[Maybe she shouldn't feel a little bit of delight in Cellinia's admission that Mai's hypothetical rejection would wound her, but she can't resist swelling in pride at being told that she is so desperately wanted in this moment. With as far as they've both come, having made it to this absolute point of no return, it would be certain torture were Mai to cut it short just to prove some unnecessary pettiness. Besides, it'd be a lie. How could the two of them not be well-matched in how ardently they want to feel the other's body under their hands?]
You wanna know that I want you, just as badly, hm?
[Her words are purposely vague, a half-admission that the feeling is indeed mutual. Those little love bites should be proof enough-- having been placed with more care than a dismissive partner would offer. Mai isn't a brute who would bite hard enough, recklessly enough to break skin right from the get-go (though maybe in the throes of heightened passion, who knows?). She knows well enough how to build up the tease, stirring up a delectable frustration in whoever gets caught in her conniving little web. And Cellinia, well, she's caught rather beautifully in those sticky little strands, all but saying to Mai that she won't leave this clearing without having her fill of the girl. The grip on her shoulders, becoming tighter as Mai works a mark into the flesh of her chest, tells her everything she needs to know.]
But I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't. Come on, I know you're smarter than that. [A small peck at her shoulder, before she sits up a bit straighter.] Unless my little puppy is absolutely hopeless for a bit of appreciation...?
[With a flirty hum, Mai lowers her eyes to the bare skin of Cellinia's stomach, down to the scar at her hip, and lower still to the unfastened button of her shorts. Mai's handiwork. A mischievous glint dances in her eyes as she drags the gun's barrel along the waistband, daring to dip the muzzle beneath the fabric as she teases the flesh between the woman's hips.]
How's this, then?
[Withdrawing the revolver from its temporary playground, and settling it atop her own lap, Mai levels her gaze with those beastly eyes watching for her next move, waiting for permission to collect on what she has been so generously promised. She takes Cellinia's chin in her hand, a light grip, but one that betrays a possessive intention of her own.]
Go ahead-- I'll let you undress me. You've already seen how much my uniform covers, so you know where not to leave anything obvious.
[Mai brings them together again for another deep kiss, her lidded eyes still trained on her lover's, and a sly smile still playing on her lips.]
I'll admit it-- you've been pretty good for me, following my orders without talking back. [A little snicker slips between their locking lips.] And I did say that you could kiss me anywhere you'd like, after...
[Her way of declaring "I'm all yours" to the beautiful and very restless woman in her hold.]
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Date: 2025-02-28 10:48 pm (UTC)You wanna know that I want you, just as badly, hm?
[Her words are purposely vague, a half-admission that the feeling is indeed mutual. Those little love bites should be proof enough-- having been placed with more care than a dismissive partner would offer. Mai isn't a brute who would bite hard enough, recklessly enough to break skin right from the get-go (though maybe in the throes of heightened passion, who knows?). She knows well enough how to build up the tease, stirring up a delectable frustration in whoever gets caught in her conniving little web. And Cellinia, well, she's caught rather beautifully in those sticky little strands, all but saying to Mai that she won't leave this clearing without having her fill of the girl. The grip on her shoulders, becoming tighter as Mai works a mark into the flesh of her chest, tells her everything she needs to know.]
But I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't. Come on, I know you're smarter than that. [A small peck at her shoulder, before she sits up a bit straighter.] Unless my little puppy is absolutely hopeless for a bit of appreciation...?
[With a flirty hum, Mai lowers her eyes to the bare skin of Cellinia's stomach, down to the scar at her hip, and lower still to the unfastened button of her shorts. Mai's handiwork. A mischievous glint dances in her eyes as she drags the gun's barrel along the waistband, daring to dip the muzzle beneath the fabric as she teases the flesh between the woman's hips.]
How's this, then?
[Withdrawing the revolver from its temporary playground, and settling it atop her own lap, Mai levels her gaze with those beastly eyes watching for her next move, waiting for permission to collect on what she has been so generously promised. She takes Cellinia's chin in her hand, a light grip, but one that betrays a possessive intention of her own.]
Go ahead-- I'll let you undress me. You've already seen how much my uniform covers, so you know where not to leave anything obvious.
[Mai brings them together again for another deep kiss, her lidded eyes still trained on her lover's, and a sly smile still playing on her lips.]
I'll admit it-- you've been pretty good for me, following my orders without talking back. [A little snicker slips between their locking lips.] And I did say that you could kiss me anywhere you'd like, after...
[Her way of declaring "I'm all yours" to the beautiful and very restless woman in her hold.]