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Nana buried her face into her pillow, groaning frustratedly. Two of her fingers pumped in and out of herself, squelching lewd and awkwardly loud in her room, lit dim orange by a single hardworking lamp. She shifted restlessly, grinding against the sheets, trying to get a better angle- it still didn't help. Of course, she knew what the problem was.
Was she going to fix it?
Her cheek hit her pillow as she readjusted to stare balefully at her phone, sitting innocuously on her nightstand. She could.... look at pictures, or open old voicemails, or.... or call her.
She buried her face back into her pillow and whined, rubbing circles into her clit with her thumb. It's not even like they got that far before Nana moved to London and she moved to New York! ...Honestly, maybe that was it.
She whined again, resigned. Thank god Hikari was on her trip, seeing their friends. She felt a pang of jealousy at that.
Yeah, honestly, she doesn't even deserve to call Junna right now. She's a little horrible. And generally a mess- right now, in a few different ways.
It's just been so long since they've seen each other. Or talked, really. They've both been busy- and they're both happier busier, but still- busy. She's been good at tamping down her loneliness- but it was pure bliss being together, right before they parted ways. She just wants that again... no, she'd be fine.
To say she's startled when her phone rings would be an understatement. She yanks her fingers out of herself with an embarassingly loud pop, scrambles for a tissue to coarsely wipe them off with, and takes a few deep breaths while reaching for her phone, rattling on the nightstand.
"Yes, hello?" she answers, a little too energetically. A few beats of silence.
"...Nana, isn't it, like, 1 AM over there?"
She feels heat rush to her ears and a giddy smile spread across her face. "It's Friday, I'll be alright. And it's 6:30 AM for you, you know! On a Saturday!"
"I wanted to clean up a little bit, just in case. Kagura-san is supposed to arrive today. I hope you're in bed, at least," Junna's warm tone, a little raspy from the early hour, turns a little stern at the end. Nana knows she doesn't mean anything but concern by it.
She still folds like wet paper, of course. "I'm- ah, yes, I'm in bed. I've been in bed..." she trails off awkwardly.
She can hear Junna shift in interest on the other side of the line. That's how well she knows her- and it's mutual, because she knows Junna can tell what she's been doing late at night just by the sound of her voice. Her face burns. They bask in charged silence, together. If Junna were here, she bets she'd be able to feel jade eyes scan her head to toe.
"...Nana," she hears crackle over the line, thick and slow, patient like a hunter. She can physically feel herself perk up like a well trained dog. "Could you send me a picture right now?"
"...of?"
"Don't play coy. I want to see you," Junna coaxes and commands in the same breath. "I miss you. More than you know."
She swallows, wondering for a beat if it's audible on the other side, and fumbles with her phone until the camera opens. She looks... debauched. A complete disaster, face bright red, hair mussed, teary eyes still a little unfocused, skin glistening with sweat. She takes a few photos, stares at them, and then picks one and hits send before her face turns any redder.
She hears a low, appreciative noise half a second later. God, she loves how low Junna's voice can get- if she were here, pressing that pretty face against her neck, she could feel that groan vibrate through her own throat...
"I miss you too," she croaks out, kneading restlessly at her own navel. She can't do anything until Junna tells her to, her head's too blank, filled with that voice.
"I can see that," Junna hums, teasing. "Tell me. What exactly do you miss, Nana?"
The lilt of Junna's voice is going to kill her. "Everything," she breathes out, palpably desperate. "Um... I miss seeing Junna-chan's face... when you're all serious... it's really cute."
"Cute, huh?" Junna husks. "Do you want to see me now, Nana?"
"Please," she begs, running her hands up the inside of her thigh, shivering when she imagines Junna doing it instead. "Please, please..."
She opens the image as soon as it pops up and keens, overcome. Junna's taken her top and bra off, owning the dim morning light, gaze heavy behind her lens- she briefly wonders if this is her 'sexting pair', and barely stifles a hysterical giggle. She's glorious. She's everything, the sensual lines and curves of her body, the space she's in grateful to hold her. Nana wishes she could hold her. She wants that gaze to reduce her to nothing for eternity.
"What else, Nana," Junna whispers out through her speakers. Nana's panting, now, with need.
"Voice- your voice, your mouth...," Nana whimpers. "Ah- your fingers," she bullies the flesh of her inner thighs, pinching and pulling at it. "I need you, Junna-chan, please-!"
"You haven't touched yourself since you got on the line, right?" Junna states, completely certain, completely correct. Nana would give her anything, do anything she told her to do. "Good girl. You'll keep being good, yeah? Answer yes or no from now on."
Nana nods frantically, mouth dry. "Yes- yes, please..."
"You can touch yourself. Two fingers inside, since you're probably all ready for me, yes?"
She whines, high and needy, when she pushes her fingers back into her core. "Yes-! I'm ready, please..."
"Pump them, slow. And move your mic closer, please. I need to hear you."
She uses her other hand to fumble her phone onto her pillow, next to her face, letting out breathy ahs as she settles into a slow, torturous rhythm, audibly wet. She hears Junna moan in time on the other end and shudders.
"Touch where I tell you with the other hand, okay?" Junna's straining to keep her composure, now. She did that, Nana did that. Shocks are running up her spine.
"Nh- yes, yes, hah-"
"Lips, and tongue." She presses her fingertips to her lips, then shoves them inside her mouth, caressing the warm, wet muscle of her tongue, pulling them out with a pop. Junna's breath hitches on the other end.
"Your breasts." She squeezes into the flesh, then pinches at her nipple, whimpers coming out shaky with the motion.
"Down your abdomen, to your navel." She trails her fingertips down her ribs, over her sensitive, ticklish sides and belly, twitching a bit with the sensation, and then to a stop right above the crest of her mound, back tensing into a high arch.
Junna sounds very distracted, now. "Fuck- a little bit faster, ah. I'm close, Nana, are you?"
She loves making Junna curse, she thinks distantly. Out loud, she says, "Yesyesyes- nhh-! Please, gh, Junna-hh- Junna-chan-!"
"Faster- hhn. I want you to rub your clit for me, Nana- hah, almost-"
She furiously grinds her spit-slick fingers into her clit, her skull filled with the sounds of her Junna-chan's pleasure, every muscle tensing up tight, convulsing with sensation, her insides gripping her other hand, hungry for someone else's- she barely registers the wet, wobbly cry she keens out as she cums, hindbrain busy savoring Junna's drawn out, satisfied moan.
She blinks out the stars in her eyes in the afterglow, panting, completely limp, hands flopping and lazily pulling out of her, hips making aborted twitches up with the overstimulation. Junna coughs, crackling through their breaths, warm and intermingling across the ocean.
"...Make sure you drink water, Nana." She chides, gently. They figured out aftercare was Junna's favorite part of sex when they were physically together, and Nana's heart aches with the longing she hears in Junna's tinny voice. She hums in response, voice too shot for more.
"...also, I was going to ask about Kagura-san's food preferences, but I think I can just ask Tsuyuzaki..."
Her eyes are drifting closed, and she hums again in response, softer.
She can hear Junna's fond grin over the line. "Good night, Nana. We'll see each other soon."