(don't you want to feel wanted, pretty lady, is what she thinks for a moment. they both were well beyond it. cellinia can admit that she's thought about it. that to want and feel that need would never change, to have an ache in oneself that never seemed to fade. that never left. a deep pit of it, but she's not voicing that. she isn't so fucked up to lie and tell herself that she's okay, she knows she isn't in some ways. yet right now, that felt like nothing. she wants, she needs. she wants a girl who felt crushed by the world, she wants a woman that she intends to treat more softly than whatever lovers she had before. than those around her ever did, be rough with her when she desires it, be tender when she needs it most.
she's quiet, at first, the way they're staring throughout this teasing. this mutual frustration. they're both waiting, they're starving. she's not bad at following orders when she has to yet that doesn't mean she's something tamed. she's all in that web and so easy to touch. to take hold of while they're fooling around before the good part. in which her teeth would be bared for her while they're in a far away place, neither side needed to think about it much. she shows it in her actions (she can even respond in her words, but she was always more someone who acts than talks) in how she's pressed up against her.
they had a meal waiting, a meal which was fraying her nerves more at the tease of her revolver, the barrel rubbing against her and that heat built up in her panties. the flesh there which was dripping wet were it to get closer, the way she groans at cold steel touching somewhere sensitive and aching. her claws threaten to dig a little more into her shoulders, but she's refraining for the sake of "behaving" instead of hurting her. then again, she might like seeing how she gets as a desperate beast. hungering and wild. feasting in how she'd rip clothing, more, from her if given the chance between that and the peck to her shoulder.)
I'll leave you plenty....for that display, bella signora.
(nowhere obvious, her neck can be covered in a few kisses and licks. she's not foolish enough to presume that mai wouldn't want to wear something cooler at times. her collar should be perfect, maybe along her breasts like she did to cellinia as her mind has the gears turn. she's got her permission. the permission that she didn't get earlier, anyway.
which leaves the rest when her chin is taken hold of, she's brought in closer. possession, she knows it and embraces it in that kiss between them. parted lips and a wolfish tongue licking into hers hungrily. with permission given, her hands work to start undoing that uniform that's in the way. to see the body of the girl she wants to claim and cover in her scent as her own.
she's careful about the buttons, about undoing them. not one popped (even if the thought of ripping it remains as a beast would) off in her skilled yet shaky fingers working at it. when the top is undone, cellinia only breaks the kiss briefly to help slide it down her shoulders. to run her calloused fingers along unblemished skin slowly, another tease in how they brush against it. knowing what mai might want, too of them.)
I'll kiss you wherever you want most, I'll likely not leave any spot untouched if I can help it.
(a lover, someone that knows too well the nature of the beast. someone that might never stop chasing her, cellinia is all hers. however long she wants a lover like her, it didn't matter. for that time she would be hers and only think about her.
from her touch to her voice when her lips are back against hers, deep and hungering, her hands brushing along exposed skin to get a feel for her better. the roughness is an interesting contrast to her softness, but that just makes it good for them, doesn't it?)
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Date: 2025-02-28 11:26 pm (UTC)she's quiet, at first, the way they're staring throughout this teasing. this mutual frustration. they're both waiting, they're starving. she's not bad at following orders when she has to yet that doesn't mean she's something tamed. she's all in that web and so easy to touch. to take hold of while they're fooling around before the good part. in which her teeth would be bared for her while they're in a far away place, neither side needed to think about it much. she shows it in her actions (she can even respond in her words, but she was always more someone who acts than talks) in how she's pressed up against her.
they had a meal waiting, a meal which was fraying her nerves more at the tease of her revolver, the barrel rubbing against her and that heat built up in her panties. the flesh there which was dripping wet were it to get closer, the way she groans at cold steel touching somewhere sensitive and aching. her claws threaten to dig a little more into her shoulders, but she's refraining for the sake of "behaving" instead of hurting her. then again, she might like seeing how she gets as a desperate beast. hungering and wild. feasting in how she'd rip clothing, more, from her if given the chance between that and the peck to her shoulder.)
I'll leave you plenty....for that display, bella signora.
(nowhere obvious, her neck can be covered in a few kisses and licks. she's not foolish enough to presume that mai wouldn't want to wear something cooler at times. her collar should be perfect, maybe along her breasts like she did to cellinia as her mind has the gears turn. she's got her permission. the permission that she didn't get earlier, anyway.
which leaves the rest when her chin is taken hold of, she's brought in closer. possession, she knows it and embraces it in that kiss between them. parted lips and a wolfish tongue licking into hers hungrily. with permission given, her hands work to start undoing that uniform that's in the way. to see the body of the girl she wants to claim and cover in her scent as her own.
she's careful about the buttons, about undoing them. not one popped (even if the thought of ripping it remains as a beast would) off in her skilled yet shaky fingers working at it. when the top is undone, cellinia only breaks the kiss briefly to help slide it down her shoulders. to run her calloused fingers along unblemished skin slowly, another tease in how they brush against it. knowing what mai might want, too of them.)
I'll kiss you wherever you want most, I'll likely not leave any spot untouched if I can help it.
(a lover, someone that knows too well the nature of the beast. someone that might never stop chasing her, cellinia is all hers. however long she wants a lover like her, it didn't matter. for that time she would be hers and only think about her.
from her touch to her voice when her lips are back against hers, deep and hungering, her hands brushing along exposed skin to get a feel for her better. the roughness is an interesting contrast to her softness, but that just makes it good for them, doesn't it?)