(in those beautiful amber eyes, it's something soft. something that even suggests that she wouldn't so easily go against her promise in the way that it seemed affectionate. a desire to keep her near, to cherish her. her heart pounds against her chest, but even cellinia knows that'd never be easy. both sides seemingly have their own intensive issues. nothing that would be easily talked about. but that's a norm for women like them, it became better to hide and run than face that part of themselves. the ugly truths, the part where they both were condemning themselves to be pathetic. undeserving, unwanted, or even in some ways incapable of having what they were starved of. like reality had a grip on their throats, tightening the hold until it became suffocating for them. their lives. that's what often felt like it was the result of that prolonged suffering. one can only take so much arguing, so much bloodshed and violence before snapping.
the former especially, as she had seen it often between father and grandfather. the good for nothing son arguing that his daughter should not have a position he covets.
but that isn't here, here is another story. with something akin to tenderness, the tender mercy she offers while loosening her grip on her lover's thigh once her body starts to feel less tense. a rub of her fingers into the bruises as if to soothe them if any, this beautiful fall and those eyes were all for mai. down to her not minding being a secret for her lover, a secret best kept away from the eyes of others while wanted to be with her. those moans were all for her, those sweet sighs, cellinia going against her nature as a wolf in many ways while they melted down to there being nothing left piece by piece.
she doesn't move to break away from her, each kiss met with her own. love starved girls are always like that, or perhaps love and affection starved. touch, too. when all one has is violence and emptiness, it starts to wear down the mind more than anything with how lonely it can be. without something that they would have desired to have nearer whenever they were younger and less jaded, less....ruined. to be more precise about how this world tears apart anyone, even those who had nothing other than good intentions and tender hearts. hungering wolf, a desperate and ugly little wolf that refuses to let go when her head says she shouldn't stay is the truth of it. did it matter any longer? that they weren't reasonable people? she never felt like she was one. cellinia can't deny that, the way she was never that way unless made to be.
her hand is staying where it is, her body close in all its warmth with that light sheen of sweat dripping down. the idle debate of them going back to her place remains, but isn't that also another unreasonable thing? to want to go home with her? she'd see it, the way that cellinia would sleep on her couch more than her bed, how for it being so lived in that it has a depressing air to it. like it's owner.
the heavenly taste of her lips distracts the wolf, if only for now. for a little longer. nobody would blame them, not if they knew the way their own pains were. not while cellinia notes again that she likes the way mai seems alive for her, that she weren't a living corpse the way that she herself used to be. that hand which cradled her head moves to stroke into her cheek. something soft, something slow as she comes down from her own high. wordless affections that kept carrying on between them, a slowness to it as if mindful. more from her own recognition that she wouldn't want to be touched constantly herself, if cellinia were not in the mood for it.)
....should I take you home with me?
(ah, her heart beats slightly faster. it's thrumming through her chest, hammering away while she brings the question up. she'd understand if mai didn't want to. it is far too early to trust her lover, even if their heated tryst faded to something more akin to lovemaking in how they offered affections both were starved of.
that both girls may not have allowed themselves normally by their own choices.)
[That softness in Cellinia's eyes, the rapid beating of her heart that is evident with them pressed together like this-- perhaps it gives Mai a bit of pause in the immediate aftermath of their excitement. Wouldn't it be easier, in a rather gloomy way, if the surge of hormones that led them here had simply cooled down once their respective needs were met, and they could just untangle themselves from one another without the strange attachments forged from words and looks and touches? Sweet nothings exchanged during moments of passion don't need to mean anything-- plenty of people lie to get sex, and they'll even lie during the act to make the feelings all the more satisfying. Mai can play that role, too, when she knows that her partner is insincere in every way except in how they pursue carnal delights-- she can at least turn off her emotions for long enough to go through the motions to get that temporary high for herself.
Yet Cellinia has shown herself to be anything but insincere. Funny, how this big bad wolf doesn't bother hiding her intentions in flowery, meaningless words. Maybe that's what feels slightly suffocating to Mai, gripping her throat in a way that has her own heartbeat pounding loudly in her ears. Instead of immediately climbing off of Mai and cooly pulling her clothing back on, Cellinia runs her fingers soothingly over where they had once dug into her thigh, and the hand she had cradled Mai's head with now caresses her cheek. It's a prolonging of a touch, an affection, even after they calm down from being taken to the heights of pleasure. The world is still reduced to just the two of them in the way that they keep kissing slowly-- even now, as the sounds of life outside in the clearing slowly seep into the vehicle.
When her lover muses aloud, offering Mai a continuation of their little meeting, Mai shifts and sits up a bit, glancing at her discarded uniform before looking back at the lover awaiting her response. Oh-- maybe they're both starved for something more, aren't they? Something that words aren't fit to describe in this instance. Mai speaks up as she gives Cellinia's ears a playful petting.]
Oh? You want me to be your leftovers for later?
[There's a dry humor in her tone, her words flippant and slightly flirty despite the way she smoothes her expression, not wanting to betray the embarrassing swell of eagerness she feels at the idea.]
...I wanna take a shower. [Mai blurts it out after a pause. Perhaps it's her own way of agreeing to Cellinia's suggestion, without outright saying 'yes.'] You're not gonna drop me back off over there looking like this.
[No, there's no way Mai would let herself make the long walk back to her dorm with her hair disheveled, her face still sporting a pretty flush, and the scent of sex and sweat clinging fiercely to her skin. Someone was bound to see, especially once they've noticed that she was gone. To complicate things further, there wasn't anyone on the Kyoto campus, teacher or student, who would be fooled that Mai had exerted herself so greatly from jujutsu training alone. She's as unmotivated as they come, after all-- unless it involves something that actually captures her interest, though those are so few and far between. No one needs to know what manner of thrilling adventure has left her so messy and spent.
Moreover, she still needs time to figure how exactly she plans on concealing this afternoon romp under the veil of a secret.]
You've got a normal place, right? You're not the kind of wolf who lives in a cave or something?
[How funny, the way that Mai's little quip isn't so far a stretch, given the lonely atmosphere of Cellinia's living quarters. Mai has a plan-- to go and give that place of hers a look-see, determine if it'd be worth paying a proper visit at a later time. If they were still seeing each other, anyway. She feels safe enough, armed with her revolver-- and if Cellinia truly wanted to harm her, she's had far too many chances up until now.
At the very least, Mai can tidy herself up some, and maybe admire Cellinia's handiwork in an actual mirror.]
(another kiss, the slight flirty tone of her own voice is there whenever she shifts back enough for her lover to sit up. there wasn't anything forceful to it. if her lover wished to be touched more and fed all the things they both were starved of more, then that's not something she minds. not in how she's slow about it, near mindful again. she won't call her out for any eagerness, cellinia never would have. she can pretend they both weren't eager to be somewhere that wasn't her car. her car, which very much carries the scent of sweat and sex between them the same way they did. in a way....it's also adding to that idea. that it's only them. that none of it matters beyond the way they touch one another and chase after that feeling. this feeling that cellinia hasn't felt in so long; that affection and poison behind it touching her deep.
deep enough that she goes against being "reasonable" once again, offering her to see her space. even with the lonely atmosphere, cellinia did have a nice little apartment. some would consider it a downgrade from the manor she once lived in before she burned it to the ground, others would find it more suitable for a girl like her. her living space isn't something extravagant, but something just right in its charm. something lived in while holding minimal decorations. almost like, it's owner refrains aside from what pictures of coworkers that she has.
and what posters they forced on her with the intention of not allowing her to always have it so depressingly lonely. pity that didn't do much to help, but mai didn't need to know that. for a lone wolf? it'd never lose that feeling of loneliness. that feeling of someone who was exiled from the fold, even if the choice was her own to do as she must. besides, she did want to let her lover have a better view of the bruises that she left on cellinia's neck. maybe the opportunity for mai to decorate her body further if she desired that while they're there, alone in a quiet wolf's own abode.
that sounded better than a return to their lives, the idea of that gnawing at the back of cellinia's mind. not because she didn't want to see more of her lover, but more because she doesn't always do this. not with keeping someone this close to her. this big bad wolf has difficulties with letting anyone close, close enough to touch her the way that mai is whenever cellinia relaxes into her playful brushes of her ears. amber eyes closing thoughtfully at the remark of a shower, she can take that to mean mai wanted to see it.
hearing an outright "yes" would have been a bigger surprise by what she's gathered of this girl.)
Not really. It's normal.
(a typical one in appearance. nothing that would stand out like the way it's owner tried to be in how cellinia often portrays herself. they'll figure out how to cover up their afternoon spent indulging in something not part of their usual lives. cellinia might not even cover the marks. she wouldn't get too many questions, her ice queen demeanor meant that they knew better.
though cellinia isn't thinking about it, not about how they struggled to speak with her because of it. not about her having to say that they were fine to do it, either. what's on her mind is taking mai back with her with one last (it wouldn't be the last) kiss before reluctantly untangling their limbs. it's evident that she likes that warm feeling, but she knows getting distracted by it now also won't get them a fresh shower and cleaned up as they needed to be.)
Besides, caves are a pain to stay in.
(now that sounds like a story, but not one she would talk about right now. work related stories can be another time.)
The way Mai doesn't answer that remark directly can be an answer all its own. She's gotten what she wants so far today-- how much more can she indulge in until she's full to bursting? She might not learn her lesson in temperance today (or at all), but... should she really count on a she-wolf to lead the way in reining in their mutual desires?
Now, that is an unreasonable train of thought.
It's far more reasonable to take up Cellinia's invitation, see for herself what kind of place a woman like her calls 'home.' She tries to imagine it, just a little, as she enjoys that not-so-final kiss and hums softly while her wolf puts more space between them. Mai will miss that warmth, too, but it's beginning to feel a bit cramped in the back seat, and her limbs are begging to be stretched out. Might be nicer if their next time is on that bed Cellinia had hinted at in the very beginning of their suggestive talks-- but that's getting a little carried away, isn't it? Mai is just going over to take that shower... Though when her eyes rake over her lover's beautiful body in the dim light filtering through the tinted windows, she decides that she might just leave a couple (dozen) more blooms upon her skin before she makes Cellinia drive her back to the campus grounds.
She is still looking very much like a wolf, after all, and not like the well-bitten leopard Mai desires to leave her as by the time they say their goodbyes.]
I was joking about the cave thing, you know. [Half-joking, by the sarcastic little smile she wears as she collects her uniform skirt and panties from the floor.] But, glad to know you're at least domesticated enough to have a normal place to bring girls back to.
[Her teasing has a bit of that old bite to it, but the glimmer in her eyes makes it clear that she's rather looking forward to the second leg of this adventure. It's an absolutely welcomed alternative to going back to whatever the day had in store for them before their little transaction. Moreover, it's not as if Mai has the luxury of having a private space to invite her lover to. Neither the campus dorms nor the Zen'in estate would be so welcoming to such an unusual character-- shocking, as Cellinia would probably be one of the more sensible people on the premises.
Besides, Mai would refuse most people who knew her the chance (or privilege, as some might consider it) to visit her 'hallowed' family home. Her kinsmen turn their nose up at anyone not bearing their prestigious surname as it is, and regard non-sorcerers with enough contempt that it's almost nauseating for anyone looking in from the outside. The deeper reason, though, is simply because Mai couldn't bear anyone meaningful to her witnessing the way her family treats her. Away from their influence, she can be as proud as she wants-- a little queen hiding her inferiority complex beneath a crown forged from a bit of arrogance and an overinflated ego. But in their crushing presence, Mai is reduced to the pathetic child she has always been, worthless and reviled. They make sure she knows it, and they'll no doubt make sure that anyone who finds themselves getting close to the Zen'in failure knows it, too.
Mai utterly refuses to let her schoolfriends see that abysmal truth, and she'll refuse Cellinia the same opportunity. Not when she looks at her like she's something special, worthwhile. She wants to clutch onto that illusion as tightly as she can, for as long as she can, until it inevitably crumbles. It always does, but not while she can help it.
A silence befalls them while Mai gets dressed, save for the music playing on the speakers. The fabric of her clothing feels uncomfortably sticky as she pulls it over her damp skin, and she mulls over throwing her clothes in the wash (Cellinia has to have modern amenities in her apartment, too, right?). That would add more time spent there, of course, but they could probably figure out some way to busy themselves. Mai leans over to retrieve the top of her uniform from the front seat, and snatches up Cellinia's clothes too while she's there. She sets the pile atop her lover's lap before making herself look wholly presentable once more. After running her fingers through her hair in an effort to tame the dark messy locks, Mai shoots Cellinia a self-satisfied look.]
If this place of yours is decent enough, maybe I'll stay for a while.
(lucky them that she has all the modern amenities that they could use. her apartment should be well-kept and maintained. nothing too fancy that it would seem jarring based off what little glimpses mai is getting, cellinia isn't that sort of girl that would indulge in riches. a surprise, to be sure. her previous lot in life had earned her quite the hefty inheritance, businesses and riches beyond the scope that others would have had in their lives. all held by the signora due to her disappearance from the center stage of that wolf eat wolf world, that world of violence and tearing down others to get further ahead. cellinia won't talk much about it. it was easier to get her to talk about anything other than the familiga life she once had been part of, but that's not on her mind. what's on her mind is about if they could even behave. if they'd keep their hands to themselves once they're in her apartment.
or if cellinia would find herself dragged into her shower, clothed or not. the two of them there, mai likely leaving more of those lovely bruises she bloomed across her neck and collar. that stare was noticed by cellinia, anyway. how she looks over her lover's body like she has thoughts of her own good. she says nothing on it, not right now. the wolf does however, take the opportunity to stretch out for her watchful gaze at first before reaching to undo her ponytail the rest of the way. her hair is sticking to her which is a bit annoying, but long hair always has its own issues.
long hair which she took the chance to fix back up into that high ponytail after getting it unstuck from her body. the sweat had made her slightly sticky, not very surprising. whatever happens later, she'll be sure to indulge her lover more. to give her as much of her body as she desired. as she deserved while they're off alone in what would be considered a quiet paradise for the pair. nobody would interrupt, that and cellinia isn't the sort of girl to be too hasty. this attraction between them being fire hot aside, she's got every bit of those predatory instincts on display as necessary. in how she prowls and eyes her prey, or in this case....it would be her lover who she patiently would be pursuing for however long mai wanted to play cat and mouse. or wolf and rabbit. however long she desires to indulge it, or for more than that.
she was debating on what to say once mai drops her tank top, shorts, and panties in her lap. ah, right. she did murmur a "thank you" before reaching to get dressed next. unsurprisingly they're both going to be uncomfortable as the fabric of her tank top sticks to her skin. she won't bother with her jacket. cellinia rarely does unless she had to (mainly that depended on where she would be at) cover up for whatever reason.
the fabric rustles, the music carries on, and cellinia does start to think about what she'd do if her lover stays the night. behaving would be off the table, wouldn't it? the two of them likely can't always manage restraint. well. cellinia could, but there was only so much that could be done of her holding back. she might not be as merciful the next time her patience is that destroyed, or would this wolf be? this wolf who shows tender mercies and cravings for whatever this feeling is going between herself and her goddess? that's the struggle of it.
a mighty struggle, but a struggle nonetheless. she reaches to zip up her shorts and button them back up, her minds going over a mental checklist (or two) about when they get to her apartment. she'll need to figure out dinner. there's likely something she can scrounge up, though that's a future thought for if mai did stay over. she'd want to give her a proper "date" by ordering something she's in the mood for. maybe even putting on some manner of movie while they're eating.
....second thought, that also sounds unreasonable. to think about watching a movie. they might not even make it through said movie, without that urge being there for touch. for their lover's lips while they sit together on her sofa.)
True. It wouldn't do any good if I was too wild, now would it? (their back and forth aside, she's mulling it over again. what mai said about staying for a while.) Should be comfortable, I got a washer and dryer in mine.
(which spares part of the issue, but that also leaves needing to address mai's lack of other clothing. hmm. cellinia did have clothing to spare, mai could be covered in her scent more depending on which she borrows. she has sweaters, dress shirts, hoodies, and other things her lover can use. if she weren't minding the wolf is more on the masculine side than the feminine in her mannerisms and demeanor.)
I'll dig up something from my closet if you wanted to shower first and wash up your uniform.
(look at that, she's quick on the uptake too in general.)
[If Cellinia is concerned about the chances of the two of them behaving once they're in her apartment, then she may or may not find it equally concerning that Mai is several steps ahead of her-- this girl doesn't care at all about behaving. In fact, she doesn't even care if she's the reason why they misbehave. Their business with one another isn't quite finished, yet, is it? Or at least, that's what Mai can ascertain from their mutual reluctance to separate for the time being, compounded by the forward invitation for what she presumes is more than simply a home tour.
Well, they can figure out what kind of mischief they'll get into after that shower is out of the way. Mai's pretty wolf will join her, of course-- there's not even a question of it in her mind. Cellinia looks a proper mess, after all, sticky from their efforts and bathed in the hair she spills before she ties it back up again. She moves like she knows Mai is watching-- no, like she doesn't mind that she's being watched. Curious little wolf she is, especially in the way that she doesn't bat an eye at the violet bruises displayed so boldly, courtesy of her tank top. Does she want to show them off? Mai almost feels a pang of jealousy, acutely aware that her own lovely marks are now buried beneath her uniform. It certainly feeds the secret aspect to all of this, as well as the swell of pride that she will acknowledge-- fine. Mai can just direct her bitterness at the classmates from whom she wanted to conceal her own collection of bites in the first place. Better that, than assume responsibility for her own clear instructions, right?
Her mind is somewhere different, her thoughts a touch less civilized than the respectable musings of her lover, who ponders over ways she can turn this outing into something more akin to a date than... whatever it currently is. Yet, as it is, they'll likely reach the same conclusion-- that they'll cave in, once more, to the attraction still burning white hot between them.]
Yeah, you'd definitely scare off the wrong person if you were too wild.
[Such a suggestive remark, one that intimates a veiled interest to peek beneath this wolf's merciful tenderness just a little. Mai has a terrible habit of trying one's patience, a fact that Cellinia has no doubt grown wiser to, following her little stunt on the ride here. And Mai enjoyed it far too much at the time, another fact that her lover is well aware of. It seems that this little red riding hood has gotten a bit more bold, hasn't she? If neither those sharp teeth nor sharper eyes have frightened her off yet, what will?
Perhaps a lair full of bones, picked clean, would strike a proper fear in this cocky girl. Trophies of conquests, concrete proof that her comely lover is still a beast at her core, and Mai is her unmistakable prey. Yet something about that little fantasy feels... off, even if it's only because Mai would likely trash those remnants and ensure that she's the only trophy worth displaying from then on. Ah, well. Her imagination is getting the better of her-- Cellinia did say that her place was 'normal,' and she's not yet lied to Mai. Perhaps the girl is still trying to wrap her mind around what normal is to a wolf, and why she would adopt such a life to begin with.
Oh, but that-- that's beginning to venture into personal territory, isn't it? Wanting to know more, wanting to understand someone else a little better. The waters are already muddied, though, after they've enjoyed each other's bodies the way that they did. Not to mention the pretty promises they had exchanged-- but no, prying into Cellinia's past feels like crossing a line, to Mai. She'll have no qualms about poking around what the woman lays out plainly for her to see once they get to her place, though.]
Well, what do you know-- that's exactly what I wanna do.
[It pleases her, that Cellinia offers before Mai even has to ask. And she's interested in seeing her lover in her clothes, is she? Mai almost wonders aloud how long that will last, but she'll spare them both the salacious thought and simply lean over to press a chaste kiss to Cellinia's cheek.]
My favorite kind of girl is one who can anticipate my needs.
[And she'll leave it at that, before returning to the passenger's seat the correct way, this time-- exiting from the backseat door and stretching her arms high over her head. The breeze is heavenly on her skin, and she'll bask in the sensation for a moment before sliding back into her assigned spot in the front seat. She notes with a snicker that the windows are still slightly fogged up, the last remnants of their little adventure here in the countryside. And what an entertaining one it was, Mai concludes, as she takes the box of pocky in her hands and idly nibbles at a stick or two while she waits for Cellinia to join her.]
(there were no concerns, truthfully. her only concern was on if she would have time to undress before her lover extends her "invitation", if she'd desire to pull her in all slowly. soggy clothes tossed aside from their desire to keep going, to make it hotter. to make it into something that they couldn't ever part from. cellinia did invite her over for a more comfortable environment, somewhere that wasn't a car. somewhere that would let them both have as many chances they desire in their attraction. their desires. cellinia isn't minding any of it. the idea that they both might be less than civilized about the rest of their day, or everything else. those teeth can always sink into her lover in how her baser instincts wants and craves more than just the ones she gave her earlier desires most. marking ones mate with teeth as they fall to pieces is something a wolf can give as the highest honor for them. something that cellinia would give mai the more she presses those buttons.
the more that she makes her moves, just like now in how she stares. how she hears her remark about scaring off the wrong person were she to go too wild. unfortunately for them, she knows. she has a guess that mai would want her to herself, those pretty teeth marking her as something to possess. something to claim solely as hers in the throes of passion. of sex and desire. because that's another thing, her possessive streak. she's good at not displaying it, better at maintaining her calm through it. the problem is more that if she did feel someone was a little too close for comfort that cellinia would bare those lovely teeth. she'd bare them and desire to teach them a lesson to stay away from what's hers.
she doesn't like it one bit, which is why she'd happily indulge her lover in wearing those bruises. the sploches of spots along her fair skin, without being fazed. there is no room for shame in a wild animal, this decorum she even gives is the furthest that she allows. otherwise if she hadn't allowed that, they would have both been covered in more visible marks of teeth and bruises. who would have thought the woman that lost everything would desire to decorate her lover prominently? she didn't need to say anything more on it, and yet....)
Isn't that the appeal? The risk, that urge for me to bite down until you're so covered in marks that nobody would be able to touch you because you're mine if I get too wild?
(mating bites. she hasn't told her about it, but it is what she alludes to. the she-wolf wants to leave her one, somewhere nice and pretty. somewhere that spoke a clear message for those stupid enough to reach a hand towards the woman she claimed as hers. those instincts are dangerous for a girl like her to flirt with, but neither side desired to stop their flirtations. their want for it. that urge for it and how cellinia's teeth may find themselves in mai's neck properly. not to tear her apart, but to mark her forever as her own. to give her as temporary as the bite would be, that honor of being claimed as a proper mate for this she-wolf. a pretty little goddess, solely belonging to her. it tickles her instincts too much.
but never mind that, she might even tell her more about her past. she may even answer questions if mai did desire to ask something, to ask about anything pertaining to her and her mysteries. this mystery woman who would make any girl curious to know everything about her. she's curious about more things that need her attention. like picturing her lover in her clothes, one of her dress shirts slipped on mai just right and buttoned up halfway. a view of her bust and cellinia's eyes wandering along exposed skin before the urge to....no, she can wait.
for now. the kiss on her cheek drags her out of her imagination and mai commenting her favorite girl is someone that can anticipate her needs. like that's common sense, or maybe cellinia can admit she likes that. she would have to pay more attention to her lover then and her needs. a little note for later whenever she goes around similarly, from the backseat door and right to the driver's side again. her discarded jacket left to hang where it was at, close by to them.)
I'll have to remember that....
(the engine soon roars to life while cellinia checks her rearview camera, she's pulling out of there without much issue. even going a reasonable speed for now, best not to risk the country dirt roads. this car is still a nice one, luxury and fast. something that she likes for her more dangerous job. funny how she went from heiress to armed courier.
once the car is near the highway she did turn the music to a more reasonable level. likely under the assumption they'd still talk on the way there, while also letting them have some background noise whenever she finds it amusing herself. the windows being fogged up still slightly was only another part of their list of misdeeds for the day and mistakes. though, she did reach for a stick from the pocky box mai holds. look at that, she's avoiding her nicotine cravings for her lover already. even if cellinia did pull off smoking a little bit too well for her own good.)
Hope you still don't mind speed, bella signora.
(the car barely hits the highway whenever she starts to steadily gun it, the speedometer going from a leisure pace to an upwards of 85. their background music something pulsing, something fitting for the mood shift.
(a woman's voice sings out: slide, shake your bones out if you wanna ride. throw your head back, make you feel alive....)
oh, she definitely looks excited in those beautiful amber eyes of hers.)
[Oh, Cellinia doesn't know that her little goddess was always meant to have the highest of honors bestowed upon her. Her father's standing in the family would have nearly afforded her the very world, but she just had to be born a talentless twin. All of those opportunities, all of that praise, all of that love-- all of it reduced to ashes that slip through her hands. No, Cellinia has no idea that Mai isn't a beloved goddess, not even close. She's a broken statue of a long-forgotten icon stashed away in some dusty room. And yet, the lone wolf wishes to worship her regardless of any of that. Mai would never dare ask why, lest the illusion shatter as soon as the question leaves her lips.
So, she can permit her to worship. If that worship entails her body being riddled with bite marks that would frighten any well-adjusted person, then would Mai so cruelly refuse her? Oh, but she'll play hard to get, of course. She'll flaunt those prickly spines that protect some delicate flower that might dare to bloom in a merciless desert. Yes, that can be part of the twisted fun she enjoys, the kind of chase that sends a thrill deep, deep into the parts of her heart that have been sliced open by a pervasive disappointment in life.
Do you really want to make me yours? Do you really want to be mine?
Do either of them really know what that means? Are they even aware of what sort of muck they'll have to wade through in order to make those words something true? When Cellinia remarks on how thoroughly she'd mark Mai's body up, a visual dissuasion to whoever might suddenly change their mind and snatch the girl up for themselves, Mai can't resist laughing sardonically in reply.]
So no one else could touch me, huh? You really think you have what it takes to swat away everyone who wants a bite?
[Cellinia is fearless, an aspect that Mai certainly won't attribute to the humanity in her. And she rather likes hearing those animalistic declarations, even if she hasn't the faintest clue about mating bites or what significance they have once skin has been broken in an act of ownership. Being sliced or chewed up by cursed spirits has never failed to fill Mai to the brim with disgust, but a similar fate at the hands of her new lover makes her blood run hot, so hot that it numbs her to the fact that whatever happens next today will simply be added to the laundry list of mistakes they're making together.
When it comes down to it, though, Mai decides that she'd like to see Cellinia get 'too wild,' sometime. Whenever it happens first, though, ought to be for her eyes only.
The car accelerates smoothly, faster, faster once they've made it onto the highway. Gone are the dirt roads and long stretches of farmland. They've completely left behind their previous adventure for more modern luxuries. The speed isn't such a bother, though it stirs up her nerves after having been so deliciously satiated before. And the music only adds to the energy of this drive with its rhythmic beat.]
It's fine.
[She'll say as much, even while her fingers tighten around the box in her hands. Her eyes follow Cellinia's reach for a chocolate stick of her own, watching its journey to her lips. Now there's a suitable distraction from the speed and the way that the city swiftly comes into view again. Cellinia's eyes, glimmering with excitement, is the perfect distraction from the way Mai's heart begins to race again at the thought of being together, this time where people might see them. Certainly the kind of wrong that'll make her feel oh so right.]
Just admit it, though-- you're in a real rush to get there.
[A rush to get her hands all over Mai again, she all but declares. But is it such a call-out, if Mai's own feelings aren't very innocent, themselves? Admittedly, her body still feels rather slack from that earlier high, but Cellinia doesn't seem very worn out at all. Of all the things that should frighten Mai about getting involved with a big bad wolf, her appetite of a different sort should be at the top of that list. Ah, well, Mai will consider it. But she did teasingly offer herself up as leftovers...]
(for cellinia, it didn't matter. had she known, it would have stirred that fire in her again. that fire of anger. that someone like her can be so angry, it's the bigger surprise. in those even years there had been time for it ease into not controlling cellinia. not her every move, not her every desire. who knew that a little good in escaping a life she felt so very of would have helped. that a lone wolf could make a girl who suffered such abuse and more feel like something special, but this was always her. she can be terrible, she always had been that girl who runs away. never sticking around long were she to find herself suffocated while also not doing anything to hide completely from her past. she's carried that weight. kept it right on her shoulders in the legacy of a familiga she didn't tell her lover about. about her family itself and the things that happened, how she left that night in fire and blood. that was always on her mind.
she's chewing on her pocky stick, her lips wrapped around it nice and pretty. the plushness of them hasn't eased entirely from how many kisses she's given mai. how much she's kissed along her body delicately in her devoted worship. truly she would have fought off anyone that dared to reach for mai. that cellinia could even desire it, that's the interesting part. that her instincts are going far, like making those promises. promises she's never made to anyone before, mind you, that were never said because her grandfather had often told her to never say such things unless she were certain on it. on what she wants, what she's after.
the expectation that she would have to be devoted to her lover was there, she didn't dislike it. vulnerability has always been her largest struggle in life. letting someone in, letting someone....see that she's not quite as cold as she can seem. that cellinia has always struggled, struggled with everything. she isn't some cool yet charming beauty, she isn't even something considered noble knowing that the wolf has done plenty of terrible deeds. even her not saying a word of what she's thinking is another thing that's always been there. because underneath it all, no matter her loyalty, her being driven to keep what little she has fiercely.
there's always that violent beast she's done her best to distance herself from. that wolf which would have instinctively reacted with bared teeth and violence the moment someone touches mai.
the moment that her flesh and blood would have tried to, even. playing with a beast like her is always filled with that risk. too much of one that anyone sane would have left a long time ago. her amber eyes peer over at mai briefly, from the corner of them, as if debating on if she wants to answer that. on instinct, she knows she'd do it. that cellinia would drive off anyone so foolish to take their chances a little too much for her liking.)
....that's right.
(but neither of them know the truth or weight of their promises, what they'll be going through. how this would turn from physical into something else murmured between both girls, in cellinia letting loose a vulnerability she never gave away. or perhaps even her and her goddess both finding themselves letting one another in piece by piece. in their own ways, and never saying more than they felt they had to.
she even did want to show her, how wild she can be whenever she pushes her to that length. that she wouldn't be able to withhold those urges. that urge to bite and claim proper her lover. that need to do it, it even did make her own blood run hot at the idea that she could have marked her with one and mai wouldn't know it's meaning as part of those promises until later. by cellinia's own choice in making her into hers at the fullest. her animalistic declarations are promises in themselves for her goddess and lover. meant to be that way while civilization comes back into view.)
If I am? I can't help that I like having you to myself already.
(is it really a call-out knowing they both weren't innocent in that? cellinia isn't that worn out. stamina is something she has in spades from her cardio, she's done plenty. running away, running circles around losers who push their luck. weaklings that don't know what they're getting themselves into. a cruelty was in that, how cellinia would pick apart people rapidly for daring to fight her. that they would learn quickly she isn't the one to mess with.
how frightening of her, truly, but she wasn't using that predatory prowl and stamina in a fight. she was giving a pretty girl her body and everything that comes with it instead.)
Didn't you want to run your hands on me too?
(they didn't have to rush it, knowing one of them hasn't recovered fully from earlier. she can be a patient predator, a patient wolf, and wait until mai wants it most. how cute of her. or how insatiable of her in that hunger she can carry.)
[Truthfully, Mai can't say she is all too surprised when Cellinia confirms that she'd strike down anyone who dared express desire for her little goddess. After all, if she was honestly declaring Mai for herself with such seriousness, she obviously needed the strength to back up those words, and the willpower to face whatever hypothetical foe lurks on the periphery of that challenge. She doesn't know, this wolf, she has no clue, does she? The wall of hatred and spite she will have to cut down if she truly, truly wanted Mai entirely for her own. Mai almost wonders what she would say when she finds out that another beast has its fangs in deep already-- a beast made up of the Zen'in clan's many shadows and cruelties.
Yet, in a similar way, Mai has no idea of the blood-soaked footsteps that trail behind her lover. She doesn't know that Cellinia's answer, so simple and yet vague enough to leave plenty to the imagination, conceals a past where she had already struck down and set fire to a life she refused to be tethered by any further. Mai is utterly ignorant to the grim fact that Cellinia's own family couldn't be saved by virtue of their own blood ties-- and if they fell to her ruthlessness, why wouldn't anyone else who exists outside of that sphere? Mai's demons are all but faceless to the wolf, the easiest kind of enemy to tear apart.
It must be those tender affections, that sweet devotion that she hints at, that lulls Mai from such terrifying thoughts. A kindness that, like the poison it is, almost has her forgetting that her lover is still very much a wolf, whose violent streak simply needs to be provoked in just the right way in order to make the wrong person regret that they even dared to stand against her. Because Mai simply can't picture those pretty lips, currently wrapped around some sweet chocolate, smothered in bright red blood after ripping out an enemy's throat. Yet, she can't say for sure if she's unable to imagine such a sight because it's frightening-- or because she can think of five other ways those lips would look the most beautiful.
Now, there's a thought. It's one that makes Mai's flesh prick with goosebumps, and slowly feeds that heat that rouses once more from its brief slumber. This time, though, she'll school herself, rein her desires in just a little, rather than reach over to touch Cellinia in the places she had enjoyed earlier.]
Then you'd better drive faster. What if I change my mind before we get there?
[It's a tease, a lie, without a doubt. Mai has no intention of changing her mind, not when she's come this far. There's nothing of note waiting for her back where she came from, but the possibilities for more fun spill over for her as long as she rides beside Cellinia to some part of the city that she doesn't quite recognize. A thrill of its own, this unknown. All Mai will truly be familiar with is her lover, those keen eyes and that impatient mouth-- and really, that's all she needs to know, right? Like an exam she hadn't bothered studying for, but one she is certain she'll ace, regardless.]
Oh, I don't know... Is that what I want? [To have her hands roam even more over Cellinia's perfect body, she means.] I think we both know that I'll be doing a whole lot more than use my hands, Cellinia.
[It's clear as day, what Mai insinuates with that purr of her name and the laugh that follows. Of course, Cellinia isn't wrong-- Mai's hands will get their fill of her again once inside the privacy of the apartment. After all, she'd probably like some help cleaning herself up once they're in the shower, right? As for whatever else happens after that... well. Cellinia didn't invite Mai over to sit pretty with her hands folded neatly in her lap, did she? Though it'd be a pretty sight, to be sure, that of a demure little doll awaiting her next command.
Funny, now that Mai thinks on it, she doesn't see Cellinia as the type to boss her around when it comes to pleasuring her. Her suggestions to Mai are just that-- suggestions, leaving numerous possibilities as to how Mai might illustrate those ideas and make them a reality. All the better. She likes it best when she can bring Cellinia to the point of pleading sweetly for more of what she's giving her. And if the wolf plays her cards right, she can absolutely have as much as she'd like in due time.]
(she doesn't know it, she wouldn't know it. not until much later how deep that misery ran, the hatred and the way that the zen'in would remind her heavily of the things she's seen. an arguing father and grandfather, a friend hiding her bruises and mistreatment by smiling at her. trying to, pretending like her father hadn't beaten her near death. repeatedly. all punishment for their childhood whims, for the silver haired wolf's own in a desire to cling deep to that sole light of her life. to chase and have it to herself while persisting on her own driven needs to hold on and on until that day she might very well die.
die by the hands of her beloved and dearest friend, her loved deeply enemy that knows her. that knows her too well.
that violence would never fade, not from the lips of this wolf. not from how truly frightening she can be while she keeps her eyes on the road. while trying to not imagine the feeling of her teeth in her lover's skin again. that want to desire a need that goes deeper into instincts. deeper than what is considered civilized, than what they'd both ever know. maybe her lips might have mai's blood on them from marking her, though without the intent of killing her. instead it would be from biting down deep with the intent of claiming her lover. perhaps even chocolate smeared along them would be better, maybe even the taste of mai again from her worship. the slick fluid from earlier while she kisses her hot and heavy again.
too many ways, too many things. all of them more appealing than that nature of hers which she suppresses by letting out something else. by letting out her words, the tenderness of them while cellinia even knows better than to presume one day she won't see how frightening of a woman she is. that she's too capable of destroying herself, destroying others and never once being fazed by it.
she almost wants to speed up, but she doesn't. they aren't going to be too much further now from her apartment. her speed is already at a decent pace, though she can't help but change her mind when she gradually accelerates as teased to sitting around 90. luckily for them, cellinia isn't bad at weaving through any cars ahead of them. a little rush of adrenaline. a little more enjoyment of feeling free. she didn't need to reply, her speed says enough on what she thought about that.
but she knows, she imagines it too. that she wouldn't just be feeling mai's hands grabbing her. that she wouldn't only be being grabbed at, her lover wants a taste of her own from her. a pretty goddess desires to make her cry out again for her, to beg sweetly and purr away those sounds she desires to hear. it's only fitting that cellinia resists the urge to pause and kiss her again for that. that can wait a little longer. until they're within the privacy of her home and not as distracted by other things on their mind.
such as cellinia needing help, she won't reject it. her fur can be a hassle to deal with, and she does maintain keeping near brushes for that tail of hers. it's fluff large and obvious whenever she hums. the way she imagines it...it's not helping much. as suspected, she won't boss her lover around, truly. she's never been that type of woman. commands aren't her style and she'd much prefer them both touching one another than one being made to sit pretty. not unless there were restraints involved, ones tying down one of them. likely cellinia knowing how impatient her mouth can be.)
True....and I'd like it if you did, Mai. I want to feel your touch as much as I want to feel more of you. (her mouth, her body, her hands. that's nothing cellinia can deny.) I'll happily run my own along your body, marking up more of your pretty skin in places only you'd know about.
(and lucky them, their stop would be coming up soon from this pace.)
[There it is-- the answer to Mai's little taunt, in the form of the speedometer jumping up a bit. Mai can feel it in the pit of her stomach, not only the slight lurch thanks to the car's increased speed, but also the ever-pooling desire that adds to her nerves. Cellinia declares wordlessly that she wants to squirrel Mai away in her apartment before the capricious girl can pretend to change her mind about continuing their rendezvous. Despite the way that Mai stiffens a bit in her seat, she smiles at the insinuation of it all, and watches the blur of the other cars that Cellinia leaves in the dust with her expert maneuvering.
The adrenaline rush isn't wasted on Mai, whose own mind is colored with plenty of not-so-innocent thoughts of her own. Her eyes tear away from the streets and affix to the shorts that her handsome driver wears. It goes without saying the things she wants to do to Cellinia, next. She plans on having that wolf between her own teeth-- those pretty legs of hers are way too unmarked for Mai's liking. Unlike her lover, who still so graciously plans on leaving the girl with cleverly-hidden bruises, Mai wants to absolutely riddle her with love bites, from her calves all the way to her thighs. Her hands will leave their own souvenirs, of course, when she's holding Cellinia firmly in place as she teases her with her tongue, making her see stars with a lovely mouth that's normally busy with insolent remarks.]
Oh, you'll be liking a lot of what I do.
[It's a promise that Mai is all too confident that she can keep. She's already had a taste of what Cellinia enjoys from just touch alone, the spots that leave her sighing in bliss and gasping for more. Mai will certainly have you begging plenty, darling wolf, until those pleading words are all too comfortable upon your tongue.]
You had better behave until we get inside the shower, or else we'll never get clean.
[What a tease! Against her better judgement, Mai would laugh and definitely indulge Cellinia in another kiss right now if she wanted to stop somewhere-- but that would merely reaffirm her remark that they'd be succumbing to their passions yet again before finishing what they set out to do. Besides, if they stopped now, it would mean that anyone might see them kiss and embrace one another passionately, and that's no good. Mai isn't interested in giving any of these people a free show, not when the excitement is building up this deliciously again.]
You know, I haven't had a good look at the marks you've left on me so far. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't leave a whole lot more. How else am I supposed to remember you after today?
[Another cheeky quip of hers, especially considering that Mai has no intention of forgetting her pretty wolf or the magnificent way she has been worshipping Mai's body with her gaze and kisses. Really, Cellinia ought to find a way to shut her up once they're inside of her apartment. The building that they approach must be it, no? Mai can only guess as much when the car begins to slow down, the quieting of the engine making her racing heart sound all the more booming in her ears. Her eyes will stay fixed upon Cellinia's hands upon the steering wheel, watching the way they tense and loosen as she brings the car to a proper stop.]
(sometimes that was the best answer, her actions over speaking. her mannerisms and everything. never mind that way she's good at hiding things, that way she's making it clear what she wants. she didn't want to waste this opportunity. this chance of theirs for more time alone. hidden away until morning or whatever time they see fit to rise from bed at. that is, if mai does wind up staying the night and making this into something closer to a sweet dream. a dream gradually shifting into a reality. another reality that both sides would not have ever come to expect in their lives. one beyond what once was bloodshed and the other in misery. she likes that idea. that thought of them not being interrupted, not somewhere as cramped as a car on a hot summer day.
it's appealing, the idea of her legs covered bruises and teeth. her hands bruising up the skin further in a firm grip if mai desired to, her own might be left on mai's body in places she could hide them at as she said, sure. but she knows, don't expect her lover to do the same by earlier. she won't argue, she'd even show them off. all pretty markings, left by that insolent mouth that has a sharp remark for everything mai felt need to slice into. busying itself instead with the taste of her arousal, her skin while those strong legs relax and sit spread somewhat out yet comfortable. she's looking forward to it, to everything.
about the idea that she would lose herself again for her darling goddess, for her little red riding hood. her pretty lover that is keen on decorating cellinia like her own prize in desire to not let anyone else have such a privilege from what it felt like. she didn't need to give another the delights that mai would receive, the affection and that hunger from this darling wolf. this wolf that eyes her, that's keen on giving more and taking more. all of it being however much her lover pleases, wishes for in the way that cellinia looks over at mai out the corner of her eyes again.
behave, huh? she'll behave, she'll behave and touch her plenty. make her feel so alive while they don't let any souls around them know what's going on between them. between the touches, their mouths and tongues. that she would beg for her lover so prettily and keen out those needy sounds. those cries that she can say belong to her from this wolf who promised her this body of hers and whatever else mai desires in their inability to keep their hands off one another. if she wants to make her body a home, she can. she would take it and wear it all so lovely, so beautifully for her along that scarred but well toned body of hers.)
Mm, I can behave....for now.
(she wants to kiss her again already, but she's not going to. that's an indulgence that has to wait, wait until later. later where they won't give people a free show. a show that neither girl was interested in giving because it wasn't for them. it was only for this pair of sinners, a pair of lovers so torn apart by the world they've yet to realize how alike they are in some ways while not at the same time once the car pauses in her parking spot.
the building is a nice place, not too luxurious. it's a comfortable atmosphere it carries, like people carry on their lives in silence and ignore glaringly obvious oddity among them. they must think she's a cosplayer who refuses to drop character. that's hard to tell in how her hands grip the wheel at first as a means of steadying herself.)
You can get a nice view of them while you're getting undressed.
(while cellinia likely winds up undressing her again, but that's not said. she undoes her seatbelt and goes over to mai's side of the car. the door itself opening and held for her lover. like earlier, she's showing her manners. how the upbringing of a wolf like her stands out in comparison to how some people could behave.)
[It was plenty of fun, getting up to all kinds of mischief in the backseat of Cellinia's car-- certainly a first for Mai, a delightful little memory of them fogging up the windows beneath an audience of rustling leaves and lightly chirping birds. Still, there's something to be said for having more space to sprawl out, an aspect of proper lodging that Mai is looking forward to. It's not that she had lowered her standards by screwing in a car-- every girl deserves to have an exciting little adventure with an enthusiastic lover-- but Mai prefers the pampered comforts that include a soft bed to luxuriate in after the passion abates.
She'll think about reconsidering her stance on staying the night on the first date, given that the two of them have been doing everything out of order from the get-go. At the very least, she'll hope that the wolf has the sense to sleep somewhere soft enough for Mai to get some rest whenever they're tuckered out. But the thought of Cellinia curled up in a proper bed, complete with pillows and a duvet, nearly makes her laugh. Well, she'll just have to see for herself, won't she?
Mai will give a short laugh in response to Cellinia agreeing to behave just enough. There's a musing that dies in her lips, something about how she probably shouldn't order someone around in their own home. Yet if Cellinia wanted a well-behaved guest, she definitely wouldn't have extended this invitation to Mai. Unfortunately for her, Mai can't even promise enough tact not to peer around at everything she owns and hasn't stashed out of sight. That's fine, she already has a sugary excuse ready should Cellinia express annoyance at it: Oh, I just want to get to know you!
Foolproof, surely.]
Seriously? Imagining me without my clothes on again, already? Sounds like you're the one who wants to see the view.
[With an exaggerated shake of her head, Mai eyes Cellinia knowingly, a sneaky smile playing on her lips. There it is-- there's the hungry wolf she wants to see, chomping at the bit to have its prey unwrapped and ready to be devoured again. And how fun it would be to have those battle-worn hands divest her of her uniform again, but this time, Mai will be the one doing the honors with Cellinia's clothes. There's a high likelihood of her sneaking a few more love bites in as she does, too, but she doubts she'll hear any complaints.
The chivalry that her lover demonstrates never fails to impress Mai, and having the door held open for her so respectfully is just another expression of those manners. Truly, it's not something that one encounters much anymore, especially not in the modern world. Mai is nearly certain that some of the higher ranking men in her family get treated similarly by their chauffeurs and personal attendants. She wouldn't know, herself a lowly serving girl before they shoved her off to the Kyoto technical school. So, she'll bask in feeling like a proper young lady, and smile with unmistakable pride as she swings her legs from her seat and steps out of the car. That revolver of hers is securely hidden, so as not to frighten any passersby as they make their way to the apartment. Better to leave Cellinia as the odd sight around the building, even though it doesn't seem like anyone is batting an eye. Do they not mind that she's a wolf, or do they simply have no clue? Perhaps they really do think she's some silly cosplayer bringing her pretty and stylish friend over to read her manga collection, or something. Now that's a laugh-worthy thought.]
You must manage pretty well, living around all of these normal people.
[She'll muse aloud once they're out of earshot of the other tenants. The two of them walk close to one another, and every now and again, Mai will feel her hand brush softly against Cellinia's. Hmm... ]
(the chirping of birds, the light breeze blowing about. she'll always remember that. remember that they may have gone a little too out of order for the enjoyment of others. she's quiet, for now. her space is somewhere pleasant, a soft bed and decent furniture. decent bedding and pillows, she has everything that someone like her can use. the amenities, some luxuries affordable by her job despite a tendency to be somewhat more destructive than croissant likes. she intends on letting her sleep. there is that, that won't be disputed against as cellinia isn't someone that is that insatiable. not unless a lover desires to see her exhaust themselves down to their very being almost in how she would have not let every part of her lover untouched by those devoted hands.
she'd give her so much more of her, exhausted or not. though she hardly knows what might happen. that mai also intends to look around, but there was a feeling more on what she might have said had they not gone back to her apartment. another order, perhaps, that she didn't behave for too long. that she wanted to see her hungry again and wanting. wanting to touch her and wanting to feel her, drawing out mai's own pretty voice while her lips are preoccupied with more marks of her own. left along that unblemished and beautiful skin of hers like a canvas that cellinia is on a mission to fill with her own colors. she's already on a mission to do that, why not make it so she doesn't forget the sight and feeling? the softness of her skin and cellinia's battle worn hands along it.
they're not going to behave for long, this is inevitable. that since the fire was lit it'd be impossible to expect otherwise. something in this brought back what once would have been that flame surrounding them in happier times, before everything decided to tear them apart. as if in mockery from whatever higher power is out there, though cellinia herself has long since stopped believing in that. she didn't need to. she held no wish to hold close to her heart that, but maybe she comes close to it again more in how she treats mai like a goddess. like something to replace her "religion" she's abandoned.)
It's a lovely view, can you blame me?
(but that's getting a little too far ahead of herself while they make their way up, the other tenants hardly fazed. they did indeed believe her to be some cosplayer while she's stayed within this building. maybe even were told to ignore her, that she's something of an eccentric girl from a well off foreign family. they all seemed to not care much. that helped cellinia often avoid dealing with them, but she did from time to time need to deal with questions arising if she weren't too careful about her antics. that's a main part of why she would keep it down. refrain from anything too animalistic so she didn't have to move from apartment to apartment in avoidance of what could be another rep behind her heels.
one that would be more amusing than the bloodstained trail that would never stop haunting her. that rep is one she would know too well, as far away as her mind is she's paying attention. the brush of their hands together, their fingers close while cellinia has the common sense to shift closer. to hide it better while that very same hand grabs mai's. almost like earlier, but much softer. considerate. she doesn't hold it too tightly or too firmly to give room for her to let go if mai decides that bit of affection (hidden or not) is too forward for her liking. she isn't the kind of girl that would be forceful. mai can decide on how much affection and other things she wants herself, cellinia wouldn't argue and even then, she's keeping her eyes on her lover. that hunger rests within them, quietly and patient for the time being. her floor is the fourth one, a little view for them included from a small balcony that waits and the nice feeling of the fresh summer breeze fluttering along.)
I can be good at being civilized, for someone so capable of being a wild animal.
(she's not going to lie about it now, her honesty is something cellinia has in spades. the part where she's prone to running aside, she doesn't lie about these things. not about herself or about what she does think when asked. helpful, but also terrible while knowing that it can stir up trouble when her tongue is being a little too sharp for someone's liking.)
['A lovely view,' Cellinia says, and it nudges a bit of warmth to bloom in Mai's chest. She sounds like a proper suitor, speaking about her so gallantly, as if she isn't talking about drinking in the sight of Mai's unclothed body all bitten up thanks to her. Her words don't betray any indecency. It sounds more like she's talking about a piece of art that she admires, one that she wishes to visit again, appreciate again, and perhaps even touch again when permitted. Curious, dangerous, even-- the way she continues to make Mai feel special as they make their way to her apartment for activities a bit less... respectable.]
...You won't catch me complaining.
[And why would Mai complain about having those reverent eyes on her again? She's a veritable desert, desperate for any drop of adoration that falls from her harsh skies. She can't admit it, the presence of some creeping feeling that Cellinia had fed to her during their time earlier. It's a feeling that makes those parched roots of Mai's leap towards the source, desperate to wrap around it tightly and squeeze more, just a little bit more of it out of that woman. And Mai has to refuse to admit it, especially to herself, that this feeling is what really compels her to follow this wolf back to her lair. That, and the look of pure worship when she has her just right, coupled with the pretty pleasures that soothe her bitter anguish like a salve. It's strange, how it calms one part of her heart while inciting another to scramble and claw for more, more of whatever this poison is, falling like rain upon her miserable desert.
She ought to be more disappointed in herself, shouldn't she? Perhaps even a bit ashamed that she's wanting to attach herself just a bit further, lest she obsess over shutting herself away from the things she truly desires in this life. Anything she really yearns for slips out of her grasp before long, after all, no matter how tightly she holds onto it. The whim of Fate's cruel wheel, no doubt.
Ah.
But then, Mai feels something-- Cellinia's hand slipping into hers, gently. Of course it brings to mind the recollection of how she had grabbed her hand before while drowning in the waves of ecstasy. It was a too-romantic gesture in the heat of the moment, she tells herself, but what of right now? It's not like they're anything more than two near-strangers headed for a more private setting where they can indulge in one another for a bit longer... But this would give anyone else the wrong idea, wouldn't it? As her eyes glance down at their hands, Mai tries to will away the blush that dares to kiss her cheeks, with only mild success. While she doesn't tighten her hold, she doesn't pull away, either. Mai isn't sure what to make of such a chaste display of affection, so she'll stop herself from dwelling too much on it. Or try to, anyway.]
Well, since they're not asking, I will. Why? Doesn't it ever bug you, being the odd one out?
[Standing out is truly one of the greater annoyances in life, after all. If it isn't because of one's looks, it's one's talents-- or lack thereof. The story of Mai's entire existence, really, being forced beneath a magnifying glass for things mostly out of her control. They'll leer at for her looks and punish her for practically everything else. Who would want to stand out? Mai has a sneaking suspicion that Cellinia's answer will be that she simply doesn't care, that it won't get in the way of her living her life, or whatever it was that Mai has heard somewhere before-- something that she had declared, that wretched sister of hers. Another hand that once held hers before trading it for a weapon to slice her way towards a glory that will never be hers. Never.
The similarities are there, undoubtedly, but there are marked differences, as well. Mai doesn't know anyone else who has a place of their own, with a balcony that overlooks a nice little neighborhood. Granted, the people that she knows either live on campus or in one of the numerous wings of her family's sprawling estate. Where else would they go, where else would they want to be? Not even Mai has any idea of where she might end up once her stupid studies are finished. Two more years, if she can hack it for that much longer. It would be nice, wouldn't it, to live away from that old life? But, it's almost as unlikely as everything else she might desire for herself.]
So. You live alone, right?
[Probably a question that should have been asked well before their drive over here.]
(it isn't the most decent of things. not the shared heat between them as their bodies are bared for one another. an intimacy that they would have dreamed of whenever their minds weren't so worn down, their souls, and their poor hearts which had been rife with so much disappointment. disappointment, suffering, the loss of so much of their innocence in their own miserable ways. cellinia looks at her like she's something to treasure. someone to have in her arms, a work of art and one she longs to keep in something sweeter. too sweet for souls like theirs. that would never change, they're at the end of the day a pair of sinners who would never be welcomed back to the fold for their misdeeds. misdeeds done intentionally by choice or forced upon them by another whenever cellinia notes how mai says that.
it's only fitting that her lover is given this delight.
this honor of honors, while the wolf keeps raining down on her desert. like the storms that she loves, the rain that she is always considered a part of. those clouded skies drenching her and her everything in it's dreariness. didn't it sound better? she can drown that desert in soothing water and wash away all of it in a downpour that was never seen before. covered in the way she touches her beneath the rain, that she drags her lover down with her into the bottomless depths of their ocean that waits for that opportunity. more, it demands. more, it wants. it wants to drag them down into this and what they both had been telling themselves will be purely physical. that they'll not do anything more than acquaint themselves deeper than most with their bodies. this poison won't ever fade from them.
the poison of tenderness, of tender worship. reverence and desire at the core of it. how she can display it all, show it by touching her. cellinia was never that girl who would stop the moment someone made it evident they liked something she did, how she reaches deeper into this bottomless depths they'll both be falling into together. keep clawing at it, keep begging for it, chasing it. take it all. drink everything offered. be savages, be amorous and unapologetically greedy is what her instincts whispers. how it wants to tempt her into letting it all out. to chase and chase, to hunt until she's made this pretty girl fully hers. that nobody else should be allowed to have her, not even take her from the hands of a wolf that is much more dangerous than acts around her goddess.
what those sharp teeth and claws could do is best left for others to suffer at the hands of, her goddess has better need for her mouth. for her hands to be within reach. amidst the throes of passion, or like now in chaste affections that they both would surely add to their growing list. their mistakes are only going to come out further than their sins by the time this day ends. but that blush on mai's cheeks, it's another thing she likes to see more of. that she won't ever stop committing to memory as another thing. she's seen it.
she doesn't even mind the way mai doesn't reciprocate entirely, it's only affection that their starved bodies has always craved. that something they always wanted was kept out of grasp. nobody seems to be paying attention on the final stretch of this venture to cellinia's apartment.
she did take a moment to think about her question, though, and:)
It doesn't. I was meaning more it can be a pain in the ass moving around when people start to get suspicious. For me, it doesn't matter much. If they're not bothering me, I won't make it their problem for crossing me.
(which is hardly a lie, if they don't make it her problem then she won't bother them. this is how she's always started to live since that day. that cellinia can stay quiet and if they dare to do anything she hates, they'd learn. that's how she's been before and after her departure from the center stage of familiga life. mai of course, doesn't know that. she may not care how she's viewed, but she also knows that being too much of a stand-out can get attention.
she'll live, they're better off not knowing about the predator lurking under the surface. or at the very least, not the way she displays it for mai's eyes alone.)
[Well, Cellinia certainly isn't playing the wolf in sheep's clothing, here amongst the civilians. No, the wolf herself is simply out and about, indifferent to the concerns of the humans around her. If anything, it would probably be more difficult to try to hide her beastly features than display them with such a committed nonchalance. All the better. Let the rest of them think of her as some strange otaku, dedicated to the bit. Mai will find mild amusement in the way that everyone seems to be equally indifferent to the oddity that lives amongst them.]
Oh-- so you won't 'make it their problem,' huh? Lucky them. And I bet they don't even know it, either.
[None of Cellinia's neighbors are even aware that their lives are being spared so long as they continue to mind their own business. Now that's a funny thought. And she says it with such a trained casualness, that one would think it less of a threat and more of an objective fact. Spoken like a beast, truly, one who knows their place in the world of humans, a world that they choose to inhabit. A place that, for good or ill, is at the top of this hierarchy, or very near it, anyway. Yet when Mai's eyes flit back to their joined hands, then glance briefly up at Cellinia's lips, trying to envision them drenched in the blood of some hapless human who dared confront her-- there's that disconnect, again. Those hands and that mouth have only offered Mai sweetness thus far, in a way so etched into her already that rewriting the memory with something decidedly more vicious feels... incorrect, somehow.
That does beg the question: has Cellinia needed to move around often before finding her current home? Did she leave bodies in her wake, or is she the type to merely slip away in the shadows of the night, disappearing before the figurative villagers could sharpen their pitchforks to drive out the monster in their midst? It's a pain, Cellinia remarks, something Mai can imagine to be true-- yet at the same time, something about it sounds awfully lonesome, as well. A life with risks like that can't possibly lead to a great number of meaningful attachments. At this thought, Mai reflexively tightens her hold on Cellinia's hand. It would really be just her luck, wouldn't it, to have to forfeit something exciting while the fun was just getting started?
Really, Mai ought to be used to this by now. The thought of it still annoys her, though.
There's some consolation, however, in knowing that she won't need to worry about any prying eyes inside of the apartment. While this is another suggestion of a lack of attachments, it's one that Mai can take a bit of satisfaction it.]
Must be nice, having a place all to yourself. No need to answer to anyone, either.
[There are many ways that remark can be taken, though the obvious insinuation is that Cellinia won't have to field questions about the girl she's bringing over to play with. No awkward introductions, no explanations on how they met or what they plan on getting up to. That's a relief, really. Their entire history is laughably brief, and anyone with enough sense would almost definitely cast a very judgmental opinion over their strange relationship. It's the last thing Mai wants, right now, a price she is happy that she doesn't have to pay for more of Cellinia's attention. No need for logic to play the antidote to their poisonous little escapade.]
You know-- I can't believe you just walked around like that.
[She points her finger obviously at the marks displayed around Cellinia's tank top, decorating her neck and collar. It's certainly a bold move to traipse around wearing hickeys like some pretty accessory. If those wolfish ears and that tail weren't interesting enough to grab anyone's attention, Mai's handiwork probably drew at least a few quizzical glances before the two of them finally arrived at the doorway to the apartment.]
(she didn't need to do anything more than that. playing wolf in sheep's clothing is another annoyance in itself, why go that far whenever it's easier to blend in with their thoughts about her being some manner of foreigner otaku? she's done good at it so far, she didn't need to change that. they can think of her as being odd, as being some girl who moved there because of some whims pertaining to an interest in that culture. they don't know about the wolf before them, that's better than one might ever think. that civilians don't know such a truth lying in front of them, that their guest is a beast. a she-wolf who is at the top of this unspoken hierarchy. as she was before in the old country, the motherland that she does her best to distance herself from. cellinia holds no wish to return to that life, that violence. all bloody, all raw.)
It's better that way, isn't it?
(that they don't know of it, that those lips which offer her lover sweetness have spilled blood. that her hands have carved apart those foolish. it was second nature. killing the enemy, crush the enemy. if they draw a weapon then they are not to be brushed off, she knows the meaning behind a fight with such things and by no means is cellinia going to hold back. that's never been her style. but these people? no, she wouldn't do anything to them unless they did anything to her first. her lips which kissed mai so much are slightly reddened from their earlier activities, her hand is comfortable around her lovers. she has a desire to not replace this ideal image with something bloody. something frightening.
before, her moving was purely because of work reasons. they never found a place to make their own, somewhere they'd all be able to stay at. that took time. seven years of time and all spent full of cellinia being thoroughly distracted. from that sea of blood, from the rain that threatens to take her by drowning her within it. there is no way around it. she didn't leave bodies in her wake, all cellinia did was slip away quietly. it is a lonely thought. that she could have grown attached to anyone, but was forced to let go of them to disappear again. she did notice the way mai's hand tightens around hers, was she thinking about it? that's what the wolf can't answer whenever her hand squeezes mai's in response.
was it a sense of comfort, that's the mystery. one that neither side can answer, but the idea that she can have somewhere to herself has been one cellinia got used to. eventually. that she was able to stop moving, stop having a nomadic lifestyle full of traveling and their own chaos. they would bring about their deliveries in the area and leave when the emperor decided he wanted a change of scenery. none of the girls argued as they joined, cellinia never did with him. he's already done more than most in taking her in.
they didn't need to worry. not about someone barraging in her lonely apartment, not about calls coming up that should be answered during their fun. their everything. she did seem to understand it was a blessing. they didn't have to deal with unwanted guests wondering what the two of them were doing. trying to even tell cellinia that she should reconsider quietly for many reasons, but there isn't any of that here. logic has long since disappeared and anything reasonable is only an afterthought to what poison runs through their veins. to that poison called desire, greed, and affection in their grim lives. that was something sought after. something desired.)
It can be nice, I like it. Not everyone wants to live alone, and that's fine. It's....peaceful.
(but lonely. that never changes, that loneliness in how she never has anyone there. how she didn't seemingly go out unless her friends talked her into it. cellinia never changed much, but she did blink slowly at the mention of the love bites and hickey's around her neck. around her collar, too. oh. right. she was having them on display, and maybe they did get a few glances before the other tenants carried on their usual.)
Can't deny that I can be shameless.
(whenever she wants to be, whenever she desires it most when they pause. her other hand reaches into her shorts pocket, a key pulled out and twisted into the lock before the door springs open to reveal to them this lonesome apartment. there's some clutter here and there, organized clutter. some books, some boxes. clothes gathered in a basket near the hallway leading to her bedroom. the clothes themselves luckily were muddy, she washes anything bloody immediately to save it from staining. aside from that there is the basics. a nice sofa with a blanket on it, almost like someone slept on it more. that someone being cellinia.
the kitchen and its amenities looked good, too. a little quaint yet minimally decorated apartment. the only decor so far would be those photos and the odd posters, photos of a seven-year journey cellinia had been on. if looked at closely at the start, she almost seems to be more tired.)
[Sure, it probably is better this way, with the neighbors completely unaware of Cellinia's true nature. It's nice around here, and calm, without any undercurrent of antagonism threatening to thwart an otherwise pleasant afternoon. This is what it must be like to live amongst civilians. Their ignorance and self-interest keeps them absorbed in their own happenings. Anything out of the ordinary is only paid a look of disapproval or confusion, but no one cares nearly enough to involve themselves in a bizarre foreigner's business. It must be so nice, so blissful to be this blind to the dangers that lurk about so plainly. And it's not just the wolf in their midst-- these people have no doubt walked past countless cursed spirits in their day-to-day lives, or might have even found themselves playthings for their wicked whims. They really don't know, do they? Mai can hear it already, the caustic words of her kinsmen about the talentless masses. If they died in droves, the Zen'in wouldn't even bat an eye. And here she is, walking amongst them, herself. These people have no idea about Mai or her pedigree, but no matter-- she's unfortunately closer to them than they would ever know.
As it is, even Mai only knows what the wolf has revealed to her, too. She's almost as ignorant as the neighbors they pass along the way. Almost, but only because she knows things she's sure that they don't-- the way that Cellinia looks at her just before they kiss, how she sounds when she feels Mai's hands roaming over her scarred flesh. Even to Mai, these things are still new, exciting, though still not revealing much of the woman who gives her these delights. Yes, Mai is little more knowledgeable than these other humans, but she'll cling onto her special secrets with a bit of a fluffed up ego.
And that squeeze of her hand in repose to her own touch-- it's simply another way that feeds that ever-present need to be be special, to be just a bit better than all of the others. Ah, perhaps Cellinia's self-reported shamelessness in boasting her lovely bruises is more fuel to that secret fire. The wolf didn't think that they were anything to hide, even around faces she sees often enough. Perfect. Mai wouldn't care much either, then. She highly doubts anyone would be walking up to either girl to lodge a complaint at their unashamed display, given how unapproachable they can certainly make themselves seem.]
Yeah, yeah, I remember. You're a little exhibitionist.
[There's an affectionate cheekiness to her tone, even while she casts a wary look over her shoulder in search of anyone who might be eavesdropping. The hall is empty save for the two of them, thankfully.]
I guess I can help you out with that, though. Earn my keep while I'm here.
[Mai can be a good guest when she wants to be. She'll sarcastically give credit to her mother's lessons, practically beaten into her-- though now they get to be twisted to suit her own self-centered adventures. Sure, she's arriving to someone's home empty-handed in the traditional sense, but she has plenty of other gifts she's certain Cellinia would appreciate better than some silly box of snacks.
Once the door is open and her hostess leads the way inside, Mai quickly follows after, kicking her shoes off in the entry way before standing in the middle of the main room to get to get a proper look at everything. Her eyes scan over the clutter, the books-- she wonders what kind of texts a wolf could be interested in reading, and as she wanders over to take a closer look, she notices a few photo frames standing upon a small table against the wall. Knew it. She knew this wolf would have trophies of some sort, proof that she's had her share of other pretty girls in these walls. When Mai takes one of the frames in her hands to satisfy her morbid curiosity, her eyes narrow a bit, though not purely out of some misplaced jealousy.
It's Cellinia, the way she carries herself in this snapshot. She's different--vacant, maybe, and weary -- or something along those lines that Mai is unable to describe concretely. She opens her mouth, wants to ask, but the curiosity tastes so blatantly bitter on her tongue that she purses her lips and rubs her thumb once over the wolf's likeness before casting her attention elsewhere.]
...why's there a blanket on your couch? Please don't tell me that's the 'bed' you were trying to get me into earlier.
[Of course, she's mostly joking (probably), but the look that Mai gives Cellinia is just a touch judgy, in a 'You live like a guy' sort of way.]
(truthfully, cellinia might have even detested the zen'in more had she known. that they likely would have turned nose up and everything at the sight of civilians simply living. that they may have found it funny to watch them perish or considered it a favor. as if it would have stoked within this wolf a fire that should never be brought back out again. a temper, something intensely lit and so very willing to shred those stupid enough to behave in a way she despises. she despises most the kind of people the zen'in family is. that's not even something to question about cellinia, that she might have even found the urge to hurt them there. that she would have considered stabbing her swords in the first of those foolish bastards for making more mistakes in their attitudes. their demeanor and how she would hate it. reminders of the old country were always terrible.
her changes from back then regardless, that didn't matter. she would have hurt them with her own two hands if she felt she could. if she felt she must, the wolf is rather protective of her loved ones. that is, if anyone were to reach that distinct honor that so few rarely could ever have in their hands. cellinia did seem grateful that they were alone. that nobody heard the way they spoke, spoke quietly about the marks and her streak of exhibitionism. mai's marks were something that she would wear without shame. no need to be ashamed of them, her lover left them and intends to cover her in more than that while the wolf reaches to remove her work boots. she's not too fazed that mai grew more curious about the photos on the table.
that one in particular she grabbed, cellinia was only just barely seventeen. taken from the old country with the idea that her new job would be good for her, if the wolf was asked then she would have responded with that she looked dead back then. that's the best description she could have given her little red riding hood. cellinia felt dead, there was no life in that expression. vacant staring, doubt, like she was going through the motions. a mystery in itself on what could have caused that, even with the cigarette seen in her mouth and her looking almost as though she'd rather not exist.
the other photos varied. some had her look more alive bit by bit, less like she were dead. more as though life had decided that she wasn't supposed to give up that fast. how depressing that a girl can look so dead, so....lifeless. for how she is now. but she won't say anything on that and the cause. she did notice the way her lover wanted to ask and decide against it. any time she might answer these questions would be much later. now? now she might only mention bits and pieces, nothing substantial.)
....don't worry, it's not my actual bed. I just sleep on it too often.
(never mind that she has it in her to look sheepish about being called out like this. she did live like a guy, she would sleep like so often that she forgets she has her bedroom. sora even made it a point to start recruiting croissant to shove cellinia in there over letting the wolf sleep on the couch. unfortunately, her main reasoning behind avoiding her bedroom was her nightmares. she didn't want to do something to her mattress, much less shred her pillows from any particularly bad fits of them.
while mai can take the chance to look around, cellinia did go into the first door in the nearby hallway. her actual bedroom, she left the door open if mai chooses to follow her (she won't stop her from looking around if she's that curious) to get a good look. the bed in there is nice and soft, decent bedding. a color scheme of grey and blue mixed together pleasantly, while the wolf is checking her closet for something that might fit her lover. she did have a number of baggy clothing if mai preferred, aside from dress shirts, hoodies, sweaters, and other odds and ends from her wardrobe. quite the trendy closet, admittedly. like someone pushed the wolf into dressing herself up more decently over something that looked unusual.)
I hope you're okay with me not having much of anything feminine.
(she didn't necessarily like dressing femme herself, it was rarer to even see cellinia in a skirt or dress. suits, shorts, and pants were her preference when it came to her wardrobe. something that's reflected in her more masculine demeanor often, she even did get made fun of for not changing her style much when the wolf returned to the old country.
maybe mai might prefer one of her dress shirts, hmm.)
[That photo remains in her hands, and after remarking on the odd sleeping situation, her eyes return to the face confined within the frame. Ghostly. That's the word that Mai decides upon, as she tries to tear her attention away from the young woman in the photo, and failing to do so. The Cellinia in that image is younger, sure, but there's a coldness there that's far beyond her years. An iciness that belongs more to the dead, a far cry from the simple aloofness that the wolf currently wears. It's uncomfortable to look at-- no, it's depressing to look at. Mai feels compelled to cast her gaze anywhere else, anywhere-- luckily, there are a few more pictures to attract her attention. Or unluckily, because this time, most of them have other cute girls hovering too close to her wolf. It's obvious that these photos show a Cellinia who is less empty, with more of a warmth to her stoic expression, likely thanks to these other girls. Mai can't decide if it pleases her or not.
Ah, well-- it's too much, it's too early in this strange relationship of theirs to feel her heartstrings tugged in such a way. It's not at all what she came here for, and yet something about seeing these little snippets of her lover's personal life will likely stick with her when she's all by herself, later on. Setting the last frame back in its place with a drawn-out hum, Mai turns away from the small table completely and gives Cellinia-- this Cellinia-- her full attention.]
What, is your bed that crappy? I'm starting to lose faith, here.
[This time, it's an obvious joke, punctuated by a lilting laugh in a reminder to the both of them that she had no qualms getting it on in the backseat of her car not too long before now. She makes this little quip to feed the sheepish look that Cellinia sports at being needled like this. Cute. Certainly a whole lot better than the face she wore in that old photo. Mai decides that she'll simply have to give her reasons to make only the loveliest expressions for the rest of their time together. Anything to dash away that haunting look from her mind...
Only a few moments pass once she's left alone in the living room, before Mai trails after Cellinia towards her bedroom. Oh, good. It's an actual bedroom, too, with a actual bed that definitely looks comfortable to sleep in. Huh. The girl will give another judgmental hum, raising her eyebrows to herself, yet another question on her lips-- but she decides that she'd rather peek at whatever her lover is up to in her closet. There's no shame in the way she walks up behind her, snaking her arms around her waist and resting her chin on her shoulder while she watches Cellinia rummage through her clothing.]
I'll live.
[Honestly, Cellinia's wardrobe suits the image she gives off-- Mai would be surprised if she caught a glimpse of lace or frills draped over the hangers instead of the decidedly masculine style her closet portrays. Regardless, it's not a terrible selection in the slightest, though Cellinia is right in that there are too few girly pieces for Mai to wear in the event that she truly had to raid her wardrobe.]
I don't mind letting you decide for me. Whatever you feel like seeing me in. [She trusts her hostess. Or at least, that's what her offer would convey, if she didn't speak up again: ] It's not like I'm gonna be wearing it for long, right?
[She laughs teasingly against Cellinia's neck, tightening her arms around her waist briefly before letting them fall to her side as she takes a step or two back.]
Tell me where your shower is. I'll get it going for us while you figure out our outfits.
(the way she looked in the other photos before mai had turned her attention away from them was much better. not like a corpse, more alive. the sight of her looking almost like she were the walking dead fades to the present her. cellinia could admit that she looked terrible, felt horrible back then. whenever she did feel something, anyway. there was a numbness to her that had lasted for quite some time, and that wasn't just her being aloof. it changed as time went on, those cute girls were her coworkers. the people she befriended. each with their own standout features that made them almost seem more like a gaggle of misfits than a group of couriers, but the emperor did start this venture because of cellinia. because he didn't want her to keep falling down on a path he knew would destroy her. it all started from simple curiosity, curiosity that became an urge to not leave her alone.
without that, cellinia would not be standing here. she wouldn't be alive. death would have come for her sooner as that saying remains. lone wolves do not last long for a reason. they're expected to die, expected to lose their lives for any number of reasons while the pack itself carries on. cellinia did have it in her to have a faint flush across her cheeks, nothing prominent. the other girls can't say they've seen her like this. not how she's standing there and even going over in her mind what she might like to see mai in most of her wardrobe.
or that had been the idea, until she pauses her search. to relax into her arms, that urge to kiss her lover is back again. how easy it would be to turn her head and do just that, she finds herself addicted to her lips already. cellinia even was comfortable to let her lover take hold of her, to rest her chin against her shoulder. mai is the slightly taller one of them, from what she's realized. not that the wolf minds it, though she has a feeling her lover might enjoy the idea of cellinia having to lean up a bit to kiss her. that she also has to reach up and take hold of her face like that to tip her head down for any others.
her laughter is a note that cuts through the thoughts more, she wasn't wrong. sooner rather than later, cellinia would remove that shirt she gives her. she even did pull out one of her button ups for her lover, she had worn it recently so it'd carry the most of her scent.)
True. (she murmurs, the thoughts she imagined earlier were there again. of mai borrowing what fits from cellinia's closet and taking it for herself. covering herself in a scent that is mixed of rain and nicotine. the dress shirts tended to tickle her imagination more, anyway. the idea of her lover wearing one and leaving it half undone; bearing skin that would get the attention of this wolf who would have been unable to help herself. her impeccable restraint aside, there's something here that makes cellinia unable to even resist.) I'll find mine then now, the bathroom is at the end of the hall.
(she'll have to show her which room has her utilities in it after, but it should be obvious. there's only one door left that isn't accounted for. cellinia is looking forward to this, somewhere more private with her lover. somewhere they could both not be found at. she doesn't normally bring back any kind of lover to her apartment, at least in the rarer times cellinia responded to those whims of her own. she even isn't the best of flirts from her prickly demeanor, but that was another thing the wolf realizes mai brought out of her. that the flirting felt so natural, so right between them. she couldn't help herself on that point, either. that point where she chased her more in her own way. with an earnestness that suited a wild wolf.
an honesty in her more animalistic desires, she spoke them out like they were poetry of their own.
she'll have to turn off her phone, to be safe. she didn't want to be interrupted by work suddenly because the emperor decided that they were all going to go after some stupid mooks around. he did like to add more to their job descriptions that shouldn't be there, and that also happened to include the girls winding up in fights with local gangsters. others who were making bigger mistakes in messing a little too much with penguin logistics. their rep isn't the greatest thing thanks to that. but they did have a rep for getting their work done regardless of those quirks. cellinia settles for herself finally, with one of her baggy shirts. she didn't need to wear any shorts underneath these and it makes for an easier time to remove.
given that they both know, they can't keep their hands off each other for long. with dress shirt and baggy shirt in hand, cellinia would be in the bathroom soon. she'll likely order them food if it gets to be a bit too late. it isn't as if she minds, sometimes cooking could be a pain whenever the wolf isn't in the mood for it. plus she has a feeling her goddess would want her undivided attention in all the ways her lover could ever have.
....maybe she wants to do that for her too, with giving her that much of her attention throughout the day, the night.)
[There's no way that the faint blush tinting Cellinia's cheeks goes unnoticed by Mai, even from her position close behind her. When paired with the way she relaxes some in Mai's hold, the girl can't resist feeling proud of herself for drawing out such a cute reaction from her stoic wolf. Perhaps it's the benefit of being in one's own abode, the lack of obligation to put on appearances for the outside world. Cellinia undoubtedly has to steel herself for whatever risky job she might be taking-- Mai can only presume that chasing after gangsters isn't the type of work that has her feeling soft and affectionate enough to blush around her colleagues-- so seeing her just a touch more at ease is very appealing to Mai. And she feels it too, the sliver of freedom to enjoy a little tenderness, herself. Being tough all of the time is exhausting.]
Oh, you want me in that, hmm?
[Out of everything that Cellinia might have selected for Mai to wear for her, the simple dress shirt is somewhat of a surprise-- and not an unwelcome one, actually, the more that Mai considers it. She could very well have tossed Mai a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants and called it a day, unbothered by how she might be swimming in the fabric. There's nothing wrong with a casual and comfortable set of clothes to wear while she waits for her uniform to be tidied up-- but at the same time, there's something to be said of having to yank a hoodie over one's head when trying to indulge in some hot and heavy activities. It seems like her lovely wolf has put a bit of thought into this, especially with the implication that she might want to unbutton it herself, treating Mai like a pretty little present to be unwrapped for some fun later on.
She makes no further remarks, and has no complaints whatsoever about Cellinia's choice. It'll be a delight to see those eyes light up when she actually gets to see just how it'll flatter Mai. Certainly something to look forward to.]
All right. See you, then.
[Her parting words are drawn out in a sing-song voice, and she leaves Cellinia with the briefest of kisses upon her shoulder before ambling out of the bedroom. Just before she's out of sight, she casts a flirty smile back at her lover, whose wolfish eyes are sparkling with some manner of imaginative thoughts. Mai hopes that they're of her, is almost certain that they are, and leaves into the hall feeling more than a little pleased with herself.
Just as Cellinia indicates, the bathroom is situated at the end of the hall, behind a door that is slightly ajar. Easy enough to find. Once the light is switched on, Mai can quickly see that this room matches all of the others in this apartment, in that it's sparsely decorated aside from the essentials. There are mostly only towels on the shelves, and basic toiletries on the counter around the sink. It's a stark contrast to Mai's bathroom at her dorm, littered with all kinds of face care products in their eye-catching containers, at least three different colors of nail polish, a makeup bag that she can't close because she keeps shoving more items inside. You can hardly see the counter space beneath all of her girly clutter. Forget her earlier thoughts about Cellinia living like a guy-- it's more apt to say that she lives like Maki. This is almost exactly what Mai pictures her sister's place in the Tokyo dorms to look like, and the thought has her chuckling out loud despite herself.
Charming, but she'd never admit that out loud. Not in a million years.
Once she gets the shower water running, Mai waits for the water to warm up by lingering in front of the mirror again, admiring her reflection. Cellinia has earned the praise for following orders-- Mai can't see any of the bites she had left outside of the fabric of her dark uniform. It's perfect, considering the season, though it does make her mind wander to the possibility of more marks in more places once the weather begins to cool down.
But, now she's curious. Her fingers move to strip off her clothes and undergarments, impatient to reveal the well-hidden bites beneath. As soon ad the last bit of fabric hits the tiled floor, Mai returns her attention to the mirror with eager eyes. Oh, Cellinia's right-- it's indeed the loveliest view. The small blotches of red and violet that litter her pale skin are beautiful, a haphazard trail from her neck to her navel, before the mirror cuts off the rest of the wolf's handiwork. She knows where the rest are, though, the most secret of those marks.
Whenever Cellinia joins her in the bathroom, she'll find Mai trailing her fingers over each pretty bloom with a satisfied expression on her face.]
(letting down her guard can always be difficult, a task that many have given up on. not because cellinia doesn't trust them, but because of her issues with vulnerability. that's always the struggle. displaying it for someone and letting herself be at ease. it's never been the easiest thing, cellinia could even count the number of times that she's failed miserably at it. though it changes little, that she felt comfortable enough to blush for her lover. that she could let herself relax into her hold as though mai has a privilege that another soul would never be able to obtain, this is another thing to treasure from her. from this wolf who has gone through more than she could ever dare bring herself to admit. it isn't so bad. being in her arms, seeing the way that her lover approved of her choice.
good. it's a bit more tenderness between them, she didn't want to pick something too tedious to remove from her lover. she also wanted it to be something her lover would like to be in. easy to remove, easy to get comfortable in, and also even easier for mai to torture cellinia with. which did add into those imaginative thoughts. those thoughts she had when she feels her lover's lips brush up against her shoulder. she did look over mai's way, as expected her eyes were lit up. lit up and watching the way that mai had left. that flirty smile, the sing-song lilt to her voice. it's done more to her. maybe she is hopeless, to want to see it more. to want to hear that flirty tone and her way of smiling when cellinia is doing something that she likes already. but that's too fast. much too fast. then again, they've gone against reason. multiple times, against that and logic while together in how they skipped over steps.
but that's the thing about girls like cellinia, like them. moving fast....that was part of the thrill. whenever they had so little, they'd want it. there isn't any way around that in the way that cellinia chases and chases. all mai has to do is keep offering her the chase they both are enjoying. she'd keep showering her in her worship. in those lips of hers leaving more marks, more bruises, more where her teeth bit down into for her darling lover.
had she heard what her lover thought, she might have been confused. it isn't as though she knows about mai's family (not yet) as it stands between them. but her bathroom did have some cologne in it. subtle scents, nothing too strong due to her senses. too much can be overpowering, but she did enjoy the scent of mai's perfume as a nice little bonus. enough that she doesn't mind being covered more in her scent.
cellinia comes in quietly, with both the dress shirt for mai and that baggy number for herself. that one would be easy for mai's hands to slip under as she pleases. she could even remove it just as easily. that was what cellinia found best for herself. ah, but she did see the way her lover looks pleased in the mirror. how her hands trail along those bruises and the teeth marks she left. she doesn't speak, but cellinia does come up behind her lover after setting aside the clothing they'd both swap into. if only for now, to look over her shoulder as best as she could do. her own hands rest against her hips, a gentle rub into the skin while mai admires her handiwork.
she liked it that much, did she?)
It really is a lovely view....
(as she thought, she wants to leave more. that's unsurprising. she wants to decorate her in as many as mai would wish. to leave them all in those precious spots that only their eyes would know about. that only they'd have been able to see. she likes the idea too much, like marking her lover as solely hers and only hers. making her remember the way that she feels so possessive whenever it comes to her already. because she wants her.
it's another sin, another mistake on their growing list, but she did mean it. that she wants her to be hers. cellinia can't deny that. even if one day a part of her would want to run again.)
I could always leave more if you're not satisfied with only those.
(her lips brush against her shoulder as she speaks, cellinia even looks content breathing in her scent from this close. another part she wants to commit to memory. for this day, for more than this day.)
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Date: 2025-03-10 10:17 am (UTC)the former especially, as she had seen it often between father and grandfather. the good for nothing son arguing that his daughter should not have a position he covets.
but that isn't here, here is another story. with something akin to tenderness, the tender mercy she offers while loosening her grip on her lover's thigh once her body starts to feel less tense. a rub of her fingers into the bruises as if to soothe them if any, this beautiful fall and those eyes were all for mai. down to her not minding being a secret for her lover, a secret best kept away from the eyes of others while wanted to be with her. those moans were all for her, those sweet sighs, cellinia going against her nature as a wolf in many ways while they melted down to there being nothing left piece by piece.
she doesn't move to break away from her, each kiss met with her own. love starved girls are always like that, or perhaps love and affection starved. touch, too. when all one has is violence and emptiness, it starts to wear down the mind more than anything with how lonely it can be. without something that they would have desired to have nearer whenever they were younger and less jaded, less....ruined. to be more precise about how this world tears apart anyone, even those who had nothing other than good intentions and tender hearts. hungering wolf, a desperate and ugly little wolf that refuses to let go when her head says she shouldn't stay is the truth of it. did it matter any longer? that they weren't reasonable people? she never felt like she was one. cellinia can't deny that, the way she was never that way unless made to be.
her hand is staying where it is, her body close in all its warmth with that light sheen of sweat dripping down. the idle debate of them going back to her place remains, but isn't that also another unreasonable thing? to want to go home with her? she'd see it, the way that cellinia would sleep on her couch more than her bed, how for it being so lived in that it has a depressing air to it. like it's owner.
the heavenly taste of her lips distracts the wolf, if only for now. for a little longer. nobody would blame them, not if they knew the way their own pains were. not while cellinia notes again that she likes the way mai seems alive for her, that she weren't a living corpse the way that she herself used to be. that hand which cradled her head moves to stroke into her cheek. something soft, something slow as she comes down from her own high. wordless affections that kept carrying on between them, a slowness to it as if mindful. more from her own recognition that she wouldn't want to be touched constantly herself, if cellinia were not in the mood for it.)
....should I take you home with me?
(ah, her heart beats slightly faster. it's thrumming through her chest, hammering away while she brings the question up. she'd understand if mai didn't want to. it is far too early to trust her lover, even if their heated tryst faded to something more akin to lovemaking in how they offered affections both were starved of.
that both girls may not have allowed themselves normally by their own choices.)
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Date: 2025-03-11 12:11 am (UTC)Yet Cellinia has shown herself to be anything but insincere. Funny, how this big bad wolf doesn't bother hiding her intentions in flowery, meaningless words. Maybe that's what feels slightly suffocating to Mai, gripping her throat in a way that has her own heartbeat pounding loudly in her ears. Instead of immediately climbing off of Mai and cooly pulling her clothing back on, Cellinia runs her fingers soothingly over where they had once dug into her thigh, and the hand she had cradled Mai's head with now caresses her cheek. It's a prolonging of a touch, an affection, even after they calm down from being taken to the heights of pleasure. The world is still reduced to just the two of them in the way that they keep kissing slowly-- even now, as the sounds of life outside in the clearing slowly seep into the vehicle.
When her lover muses aloud, offering Mai a continuation of their little meeting, Mai shifts and sits up a bit, glancing at her discarded uniform before looking back at the lover awaiting her response. Oh-- maybe they're both starved for something more, aren't they? Something that words aren't fit to describe in this instance. Mai speaks up as she gives Cellinia's ears a playful petting.]
Oh? You want me to be your leftovers for later?
[There's a dry humor in her tone, her words flippant and slightly flirty despite the way she smoothes her expression, not wanting to betray the embarrassing swell of eagerness she feels at the idea.]
...I wanna take a shower. [Mai blurts it out after a pause. Perhaps it's her own way of agreeing to Cellinia's suggestion, without outright saying 'yes.'] You're not gonna drop me back off over there looking like this.
[No, there's no way Mai would let herself make the long walk back to her dorm with her hair disheveled, her face still sporting a pretty flush, and the scent of sex and sweat clinging fiercely to her skin. Someone was bound to see, especially once they've noticed that she was gone. To complicate things further, there wasn't anyone on the Kyoto campus, teacher or student, who would be fooled that Mai had exerted herself so greatly from jujutsu training alone. She's as unmotivated as they come, after all-- unless it involves something that actually captures her interest, though those are so few and far between. No one needs to know what manner of thrilling adventure has left her so messy and spent.
Moreover, she still needs time to figure how exactly she plans on concealing this afternoon romp under the veil of a secret.]
You've got a normal place, right? You're not the kind of wolf who lives in a cave or something?
[How funny, the way that Mai's little quip isn't so far a stretch, given the lonely atmosphere of Cellinia's living quarters. Mai has a plan-- to go and give that place of hers a look-see, determine if it'd be worth paying a proper visit at a later time. If they were still seeing each other, anyway. She feels safe enough, armed with her revolver-- and if Cellinia truly wanted to harm her, she's had far too many chances up until now.
At the very least, Mai can tidy herself up some, and maybe admire Cellinia's handiwork in an actual mirror.]
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Date: 2025-03-11 01:20 am (UTC)(another kiss, the slight flirty tone of her own voice is there whenever she shifts back enough for her lover to sit up. there wasn't anything forceful to it. if her lover wished to be touched more and fed all the things they both were starved of more, then that's not something she minds. not in how she's slow about it, near mindful again. she won't call her out for any eagerness, cellinia never would have. she can pretend they both weren't eager to be somewhere that wasn't her car. her car, which very much carries the scent of sweat and sex between them the same way they did. in a way....it's also adding to that idea. that it's only them. that none of it matters beyond the way they touch one another and chase after that feeling. this feeling that cellinia hasn't felt in so long; that affection and poison behind it touching her deep.
deep enough that she goes against being "reasonable" once again, offering her to see her space. even with the lonely atmosphere, cellinia did have a nice little apartment. some would consider it a downgrade from the manor she once lived in before she burned it to the ground, others would find it more suitable for a girl like her. her living space isn't something extravagant, but something just right in its charm. something lived in while holding minimal decorations. almost like, it's owner refrains aside from what pictures of coworkers that she has.
and what posters they forced on her with the intention of not allowing her to always have it so depressingly lonely. pity that didn't do much to help, but mai didn't need to know that. for a lone wolf? it'd never lose that feeling of loneliness. that feeling of someone who was exiled from the fold, even if the choice was her own to do as she must. besides, she did want to let her lover have a better view of the bruises that she left on cellinia's neck. maybe the opportunity for mai to decorate her body further if she desired that while they're there, alone in a quiet wolf's own abode.
that sounded better than a return to their lives, the idea of that gnawing at the back of cellinia's mind. not because she didn't want to see more of her lover, but more because she doesn't always do this. not with keeping someone this close to her. this big bad wolf has difficulties with letting anyone close, close enough to touch her the way that mai is whenever cellinia relaxes into her playful brushes of her ears. amber eyes closing thoughtfully at the remark of a shower, she can take that to mean mai wanted to see it.
hearing an outright "yes" would have been a bigger surprise by what she's gathered of this girl.)
Not really. It's normal.
(a typical one in appearance. nothing that would stand out like the way it's owner tried to be in how cellinia often portrays herself. they'll figure out how to cover up their afternoon spent indulging in something not part of their usual lives. cellinia might not even cover the marks. she wouldn't get too many questions, her ice queen demeanor meant that they knew better.
though cellinia isn't thinking about it, not about how they struggled to speak with her because of it. not about her having to say that they were fine to do it, either. what's on her mind is taking mai back with her with one last (it wouldn't be the last) kiss before reluctantly untangling their limbs. it's evident that she likes that warm feeling, but she knows getting distracted by it now also won't get them a fresh shower and cleaned up as they needed to be.)
Besides, caves are a pain to stay in.
(now that sounds like a story, but not one she would talk about right now. work related stories can be another time.)
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Date: 2025-03-11 06:56 am (UTC)The way Mai doesn't answer that remark directly can be an answer all its own. She's gotten what she wants so far today-- how much more can she indulge in until she's full to bursting? She might not learn her lesson in temperance today (or at all), but... should she really count on a she-wolf to lead the way in reining in their mutual desires?
Now, that is an unreasonable train of thought.
It's far more reasonable to take up Cellinia's invitation, see for herself what kind of place a woman like her calls 'home.' She tries to imagine it, just a little, as she enjoys that not-so-final kiss and hums softly while her wolf puts more space between them. Mai will miss that warmth, too, but it's beginning to feel a bit cramped in the back seat, and her limbs are begging to be stretched out. Might be nicer if their next time is on that bed Cellinia had hinted at in the very beginning of their suggestive talks-- but that's getting a little carried away, isn't it? Mai is just going over to take that shower... Though when her eyes rake over her lover's beautiful body in the dim light filtering through the tinted windows, she decides that she might just leave a couple (dozen) more blooms upon her skin before she makes Cellinia drive her back to the campus grounds.
She is still looking very much like a wolf, after all, and not like the well-bitten leopard Mai desires to leave her as by the time they say their goodbyes.]
I was joking about the cave thing, you know. [Half-joking, by the sarcastic little smile she wears as she collects her uniform skirt and panties from the floor.] But, glad to know you're at least domesticated enough to have a normal place to bring girls back to.
[Her teasing has a bit of that old bite to it, but the glimmer in her eyes makes it clear that she's rather looking forward to the second leg of this adventure. It's an absolutely welcomed alternative to going back to whatever the day had in store for them before their little transaction. Moreover, it's not as if Mai has the luxury of having a private space to invite her lover to. Neither the campus dorms nor the Zen'in estate would be so welcoming to such an unusual character-- shocking, as Cellinia would probably be one of the more sensible people on the premises.
Besides, Mai would refuse most people who knew her the chance (or privilege, as some might consider it) to visit her 'hallowed' family home. Her kinsmen turn their nose up at anyone not bearing their prestigious surname as it is, and regard non-sorcerers with enough contempt that it's almost nauseating for anyone looking in from the outside. The deeper reason, though, is simply because Mai couldn't bear anyone meaningful to her witnessing the way her family treats her. Away from their influence, she can be as proud as she wants-- a little queen hiding her inferiority complex beneath a crown forged from a bit of arrogance and an overinflated ego. But in their crushing presence, Mai is reduced to the pathetic child she has always been, worthless and reviled. They make sure she knows it, and they'll no doubt make sure that anyone who finds themselves getting close to the Zen'in failure knows it, too.
Mai utterly refuses to let her schoolfriends see that abysmal truth, and she'll refuse Cellinia the same opportunity. Not when she looks at her like she's something special, worthwhile. She wants to clutch onto that illusion as tightly as she can, for as long as she can, until it inevitably crumbles. It always does, but not while she can help it.
A silence befalls them while Mai gets dressed, save for the music playing on the speakers. The fabric of her clothing feels uncomfortably sticky as she pulls it over her damp skin, and she mulls over throwing her clothes in the wash (Cellinia has to have modern amenities in her apartment, too, right?). That would add more time spent there, of course, but they could probably figure out some way to busy themselves. Mai leans over to retrieve the top of her uniform from the front seat, and snatches up Cellinia's clothes too while she's there. She sets the pile atop her lover's lap before making herself look wholly presentable once more. After running her fingers through her hair in an effort to tame the dark messy locks, Mai shoots Cellinia a self-satisfied look.]
If this place of yours is decent enough, maybe I'll stay for a while.
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Date: 2025-03-11 10:01 am (UTC)or if cellinia would find herself dragged into her shower, clothed or not. the two of them there, mai likely leaving more of those lovely bruises she bloomed across her neck and collar. that stare was noticed by cellinia, anyway. how she looks over her lover's body like she has thoughts of her own good. she says nothing on it, not right now. the wolf does however, take the opportunity to stretch out for her watchful gaze at first before reaching to undo her ponytail the rest of the way. her hair is sticking to her which is a bit annoying, but long hair always has its own issues.
long hair which she took the chance to fix back up into that high ponytail after getting it unstuck from her body. the sweat had made her slightly sticky, not very surprising. whatever happens later, she'll be sure to indulge her lover more. to give her as much of her body as she desired. as she deserved while they're off alone in what would be considered a quiet paradise for the pair. nobody would interrupt, that and cellinia isn't the sort of girl to be too hasty. this attraction between them being fire hot aside, she's got every bit of those predatory instincts on display as necessary. in how she prowls and eyes her prey, or in this case....it would be her lover who she patiently would be pursuing for however long mai wanted to play cat and mouse. or wolf and rabbit. however long she desires to indulge it, or for more than that.
she was debating on what to say once mai drops her tank top, shorts, and panties in her lap. ah, right. she did murmur a "thank you" before reaching to get dressed next. unsurprisingly they're both going to be uncomfortable as the fabric of her tank top sticks to her skin. she won't bother with her jacket. cellinia rarely does unless she had to (mainly that depended on where she would be at) cover up for whatever reason.
the fabric rustles, the music carries on, and cellinia does start to think about what she'd do if her lover stays the night. behaving would be off the table, wouldn't it? the two of them likely can't always manage restraint. well. cellinia could, but there was only so much that could be done of her holding back. she might not be as merciful the next time her patience is that destroyed, or would this wolf be? this wolf who shows tender mercies and cravings for whatever this feeling is going between herself and her goddess? that's the struggle of it.
a mighty struggle, but a struggle nonetheless. she reaches to zip up her shorts and button them back up, her minds going over a mental checklist (or two) about when they get to her apartment. she'll need to figure out dinner. there's likely something she can scrounge up, though that's a future thought for if mai did stay over. she'd want to give her a proper "date" by ordering something she's in the mood for. maybe even putting on some manner of movie while they're eating.
....second thought, that also sounds unreasonable. to think about watching a movie. they might not even make it through said movie, without that urge being there for touch. for their lover's lips while they sit together on her sofa.)
True. It wouldn't do any good if I was too wild, now would it? (their back and forth aside, she's mulling it over again. what mai said about staying for a while.) Should be comfortable, I got a washer and dryer in mine.
(which spares part of the issue, but that also leaves needing to address mai's lack of other clothing. hmm. cellinia did have clothing to spare, mai could be covered in her scent more depending on which she borrows. she has sweaters, dress shirts, hoodies, and other things her lover can use. if she weren't minding the wolf is more on the masculine side than the feminine in her mannerisms and demeanor.)
I'll dig up something from my closet if you wanted to shower first and wash up your uniform.
(look at that, she's quick on the uptake too in general.)
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Date: 2025-03-12 09:24 am (UTC)Well, they can figure out what kind of mischief they'll get into after that shower is out of the way. Mai's pretty wolf will join her, of course-- there's not even a question of it in her mind. Cellinia looks a proper mess, after all, sticky from their efforts and bathed in the hair she spills before she ties it back up again. She moves like she knows Mai is watching-- no, like she doesn't mind that she's being watched. Curious little wolf she is, especially in the way that she doesn't bat an eye at the violet bruises displayed so boldly, courtesy of her tank top. Does she want to show them off? Mai almost feels a pang of jealousy, acutely aware that her own lovely marks are now buried beneath her uniform. It certainly feeds the secret aspect to all of this, as well as the swell of pride that she will acknowledge-- fine. Mai can just direct her bitterness at the classmates from whom she wanted to conceal her own collection of bites in the first place. Better that, than assume responsibility for her own clear instructions, right?
Her mind is somewhere different, her thoughts a touch less civilized than the respectable musings of her lover, who ponders over ways she can turn this outing into something more akin to a date than... whatever it currently is. Yet, as it is, they'll likely reach the same conclusion-- that they'll cave in, once more, to the attraction still burning white hot between them.]
Yeah, you'd definitely scare off the wrong person if you were too wild.
[Such a suggestive remark, one that intimates a veiled interest to peek beneath this wolf's merciful tenderness just a little. Mai has a terrible habit of trying one's patience, a fact that Cellinia has no doubt grown wiser to, following her little stunt on the ride here. And Mai enjoyed it far too much at the time, another fact that her lover is well aware of. It seems that this little red riding hood has gotten a bit more bold, hasn't she? If neither those sharp teeth nor sharper eyes have frightened her off yet, what will?
Perhaps a lair full of bones, picked clean, would strike a proper fear in this cocky girl. Trophies of conquests, concrete proof that her comely lover is still a beast at her core, and Mai is her unmistakable prey. Yet something about that little fantasy feels... off, even if it's only because Mai would likely trash those remnants and ensure that she's the only trophy worth displaying from then on. Ah, well. Her imagination is getting the better of her-- Cellinia did say that her place was 'normal,' and she's not yet lied to Mai. Perhaps the girl is still trying to wrap her mind around what normal is to a wolf, and why she would adopt such a life to begin with.
Oh, but that-- that's beginning to venture into personal territory, isn't it? Wanting to know more, wanting to understand someone else a little better. The waters are already muddied, though, after they've enjoyed each other's bodies the way that they did. Not to mention the pretty promises they had exchanged-- but no, prying into Cellinia's past feels like crossing a line, to Mai. She'll have no qualms about poking around what the woman lays out plainly for her to see once they get to her place, though.]
Well, what do you know-- that's exactly what I wanna do.
[It pleases her, that Cellinia offers before Mai even has to ask. And she's interested in seeing her lover in her clothes, is she? Mai almost wonders aloud how long that will last, but she'll spare them both the salacious thought and simply lean over to press a chaste kiss to Cellinia's cheek.]
My favorite kind of girl is one who can anticipate my needs.
[And she'll leave it at that, before returning to the passenger's seat the correct way, this time-- exiting from the backseat door and stretching her arms high over her head. The breeze is heavenly on her skin, and she'll bask in the sensation for a moment before sliding back into her assigned spot in the front seat. She notes with a snicker that the windows are still slightly fogged up, the last remnants of their little adventure here in the countryside. And what an entertaining one it was, Mai concludes, as she takes the box of pocky in her hands and idly nibbles at a stick or two while she waits for Cellinia to join her.]
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Date: 2025-03-12 03:53 pm (UTC)the more that she makes her moves, just like now in how she stares. how she hears her remark about scaring off the wrong person were she to go too wild. unfortunately for them, she knows. she has a guess that mai would want her to herself, those pretty teeth marking her as something to possess. something to claim solely as hers in the throes of passion. of sex and desire. because that's another thing, her possessive streak. she's good at not displaying it, better at maintaining her calm through it. the problem is more that if she did feel someone was a little too close for comfort that cellinia would bare those lovely teeth. she'd bare them and desire to teach them a lesson to stay away from what's hers.
she doesn't like it one bit, which is why she'd happily indulge her lover in wearing those bruises. the sploches of spots along her fair skin, without being fazed. there is no room for shame in a wild animal, this decorum she even gives is the furthest that she allows. otherwise if she hadn't allowed that, they would have both been covered in more visible marks of teeth and bruises. who would have thought the woman that lost everything would desire to decorate her lover prominently? she didn't need to say anything more on it, and yet....)
Isn't that the appeal? The risk, that urge for me to bite down until you're so covered in marks that nobody would be able to touch you because you're mine if I get too wild?
(mating bites. she hasn't told her about it, but it is what she alludes to. the she-wolf wants to leave her one, somewhere nice and pretty. somewhere that spoke a clear message for those stupid enough to reach a hand towards the woman she claimed as hers. those instincts are dangerous for a girl like her to flirt with, but neither side desired to stop their flirtations. their want for it. that urge for it and how cellinia's teeth may find themselves in mai's neck properly. not to tear her apart, but to mark her forever as her own. to give her as temporary as the bite would be, that honor of being claimed as a proper mate for this she-wolf. a pretty little goddess, solely belonging to her. it tickles her instincts too much.
but never mind that, she might even tell her more about her past. she may even answer questions if mai did desire to ask something, to ask about anything pertaining to her and her mysteries. this mystery woman who would make any girl curious to know everything about her. she's curious about more things that need her attention. like picturing her lover in her clothes, one of her dress shirts slipped on mai just right and buttoned up halfway. a view of her bust and cellinia's eyes wandering along exposed skin before the urge to....no, she can wait.
for now. the kiss on her cheek drags her out of her imagination and mai commenting her favorite girl is someone that can anticipate her needs. like that's common sense, or maybe cellinia can admit she likes that. she would have to pay more attention to her lover then and her needs. a little note for later whenever she goes around similarly, from the backseat door and right to the driver's side again. her discarded jacket left to hang where it was at, close by to them.)
I'll have to remember that....
(the engine soon roars to life while cellinia checks her rearview camera, she's pulling out of there without much issue. even going a reasonable speed for now, best not to risk the country dirt roads. this car is still a nice one, luxury and fast. something that she likes for her more dangerous job. funny how she went from heiress to armed courier.
once the car is near the highway she did turn the music to a more reasonable level. likely under the assumption they'd still talk on the way there, while also letting them have some background noise whenever she finds it amusing herself. the windows being fogged up still slightly was only another part of their list of misdeeds for the day and mistakes. though, she did reach for a stick from the pocky box mai holds. look at that, she's avoiding her nicotine cravings for her lover already. even if cellinia did pull off smoking a little bit too well for her own good.)
Hope you still don't mind speed, bella signora.
(the car barely hits the highway whenever she starts to steadily gun it, the speedometer going from a leisure pace to an upwards of 85. their background music something pulsing, something fitting for the mood shift.
(a woman's voice sings out: slide, shake your bones out if you wanna ride. throw your head back, make you feel alive....)
oh, she definitely looks excited in those beautiful amber eyes of hers.)
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Date: 2025-03-13 01:14 am (UTC)So, she can permit her to worship. If that worship entails her body being riddled with bite marks that would frighten any well-adjusted person, then would Mai so cruelly refuse her? Oh, but she'll play hard to get, of course. She'll flaunt those prickly spines that protect some delicate flower that might dare to bloom in a merciless desert. Yes, that can be part of the twisted fun she enjoys, the kind of chase that sends a thrill deep, deep into the parts of her heart that have been sliced open by a pervasive disappointment in life.
Do you really want to make me yours? Do you really want to be mine?
Do either of them really know what that means? Are they even aware of what sort of muck they'll have to wade through in order to make those words something true? When Cellinia remarks on how thoroughly she'd mark Mai's body up, a visual dissuasion to whoever might suddenly change their mind and snatch the girl up for themselves, Mai can't resist laughing sardonically in reply.]
So no one else could touch me, huh? You really think you have what it takes to swat away everyone who wants a bite?
[Cellinia is fearless, an aspect that Mai certainly won't attribute to the humanity in her. And she rather likes hearing those animalistic declarations, even if she hasn't the faintest clue about mating bites or what significance they have once skin has been broken in an act of ownership. Being sliced or chewed up by cursed spirits has never failed to fill Mai to the brim with disgust, but a similar fate at the hands of her new lover makes her blood run hot, so hot that it numbs her to the fact that whatever happens next today will simply be added to the laundry list of mistakes they're making together.
When it comes down to it, though, Mai decides that she'd like to see Cellinia get 'too wild,' sometime. Whenever it happens first, though, ought to be for her eyes only.
The car accelerates smoothly, faster, faster once they've made it onto the highway. Gone are the dirt roads and long stretches of farmland. They've completely left behind their previous adventure for more modern luxuries. The speed isn't such a bother, though it stirs up her nerves after having been so deliciously satiated before. And the music only adds to the energy of this drive with its rhythmic beat.]
It's fine.
[She'll say as much, even while her fingers tighten around the box in her hands. Her eyes follow Cellinia's reach for a chocolate stick of her own, watching its journey to her lips. Now there's a suitable distraction from the speed and the way that the city swiftly comes into view again. Cellinia's eyes, glimmering with excitement, is the perfect distraction from the way Mai's heart begins to race again at the thought of being together, this time where people might see them. Certainly the kind of wrong that'll make her feel oh so right.]
Just admit it, though-- you're in a real rush to get there.
[A rush to get her hands all over Mai again, she all but declares. But is it such a call-out, if Mai's own feelings aren't very innocent, themselves? Admittedly, her body still feels rather slack from that earlier high, but Cellinia doesn't seem very worn out at all. Of all the things that should frighten Mai about getting involved with a big bad wolf, her appetite of a different sort should be at the top of that list. Ah, well, Mai will consider it. But she did teasingly offer herself up as leftovers...]
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Date: 2025-03-13 04:29 am (UTC)she's chewing on her pocky stick, her lips wrapped around it nice and pretty. the plushness of them hasn't eased entirely from how many kisses she's given mai. how much she's kissed along her body delicately in her devoted worship. truly she would have fought off anyone that dared to reach for mai. that cellinia could even desire it, that's the interesting part. that her instincts are going far, like making those promises. promises she's never made to anyone before, mind you, that were never said because her grandfather had often told her to never say such things unless she were certain on it. on what she wants, what she's after.
the expectation that she would have to be devoted to her lover was there, she didn't dislike it. vulnerability has always been her largest struggle in life. letting someone in, letting someone....see that she's not quite as cold as she can seem. that cellinia has always struggled, struggled with everything. she isn't some cool yet charming beauty, she isn't even something considered noble knowing that the wolf has done plenty of terrible deeds. even her not saying a word of what she's thinking is another thing that's always been there. because underneath it all, no matter her loyalty, her being driven to keep what little she has fiercely.
there's always that violent beast she's done her best to distance herself from. that wolf which would have instinctively reacted with bared teeth and violence the moment someone touches mai.
the moment that her flesh and blood would have tried to, even. playing with a beast like her is always filled with that risk. too much of one that anyone sane would have left a long time ago. her amber eyes peer over at mai briefly, from the corner of them, as if debating on if she wants to answer that. on instinct, she knows she'd do it. that cellinia would drive off anyone so foolish to take their chances a little too much for her liking.)
....that's right.
(but neither of them know the truth or weight of their promises, what they'll be going through. how this would turn from physical into something else murmured between both girls, in cellinia letting loose a vulnerability she never gave away. or perhaps even her and her goddess both finding themselves letting one another in piece by piece. in their own ways, and never saying more than they felt they had to.
she even did want to show her, how wild she can be whenever she pushes her to that length. that she wouldn't be able to withhold those urges. that urge to bite and claim proper her lover. that need to do it, it even did make her own blood run hot at the idea that she could have marked her with one and mai wouldn't know it's meaning as part of those promises until later. by cellinia's own choice in making her into hers at the fullest. her animalistic declarations are promises in themselves for her goddess and lover. meant to be that way while civilization comes back into view.)
If I am? I can't help that I like having you to myself already.
(is it really a call-out knowing they both weren't innocent in that? cellinia isn't that worn out. stamina is something she has in spades from her cardio, she's done plenty. running away, running circles around losers who push their luck. weaklings that don't know what they're getting themselves into. a cruelty was in that, how cellinia would pick apart people rapidly for daring to fight her. that they would learn quickly she isn't the one to mess with.
how frightening of her, truly, but she wasn't using that predatory prowl and stamina in a fight. she was giving a pretty girl her body and everything that comes with it instead.)
Didn't you want to run your hands on me too?
(they didn't have to rush it, knowing one of them hasn't recovered fully from earlier. she can be a patient predator, a patient wolf, and wait until mai wants it most. how cute of her. or how insatiable of her in that hunger she can carry.)
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Date: 2025-03-13 07:47 pm (UTC)Yet, in a similar way, Mai has no idea of the blood-soaked footsteps that trail behind her lover. She doesn't know that Cellinia's answer, so simple and yet vague enough to leave plenty to the imagination, conceals a past where she had already struck down and set fire to a life she refused to be tethered by any further. Mai is utterly ignorant to the grim fact that Cellinia's own family couldn't be saved by virtue of their own blood ties-- and if they fell to her ruthlessness, why wouldn't anyone else who exists outside of that sphere? Mai's demons are all but faceless to the wolf, the easiest kind of enemy to tear apart.
It must be those tender affections, that sweet devotion that she hints at, that lulls Mai from such terrifying thoughts. A kindness that, like the poison it is, almost has her forgetting that her lover is still very much a wolf, whose violent streak simply needs to be provoked in just the right way in order to make the wrong person regret that they even dared to stand against her. Because Mai simply can't picture those pretty lips, currently wrapped around some sweet chocolate, smothered in bright red blood after ripping out an enemy's throat. Yet, she can't say for sure if she's unable to imagine such a sight because it's frightening-- or because she can think of five other ways those lips would look the most beautiful.
Now, there's a thought. It's one that makes Mai's flesh prick with goosebumps, and slowly feeds that heat that rouses once more from its brief slumber. This time, though, she'll school herself, rein her desires in just a little, rather than reach over to touch Cellinia in the places she had enjoyed earlier.]
Then you'd better drive faster. What if I change my mind before we get there?
[It's a tease, a lie, without a doubt. Mai has no intention of changing her mind, not when she's come this far. There's nothing of note waiting for her back where she came from, but the possibilities for more fun spill over for her as long as she rides beside Cellinia to some part of the city that she doesn't quite recognize. A thrill of its own, this unknown. All Mai will truly be familiar with is her lover, those keen eyes and that impatient mouth-- and really, that's all she needs to know, right? Like an exam she hadn't bothered studying for, but one she is certain she'll ace, regardless.]
Oh, I don't know... Is that what I want? [To have her hands roam even more over Cellinia's perfect body, she means.] I think we both know that I'll be doing a whole lot more than use my hands, Cellinia.
[It's clear as day, what Mai insinuates with that purr of her name and the laugh that follows. Of course, Cellinia isn't wrong-- Mai's hands will get their fill of her again once inside the privacy of the apartment. After all, she'd probably like some help cleaning herself up once they're in the shower, right? As for whatever else happens after that... well. Cellinia didn't invite Mai over to sit pretty with her hands folded neatly in her lap, did she? Though it'd be a pretty sight, to be sure, that of a demure little doll awaiting her next command.
Funny, now that Mai thinks on it, she doesn't see Cellinia as the type to boss her around when it comes to pleasuring her. Her suggestions to Mai are just that-- suggestions, leaving numerous possibilities as to how Mai might illustrate those ideas and make them a reality. All the better. She likes it best when she can bring Cellinia to the point of pleading sweetly for more of what she's giving her. And if the wolf plays her cards right, she can absolutely have as much as she'd like in due time.]
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Date: 2025-03-13 08:14 pm (UTC)die by the hands of her beloved and dearest friend, her loved deeply enemy that knows her. that knows her too well.
that violence would never fade, not from the lips of this wolf. not from how truly frightening she can be while she keeps her eyes on the road. while trying to not imagine the feeling of her teeth in her lover's skin again. that want to desire a need that goes deeper into instincts. deeper than what is considered civilized, than what they'd both ever know. maybe her lips might have mai's blood on them from marking her, though without the intent of killing her. instead it would be from biting down deep with the intent of claiming her lover. perhaps even chocolate smeared along them would be better, maybe even the taste of mai again from her worship. the slick fluid from earlier while she kisses her hot and heavy again.
too many ways, too many things. all of them more appealing than that nature of hers which she suppresses by letting out something else. by letting out her words, the tenderness of them while cellinia even knows better than to presume one day she won't see how frightening of a woman she is. that she's too capable of destroying herself, destroying others and never once being fazed by it.
she almost wants to speed up, but she doesn't. they aren't going to be too much further now from her apartment. her speed is already at a decent pace, though she can't help but change her mind when she gradually accelerates as teased to sitting around 90. luckily for them, cellinia isn't bad at weaving through any cars ahead of them. a little rush of adrenaline. a little more enjoyment of feeling free. she didn't need to reply, her speed says enough on what she thought about that.
but she knows, she imagines it too. that she wouldn't just be feeling mai's hands grabbing her. that she wouldn't only be being grabbed at, her lover wants a taste of her own from her. a pretty goddess desires to make her cry out again for her, to beg sweetly and purr away those sounds she desires to hear. it's only fitting that cellinia resists the urge to pause and kiss her again for that. that can wait a little longer. until they're within the privacy of her home and not as distracted by other things on their mind.
such as cellinia needing help, she won't reject it. her fur can be a hassle to deal with, and she does maintain keeping near brushes for that tail of hers. it's fluff large and obvious whenever she hums. the way she imagines it...it's not helping much. as suspected, she won't boss her lover around, truly. she's never been that type of woman. commands aren't her style and she'd much prefer them both touching one another than one being made to sit pretty. not unless there were restraints involved, ones tying down one of them. likely cellinia knowing how impatient her mouth can be.)
True....and I'd like it if you did, Mai. I want to feel your touch as much as I want to feel more of you. (her mouth, her body, her hands. that's nothing cellinia can deny.) I'll happily run my own along your body, marking up more of your pretty skin in places only you'd know about.
(and lucky them, their stop would be coming up soon from this pace.)
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Date: 2025-03-13 11:50 pm (UTC)The adrenaline rush isn't wasted on Mai, whose own mind is colored with plenty of not-so-innocent thoughts of her own. Her eyes tear away from the streets and affix to the shorts that her handsome driver wears. It goes without saying the things she wants to do to Cellinia, next. She plans on having that wolf between her own teeth-- those pretty legs of hers are way too unmarked for Mai's liking. Unlike her lover, who still so graciously plans on leaving the girl with cleverly-hidden bruises, Mai wants to absolutely riddle her with love bites, from her calves all the way to her thighs. Her hands will leave their own souvenirs, of course, when she's holding Cellinia firmly in place as she teases her with her tongue, making her see stars with a lovely mouth that's normally busy with insolent remarks.]
Oh, you'll be liking a lot of what I do.
[It's a promise that Mai is all too confident that she can keep. She's already had a taste of what Cellinia enjoys from just touch alone, the spots that leave her sighing in bliss and gasping for more. Mai will certainly have you begging plenty, darling wolf, until those pleading words are all too comfortable upon your tongue.]
You had better behave until we get inside the shower, or else we'll never get clean.
[What a tease! Against her better judgement, Mai would laugh and definitely indulge Cellinia in another kiss right now if she wanted to stop somewhere-- but that would merely reaffirm her remark that they'd be succumbing to their passions yet again before finishing what they set out to do. Besides, if they stopped now, it would mean that anyone might see them kiss and embrace one another passionately, and that's no good. Mai isn't interested in giving any of these people a free show, not when the excitement is building up this deliciously again.]
You know, I haven't had a good look at the marks you've left on me so far. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't leave a whole lot more. How else am I supposed to remember you after today?
[Another cheeky quip of hers, especially considering that Mai has no intention of forgetting her pretty wolf or the magnificent way she has been worshipping Mai's body with her gaze and kisses. Really, Cellinia ought to find a way to shut her up once they're inside of her apartment. The building that they approach must be it, no? Mai can only guess as much when the car begins to slow down, the quieting of the engine making her racing heart sound all the more booming in her ears. Her eyes will stay fixed upon Cellinia's hands upon the steering wheel, watching the way they tense and loosen as she brings the car to a proper stop.]
...Lead the way, I guess.
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Date: 2025-03-14 01:33 am (UTC)it's appealing, the idea of her legs covered bruises and teeth. her hands bruising up the skin further in a firm grip if mai desired to, her own might be left on mai's body in places she could hide them at as she said, sure. but she knows, don't expect her lover to do the same by earlier. she won't argue, she'd even show them off. all pretty markings, left by that insolent mouth that has a sharp remark for everything mai felt need to slice into. busying itself instead with the taste of her arousal, her skin while those strong legs relax and sit spread somewhat out yet comfortable. she's looking forward to it, to everything.
about the idea that she would lose herself again for her darling goddess, for her little red riding hood. her pretty lover that is keen on decorating cellinia like her own prize in desire to not let anyone else have such a privilege from what it felt like. she didn't need to give another the delights that mai would receive, the affection and that hunger from this darling wolf. this wolf that eyes her, that's keen on giving more and taking more. all of it being however much her lover pleases, wishes for in the way that cellinia looks over at mai out the corner of her eyes again.
behave, huh? she'll behave, she'll behave and touch her plenty. make her feel so alive while they don't let any souls around them know what's going on between them. between the touches, their mouths and tongues. that she would beg for her lover so prettily and keen out those needy sounds. those cries that she can say belong to her from this wolf who promised her this body of hers and whatever else mai desires in their inability to keep their hands off one another. if she wants to make her body a home, she can. she would take it and wear it all so lovely, so beautifully for her along that scarred but well toned body of hers.)
Mm, I can behave....for now.
(she wants to kiss her again already, but she's not going to. that's an indulgence that has to wait, wait until later. later where they won't give people a free show. a show that neither girl was interested in giving because it wasn't for them. it was only for this pair of sinners, a pair of lovers so torn apart by the world they've yet to realize how alike they are in some ways while not at the same time once the car pauses in her parking spot.
the building is a nice place, not too luxurious. it's a comfortable atmosphere it carries, like people carry on their lives in silence and ignore glaringly obvious oddity among them. they must think she's a cosplayer who refuses to drop character. that's hard to tell in how her hands grip the wheel at first as a means of steadying herself.)
You can get a nice view of them while you're getting undressed.
(while cellinia likely winds up undressing her again, but that's not said. she undoes her seatbelt and goes over to mai's side of the car. the door itself opening and held for her lover. like earlier, she's showing her manners. how the upbringing of a wolf like her stands out in comparison to how some people could behave.)
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Date: 2025-03-14 04:24 am (UTC)She'll think about reconsidering her stance on staying the night on the first date, given that the two of them have been doing everything out of order from the get-go. At the very least, she'll hope that the wolf has the sense to sleep somewhere soft enough for Mai to get some rest whenever they're tuckered out. But the thought of Cellinia curled up in a proper bed, complete with pillows and a duvet, nearly makes her laugh. Well, she'll just have to see for herself, won't she?
Mai will give a short laugh in response to Cellinia agreeing to behave just enough. There's a musing that dies in her lips, something about how she probably shouldn't order someone around in their own home. Yet if Cellinia wanted a well-behaved guest, she definitely wouldn't have extended this invitation to Mai. Unfortunately for her, Mai can't even promise enough tact not to peer around at everything she owns and hasn't stashed out of sight. That's fine, she already has a sugary excuse ready should Cellinia express annoyance at it: Oh, I just want to get to know you!
Foolproof, surely.]
Seriously? Imagining me without my clothes on again, already? Sounds like you're the one who wants to see the view.
[With an exaggerated shake of her head, Mai eyes Cellinia knowingly, a sneaky smile playing on her lips. There it is-- there's the hungry wolf she wants to see, chomping at the bit to have its prey unwrapped and ready to be devoured again. And how fun it would be to have those battle-worn hands divest her of her uniform again, but this time, Mai will be the one doing the honors with Cellinia's clothes. There's a high likelihood of her sneaking a few more love bites in as she does, too, but she doubts she'll hear any complaints.
The chivalry that her lover demonstrates never fails to impress Mai, and having the door held open for her so respectfully is just another expression of those manners. Truly, it's not something that one encounters much anymore, especially not in the modern world. Mai is nearly certain that some of the higher ranking men in her family get treated similarly by their chauffeurs and personal attendants. She wouldn't know, herself a lowly serving girl before they shoved her off to the Kyoto technical school. So, she'll bask in feeling like a proper young lady, and smile with unmistakable pride as she swings her legs from her seat and steps out of the car. That revolver of hers is securely hidden, so as not to frighten any passersby as they make their way to the apartment. Better to leave Cellinia as the odd sight around the building, even though it doesn't seem like anyone is batting an eye. Do they not mind that she's a wolf, or do they simply have no clue? Perhaps they really do think she's some silly cosplayer bringing her pretty and stylish friend over to read her manga collection, or something. Now that's a laugh-worthy thought.]
You must manage pretty well, living around all of these normal people.
[She'll muse aloud once they're out of earshot of the other tenants. The two of them walk close to one another, and every now and again, Mai will feel her hand brush softly against Cellinia's. Hmm... ]
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Date: 2025-03-14 07:42 am (UTC)she'd give her so much more of her, exhausted or not. though she hardly knows what might happen. that mai also intends to look around, but there was a feeling more on what she might have said had they not gone back to her apartment. another order, perhaps, that she didn't behave for too long. that she wanted to see her hungry again and wanting. wanting to touch her and wanting to feel her, drawing out mai's own pretty voice while her lips are preoccupied with more marks of her own. left along that unblemished and beautiful skin of hers like a canvas that cellinia is on a mission to fill with her own colors. she's already on a mission to do that, why not make it so she doesn't forget the sight and feeling? the softness of her skin and cellinia's battle worn hands along it.
they're not going to behave for long, this is inevitable. that since the fire was lit it'd be impossible to expect otherwise. something in this brought back what once would have been that flame surrounding them in happier times, before everything decided to tear them apart. as if in mockery from whatever higher power is out there, though cellinia herself has long since stopped believing in that. she didn't need to. she held no wish to hold close to her heart that, but maybe she comes close to it again more in how she treats mai like a goddess. like something to replace her "religion" she's abandoned.)
It's a lovely view, can you blame me?
(but that's getting a little too far ahead of herself while they make their way up, the other tenants hardly fazed. they did indeed believe her to be some cosplayer while she's stayed within this building. maybe even were told to ignore her, that she's something of an eccentric girl from a well off foreign family. they all seemed to not care much. that helped cellinia often avoid dealing with them, but she did from time to time need to deal with questions arising if she weren't too careful about her antics. that's a main part of why she would keep it down. refrain from anything too animalistic so she didn't have to move from apartment to apartment in avoidance of what could be another rep behind her heels.
one that would be more amusing than the bloodstained trail that would never stop haunting her. that rep is one she would know too well, as far away as her mind is she's paying attention. the brush of their hands together, their fingers close while cellinia has the common sense to shift closer. to hide it better while that very same hand grabs mai's. almost like earlier, but much softer. considerate. she doesn't hold it too tightly or too firmly to give room for her to let go if mai decides that bit of affection (hidden or not) is too forward for her liking. she isn't the kind of girl that would be forceful. mai can decide on how much affection and other things she wants herself, cellinia wouldn't argue and even then, she's keeping her eyes on her lover. that hunger rests within them, quietly and patient for the time being. her floor is the fourth one, a little view for them included from a small balcony that waits and the nice feeling of the fresh summer breeze fluttering along.)
I can be good at being civilized, for someone so capable of being a wild animal.
(she's not going to lie about it now, her honesty is something cellinia has in spades. the part where she's prone to running aside, she doesn't lie about these things. not about herself or about what she does think when asked. helpful, but also terrible while knowing that it can stir up trouble when her tongue is being a little too sharp for someone's liking.)
I'm only glad they don't ask any questions.
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Date: 2025-03-14 08:28 pm (UTC)...You won't catch me complaining.
[And why would Mai complain about having those reverent eyes on her again? She's a veritable desert, desperate for any drop of adoration that falls from her harsh skies. She can't admit it, the presence of some creeping feeling that Cellinia had fed to her during their time earlier. It's a feeling that makes those parched roots of Mai's leap towards the source, desperate to wrap around it tightly and squeeze more, just a little bit more of it out of that woman. And Mai has to refuse to admit it, especially to herself, that this feeling is what really compels her to follow this wolf back to her lair. That, and the look of pure worship when she has her just right, coupled with the pretty pleasures that soothe her bitter anguish like a salve. It's strange, how it calms one part of her heart while inciting another to scramble and claw for more, more of whatever this poison is, falling like rain upon her miserable desert.
She ought to be more disappointed in herself, shouldn't she? Perhaps even a bit ashamed that she's wanting to attach herself just a bit further, lest she obsess over shutting herself away from the things she truly desires in this life. Anything she really yearns for slips out of her grasp before long, after all, no matter how tightly she holds onto it. The whim of Fate's cruel wheel, no doubt.
Ah.
But then, Mai feels something-- Cellinia's hand slipping into hers, gently. Of course it brings to mind the recollection of how she had grabbed her hand before while drowning in the waves of ecstasy. It was a too-romantic gesture in the heat of the moment, she tells herself, but what of right now? It's not like they're anything more than two near-strangers headed for a more private setting where they can indulge in one another for a bit longer... But this would give anyone else the wrong idea, wouldn't it? As her eyes glance down at their hands, Mai tries to will away the blush that dares to kiss her cheeks, with only mild success. While she doesn't tighten her hold, she doesn't pull away, either. Mai isn't sure what to make of such a chaste display of affection, so she'll stop herself from dwelling too much on it. Or try to, anyway.]
Well, since they're not asking, I will. Why? Doesn't it ever bug you, being the odd one out?
[Standing out is truly one of the greater annoyances in life, after all. If it isn't because of one's looks, it's one's talents-- or lack thereof. The story of Mai's entire existence, really, being forced beneath a magnifying glass for things mostly out of her control. They'll leer at for her looks and punish her for practically everything else. Who would want to stand out? Mai has a sneaking suspicion that Cellinia's answer will be that she simply doesn't care, that it won't get in the way of her living her life, or whatever it was that Mai has heard somewhere before-- something that she had declared, that wretched sister of hers. Another hand that once held hers before trading it for a weapon to slice her way towards a glory that will never be hers. Never.
The similarities are there, undoubtedly, but there are marked differences, as well. Mai doesn't know anyone else who has a place of their own, with a balcony that overlooks a nice little neighborhood. Granted, the people that she knows either live on campus or in one of the numerous wings of her family's sprawling estate. Where else would they go, where else would they want to be? Not even Mai has any idea of where she might end up once her stupid studies are finished. Two more years, if she can hack it for that much longer. It would be nice, wouldn't it, to live away from that old life? But, it's almost as unlikely as everything else she might desire for herself.]
So. You live alone, right?
[Probably a question that should have been asked well before their drive over here.]
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Date: 2025-03-14 09:26 pm (UTC)it's only fitting that her lover is given this delight.
this honor of honors, while the wolf keeps raining down on her desert. like the storms that she loves, the rain that she is always considered a part of. those clouded skies drenching her and her everything in it's dreariness. didn't it sound better? she can drown that desert in soothing water and wash away all of it in a downpour that was never seen before. covered in the way she touches her beneath the rain, that she drags her lover down with her into the bottomless depths of their ocean that waits for that opportunity. more, it demands. more, it wants. it wants to drag them down into this and what they both had been telling themselves will be purely physical. that they'll not do anything more than acquaint themselves deeper than most with their bodies. this poison won't ever fade from them.
the poison of tenderness, of tender worship. reverence and desire at the core of it. how she can display it all, show it by touching her. cellinia was never that girl who would stop the moment someone made it evident they liked something she did, how she reaches deeper into this bottomless depths they'll both be falling into together. keep clawing at it, keep begging for it, chasing it. take it all. drink everything offered. be savages, be amorous and unapologetically greedy is what her instincts whispers. how it wants to tempt her into letting it all out. to chase and chase, to hunt until she's made this pretty girl fully hers. that nobody else should be allowed to have her, not even take her from the hands of a wolf that is much more dangerous than acts around her goddess.
what those sharp teeth and claws could do is best left for others to suffer at the hands of, her goddess has better need for her mouth. for her hands to be within reach. amidst the throes of passion, or like now in chaste affections that they both would surely add to their growing list. their mistakes are only going to come out further than their sins by the time this day ends. but that blush on mai's cheeks, it's another thing she likes to see more of. that she won't ever stop committing to memory as another thing. she's seen it.
she doesn't even mind the way mai doesn't reciprocate entirely, it's only affection that their starved bodies has always craved. that something they always wanted was kept out of grasp. nobody seems to be paying attention on the final stretch of this venture to cellinia's apartment.
she did take a moment to think about her question, though, and:)
It doesn't. I was meaning more it can be a pain in the ass moving around when people start to get suspicious. For me, it doesn't matter much. If they're not bothering me, I won't make it their problem for crossing me.
(which is hardly a lie, if they don't make it her problem then she won't bother them. this is how she's always started to live since that day. that cellinia can stay quiet and if they dare to do anything she hates, they'd learn. that's how she's been before and after her departure from the center stage of familiga life. mai of course, doesn't know that. she may not care how she's viewed, but she also knows that being too much of a stand-out can get attention.
she'll live, they're better off not knowing about the predator lurking under the surface. or at the very least, not the way she displays it for mai's eyes alone.)
No roommates, I don't live with anyone else.
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Date: 2025-03-15 08:58 am (UTC)Oh-- so you won't 'make it their problem,' huh? Lucky them. And I bet they don't even know it, either.
[None of Cellinia's neighbors are even aware that their lives are being spared so long as they continue to mind their own business. Now that's a funny thought. And she says it with such a trained casualness, that one would think it less of a threat and more of an objective fact. Spoken like a beast, truly, one who knows their place in the world of humans, a world that they choose to inhabit. A place that, for good or ill, is at the top of this hierarchy, or very near it, anyway. Yet when Mai's eyes flit back to their joined hands, then glance briefly up at Cellinia's lips, trying to envision them drenched in the blood of some hapless human who dared confront her-- there's that disconnect, again. Those hands and that mouth have only offered Mai sweetness thus far, in a way so etched into her already that rewriting the memory with something decidedly more vicious feels... incorrect, somehow.
That does beg the question: has Cellinia needed to move around often before finding her current home? Did she leave bodies in her wake, or is she the type to merely slip away in the shadows of the night, disappearing before the figurative villagers could sharpen their pitchforks to drive out the monster in their midst? It's a pain, Cellinia remarks, something Mai can imagine to be true-- yet at the same time, something about it sounds awfully lonesome, as well. A life with risks like that can't possibly lead to a great number of meaningful attachments. At this thought, Mai reflexively tightens her hold on Cellinia's hand. It would really be just her luck, wouldn't it, to have to forfeit something exciting while the fun was just getting started?
Really, Mai ought to be used to this by now. The thought of it still annoys her, though.
There's some consolation, however, in knowing that she won't need to worry about any prying eyes inside of the apartment. While this is another suggestion of a lack of attachments, it's one that Mai can take a bit of satisfaction it.]
Must be nice, having a place all to yourself. No need to answer to anyone, either.
[There are many ways that remark can be taken, though the obvious insinuation is that Cellinia won't have to field questions about the girl she's bringing over to play with. No awkward introductions, no explanations on how they met or what they plan on getting up to. That's a relief, really. Their entire history is laughably brief, and anyone with enough sense would almost definitely cast a very judgmental opinion over their strange relationship. It's the last thing Mai wants, right now, a price she is happy that she doesn't have to pay for more of Cellinia's attention. No need for logic to play the antidote to their poisonous little escapade.]
You know-- I can't believe you just walked around like that.
[She points her finger obviously at the marks displayed around Cellinia's tank top, decorating her neck and collar. It's certainly a bold move to traipse around wearing hickeys like some pretty accessory. If those wolfish ears and that tail weren't interesting enough to grab anyone's attention, Mai's handiwork probably drew at least a few quizzical glances before the two of them finally arrived at the doorway to the apartment.]
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Date: 2025-03-15 11:21 am (UTC)It's better that way, isn't it?
(that they don't know of it, that those lips which offer her lover sweetness have spilled blood. that her hands have carved apart those foolish. it was second nature. killing the enemy, crush the enemy. if they draw a weapon then they are not to be brushed off, she knows the meaning behind a fight with such things and by no means is cellinia going to hold back. that's never been her style. but these people? no, she wouldn't do anything to them unless they did anything to her first. her lips which kissed mai so much are slightly reddened from their earlier activities, her hand is comfortable around her lovers. she has a desire to not replace this ideal image with something bloody. something frightening.
before, her moving was purely because of work reasons. they never found a place to make their own, somewhere they'd all be able to stay at. that took time. seven years of time and all spent full of cellinia being thoroughly distracted. from that sea of blood, from the rain that threatens to take her by drowning her within it. there is no way around it. she didn't leave bodies in her wake, all cellinia did was slip away quietly. it is a lonely thought. that she could have grown attached to anyone, but was forced to let go of them to disappear again. she did notice the way mai's hand tightens around hers, was she thinking about it? that's what the wolf can't answer whenever her hand squeezes mai's in response.
was it a sense of comfort, that's the mystery. one that neither side can answer, but the idea that she can have somewhere to herself has been one cellinia got used to. eventually. that she was able to stop moving, stop having a nomadic lifestyle full of traveling and their own chaos. they would bring about their deliveries in the area and leave when the emperor decided he wanted a change of scenery. none of the girls argued as they joined, cellinia never did with him. he's already done more than most in taking her in.
they didn't need to worry. not about someone barraging in her lonely apartment, not about calls coming up that should be answered during their fun. their everything. she did seem to understand it was a blessing. they didn't have to deal with unwanted guests wondering what the two of them were doing. trying to even tell cellinia that she should reconsider quietly for many reasons, but there isn't any of that here. logic has long since disappeared and anything reasonable is only an afterthought to what poison runs through their veins. to that poison called desire, greed, and affection in their grim lives. that was something sought after. something desired.)
It can be nice, I like it. Not everyone wants to live alone, and that's fine. It's....peaceful.
(but lonely. that never changes, that loneliness in how she never has anyone there. how she didn't seemingly go out unless her friends talked her into it. cellinia never changed much, but she did blink slowly at the mention of the love bites and hickey's around her neck. around her collar, too. oh. right. she was having them on display, and maybe they did get a few glances before the other tenants carried on their usual.)
Can't deny that I can be shameless.
(whenever she wants to be, whenever she desires it most when they pause. her other hand reaches into her shorts pocket, a key pulled out and twisted into the lock before the door springs open to reveal to them this lonesome apartment. there's some clutter here and there, organized clutter. some books, some boxes. clothes gathered in a basket near the hallway leading to her bedroom. the clothes themselves luckily were muddy, she washes anything bloody immediately to save it from staining. aside from that there is the basics. a nice sofa with a blanket on it, almost like someone slept on it more. that someone being cellinia.
the kitchen and its amenities looked good, too. a little quaint yet minimally decorated apartment. the only decor so far would be those photos and the odd posters, photos of a seven-year journey cellinia had been on. if looked at closely at the start, she almost seems to be more tired.)
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Date: 2025-03-15 09:34 pm (UTC)As it is, even Mai only knows what the wolf has revealed to her, too. She's almost as ignorant as the neighbors they pass along the way. Almost, but only because she knows things she's sure that they don't-- the way that Cellinia looks at her just before they kiss, how she sounds when she feels Mai's hands roaming over her scarred flesh. Even to Mai, these things are still new, exciting, though still not revealing much of the woman who gives her these delights. Yes, Mai is little more knowledgeable than these other humans, but she'll cling onto her special secrets with a bit of a fluffed up ego.
And that squeeze of her hand in repose to her own touch-- it's simply another way that feeds that ever-present need to be be special, to be just a bit better than all of the others. Ah, perhaps Cellinia's self-reported shamelessness in boasting her lovely bruises is more fuel to that secret fire. The wolf didn't think that they were anything to hide, even around faces she sees often enough. Perfect. Mai wouldn't care much either, then. She highly doubts anyone would be walking up to either girl to lodge a complaint at their unashamed display, given how unapproachable they can certainly make themselves seem.]
Yeah, yeah, I remember. You're a little exhibitionist.
[There's an affectionate cheekiness to her tone, even while she casts a wary look over her shoulder in search of anyone who might be eavesdropping. The hall is empty save for the two of them, thankfully.]
I guess I can help you out with that, though. Earn my keep while I'm here.
[Mai can be a good guest when she wants to be. She'll sarcastically give credit to her mother's lessons, practically beaten into her-- though now they get to be twisted to suit her own self-centered adventures. Sure, she's arriving to someone's home empty-handed in the traditional sense, but she has plenty of other gifts she's certain Cellinia would appreciate better than some silly box of snacks.
Once the door is open and her hostess leads the way inside, Mai quickly follows after, kicking her shoes off in the entry way before standing in the middle of the main room to get to get a proper look at everything. Her eyes scan over the clutter, the books-- she wonders what kind of texts a wolf could be interested in reading, and as she wanders over to take a closer look, she notices a few photo frames standing upon a small table against the wall. Knew it. She knew this wolf would have trophies of some sort, proof that she's had her share of other pretty girls in these walls. When Mai takes one of the frames in her hands to satisfy her morbid curiosity, her eyes narrow a bit, though not purely out of some misplaced jealousy.
It's Cellinia, the way she carries herself in this snapshot. She's different--vacant, maybe, and weary -- or something along those lines that Mai is unable to describe concretely. She opens her mouth, wants to ask, but the curiosity tastes so blatantly bitter on her tongue that she purses her lips and rubs her thumb once over the wolf's likeness before casting her attention elsewhere.]
...why's there a blanket on your couch? Please don't tell me that's the 'bed' you were trying to get me into earlier.
[Of course, she's mostly joking (probably), but the look that Mai gives Cellinia is just a touch judgy, in a 'You live like a guy' sort of way.]
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Date: 2025-03-15 10:16 pm (UTC)her changes from back then regardless, that didn't matter. she would have hurt them with her own two hands if she felt she could. if she felt she must, the wolf is rather protective of her loved ones. that is, if anyone were to reach that distinct honor that so few rarely could ever have in their hands. cellinia did seem grateful that they were alone. that nobody heard the way they spoke, spoke quietly about the marks and her streak of exhibitionism. mai's marks were something that she would wear without shame. no need to be ashamed of them, her lover left them and intends to cover her in more than that while the wolf reaches to remove her work boots. she's not too fazed that mai grew more curious about the photos on the table.
that one in particular she grabbed, cellinia was only just barely seventeen. taken from the old country with the idea that her new job would be good for her, if the wolf was asked then she would have responded with that she looked dead back then. that's the best description she could have given her little red riding hood. cellinia felt dead, there was no life in that expression. vacant staring, doubt, like she was going through the motions. a mystery in itself on what could have caused that, even with the cigarette seen in her mouth and her looking almost as though she'd rather not exist.
the other photos varied. some had her look more alive bit by bit, less like she were dead. more as though life had decided that she wasn't supposed to give up that fast. how depressing that a girl can look so dead, so....lifeless. for how she is now. but she won't say anything on that and the cause. she did notice the way her lover wanted to ask and decide against it. any time she might answer these questions would be much later. now? now she might only mention bits and pieces, nothing substantial.)
....don't worry, it's not my actual bed. I just sleep on it too often.
(never mind that she has it in her to look sheepish about being called out like this. she did live like a guy, she would sleep like so often that she forgets she has her bedroom. sora even made it a point to start recruiting croissant to shove cellinia in there over letting the wolf sleep on the couch. unfortunately, her main reasoning behind avoiding her bedroom was her nightmares. she didn't want to do something to her mattress, much less shred her pillows from any particularly bad fits of them.
while mai can take the chance to look around, cellinia did go into the first door in the nearby hallway. her actual bedroom, she left the door open if mai chooses to follow her (she won't stop her from looking around if she's that curious) to get a good look. the bed in there is nice and soft, decent bedding. a color scheme of grey and blue mixed together pleasantly, while the wolf is checking her closet for something that might fit her lover. she did have a number of baggy clothing if mai preferred, aside from dress shirts, hoodies, sweaters, and other odds and ends from her wardrobe. quite the trendy closet, admittedly. like someone pushed the wolf into dressing herself up more decently over something that looked unusual.)
I hope you're okay with me not having much of anything feminine.
(she didn't necessarily like dressing femme herself, it was rarer to even see cellinia in a skirt or dress. suits, shorts, and pants were her preference when it came to her wardrobe. something that's reflected in her more masculine demeanor often, she even did get made fun of for not changing her style much when the wolf returned to the old country.
maybe mai might prefer one of her dress shirts, hmm.)
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Date: 2025-03-16 12:00 am (UTC)Ah, well-- it's too much, it's too early in this strange relationship of theirs to feel her heartstrings tugged in such a way. It's not at all what she came here for, and yet something about seeing these little snippets of her lover's personal life will likely stick with her when she's all by herself, later on. Setting the last frame back in its place with a drawn-out hum, Mai turns away from the small table completely and gives Cellinia-- this Cellinia-- her full attention.]
What, is your bed that crappy? I'm starting to lose faith, here.
[This time, it's an obvious joke, punctuated by a lilting laugh in a reminder to the both of them that she had no qualms getting it on in the backseat of her car not too long before now. She makes this little quip to feed the sheepish look that Cellinia sports at being needled like this. Cute. Certainly a whole lot better than the face she wore in that old photo. Mai decides that she'll simply have to give her reasons to make only the loveliest expressions for the rest of their time together. Anything to dash away that haunting look from her mind...
Only a few moments pass once she's left alone in the living room, before Mai trails after Cellinia towards her bedroom. Oh, good. It's an actual bedroom, too, with a actual bed that definitely looks comfortable to sleep in. Huh. The girl will give another judgmental hum, raising her eyebrows to herself, yet another question on her lips-- but she decides that she'd rather peek at whatever her lover is up to in her closet. There's no shame in the way she walks up behind her, snaking her arms around her waist and resting her chin on her shoulder while she watches Cellinia rummage through her clothing.]
I'll live.
[Honestly, Cellinia's wardrobe suits the image she gives off-- Mai would be surprised if she caught a glimpse of lace or frills draped over the hangers instead of the decidedly masculine style her closet portrays. Regardless, it's not a terrible selection in the slightest, though Cellinia is right in that there are too few girly pieces for Mai to wear in the event that she truly had to raid her wardrobe.]
I don't mind letting you decide for me. Whatever you feel like seeing me in. [She trusts her hostess. Or at least, that's what her offer would convey, if she didn't speak up again: ] It's not like I'm gonna be wearing it for long, right?
[She laughs teasingly against Cellinia's neck, tightening her arms around her waist briefly before letting them fall to her side as she takes a step or two back.]
Tell me where your shower is. I'll get it going for us while you figure out our outfits.
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Date: 2025-03-16 08:37 am (UTC)without that, cellinia would not be standing here. she wouldn't be alive. death would have come for her sooner as that saying remains. lone wolves do not last long for a reason. they're expected to die, expected to lose their lives for any number of reasons while the pack itself carries on. cellinia did have it in her to have a faint flush across her cheeks, nothing prominent. the other girls can't say they've seen her like this. not how she's standing there and even going over in her mind what she might like to see mai in most of her wardrobe.
or that had been the idea, until she pauses her search. to relax into her arms, that urge to kiss her lover is back again. how easy it would be to turn her head and do just that, she finds herself addicted to her lips already. cellinia even was comfortable to let her lover take hold of her, to rest her chin against her shoulder. mai is the slightly taller one of them, from what she's realized. not that the wolf minds it, though she has a feeling her lover might enjoy the idea of cellinia having to lean up a bit to kiss her. that she also has to reach up and take hold of her face like that to tip her head down for any others.
her laughter is a note that cuts through the thoughts more, she wasn't wrong. sooner rather than later, cellinia would remove that shirt she gives her. she even did pull out one of her button ups for her lover, she had worn it recently so it'd carry the most of her scent.)
True. (she murmurs, the thoughts she imagined earlier were there again. of mai borrowing what fits from cellinia's closet and taking it for herself. covering herself in a scent that is mixed of rain and nicotine. the dress shirts tended to tickle her imagination more, anyway. the idea of her lover wearing one and leaving it half undone; bearing skin that would get the attention of this wolf who would have been unable to help herself. her impeccable restraint aside, there's something here that makes cellinia unable to even resist.) I'll find mine then now, the bathroom is at the end of the hall.
(she'll have to show her which room has her utilities in it after, but it should be obvious. there's only one door left that isn't accounted for. cellinia is looking forward to this, somewhere more private with her lover. somewhere they could both not be found at. she doesn't normally bring back any kind of lover to her apartment, at least in the rarer times cellinia responded to those whims of her own. she even isn't the best of flirts from her prickly demeanor, but that was another thing the wolf realizes mai brought out of her. that the flirting felt so natural, so right between them. she couldn't help herself on that point, either. that point where she chased her more in her own way. with an earnestness that suited a wild wolf.
an honesty in her more animalistic desires, she spoke them out like they were poetry of their own.
she'll have to turn off her phone, to be safe. she didn't want to be interrupted by work suddenly because the emperor decided that they were all going to go after some stupid mooks around. he did like to add more to their job descriptions that shouldn't be there, and that also happened to include the girls winding up in fights with local gangsters. others who were making bigger mistakes in messing a little too much with penguin logistics. their rep isn't the greatest thing thanks to that. but they did have a rep for getting their work done regardless of those quirks. cellinia settles for herself finally, with one of her baggy shirts. she didn't need to wear any shorts underneath these and it makes for an easier time to remove.
given that they both know, they can't keep their hands off each other for long. with dress shirt and baggy shirt in hand, cellinia would be in the bathroom soon. she'll likely order them food if it gets to be a bit too late. it isn't as if she minds, sometimes cooking could be a pain whenever the wolf isn't in the mood for it. plus she has a feeling her goddess would want her undivided attention in all the ways her lover could ever have.
....maybe she wants to do that for her too, with giving her that much of her attention throughout the day, the night.)
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Date: 2025-03-17 01:08 am (UTC)Oh, you want me in that, hmm?
[Out of everything that Cellinia might have selected for Mai to wear for her, the simple dress shirt is somewhat of a surprise-- and not an unwelcome one, actually, the more that Mai considers it. She could very well have tossed Mai a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants and called it a day, unbothered by how she might be swimming in the fabric. There's nothing wrong with a casual and comfortable set of clothes to wear while she waits for her uniform to be tidied up-- but at the same time, there's something to be said of having to yank a hoodie over one's head when trying to indulge in some hot and heavy activities. It seems like her lovely wolf has put a bit of thought into this, especially with the implication that she might want to unbutton it herself, treating Mai like a pretty little present to be unwrapped for some fun later on.
She makes no further remarks, and has no complaints whatsoever about Cellinia's choice. It'll be a delight to see those eyes light up when she actually gets to see just how it'll flatter Mai. Certainly something to look forward to.]
All right. See you, then.
[Her parting words are drawn out in a sing-song voice, and she leaves Cellinia with the briefest of kisses upon her shoulder before ambling out of the bedroom. Just before she's out of sight, she casts a flirty smile back at her lover, whose wolfish eyes are sparkling with some manner of imaginative thoughts. Mai hopes that they're of her, is almost certain that they are, and leaves into the hall feeling more than a little pleased with herself.
Just as Cellinia indicates, the bathroom is situated at the end of the hall, behind a door that is slightly ajar. Easy enough to find. Once the light is switched on, Mai can quickly see that this room matches all of the others in this apartment, in that it's sparsely decorated aside from the essentials. There are mostly only towels on the shelves, and basic toiletries on the counter around the sink. It's a stark contrast to Mai's bathroom at her dorm, littered with all kinds of face care products in their eye-catching containers, at least three different colors of nail polish, a makeup bag that she can't close because she keeps shoving more items inside. You can hardly see the counter space beneath all of her girly clutter. Forget her earlier thoughts about Cellinia living like a guy-- it's more apt to say that she lives like Maki. This is almost exactly what Mai pictures her sister's place in the Tokyo dorms to look like, and the thought has her chuckling out loud despite herself.
Charming, but she'd never admit that out loud. Not in a million years.
Once she gets the shower water running, Mai waits for the water to warm up by lingering in front of the mirror again, admiring her reflection. Cellinia has earned the praise for following orders-- Mai can't see any of the bites she had left outside of the fabric of her dark uniform. It's perfect, considering the season, though it does make her mind wander to the possibility of more marks in more places once the weather begins to cool down.
But, now she's curious. Her fingers move to strip off her clothes and undergarments, impatient to reveal the well-hidden bites beneath. As soon ad the last bit of fabric hits the tiled floor, Mai returns her attention to the mirror with eager eyes. Oh, Cellinia's right-- it's indeed the loveliest view. The small blotches of red and violet that litter her pale skin are beautiful, a haphazard trail from her neck to her navel, before the mirror cuts off the rest of the wolf's handiwork. She knows where the rest are, though, the most secret of those marks.
Whenever Cellinia joins her in the bathroom, she'll find Mai trailing her fingers over each pretty bloom with a satisfied expression on her face.]
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Date: 2025-03-17 02:24 am (UTC)good. it's a bit more tenderness between them, she didn't want to pick something too tedious to remove from her lover. she also wanted it to be something her lover would like to be in. easy to remove, easy to get comfortable in, and also even easier for mai to torture cellinia with. which did add into those imaginative thoughts. those thoughts she had when she feels her lover's lips brush up against her shoulder. she did look over mai's way, as expected her eyes were lit up. lit up and watching the way that mai had left. that flirty smile, the sing-song lilt to her voice. it's done more to her. maybe she is hopeless, to want to see it more. to want to hear that flirty tone and her way of smiling when cellinia is doing something that she likes already. but that's too fast. much too fast. then again, they've gone against reason. multiple times, against that and logic while together in how they skipped over steps.
but that's the thing about girls like cellinia, like them. moving fast....that was part of the thrill. whenever they had so little, they'd want it. there isn't any way around that in the way that cellinia chases and chases. all mai has to do is keep offering her the chase they both are enjoying. she'd keep showering her in her worship. in those lips of hers leaving more marks, more bruises, more where her teeth bit down into for her darling lover.
had she heard what her lover thought, she might have been confused. it isn't as though she knows about mai's family (not yet) as it stands between them. but her bathroom did have some cologne in it. subtle scents, nothing too strong due to her senses. too much can be overpowering, but she did enjoy the scent of mai's perfume as a nice little bonus. enough that she doesn't mind being covered more in her scent.
cellinia comes in quietly, with both the dress shirt for mai and that baggy number for herself. that one would be easy for mai's hands to slip under as she pleases. she could even remove it just as easily. that was what cellinia found best for herself. ah, but she did see the way her lover looks pleased in the mirror. how her hands trail along those bruises and the teeth marks she left. she doesn't speak, but cellinia does come up behind her lover after setting aside the clothing they'd both swap into. if only for now, to look over her shoulder as best as she could do. her own hands rest against her hips, a gentle rub into the skin while mai admires her handiwork.
she liked it that much, did she?)
It really is a lovely view....
(as she thought, she wants to leave more. that's unsurprising. she wants to decorate her in as many as mai would wish. to leave them all in those precious spots that only their eyes would know about. that only they'd have been able to see. she likes the idea too much, like marking her lover as solely hers and only hers. making her remember the way that she feels so possessive whenever it comes to her already. because she wants her.
it's another sin, another mistake on their growing list, but she did mean it. that she wants her to be hers. cellinia can't deny that. even if one day a part of her would want to run again.)
I could always leave more if you're not satisfied with only those.
(her lips brush against her shoulder as she speaks, cellinia even looks content breathing in her scent from this close. another part she wants to commit to memory. for this day, for more than this day.)
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