(the location sent to her was easy to find. her car had pulled up not long ago (before she left, she did shoot off a reply, a simple "on my way") in wait. the tinted windows make it hard to see her, but she did step out to lean against the driver side door to make it less of a challenge to pick out her and her car. texas was calm as ever, her jacket this time had its hood pulled up (though it did little to stop those wolf ears from sticking out) while she waits. she's chewing on another stick of pocky, half to help get the taste of nicotine down and the other half to avoid lighting up another cigarette so soon.
as suspected, the big bad wolf was not one to back down from challenges. neither side seemed interested in doing that, texas personally was curious on what her new "friend" looks like. she did show her earlier how she looks, though she muses that it didn't matter. she'd find out soon, she can still be patient there.)
....since I realized I forgot, call me Cellinia.
(foreign name, foreign woman with sharp yet handsome features. mai has hit quite the jackpot, especially since she chose to refrain from having her use her last name (if they'll be intimate, cellinia is better even for a hookup more than texas) for a good enough reason. best not to have her react poorly enough to question what the hell kind of name is "texas" over her actual one.
nobody seemed around, which is helpful while the soft crunch of her chewing her pocky stick fills the air. her eyes are watching, the piercing look of them scanning the road and everything while wondering if she would have been able to go on a more personal hunt for this girl. probably not, not without a face at most to have an idea on who she is. her scent would have helped, but her classmate left little room to catch that better earlier when they had just missed seeing one another face to face.
hormones aside, the chocolate is helping her not be too fixated or focused. not right now, anyway. she'll likely later show this girl how much of a mistake they both had made, with the way their flirting went and how texas was making it clear in a way she's not so easy to tame.
or perhaps more than that whenever her ears straighten out from being relaxed, the sharpness of them poking out more from her hood before turning her head in the direction she hears footsteps from. another perk, she's always alert. anything can wake her too as an additional bonus (plus her sense of smell being stronger than the average) while she stares calmly with an unreadable expression. that pocky stick hanging out of her lips, almost like a cigarette itself.)
[The farther one walks from the central buildings of the Kyoto campus, the more of an eerie hush settles on the surrounding land. On a normal day, Mai would hate making the trek alone, preferring anyone's company-- even that oaf, Todo's. Who knows what would be lurking about? Even if the barrier maintained around the school should keep out anything unsavory, Mai just can't shake the deep-seated anxiety that accompanies a solitary trip where curses might be lying in wait.
At least, that's the excuse she casts over her rapidly beating heart, reluctant to give credit to the promising encounter waiting for her just beyond the school grounds. The text that she received in reply signaled that the courier was equally impatient to finally meet face to face. That's enough to heighten any nerves, making Mai tense in certain places, ache hungrily in others. It's hot, she's hot, in spite of the crisp air breezing through the centuries-old trees surrounding an overlooked path leading to their rendezvous point. Goosebumps rise on her skin, anywhere that's not covered by her rather flattering summer uniform. A final buzz on her phone-- ah, she has a name now, to that handsome face she'll no doubt have looking up at her in due time. But Mai leaves that text unanswered, deciding she'll properly introduce herself while she watches the woman drink in the sight of her for the first time. She'll delight in it, having this upper hand.
A lone car waits at the spot indicated, leaving no question as to whom it belongs. It's made even more obvious by the figure leaning casually against the door, who, in spite of the hood over her head, looks every bit like the photo she had sent the sorcerer not too long before. Mai won't say it out loud-- not just yet-- but she looks even more impressive in person. Maybe it's because it's palpable now, the promise of something delicious and dangerous. And this is the woman she aims to take it from.]
There you are.
[She strolls up closer, keeping a modest amount of distance between the two of them. It's mostly so Mai can watch Texas get an eyeful of her charming figure embraced by the dark fabric of her uniform, the dress slashed stylishly up to her thighs. There's also the desire to let her own eyes trail up and down the other woman, taking in the details formerly unseen in the single photo she now keeps on her phone. Suffice to say, she likes what she sees.]
Cellinia.
[She tries out that name, rolling it over her tongue with a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. It's a pretty enough name. Does she anticipate it falling from her lips in the throes of passion? Who can say, but Texas would be ever so fortunate if that ended up being the case. Still, the way Mai purrs her name ought to plant that seed, if only a tiny bit.]
The name's Mai.
[Likewise, she omits her family name. What would it matter, anyway, to a civilian?]
(as expected, she did like what she was seeing. a little too much, taking in the sight with those eyes. predatory and dangerous themselves, but restrained. the amber of them pleased while she pauses chewing her confectionery treat. hearing her name like that isn't helping where her head's going. the purr of it while they're both knowing what they had done this for. they chose to take that plunge and cellinia herself decided to come and meet her, what mai gets is the sight of toned arms peeking out of that jacket. a sleeveless turtleneck, a nice pair of shorts with tights running up her legs, and a pair of boots. her own clothes are more masculine than femme in looks, fitting for her rather striking appearance to most. she wasn't there to do something so terrible as take unsuspecting students and be rid of them, she's got another thing on her mind.
since they're here together, it's only fitting that she takes in mind mai's looks. her scent, the way it makes those eyes slightly dark with the thoughts she has. they're both feeling that heat on this lovely day, a soft chew and crunch of her pocky stick is there as it nibbles down further in thought then:)
....a lot better than imagining it.
(her voice is on the colder side, that softness only a stoic can have yet there's a strength to it. a clear tone while she speaks, unlike most who are stoic she's anything but shy. and even anything other than timid. that's nothing that fits texas, cellinia is far too bold when she has to be which is another thing that sticks to her. a little bit too well in how she can look good doing it, attention grabbing in everything down to that fluffy tail that's resting calmly at her side before she straightens out from her casual lean.
they're both liking what they're seeing, a little too much. the pink undertones of her black hair do stick out as another thing from that ponytail she had to tie her hair back into. the unruly high one that's beneath the hood of her jacket when she also notices that smirk. fucking hell, she does look a little too attractive with a smirk on her lips. a cocky little one like she knows what she wants, what she's getting.)
Where to then, Mai?
(she sounds it out slowly, slower than she would have with using her other language. a tease. she could even say her name later, sooner rather than later too, depending on what happens in the car. didn't matter if it was here, if they went back to cellinia's apartment. anywhere, she doubts they'll keep their hands off each other long enough, with the way that fire got lit up within them.
which does also leave room for anything to happen during a drive, texas is the one that has to drive them (and her hands would be busy) on the way to whatever destination she had in mind.)
[Because, really, Mai has always been aware of her own looks. Sure, there's someone else out there who has her face, the same hazel eyes framed by long, pretty lashes. But that person, despite the genes they share, doesn't have the soft beauty that Mai boasts. Smooth skin that's mostly unblemished by cuts or bruises from sparring (ugh, now that's certainly a choice), a trained air of femininity that no doubt came from years of watching the women in her family-- sad, pitiful examples, but she wasn't about to run with the boys like her sister did. It's all Mai has, so it's what she's learned to work with and use to her advantage when the mood strikes.
Likewise, she's pleased with what her eyes gaze upon-- that slender yet strong body clad in a manner that shows off little but suggests plenty. A cool beauty that is more than easy to look at, and not even the hint of fluffy ears nor the tail she sports detracts from her attractiveness. The woman looks plenty human, anyway, though her wolfish eyes stir an odd attraction pooling deep within Mai. No doubt Cellinia can smell the certain kind of need permeating from her flesh. It would mortify Mai if she knew-- or maybe it'd be another thing to use to her liking, who knows?]
Where to...?
[Mai echoes the question posed to her, rubbing her fingertips delicately over her chin in mock thoughtfulness. She shifts on her feet, her eyes raking over the vehicle behind Cellinia. So she's offering her a ride, is she? In more ways than one, of course. Tempting, the thought that they can just disappear to any place Mai desires.]
Anywhere I want? Well, I'm not interested in screwing out here in the open, if that's supposed to be an option.
[She decides to speak bluntly-- one of her best traits, if anyone asks.]
But I can't exactly sneak you into my room, here. And I'm not dumb enough to go to a stranger's place on the first date.
[A sharp laugh, because this is far from a date, and what they're planning on doing would almost definitely be called "dumb" by anyone sane enough to know what Mai is getting up to.]
(she can smell it, the need. the want in it, her eyes are trained directly on mai even while letting her think this over and even take in more of cellinia's own body. she has her share of scars underneath that tank top from years spent fighting, but that's a given. she did tell her that she's good enough with a blade to cut down bullets, snipers even that were set up to kill the members of her familiga or others around without a second thought. like it was natural. then again, they've also used her more strikingly handsome looks to their advantage as necessary when the emperor decided someone had to be sneaky.
someone that wasn't a cutesy idol who would get more attention than a cool beauty who knows how to keep people far away from her, even with the way some might be attracted to it. such as now. now with her catching that need and arousal too easily, the attraction behind it whenever she mentions not wanting to do this in the open. thought so. cellinia likes risk, but she isn't about to let them get caught quickly by fucking her in the backseat or up front if they did it this close to a public area. semi-public was better for that kind of stakes.
which is part of why after a brief thoughtful beat of her own, she reaches to tug back her jacket hood and open the passenger side door for mai. the car itself is nice, foreign export. looks about like some rich big shot bought it for whatever purposes they needed from the design, might be a bmw.)
We'll go on a drive then, pull over whenever we see a nice spot.
(cellinia this time, would behave. this time. she won't speed unless mai wants to see her drive that fast, in which case she'd oblige for that heat and adrenaline rush. that need, that both sides might not leave for a bit while they're like this. for a luxury car, it's going to be comfortable and fast. the air even is humming quietly and her radio is heard playing foreign music of its own.
she likes blunt, admittedly. blunt gets to the point, and cellinia is the sort of woman that prefers it like that. that's part of how she got her ice queen nickname, due to her directness and demeanor. her refusal to sugarcoat when it comes down to it, they've seen it often and have been caught off guard by her being so ruthless almost whenever it's a fight in some things she'd say. calling her enemies "weaklings" for running, was almost certainly a surprise for those that hadn't known.)
And I'll behave enough with driving, for now, unless someone wants to see it.
(best not to let that go unsaid, right? she won't disagree to speeding down roads, but she's got enough of a brain to know when and when not to do it. first "date" aside, they'll need to at least partially treat it like one. besides, she isn't going to force mai back to her apartment.
that's begging for too much trouble in itself while she chews her now half finished pocky stick away. unsurprisingly, she left the box of it in the center with her cigarettes and lighter. cellinia doubts mai would want to smoke (much less be around it) so the pocky should be fine enough to share as she's always done.)
[When Cellinia moves to open the passenger door, it earns her Maiās delicately raised eyebrows and a deepening of that sly smile. There is no 'thanksā uttered for the womanās good manners, but at the same time, Maiās acknowledgement of the gesture is tucked away and filed amongst the tidbits of information with which sheās painting a mental picture of her new ācompanion.ā It all falls beneath the umbrella that she wants Mai, and is willing to play the chivalrous role in this little prelude.
At the core of it, Mai likes being treated like sheās special. She knows, deep down, that she really isnātā thanks to her parents for never failing to remind her, thanks to the world she was bound irrevocably to by virtue of that miserable family name. Mai is a walking contradiction, and her superiority complex is currently puffing out its chest while smothering her inferiority complex beneath its feetā until the scales inevitably tip, anyway.
For now, though, sheāll revel in the fact that sheās currently sitting in a luxurious vehicleā much nicer than whatever cars are used by the school staff for missionsā even if she knows that there will be a price to be paid at the end of it. Oh, but even the thought of that doesnāt erase the self-satisfied curve on her lips. Give and take is the law of the world, after all.]
Donāt bother taking the main roads, then. Unless youāre trying to show me off.
[Itās not a terrible thought, but it borders on defeating the purpose of what theyāre meeting for at this time. Mai gives Cellinia a slow once over as soon as she settles into the driverās seat. So this is what she looks like at the wheel, as assured as she can be, especially if the work she hints at is as high-stakes as it sounds. This is just one of many thrills she enjoys, isnāt it? They hardly know a thing about the other aside from physical intentionsā Mai almost asks how many other pretty girls have buckled in next to Cellinia for a drive to who-knows-where, but decides against it in favor of snooping around the front seat. The lilting music fills the momentary silence between the two of them, and Mai quickly finds what sheās looking for: the womanās personal effects, the things that shed a bit of light into the person beneath the cool exterior. Her hand brushes aside the cigarette case dismissivelyā the scent of smoke clings faintly to the carās interior, anywayā and drags a few sticks of pocky from its box to bring to her lips.]
Oh, donāt bother trying to be a good girl for me. I donāt mind going a little fast.
[Thereās that edge to her voice, the one that can skew her words towards a meaning thatās either literal or suggestive. In truth, she has no idea what sheās asking for if the driverās earlier warnings are to be believed. She might just rescind her opinion on a bit of speed being healthy, exciting. For now, sheāll content herself with nibbling on the chocolate, crossing one leg over the other in a not-so-subtle show of skin from beneath the slit of her uniform. The revolver she daringly promised to use remains snug in its holster, but certainly within reach should the need arise.]
(that was simply manners, manners she was taught as a child. the older man, her grandfather, wished to instill her in something right. something more than what her father could have taught her, he raised her more himself with the wish that she carried the traditions, the integrity of the motherland. the honor which it once had. the truth is that it's been gone for quite some time, those values and more. that would never change that she would treat a woman like something special. it can be poisonous for those who want to avoid it the longer it goes, how she might make them feel like they're only hers. which is true. if she did allow herself to go that far, she might even be more fierce in how protective she gets. because that would be her lover, her mate.
her one she desires most while she gets comfortable on the driver's side, it's a good car that they'll be in. tinted windows and comfortable seats, contradictions however, is something cellinia knows too well. she herself is one, running away and yet knowing before her past would catch up to her. it has, in many ways, had dragged her around more than she'd talk about to a stranger. the death of a father is one thing, the family is another. all it took was the life of her grandfather to make her snap, to cause her to leave and set fire to what once had been a prestigious bloodline. becoming a lone wolf, even.
in the eyes of her countrymen she's undeserving of anything more than their sneers, insults, and unhappy expressions. lone wolves carry their own scents. her fellow people know it, and they never take kindly to one exiled by the pack.
even if it's for a reason like cellinia's actions. no main roads, that's easy. she knows the back roads and it's not like they're in a rush to show off. mai might not want to be seen hanging off her arm just yet, if ever. while she reaches for the chocolate pocky that cellinia kept out, cellinia is unfazed that was her choice. she'll have to remember to get other flavors another time again.)
Alright, back roads and a little speed.
(she can take it as both by her own tones edge, even if she likely would never answer the question about how many women she's had in her car. that's more her not wanting to blab about it, she's good at keeping secrets for a reason, and it isn't as though she had too many in her car. not for anything more than work obligations. one of them can't fight, it's up to her and the others to keep her safe on the job as a necessity once the car begins to take off. the speed it reaches while she aims for the back roads, the more calmer parts of the area isn't too unhealthy. the number seventy-five pops up whenever she makes her way through, no other cars for now, a quiet road, and music playing between them.
she'll have to see if that revolver gets used, eventually, when it catches her eye before her focus falls back on the road. one hand on the wheel, the other resting at her side in her own confidence as a driver.
[Once Cellinia agrees to Mai's firm suggestions, the younger girl settles more into the leather seat and allows the hum of the engine to match the hum of her nerves. Her fingers flex against the center console as they pull away from this nondescript meeting spot, away from the safety of what's familiar, and towards someplace still unknown to them. Her gaze is fixed on the campus grounds retreating in the sideview mirror, until there's nothing left but a wall of trees and the occasional religious statuette dotting the worn path.
See you later...
Mai is accustomed to the main roads, somewhat, often watching them pass by swiftly while in the backseat and on her way towards some low-level mission. The backroads, on the other hand, are considerably less familiar. It lends to the overall sentiment of this whole thing-- that there's nothing routine about this, no protocol to follow. Of course there isn't. Why would there be?]
I'm rolling down the window.
[There's a clear lack of permission being sought out-- typical Mai. Will her driver take issue with it? She seems so calm, so mentally collected, that it tempts Mai to want to disrupt that placid surface. As the wind tousles her dark hair, she'll chew on ways to get that reaction, to watch her own agitation finally mirrored in the unfazed woman focused on the empty road before them.
There aren't any complaints with the speed Cellinia chooses to drive at. It's admittedly a bit faster than Mai is used to from the handful of car rides she's taken, but not enough to fry her nerves or spark her temper. Unfortunately-- or fortunately?-- for the woman, that leaves Mai's mind to latch onto other things. The miniscule distance between them, now, for instance. The practiced ease with which Cellinia maneuvers them down barely-populated streets, her single hand clutching the steering wheel. Mai's eyes narrow a bit as she catches herself staring a bit too long. Without intending to, her gaze drops to the unoccupied hand idling at her side.
She could reach out and touch that hand if she wants to, grip her wrist, find out if there's any strength beneath. She could, but should she? Some would say it's inadvisable to mess with someone who's driving. They would certainly be correct, but... when has Mai ever heeded the advice of anyone wiser than her?
So, she lets her hand creep its way over, splaying her fingers over the top of Cellinia's.]
You know, I'm surprised, Cellinia.
[A barely concealed taunt dances in her tone.]
You're a lot more composed than I expected. You better not have spoiled your appetite.
[There-- that tiny bit of snark should help Mai temper her own nerves, some.]
(underneath the surface, her mind is traveling over a thousand miles per minute. that urge is there, it hasn't left. she's good at hiding it, and always was known for being difficult to read. not the easiest to predict, too. the passing of statuettes and empty roads was doing little to help her not focus on what's been on her mind. what she wants to do, what she hasn't done from taking it a bit slow. slow enough that it's going to fray her patience further by the rope (knowing her self-restraint has always been excellent) thanks to that. consequences, there's going to be a fair bit of them as she looks in mai's direction at her saying she would roll down the window.
that's fine, nothing she minds, before her attention goes back to the road. tempered, focused, and a little too cooler than most would like. they aren't that far apart, she can reach over any time with that hand of hers and make a grab. the problem is that she's also, as mentioned, a patient hunter. practiced in every part of it. prey is prey, something to savor and enjoy everything of down to the last drop.
while mai starts to wonder how to get under her skin more, cellinia begins to go over locations. anywhere that might be better than an open road for what they intend to do. there's a few, she isn't going to take her to some sleazy love hotel as a nice enough perk to their meeting. she'd rather get doused in alcohol again than deal with that kind of trouble that those might bring.
which is why her thoughts pause, mai's hand over hers, the taunt there and everything. ah? for that moment, her eyes are back on her, half off the road as the wolfish look to them takes a more predatory stare. hungering, waiting, watching before that hand grips mai's briefly. there's strength in it, the roughness of her fingers and palm from the calluses built up on it. like she had said, she held a sword for years and was well practiced with it in both hands before she releases her hand. no, she knows what she wants to do and this is another mistake on their growing list where they ignore the advice of those saner before them.
road safety and the like, not to fool around while speeding whenever that same hand makes its way over to take hold of an exposed thigh. to run her fingers along it slowly, teasing. were her patience any lower, she might even start to snarl. she isn't yet, but it's obvious her eyes are showing it. that cellinia does have a limit to that patience she's displaying.)
Do you really think I'd spoil it so easily, Mai?
(that edge to her voice is prominent, her skilled fingers aren't moving any higher yet. isn't it more up to the guest to set the pace? maybe, but she does find it impossible to ignore that urge with the way she starts to let them roam bit by bit. along her skin, soft and unblemished in comparison to cellinia's own along her upper body. snarky taunts might not affect her the way it would some, but it does do things to her hearing the way she talks.
cellinia can admit as much whenever she's hearing her more, the voice and everything. it's enough to make her feel crazy. that assurance, like she's in control even when she might not be. attractive. attractive enough that she wants to see what she looks like when she's in pleasure, whenever this wild beast who acts tamed is between her legs or more than that with her teeth marking her in places they'd solely know about as she mentioned before.
how uncivilized of her to think about pinning her on some roadside in the middle of nowhere, to that seat of hers while that radio keeps going on playing in the background.)
I assure you, it's anything but spoiled, ragazza.
(purred out lowly, a hunger to her tone that's barely restrained. the growl in her throat rumbling over each word. oh, that must have been a mistake indeed.
[In truth, Mai really ought to have known what she was getting into-- teasing a wolf the second she received her photo even after the task was fulfilled. Of course there are consequences to prodding a hunger that far outclasses her own human brand. Where Cellinia can boast a near-impeccable self-restraint, Mai is akin to a child throwing whatever flammable scraps she can get her greedy hands on into the fire until it wants to rage outside of its confines. The type who laughs triumphantly to themselves while feeling on top of the world, a veritable queen, until she realizes what the pursuit of petty victory will cost her.
She catches a glimpse of that price in the way Cellinia shoots a sharp look her way once her hand makes contact. Within her chest, a twisted pride blooms immediately. That's the look she wants to see, the kind of eyes she wants on her, the predatory nature of them that paint an all too stark reminder of their differences.
This thinly-veiled imbalance would frighten off any normal person-- it might have even turned away a more naive Mai, a girl who balked at the thought of dealing with anything other than what was safe and sensible. Perhaps it's the result of having been forced, day in and day out, to look terrifying entities in the face that numbs her in a perverse way to courting a different sort of danger, one that wears a face much too attractive to pass up.
Mai finds the answer she seeks when her touch is reciprocated in that brief squeeze. She doesn't kid herself into thinking she can feel the years of effort, sweat, and failure in those calloused fingers-- but the force behind the grip tells her everything else she wants to know. Something certainly indecent crosses her mind, a thought that might've stayed locked away for the moment if not for that hand snaking out of her hold and finding its place on her thigh. The hum of approval that passes her lips is probably a bit louder than Mai would have intended, but there's no one here to judge her obvious satisfaction. No one aside from Cellinia, whose touch is already daring to roam just the tiniest bit.
Victory-- and all Mai had to do was taunt her a little.]
Hmm... What do I think?
[Her now-free hand slinks up the hand at her thigh, taking her time to journey past the wrist and towards the forearm, where her fingers curl eagerly around the sturdiness she finds there.]
I think you should keep your eyes on the road.
[It's not what she wants, not even close. No, Mai desires those eyes as much as she does this touch. It's both so much and yet not nearly enough. Safety first, as stupid as that rule is...
But that doesn't mean that Mai has to be so cautious. With a painstakingly slow pace, she strokes her hand up and down Cellinia's arm, letting her fingers squeeze lightly every now and again. Aside from wanting to work her up even more, Mai aims to keep the woman's hand right where it is, right where she wants it upon her leg. She's assured by her words, but pretends she feels differently, true to her difficult nature.]
(that self-restraint has been....useful. useful to the point she can use it as she pleases, such as now. cellinia can tell what mai was intending, but she wasn't turned away a single time. instead she met it, met that greed with greed of her own in how her hand is comfortable. desiring to go up further, even. touch her the way that she wants to be touched, and how cellinia wants to touch her. make her feel like the world is only them for a time in what would be a hookup (or so they think) one which neither side might talk about.
the predatory nature of her eyes is prominent, strong. the hungering beast within them is strong, and that doesn't mean that she could restrain it forever. not in the way she stares, how her hand squeezes her thigh at first. she needs to pay attention to the road, but that hum was enough to tell her that mai likes it. that she's enjoying it, the attention and how this beast would stare at her. how those eyes full of hunger and a demand for her, a want stronger than anything, might even find themselves darkening more. the thoughts are in her head of stopping somewhere off the road and hidden, of kissing those lips of hers and making her breathless.
speechless, silencing her in what could be pretty moans and gasps leaving her mouth. cellinia likes the idea greatly, with those indecent thoughts of her own on her mind.
she might have even had her hand go up further, she only didn't when mai takes hold of her arm. she speaks again, right. damn it. she did need to pay attention, and it's obvious cellinia has other things on her mind more than driving. safety first. she hates it like mai does, but safety must be kept somewhere. that meant needing to not keep pushing too far.
however, she doesn't ignore it. the part where mai keeps her arm, her hand, right on her leg. her fingers running up along her toned arm, the muscle there while her fingers rub idle circles into her thigh and inner thigh. she's not going to argue on that, even with the way that she stares at her. that hunger isn't going away while cellinia does start to pay attention to the road again.)
....however shall I convince you? Do I let your hands wander across my body as I drive, grabbing at wherever they please, winding me up further as I smell the scent of arousal from you strongly and fight down urges to stop in the middle of the road? An urge to drag you into my lap while I'm driving, no matter how dangerous that is?
(her being masculine more than femme has its own perks, far too many for girls like mai. she's even thinking about it more, the speedometer reads now ninety from her steadily starting to go faster. to test the limits, to see how fast might be too fast. a little consideration to not start at this speed, though it's not like she minds going back down to seventy-five.
what they're getting into now can be considerably riskier than just a hookup, the more they play this game. the more they play, the more dangerous it'd get. perhaps even more than that, cellinia hardly seems like she wants to back down in how she peeks over occasionally, the predatory look not easing. hungering and considering what it wants to do, if she might stop somewhere in the back roads and tug her along to the backseat where she'd teach her quite the lesson on flirting and pressing the buttons of a wolf so strongly.
or maybe it's better to say, she's into this too much. her buttons pressed, the flirting, the temptation and more. she wants to touch her more, but she can't. she's the one driving, the other woman isn't while she takes advantage of it to push further in every squeeze. every avoidance that cellinia thinks that she notices about what they both want to keep her wanting, to keep her chasing.
that's what she wants more. to chase, to pin her and make her never forget her. her strikingly handsome face, the nature of a wolf while they teeter almost into near mating for wolves at this rate. all she has to do is keep pushing, keep twisting, and keep winding her up more as they speak.)
I'm going to go insane if I don't touch you more.
(an admission, a growl and snarl at herself being so pathetic that she has to say it. that someone can get in her head that badly, fuck. it's dangerous enough that she did, but cellinia finds that she wants mai more for managing that so fast.
fast, too fast. but that's what living does for a change, something which neither side has been able to do much of in their own ways.)
[Mai's body registers the small lurch beneath her, signaling an increase in the vehicle's speed. The sound of the engine, more intense now, only corroborates this change, as do the half-blurred sights along the backroads whirring past. Quiet buildings, the hint of a residential area, stretches of weed-ruled yards, all blending together like streaked paints on an abstract canvas. Mai can't tell if the occasional figure tossed in is a person or a wooden post-- but it's not as if her eyes are fixed too keenly on what is happening out there.
It's fast, indeed. Faster than she's ever gone, but not so fast that it yanks her away from the fire burning just as quickly beneath Cellinia's fingers. Perhaps it's because of Mai's own racing heart, that the speed in which they bolt down the road feels like a normal progression. Almost.
The thrill she's savoring is still mostly courtesy of the woman beside her, practically admitting defeat. It could very well be that it's Mai who is taking her starved declaration as such, but there's no less triumph in her eyes either way. Those words get her so fired up that she's torn between more cruel teasing, or showing her how much she burns for her right now.]
You're already losing it, Cellinia.
[Mai settles on doing a little bit of both-- her voice pronouncing that smug conclusion with both mocking and the slivers of a twisted admiration. Her free hand splays over Cellinia's, dragging it further beneath the fabric of her uniform, far enough between her thighs that she can sense the heated yearning there, though not nearly close enough to satisfy it. It's a warped provocation, one that's aimed at both of them.
What's Cellinia to do about it, anyway? Certainly, Mai thinks, nothing enough to satiate either of them. Not when her attention should be on not crashing them into some hapless structure on the side of the road. Not when her arm is trapped between Mai's two hands-- though one of them is noticeably inspired by Cellinia's earlier suggestion to letting it wander over her own body. Dangerous, dangerous. Mai's fingers loosen around the woman's upper arm, gliding down the side of her torso before she drags her knuckles up the front of her chest. Up, up, as far as she can go in this position, then languidly further down, past the muscles of her abdomen in an obvious gesture of desire.]
If you wanted me in your lap-- [ she snickers, thumbing the button of her shorts before abandoning it heartlessly to wander back up her torso ] --you should've worn something else. I was thoughtful enough to wear something easy, see?
[It's clear that Mai isn't talking about simply sitting in Cellinia's lap, the brief swipe of her tongue against her lips only serving to punctuate the little fantasy she paints even more concretely. She wanted Mai to wind her up, no? Well, she had better not be regretting it now.]
I don't want you going crazy behind the wheel. I'm precious cargo, you know.
[Despite what she says, Mai doesn't cease her touches. They're the same, in a way-- Mai doesn't want Cellinia to forget her, either, even if this little tryst ends up being but a single afternoon in the distant past for them. True, there's a delicious excitement about being chased and cornered-- but Mai never said she'd come easily.]
Pull over if you want it so badly. Oh-- but then someone might see us. Poor puppy.
[Her words drip with sweet condescension.]
You're going to be waiting a while, it looks like.
(the engine hums loud, the passing of what few people or sign posts around is a big enough blur. a quiet residential area, somewhere that likely didn't expect someone speeding along in a foreign car. driving fast, fast enough that anyone sane would have had her pull over, yet neither side is bending. she drives, she glides along empty roads with a relative ease. her hand trapped, her mind torn between pulling over somewhere out of sight enough from the view of others. the only reason she hadn't is that nowhere good has come up (not yet) that wouldn't let them be seen. wouldn't let them be heard unless someone was that willing to try, her body feels that heat in it, and it's only winding up further.
it's a steady pace, a steady speed, her fingers brush along her inner thighs from as far as she's slowed to do. the heat she can scent from there, the way it stirs those cravings too well. she can tell she's mocking, tell she's admiring it, and the way that cellinia's voice has its own heat in that icy tone. that heat is strong, craving. how that snarl of teeth is there, she's debating on it. what she wants and what she needs. that she wants to stop this car, bunch up that skirt on her uniform to not let it be too obvious what they did. maybe even force herself to remove it so she didn't tear it off in impatience from how much hunger is thrumming in her.
she knows she's losing it, they wouldn't be able to satisfy themselves fully if she did it while driving. that she couldn't take that chance to "eat" the way they're both after from her ravenous appetite. that's only growing at this moment, they're ignoring the danger. the danger that's there. the danger that's also picking up further. her hand is brought so close to that heat, where she wants to touch her at more. where she feels her mouth watering as the scent hits her again.)
....they're not that hard to get into. (her shorts as she lets out a barely restrained growl from the teasing, the way she doesn't hold it back from that touch. the brush of her fingers along her chest, down her abs, and back up again after playing with the button on them.) For a hand like yours, it'd slip in nice and easy, won't it? Tug them down just as easily.
(she caught it, that way she licks her lips. amber eyes darker than ever while looking at her briefly, she's imagining it. her shorts tugged down, the car pulled over as mai gets a meal of her own between a wolves legs. the danger is picking up. the more she flirts with it, the more she causes it to grow too interested in her for their own good.
but it doesn't change it, doesn't change she's looking out for somewhere to park at. doesn't change how she's not regretting this, her precious cargo comment causes those calloused fingers to give mai's thigh a nice squeeze. that hand isn't moving from where it's held at, she caught the message. they'll touch when they're both at the breaking point. when they're both unable to keep themselves restrained as much from their imagination. how she's even doing idle strokes along her inner thigh, the run of her fingers along it like another tease. of what she wants to do the minute that she can touch her.
the moment that her hand can reach those panties, her wetness, how she might even lick it off her fingers for her when her own wolfish tongue wets her lips at the thought of her meal. the meal she's being kept patient for. that she's hungering and desiring most in how she eyes mai.)
You're lucky, I don't like hurting precious cargo.
(she can give her that, she wouldn't forget her. she'd even might wind up wanting more against her better judgment. coming to see her when she shouldn't, cellinia rolling up whenever at a single text to take her somewhere that isn't what the wolf had thought to be a stuffy old school with too much going on. the way she was often stared at by many there was annoying, how they thought she was a beast. just like the way she gets stared at by her countrymen.
but that isn't on her mind, what's on her mind now is that comment about her being a "puppy" again. how she's growling at it. that excitement, the danger in her teeth bared for what would be their time together when she pulls this car over. whenever she can, could. she does think there is a spot not too far from there, somewhere quiet. out of sight enough she can pause and move that seat mai is in back.)
I wouldn't be good at my job if I did damage anything precious, ragazza, even with me wanting to pull over and move that seat back. Me wanting to kiss you hard, hungering....
(hot, heavy, breathless. that's not going to leave her mind while she maintains her focus somewhat for their sakes. best not to let them get into an accident, the sooner she finds that spot would be the sooner that she didn't have to be tortured as much.
not in how she likes it, she likes it too much. she wants it to the point she might even stop at any time and go "fuck it" about who may or may not see.)
[There's very little left shielding them from one another's vicious cravings. It's impossible to deny at this point, with their hands grabbing whatever they can-- or whatever they're allowed to, in the case of Cellinia still behind the wheel-- that the only thing keeping them from utterly devouring each other is the absence of a secretive enough place. The houses they pass now are starting to become few and far between, leaving a stretch of road before them with only the company of birds nestled in trees and telephone lines. There might be some plots of land coming up after a short distance, where a distillery or two are being constructed. Better that than an abandoned building or school-- goodness knows that those places are rife with cursed spirits...
It's a bit less noticeable now, the speed that Cellinia has settled into, with fewer and fewer landmarks present to offer a point of reference.]
They wouldn't be so hard to get into, would they?
[Mai voice comes out breathy, sensual, while her fingers fiddle with the button of those shorts once more. This time, though, she undoes it. But her fingers don't slide beneath the fabric-- she traces her thumb down slowly along the zipper, instead, before daring to massage her fingers against Cellinia's still-clothed heat. She isn't at all shy about it, laughing softly to herself as she plays with her just a bit. God, but she feels just as needy as Mai does, doesn't she? And there's always something satisfying about having that tactile confirmation, proof that their bold declarations are working as intended.
If Mai had permitted it, she'd guide Cellinia's fingers deeper to make that same confirmation for herself. Well, she'll soon enough discover that there's plenty to taste, an aroma heady enough to perfume herself with generously, if she's so inclined. Cellinia boasted before about smothering a willing partner in her own scent, but Mai will be damned if she doesn't walk away from this without doing the same, sending the wolf back to wherever she came from wearing a passionate encounter with some trouble-making human.
She draws back her fingers after several long moments, as pleased as she can be without having really given Cellinia something to savor. That's fine. Let it frustrate her some more. Mai is already enjoying seeing her lose her cool even more, little by little. This stunt should tip her over the edge... but she doesn't mind using a few other tricks if not.]
If I really wanted to... [She lets the sentence hang unfinished, the implication plain as day.] But, then that'd just make our first kiss taste like you.
[Yet, she grins in a sneaky way, as if to say that this wouldn't be such a terrible thing to occur. Similarly, something in her tone wants to exaggerate the silliness of something as romantic as a first kiss-- though that little statement might only serve to twist this supposed hook-up into something more serious. Another mistake made, no? And there's already a litany of them by now...
Of course, any future meetings after today's would likely sit at the very top of that list. Yet, with how easily Cellinia agreed to meeting up with her client, driving her and touching her after promising a very risky, very delectable time together-- would greedy, needy Mai be so quick to never see her again after this?
Time will certainly tell.]
Oh, don't I know it.
[About her skill at delivering delicate goods unharmed. Those chips are still waiting, unopened, on Mai's bed. It'll be a well-earned snack for when she finds herself back in that part of town again. Whenever that ends up being.]
You're hot when you're impatient like this. [As if Mai isn't suffering from that same brand of impatience.] Be good for me, and I'll let you kiss me wherever you'd like.
[Mai, of course, is careful not to promise the same. No, she aims to be quite the bad girl, and let her own mouth leave pretty little bites wherever she wants to.]
(she did think about it, the construction zones. at this time of day they could be empty, could not be. another thought was to pull into a wooded area, a nice one covering them with shade while their cravings hit in full. she's having to be careful, knowing what's waiting. the positive is that she has enough common sense to avoid anywhere with actual cursed spirits, but that's not too unusual. they've had to deal with some things going on sometimes. cellinia herself is good at handling them when she must, and that's not too surprising. given there's always more to her than she would tell others about. her lips are always sealed about these things, encounters and more that wind up taking a more heated turn when they happen. she's feeling it too much. the heat, the unbearable part of it and how she resists near stopping this car a little too fast to climb across the center console.
to end their game as it goes further and further, ninety seems a good enough speed for her. with some build up, that is. cellinia can take it to mean mai likes it more when it's a steady pace, the speed going up gradually mixed into the mistakes that they're so clearly making. another mistake, that breathy sensual tone and what it's doing to her more.
that needy groan mixed into a growl, the purr and rumble of it from her throat lowly at her shorts being unbuttoned. her fingers trailing down the zipper and pressing into her own heat, her wetness underneath it. that neediness is strong, it's there and wanting out so badly. wanting to be released in its vicious desire to drown with her in the greed that's between them. she wants to touch her, wants to cover her completely in her scent. the baser part of her instincts gnaws at cellinia's mind, telling her to stop. telling her to pull over given they're along the countryside. that surely there is somewhere out of view enough when she looks about ready to do that as mai desired.
as mai wanted to see from her in how she has to bite the urge to roll up into those fingers, it'd break her concentration. it'd maybe even cause her to go too fast and get them into quite a bit of trouble from her pushing down on the gas.)
Cazzo....
(her tone is frustrated when she curses (fuck, she says), so full of hunger in how she hisses it out and needy. what was supposed to be a hook-up is looking much more different. much more than that. they're at the line, and she's falling over in how she wants to stop the car. she needs to touch her, she needs her lips against hers. their bodies melting together and cellinia even biting into her a claim that she's solely hers. that she'd likely tear apart anyone else that tries to touch her. a possessive beast, one which would never not let mai feel like she isn't her everything.
the further it goes, the more she'd give her. the more that she might even start to take her with her if that's what mai wanted to do. that she'd take her anywhere other than the dorms, her home, it didn't matter. she'd start to become hers and cellinia was not going to be opposed if mai did cover her in her scent like a heady perfume of its own. she'd want that too much, to mark and be marked.)
Tell me....where do you want me to stop this car at?
(because if it isn't soon, cellinia did notice a stretch of woods coming up. quiet and empty, not too far from the road yet far enough that they'd be able to get their fill at. touch one another, devour, cover themselves in one another's scents and forget about how this started. how this was not supposed to be that serious, their litany of mistakes and sins would only grow.
but that's nothing cellinia cares about, nothing in how she's breathing harshly. how that rush of heat is eating at her, how wild those eyes look when she's eyeing her. attractive, terribly attractive. a wild beast that wants to make her into her sole woman without them both realizing. biting her and decorating her in mating bites that only cellinia would be able to find, renew herself while also giving her more in other places.)
Because if I have to keep driving, I'm fixing to stop in the road....and not care who sees us.
(come on pretty lady, why don't you let her worship you like you deserve? why don't you let her make you forget everything for a time, stop thinking about anything except for her and her scent?
those eyes and her voice, how she purrs out such pretty words. words that she never thought she'd tell anyone before whenever cellinia's hand does a needy squeeze on mai's thigh. doesn't she look lovely, wild and free? wanting someone this badly? or is it too much? she won't want to stop seeing her, she might not ever be able to get her out her head from what this is suggesting. in how badly she wants to kiss her into that seat and more.)
So tell me ragazza, how badly do you want me to pull over somewhere, if not in the road?
[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.]
(luckily that boasting (not necessarily) did have plenty to back it up from more than that. all of her skills were sword related, but she's not bad with other weapons she gets her hands on. sometimes it varied, that also did mean that cursed spirits would be in trouble themselves. adrenaline from a fight didn't translate well to anything sexual (or maybe it could, depending, this is still their first meeting) whenever she had only met the person. not that she's done this with strangers she picked up off the street and wherever else it could have happened at. she's picky with who she winds up in bed with when that happens, that's the part that might be a little more obvious given time. that she goes off of vibe. if cellinia even likes what she's seeing, hearing said to her.
she's feeling that impatience strongly, at the end of her rope. she might not last too much long herself, but that didn't mean she wasn't trying. she was trying, that counts for something. how she's always operated was along those lines and it's not as if penguin logistics didn't have their own share of these moments where someone was fed up and frustrated. maybe not with sex in mind, but that's enough to go off of in general. that they're bound to all feel these things. cellinia just so happened to wind up with it from mai, mai who she was sure was far too pleased with herself at the way she groaned for her. the desperate growl. that stronger urge to touch her and bring her fingers in deeper to touch her how she wants to.
she wants to hear those sounds from mai, too. she needs to hear them, has to or else she was going to go madder. cellinia even wants to taste them on her lips, murmuring all those pretty words she wouldn't know. begging her in that lovely voice of hers where she wants her to touch her at most. cellinia might do that plenty, given she isn't the sort to only just take. she'd give her far too much for a first encounter. or what should have been a simple tryst, something both sides could have considered a memory to not forget and left on. it wasn't going that way. it wouldn't go that way if cellinia had something to say about that involving the beastly instincts that are always in her.
truthfully, she might indeed do all that. whisk her away like some kind of knight, maybe even wind up with another uncertain number of lives taken on her hands. another family dead as far as the terrible people goes, taking away a girl that had long since resigned herself to suffering in their hell. how it'd remind her of how she could have been were it not for her own will. her own loss, all it took was one look at the corpse of her grandfather. that was what set her choice in stone, if mai did get to that point....she might very well take her as far away as she could. that nothing would stand in her way, that she'd kill those that dared to try touching her. fight them fiercely to the point of obtaining newer scars along that body of hers that has its own collection underneath her tank top.
she'd make her feel like the world, is the scariest part of girls like them. girls that were expected to be certain ways, treated like they could never be anything more. more so for mai than cellinia who was given the world by her grandfather; raised to be something better than a two bit gangster who would sooner sell their souls for the best chances they can get. a desire to see her grow, flourish and take the familiga beyond only what he did as someone from his bloodline. someone he felt deserving of it.
at being called out for her exhibitionism, though....no, she was right.)
And if I am?
(because what was the point of a wild beast holding themselves back in all the ways? sometimes the urge could be too much. too strong, and she did seem to have an idea that she's being met with a lot more interest than whatever other partners mai's had. by how she acts, she can assume that she's had enough to know what she likes and how she likes. however, that didn't mean she's ignorant enough to assume that the way a wild animal like her might do things should be started from out the gate. no, she'd treat her with far more consideration while claiming her. not like a piece of meat, like a person. that is another thing whenever she bites down that urge to groan again at her hands leaving her body. a little longer. that's all they needed to be, patient for a little longer.
as requested, she slows down. both hands now back on the wheel while she thinks about it and how she wants to decorate her skin in teeth and kisses. licks of her tongue along the bite marks she leaves, many indecent things that are on her mind. the car turns into the wooded area that comes up with ease despite the urge to keep touching her. that wish to stop the car sooner while letting out something that she doesn't normally unleash in the form of that beast within her. how she plans to fog up the windows and forget about the world in whatever clearing they wind up in together. cellinia hardly expects mai to just take it, anyway. she likes that from what she's noticed more that she wants it that way. to give it as good as she can take.)
You're lucky that I'm not stopping immediately with how much I want it. Voglio sentire il tuo sapore sulle mie labbra....
(that ache is mutual, anyway. buried down and blooming between her legs in it's demand, that near touch had done it's job. in how she slips into her other language again, how she hisses it out heatedly in a whisper without touching mai just yet.)
[It's practically torture, those scant minutes until the road begins to wind down a dustier patch of land. Compared to the residential areas they had passed up, the foliage here grows a little more wildly. The trees are taller, not at all uniform in height, creating a canopy of irregular branches whose leaves permit enough sunlight to paint a dappled effect on the earth below. It's pretty enough, if that even matters, and quiet enough, secluded enough, which definitely matters. The road soon turns rough, bumpy and unpaved the further they drive in.
Mai's arms are folded tightly over her chest, her leg crossed one over the other, bouncing anxiously in effort to quell the stubborn need pooling in her lower stomach. They're getting closer, closer, to everything. All that they've been inching painfully towards. The searing touches were hardly enough, only serving to compound the feeling of being driven crazy. Her heart is pounding so strongly that she can practically feel it in her throat, and she has to force herself to breathe deeply a few times, lest the shallow breaths she's been taking cause her to be too light-headed to take charge of this affair.]
If you are, then I'm glad we left campus. I don't need you showing off in front of anyone I know.
[So she is an exhibitionist. Luckily, not so devoted to this aspect that she'd brush off Mai's demand for privacy. Mai isn't going to thank her for it, but at least she knows what mortification she has avoided in the form of being caught by any of the Kyoto sorcerers. She'd never live it down-- and it's why she'll likely never bring her new woman back to the dorms. Goodness only knows how loud a wild beast might force her to be when it really comes down to it... ]
Oh-- so I'm the lucky one, huh?
[Her voice has a sharp edge to it, half borne of indignation at Cellinia's bold statement, and half in frayed nerves. It's only made more extreme when the vehicle rolls up to a suitable spot in that tree-flecked area. There's enough space for the car to idle or make an exit whenever the moment calls for it, but the dirt road ends at the clearing, disappearing into the grass sprouting beneath the tires. There-- exactly what they were looking for, a slice of barely-trained nature carved away from nosy eyes. It suits them, no? Given that the two of them are equally lacking in restraint, with every creeping second.
Mai's hazel eyes scan the spot from behind the windshield and passenger window, searching in an almost frenzied manner for anything that might disrupt them, anything that she'd regret not addressing if she just leaps into what she came here for. Nothing. For good or ill, the last bit of tape is sliced away. Well, then, now Cellinia can have her undivided attention. and Mai expects nothing less than the same in return, as she hears the hum of the engine quiet down as it's cut.]
Pretending you're so tamed, aren't you?
[Mai half-forgets that she's the one who asked Cellinia to be a good girl for her in exchange for using her skin as a canvas for her lips. Her mouth feels dry, like the words that hang on her tongue would rather cling there than spill over and fill the gaps of silence-- anything that would prolong the inevitable. There's nothing left, now, is there? No further hurdle for them to jump to claim the real thing. Mai's fingers reach out for the collar of Cellinia's jacket, curling around the fabric before giving her a yank forward as soon as she puts the car in park. Her second hand finds its place tangled in her hair, holding the back of her head firmly as she brings their faces closer together.]
And how long is that gonna last? [Her breath is hot against Cellinia's lips.] Not for very long, I bet.
[Not a further second is wasted before Mai kisses her hard, pressing every ounce of frustrated hunger between their mouths. She keeps her gaze trained on the woman's eyes, never wanting to be the one who backs off first, and instead desiring to watch every little emotion that would dance across their depths.]
(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.)
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...
....what can I say? I don't like the idea of them watching when I want someone to myself.
(that was her intention, to get on her knees. to treat her lover to more, to even kiss her full of affection that they both didn't always have. she didn't want to be watched, not when she touches her. not when her teeth want to bite down lovely marks in her skin and leave her so many. many that nobody else could have done, claiming her with teeth and kisses. her hands too, their bodies are pressed together like this almost. the space between them should melt away, melt them down with that intense craving.
that need that's growing and how it burns in that ache. each kiss is distracting her further.
further than earlier with their teasing, their stoking the flame in one another. there's a growl into it, the taunt worked again from how little patience she feels.) Coming from you who wants to see it, that's rich.... (because she agreed to it, she was pressed into chasing and found herself heavily interested in it. chasing, chasing, and chasing with the way that mai kept pressing her buttons. bringing her closer to where she wanted her. where they both wanted to be whenever cellinia melts for now into the kiss.
her tongue tastes of sweet chocolate and nicotine, the nicotine fainter than the chocolate as her tongue licks into her lover's own. the taste of chocolate on mai's own tongue was something she picked out with ease, chocolate is her favorite treat. her favorite thing of sweets would always be chocolate delights (though she can mix it up) from whatever occasion she feels like eating them. sometimes pocky, other times chocolate itself in candy bars she got hold of.
the taste itself is mixed together perfectly while the music carries on. her hands almost make their way to get that uniform off properly, only for that revolver barrel and mai parting enough to give her pause. her hands stop abruptly while those hungering eyes are on her lover, she was right. she hadn't gotten her permission to explore, but the sight of her with that revolver is far more attractive. the cheekiness, the batting of her lashes while she looks up at her this time.)
Since you asked....
(another kiss, her hands are slow to remove that jacket to reveal the fully toned arms underneath it after dropping it to the floor. the peering out of scars, too, underneath the straps of her tank top when her hands go downward next. to slowly peel it off, to keep those hungry eyes on her lover with each reveal of her blemished skin. the scars, the toned muscle of her abs. every inch of it a body that says she's gone through more than she'd speak about.
far too much more in how one peculiar scar goes from her left hip to her abs directly. that was something she might never talk about. not now, anyway. her breasts aren't too big, not too small either for a woman her size despite that muscle she carries. her body is in a way, perfect, something that one lucky soul could have to themselves if they truly wanted.
if she truly wanted it for herself once her tank top falls to the floor behind her next. the cold steel of her revolver gives her goosebumps whenever she comes close to her lover again, hands on her shoulders yet behaving for now. until mai may decide to point it closer to her again.)
What do you think then, ragazza? Do you still want to touch me as badly as I do you?
(does she want to let this time be a moment they might never let go of? never stop chasing one another, so recklessly, so foolishly with who they are and what they are? the sensual tone of the music isn't helping her. in the way she stares and how she's close enough for another kiss. another kiss she craves, another she wants to have. maybe a part of her is more starving than cellinia would ever admit.
she certainly feels too hungry for her own good, in some ways and many ways. did she find someone that might understand a little too well? who knows, she almost certainly doesn't. she already didn't believe in plenty of things after what happened before in her past.
cellinia might never, but she does know she wants more of this girl in whatever way she can have her.)
[ "Asked," says the woman, when they both know Mai all but ordered her to start undressing first. There are those manners of hers at play again, and it brings a self-satisfied smile to Mai's face as she draws back to give Cellinia enough space to shed her clothes. For now, the revolver retreats as well, though still aimed loosely in the other's direction if only for the slight suggestion of danger.
Not a detail escapes her eyes, trained as they are (and reluctantly so) in marksmanship. Regardless of her impatience to resume their kisses-- which had been stoking that fire within her so splendidly before Cellinia's hands started messing with her uniform top-- Mai isn't all too disappointed with the slow and deliberate manner in which she strips. Every inch of skin revealed by the jacket slipped off of those arms are quickly lapped up by the girl's attentive stare. Truly, all of that excess fabric was merely hiding the real treasure beneath, a body no doubt forged by a danger that might not be wholly unfamiliar to Mai, though nothing she herself had ever experiences first hand.
Mai was raised to avoid scars and blemishes at all costs. It was her value as a woman, her only source of worth when her talents for anything else were so shamefully lacking. Her own resentful mother might have harbored a secret pride that at least her daughters were beautiful, that maybe they'd be some trophy to someone who'd overlook their lowly status in the clan. But it wasn't as if Mai had ever received the praise for it-- not from anyone aside from the lechers that she had mostly avoided when she was able to. If she couldn't be loved by her family because of her low cursed energy, then she'd at least try not to embarrass them further by risking her looks like her sister did, with all of that training and risks she happily jumped into. But-- and Mai would rather die than admit it aloud-- Maki was still beautiful, despite what their years apart have changed in her appearance.
So, despite Mai's revulsion at the idea of obtaining any scars herself, everyone she has ever truly admired wore their own with a pride she could never muster. She utterly adored her teacher, Utahime, who still carried herself well enough even with a fair portion of her face marred by scarred flesh. It was an aspect of womanhood Mai admits she'll never truly comprehend, to not shy away from the price paid for real strength.
As Cellinia peels off the thin tank top that reveals an even greater host of scars-- and that frightening one slashed across her abdomen--, Mai feels her body grow warm with a twisted admiration. If she ever dared think deeply on it, there might even be notes of jealousy lurking far, far below. Not for the scars sported, but for the power and courage they disclose without words.]
Oh.
[All she offers in reply, at first, is a breathy pronouncement. A simple answer, fortified by the pure delight in her eyes at the sight in front of her. It's true, Cellinia's body really is perfect, no matter the superficial imperfections.]
You'd be sad if I answered "No," wouldn't you?
[Comes a laugh, along with the remainder of her answer. Her words are betrayed by what she chooses to do next, dipping her head in and pressing her lips to Cellinia's collarbone. Oh, she is well-aware that the woman aches for more of her kisses. She can see the yearning in her eyes, and she feels it in the calloused hands cupping her shoulders. Who cares? She'll get those kisses, though, just not in the way she wants them, not on her lips.
With the barrel of her revolver pressed lightly this time against her taut, scarred abdomen, Mai takes the thin skin at Cellinia's collar between her lips. The suction is gentle, at first, before intensifying enough to leave a small bloom of red when she's done with her work there. She had promised she'd send her away a leopard, after all, no? A head start is absolutely necessary.
Further down she goes, to the top of the woman's breast where the flesh begins to fill out pleasantly. Another kiss, this time letting her tongue lap at the skin teasingly before she sinks her teeth in ever so slightly. The soft laugh she utters is a hum against Cellinia's chest, an answer all its own to the question. A genuine answer, with how she doesn't shy away from touching her and doing it first. She releases her bite, running her tongue over the slight indentations left behind, and softy sucking another mark there to complete the little gift she'll leave behind today. One of many, of course.
Mai pulls back, looking into Cellinia's eyes in a smug way that expects a bit of praise.]
(for cellinia, they were proof she lived. she survived. she didn't die, no matter what had happened to her prior. she's there, she hasn't given up herself. the pain of obtaining them was nothing in retrospect to what this wolf would have lost. not just a life, but more than that in the way she fights. unpredictable, a raging storm, and what some would dub frightening in her instinctive responses in a fight. a prodigy. capable of ripping apart those who dared to try and face her in a true battle. those gangsters she would deal with often had begun to learn she's by no means that girl to mess with, similarly she's not above throwing herself into it even if her opponent isn't human. she's not that sort of girl to sit back and allow others to die.
or get hurt worse than that, that was her reason for going on the hardest path of the two friends she'd known since her childhood. one was acting a donna, playing at being a playwright and saying that they were the heir's to the once prestigious bloodline. the other had broken apart to pieces, despair destroyed her, the years of abuse by the system mixed into an urge to destroy it all. destroy everything in her obsession. honestly, cellinia half realizes she's talking like her. with how cellinia is using "pet" names. the thought would often make her feel something, something that twisted in disgust at herself for doing something that silver haired wolf would have done.
but she isn't, not right now. maybe later she might at the sweet words she'd have said. terms often given to partners and how they're a stark reminder of what that woman would have said to her. they didn't need her getting cold feet, she's come this far no matter her own cowardice, her own inability to do something more for herself back then. she'd always wish that she could have done something, could have saved her grandfather. it's unfortunate, but the universe has a thing for destroying anything good. including her grandfather, who had sought to only stop his son. to take his granddaughter under his wing for the reason of ushering in a new era. an era he would hope be filled with prosperity that they had never seen before. maybe she doesn't know entirely mai's own pains, but she knows it in another sense about expectations and demands placed upon the shoulders of children. of those who held no reason to be dragged into it by birth alone and virtue of it.
she wears them with her own pride, despite it. the scars, the times she escaped death. she's done so much more to get stronger because she told herself she'd never desire to lose so much again. to have to start the slate clean again and burn away what once had been her home. that she wants to keep something so important, family, love, friends....all close to her. her heart, her everything while they never know what she's thinking. what it was that she might ever feel about them underneath the surface.
while mai might feel jealous lurking deeply for that courage, that power. cellinia might have even told her that she did display some of that courage for flirting with her. who willingly flirts with a wolf? attractive or not, but the thought fades to her breathy words, delight in mai's eyes. her own eyes are yearning, her hands are relaxed in their grip.)
....from how much I want to feel you, I would.
(she teases, the words feel slightly soft while they fade further on her tongue. too soft for the heat they're after, whenever they go from gentle teasing to her sighing out breathy sounds. to her lips along her neck, the revolver making her stay well in place at the sensation of cold steel to her abdomen and now mai's mouth suckling gentle then hard on her collar. she was getting the head start she sought, marking cellinia's battered body as her own in leopard spots.
spots of red turning black and blue when they're done from every mark being left. cellinia intended to leave her in bites, marks bordering into possession. a desire to have and to own, to be owned and everything herself while decorating her in affections that would surely make her own father turn in his grave. he'd hate to see cellinia do this. she was a woman, not a boy. the usual with men among the familige being too displeased by the women that rose to power themselves.
that tease of her tongue, the lick of it along near her breast draws out a sharper sigh. quiet, but it's there. the rumbling growl, low and wanting in her throat could be felt like this from mai's light bite to her. they're close enough she'd feel every growl. every animalistic and bestial sound she makes while her hands grip slightly more on the other woman's shoulders. not enough to hurt, but enough to tell her that she likes it. she likes it too much when she looks at her. those amber eyes, dark with hunger, yearning, and want. the best kind of combination a woman as greedy as mai could ever want when she parts.
that smug look, that demand of praise in her eyes. another thing she wants to see twist away, how attractive this girl looks whenever she looks at her. smug and everything, self assured. like indeed, a queen of the castle who demands what she wants when she wants it and more than that.)
The way you get when you look this cheeky, this smug....it's attractive. (too attractive.) Your impatience, your self assurance....
(her own impatience is there, it's fighting her every second, she wants to undress her proper. she wants to feel her, she wants to give this girl another larger mistake on their litany of them. she can feel it down to her bones, the rising heat from them in how she stares. that tease wasn't enough to satisfy any of it.) I want to undress you, bella signora, won't you let me? (a husk, a rasp, the hunger accentuates the italian words. a compliment for her lover, her lover she needs too much.)
[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.]
(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?)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
as suspected, the big bad wolf was not one to back down from challenges. neither side seemed interested in doing that, texas personally was curious on what her new "friend" looks like. she did show her earlier how she looks, though she muses that it didn't matter. she'd find out soon, she can still be patient there.)
....since I realized I forgot, call me Cellinia.
(foreign name, foreign woman with sharp yet handsome features. mai has hit quite the jackpot, especially since she chose to refrain from having her use her last name (if they'll be intimate, cellinia is better even for a hookup more than texas) for a good enough reason. best not to have her react poorly enough to question what the hell kind of name is "texas" over her actual one.
nobody seemed around, which is helpful while the soft crunch of her chewing her pocky stick fills the air. her eyes are watching, the piercing look of them scanning the road and everything while wondering if she would have been able to go on a more personal hunt for this girl. probably not, not without a face at most to have an idea on who she is. her scent would have helped, but her classmate left little room to catch that better earlier when they had just missed seeing one another face to face.
hormones aside, the chocolate is helping her not be too fixated or focused. not right now, anyway. she'll likely later show this girl how much of a mistake they both had made, with the way their flirting went and how texas was making it clear in a way she's not so easy to tame.
or perhaps more than that whenever her ears straighten out from being relaxed, the sharpness of them poking out more from her hood before turning her head in the direction she hears footsteps from. another perk, she's always alert. anything can wake her too as an additional bonus (plus her sense of smell being stronger than the average) while she stares calmly with an unreadable expression. that pocky stick hanging out of her lips, almost like a cigarette itself.)
no subject
At least, that's the excuse she casts over her rapidly beating heart, reluctant to give credit to the promising encounter waiting for her just beyond the school grounds. The text that she received in reply signaled that the courier was equally impatient to finally meet face to face. That's enough to heighten any nerves, making Mai tense in certain places, ache hungrily in others. It's hot, she's hot, in spite of the crisp air breezing through the centuries-old trees surrounding an overlooked path leading to their rendezvous point. Goosebumps rise on her skin, anywhere that's not covered by her rather flattering summer uniform. A final buzz on her phone-- ah, she has a name now, to that handsome face she'll no doubt have looking up at her in due time. But Mai leaves that text unanswered, deciding she'll properly introduce herself while she watches the woman drink in the sight of her for the first time. She'll delight in it, having this upper hand.
A lone car waits at the spot indicated, leaving no question as to whom it belongs. It's made even more obvious by the figure leaning casually against the door, who, in spite of the hood over her head, looks every bit like the photo she had sent the sorcerer not too long before. Mai won't say it out loud-- not just yet-- but she looks even more impressive in person. Maybe it's because it's palpable now, the promise of something delicious and dangerous. And this is the woman she aims to take it from.]
There you are.
[She strolls up closer, keeping a modest amount of distance between the two of them. It's mostly so Mai can watch Texas get an eyeful of her charming figure embraced by the dark fabric of her uniform, the dress slashed stylishly up to her thighs. There's also the desire to let her own eyes trail up and down the other woman, taking in the details formerly unseen in the single photo she now keeps on her phone. Suffice to say, she likes what she sees.]
Cellinia.
[She tries out that name, rolling it over her tongue with a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. It's a pretty enough name. Does she anticipate it falling from her lips in the throes of passion? Who can say, but Texas would be ever so fortunate if that ended up being the case. Still, the way Mai purrs her name ought to plant that seed, if only a tiny bit.]
The name's Mai.
[Likewise, she omits her family name. What would it matter, anyway, to a civilian?]
Prettier than whatever you were picturing, hmm?
no subject
since they're here together, it's only fitting that she takes in mind mai's looks. her scent, the way it makes those eyes slightly dark with the thoughts she has. they're both feeling that heat on this lovely day, a soft chew and crunch of her pocky stick is there as it nibbles down further in thought then:)
....a lot better than imagining it.
(her voice is on the colder side, that softness only a stoic can have yet there's a strength to it. a clear tone while she speaks, unlike most who are stoic she's anything but shy. and even anything other than timid. that's nothing that fits texas, cellinia is far too bold when she has to be which is another thing that sticks to her. a little bit too well in how she can look good doing it, attention grabbing in everything down to that fluffy tail that's resting calmly at her side before she straightens out from her casual lean.
they're both liking what they're seeing, a little too much. the pink undertones of her black hair do stick out as another thing from that ponytail she had to tie her hair back into. the unruly high one that's beneath the hood of her jacket when she also notices that smirk. fucking hell, she does look a little too attractive with a smirk on her lips. a cocky little one like she knows what she wants, what she's getting.)
Where to then, Mai?
(she sounds it out slowly, slower than she would have with using her other language. a tease. she could even say her name later, sooner rather than later too, depending on what happens in the car. didn't matter if it was here, if they went back to cellinia's apartment. anywhere, she doubts they'll keep their hands off each other long enough, with the way that fire got lit up within them.
which does also leave room for anything to happen during a drive, texas is the one that has to drive them (and her hands would be busy) on the way to whatever destination she had in mind.)
It can be anywhere you want to see, be at, even.
no subject
[Because, really, Mai has always been aware of her own looks. Sure, there's someone else out there who has her face, the same hazel eyes framed by long, pretty lashes. But that person, despite the genes they share, doesn't have the soft beauty that Mai boasts. Smooth skin that's mostly unblemished by cuts or bruises from sparring (ugh, now that's certainly a choice), a trained air of femininity that no doubt came from years of watching the women in her family-- sad, pitiful examples, but she wasn't about to run with the boys like her sister did. It's all Mai has, so it's what she's learned to work with and use to her advantage when the mood strikes.
Likewise, she's pleased with what her eyes gaze upon-- that slender yet strong body clad in a manner that shows off little but suggests plenty. A cool beauty that is more than easy to look at, and not even the hint of fluffy ears nor the tail she sports detracts from her attractiveness. The woman looks plenty human, anyway, though her wolfish eyes stir an odd attraction pooling deep within Mai. No doubt Cellinia can smell the certain kind of need permeating from her flesh. It would mortify Mai if she knew-- or maybe it'd be another thing to use to her liking, who knows?]
Where to...?
[Mai echoes the question posed to her, rubbing her fingertips delicately over her chin in mock thoughtfulness. She shifts on her feet, her eyes raking over the vehicle behind Cellinia. So she's offering her a ride, is she? In more ways than one, of course. Tempting, the thought that they can just disappear to any place Mai desires.]
Anywhere I want? Well, I'm not interested in screwing out here in the open, if that's supposed to be an option.
[She decides to speak bluntly-- one of her best traits, if anyone asks.]
But I can't exactly sneak you into my room, here. And I'm not dumb enough to go to a stranger's place on the first date.
[A sharp laugh, because this is far from a date, and what they're planning on doing would almost definitely be called "dumb" by anyone sane enough to know what Mai is getting up to.]
I wanna know how comfy this car of yours is.
no subject
someone that wasn't a cutesy idol who would get more attention than a cool beauty who knows how to keep people far away from her, even with the way some might be attracted to it. such as now. now with her catching that need and arousal too easily, the attraction behind it whenever she mentions not wanting to do this in the open. thought so. cellinia likes risk, but she isn't about to let them get caught quickly by fucking her in the backseat or up front if they did it this close to a public area. semi-public was better for that kind of stakes.
which is part of why after a brief thoughtful beat of her own, she reaches to tug back her jacket hood and open the passenger side door for mai. the car itself is nice, foreign export. looks about like some rich big shot bought it for whatever purposes they needed from the design, might be a bmw.)
We'll go on a drive then, pull over whenever we see a nice spot.
(cellinia this time, would behave. this time. she won't speed unless mai wants to see her drive that fast, in which case she'd oblige for that heat and adrenaline rush. that need, that both sides might not leave for a bit while they're like this. for a luxury car, it's going to be comfortable and fast. the air even is humming quietly and her radio is heard playing foreign music of its own.
she likes blunt, admittedly. blunt gets to the point, and cellinia is the sort of woman that prefers it like that. that's part of how she got her ice queen nickname, due to her directness and demeanor. her refusal to sugarcoat when it comes down to it, they've seen it often and have been caught off guard by her being so ruthless almost whenever it's a fight in some things she'd say. calling her enemies "weaklings" for running, was almost certainly a surprise for those that hadn't known.)
And I'll behave enough with driving, for now, unless someone wants to see it.
(best not to let that go unsaid, right? she won't disagree to speeding down roads, but she's got enough of a brain to know when and when not to do it. first "date" aside, they'll need to at least partially treat it like one. besides, she isn't going to force mai back to her apartment.
that's begging for too much trouble in itself while she chews her now half finished pocky stick away. unsurprisingly, she left the box of it in the center with her cigarettes and lighter. cellinia doubts mai would want to smoke (much less be around it) so the pocky should be fine enough to share as she's always done.)
no subject
[When Cellinia moves to open the passenger door, it earns her Maiās delicately raised eyebrows and a deepening of that sly smile. There is no 'thanksā uttered for the womanās good manners, but at the same time, Maiās acknowledgement of the gesture is tucked away and filed amongst the tidbits of information with which sheās painting a mental picture of her new ācompanion.ā It all falls beneath the umbrella that she wants Mai, and is willing to play the chivalrous role in this little prelude.
At the core of it, Mai likes being treated like sheās special. She knows, deep down, that she really isnātā thanks to her parents for never failing to remind her, thanks to the world she was bound irrevocably to by virtue of that miserable family name. Mai is a walking contradiction, and her superiority complex is currently puffing out its chest while smothering her inferiority complex beneath its feetā until the scales inevitably tip, anyway.
For now, though, sheāll revel in the fact that sheās currently sitting in a luxurious vehicleā much nicer than whatever cars are used by the school staff for missionsā even if she knows that there will be a price to be paid at the end of it. Oh, but even the thought of that doesnāt erase the self-satisfied curve on her lips. Give and take is the law of the world, after all.]
Donāt bother taking the main roads, then. Unless youāre trying to show me off.
[Itās not a terrible thought, but it borders on defeating the purpose of what theyāre meeting for at this time. Mai gives Cellinia a slow once over as soon as she settles into the driverās seat. So this is what she looks like at the wheel, as assured as she can be, especially if the work she hints at is as high-stakes as it sounds. This is just one of many thrills she enjoys, isnāt it? They hardly know a thing about the other aside from physical intentionsā Mai almost asks how many other pretty girls have buckled in next to Cellinia for a drive to who-knows-where, but decides against it in favor of snooping around the front seat. The lilting music fills the momentary silence between the two of them, and Mai quickly finds what sheās looking for: the womanās personal effects, the things that shed a bit of light into the person beneath the cool exterior. Her hand brushes aside the cigarette case dismissivelyā the scent of smoke clings faintly to the carās interior, anywayā and drags a few sticks of pocky from its box to bring to her lips.]
Oh, donāt bother trying to be a good girl for me. I donāt mind going a little fast.
[Thereās that edge to her voice, the one that can skew her words towards a meaning thatās either literal or suggestive. In truth, she has no idea what sheās asking for if the driverās earlier warnings are to be believed. She might just rescind her opinion on a bit of speed being healthy, exciting. For now, sheāll content herself with nibbling on the chocolate, crossing one leg over the other in a not-so-subtle show of skin from beneath the slit of her uniform. The revolver she daringly promised to use remains snug in its holster, but certainly within reach should the need arise.]
no subject
her one she desires most while she gets comfortable on the driver's side, it's a good car that they'll be in. tinted windows and comfortable seats, contradictions however, is something cellinia knows too well. she herself is one, running away and yet knowing before her past would catch up to her. it has, in many ways, had dragged her around more than she'd talk about to a stranger. the death of a father is one thing, the family is another. all it took was the life of her grandfather to make her snap, to cause her to leave and set fire to what once had been a prestigious bloodline. becoming a lone wolf, even.
in the eyes of her countrymen she's undeserving of anything more than their sneers, insults, and unhappy expressions. lone wolves carry their own scents. her fellow people know it, and they never take kindly to one exiled by the pack.
even if it's for a reason like cellinia's actions. no main roads, that's easy. she knows the back roads and it's not like they're in a rush to show off. mai might not want to be seen hanging off her arm just yet, if ever. while she reaches for the chocolate pocky that cellinia kept out, cellinia is unfazed that was her choice. she'll have to remember to get other flavors another time again.)
Alright, back roads and a little speed.
(she can take it as both by her own tones edge, even if she likely would never answer the question about how many women she's had in her car. that's more her not wanting to blab about it, she's good at keeping secrets for a reason, and it isn't as though she had too many in her car. not for anything more than work obligations. one of them can't fight, it's up to her and the others to keep her safe on the job as a necessity once the car begins to take off. the speed it reaches while she aims for the back roads, the more calmer parts of the area isn't too unhealthy. the number seventy-five pops up whenever she makes her way through, no other cars for now, a quiet road, and music playing between them.
she'll have to see if that revolver gets used, eventually, when it catches her eye before her focus falls back on the road. one hand on the wheel, the other resting at her side in her own confidence as a driver.
....hopefully she doesn't speed too much.)
no subject
See you later...
Mai is accustomed to the main roads, somewhat, often watching them pass by swiftly while in the backseat and on her way towards some low-level mission. The backroads, on the other hand, are considerably less familiar. It lends to the overall sentiment of this whole thing-- that there's nothing routine about this, no protocol to follow. Of course there isn't. Why would there be?]
I'm rolling down the window.
[There's a clear lack of permission being sought out-- typical Mai. Will her driver take issue with it? She seems so calm, so mentally collected, that it tempts Mai to want to disrupt that placid surface. As the wind tousles her dark hair, she'll chew on ways to get that reaction, to watch her own agitation finally mirrored in the unfazed woman focused on the empty road before them.
There aren't any complaints with the speed Cellinia chooses to drive at. It's admittedly a bit faster than Mai is used to from the handful of car rides she's taken, but not enough to fry her nerves or spark her temper. Unfortunately-- or fortunately?-- for the woman, that leaves Mai's mind to latch onto other things. The miniscule distance between them, now, for instance. The practiced ease with which Cellinia maneuvers them down barely-populated streets, her single hand clutching the steering wheel. Mai's eyes narrow a bit as she catches herself staring a bit too long. Without intending to, her gaze drops to the unoccupied hand idling at her side.
She could reach out and touch that hand if she wants to, grip her wrist, find out if there's any strength beneath. She could, but should she? Some would say it's inadvisable to mess with someone who's driving. They would certainly be correct, but... when has Mai ever heeded the advice of anyone wiser than her?
So, she lets her hand creep its way over, splaying her fingers over the top of Cellinia's.]
You know, I'm surprised, Cellinia.
[A barely concealed taunt dances in her tone.]
You're a lot more composed than I expected. You better not have spoiled your appetite.
[There-- that tiny bit of snark should help Mai temper her own nerves, some.]
no subject
that's fine, nothing she minds, before her attention goes back to the road. tempered, focused, and a little too cooler than most would like. they aren't that far apart, she can reach over any time with that hand of hers and make a grab. the problem is that she's also, as mentioned, a patient hunter. practiced in every part of it. prey is prey, something to savor and enjoy everything of down to the last drop.
while mai starts to wonder how to get under her skin more, cellinia begins to go over locations. anywhere that might be better than an open road for what they intend to do. there's a few, she isn't going to take her to some sleazy love hotel as a nice enough perk to their meeting. she'd rather get doused in alcohol again than deal with that kind of trouble that those might bring.
which is why her thoughts pause, mai's hand over hers, the taunt there and everything. ah? for that moment, her eyes are back on her, half off the road as the wolfish look to them takes a more predatory stare. hungering, waiting, watching before that hand grips mai's briefly. there's strength in it, the roughness of her fingers and palm from the calluses built up on it. like she had said, she held a sword for years and was well practiced with it in both hands before she releases her hand. no, she knows what she wants to do and this is another mistake on their growing list where they ignore the advice of those saner before them.
road safety and the like, not to fool around while speeding whenever that same hand makes its way over to take hold of an exposed thigh. to run her fingers along it slowly, teasing. were her patience any lower, she might even start to snarl. she isn't yet, but it's obvious her eyes are showing it. that cellinia does have a limit to that patience she's displaying.)
Do you really think I'd spoil it so easily, Mai?
(that edge to her voice is prominent, her skilled fingers aren't moving any higher yet. isn't it more up to the guest to set the pace? maybe, but she does find it impossible to ignore that urge with the way she starts to let them roam bit by bit. along her skin, soft and unblemished in comparison to cellinia's own along her upper body. snarky taunts might not affect her the way it would some, but it does do things to her hearing the way she talks.
cellinia can admit as much whenever she's hearing her more, the voice and everything. it's enough to make her feel crazy. that assurance, like she's in control even when she might not be. attractive. attractive enough that she wants to see what she looks like when she's in pleasure, whenever this wild beast who acts tamed is between her legs or more than that with her teeth marking her in places they'd solely know about as she mentioned before.
how uncivilized of her to think about pinning her on some roadside in the middle of nowhere, to that seat of hers while that radio keeps going on playing in the background.)
I assure you, it's anything but spoiled, ragazza.
(purred out lowly, a hunger to her tone that's barely restrained. the growl in her throat rumbling over each word. oh, that must have been a mistake indeed.
a big one.)
no subject
She catches a glimpse of that price in the way Cellinia shoots a sharp look her way once her hand makes contact. Within her chest, a twisted pride blooms immediately. That's the look she wants to see, the kind of eyes she wants on her, the predatory nature of them that paint an all too stark reminder of their differences.
This thinly-veiled imbalance would frighten off any normal person-- it might have even turned away a more naive Mai, a girl who balked at the thought of dealing with anything other than what was safe and sensible. Perhaps it's the result of having been forced, day in and day out, to look terrifying entities in the face that numbs her in a perverse way to courting a different sort of danger, one that wears a face much too attractive to pass up.
Mai finds the answer she seeks when her touch is reciprocated in that brief squeeze. She doesn't kid herself into thinking she can feel the years of effort, sweat, and failure in those calloused fingers-- but the force behind the grip tells her everything else she wants to know. Something certainly indecent crosses her mind, a thought that might've stayed locked away for the moment if not for that hand snaking out of her hold and finding its place on her thigh. The hum of approval that passes her lips is probably a bit louder than Mai would have intended, but there's no one here to judge her obvious satisfaction. No one aside from Cellinia, whose touch is already daring to roam just the tiniest bit.
Victory-- and all Mai had to do was taunt her a little.]
Hmm... What do I think?
[Her now-free hand slinks up the hand at her thigh, taking her time to journey past the wrist and towards the forearm, where her fingers curl eagerly around the sturdiness she finds there.]
I think you should keep your eyes on the road.
[It's not what she wants, not even close. No, Mai desires those eyes as much as she does this touch. It's both so much and yet not nearly enough. Safety first, as stupid as that rule is...
But that doesn't mean that Mai has to be so cautious. With a painstakingly slow pace, she strokes her hand up and down Cellinia's arm, letting her fingers squeeze lightly every now and again. Aside from wanting to work her up even more, Mai aims to keep the woman's hand right where it is, right where she wants it upon her leg. She's assured by her words, but pretends she feels differently, true to her difficult nature.]
Hmph. You have room to convince me.
no subject
the predatory nature of her eyes is prominent, strong. the hungering beast within them is strong, and that doesn't mean that she could restrain it forever. not in the way she stares, how her hand squeezes her thigh at first. she needs to pay attention to the road, but that hum was enough to tell her that mai likes it. that she's enjoying it, the attention and how this beast would stare at her. how those eyes full of hunger and a demand for her, a want stronger than anything, might even find themselves darkening more. the thoughts are in her head of stopping somewhere off the road and hidden, of kissing those lips of hers and making her breathless.
speechless, silencing her in what could be pretty moans and gasps leaving her mouth. cellinia likes the idea greatly, with those indecent thoughts of her own on her mind.
she might have even had her hand go up further, she only didn't when mai takes hold of her arm. she speaks again, right. damn it. she did need to pay attention, and it's obvious cellinia has other things on her mind more than driving. safety first. she hates it like mai does, but safety must be kept somewhere. that meant needing to not keep pushing too far.
however, she doesn't ignore it. the part where mai keeps her arm, her hand, right on her leg. her fingers running up along her toned arm, the muscle there while her fingers rub idle circles into her thigh and inner thigh. she's not going to argue on that, even with the way that she stares at her. that hunger isn't going away while cellinia does start to pay attention to the road again.)
....however shall I convince you? Do I let your hands wander across my body as I drive, grabbing at wherever they please, winding me up further as I smell the scent of arousal from you strongly and fight down urges to stop in the middle of the road? An urge to drag you into my lap while I'm driving, no matter how dangerous that is?
(her being masculine more than femme has its own perks, far too many for girls like mai. she's even thinking about it more, the speedometer reads now ninety from her steadily starting to go faster. to test the limits, to see how fast might be too fast. a little consideration to not start at this speed, though it's not like she minds going back down to seventy-five.
what they're getting into now can be considerably riskier than just a hookup, the more they play this game. the more they play, the more dangerous it'd get. perhaps even more than that, cellinia hardly seems like she wants to back down in how she peeks over occasionally, the predatory look not easing. hungering and considering what it wants to do, if she might stop somewhere in the back roads and tug her along to the backseat where she'd teach her quite the lesson on flirting and pressing the buttons of a wolf so strongly.
or maybe it's better to say, she's into this too much. her buttons pressed, the flirting, the temptation and more. she wants to touch her more, but she can't. she's the one driving, the other woman isn't while she takes advantage of it to push further in every squeeze. every avoidance that cellinia thinks that she notices about what they both want to keep her wanting, to keep her chasing.
that's what she wants more. to chase, to pin her and make her never forget her. her strikingly handsome face, the nature of a wolf while they teeter almost into near mating for wolves at this rate. all she has to do is keep pushing, keep twisting, and keep winding her up more as they speak.)
I'm going to go insane if I don't touch you more.
(an admission, a growl and snarl at herself being so pathetic that she has to say it. that someone can get in her head that badly, fuck. it's dangerous enough that she did, but cellinia finds that she wants mai more for managing that so fast.
fast, too fast. but that's what living does for a change, something which neither side has been able to do much of in their own ways.)
no subject
It's fast, indeed. Faster than she's ever gone, but not so fast that it yanks her away from the fire burning just as quickly beneath Cellinia's fingers. Perhaps it's because of Mai's own racing heart, that the speed in which they bolt down the road feels like a normal progression. Almost.
The thrill she's savoring is still mostly courtesy of the woman beside her, practically admitting defeat. It could very well be that it's Mai who is taking her starved declaration as such, but there's no less triumph in her eyes either way. Those words get her so fired up that she's torn between more cruel teasing, or showing her how much she burns for her right now.]
You're already losing it, Cellinia.
[Mai settles on doing a little bit of both-- her voice pronouncing that smug conclusion with both mocking and the slivers of a twisted admiration. Her free hand splays over Cellinia's, dragging it further beneath the fabric of her uniform, far enough between her thighs that she can sense the heated yearning there, though not nearly close enough to satisfy it. It's a warped provocation, one that's aimed at both of them.
What's Cellinia to do about it, anyway? Certainly, Mai thinks, nothing enough to satiate either of them. Not when her attention should be on not crashing them into some hapless structure on the side of the road. Not when her arm is trapped between Mai's two hands-- though one of them is noticeably inspired by Cellinia's earlier suggestion to letting it wander over her own body. Dangerous, dangerous. Mai's fingers loosen around the woman's upper arm, gliding down the side of her torso before she drags her knuckles up the front of her chest. Up, up, as far as she can go in this position, then languidly further down, past the muscles of her abdomen in an obvious gesture of desire.]
If you wanted me in your lap-- [ she snickers, thumbing the button of her shorts before abandoning it heartlessly to wander back up her torso ] --you should've worn something else. I was thoughtful enough to wear something easy, see?
[It's clear that Mai isn't talking about simply sitting in Cellinia's lap, the brief swipe of her tongue against her lips only serving to punctuate the little fantasy she paints even more concretely. She wanted Mai to wind her up, no? Well, she had better not be regretting it now.]
I don't want you going crazy behind the wheel. I'm precious cargo, you know.
[Despite what she says, Mai doesn't cease her touches. They're the same, in a way-- Mai doesn't want Cellinia to forget her, either, even if this little tryst ends up being but a single afternoon in the distant past for them. True, there's a delicious excitement about being chased and cornered-- but Mai never said she'd come easily.]
Pull over if you want it so badly. Oh-- but then someone might see us. Poor puppy.
[Her words drip with sweet condescension.]
You're going to be waiting a while, it looks like.
no subject
it's a steady pace, a steady speed, her fingers brush along her inner thighs from as far as she's slowed to do. the heat she can scent from there, the way it stirs those cravings too well. she can tell she's mocking, tell she's admiring it, and the way that cellinia's voice has its own heat in that icy tone. that heat is strong, craving. how that snarl of teeth is there, she's debating on it. what she wants and what she needs. that she wants to stop this car, bunch up that skirt on her uniform to not let it be too obvious what they did. maybe even force herself to remove it so she didn't tear it off in impatience from how much hunger is thrumming in her.
she knows she's losing it, they wouldn't be able to satisfy themselves fully if she did it while driving. that she couldn't take that chance to "eat" the way they're both after from her ravenous appetite. that's only growing at this moment, they're ignoring the danger. the danger that's there. the danger that's also picking up further. her hand is brought so close to that heat, where she wants to touch her at more. where she feels her mouth watering as the scent hits her again.)
....they're not that hard to get into. (her shorts as she lets out a barely restrained growl from the teasing, the way she doesn't hold it back from that touch. the brush of her fingers along her chest, down her abs, and back up again after playing with the button on them.) For a hand like yours, it'd slip in nice and easy, won't it? Tug them down just as easily.
(she caught it, that way she licks her lips. amber eyes darker than ever while looking at her briefly, she's imagining it. her shorts tugged down, the car pulled over as mai gets a meal of her own between a wolves legs. the danger is picking up. the more she flirts with it, the more she causes it to grow too interested in her for their own good.
but it doesn't change it, doesn't change she's looking out for somewhere to park at. doesn't change how she's not regretting this, her precious cargo comment causes those calloused fingers to give mai's thigh a nice squeeze. that hand isn't moving from where it's held at, she caught the message. they'll touch when they're both at the breaking point. when they're both unable to keep themselves restrained as much from their imagination. how she's even doing idle strokes along her inner thigh, the run of her fingers along it like another tease. of what she wants to do the minute that she can touch her.
the moment that her hand can reach those panties, her wetness, how she might even lick it off her fingers for her when her own wolfish tongue wets her lips at the thought of her meal. the meal she's being kept patient for. that she's hungering and desiring most in how she eyes mai.)
You're lucky, I don't like hurting precious cargo.
(she can give her that, she wouldn't forget her. she'd even might wind up wanting more against her better judgment. coming to see her when she shouldn't, cellinia rolling up whenever at a single text to take her somewhere that isn't what the wolf had thought to be a stuffy old school with too much going on. the way she was often stared at by many there was annoying, how they thought she was a beast. just like the way she gets stared at by her countrymen.
but that isn't on her mind, what's on her mind now is that comment about her being a "puppy" again. how she's growling at it. that excitement, the danger in her teeth bared for what would be their time together when she pulls this car over. whenever she can, could. she does think there is a spot not too far from there, somewhere quiet. out of sight enough she can pause and move that seat mai is in back.)
I wouldn't be good at my job if I did damage anything precious, ragazza, even with me wanting to pull over and move that seat back. Me wanting to kiss you hard, hungering....
(hot, heavy, breathless. that's not going to leave her mind while she maintains her focus somewhat for their sakes. best not to let them get into an accident, the sooner she finds that spot would be the sooner that she didn't have to be tortured as much.
not in how she likes it, she likes it too much. she wants it to the point she might even stop at any time and go "fuck it" about who may or may not see.)
no subject
It's a bit less noticeable now, the speed that Cellinia has settled into, with fewer and fewer landmarks present to offer a point of reference.]
They wouldn't be so hard to get into, would they?
[Mai voice comes out breathy, sensual, while her fingers fiddle with the button of those shorts once more. This time, though, she undoes it. But her fingers don't slide beneath the fabric-- she traces her thumb down slowly along the zipper, instead, before daring to massage her fingers against Cellinia's still-clothed heat. She isn't at all shy about it, laughing softly to herself as she plays with her just a bit. God, but she feels just as needy as Mai does, doesn't she? And there's always something satisfying about having that tactile confirmation, proof that their bold declarations are working as intended.
If Mai had permitted it, she'd guide Cellinia's fingers deeper to make that same confirmation for herself. Well, she'll soon enough discover that there's plenty to taste, an aroma heady enough to perfume herself with generously, if she's so inclined. Cellinia boasted before about smothering a willing partner in her own scent, but Mai will be damned if she doesn't walk away from this without doing the same, sending the wolf back to wherever she came from wearing a passionate encounter with some trouble-making human.
She draws back her fingers after several long moments, as pleased as she can be without having really given Cellinia something to savor. That's fine. Let it frustrate her some more. Mai is already enjoying seeing her lose her cool even more, little by little. This stunt should tip her over the edge... but she doesn't mind using a few other tricks if not.]
If I really wanted to... [She lets the sentence hang unfinished, the implication plain as day.] But, then that'd just make our first kiss taste like you.
[Yet, she grins in a sneaky way, as if to say that this wouldn't be such a terrible thing to occur. Similarly, something in her tone wants to exaggerate the silliness of something as romantic as a first kiss-- though that little statement might only serve to twist this supposed hook-up into something more serious. Another mistake made, no? And there's already a litany of them by now...
Of course, any future meetings after today's would likely sit at the very top of that list. Yet, with how easily Cellinia agreed to meeting up with her client, driving her and touching her after promising a very risky, very delectable time together-- would greedy, needy Mai be so quick to never see her again after this?
Time will certainly tell.]
Oh, don't I know it.
[About her skill at delivering delicate goods unharmed. Those chips are still waiting, unopened, on Mai's bed. It'll be a well-earned snack for when she finds herself back in that part of town again. Whenever that ends up being.]
You're hot when you're impatient like this. [As if Mai isn't suffering from that same brand of impatience.] Be good for me, and I'll let you kiss me wherever you'd like.
[Mai, of course, is careful not to promise the same. No, she aims to be quite the bad girl, and let her own mouth leave pretty little bites wherever she wants to.]
no subject
to end their game as it goes further and further, ninety seems a good enough speed for her. with some build up, that is. cellinia can take it to mean mai likes it more when it's a steady pace, the speed going up gradually mixed into the mistakes that they're so clearly making. another mistake, that breathy sensual tone and what it's doing to her more.
that needy groan mixed into a growl, the purr and rumble of it from her throat lowly at her shorts being unbuttoned. her fingers trailing down the zipper and pressing into her own heat, her wetness underneath it. that neediness is strong, it's there and wanting out so badly. wanting to be released in its vicious desire to drown with her in the greed that's between them. she wants to touch her, wants to cover her completely in her scent. the baser part of her instincts gnaws at cellinia's mind, telling her to stop. telling her to pull over given they're along the countryside. that surely there is somewhere out of view enough when she looks about ready to do that as mai desired.
as mai wanted to see from her in how she has to bite the urge to roll up into those fingers, it'd break her concentration. it'd maybe even cause her to go too fast and get them into quite a bit of trouble from her pushing down on the gas.)
Cazzo....
(her tone is frustrated when she curses (fuck, she says), so full of hunger in how she hisses it out and needy. what was supposed to be a hook-up is looking much more different. much more than that. they're at the line, and she's falling over in how she wants to stop the car. she needs to touch her, she needs her lips against hers. their bodies melting together and cellinia even biting into her a claim that she's solely hers. that she'd likely tear apart anyone else that tries to touch her. a possessive beast, one which would never not let mai feel like she isn't her everything.
the further it goes, the more she'd give her. the more that she might even start to take her with her if that's what mai wanted to do. that she'd take her anywhere other than the dorms, her home, it didn't matter. she'd start to become hers and cellinia was not going to be opposed if mai did cover her in her scent like a heady perfume of its own. she'd want that too much, to mark and be marked.)
Tell me....where do you want me to stop this car at?
(because if it isn't soon, cellinia did notice a stretch of woods coming up. quiet and empty, not too far from the road yet far enough that they'd be able to get their fill at. touch one another, devour, cover themselves in one another's scents and forget about how this started. how this was not supposed to be that serious, their litany of mistakes and sins would only grow.
but that's nothing cellinia cares about, nothing in how she's breathing harshly. how that rush of heat is eating at her, how wild those eyes look when she's eyeing her. attractive, terribly attractive. a wild beast that wants to make her into her sole woman without them both realizing. biting her and decorating her in mating bites that only cellinia would be able to find, renew herself while also giving her more in other places.)
Because if I have to keep driving, I'm fixing to stop in the road....and not care who sees us.
(come on pretty lady, why don't you let her worship you like you deserve? why don't you let her make you forget everything for a time, stop thinking about anything except for her and her scent?
those eyes and her voice, how she purrs out such pretty words. words that she never thought she'd tell anyone before whenever cellinia's hand does a needy squeeze on mai's thigh. doesn't she look lovely, wild and free? wanting someone this badly? or is it too much? she won't want to stop seeing her, she might not ever be able to get her out her head from what this is suggesting. in how badly she wants to kiss her into that seat and more.)
So tell me ragazza, how badly do you want me to pull over somewhere, if not in the road?
no subject
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.]
no subject
she's feeling that impatience strongly, at the end of her rope. she might not last too much long herself, but that didn't mean she wasn't trying. she was trying, that counts for something. how she's always operated was along those lines and it's not as if penguin logistics didn't have their own share of these moments where someone was fed up and frustrated. maybe not with sex in mind, but that's enough to go off of in general. that they're bound to all feel these things. cellinia just so happened to wind up with it from mai, mai who she was sure was far too pleased with herself at the way she groaned for her. the desperate growl. that stronger urge to touch her and bring her fingers in deeper to touch her how she wants to.
she wants to hear those sounds from mai, too. she needs to hear them, has to or else she was going to go madder. cellinia even wants to taste them on her lips, murmuring all those pretty words she wouldn't know. begging her in that lovely voice of hers where she wants her to touch her at most. cellinia might do that plenty, given she isn't the sort to only just take. she'd give her far too much for a first encounter. or what should have been a simple tryst, something both sides could have considered a memory to not forget and left on. it wasn't going that way. it wouldn't go that way if cellinia had something to say about that involving the beastly instincts that are always in her.
truthfully, she might indeed do all that. whisk her away like some kind of knight, maybe even wind up with another uncertain number of lives taken on her hands. another family dead as far as the terrible people goes, taking away a girl that had long since resigned herself to suffering in their hell. how it'd remind her of how she could have been were it not for her own will. her own loss, all it took was one look at the corpse of her grandfather. that was what set her choice in stone, if mai did get to that point....she might very well take her as far away as she could. that nothing would stand in her way, that she'd kill those that dared to try touching her. fight them fiercely to the point of obtaining newer scars along that body of hers that has its own collection underneath her tank top.
she'd make her feel like the world, is the scariest part of girls like them. girls that were expected to be certain ways, treated like they could never be anything more. more so for mai than cellinia who was given the world by her grandfather; raised to be something better than a two bit gangster who would sooner sell their souls for the best chances they can get. a desire to see her grow, flourish and take the familiga beyond only what he did as someone from his bloodline. someone he felt deserving of it.
at being called out for her exhibitionism, though....no, she was right.)
And if I am?
(because what was the point of a wild beast holding themselves back in all the ways? sometimes the urge could be too much. too strong, and she did seem to have an idea that she's being met with a lot more interest than whatever other partners mai's had. by how she acts, she can assume that she's had enough to know what she likes and how she likes. however, that didn't mean she's ignorant enough to assume that the way a wild animal like her might do things should be started from out the gate. no, she'd treat her with far more consideration while claiming her. not like a piece of meat, like a person. that is another thing whenever she bites down that urge to groan again at her hands leaving her body. a little longer. that's all they needed to be, patient for a little longer.
as requested, she slows down. both hands now back on the wheel while she thinks about it and how she wants to decorate her skin in teeth and kisses. licks of her tongue along the bite marks she leaves, many indecent things that are on her mind. the car turns into the wooded area that comes up with ease despite the urge to keep touching her. that wish to stop the car sooner while letting out something that she doesn't normally unleash in the form of that beast within her. how she plans to fog up the windows and forget about the world in whatever clearing they wind up in together. cellinia hardly expects mai to just take it, anyway. she likes that from what she's noticed more that she wants it that way. to give it as good as she can take.)
You're lucky that I'm not stopping immediately with how much I want it. Voglio sentire il tuo sapore sulle mie labbra....
(that ache is mutual, anyway. buried down and blooming between her legs in it's demand, that near touch had done it's job. in how she slips into her other language again, how she hisses it out heatedly in a whisper without touching mai just yet.)
no subject
Mai's arms are folded tightly over her chest, her leg crossed one over the other, bouncing anxiously in effort to quell the stubborn need pooling in her lower stomach. They're getting closer, closer, to everything. All that they've been inching painfully towards. The searing touches were hardly enough, only serving to compound the feeling of being driven crazy. Her heart is pounding so strongly that she can practically feel it in her throat, and she has to force herself to breathe deeply a few times, lest the shallow breaths she's been taking cause her to be too light-headed to take charge of this affair.]
If you are, then I'm glad we left campus. I don't need you showing off in front of anyone I know.
[So she is an exhibitionist. Luckily, not so devoted to this aspect that she'd brush off Mai's demand for privacy. Mai isn't going to thank her for it, but at least she knows what mortification she has avoided in the form of being caught by any of the Kyoto sorcerers. She'd never live it down-- and it's why she'll likely never bring her new woman back to the dorms. Goodness only knows how loud a wild beast might force her to be when it really comes down to it... ]
Oh-- so I'm the lucky one, huh?
[Her voice has a sharp edge to it, half borne of indignation at Cellinia's bold statement, and half in frayed nerves. It's only made more extreme when the vehicle rolls up to a suitable spot in that tree-flecked area. There's enough space for the car to idle or make an exit whenever the moment calls for it, but the dirt road ends at the clearing, disappearing into the grass sprouting beneath the tires. There-- exactly what they were looking for, a slice of barely-trained nature carved away from nosy eyes. It suits them, no? Given that the two of them are equally lacking in restraint, with every creeping second.
Mai's hazel eyes scan the spot from behind the windshield and passenger window, searching in an almost frenzied manner for anything that might disrupt them, anything that she'd regret not addressing if she just leaps into what she came here for. Nothing. For good or ill, the last bit of tape is sliced away. Well, then, now Cellinia can have her undivided attention. and Mai expects nothing less than the same in return, as she hears the hum of the engine quiet down as it's cut.]
Pretending you're so tamed, aren't you?
[Mai half-forgets that she's the one who asked Cellinia to be a good girl for her in exchange for using her skin as a canvas for her lips. Her mouth feels dry, like the words that hang on her tongue would rather cling there than spill over and fill the gaps of silence-- anything that would prolong the inevitable. There's nothing left, now, is there? No further hurdle for them to jump to claim the real thing. Mai's fingers reach out for the collar of Cellinia's jacket, curling around the fabric before giving her a yank forward as soon as she puts the car in park. Her second hand finds its place tangled in her hair, holding the back of her head firmly as she brings their faces closer together.]
And how long is that gonna last? [Her breath is hot against Cellinia's lips.] Not for very long, I bet.
[Not a further second is wasted before Mai kisses her hard, pressing every ounce of frustrated hunger between their mouths. She keeps her gaze trained on the woman's eyes, never wanting to be the one who backs off first, and instead desiring to watch every little emotion that would dance across their depths.]
no subject
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.)
no subject
[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...
no subject
(that was her intention, to get on her knees. to treat her lover to more, to even kiss her full of affection that they both didn't always have. she didn't want to be watched, not when she touches her. not when her teeth want to bite down lovely marks in her skin and leave her so many. many that nobody else could have done, claiming her with teeth and kisses. her hands too, their bodies are pressed together like this almost. the space between them should melt away, melt them down with that intense craving.
that need that's growing and how it burns in that ache. each kiss is distracting her further.
further than earlier with their teasing, their stoking the flame in one another. there's a growl into it, the taunt worked again from how little patience she feels.) Coming from you who wants to see it, that's rich.... (because she agreed to it, she was pressed into chasing and found herself heavily interested in it. chasing, chasing, and chasing with the way that mai kept pressing her buttons. bringing her closer to where she wanted her. where they both wanted to be whenever cellinia melts for now into the kiss.
her tongue tastes of sweet chocolate and nicotine, the nicotine fainter than the chocolate as her tongue licks into her lover's own. the taste of chocolate on mai's own tongue was something she picked out with ease, chocolate is her favorite treat. her favorite thing of sweets would always be chocolate delights (though she can mix it up) from whatever occasion she feels like eating them. sometimes pocky, other times chocolate itself in candy bars she got hold of.
the taste itself is mixed together perfectly while the music carries on. her hands almost make their way to get that uniform off properly, only for that revolver barrel and mai parting enough to give her pause. her hands stop abruptly while those hungering eyes are on her lover, she was right. she hadn't gotten her permission to explore, but the sight of her with that revolver is far more attractive. the cheekiness, the batting of her lashes while she looks up at her this time.)
Since you asked....
(another kiss, her hands are slow to remove that jacket to reveal the fully toned arms underneath it after dropping it to the floor. the peering out of scars, too, underneath the straps of her tank top when her hands go downward next. to slowly peel it off, to keep those hungry eyes on her lover with each reveal of her blemished skin. the scars, the toned muscle of her abs. every inch of it a body that says she's gone through more than she'd speak about.
far too much more in how one peculiar scar goes from her left hip to her abs directly. that was something she might never talk about. not now, anyway. her breasts aren't too big, not too small either for a woman her size despite that muscle she carries. her body is in a way, perfect, something that one lucky soul could have to themselves if they truly wanted.
if she truly wanted it for herself once her tank top falls to the floor behind her next. the cold steel of her revolver gives her goosebumps whenever she comes close to her lover again, hands on her shoulders yet behaving for now. until mai may decide to point it closer to her again.)
What do you think then, ragazza? Do you still want to touch me as badly as I do you?
(does she want to let this time be a moment they might never let go of? never stop chasing one another, so recklessly, so foolishly with who they are and what they are? the sensual tone of the music isn't helping her. in the way she stares and how she's close enough for another kiss. another kiss she craves, another she wants to have. maybe a part of her is more starving than cellinia would ever admit.
she certainly feels too hungry for her own good, in some ways and many ways. did she find someone that might understand a little too well? who knows, she almost certainly doesn't. she already didn't believe in plenty of things after what happened before in her past.
cellinia might never, but she does know she wants more of this girl in whatever way she can have her.)
no subject
Not a detail escapes her eyes, trained as they are (and reluctantly so) in marksmanship. Regardless of her impatience to resume their kisses-- which had been stoking that fire within her so splendidly before Cellinia's hands started messing with her uniform top-- Mai isn't all too disappointed with the slow and deliberate manner in which she strips. Every inch of skin revealed by the jacket slipped off of those arms are quickly lapped up by the girl's attentive stare. Truly, all of that excess fabric was merely hiding the real treasure beneath, a body no doubt forged by a danger that might not be wholly unfamiliar to Mai, though nothing she herself had ever experiences first hand.
Mai was raised to avoid scars and blemishes at all costs. It was her value as a woman, her only source of worth when her talents for anything else were so shamefully lacking. Her own resentful mother might have harbored a secret pride that at least her daughters were beautiful, that maybe they'd be some trophy to someone who'd overlook their lowly status in the clan. But it wasn't as if Mai had ever received the praise for it-- not from anyone aside from the lechers that she had mostly avoided when she was able to. If she couldn't be loved by her family because of her low cursed energy, then she'd at least try not to embarrass them further by risking her looks like her sister did, with all of that training and risks she happily jumped into. But-- and Mai would rather die than admit it aloud-- Maki was still beautiful, despite what their years apart have changed in her appearance.
So, despite Mai's revulsion at the idea of obtaining any scars herself, everyone she has ever truly admired wore their own with a pride she could never muster. She utterly adored her teacher, Utahime, who still carried herself well enough even with a fair portion of her face marred by scarred flesh. It was an aspect of womanhood Mai admits she'll never truly comprehend, to not shy away from the price paid for real strength.
As Cellinia peels off the thin tank top that reveals an even greater host of scars-- and that frightening one slashed across her abdomen--, Mai feels her body grow warm with a twisted admiration. If she ever dared think deeply on it, there might even be notes of jealousy lurking far, far below. Not for the scars sported, but for the power and courage they disclose without words.]
Oh.
[All she offers in reply, at first, is a breathy pronouncement. A simple answer, fortified by the pure delight in her eyes at the sight in front of her. It's true, Cellinia's body really is perfect, no matter the superficial imperfections.]
You'd be sad if I answered "No," wouldn't you?
[Comes a laugh, along with the remainder of her answer. Her words are betrayed by what she chooses to do next, dipping her head in and pressing her lips to Cellinia's collarbone. Oh, she is well-aware that the woman aches for more of her kisses. She can see the yearning in her eyes, and she feels it in the calloused hands cupping her shoulders. Who cares? She'll get those kisses, though, just not in the way she wants them, not on her lips.
With the barrel of her revolver pressed lightly this time against her taut, scarred abdomen, Mai takes the thin skin at Cellinia's collar between her lips. The suction is gentle, at first, before intensifying enough to leave a small bloom of red when she's done with her work there. She had promised she'd send her away a leopard, after all, no? A head start is absolutely necessary.
Further down she goes, to the top of the woman's breast where the flesh begins to fill out pleasantly. Another kiss, this time letting her tongue lap at the skin teasingly before she sinks her teeth in ever so slightly. The soft laugh she utters is a hum against Cellinia's chest, an answer all its own to the question. A genuine answer, with how she doesn't shy away from touching her and doing it first. She releases her bite, running her tongue over the slight indentations left behind, and softy sucking another mark there to complete the little gift she'll leave behind today. One of many, of course.
Mai pulls back, looking into Cellinia's eyes in a smug way that expects a bit of praise.]
There. Looks pretty good.
no subject
or get hurt worse than that, that was her reason for going on the hardest path of the two friends she'd known since her childhood. one was acting a donna, playing at being a playwright and saying that they were the heir's to the once prestigious bloodline. the other had broken apart to pieces, despair destroyed her, the years of abuse by the system mixed into an urge to destroy it all. destroy everything in her obsession. honestly, cellinia half realizes she's talking like her. with how cellinia is using "pet" names. the thought would often make her feel something, something that twisted in disgust at herself for doing something that silver haired wolf would have done.
but she isn't, not right now. maybe later she might at the sweet words she'd have said. terms often given to partners and how they're a stark reminder of what that woman would have said to her. they didn't need her getting cold feet, she's come this far no matter her own cowardice, her own inability to do something more for herself back then. she'd always wish that she could have done something, could have saved her grandfather. it's unfortunate, but the universe has a thing for destroying anything good. including her grandfather, who had sought to only stop his son. to take his granddaughter under his wing for the reason of ushering in a new era. an era he would hope be filled with prosperity that they had never seen before. maybe she doesn't know entirely mai's own pains, but she knows it in another sense about expectations and demands placed upon the shoulders of children. of those who held no reason to be dragged into it by birth alone and virtue of it.
she wears them with her own pride, despite it. the scars, the times she escaped death. she's done so much more to get stronger because she told herself she'd never desire to lose so much again. to have to start the slate clean again and burn away what once had been her home. that she wants to keep something so important, family, love, friends....all close to her. her heart, her everything while they never know what she's thinking. what it was that she might ever feel about them underneath the surface.
while mai might feel jealous lurking deeply for that courage, that power. cellinia might have even told her that she did display some of that courage for flirting with her. who willingly flirts with a wolf? attractive or not, but the thought fades to her breathy words, delight in mai's eyes. her own eyes are yearning, her hands are relaxed in their grip.)
....from how much I want to feel you, I would.
(she teases, the words feel slightly soft while they fade further on her tongue. too soft for the heat they're after, whenever they go from gentle teasing to her sighing out breathy sounds. to her lips along her neck, the revolver making her stay well in place at the sensation of cold steel to her abdomen and now mai's mouth suckling gentle then hard on her collar. she was getting the head start she sought, marking cellinia's battered body as her own in leopard spots.
spots of red turning black and blue when they're done from every mark being left. cellinia intended to leave her in bites, marks bordering into possession. a desire to have and to own, to be owned and everything herself while decorating her in affections that would surely make her own father turn in his grave. he'd hate to see cellinia do this. she was a woman, not a boy. the usual with men among the familige being too displeased by the women that rose to power themselves.
that tease of her tongue, the lick of it along near her breast draws out a sharper sigh. quiet, but it's there. the rumbling growl, low and wanting in her throat could be felt like this from mai's light bite to her. they're close enough she'd feel every growl. every animalistic and bestial sound she makes while her hands grip slightly more on the other woman's shoulders. not enough to hurt, but enough to tell her that she likes it. she likes it too much when she looks at her. those amber eyes, dark with hunger, yearning, and want. the best kind of combination a woman as greedy as mai could ever want when she parts.
that smug look, that demand of praise in her eyes. another thing she wants to see twist away, how attractive this girl looks whenever she looks at her. smug and everything, self assured. like indeed, a queen of the castle who demands what she wants when she wants it and more than that.)
The way you get when you look this cheeky, this smug....it's attractive. (too attractive.) Your impatience, your self assurance....
(her own impatience is there, it's fighting her every second, she wants to undress her proper. she wants to feel her, she wants to give this girl another larger mistake on their litany of them. she can feel it down to her bones, the rising heat from them in how she stares. that tease wasn't enough to satisfy any of it.) I want to undress you, bella signora, won't you let me? (a husk, a rasp, the hunger accentuates the italian words. a compliment for her lover, her lover she needs too much.)
no subject
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.]
no subject
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?)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)