[Between the two of them-- with Cellinia no doubt being the braver one-- any low-level cursed spirits they might happen across would be handled without a great deal of hassle. Mai would hope so, anyway, with how the other woman was definitely not bragging about knowing her way around a sword. They'd have a getaway car, at the very least, but Mai is sincerely hoping that their rendezvous isn't disrupted by some disgusting curse. The adrenaline rush from that might not be something that can be parlayed into exciting sex-- not for this first time together, anyway.
That's why, when the car races along these lesser-maintained roads, Mai's gaze is darting out the window with more attentiveness, and certainly more frustration. It isn't directed at Cellinia (though maybe just a smidge), but rather the distinct lack of interesting places to bring the vehicle to a halt at. Too much open space, not enough coverage. There is indeed a wooded area somewhere ahead, probably the most ideal place for them to conceal themselves in its shadows and revel in one another's bodies-- but can their obvious impatience wait another handful of minutes to get there?
Clearly, from the way Cellinia mutters in frustration something foreign to Mai's ears, whatever composure they're trying to keep alive is quickly dwindling. That desperate groan that escapes her lips sends a shiver down the girl's spine, almost goading her into touching her with a deeper intensity. Against her own wants, Mai swallows this urging, but promises herself that she'll be drawing more of those appetizing sounds the second this car rolls to a definitive stop.
Mai has no idea of the beastly thoughts racing furiously through that woman's mind-- her yearning to leave her filthy with love bites that'll soon border on the possessive kind, a manner of stealing the girl away from the clutches of her miserable life. Because, depressingly enough, Mai belongs to the Zen'in, even if they reject her wholeheartedly. If she had any inkling of what this might become, would she still chase it so recklessly? Chase Cellinia, who could very well become the knight that Mai had long since resigned herself to feeling would never come to rescue her? A complex question, to be sure, and frankly, Mai is better off unaware of how deep this could potentially go until it's far too late. Until she's claimed like the piece of meat she was ultimately bred to be-- though belonging to someone far more considerate than anyone her parents could possibly push her off onto.
Cellinia's question, not even bothering to conceal her longing, causes Mai's lips to spread into a devilish smirk.]
I knew it. You're a little exhibitionist, aren't you?
[Whether or not she's even remotely correct, Mai can't resist needling her accomplice just a little bit more, and laughing sardonically as she does. Leave it to a wild beast to quickly divest herself of the proper manner of doing these things in favor of satiating her baser needs immediately. Were it anyone other than the striking woman maneuvering them to their ultimate destination, Mai would wrinkle her nose and have no qualms about doling out an appropriately snarky insult. Cellinia ought to consider herself quite the lucky wolf, to be conveniently out of range of the girl's sharp-tongue. In one way, at least.]
Slow down.
[And just like that, Mai withdraws her arms completely from Cellinia's body. There is undoubtedly a fair amount of reluctance when she does. Mai consoles herself with the thought that, if Cellinia does as she's told, the wait to have their hands all over one another won't be very long at all. Mai is certainly looking forward to it, having those amber eyes on her and her alone, listening to that delicious voice murmuring things Mai definitely won't understand as she peppers her skin with hard kisses. The sorcerer wants to rake her fingers through those long strands of hair, tug a bit on her fluffy ears as she has her way with Cellinia-- because Mai won't just roll over and play the helpless chew toy. She intents on enjoying herself to the fullest, as well.]
There are probably a few clearings we could stop at. Unless you're needing it so badly that you just can't wait...
[She chews at her lip, half distracted while she slowly peels Cellinia's fingers from her thigh, freeing her hand to do whatever she needs to park them anywhere. Mai's words are projection, of course, because she wants it so terribly that the ache is bothering her something fierce.]
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Date: 2025-02-28 02:48 am (UTC)That's why, when the car races along these lesser-maintained roads, Mai's gaze is darting out the window with more attentiveness, and certainly more frustration. It isn't directed at Cellinia (though maybe just a smidge), but rather the distinct lack of interesting places to bring the vehicle to a halt at. Too much open space, not enough coverage. There is indeed a wooded area somewhere ahead, probably the most ideal place for them to conceal themselves in its shadows and revel in one another's bodies-- but can their obvious impatience wait another handful of minutes to get there?
Clearly, from the way Cellinia mutters in frustration something foreign to Mai's ears, whatever composure they're trying to keep alive is quickly dwindling. That desperate groan that escapes her lips sends a shiver down the girl's spine, almost goading her into touching her with a deeper intensity. Against her own wants, Mai swallows this urging, but promises herself that she'll be drawing more of those appetizing sounds the second this car rolls to a definitive stop.
Mai has no idea of the beastly thoughts racing furiously through that woman's mind-- her yearning to leave her filthy with love bites that'll soon border on the possessive kind, a manner of stealing the girl away from the clutches of her miserable life. Because, depressingly enough, Mai belongs to the Zen'in, even if they reject her wholeheartedly. If she had any inkling of what this might become, would she still chase it so recklessly? Chase Cellinia, who could very well become the knight that Mai had long since resigned herself to feeling would never come to rescue her? A complex question, to be sure, and frankly, Mai is better off unaware of how deep this could potentially go until it's far too late. Until she's claimed like the piece of meat she was ultimately bred to be-- though belonging to someone far more considerate than anyone her parents could possibly push her off onto.
Cellinia's question, not even bothering to conceal her longing, causes Mai's lips to spread into a devilish smirk.]
I knew it. You're a little exhibitionist, aren't you?
[Whether or not she's even remotely correct, Mai can't resist needling her accomplice just a little bit more, and laughing sardonically as she does. Leave it to a wild beast to quickly divest herself of the proper manner of doing these things in favor of satiating her baser needs immediately. Were it anyone other than the striking woman maneuvering them to their ultimate destination, Mai would wrinkle her nose and have no qualms about doling out an appropriately snarky insult. Cellinia ought to consider herself quite the lucky wolf, to be conveniently out of range of the girl's sharp-tongue. In one way, at least.]
Slow down.
[And just like that, Mai withdraws her arms completely from Cellinia's body. There is undoubtedly a fair amount of reluctance when she does. Mai consoles herself with the thought that, if Cellinia does as she's told, the wait to have their hands all over one another won't be very long at all. Mai is certainly looking forward to it, having those amber eyes on her and her alone, listening to that delicious voice murmuring things Mai definitely won't understand as she peppers her skin with hard kisses. The sorcerer wants to rake her fingers through those long strands of hair, tug a bit on her fluffy ears as she has her way with Cellinia-- because Mai won't just roll over and play the helpless chew toy. She intents on enjoying herself to the fullest, as well.]
There are probably a few clearings we could stop at. Unless you're needing it so badly that you just can't wait...
[She chews at her lip, half distracted while she slowly peels Cellinia's fingers from her thigh, freeing her hand to do whatever she needs to park them anywhere. Mai's words are projection, of course, because she wants it so terribly that the ache is bothering her something fierce.]