream, she's gotten so used to cuddling up to Ame. Taking up as much space, both in Ame's arms and her mind, as she can possibly fit herself into.

Resting on top of her like a weighted blanket, listening to her pulse pound like a steady melody in her chest, nuzzling into her neck or encouraging Ame to close all the gaps in her fingers. On her skin, in her mouth, in the cracks of her heart that still bled with heavy pressure.

Hell, it was only recently that she's been able to untangle the messy balls of thread that were her own feelings for women, realizing that in truth... she only really saw the men in her life as allies, friends. Not lifelong partners, and certainly not lovers.

They held an important place in her life, yes, but they were not the ones she wanted her dreams to revolve around.

Those romantic, raunchy fantasies of running around and causing trouble with her lover, causing a ruckus before blowing the town to dust and driving off into the sunset. Waving her arms out of the roof to feel the wind rush by, or even sitting on her lap when they were parked.

A rightful throne for a beautiful, brainy bombshell like Harley Hosanna. The one she adores most, unable to keep their hands or eyes away from her, even after everything that aches in her system.

So, with Ame's remarks in mind and her palms pushing against her breasts, she gives a pleased hum as she grips the sheets beneath her. With half-lidded eyes, and a hungry mouth, she meets Ame's gaze before she turns.

"Ohhh, you bet there'll be enough," she sighs letting the first thoughts flooding into her mind spill to the surface. For Ame's ears, and Ame's alone. "Y'know, for as needy as you are, I think you're about to meet your match. I wanna bite you, squeeze you, make you moan 'til the moon sleeps, but... more than anything, I wanna make you mine-"

At Ame's tongue flicking against her clit, licking her in circles, she lets out a high-pitched gasp. Bucking immediately with an arch of her back, before a breathy laugh escapes her.

Right, less talking, more eating.

Her hands reach up to bring down Ame's entrance, sticking out her tongue and beginning to lap against Ame's folds. Up and down, knowing she won't be satisfied until she's tasted every drop that leaks from her girlfriend's walls. Kneading Ame's ass, digging her fingers into the soft skin.

This was going to be a long, wild night, and Harley can't wait for the fireworks.

"Good, 'cause I'll never get tired of saying it. I love how your name feels in my mouth."

A soft hum leaves Harley's lips, as Ame leans in to get a better taste. Running her fingers through Ame's hair, she feels herself sinking into that familar space of sweet sensation.

Rose pink clouds beneath her, peachy tangerine sky with gentle sunlight. Her lover was the moon that cast curtains to conceal them, bringing shade and protecting them from prying eyes. A small, sacred paradise for two.

And oh, how she loves the way Ame gets so excited in emotional moments like these. The way she breaks out of her usual apathy and earns the most delightful reactions out of her, how alive she looks every time they fuse like this. Smashing her out of her shell, in more ways than one.

Even better, knowing that she was the only one who could manage to make Ame's icey, dry exterior melt into the sweetest oasis she's ever indulged in. That smile, those eyes locked onto her and only her. Having every last morsel of Ame's full, undivided attention on her was perhaps one of the greatest highs she could get.

Consistent, addictive, and intense. Ame may be purring in spirit right now, but Harley would be more than happy to be cat food— if it means they can share that bliss together.

That joy of finding someone as shameless as her, who loved that about her, cannot be understated. Her heart practically pounds and flutters through the air like a fairy gliding along the winds. A fresh breeze cooling the molten cracks in her charred heart.

Ame's answer makes her brows raise, before she twirls her hair around her fingers. She bites her lip, her thighs squeezing at the mere thought of Ame making a meal of her.

"My my my, well who am I to go against her Highness' decree? If my beloved Meemee wants to savor me so bad, then she can spread me like a buffet, and go to town." She giggles, already feeling that familiar pulsing in her lower regions. "And believe me, once you realize you're into women, you also learn that you're into a lot more things than you thought. We're just that powerful, aren't we?"

She lets go of Ame for a moment, moving her hands behind her back to unclip her bra and throw it onto the endtable. She runs a hand through her hair, shaking through any tangles as it sprawls beneath her like a bubblegum cocktail spilling onto the pillows.

She leans back against said pillows with one arm above her, beckoning Ame closer while she sticks out her tongue. Just hearing Ame's smooth voice shift to something sweeter never fails to make her a lovestruck dizzy dame.

"Lucky for you, I'm also feeling pretty hungry, especially for some Ame cake. Now, turn around and bring that fine ass over here, my pretty princess."

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Run your fingers through my hair, pat my head and call me a good girl and don't look at anyone else but me! That cynical laugh of yours is just perfect, I love it! And boldness is always a bonus, so hurry up and hold me close!

[hustling-starley]

WEEE!! WEEEE!!! WEEE!!! YAYYY!! YIPPIE! WAHOO! AWAWAWA!!! WEE WEE WAA WAA WAA! ZWEEM !! BABABABA! YAHOOO WEE YAY WYEE !! WEWEWEE!!

[hustling-starley]

"Good, 'cause I'll never get tired of saying it. I love how your name feels in my mouth."

A soft hum leaves Harley's lips, as Ame leans in to get a better taste. Running her fingers through Ame's hair, she feels herself sinking into that familar space of sweet sensation.

Rose pink clouds beneath her, peachy tangerine sky with gentle sunlight. Her lover was the moon that cast curtains to conceal them, bringing shade and protecting them from prying eyes. A small, sacred paradise for two.

And oh, how she loves the way Ame gets so excited in emotional moments like these. The way she breaks out of her usual apathy and earns the most delightful reactions out of her, how alive she looks every time they fuse like this. Smashing her out of her shell, in more ways than one.

Even better, knowing that she was the only one who could manage to make Ame's icey, dry exterior melt into the sweetest oasis she's ever indulged in. That smile, those eyes locked onto her and only her. Having every last morsel of Ame's full, undivided attention on her was perhaps one of the greatest highs she could get.

Consistent, addictive, and intense. Ame may be purring in spirit right now, but Harley would be more than happy to be cat food— if it means they can share that bliss together.

That joy of finding someone as shameless as her, who loved that about her, cannot be understated. Her heart practically pounds and flutters through the air like a fairy gliding along the winds. A fresh breeze cooling the molten cracks in her charred heart.

Ame's answer makes her brows raise, before she twirls her hair around her fingers. She bites her lip, her thighs squeezing at the mere thought of Ame making a meal of her.

"My my my, well who am I to go against her Highness' decree? If my beloved Meemee wants to savor me so bad, then she can spread me like a buffet, and go to town." She giggles, already feeling that familiar pulsing in her lower regions. "And believe me, once you realize you're into women, you also learn that you're into a lot more things than you thought. We're just that powerful, aren't we?"

She lets go of Ame for a moment, moving her hands behind her back to unclip her bra and throw it onto the endtable. She runs a hand through her hair, shaking through any tangles as it sprawls beneath her like a bubblegum cocktail spilling onto the pillows.

She leans back against said pillows with one arm above her, beckoning Ame closer while she sticks out her tongue. Just hearing Ame's smooth voice shift to something sweeter never fails to make her a lovestruck dizzy dame.

"Lucky for you, I'm also feeling pretty hungry, especially for some Ame cake. Now, turn around and bring that fine ass over here, my pretty princess."

Sensing the change in Ame's mood, her heart and her muscles sigh with relief. She'd felt a bit guilty, that relaying her own experience was really the best she could do in terms of showing that she was here to listen, to understand.

It's funny, in a way. Knowing that Ame had once considered her enough of a threat to send hate her way, jealous of how well-off she seemed, but now here she is. Resting on her, relaxing in her arms like she was the finest paradise she'd ever find.

Really, the fact that she's been able to get so close to Ame feels like a miracle in and of itself. The kind she'd scoff at in daylight, but secretly read fanfictions about— when she'd thought her VPN and diligence in managing her browser history were enough to keep her from getting caught.

Getting caught... wanting something as cheesy as a happy ending, like this.

Where neither of them were doomed to die or fall apart. She's sick of losing soulmates, of tragic endings between women who loved each other more than life itself.

It's because of this that she smirks at Ame's humor, smushing her girlfriend's cheeks in her hands as she imitates a game buzzer noise.

"EEEEEH! Wrong! You're much prettier than any roach could ever be, even if they survive longer! My vibe checks are only the most accurate, high quality assessments you'll ever find this side of the globe!"

She giggles, pressing a kiss to Ame's head. Running her fingers through her hair, she's careful while she cradles the silk strands between her fingers.

"No but really, I wouldn't dream of leaving you. Not ever. There's nobody like my Meemee, and there will never be. Trust me, I plan on keeping the good times coming."

And with that, she pulls Ame in for a tender kiss. Tilting her head to give her sweetest more space to take up more of hers, sliding her arms over her shoulders while her thighs squeeze around Ame's waist.

Her hands were warm to the touch, enough to linger on her lover. Intertwining their limbs, filling the gaps like nobody else could, in a way Harley would only want from Ame.

Nobody else but you.

When she pulls back for air, she gives a soft, low hum. With half-lidded eyes and a radiant blush highlighting her freckles like constellations scattered across her face, she traces the pad of her thumb along Ame's bottom lip.

"You know, I did promise that I'd make you wet tonight, but... you do have a lot of options for how that can happen. We can eat each other out 69 style, you could sit on my face, use my fingers to keep it simple, or," she slides one of her hands to rest on top of Ame's bra. Not squeezing until she gets an answer, but her suggestion is more than clear.

"We could try a Full Nelson, where I lift you and fuck you with that toy the hotel offered. What're you in the mood for, pretty moon bunny~?"

[hustling-starley]

Sensing the change in Ame's mood, her heart and her muscles sigh with relief. She'd felt a bit guilty, that relaying her own experience was really the best she could do in terms of showing that she was here to listen, to understand.

It's funny, in a way. Knowing that Ame had once considered her enough of a threat to send hate her way, jealous of how well-off she seemed, but now here she is. Resting on her, relaxing in her arms like she was the finest paradise she'd ever find.

Really, the fact that she's been able to get so close to Ame feels like a miracle in and of itself. The kind she'd scoff at in daylight, but secretly read fanfictions about— when she'd thought her VPN and diligence in managing her browser history were enough to keep her from getting caught.

Getting caught... wanting something as cheesy as a happy ending, like this.

Where neither of them were doomed to die or fall apart. She's sick of losing soulmates, of tragic endings between women who loved each other more than life itself.

It's because of this that she smirks at Ame's humor, smushing her girlfriend's cheeks in her hands as she imitates a game buzzer noise.

"EEEEEH! Wrong! You're much prettier than any roach could ever be, even if they survive longer! My vibe checks are only the most accurate, high quality assessments you'll ever find this side of the globe!"

She giggles, pressing a kiss to Ame's head. Running her fingers through her hair, she's careful while she cradles the silk strands between her fingers.

"No but really, I wouldn't dream of leaving you. Not ever. There's nobody like my Meemee, and there will never be. Trust me, I plan on keeping the good times coming."

And with that, she pulls Ame in for a tender kiss. Tilting her head to give her sweetest more space to take up more of hers, sliding her arms over her shoulders while her thighs squeeze around Ame's waist.

Her hands were warm to the touch, enough to linger on her lover. Intertwining their limbs, filling the gaps like nobody else could, in a way Harley would only want from Ame.

Nobody else but you.

When she pulls back for air, she gives a soft, low hum. With half-lidded eyes and a radiant blush highlighting her freckles like constellations scattered across her face, she traces the pad of her thumb along Ame's bottom lip.

"You know, I did promise that I'd make you wet tonight, but... you do have a lot of options for how that can happen. We can eat each other out 69 style, you could sit on my face, use my fingers to keep it simple, or," she slides one of her hands to rest on top of Ame's bra. Not squeezing until she gets an answer, but her suggestion is more than clear.

"We could try a Full Nelson, where I lift you and fuck you with that toy the hotel offered. What're you in the mood for, pretty moon bunny~?"

As Ame undoes her bow and blouse, Harley smiles at the idea of finally having all of her favorite people coming together. She's always hoped she could have something special, the love that Sage and Maddie shared. The love Yuki had known, once.

The real, true kind. In all its bumps and imperfect bruises, the occasional speedbumps or even disagreements that might happen, maybe they'd even get into spats.

But, so did her Mama and Baba, and yet they'd always come back to each other. Her Mama would call out an "Edmushka~!", and his "yaaaaah?" would be like a moose's mating call. Playing cards, her Mama always winning against him. Her father taking it on the chin and buying dinner for all three of them.

Imagining a life like that with Ame... fills her heart with warmth, determined to show her that life—that reality, was not always this cruel prison that she had known.

"Of course! Plus, they can become your friends too, y'know? It'll be good to have more people you can rely on, in case I can't be there. Not that I wouldn't wanna, but... y'know, just in case the Boss gets on my ass, or Grayson needs attention."

Once Ame begins to recall her own childhood memories, though... her face falls. Her heart soon joins it, as it sinks from its cage, crashing through the floors of the building, and shattering against the concrete.

She's quiet, taking in Ame's every word, processing the onslaught of information. Information that, quite frankly, is a lot for anyone to hear about— let alone experience firsthand.

Verbal comfort was never her strong suit, she never liked the idea of giving false hope. If anything, she'll always respect someone who's honest, even if terrible, over a liar who's convinced themself that they were flawless from the start.

And yet, she doesn't want to leave Ame in the dark, like everyone else in her life has. She wants Ame to truly believe in her, in what she says and does. She wants to be good, for Ame. Even if she hardly knows how, that's not going to stop her from giving it her all.

But more than that... I want to share a better life with Ame, one that she should've had. One that we both want.

Running her fingers through Ame's hair, her movement is slow and soothing. Both for herself, and her girlfriend, as she tries to swallow away any fear of saying the wrong thing.

"I... I won't pretend like I understand everything, but," she gulps, cupping Ame's cheeks. Sorting through her words with caution, her focus centered completely on Ame. "I... was hurt kind of like that, even before Mama and Baba... I realized early on that I liked girls, and I hated that they'd always give more time and attention to the boys, than on me. If it wasn't my temper or teasing that drove them away, it was because of how clingy I was. Like I was always scared everyone would leave me behind, and... hate me."

She takes Ame's hands in her own. "And the only real thing I had... was with a woman who graduated college, while I was still a junior in high school. Led me on, saying all these nice things, getting touchy with me, but... she never liked taking no for an answer. Even if I didn't want to, or I was busy, or drunk. If Sage wasn't there, when she attacked me, I would've-"

She bites her lip, taking a deep breath while she lets the implication hang in the air.

"Point is, I know what it's like, to feel used and betrayed. To hate the world- to hate life for being so unfair. Even now, I feel that way a lot. But..."

She presses her forehead against Ame's, gentle in her motion. Hoping, praying to whatever higher entity might exist, that she could convey her feelings well. Give Ame that same light at the end of the tunnel, hell, even become that light.

For that smile, that laugh, the softness in her voice and the fondness in her eyes. The love of her life, the one she hopes her parents are proud of, the girl who saw her heart and cradled it with more care than any other she's fallen for.

"Even though you've been through so much hell... you're still here, aren't you? You're still Ame. If I'm a Hercules beetle... you're a Painted Lady butterfly, cause you can survive no matter what. Ame has a big heart, even with how much she's been hurting. Hearing all of this makes me feel like the luckiest girl alive, to have felt it. To be with you, like this."

"I know it gets hard, and it feels pointless sometimes, but... don't ever give up on finding happiness, okay? Not just for me, or even P-chan, but for Ame herself." She presses a tender kiss to Ame's nose, wrapping her legs around her beloved's waist, to keep her close. "Cause even if you can't see it now... I think Ame is really great, as a person and as a girlfriend. My girlfriend, just as I'm hers."

[hustling-starley]

As Ame undoes her bow and blouse, Harley smiles at the idea of finally having all of her favorite people coming together. She's always hoped she could have something special, the love that Sage and Maddie shared. The love Yuki had known, once.

The real, true kind. In all its bumps and imperfect bruises, the occasional speedbumps or even disagreements that might happen, maybe they'd even get into spats.

But, so did her Mama and Baba, and yet they'd always come back to each other. Her Mama would call out an "Edmushka~!", and his "yaaaaah?" would be like a moose's mating call. Playing cards, her Mama always winning against him. Her father taking it on the chin and buying dinner for all three of them.

Imagining a life like that with Ame... fills her heart with warmth, determined to show her that life—that reality, was not always this cruel prison that she had known.

"Of course! Plus, they can become your friends too, y'know? It'll be good to have more people you can rely on, in case I can't be there. Not that I wouldn't wanna, but... y'know, just in case the Boss gets on my ass, or Grayson needs attention."

Once Ame begins to recall her own childhood memories, though... her face falls. Her heart soon joins it, as it sinks from its cage, crashing through the floors of the building, and shattering against the concrete.

She's quiet, taking in Ame's every word, processing the onslaught of information. Information that, quite frankly, is a lot for anyone to hear about— let alone experience firsthand.

Verbal comfort was never her strong suit, she never liked the idea of giving false hope. If anything, she'll always respect someone who's honest, even if terrible, over a liar who's convinced themself that they were flawless from the start.

And yet, she doesn't want to leave Ame in the dark, like everyone else in her life has. She wants Ame to truly believe in her, in what she says and does. She wants to be good, for Ame. Even if she hardly knows how, that's not going to stop her from giving it her all.

But more than that... I want to share a better life with Ame, one that she should've had. One that we both want.

Running her fingers through Ame's hair, her movement is slow and soothing. Both for herself, and her girlfriend, as she tries to swallow away any fear of saying the wrong thing.

"I... I won't pretend like I understand everything, but," she gulps, cupping Ame's cheeks. Sorting through her words with caution, her focus centered completely on Ame. "I... was hurt kind of like that, even before Mama and Baba... I realized early on that I liked girls, and I hated that they'd always give more time and attention to the boys, than on me. If it wasn't my temper or teasing that drove them away, it was because of how clingy I was. Like I was always scared everyone would leave me behind, and... hate me."

She takes Ame's hands in her own. "And the only real thing I had... was with a woman who graduated college, while I was still a junior in high school. Led me on, saying all these nice things, getting touchy with me, but... she never liked taking no for an answer. Even if I didn't want to, or I was busy, or drunk. If Sage wasn't there, when she attacked me, I would've-"

She bites her lip, taking a deep breath while she lets the implication hang in the air.

"Point is, I know what it's like, to feel used and betrayed. To hate the world- to hate life for being so unfair. Even now, I feel that way a lot. But..."

She presses her forehead against Ame's, gentle in her motion. Hoping, praying to whatever higher entity might exist, that she could convey her feelings well. Give Ame that same light at the end of the tunnel, hell, even become that light.

For that smile, that laugh, the softness in her voice and the fondness in her eyes. The love of her life, the one she hopes her parents are proud of, the girl who saw her heart and cradled it with more care than any other she's fallen for.

"Even though you've been through so much hell... you're still here, aren't you? You're still Ame. If I'm a Hercules beetle... you're a Painted Lady butterfly, cause you can survive no matter what. Ame has a big heart, even with how much she's been hurting. Hearing all of this makes me feel like the luckiest girl alive, to have felt it. To be with you, like this."

"I know it gets hard, and it feels pointless sometimes, but... don't ever give up on finding happiness, okay? Not just for me, or even P-chan, but for Ame herself." She presses a tender kiss to Ame's nose, wrapping her legs around her beloved's waist, to keep her close. "Cause even if you can't see it now... I think Ame is really great, as a person and as a girlfriend. My girlfriend, just as I'm hers."

At Ame's comment, she snorts, slipping off her shoes.

"Oh, you bet I do! Her Rainy Majesty simply must have her guts reorganized in the shape that suits her best- a heart as pure as gold!" She laughs at her own bit, taking off the King K. Rool outfit and folding it up to rest next to the Kirby on the couch.

She stretches, letting out a whine before she climbs onto the bed, laying down to rest for a bit. Clad in only her bra, panties, and socks, she sighs as she looks up at the ceiling.

"Gosh, what a day. Honestly, this love hotel is a first for me, too," she remarks, remembering some of the research she'd done before moving to Japan. "I always thought the idea of it was kinda funny. It's like a regular hotel, except people mainly go there to fuck their partner all night, or even book it for a few days for a romantic vacation."

She shifts to lay on her side, looking up at Ame.

"But... I think I get it, now. I mean, whenever I went to hotels, back in America, it was always with my family or my friends after we'd saved up for it. Split the bills between us, buy swimsuits and travel bags in advance, make a list of everything we wanna try and then get into teams to tell each other about it."

She recalls this with a more sentimental smile, tracing patterns into the blanket with her finger while she mentally travels down memory lane.

"Maddie and Sage would always stick together, I'd have a girl on my mind, and Yuki would be our fifth wheel babysitter." She chuckles. "Man... I really gotta get those two to come over for a few days again. The flight's expensive, but I really want them to meet you proper, in person."

A pang in her heart surfaces, echoing through her chest. While she had always wanted to move to a new place in the hopes of having a fresh start as a young adult, with Japan among a list of different options that would have her close to someone dear, it soon morphed into the hope of putting the past behind her.

Move on, a vow to not let her life be controlled by pain anynore. Growing up, in a similar way to the day she'd said goodbye to her childhood home, after...

She mumbles, speaking her first thought. "I still wish you could've met Mama and Baba. They would've loved you."

[hustling-starley]

At Ame's comment, she snorts, slipping off her shoes.

"Oh, you bet I do! Her Rainy Majesty simply must have her guts reorganized in the shape that suits her best- a heart as pure as gold!" She laughs at her own bit, taking off the King K. Rool outfit and folding it up to rest next to the Kirby on the couch.

She stretches, letting out a whine before she climbs onto the bed, laying down to rest for a bit. Clad in only her bra, panties, and socks, she sighs as she looks up at the ceiling.

"Gosh, what a day. Honestly, this love hotel is a first for me, too," she remarks, remembering some of the research she'd done before moving to Japan. "I always thought the idea of it was kinda funny. It's like a regular hotel, except people mainly go there to fuck their partner all night, or even book it for a few days for a romantic vacation."

She shifts to lay on her side, looking up at Ame.

"But... I think I get it, now. I mean, whenever I went to hotels, back in America, it was always with my family or my friends after we'd saved up for it. Split the bills between us, buy swimsuits and travel bags in advance, make a list of everything we wanna try and then get into teams to tell each other about it."

She recalls this with a more sentimental smile, tracing patterns into the blanket with her finger while she mentally travels down memory lane.

"Maddie and Sage would always stick together, I'd have a girl on my mind, and Yuki would be our fifth wheel babysitter." She chuckles. "Man... I really gotta get those two to come over for a few days again. The flight's expensive, but I really want them to meet you proper, in person."

A pang in her heart surfaces, echoing through her chest. While she had always wanted to move to a new place in the hopes of having a fresh start as a young adult, with Japan among a list of different options that would have her close to someone dear, it soon morphed into the hope of putting the past behind her.

Move on, a vow to not let her life be controlled by pain anynore. Growing up, in a similar way to the day she'd said goodbye to her childhood home, after...

She mumbles, speaking her first thought. "I still wish you could've met Mama and Baba. They would've loved you."

Harley knew she'd done something right, if Ame was willing to show off both of her eyes, and even more so when Ame teases about her choice.

"I mean hey, what better place to bring the sweetest girl on Earth, than to the sweetest hotel I've ever seen? Besides, you're like the only person who's got a sweet tooth as big as mine."

As Ame leans closer, Harley's eyes turn half-lidded, pulling Ame in for a kiss. While it was brief, the way Harley's tongue slides along Ame's bottom lip suggests that was a preview for what the rest of their night was going to be like.

"I always did like to taste the rain on my tongue, when I was little. But now, I get to taste the best kind of rain that Mother Nature has to offer, don't I?" She chuckles, tracing her thumb across Ame's chin, before she turns around. Looking over her shoulder with a seductive gaze, beckoning her lover like a true temptress. "After all, you may be rain right now... but I plan on making you a waterfall, dooshee."

Honestly, she can't deny the appeal of just making out with Ame right here in front of the entrance, with the night sky keeping them mostly hidden from any passerbys. At this hour, there'd hardly be anyone around an area like this, anyway.

But, she restrains herself, knowing that having her plan pay off properly would be the most satisfying way to end off the night. Especially a night as important as Ame's birthday.

"C'mon, the room is all ours for the night."

Taking Ame's hand in hers, she leads her along into the hotel.

The lobby itself was decorated in shades of bubblegum, peach, and orange pastels. The counters were pristine— to the point of passing as porcelain. Whimsical fairground music ebbed and flowed through the halls, as if the two were headed to their own personal carnival.

On the left, there was a dessert station. The dispensers there contained wrapped up chocolates, gumdrops, hard candies, fruits and sprinkles in a magnitude of vibrant colors. What couldn't fit in the dispenser was kept in baskets, next to the small bowls of jello that were begging to be customized.

Checking in with the receptionist, face concealed by a screen, she hands the two of them their room keys and wishes them a wonderful stay.

Harley practically rushes up the steps, eagerly unlocking the door to their bedroom.

Their room, in line with the hotel's theme, had chocolate truffles with various icing patterns, shapes, and flavors adorning the walls next to their bed and above the couch. Said couch had the texture and scent of a waffle cone, with strawberry sauce, vanilla frosting, chocolate drizzle, and whipped cream complete with sprinkles and a cherry to compliment the donut pillows.

The only window was blocked off, likely for privacy reasons. Besides that, there was a small endtable in front of the couch, the glass surface keeping the cakes and pastry ornaments beneath—much like a display window, except nothing was actually edible. Even if the scent made it seem otherwise.

Harley places her Strawberry Kirby on the couch, before she spins around the room. She bounces on her shoes, before she does some jazz hands to enrich the upbeat atmosphere.

"Ta-daaaaa~! We've arrived at our final destination for the night, princess Ame-chan! What do you think? Do these sleeping quarters live up to your expectations, your Highness?"

[hustling-starley]

Harley knew she'd done something right, if Ame was willing to show off both of her eyes, and even more so when Ame teases about her choice.

"I mean hey, what better place to bring the sweetest girl on Earth, than to the sweetest hotel I've ever seen? Besides, you're like the only person who's got a sweet tooth as big as mine."

As Ame leans closer, Harley's eyes turn half-lidded, pulling Ame in for a kiss. While it was brief, the way Harley's tongue slides along Ame's bottom lip suggests that was a preview for what the rest of their night was going to be like.

"I always did like to taste the rain on my tongue, when I was little. But now, I get to taste the best kind of rain that Mother Nature has to offer, don't I?" She chuckles, tracing her thumb across Ame's chin, before she turns around. Looking over her shoulder with a seductive gaze, beckoning her lover like a true temptress. "After all, you may be rain right now... but I plan on making you a waterfall, dooshee."

Honestly, she can't deny the appeal of just making out with Ame right here in front of the entrance, with the night sky keeping them mostly hidden from any passerbys. At this hour, there'd hardly be anyone around an area like this, anyway.

But, she restrains herself, knowing that having her plan pay off properly would be the most satisfying way to end off the night. Especially a night as important as Ame's birthday.

"C'mon, the room is all ours for the night."

Taking Ame's hand in hers, she leads her along into the hotel.

The lobby itself was decorated in shades of bubblegum, peach, and orange pastels. The counters were pristine— to the point of passing as porcelain. Whimsical fairground music ebbed and flowed through the halls, as if the two were headed to their own personal carnival.

On the left, there was a dessert station. The dispensers there contained wrapped up chocolates, gumdrops, hard candies, fruits and sprinkles in a magnitude of vibrant colors. What couldn't fit in the dispenser was kept in baskets, next to the small bowls of jello that were begging to be customized.

Checking in with the receptionist, face concealed by a screen, she hands the two of them their room keys and wishes them a wonderful stay.

Harley practically rushes up the steps, eagerly unlocking the door to their bedroom.

Their room, in line with the hotel's theme, had chocolate truffles with various icing patterns, shapes, and flavors adorning the walls next to their bed and above the couch. Said couch had the texture and scent of a waffle cone, with strawberry sauce, vanilla frosting, chocolate drizzle, and whipped cream complete with sprinkles and a cherry to compliment the donut pillows.

The only window was blocked off, likely for privacy reasons. Besides that, there was a small endtable in front of the couch, the glass surface keeping the cakes and pastry ornaments beneath—much like a display window, except nothing was actually edible. Even if the scent made it seem otherwise.

Harley places her Strawberry Kirby on the couch, before she spins around the room. She bounces on her shoes, before she does some jazz hands to enrich the upbeat atmosphere.

"Ta-daaaaa~! We've arrived at our final destination for the night, princess Ame-chan! What do you think? Do these sleeping quarters live up to your expectations, your Highness?"

As she watches Ame smush her adorable, blushing face onto the plush, she knows that the way her girlfriend softens like this is part of why she would fight so hard for her. She would kill for her, and if it came down to it, she'd die if it meant protecting that smile she loves so much.

It's a smile she can tell has only adorned Ame's cheeks on rare occasions, far too rare for someone as special as her. Honestly, Harley had known that Ame had spent most of her years alone, but the depth of her lover's loneliness was one she would have yet to learn about.

Still, it's not as though Harley couldn't understand that struggle. Hell, she's driven most people away with how direct she was. Many had called her bold—even reckless— but really, she just hated the idea of playing nice when she didn't mean it.

She was real, she liked being real, and she intended to stay that way. Just because she liked to let her actions speak more, doesn't mean she was one to waste her words.

Looking at Ame so lively, as opposed to her usual lethargy, causes affection to burst out of her heart. The urge to pinch her cheeks and kiss her silly, squeeze her sides to hear that pretty laugh, was so intense— Harley could hardly resist.

But she stays strong, reminding herself that there would be plenty of time for that once they arrive at the hotel.

"Oh, that's been on your wish list, huh? Almost like you mentioned it at one point, and I managed to reserve our room in advance. What a coincidence..." She giggles, teasing while she leads Ame by the hand. "I may or may not have even practiced the trip to it on my free time, whenever I'd walk Grayson. But I guess you won't believe me unless I show you, hmm?"

She swings Ame's hand back and forth, holding her Strawberry Kirby in her other arm. "Come on, the night's still young, and I've still got a few more surprises for my Meemee~"

. . .

After a 10 minute bus ride and a few extra for walking, the love hotel she'd had in mind was soon coming into view. She rushes in front of Ame, stopping her just before the extravagant exterior gives her plan away.

"Okay, we're almost there, but I still want it to be kind of a surprise! Just close your eyes, and hold onto my hand! Trust me, you'll love it here. This place is practically made for you! Or, us, 'cause I'm obsessed with it."

She tugs Ame along the sidewalk, until they're standing right in front of the entrance to the building.

"Annnnnd, open Seasame!!"

The love hotel itself immediately stood out from the rest of the buildings in the area. It was themed after various desserts and popular pastries alike, no doubt picked due to the girls' shared sweet tooth. Rose pink walls adormed with donuts, lollipops, and cakes displayed as if it were a bakery.

Icing and frosting in different colors, rainbow hard candies, delectable fruit cakes and even some tart cookies along the sides of the entrance.

"Seeee? Am I right or am I right? Only the best would be acceptable for my candy princess, after all~"

[hustling-starley]

As she watches Ame smush her adorable, blushing face onto the plush, she knows that the way her girlfriend softens like this is part of why she would fight so hard for her. She would kill for her, and if it came down to it, she'd die if it meant protecting that smile she loves so much.

It's a smile she can tell has only adorned Ame's cheeks on rare occasions, far too rare for someone as special as her. Honestly, Harley had known that Ame had spent most of her years alone, but the depth of her lover's loneliness was one she would have yet to learn about.

Still, it's not as though Harley couldn't understand that struggle. Hell, she's driven most people away with how direct she was. Many had called her bold—even reckless— but really, she just hated the idea of playing nice when she didn't mean it.

She was real, she liked being real, and she intended to stay that way. Just because she liked to let her actions speak more, doesn't mean she was one to waste her words.

Looking at Ame so lively, as opposed to her usual lethargy, causes affection to burst out of her heart. The urge to pinch her cheeks and kiss her silly, squeeze her sides to hear that pretty laugh, was so intense— Harley could hardly resist.

But she stays strong, reminding herself that there would be plenty of time for that once they arrive at the hotel.

"Oh, that's been on your wish list, huh? Almost like you mentioned it at one point, and I managed to reserve our room in advance. What a coincidence..." She giggles, teasing while she leads Ame by the hand. "I may or may not have even practiced the trip to it on my free time, whenever I'd walk Grayson. But I guess you won't believe me unless I show you, hmm?"

She swings Ame's hand back and forth, holding her Strawberry Kirby in her other arm. "Come on, the night's still young, and I've still got a few more surprises for my Meemee~"

. . .

After a 10 minute bus ride and a few extra for walking, the love hotel she'd had in mind was soon coming into view. She rushes in front of Ame, stopping her just before the extravagant exterior gives her plan away.

"Okay, we're almost there, but I still want it to be kind of a surprise! Just close your eyes, and hold onto my hand! Trust me, you'll love it here. This place is practically made for you! Or, us, 'cause I'm obsessed with it."

She tugs Ame along the sidewalk, until they're standing right in front of the entrance to the building.

"Annnnnd, open Seasame!!"

The love hotel itself immediately stood out from the rest of the buildings in the area. It was themed after various desserts and popular pastries alike, no doubt picked due to the girls' shared sweet tooth. Rose pink walls adormed with donuts, lollipops, and cakes displayed as if it were a bakery.

Icing and frosting in different colors, rainbow hard candies, delectable fruit cakes and even some tart cookies along the sides of the entrance.

"Seeee? Am I right or am I right? Only the best would be acceptable for my candy princess, after all~"

"Of course it's fine with me! I've sung both Japanese and English for karaoke streams, anyway, so we could probably just put in some songs we know and spin a wheel. It'll be a blast!"

While Harley was fluent in Japanese herself, there were certain syllables and words she struggled with, even now. Singing fast in any language was a challenge, but especially in one that wasn't her native tongue.

Learning a new language that way helped distract from the cold, sterile walls and tiles. The IVs attached to her arm, leg lifted in a cast, and bandages wrapped around her entire left side. Pain that left her too sore to get out of bed, even when she'd tried to sleep it off.

Still, Harley was never the type to move on so easily. If anything, challenges like that only pushed her further to keep practicing her vocals. Both for singing, and for speech.

Ame's teasing earns a pout from her, putting a hand on her hip. "And I know I can do it, too! If these fat bastards think they're gonna get away from me that easy, they've got another thing coming!"

She giggles as she returns the brief kiss, squishing the plush in her hands. Not just one reward, but two, for her efforts and persistent pushback. Never back down, never give up!

Proud of herself, she bounces on her shoes as she chants in a whisper. "Ame-chan! Ame-chan! Ame-chan! You've got this!"

Once the prize finally lands in the slot, she cheers, clapping her hands while the plush sits snug in her arms. "Wooooooo!!! And with that, Bandana Waddle Dee is ours! He could be our new son, we should name him... Wandana! Like won-dana, and waddle dana!"

The glee that flutters through her stomach reminds her of how much she's missed this. Gathering a group of her favorite people, running around town to have a fun time. Harley was always up for adventure, but it was never as exciting if she was just travelling alone.

The best part of any place, and what makes it worth remembering in her eyes, is the people she brings with her.

Laughing at game show antics and trying to replicate them in her living room. The warm smile of the sun as they strolled through the gardens, learning about flowers she's never seen before. The glow of the arcades at night as they battled for a full combo, mashing buttons and dragging their hands across the screen like their honor depended on an S rank.

The water joining everyone in their swimming circles, trying a new restaurant together after splashing around the beach. Roasting marshmallows over a homemade campfire in the backyard...

That warmth she could share, with people she could trust to stay by her side through it all. Not just through the highlights, but the quieter nights as well.

Harley was not for everyone, but she was for Ame. Her warm, bright heart would make room for the soft, somber light of the moon.

Taking Ame's arm around hers, she squeezes her hand, and looks up at her with all the love in her heart.

"Playing games with Tsuki-chan's always fun, but I've got one last place I wanna show you before it gets too late." She smiles, thankful that she'd reserved a room for them in advance. "The cards I got us can be renewed for the next time we come here. So, you don't need to worry about us missing out on anything, if we don't get to it tonight."

She steps closer, cooing into Ame's ear. "After all... it's not a real girl's night without a love hotel, right~?"

[hustling-starley]

"Of course it's fine with me! I've sung both Japanese and English for karaoke streams, anyway, so we could probably just put in some songs we know and spin a wheel. It'll be a blast!"

While Harley was fluent in Japanese herself, there were certain syllables and words she struggled with, even now. Singing fast in any language was a challenge, but especially in one that wasn't her native tongue.

Learning a new language that way helped distract from the cold, sterile walls and tiles. The IVs attached to her arm, leg lifted in a cast, and bandages wrapped around her entire left side. Pain that left her too sore to get out of bed, even when she'd tried to sleep it off.

Still, Harley was never the type to move on so easily. If anything, challenges like that only pushed her further to keep practicing her vocals. Both for singing, and for speech.

Ame's teasing earns a pout from her, putting a hand on her hip. "And I know I can do it, too! If these fat bastards think they're gonna get away from me that easy, they've got another thing coming!"

She giggles as she returns the brief kiss, squishing the plush in her hands. Not just one reward, but two, for her efforts and persistent pushback. Never back down, never give up!

Proud of herself, she bounces on her shoes as she chants in a whisper. "Ame-chan! Ame-chan! Ame-chan! You've got this!"

Once the prize finally lands in the slot, she cheers, clapping her hands while the plush sits snug in her arms. "Wooooooo!!! And with that, Bandana Waddle Dee is ours! He could be our new son, we should name him... Wandana! Like won-dana, and waddle dana!"

The glee that flutters through her stomach reminds her of how much she's missed this. Gathering a group of her favorite people, running around town to have a fun time. Harley was always up for adventure, but it was never as exciting if she was just travelling alone.

The best part of any place, and what makes it worth remembering in her eyes, is the people she brings with her.

Laughing at game show antics and trying to replicate them in her living room. The warm smile of the sun as they strolled through the gardens, learning about flowers she's never seen before. The glow of the arcades at night as they battled for a full combo, mashing buttons and dragging their hands across the screen like their honor depended on an S rank.

The water joining everyone in their swimming circles, trying a new restaurant together after splashing around the beach. Roasting marshmallows over a homemade campfire in the backyard...

That warmth she could share, with people she could trust to stay by her side through it all. Not just through the highlights, but the quieter nights as well.

Harley was not for everyone, but she was for Ame. Her warm, bright heart would make room for the soft, somber light of the moon.

Taking Ame's arm around hers, she squeezes her hand, and looks up at her with all the love in her heart.

"Playing games with Tsuki-chan's always fun, but I've got one last place I wanna show you before it gets too late." She smiles, thankful that she'd reserved a room for them in advance. "The cards I got us can be renewed for the next time we come here. So, you don't need to worry about us missing out on anything, if we don't get to it tonight."

She steps closer, cooing into Ame's ear. "After all... it's not a real girl's night without a love hotel, right~?"

The only thing Harley really knew in regards to Ame's past were all things Ame had implied, but never said aloud. She didn't really check in on the Chat n' Chills, though that was more so because she'd much rather have conversations like that in person than online.

People become a lot more honest when they aren't hiding behind a screen.

She knew that Ame shared her passion for video games, for anime and manga, for being loved with the same intensity that she showed. Unafraid of her feelings, even the painful or depressing ones. Ready to tackle topics Harley wouldn't touch, even on a good day.

Sincere and sensitive, in a way she's only seen from those in her selective circle.

Most of all, Ame dared to dream big and gave everything she could to achieve it. Even if it drove her to her limit. There's no way Harley would forget those scars on her wrists, after all.

She also knew that Ame hated crowds, didn't go outside nearly enough, and her place was an absolute mess. Even when Harley teased her about it, Ame didn't really make the effort to clean or care for herself much, unless it was for someone else's sake. Not to mention that envious attitude she can have.

Nobody ends up like that without their reasons, but... Ame promised Harley she wouldn't hide. Plus, Ame has been demonstrating her love and devotion to her all these months they've been together.

She trusts Ame, and while she would normally hate doing so—if it were anyone else— she's willing to wait for her lover.

"Eh, I'm just loud and proud in general. It's part of the Harley Experience, take it or leave it." She shrugs, knowing full well she's also used her shower and any home alone opportunities to practice her songs.

"Besides, doing karaoke is a lot of fun, especially if you act like you're performing your very own concert! You know- like using your hairbrush as your mic! It doesn't even matter if you sing badly, either. You don't need to be good at it to have a good time!"

A lesson she kept, and very much needed, passed down from her Baba.

She gives a pleased hum at the forehead kiss, giggling as she skips along. Ah, she'll never get enough of any affection Ame gives her, even if it's casual. She's always been greedy when it comes to sweets.

While she hears Ame's words of caution, she's also running on pure impulse and fixation-fueled joy. Once Ame gives her the green light, she jumps up to give her a kiss on the lips.

"Oh yeah, I'm a Kirby Connosseiur! You better watch and learn, Meemee, 'cause your Hacchan's gonna win big! We ain't going home until I get you one of these giant gumball guys!"

Rushing forward, she puts her tokens into the slot, her expression shifting to focus on her mission. Aiming for the Strawberry Kirby near the machine's exit hole, she experiments with a few different positions.

6 failed attempts go by, with Harley chewing her lip in frustration. "Come on... gimme some luck here!"

And by the miracle of gravity and physics, the plush gets enough of a nudge to fall into the prize slot.

"Woooooo, that's what I'm talking about!" She cheers as she grabs the stuffed plush, squeezing it with a satisfied squeal. The plush is big enough to nearly match Harley's torso, if it were as chubby as her.

"Alright, I'm passing my luck and my last few tokens to you! I believe in you Meemee, you've got this!"

[hustling-starley]

The only thing Harley really knew in regards to Ame's past were all things Ame had implied, but never said aloud. She didn't really check in on the Chat n' Chills, though that was more so because she'd much rather have conversations like that in person than online.

People become a lot more honest when they aren't hiding behind a screen.

She knew that Ame shared her passion for video games, for anime and manga, for being loved with the same intensity that she showed. Unafraid of her feelings, even the painful or depressing ones. Ready to tackle topics Harley wouldn't touch, even on a good day.

Sincere and sensitive, in a way she's only seen from those in her selective circle.

Most of all, Ame dared to dream big and gave everything she could to achieve it. Even if it drove her to her limit. There's no way Harley would forget those scars on her wrists, after all.

She also knew that Ame hated crowds, didn't go outside nearly enough, and her place was an absolute mess. Even when Harley teased her about it, Ame didn't really make the effort to clean or care for herself much, unless it was for someone else's sake. Not to mention that envious attitude she can have.

Nobody ends up like that without their reasons, but... Ame promised Harley she wouldn't hide. Plus, Ame has been demonstrating her love and devotion to her all these months they've been together.

She trusts Ame, and while she would normally hate doing so—if it were anyone else— she's willing to wait for her lover.

"Eh, I'm just loud and proud in general. It's part of the Harley Experience, take it or leave it." She shrugs, knowing full well she's also used her shower and any home alone opportunities to practice her songs.

"Besides, doing karaoke is a lot of fun, especially if you act like you're performing your very own concert! You know- like using your hairbrush as your mic! It doesn't even matter if you sing badly, either. You don't need to be good at it to have a good time!"

A lesson she kept, and very much needed, passed down from her Baba.

She gives a pleased hum at the forehead kiss, giggling as she skips along. Ah, she'll never get enough of any affection Ame gives her, even if it's casual. She's always been greedy when it comes to sweets.

While she hears Ame's words of caution, she's also running on pure impulse and fixation-fueled joy. Once Ame gives her the green light, she jumps up to give her a kiss on the lips.

"Oh yeah, I'm a Kirby Connosseiur! You better watch and learn, Meemee, 'cause your Hacchan's gonna win big! We ain't going home until I get you one of these giant gumball guys!"

Rushing forward, she puts her tokens into the slot, her expression shifting to focus on her mission. Aiming for the Strawberry Kirby near the machine's exit hole, she experiments with a few different positions.

6 failed attempts go by, with Harley chewing her lip in frustration. "Come on... gimme some luck here!"

And by the miracle of gravity and physics, the plush gets enough of a nudge to fall into the prize slot.

"Woooooo, that's what I'm talking about!" She cheers as she grabs the stuffed plush, squeezing it with a satisfied squeal. The plush is big enough to nearly match Harley's torso, if it were as chubby as her.

"Alright, I'm passing my luck and my last few tokens to you! I believe in you Meemee, you've got this!"

Harley picks up on the implications right away, eyes widening before she lets out a laugh.

"Ahahaha! So that's how Ame-chan managed to master rhythm games, huh? Acting aaaaall high and mighty when you're just as bored as the rest of us!" She grins, letting Ame drag her away to another section.

Ah, that was always the fun part of being with Ame. The more Harley learns about her, the more interesting Ame becomes. A new facet of a diamond she'd get to see, a different side with its own hue, all coming together to form the woman she loved.

Getting to experience that thrilling sensation of falling head over heels over and over, her mental image of Ame becoming more clear and precise. Sharpening, like the finishing details of a colorful, stained glass portrait she'd see in churches.

When Ame brings up the idea of singing karaoke as herself, Harley's eyes light up. She bounces forward, speeding up to be side by side with Ame, instead of behind her.

"Wait, you've never sung for anyone before?! Now I really wanna hear you even more! The louder, the better!" She squeezes her hand, already imagining the two of them dueting in her living room together. It's another small, cheesy dream she's had, ever since she first got her karaoke equipment set up for streams.

"Besides, if it's Meemee singing, I already know she's gonna blow us all away! Instead of Tsukimi-chan, you could be Tsunami-chan! Or Tsun-ame-chan!"

She knows she'll have to tell Ame her troubles at some point, but it's moments like these that make it easy to forget that she even had any worries to begin with.

Whether it was because she was trying to ignore them intentionally, or because she had other things that demanded her attention at the time, it would end with her feelings fading as quickly as they came.

Her memory wasn't known for being reliable, nor was she the best with emotions, but maybe this was what her friends meant by "burning the candle at both ends."

After all, her weekdays were taken up by her programming work, while weekends were just an extra load on top of that. Relying on her natural high energy to just power through could only get her so far.

But spending quality time with Ame like this, knowing Ame truly treasures her enough to let her in like this... Harley needs this as much as Ame does. It's why she notices the KAngel plushies first, but doesn't mention them.

Once Harley spots the Kirby cranes, however, any thought she had prior flies out of her head. She gasps loudly, practically charging towards the nearest game that was free. Moving close to the glass, much like a kid in a candy store.

"Holy shit, they have the limited edition Bandana Waddle Dees and the Strawberry Kirby! I've wanted these for forever! Oooh, they have the one with the donuts and- wait, oh my god, the Headphones Kirby is so cuuuuute!!" She squeals, flapping her hands with glee.

Her eyes are sparkling as she looks over at Ame, taking her hands and jumping up and down.

"I know it's your birthday and I promise I have more planned after this, but can we please try to win at least two from this game? Please, please, pleeeeeeease?"