(this patch of woods almost reminds her of the more forested areas around the motherland, almost. it only doesn't entirely from the rather obvious differences, this wasn't covered in rain and suffering as always thought about it. the bumps and unpaved road were nothing to her, she had something she desired. something that a little bumpy raid was more than worth the effort of carrying onward through the woods. through it when she began to feel herself practically having to fight it down more at that remark about not wanting her to show off. she's not so foolish to do it in front of people, or rather that close. they'd find out too easily even if cellinia is excellent at keeping it down.
wild animal or not, she's good at it. she's got in mind what she's after and what she needs most. what she's hungering for. the car during her taunts, the edge to her voice carries on while her mind is thinking more about it. about the indecent things, about how she'd sound possibly underneath her with those barbed words and nails digging into her back. what she could even say more while cellinia goes lower, goes to pepper her in licks and kisses. how her tongue has a desire of its own to taste her and occupy her mouth on her body in whatever form she can get.
a little too naturally, whenever she looks over at mai while the car slows to a halt. the engine is quiet, but she turns the keys so the radio stays on and the air stays going for the sake of them not being too overheated on a summer day. she's got enough of a brain to consider that whether she's aroused or not.)
I'd only do that if we were hidden somewhere, not in a car. Don't like giving people a show.
(that was why she passed up the residential area, too risky in its own ways. she wants her to herself for this. never mind the comment about her pretending she's so tamed, the words she wants to bite back with die on her tongue whenever she's brought and jerked forward the moment her seatbelt comes off. her coat was an easy grab, she hadn't removed it yet, in case if she had to stop somewhere to pick up something for her in the meantime. they're face to face, their breath hot against one another's lips while cellinia is held firm and close. that look in her eyes doesn't fade a single bit, not the way she's craving it.
the way feels that beast in her raging, wanting out.)
That a complaint? About something wild wanting to be wild when it has those chances, about how much of a struggle it is whenever you were right next to me and so easy to reach over to touch at any time?
(that's as far as she gets, breathing out the words before that greedy and hard kiss is met with her own. frustrated, hungry, and feeling a flood of relief that she was able to finally do it. her lips crushed to mai's while she shifts closer, coming across the center console like she promised to be in her lap. the radio plays on in the background (i'm good, i'm good, i'm great.... playing lowly) along as a backdrop to their making out.
to cellinia reaching to start undoing that uniform of mai's, there's enough care to not rip anything when she goes for the top half first. her fingers working frantically, in their skill, to feel her more. to get a better feel of her in general, she can behave later. that's what her eyes say, she doesn't want to behave. she wants to occupy her mouth with her body. she wants to worship her in place of a god that she'd stop believing in ever since she left the motherland.
between her thighs, like now from lips to lips in how she groans for her. desperate, a low growl rumbling in her throat again at the taste. the taste was worth it, the wait was worth it, but that wasn't enough. it's never enough. she needs more, she needs far too much for that ravenous beast she calls her appetite of this woman.
just like how she won't dare leave a single place unkissed along her body.)
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Date: 2025-02-28 06:47 am (UTC)wild animal or not, she's good at it. she's got in mind what she's after and what she needs most. what she's hungering for. the car during her taunts, the edge to her voice carries on while her mind is thinking more about it. about the indecent things, about how she'd sound possibly underneath her with those barbed words and nails digging into her back. what she could even say more while cellinia goes lower, goes to pepper her in licks and kisses. how her tongue has a desire of its own to taste her and occupy her mouth on her body in whatever form she can get.
a little too naturally, whenever she looks over at mai while the car slows to a halt. the engine is quiet, but she turns the keys so the radio stays on and the air stays going for the sake of them not being too overheated on a summer day. she's got enough of a brain to consider that whether she's aroused or not.)
I'd only do that if we were hidden somewhere, not in a car. Don't like giving people a show.
(that was why she passed up the residential area, too risky in its own ways. she wants her to herself for this. never mind the comment about her pretending she's so tamed, the words she wants to bite back with die on her tongue whenever she's brought and jerked forward the moment her seatbelt comes off. her coat was an easy grab, she hadn't removed it yet, in case if she had to stop somewhere to pick up something for her in the meantime. they're face to face, their breath hot against one another's lips while cellinia is held firm and close. that look in her eyes doesn't fade a single bit, not the way she's craving it.
the way feels that beast in her raging, wanting out.)
That a complaint? About something wild wanting to be wild when it has those chances, about how much of a struggle it is whenever you were right next to me and so easy to reach over to touch at any time?
(that's as far as she gets, breathing out the words before that greedy and hard kiss is met with her own. frustrated, hungry, and feeling a flood of relief that she was able to finally do it. her lips crushed to mai's while she shifts closer, coming across the center console like she promised to be in her lap. the radio plays on in the background (i'm good, i'm good, i'm great.... playing lowly) along as a backdrop to their making out.
to cellinia reaching to start undoing that uniform of mai's, there's enough care to not rip anything when she goes for the top half first. her fingers working frantically, in their skill, to feel her more. to get a better feel of her in general, she can behave later. that's what her eyes say, she doesn't want to behave. she wants to occupy her mouth with her body. she wants to worship her in place of a god that she'd stop believing in ever since she left the motherland.
between her thighs, like now from lips to lips in how she groans for her. desperate, a low growl rumbling in her throat again at the taste. the taste was worth it, the wait was worth it, but that wasn't enough. it's never enough. she needs more, she needs far too much for that ravenous beast she calls her appetite of this woman.
just like how she won't dare leave a single place unkissed along her body.)