You don't like performing for a crowd? But I bet they'd love to get an eyeful of you.
[It goes without saying that Cellinia has quite an enviable figure beneath her casual clothes-- Mai's hands and eyes have concluded as much from the contact she's made thus far. Her fingers still tingle in delight from feeling her up earlier, the heat from her thighs a taunting ghost on Mai's skin. The woman's slender yet well-trained body leaves no question that she'd be a veritable delight to watch taking her pleasure from whoever was lucky to find themselves beneath her. Too bad for any would-be spectators, though. They only wish they could see the way she'll make good on her promise to get on her knees for this new lover. Mai revels in the fact that it'll be her eyes that get to feast on everything that's hidden by the fabric. Very, very soon, if she gets to have her way.]
What-- you want a compliment on your self-restraint? [She lifts her chin a bit to cast a mocking look down in Cellinia's direction.] I don't see the point, when you're just gonna let loose as soon as I give you the go-ahead.
[That kiss-- their first kiss together-- is but an introduction to the permission Mai will give. The frustration is mutual, expressed in the way their lips crush against one another's, parting quickly to intensify the contact almost immediately. Ah, but the flood of relief is mutual, as well, evident in the way Mai sighs pleasurably in these initial kisses. Her heart still races, of course, but finally having Cellinia like this is like a salve to her fried nerves.
Faint wisps of tobacco dance along Cellinia's tongue, an acrid flavor offered to Mai when she welcomes the woman deeper into her mouth. She can discern the sweet chocolate from the shared pocky, as well-- a distinct combination that only serves to cement this moment more firmly in her memory. Despite herself, Mai doesn't wrinkle her nose at the taste, nor does she pull away and make some catty remark in disgust.
So, this is what Cellinia tastes like.
A pretty summer memory, marked by nicotine and pocky sticks. Cradled in the low and sensual music that purrs in the background of this initial exploration.
Oh-- but it looks like Cellinia has a deeper kind of exploration on her mind, one spurred by the restlessness she has no doubt been suffering with for the entire car ride here. Mai breaks their kiss, separating just enough to grin against her lips.]
Ah...
[Swiftly, the cool barrel of her revolver digs lightly into her partner's torso, right below her breast and against the bone of her rib. Almost coquettishly, Mai flutters her eyelashes up at Cellinia, though her voice still bears a cheeky cadence to it.]
You didn't even ask if you could undress me, yet.
[Gently, she places a kiss at the corner of the woman's mouth, a stark juxtaposition to what she's doing with the weapon in her grasp. The demand that comes from her lips next is a low murmur, every bit as sweet and salacious as she intends.]
You first, Cellinia. Give me something good to look at...
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Date: 2025-02-28 09:20 am (UTC)[It goes without saying that Cellinia has quite an enviable figure beneath her casual clothes-- Mai's hands and eyes have concluded as much from the contact she's made thus far. Her fingers still tingle in delight from feeling her up earlier, the heat from her thighs a taunting ghost on Mai's skin. The woman's slender yet well-trained body leaves no question that she'd be a veritable delight to watch taking her pleasure from whoever was lucky to find themselves beneath her. Too bad for any would-be spectators, though. They only wish they could see the way she'll make good on her promise to get on her knees for this new lover. Mai revels in the fact that it'll be her eyes that get to feast on everything that's hidden by the fabric. Very, very soon, if she gets to have her way.]
What-- you want a compliment on your self-restraint? [She lifts her chin a bit to cast a mocking look down in Cellinia's direction.] I don't see the point, when you're just gonna let loose as soon as I give you the go-ahead.
[That kiss-- their first kiss together-- is but an introduction to the permission Mai will give. The frustration is mutual, expressed in the way their lips crush against one another's, parting quickly to intensify the contact almost immediately. Ah, but the flood of relief is mutual, as well, evident in the way Mai sighs pleasurably in these initial kisses. Her heart still races, of course, but finally having Cellinia like this is like a salve to her fried nerves.
Faint wisps of tobacco dance along Cellinia's tongue, an acrid flavor offered to Mai when she welcomes the woman deeper into her mouth. She can discern the sweet chocolate from the shared pocky, as well-- a distinct combination that only serves to cement this moment more firmly in her memory. Despite herself, Mai doesn't wrinkle her nose at the taste, nor does she pull away and make some catty remark in disgust.
So, this is what Cellinia tastes like.
A pretty summer memory, marked by nicotine and pocky sticks. Cradled in the low and sensual music that purrs in the background of this initial exploration.
Oh-- but it looks like Cellinia has a deeper kind of exploration on her mind, one spurred by the restlessness she has no doubt been suffering with for the entire car ride here. Mai breaks their kiss, separating just enough to grin against her lips.]
Ah...
[Swiftly, the cool barrel of her revolver digs lightly into her partner's torso, right below her breast and against the bone of her rib. Almost coquettishly, Mai flutters her eyelashes up at Cellinia, though her voice still bears a cheeky cadence to it.]
You didn't even ask if you could undress me, yet.
[Gently, she places a kiss at the corner of the woman's mouth, a stark juxtaposition to what she's doing with the weapon in her grasp. The demand that comes from her lips next is a low murmur, every bit as sweet and salacious as she intends.]
You first, Cellinia. Give me something good to look at...