Normal is decidedly overrated, she would agree if she had any idea what was going through Sable's head right now.

"Sable..."

She kisses and nips her way down Momo's neck and back up, murmuring, "I love you, Momo," again and again between kisses.

Momo is very biteable, judging by her reaction to some of the places Sable nibbles.

And while there's a logical part of her that hesitates to rush to this conclusion even still, she's pretty damn sure that the feelings she has are the way love should feel, beneath the tide of endorphins from all the kissing.  Because what Sable said earlier - your joy is my joy, your pain is my pain - that is the core of love, and she's sure, even on such scant data, that that feeling already goes both ways.

Which is to say, that when a moment comes for her to get a word in edgewise, she finds herself murmuring, "I'm going to be very tender - hesitant - something, about saying as much, when the rest of my brain is working again, but... I'm pretty sure I love you too."

That prompts a delighted grin, twirling Momo about and then spinning her down into a dip that should be impossible for anyone without enhanced strength and leverage, supporting her underneath her head and waist. She kisses her happily on the lips, before trailing back down to her neck to find exactly what spots prompt the best noises when kissed and bitten.

Right - 

- there, at the base of her neck, maybe trailing a little bit inwards towards her throat.

Though the dip itself caused quite a pleasant sound, too.

Well, that's a lovely discovery. Sable nips and sucks at the sensitive skin of Momo's neck, teeth teasing and gentle, not even quite enough force to bruise. She keeps holding Momo in that low dip, pressing their bodies together, heat and softness and closeness almost overwhelming.

As the Americans say, fuck.

"Mmh...  More, please," she begs, not even quite sure of more what - just that even held so close, or perhaps especially because of it, her body is afire, pleading for more of Sable's attentions, in whatever form they may come.

Sable nibbles all along Momo's neck and throat, sliding her right hand down from her lover's waist to palm and squeeze her ass. Her breath comes heavy and ragged, her pulse pounds with her desire.

"Oh Momo," she murmurs between nips. "Precious, wonderful, brilliant, beautiful girl."

"Sable~"

She didn't quite know what to do with her own hands before now, with her arms wrapped around Sable as if she would possibly need that support with Sable's strength, but...  Well, she has wanted to feel all those muscles ever since she first saw them, and with Sable grabbing her ass - much to her approval - well, surely turnabout is fair play!

Caressing Sable's muscles through her costume is a really great way to get tender, heated sighs out of her, if Momo wants those. Very nearly anywhere Momo could caress right now is going to get heated sighs at this point.

Sable nibbles her way lower, nipping at Momo's collarbone, then a bit further down to kiss and bite the soft swell of her breasts.

Momo does like it when Sable makes pretty noises!

She also likes it when Sable makes her make pretty noises, so she takes a moment, between lingering caresses that roam over Sable's back, to ensure that Sable has full access to the breasts she's kissing and biting, letting her costume's top fall to her waist.

Oh wow okay that's more than she expected for their literal first makeout, but she is not complaining. Fuck Momo's gorgeous.

She buries her face in Momo's breasts, nipping gently all across the sensitive skin. Her lips trail tenderly up Momo's right breast, swirling softly around her nipple, sucking and nipping, little moans spilling from her lips as she savors her love and enjoys her fingers trailing across her body.

If you had asked Momo about what might happen, before she kissed Sable and Sable started kissing her back, she probably wouldn't have expected this either.

That said, now that it's happening, she certainly doesn't regret it in the slightest.

(The pants are staying on, though.)

She had already felt an aching need building under Sable's kisses and nibbles, but as Sable trails inwards to a locus of those feelings, that need is only stoked higher - every kiss both a relief, and yet the source of a burning desire for more.

Sable keeps kissing, keeps biting, dotting the pale flesh of Momo's breasts with bite after red bite.

And then suddenly she has a thought, and shakes her head sheepishly at herself, before softly lowering Momo the rest of the way to the ground and then unzipping her own costume, peeling it down to her waist. 

She straddles Momo's hips and leans down, resuming her ravenous attack, kissing and sucking and nipping every inch, hands grabbing and caressing tenderly as she does.

Momo barely has room to string a thought together edgewise, with the impact Sable has upon her - but with Sable's breasts bare, and a moment where things aren't so much (in a very good way) to allow her to conceive it, the thought 'I bet she'd like if I touched them' drifts through her head in time to be acted upon as Sable follows her down - Sable is being so good to her; Momo very much intends upon returning the favor, now that there's an opportunity, with all the focus she can devote to the task.  And even with the way most of her thoughts are busy melting into a puddle, that's still quite a lot of focus.

Oh fuck okay. Apparently her new body is really sensitive. Momo's questing hands across her breasts glitch her brain hard enough that for a moment she just freezes, everything overwhelmed by soft fingers on sensitive skin.

And then she moans, low and languid. "Ohhh, Momo."

And then her brain boots back up enough and she dives into Momo's tits with redoubled intensity, lips and teeth and hands kissing and nipping and pinching adoringly, moans and gasps spilling from her throat.