(reality is a cruel thing, isnât it? so is the idea of letting go, celliniaâs hands are in no rush to unravel around mai. her legs arenât, either, from when mai tangled them together as they dozed. this disgraced knight could try and protect her, but they both know not everything can be saved by a knight. not even a knight in all her sinful disgrace whilst they carry on. their affections given in the quiet, this afternoon that they awakened together on. cellinia shows this beautiful goddess, this little red riding hood, and princess a world she could have. a world offered against the odds this bigger taste of. an invitation. though they do not know this, not yet. the wolf invites her to have her love, her more than that if she sought to stay in this world. the world where cellinia comes from these days, that isnât the pain she once suffered or the agony that came from living and growing more tired. her tiredness of her original world was such a prominent thing that itâs a miracle she even is functional. but they may do more than play make believe one day. about what it is theyâre after while together, pretty wolf could only stare at her loverâs expression. tired eyes which struggle to stay open memorizing her every twitch of expression as reality disrupts their peacefulness. mai didnât seem to want to get up herself, something that the wolf can understand from her own reluctance at the idea that theyâd have to get out of their figurative bed at some point. not now. a little longer, thatâs all she wants. a little bit longer where this warmth remains between them. where they go off the script both girls are used to by pretending it never existed in their lives. that script could be dealt with another time.
maybe itâs selfish of them, to say they deserve it. this quiet moment between them. this everything as the rain begins to bloom greenery in their garden of thorns, the desert which surrounds one and the bottomless ocean of the other. their bodies only an offering that belongs to one another. of dark promises, vows, and all the words they whisper to one another. their wounds may never mend, their agony as this salve eases the pains theyâve suffered would not go away so easily itself. the festering of it could only grow more as their vicious garden blooms and as the water drags them under in the desert of the other. who needed to be absolved, redeemed of their sins? they didnât. they never did when the wolf quietly thinks to herself that she likes this. waking up to mai, how she didnât want to let go whenever itâs apparent that they would need to get up. reality is something sheâs ignoring by choice to look at her. with sleep gnawing at her mind, cellinia doesnât look away from how mai braced herself in expectation for her to separate. did someone hurt her by doing that? it seems the wolf is an outlier in another sense, another way in her staying in place. their tangled limbs hardly fazing her, with tender affections being used instead to awaken her slowly.
that lazy brush of her lips to her collar was appreciated, in how she hums lowly. sleep thick in her voice, their hearts are too similar. starved heavily, enough to suffocate. any poor souls that got near them would learn this and leave, pretend they didnât know while leaving them in their agony. a gentle touch is whatâs given, the sight of cellinia with half lidded eyes and affection from each rub of her battle-worn fingers into her lovers back. they rub into the skin slowly, small circles and idle in how the wolf is in no hurry for them to get up. a little longer, is what she tells herself. yet, how much is a little longer for them? thatâs the mystery as of now. neither side knew how long it would be before reality makes a bigger demand of their attention. but she still ignores it, she locks eyes with mai when she raises her head to get a better look at cellinia.
still sleepy, even before their kiss. even as they stare quietly at one another without a second thought. sheâs unable to help it, the way she kisses her slow. sleep threatens to drag her back under in how much this respite was sorely needed for the wolf, she hasnât slept this peacefully in ages. not since the older days of youth she once had before the violence had begun to sink its claws within her. she sighs softly into the kiss at maiâs hand cupping her jaw, like she refuses to let her pull away even once. her starving heart must have liked it, too. their sleepy kisses start to teeter into something deeper, celliniaâs lips part for maiâs tongue while attempting to shake off the tiredness. she wants to wake up this way more, too. she wants the picturesque morning that some normal people have, she wants so much more in her own greed that felt bottomless like maiâs own. sadly, before she can act further on said greed, the pings of maiâs phone interrupts. not people she needs to worry about in how mai sounded at the disruption, sheâll take that as a better sign than whatever monsters she imagined in bed together.)
They can wait, anyway....
(her voice is thick with sleep as expected by the hum she did earlier, the sound of it lower than usual while cellinia keeps her attention on mai. the girls might ask why the wolf came in later than usual, problem is that exusiai canât keep a secret to save her life. sheâs sadly that kind of loud and proud girl, bombastic and cheery in her mannerisms while also coming off as strong. the others? they at least wouldnât go around talking about their business. not while theyâre in the loop, sora might even act like an excited senior again at the prospect of having someone along for their work. maybe even be more pleased she can have proper girl talk, sheâs why the girls have clothes that are more fashionable. even why cellinia has cologne of certain notes by her suggestions and desire to not allow the gang to fall into some manner of fashion disaster as something mundane to their lives. itâs best to think about it later. the penguin logistics way has always been to roll with the vibes, not to think too much about anything. which also means cellinia shouldnât do it while theyâre entangled for a little longer.
she can tell mai is annoyed theyâre interrupting. she can understand that, in how she rubs into her back again to soothe it. send it away for now, until they couldnât any longer. her beautiful goddess with all her greed desires it. that they both donât let what precious moments they have slip away when cellinia kisses her once again. the pressing of their bodies together, she can feel maiâs heart racing. her own is doing the same while she melts into her lips, her own once again parted slightly for her lover to deepen them as she pleases. celliniaâs already got her held in those inked arms of hers closely, close enough mai could push her to lay back if she wished to. whatever she wishes to do, she wouldnât argue in how much she desires it. desires everything as they give to one another what remains of them, their every fractured and festered pieces of their souls. the parts of them that were tainted as they understand the anguish that goes deeper down to their souls. that someone knows this pain.)
[A wordless invitation to linger in the tranquility of this gentle afternoon is extended to the two of them from their shared fatigue. Far from the frenzy awaiting them after today, they can nourish their starved hearts until they find themselves no longer wanting, no longer searching outside of the arms that hold one another so comfortingly. Whatever weariness is draped over them heavily right now isn't borne of the sins heaped upon their shouldersâ no, it seems as if they both have helped one another divest themselves of these burdens, if only temporarily. What is left behind in their place is a tiredness that softly pleads with them to wait, to take their time here with one another, and savor an unfamiliar patience that would allow this garden of theirs to bloom prettily without haste. It wouldn't matter if sleep called upon them again soon, enticing them with a slumber so healing that it might cure a thousand restless nights endured before they had found one another.
Mai, herself, is torn between giving into her persistent sleepiness, and stealing what waking moments she has remaining with her lover. Its obvious enough that her friends awaiting her back at homeâ back in realityâ are impatient to pull her out of this lovely dream. Cellinia's nonchalant remark about them earns her a soft snort from Mai, who rolls her eyes and indulges in one final, deep kiss before drawing back, her hand falling from her lover's cheek to rest flat against her chest.]
Yeah, right. Does it sound like my friends are the patient types?
[The answer to that is obvious enough, though the constant pinging has slowed to a halt, leaving them in peace again. For now, Mai will take advantage of the slack in the arms around her to shift her weight against Cellinia, silently insisting that she lay back upon the sofa. Luckily, her wolf is tired enough that the task requires little effort on Mai's part. Likewise, Mai isn't energetic enough to do more than rest most of her weight atop Cellinia, treating her like a very comfortable cushion as she props one elbow upon the pillow beneath her lover's head, resting her cheek in her palm as she looks down at her. An unmistakable satisfaction glimmers in her tired eyes, a look that's certainly more than just a little selfish. She leans down to offer her more kisses, letting their tongues mingle for a spell, and pulls away to brush the dark hair from Cellinia's face, twirling the red-black strands idly between her fingers.]
You have no idea how many questions they're gonna ask me about youâŠ
[Because as soon as Momo discoversâ with relief, mind youâ that Mai wasn't summoned back to her family estate out of the blue, that only leaves the more inappropriate conclusions left to be drawn. And since Mai hasn't yet rushed back to the dorms, complaints already rolling off her tongue at what a disappointing night she'd suffered through, then anyone clever enough would be able to put two and two togetherâ that whoever she indulged in a little romp with was enjoyable enough to keep her interest for another day. And forget trying to deny anything once they find themselves in the shared baths together. One look at the love bites riddling her body would tell Momo all she needed to know, and Mai would never hear the end of her questioning, not until her senior was well-fed from the delicious gossip.
'Who is she? What's her name? Where'd you two meet? Is she cute? I wanna see a picture!
Rightâ she can already hear it in that sweet voice of hers, meddlesome and badgering in all of her excitement about Mai's very-lacking romantic life. Just the thought of it is enough to bring a wry smile to her lips as she lets the lock of Cellinia's hair fall from her fingers in favor of playing a little with her fluffy ears. She mulls over those questions, and what her replies could be, if she even wanted to be honest to begin with. Her thumb and forefinger stroke the edges of one wolfish ear, appreciating the soft fur there, and work their way up to the point before trailing back down to the base for a couple affectionate scratches.
Cellinia is cute. More than cute, really. She boasts a handsome beauty that was enough to entice Mai from that photo she had shared at the very beginning. Now that was a dangerous idea, sending it to Mai, dangerous in every satisfying way. Would she dare show it to anyone else, though? If the spell does indeed break once she steps foot outside of her lover's lair, then maybe it's best to keep this proof a close secret for a bit. A shame, though, that Cellinia won't have a memento to be lovesick over, herself.]
Anywayâ don't try to tell me that you've got nothing important going on today.
[Cellinia is a working girl, after all. Pure serendipity had Mai seeking our her company's services, and somehow her luck still hasn't run out. Something tells her that she doesn't make a habit of shirking her professional responsibilities to lounge in 'bed' all day with a new lover, though. Another shameâ but the rent on this place doesn't pay itself, right? It half dawns on Mai how sheltered she is, her life taken care of by the generosity afforded to her by virtue of her birth. Sure, she may not be a spoiled princess amongst the Zen'in, but they're proud enough not to leave her without her basic needs being met as long as she's obedient. She almost shudders at the idea of having to earn her keep in the civilian world, unmotivated and untalented as she is. Cellinia will get a little more of her admiration in this respect, then, for the mental fortitude it takes to support herselfâ as well as the independence it yields as a result. Maybe Mai is jealous, maybe just a little.]
(parting as they say, is such sweet sorrow. there is that call, to dream a little longer in the arms of one another. fall asleep and dream away their suffering, for their starved hearts to indulge in love that they always craved. like a pair of love starved girls who might never have found peace until the day they met. just like here, the now. their sins are far away from their grasp as they ignore them and the burdens of such anguish caused by them for the misdeed of living. but thatâs nothing unusual now, now that they found themselves falling deeper. their garden would bloom beautifully. there is no denying that, the thorns surrounding them joining as they fall apart for another. the temptation of slumber coaxing them to dream a little longer while cellinia feels herself wanting more of it. waking up to her, the sight of mai within her bed and the way they kissed. her heart stings at the thought of parting again, though she knows not why it does that. she wouldnât until much later when reality decides again to bring the dream into telling her the things that the wolf had missed.
she did mean that they could wait a little longer, it isnât as though the wolf intends to keep her lover there forever. not unless she asked for it, demanded it of her beastly knight and wolf who charmed her princess and pretty goddess into her den. the deep kiss earns another soft sigh from her, the feeling of their lips molding together enough to make her melt to the kiss. though maybe sheâs a little amused by the question. she can tell they arenât. theyâve been sending texts for a bit now, ones that she stopped paying attention to whenever mai places her hand upon her bare chest.)
Sounds more like theyâre only patient on a good day....
(somehow, her own hadnât been as frantic. only the singular question, it must not have been exusiai asking. exusiai was the one that would barrage cellinia without a second thought with texts. sora and croissant only did in emergencies. as expected, it was easy to coax the wolf into laying back. her amber eyes are on maiâs hazel as sleep slowly begins to loosen its grasp on her mind, even if she is delightfully tired looking from how comfortable she is. sheâs got her eyes on mai, not daring once to look away while she hovers over the wolf slightly with elbow propped up to look down at her. that selfishly satisfied look, it looks good on her. better than how mai looked like she were going through the motions more than living whenever cellinia went to get her. sheâs admiring her more, her expression and those bruises and teeth marks the wolf left on her loverâs skin. her handiwork was a mix of haphazard and careful to not leave them anywhere too obvious. impatient yet patient in the way she gave her lover so many to carry. they looked good on her, too, is another thought cellinia has. the thought fades to another kiss, then another deep kiss. their tongues twining again with an idle ease to it.)
Mm? Like what?
(itâs not like she can deny it. she did leave plenty of marks for them to get an eyeful of from celliniaâs teeth and lips. those love bites were beautiful, how thorough she was in worship of her body while also giving her those heated whispers of her other language. how they were so pretty and making vows of their own in how she knew mai didnât understand her. sheâs left quite a few for those girls to see. maybe even to blush at themselves from how attentive she must have been. a score for mai in their eyes, truly. that she landed a girl so willing to cover her body in whatever markings that she could. markings that wouldnât be seen by other people, that she could carry on her body while thinking about it even when theyâve faded away until the wolf renews them again. as though on a mission to make them almost permanent in how sheâd cover her skin in those marks.
fortunately for them, she wouldnât tell exusiai about this. she can already imagine her shouting, her frantic attempts at asking about it while telling the others. she couldnât keep secrets to save her life, and she didnât want mai to deal with her so soon.
HUH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOU MET A GIRL!?
never mind, she didnât want to think of the way sheâd scream about it. not even now while cellinia watches mai twirl the black and red strands of her hair, she isnât sure what her lover is thinking about at the moment. at least what it could be to make her smile the way she did. sheâll learn later, possibly. not that she expects to meet her friends, not any time soon. celliniaâs own is more bound to meet mai instead. whenever her lover drops the stands of hair she idly played with, her eyes follow her hand out of curiosity until they reach their destination. her ears. those cute and fluffy ears in all their sharpness, the black and red fur soft to the touch. unsurprisingly the first one she touches does twitch, like itâs melting from how good that feels. cellinia herself canât help the way she blushes, the ears of a wolf are sensitive places. the scratches arenât helping her not look like sheâs in heaven despite herself.
how cute of her, right? she is handsome, a handsome beauty, but she has her cute points. those ears are only part of it in how they twitch to her touch against that training sheâs had since she was young. though she isnât wrong, it is a pity cellinia wonât have a gift of her own to look at on her phone until they meet again. a picture she wouldnât dare to share with others while she nuzzles into maiâs fingers from how good those scratches feel along the fur of her cute ears.)
They usually let me come in whenever, since Iâm more likely to be awake around noon....but I can be tempted to stay home too on occasion.
(more than that. all mai had to do was tempt her into it, and sheâd fall apart depending on whatâs done. but she doesnât just stay in bed typically, on her off days she might even be talked into going out with friends. at times, anyway. she did use to live a life of luxury, but that stopped after the destruction of her familiga. the extinction of them except for cellinia. then again, she didnât really allow herself to not have some form of independence while abroad. she had many reasons to not trust people, given her gender and the fact that the heirs and heiresses could often be made targets themselves for their ages. to get rid of someone else from their wolf eat wolf world while pushing to overtake others. disgusting people. but sheâs survived it, her fair share of that world. taking care of herself was only part of it, plus later it helped she did learn more on the road with her boss. he didnât want her to be lazy.)
[Splendid is the sorrow that causes both of their broken little hearts to sting at the mere consideration of parting ways. What manner of wolf would offer her little red riding hood the choice between being set free or kept forever in her ravenous graspâ and what manner of girl would be tempted to select the latter, casting aside her freedom for a bed of thorns and an altar of flesh? Undoubtedly, it is the kind of girl whose 'freedom' is anything but, and who believes that she captures a true glimpse of it in the choice to remain with her beast rather than flee at the first opportunity. Another night together isn't promised, not when the call to rejoin the depressing currents of their normal lives is daring to overpower the call to keep dreaming in one another's arms.
Sleep really would be delightful, and Mai would easily welcome more of it with how groggy she still feels, even amidst the excitement of her heart fluttering at the kisses that they exchange with pleasant sighs. Cellinia must certainly feel it, from how they're pressed together. At this point, she's probably even committed to memory the rhythm of Mai's heart whenever she's positively thrilled, such as in this moment with how her precious wolf looks up at her from this position. She gazes upon her with eyes that admire her as they always have, taking in her beauty as well as the pretty souvenirs left in careful places about her neck and collar.
Mai, too, has committed these beautiful eyes to memory. Even if she may not be able to completely hide the love bites from a pair or two of prying eyes, the splendid sight of Cellinia's adoration was just for her. In truth, she doesn't even think she would be able to describe it adequately enough for anyone to to understand, to visualize without witnessing it for themselves. She'll consider, though, the things she could illustrate, when Cellinia expresses curiosity at what her friends might ask of her.]
Oh, you knowâ the kinds of questions girls ask each other after a night like ours.
[It does beg the question, though: does Cellinia know? How girls enjoy gushing over their lovers, trading experiences and listening in rapt attention about all of the enthusiastic fun they had gotten up to with them? Just picturing her pretty, stoic wolf sitting in a circle with her friends and sighing wistfully about her is nearly enough to have her giggling, had she not smothered her overt amusement instead. Would you keep her a secret completely, Cellinia? Never breathing a word of Mai to any of those cheery girls within the picture frames, hiding the bites and bruises and scratches given to you eagerly without the same care you had taken when leaving your own? Would this little day off remain untouched by any mention of what transpired, or would the longing be obvious enough for someone to bother this somewhat solitary wolf about it until she gives in?
Slyly, Mai smiles at her own choice of words, her voice hardly concealing the pride she feels for their time spent together. If she really wanted to, Mai could say plenty without giving everything away. She could tell Momoâ and maybe Kasumi, if she doesn't completely short-circuit at this kind of talkâ all about how Cellinia was thorough and attentive while leaving proof of herself with every hard kiss and sinking of her teeth in places to be hidden beneath Mai's summer uniform. She could tell them about howwell Cellinia did as she was told, about the mesmerizing way she murmured devastating words of desire in her foreign tongue, about how it felt to give in to pleasure in the backseat of her luxurious car while the music played on the stereo. Yes, she could tell them plenty, if she wanted, while still keeping the best parts for herself. Because she refuses to share how Cellinia never took her eyes off of Mai in the throes of ecstasy, or how she begged Mai to haunt her, how she promised to ruin Mai and how she made good on that promise. And she would never, ever tell them how she had practically pleaded for Cellinia to erase her entire family in exchange for her body and soulâ nor how easily Cellinia assured her that she would, as soon as Mai gives her the word.
That will forever remain their little secret. The cute expressions on Cellinia's face when Mai's fingers give attention to her fluffy ears can be yet another delight meant for just the two of them. Mai's eyes light up splendidly when she gets these darling reactions out of her handsome wolf, who looks positively blissed out from the sensations. She's given these ears her affections before already, usually during or after one of their more passionate activities, so there's a unique kind of amusement when they're the star of the intimacies on this perfectly lazy afternoon.]
Aw, you really like that, hmm? Want me to keep going, Cellinia?
[Her voice is a sweet coo, though the smile playing on her lips is as smug as ever. And while she wants to tease the answer from her lover's own mouth, Mai doesn't really need to wait for it before fulfilling this impulse, herself. She tends to the other ear after a bit, grinning when it twitches from her touch, and marveling at the handsome blush kissing Cellinia's cheeks as she nuzzles into Mai's fingers for more of this sweet contact. When she murmurs about the lenient nature of her job and hints that she's amenable to a day off, it only deepens the satisfaction written plain as day across Mai's features.]
Sounds like you're asking me to tempt you.
[She won't shy from calling her out, not when Cellinia isn't insisting that her work today comes first. If she truly didn't want to give Mai the power over how she'll spend her day, she would have pried the girl off of her and dismissed her, perhaps only giving her a ride back if it's convenient. But, as Mai has ascertained from their time together, Cellinia is far too well-mannered to display such a callous attitude after feeding her sweet passions and reverence. Ah, how good she has been to Mai thus far, that if she sincerely hopes for such a temptation, Mai would greedily jump at the chance to fulfill that hopeâ herself a fan of abandoning troublesome responsibilities in favor of a day spent doing little more than messing around.]
And what're you gonna do with me all day?
[They can sleep a bit more, if that's what they choose. Mai will have no strong objections to it, especially when she rests her head against Cellinia, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth as she yawns softly. But she knows that if she closes her eyes now, the decision will have already been madeâ so she adjusts herself so that her forearm is draped across the wolf's chest, with her chin propped up on top, just enough for her to keep peering at her lover with eyes that fight the urge to slumber again so soon.
At the very least, Mai will insist that feeding her falls somewhere near the top of that list, as well as letting her take a proper shower so that she doesn't have to return to the dorms with a head lousy with cowlicks. Cellinia would just have to wait her turn, unless she promises that she'll behave.]
(how their hearts weep at the idea, refuse to even take the idea for a second as a possibility without them realizing. a bed of thorns, an altar of flesh, the embrace of something wild and unwilling to ever let go. threats of teeth in places that can be risky in how she longs to mark her nice and proper. maybe she thinks about it, about more offerings. about offering that possibility of more nights together. not comprised of sex and their inability to keep their hands to themselves, their lips and words which would grow hotter the longer theyâre together too. the vows that leave them are only part of the appeal for the starving parts of their souls, their hearts. freedom is offered, itâs held out at any time for her darling lover to take in her hands if she sought to remove the shackles of a family that cares little for her existence. how much could she truly promise? what would it take to free this girl forever from that cage sheâs kept inside in both figurative and literal sense? her beast offers it so beautifully, something that those other girls could have never done in their own desires. an offering to the girl she calls a goddess, she didnât need true religion when she has it here in how she gives devotion beyond a norm. the feeling being something she rarely would ever give while running her hands along her body in the car, in her bed while they laid together. she would destroy herself again if it means she gets more of her.
more of those soft lips, more of her teeth in her skin. her heartbeat, which she commits to memory as thought. ever devoted, never daring to take those searing eyes off her and how despite cellinia being tired, they stare so full of adoration. those marks would only be some of many offerings to treat her like something holy to their starved hearts, the starving souls within them that demand more. they want more. that sensation of their bodies melting to pieces while begging to be one, their desire to melt into only their souls remaining while the world itself knew nothing of this love that could only form between starved girls who could never be satisfied. not for long in their hunger, not even from that driving need to take more with everything theyâre given. to take what they desire most and claim that this to themselves, is not love when itâs obvious to anyone else in this world. it is love. theyâd see it in the way they stare, how they hide it in their lips against the others own. that way theyâd even stay nearer in a desire to never let go after having so little that counts as truly theirs for quite some time. she would only give mai everything, the longer it goes on there is no disputing that. not even for a second.
she wouldnât dare to describe the way she treats this girl like something holy. what words could come close to it and how she views her in their unholy and sinful lives as something more radiant than god above? there isnât. there never would be while cellinia trades another kiss, another sigh for her. those eyes, they could only ever be hers. thatâs not a question, either, in how she keeps staring at her. she might never be able to talk about her in a way that does her justice for her more persistent friends. they didnât need to know it, not how she can treat her so much like sheâs holy. like sheâs worth that kind of adoration to be labeled a goddess by a wolf who had lost almost everything except for that life of hers.
but thatâs the thing, she doesnât know it. she is much more like a boy than one of those girls who would happily chat about their loves and the way that they make them feel. itâd be easier to get sora to speak of her own crushes than cellinia to speak about girl talk.
maybe she wouldnât be the sort of girl to talk that way, but she is indeed the kind of woman that mai imagined having a gaze of longing. because she would. sheâd be so full of it, of longing to see her again. of dreaming of her lips like the wolf had sworn in that desire to be haunted by her until she saw her again. she wouldnât tell them about the vows, the promises. how she memorized those pretty sounds and wants. the way they promised to give one another their bodies, their souls, if they could never be parted during the biggest vow of them all. that she would, if asked, destroy them all. leaving nothing behind to liberate her from that world where nameless monsters sought to keep her to themselves. where she never had the taste of freedom she receives now from the wolf, the sweetest taste of it while this beautiful beast looks at her the way she does. do you want her to swear it so fervently, mai? that she would offer you the world and more for this love that thrums within them? that those monsters would die horribly before your own beautiful eyes that lit up at hearing her promises? she would give her that, sheâd give her what remains of this ruined heart while they touch one another under the moonlight once again. maybe even under a ritual bathed in the full moonâs brilliant glow as it illuminates everything about the wolf before her.
all of it living up to her namesake, the moon, the heavens above. in her body that she gives mai, sheâd fuck her under it in worship. in a reverence that has yet to fade with each touch granted to one another. but cellinia canât help it, how her handsome and sharp features take something cuter in her nuzzling against her loverâs hand. like a pup demanding sweeter affection, this confirms what mai had hazily realized in their intimacy. that celliniaâs ears are sensitive, a spot she can naturally take advantage of while scratching at them or more than that.)
Yes....
(she murmurs it without much shame, but she didnât need to have it or her pride with her beautiful red riding hood when theyâre alone. from how her eyes lit up, mai must been enjoying that cellinia could blush like this. react so cutely, even. the sweet cooâs enough to make her relax more while they lay together. she might have almost dozed off had it not been for the wolf forcing herself to focus on mai. no, she didnât want to waste this chance for them to have more precious moments together until they would have to part temporarily. as much as the wolf hates the idea, she knows theyâd have to and their next meeting would only have them sinking again in the rain. until they have their fill again.
though it seems mentioning her schedule is loose a bit when it comes to work has drawn maiâs attention more. she must be pleased at the idea of tempting her, tempting her into staying longer and giving her more of that sweet poison called love. that tail of hers rests calmly off the side of the sofa, the blankets half cover them when theyâre lying around like this while the wolf commits to memory next the way that deep satisfaction comes along into her eyes. her expression, too. as expected, mai must really want that chance to spend a little more time together before their depressing realities need them to return for a time to it.)
I could be. If youâre wanting to tempt me, as much as you desire to.
(no, she is asking for it. itâs as mai had known of her, she isnât the type to force away someone after giving her these sweet delights. she gave her such reverence, such worship, that she couldnât have done that. it would be easier to say that she would have gone out of her for her lover despite her demeanor and the ice, the thorns, that surround her often to do more than others has. every bit a chivalrous girl, even without being among familiga born children and more. maiâs greed is going to be rewarded, especially with some of the prospective ideas that could come up from it.)
Mm, lunch, a warm bath, a bit of spoiling?
(she did notice her little red riding hood is struggling a bit, even while she settles to lay against her more. from the way she wanted to fall back asleep, too. the yawn wasnât missed, neither was how her eyes seem like they were wanting to close. cellinia reaches to rub her back again slowly while mai props herself up against her forearm along her chest. they really did wear one another out, but it was worth it. thatâs how the wolf views it. her beautiful wolf, who happens to be slightly amused that it could happen to her. or that they can have something veering towards a bit of domestic bliss before the inevitable return to their dreary days apart.
donât worry, she can behave if mai did want to bathe together....until mai decides she wants to misbehave instead.)
[Despite their best efforts to ignore it, these lovers slowly inch towards the hour when they shall part for a time, knowing full well that this little intermission from their dreary lives must meet its inevitable end. Resting so pleasantly together like this, their heartbeats once more in sync, it's easy to forget that they both will be plagued by the remembrances of how perfectly they fit against one another, how their kisses ignite them with the fire of life once again. They won't know that they've succeeded in their threat to haunt one another thoroughly, not until they find themselves alone and yearning for a touch that isn't there, a warmth that evades them no matter how ardently they may try to find it anywhere else. All the while, they'll be stubbornly ignorant that these ghosts that whisper bloodied vows like lullabies, are made of a burgeoning love that spreads like invisible plumes of poison. And when they inhale this poison to hallucinate these beautiful spectres until they have the real thing in their hands once again, neither will know that they're simply falling deeper into this emotion that they refuse to name.
One night isn't enough, a fact that both Mai and Cellinia can accept to be true, a conclusion that they can both agree upon without ever needing to breathe a word of it to one another. Though, how necessary are words when the love-starved parts of their souls can recognize a kindred heart behind the walls they've built up? It's fineâ the feelings that they've uncovered speak to each other in a language all their own. Whatever these two lovers wouldn't dare utter to any of their friends would undoubtedly be made plain before one another instead. Words could never encapsulate the liberation they've tasted when feasting upon one another so eagerly. Let their hearts be the ones to convey such sensations with each beat exchanged. Because who else could understand the temptation of freedom, the shocking sweetness of love, offered to them by chance like this? How strange, that they found one anotherâ that they fell into such an entanglement that was only ever meant to be physical, and yet it had just as swiftly become a path towards a world where their pain and sins would be vindicated.
Oh, the brilliant moonlight would miss the sight of them together, wouldn't it? Even the moon would yearn to kiss along their flesh as they surrendered to a love both heaven-wrought and hell-destined. How it might even praise Cellinia, this beautiful sinner of a wolf who carries its silvery glory in her name, the moment she would have her goddess upon her altar to worship once more.
For now, though, it is beneath the summer light of the sun that stretches across the living room that the goddess repays her devotee's worship with a manner of affection that she so adores. Mai grins even more widely at how Cellinia acquiesces to even more of those tender scratches given to her ears. How precious! There's no need for shame or pride to get in the way of this innocent gratification. Cellinia can soften against Mai's touch as much as it pleases her, she can blush and sigh and nuzzle against her to her heart's content. Mai will enjoy her fill, too, of course, watching in amused wonderment how those cute ears twitch and ease whenever she rubs them just right, and she'll delight in how soft the dark fur feels beneath her fingertips. Handsome Cellinia, scarred and rough as her body is, could still boast a pretty softness in her wolfish ears and that sweet flush deepening on her cheeks.
It seems as if Mai's greed is being rewarded in many ways, from her darling wolf's suggestions for another stolen day enjoyed together.]
Hmphâ who's tempting who, now?
[It's obvious enough that she doesn't mind any of Cellinia's ideasâ none of them involve their mundane lives, and while goodbyes are certainly looming come day's end, Cellinia knows better than to even mention it. It pleases Mai, knowing that her lover is just as reluctant for their time together to come to a close. You're the one tempting her, now, beautiful wolf, but Mai certainly intends on giving you enough affection to make it worth your while. After all, declaring the desire to spoil her? Careful, nowâ a wandering cat who gets a taste of the spoiled life will never leave once they know who to appeal to for it.
For her part, Mai melts a bit and sighs contentedly at Cellinia's hand stroking idly along her back. This slice of domestic bliss is so unfamiliar for this lonely pair, but it suits them all the same. Who knows when they will meet againâ but they will, won't they? It aches to even think that today would be a stroke of luck, but at least that ache can spur them to eschewing sleep in favor of enjoying each other's company for a little longer. ]
But I'm only taking a bath with you if you can keep your hands to yourself.
[Oh, Mai can talk a big game, but despite the haughtiness of her tone, she can't conceal the small twitches of a smile that wishes to blossom at her own declaration. Their previous attempt at a shower was a mutual failure, Mai's trouble-making tendencies getting the better of her, and eliciting a satisfying reaction when Cellinia had gotten beautifully fed up with her teasing. Would they fare any more successfully a second time? Fortunately for both of them, Mai is well aware that it will be her own adherence to good behavior that will determine if this promising warm bath will actually leave them both clean. The two of them know that this girl has a penchant for making mischiefâ though the prospect of getting to soap up those adorable ears might entice her to play nice. Ah well, if Mai isn't going to keep her hands to herself, then it would only be fair to permit Cellinia the same freedom.]
Fineâ you get to have me for another day. But that means that I get to have you, too.
[She's spoiled already, no thanks to her chivalrous wolf. Mai tilts her head up just enough to pepper kisses along Cellinia's jaw, feeling pleased about their day ahead.]
(ignoring it is a silent plea, an admission in itself. that they both had failed this little âchallengeâ presented before them. their bodies fit too well together, their hearts beat in sync too easily. for a pair claiming this would not be love, theyâve failed since the start. that kiss had done them in when mixed together with the touch of a woman who gave a girl her attentive stare. her searing gaze of worship while her hands had left no place untouched, her lips kissing life into her from that fire between them. the heat of passion. that desire to be haunted by this poisonous desire and the ghosts that would come from it had only been a single part of what they were both after. stubbornly, they refuse to admit it. they might never admit it for the time being whenever the wolf looks up at her lover in silence. the refusal to name this emotion is only a start. if they did, it can be taken. if they truly wished to name it, then what happens to them while they shatter to pieces? thatâs the mystery of it all presented before them, the bigger one in how cellinia whispers bloodied promises to mai. the vows, the worship, the dark desire of ending the lives of others in the name of this love they would not name. if only because they know naming it means they lose, they lose more than only themselves with how precious little theyâve had alone in their lives. it would be a bigger surprise if they could have named it while laying there. at any time, truly. but thatâs only how broken girls like them could maintain their sanity when faced with how fucked up the world is for them.
one night would never be enough. they need more than a single night, they need so much more than that. words are unsaid, but they know it. how long could they go without it? theyâd feel like sweet death approaches them. a demand of its own due for the grave mistake of falling fast and hard into a deep longing. theyâd long, theyâd fall apart, theyâd lose their minds imagining that touch they miss. those lips they want against their own. their bodies that they memorized as a personal canvas for one another. mai calling celliniaâs own perfect, cellinia treating her every bit like a goddess in exchange while thinking maiâs own body is far more perfect than her own which carries scars and ink etched into the skin. they need it. they starve for it, they have to have it and more than that in the way that they couldnât get enough of one another. their starving hearts, their starving souls which could only keep demanding in all itâs greed. greed which would never let go of them as long as they breathe. how terrible is it that two sinners would want to never stop their feast? they became entangled in one another, and this is the price they must pay. a price that neither girl seems to mind paying if it meant this feeling never faded away.
with the moon witnessing their worship and adoration on an altar of flesh, it would shine down and envelop them. taking the reverent touches, the feverish desire shared between their starving bodies as its own offering. the night is for the lovers, as they often say. liberating them, freeing them as their bodies in a sense join again and again. itâs only fitting that the girl carrying the moon as her namesake treats her goddess to that endless depth of desire shared between them. in her tongue and in how sheâd make her feel loved unlike those who came before her. especially unlike the rotten bastards who had ruined her into this misery theyâve both shared without knowing.
but enough about that, her body is relaxed. her tension melts away to the sensation of maiâs fingers tenderly scratching into the fur of her ears. how they work into rubbing their softness and the fluff of them with a natural ease. like sheâs done it before in how cellinia relaxes beneath her. her innocent gratification met with a relaxed wolf who nuzzles into her for more. the twitch of those ears only shows how happy she is about it. with the sun as a warm backdrop to them, she melts. there arenât a lot of soft patches of skin along her body. honestly, it would be easier to find scars more than soft skin, anyway. the black fur of her ears, her tail, however? theyâre the softest parts of cellinia. places she doesnât quite always allow others to touch which is a privilege that her lover alone has. one that cellinia doubts sheâd desire to share knowing she likely isnât the only one thatâs possessive. mai did seem the type to be, which suits the wolf just fine.
beautiful mai, who she was promising more in return for the way theyâre both too greedy for their own good when it comes to one another. it must be the way their hearts demand it. why wouldnât it be? theyâve never had someone that could make them feel this way. not even feel as warm as they do. so, sheâll answer that desire for more and that unending greed with her own desires.)
You know you enjoy it.
(cellinia doubts theyâd both stop enjoying this, but itâs a temptation she gives. one which is time spent away from their mundane lives. more of it, even. sheâs reluctant, of course she is, because why wouldnât she be after finding someone that makes her feel something more than she has in quite some time? itâs only fitting, the beautiful and handsome wolf tempts her lovely little red riding hood. or isnât it supposed to be that way, for you with all of it? sheâll tempt you, sheâll even give you all that you could ever ask for, mai. cellinia wonât half ass it in how much she makes her burn with desire. sheâll take a wandering cat lovingly into her home and keep said cat forever were it possible. spoil her thoroughly, that goes without saying.
theyâll meet again, if cellinia can help that. she has no intention of letting this end the same way mai doesnât want it to end. itâs only fitting that they both donât let go. because of that, cellinia would even be on the lookout for her call were her workplace to get another unusual order of ammo and snacks. for now, they should enjoy this time they steal together. shrug off sleeping more until later while they chase more of what they want from one another in familiar and unfamiliar domestic bliss between two lone souls.)
Mm, fine. I can behave.
(until she doesnât. they both know cellinia only started to misbehave when mai pressed her in the right ways. delightfully so in how she pinned her lover to the shower door glass, she almost could have gotten on her knees for her again there. if lucky, they might last the bath without misbehaving. mai would get to touch those fluffy ears as much as she desires during it, and cellinia would even allow her to do the same with her even fluffier tail as another reward for behaving. thatâs if they can, she doubts it would be for long. maybe not long enough to wash anywhere else, but enough that mai could touch those ears she adores to her heartâs content. if they can, then itâs only fitting cellinia gives her goddess more rewards in exchange for it.)
Iâll be sure to treat you well again, Mai....
(a shiver runs down her spine at the feeling of her lips roaming along her jawline whenever the wolf purrs that out lowly, sheâs glad that this was a pleasing enough offer. if only for a little longer before reality beckons them away.)
[It isn't so terrible a price, to be condemned to starve so beautifully for one another after today. In the grand scheme of things, the two of them had already nearly emptied their coffers repaying every other price demanded of themâ the crime of living, suffering beneath the veneer of an exalted family nameâ all of them, debts to be settled. Neither girl had a say in how their souls and bodies were bartered by their families, what they might owe them for the twisted courtesy of treading upon this messed up earth. Yet if this could be a choice for them to make of their own volition, stealing a sliver of themselves away from their loathsome pasts to gift to a lover who might understand this anguishâ then aching beautifully for another night, another chance to satiate this depthless hunger shall be the easiest exchange they could ever make without thinking twice about it.
A day might come when they might even give up anything to stave away the swell of nightmares that would no doubt torment them during their time apart. Mai had slept sweetly within Cellinia's arms, after all. Not a single dreadful dream danced across the darkness of her slumber. None of the cruel images, conjured from equally cruel memories, had sprouted from the bliss that blanketed her heart after being so faithfully worshipped by her lover, this lover who oh so nobly made her promises that would besmirch any honest knight.
How fortunate Mai was, this first night, to not have suffered the frightening sights of the very things she and Cellinia conspired to make reality. Yet the undercurrent of unease that swells without her awareness shall make her understand soon enough, that she isn't going to be so lucky in the coming nights. The moon that once kissed her flesh so lovingly as she gave in to her wolf's reverence would not be so tender to her going forward, nor would it shield her from the nightmares that lie in wait, that gleefully anticipate the moment when Cellinia's protection is loosened. For they know, those monsters of men who stalk her memories, they know how Mai longs to punish them. These figments lurking in her mind bore witness to her pleading as she deigned to sully her body under the hands of a beast, and they shall unleash their wrath upon her as soon as she tries to reclaim another sweet night of sleep. Yes, those horrifying monsters, well at home in every recess of her mind, will punish her soundly in every nightmare she will endure henceforth. They'll do their damnedest to try to twist her mind against you, precious wolf, before she can even give you the word to carry out your storm of blood and vengeance. Oh, how the ancient Zen'in roots would tear ruthlessly at what dares to grows between these lovers in the nights apart, the nights to come. A single evening is not nearly enough to mend two hearts completelyâ she'll seek you out until you rid her of those monsters for good, Cellinia.
Yet, for now, they shall scheme and plot in her subconscious while the sun casts its light upon her, blinding Mai to the troubles kept at bay in the company of her handsome wolf. It's rather easy to ignore the things she can't control when in her hands is a manner of happiness that she crafts, herself. Cellinia is certainly correct in her assumption of Mai's possessiveness. Truly, she shouldn't expect any less of a girl whose greediness merely masks a lonesome tendency to cling to whatever gives her that sense of belonging she's been chasing without much success. In this moment, as she caresses her lover's ears, Mai belongs to Cellinia as much as Cellinia belongs to her. She tempts as much as she is tempted, and of course she enjoys it, even if she avoids confirming it to her lover outright. The only answer she'll give is a knowing smile, and even a soft snort at Cellinia's vow to behave whenever they do share that bath. Her eyes, a bit more awake now, glimmer with a mischievous look that doesn't put much faith in either of them, though it doesn't carry any disappointment over it, either.]
I'm in your care, Cellinia.
[Whatever politeness normally expected from this customary expression is replaced by Mai's good-natured wickedness. She delights in Cellinia's eagerness to make this 'day off' a splendid one for them, and enjoys even more the slight tremble she feels beneath her from the kisses she gives. Ah, Cellinia wants to be treated well, too. Such a difficult task, she thinks with a self-satisfied laugh as she shifts to sit up a bit, enough that she somewhat straddles Cellinia's hips. Admiring the blush that still lingers from before, Mai cups her lover's face and leans in, chastely kissing everywhere touched by that lovely pink flush, and giggling playfully as she does. It's a shameâ she'll miss how comfortable Cellinia is to rest upon, even for all of her sturdiness. Mai will just have to commit it all to memory while she still has the chance.]
All right, all rightâ we should get up, nowâŠ
[Yet Mai doesn't move much from her position, content with littering her pretty wolf with kisses until either one of them decides that enough's enough. How beautifully Cellinia blushes, how wonderfully it graces her stoic features. She's already treated Mai so well as it is, why not reward a cute pup with plenty of affection to call her own?]
(being condemned could be worth that agony, the sinful agony theyâve both gone through. their sins may never die, they would never be pure again, but that in itself is fine. their bodies are a battered masterpiece in all the ways they carry their scars. celliniaâs own the perfect canvas her lover dared to dream about in her own way. the families that made them and broke them are nothing in the face of their promises, their offerings. any future nights would only be haunted by the ghost of one another, cellinia would never let go of her as long as she breathes. sheâd even sell her soul if it means this soul crushing hell theyâve suffered in their own lives could be further away some day. tonight they may attempt again at easing this endless hunger out of their system, but they both know that is more bound to never happen. greed doesnât just go away.
neither does the torment of loathsome pasts fade, cruel memories would only be there to drag them down again. again, again, and again. this may not last or so cellinia thinks for a brief moment. everyone eventually leaves her for any number of reasons, but she would not focus on it. what she fixates on is the two of them. how they guarded one another for this night alone, for the first time in ages into a restful slumber while cellinia offers safety in her arms. those inked in monochrome arms that were strong themselves. who needed a perfect knight of purity and goodness when she was better the way that she is? honorable, disgraced, noble, and even willing to kill anyone in the way of them. in the way of their love.
nightmares are only part of their tortured lives, their lives full of their own misery that nobody else could ever touch. the nameless monsters may never be given names to this wolf, but that didnât mean she would allow them to force their will upon her. for her lover, she would punish them. that they may be ended when the words leave her lips. in fire, in blood, and in all the freedom that this poor goddess could ever dream of. this princess who had been seen as a disgrace herself, locked away and forced to serve those who deemed themselves above her. her hands would never let go of her, oh would she try and keep you safe despite being only human in a sense, darling princess. the hands of a beast who would make them feel nothing except rage at learning the way she would touch this girl. how she offers her sweet sighs and more to the moon, how she takes them as her own offering for keeping her forever as her own. theyâll do what they see fit, the same way her own nameless monsters would. but the wolf wonât ever let herself leave you, mai, her door would never close for as much as your heart desires. itâd stay open. welcoming you into this precious wolfâs den again for her to chase away everything once again.
for now, they can carry on and think nothing about it. nothing else other than their wish for this reprieve. in her blushing cheeks from the happiness theyâve carefully begun to craft together as their own, theyâd have their pains, but that can be another time when they come. the mischief in her eye and that smile tells cellinia plenty, sheâs pleased. pleased as those hands work their way along soft fur in her ears which twitch at the attention she grants them. sheâd tempt her goddess beautifully and also take any temptations offered to her without question by this very same princess and goddess. she can try to behave, she will try, but they both know thatâs bound to not happen. still. itâs an offer given, neither side might act on behaving for long when in their presence. thatâs only another part of this paradise born from hell that theyâre slowly making together inch by inch in the bliss they receive.)
Of course, Mai.
(she murmurs it, her gaze fixated above her when mai shifts to straddle along her hips. soft hands cup her cheeks, the look of admiration in her loverâs eyes is enough to tell cellinia at this point that she has something else she wants to do first. the pink dusting those fair cheeks from someone as stoic as cellinia is prominent, lingering yet not completely faded when her lips start to brush along them. marking it as another canvas in chaste affections as the wolf relaxes to her hold, those amber eyes never leaving her hazel ones again when they both know, theyâre reluctant to get up. to separate for now. alas, nothing would get done if they did stay laying there all day and night. food would do them some good, cellinia did need to wash her bedding, and they had laundry on top of needing a bath.)
We should....
(yet neither side moves, not yet. what her wolf does is sit up a bit more, to catch her lips in how she angles herself. to sneak in a kiss, then another, a third, and....ah, sheâs getting a bit too carried away whenever cellinia pauses her lips. they can kiss one another more while in the bath.)
[The ever-looming shadow of abandonment is a rather sticky one to shake off, no? These lovers are painfully familiar with its iciness, the way it siphons warmth from connections thought to last forever. Precious little in this world ever endures as long as one would wish it to, even the close bonds forged of shared blood and shared torment. Mai likes to think that she and Cellinia have something different, but she isn't foolish enough to hope that this newly born link between them can't go crumbling the moment she lets it out of her sight. Even this day, uneventful and ordinary to outside eyes, cannot last forever. Night will arrive before they know it, and neither girl can hide themselves in one another's arms for much longer. Reality is impatient for them to abandon this dream, yet all the same, it's almost keen on witnessing what the two of them will make of this burgeoning bond, how they might protect it from rusting beneath their time-held expectations of abandonment.
For now, perhaps these tender kisses would weave them just a bit more tightly together, whispering wordlessly to them that they may always find the softness that they so desperately seek against one another's lips.]
Fine, fineâŠ
[Mai mumbles unhurriedly between the kisses she lays across Cellinia's cheeks. Okay, so they both at least understand that lazing about, though quite pleasurable, would only serve to eat away at their time left together. Indeed, nothing at all will get done if they indulge too heavily in this lovely spell of idleness. Domestic bliss can be savored in all of the other tasks they ought to carry out before it's time to say goodbyeâ Mai is, whether she likes it or not, used to bearing the brunt of tedious household chores, though she's more amenable to helping out this time because it's for Cellinia and not an annoyingly overly-critical family. Besides, that would just leave more time for Mai and her darling wolf to spoil one another after all of the boring essentials are out of the way. When they get to that pointâ which they really should soon, despite neither of them desiring to curtail this sweet exchange of kisses. Cellinia isn't making it any easier with how she lets her greediness get the better of her, wanting more of Mai's affections given directly to her lips, instead.]
Fineâ since you're no help, Cellinia.
[Laughter dances in her words, even as she rolls her eyes after one last kiss she permits Cellinia to sneak in. Mai relishes the tiny spark of hunger that dares to snuff out the remnants of fatigue in those amber eyes, though she'll miss how sweet her sleepy wolf looked earlier. Rightâ nothing lasts forever, but that'll just beckon Mai to try to recapture that sight with her own eyes some other time. Her hands fall from Cellinia's face and she sits up fully, now, shifting to swing her legs over the edge of the sofa.]
All right, I'll go and run the bath. Don't forget to take care of my uniformâ unless you wanna see how well I can pull off your clothes.
[Goodnessâ Mai will have to bite her cheek at her own unintended remark. It goes without saying that she has already proven that she can pull off Cellinia's clothes rather well. Of course she'll be needing her uniform back anyway, but will her lover really miss a hoodie and a pair of shorts for a few days? Besides, that would just ensure them a reason to meet up again, wouldn't it? Something decidedly not delivery-related, though Mai can probably drum up some manner of shopping list for Cellinia to take care of for her. A girl has needs, after all, and now Mai knows that she has one very handsome delivery girl to take care of nearly all of them.
Once standing, Mai stretches and sighs before swiping the blanket and draping it over herself like a mantle fit for a well-bred lady. She casts a haughty look over her shoulder at Celliniaâ oh, did you want to see her traipse around your den without a stitch on her, darling wolf? No matter if you've already committed every inch of her bare flesh to memory, she'll gleefully pretend that she can still hide away something that her lover might yearn to feast her eyes upon, even if it's only for a short moment before they find themselves bathing together. Without another word, but with a look that says it all, Mai slinks out of the living room and into the bathroom. A few moments pass before the sound of running water spills from the open door, drowning out Mai's curious hums as she snoops around for bottles of anything interesting.]
(it does feel different, which is the terrifying part of it all. that they might feel something so different in comparison to those bonds that were often fleeting. how people would leave their lives, without a word and letting them drown more away under the current. cellinia likes to think this is not like the people who would happily use them for their own gains, their own enjoyment while leaving them to pick up the pieces. they canât stay on this couch forever while pretending life isnât carrying on, or that reality doesnât beckon them into putting aside their dreams of bliss to take care of their more pressing issues. such as, their clothes, her bedding, and everything else. thatâs the problem, neither girl wants to pull away from bliss theyâve found. the greed is there, everything about it that they could have dared to ask for in youthful innocence theyâve long since lost alone. but it wasnât something that mattered, here, in their arms for a time. they were more than their scars for a time. more than anything that could have torn them apart and shaped their lives into the ruin they were. for a time, they would let the sun and moon witness them while they struggle to let go of expectations of one day being left behind for being too much.
the kisses are a temptation in themselves, to give in a little longer. to push a little more from chaste to something more. how could they not want more? neither of them are in a hurry, no matter the way they said they ought to get up. which is what makes it so difficult, troublesome really, to part from a comfort theyâve found they enjoy too much for their own good when she hums in response idly to her loverâs words.
they really are hopeless, arenât they? giving in to a little bliss and so soon. not rushing themselves to part, either. they should know better than to get caught up in it when they should tend to themselves first. the kisses cellinia sneaks in are a little greedy, but can you blame her for that, mai? she hasnât had a touch like yours, not once. helpful, anyway, that she isnât the sort of demanding girl with chores. sheâll do her part and help as befitting her own role. truly, she can be such a boy and yet also softer than one in the things this wolf could do without arguing. she does do her own share of the chores, her apartment is spotless for a reason despite the organized clutter here and there. of books, music, and movies she found herself the new owner of.)
Sorry....
(sheâs not sorry. the last kiss she sneaks in of her lips is enough to help melt away the fatigue more, sleepiness fades to a softened up expression. those eyes again full of reverence and all solely on mai. the girl that would have them alone. nothing lasts forever, perhaps, but later mai would get to memorize her face again in bed. on another sleepy morning or afternoon shared between them where her sleepy wolf might even find herself kissing her darling lover all over again into awakening sweetly. she misses her hands already, but she doesnât stop her. not from getting up, not even from the part where cellinia almost snorts at mai suggesting she might want to wear more of her clothes.
she did leave that dress shirt for her in the bathroom, to wear until her uniform was washed up. the truth is that cellinia would be comfortable with mai taking as she pleases from her closest, the selection of hoodies, sweaters, whatever she pleases of her trendy yet masculine collection. soraâs handiwork that she has a decent closet and celliniaâs own taste factoring in since she did have a good sense of style. she finds she canât keep her eyes off mai even now, watching the way she moves after she commented about pulling off her wolfâs clothes. sheâs debating on it, giving her something to wear from her closet if she wants something more comfortable while waiting on her clothes to wash. or even letting mai grab whatever she pleases.
both would be good, but enough about those thoughts. the blanket lifts off her body, her rather handsome wolf even is unfazed but it doesnât help the way she looks at her. oh. she misses seeing her bare already, it leaves little to the imagination of thinking about reaching over to remove it. unraveling it from her lover before they dip into the warm water of their hopefully relaxing bath. best to save those thoughts for later. another time, whenever they both werenât trying to make the most of this bliss theyâre crafting with their own hands. carving into their souls and into their lives gradually as something more than their dreary mundane moments.
but at the same time, her gaze follows her lover off into the distance. into the bathroom, watching her every moment and how the blanket when she catches that haughty look. almost like she flirts again with the wolf by pretending she hasnât committed her body to memory. that mantle of a blanket suits her too well, cellinia thinks more to herself. sheâll be sure to later give you more than what you ordered, mai. your shopping list and time spent away from the gaze of others before the wolf gets on her feet. sheâs next in the bathroom, if only to retrieve their clothes. the uniform and celliniaâs own while mai hums that tune of hers and looks around.
cellinia wonât be in there for long, given she did quietly prowl off after to retrieve her bedding to go with their laundry. the bottles of shampoo and conditioner were plenty. seems like her wolf does put in effort for self-care. good, right? especially with fur like hers, the additional parts of herself that sheâd have to take care of.)
[It's greatly amusing and equally frustrating, how they match one another in their reluctance to pull apart from these affectionate, needy kisses. What would Cellinia do if Mai were to find herself staying over more often? They might not get anything useful done if this petulant goddess would have her wayâ or perhaps she might slowly, quietly adopt whatever routine Cellinia keeps in order for this life of hers to continue running smoothly. She'd rifle through her organized clutter under the guise of tidying it up, while learning about her personal tastes and pretending that she isn't surprised that her wolf is still a girl who enjoys a decent movie every now and again. Her nosiness would likely get her into trouble, but all the same, she'd be able to flesh out this figment, this dream of a lover who would haunt her thoughts whenever they were apart.
Maybe she would leave herself behind, too. Traces of Mai that would eventually find their spots in the nondescript corners of this apartmentâ clothes or facewash or cans of her favorite soft drinks. Her scent on Cellinia's pillows, on one she might decide is her favorite whenever she isn't using her heartbeat to lull her to sleep. Something to make her equally as real during the in-between moments, anything that would keep her in someone's memory when she was out of their arms. Blame it on her various complexes, the ones that never fail to remind her that she's forgettable even when she tries her hardest not to be.
Until then, she'll just have to content herself with wearing the scent of Cellinia's soap, and the faint fragrance of tobacco and cologne lingering on the clothes she'll borrow while waiting for her uniform to be cleaned. It's fineâ it's good enough, it'll have to be, because she can't bring Cellinia back with her, nor can she overstay her welcome, even if Cellinia had suggested keeping her. It almost certainly wasn't a joke, but⊠logic and reason are starting to creep their way into this reverie. There's only one sure way for Cellinia to keep her, and Mai doesn't want to tread close to that option right now.
For now, Mai is fine pretending as if they're normal lovers who merely want to cling to one another for just a bit longer, steal a few more kisses before responsibilities hasten them apart. Mai, of course, doesn't buy Cellinia's apology for a second. That's fine, though, because when has Mai ever been sorry for trouble she's caused for them, thus far? She's certainly not apologetic for cloaking her figure in the blanket, gleeful at the expression on Cellinia's face, one that betrays how accustomed she was to the unimpeded view before. Too badâ but you'll be able to to feast your eyes to your heart's content whenever the bath is sufficiently drawn, greedy little wolf.
Atop the bathroom counter sits the shirts that Cellinia had set out for them to wear last night, before the two of them opted not to even bother with clothing in the height of their splendid frustrations. If Mai were to lounge around here for the remainder of the day, then she sees no problem wearing only that simple dress shirt. A treat for Cellinia pretty eyes, perhaps, if she'll let Mai wear it for long enough to enjoy the sight. Of course, if they are to find themselves wandering about for a proper meal, then it goes without saying that they'd need to dress respectably. But if Cellinia wants to keep her goddess for her eyes only, then really, anything goes.
An oddly comfortable silence befalls them as they tend to their respective tasks. The rush of water into the bathtub is rather soothing, a rhythmic white noise that keeps Mai's mind from wandering too far. Hearing Cellinia taking care of laundry in the next room almost feels too normal and domestic, in a way that tugs at her heart in a way she's unfamiliar with, but nevertheless a way she secretly wants to experience again sometime. Along the edge of the bathtub are a few bottles she's picked out from Cellinia's surprisingly impressive selection. There was even a brand there that Mai sometimes used, another surprise. She'll hold her tongue at a joke she wants to make at thinking she was going to find some dog shampoo mixed in with the more normal options. She can be nice!]
Almost ready.
[She calls out, dipping her hand into the water to test the temperature of their bath. Mai keeps it a little less hot than she normally prefers, but it's comfortable enough to soothe whatever stiffness comes with sleeping on sofas. Next time, she'll avoid wrecking the bed too much for them to enjoy a proper night's sleep there.]
(fortunately, her routine isnât too different. she may not use the skin care products and other assortment of things that mai has, but cellinia does have her own routine. something she could adjust to suit the needs of her lover who she also struggled to part from for long. sheâs not that talkative, not from where sheâs at. gathering her bedding and replacing it did need her attention. not so much that it doesnât keep away all the thoughts, she knows that she likely canât keep her forever. if mai wishes it, she would, but she isnât going to make her make a choice that would be life-changing so fast and so soon. theyâre early into this rather unusual affair comprised of denying the love they felt. sheâd even be unfazed if mai found herself curious enough to be nosy and digging through belongings that came from an assortment of places. cellinia does have more movies, digital ones actually, that were bought for any occasion or mood sheâs in.
some horror, some romance, some action. the list goes on for whatâs lying around when mai grows that curious to look through her belongings. anything more personal is kept in her nightstand. but thatâs a worry for another time, her lover could make a list if she liked of things she would want to be kept around celliniaâs apartment for visits. even thatâs only a start while the wolf attempts ignoring the way her more logical and reasonable sides tells her that she shouldnât expect much. to stop getting her expectations up. no matter the way she wants to leave her scent on mai, or how mai wants to leave such lingering gifts. memorizing her heartbeat while they fall asleep together, pretending they were more than their sins. perhaps pretending they were human, more human than theyâd ever feel. if her lover struggles with being forgotten, then cellinia would never forget her. not in how those eyes of hers sat so pretty on mai like sheâs all that mattered in their world built around being broken to pieces.
it was enough that they wanted more, that they wanted to leave the little pieces of themselves for one another. that it was beyond what had started. however long mai desires to stay, sheâd never let go. not even in their lowest of thoughts and expectations for themselves with their views on how little they deserve such good. for that, sheâll give her freedom. freedom to take what she pleases, to carry out clothes covered in the faint scent of nicotine and cedar scented cologne. the wood notes of it being soothing and subtle while mixed into the scent of rain she also carries.
here they could be whatever they desired. a pair of girls pretending to be lovers while also not realizing how real it felt, how the feeling of domesticity itself was foreign and warm. like another blanket around them in this sweet dream theyâre part of. theyâre together. covering one another in the things they wish to haunt and be haunted by, as if that could chase away nightmares that would never leave them. itâd be nice if it could. if the love they deny could envelop them and keep away such terrible dreams until they unite again. she didnât mean that apology, as they both know, despite her disappointment that mai had covered up from enjoying the view she was given. later, then, she would satisfy her greed more. because she knows, her precious little red riding hood can be a greedy thing herself.
sheâll likely, if her lover wants to go out, allow her to raid her closet for anything she might wish to wear. undressing her, though? that depends on her lover. on if, she presses into that unending desire to feel one another again. the dress shirt was only something she picked out for ease and comfort, cellinia herself had chosen another tank top to wear. nothing more to go with them lounging. she did assume theyâd both want to relax before figuring out what they might do for their late lunch. there is always ordering, as cellinia can admit sheâs done when she didnât feel like cooking.
better to figure it out later, because she could easily want to keep her eyes on her goddess alone for a little longer. itâs comfortable, this quiet and how they seem to fall into it naturally. the washer starts with a low hum, their clothes and her bedding tucked away inside while the wolf reaches for a couple of towels that were kept in a cabinet within. convenient, really, that she keeps some of them in the laundry room to change out when her others might need washing in her bathroom closet. maiâs voice cuts through her thoughts, her thinking, right. time for reality again whenever she comes back within the bathroom. towels both in hand, her brushes would be grabbed later.
theyâd need them, plus she rather mai not be confused why one of them was full of fur instead of hair. cellinia did keep separate ones for the sake of brushing out that tail of hers alone without needing to overcomplicate it. having to care for fur can be a considerable pain, but not too much of one.)
Got the laundry going, maybe we can figure out lunch after?
[Nothing about this burgeoning affair has been linear thus far, a dozen steps skipped and none of the traditional courtship required for a more pure love to sprout forth. Indeed, there was nothing pure about the way the swept aside every sweet formality and delved into these heady passions without abandon. There was hardly a shred of innocence in how they dared to peer into the cracks of one another's souls, stealing a glimpse into the blackest depths where their tormented shadows writhed in their chains. And once they were smothered by their dark euphoria, it became evident there was no way that a pure love could ever bloom between them. Deep down, in the more painfully honest parts of their hearts, they can accept that an innocent, tender love would only perish in their hands. If one sincerely wishes to haunt the other's heart, then she ought to be resilient enough to withstand the poisonous storms within.
Nevertheless, Mai might find herself retracing those skipped steps, in her own furtive way. Her lover can wear all of the secrets she pleases, but her greedy fingers will sift through as many as she'll be able to. When Mai already has something as ironclad as a vow promising blood-drenched freedom, it becomes easier to want to learn more about what exactly makes someone this willing to devote herself so ardently. It's obvious, the perilous undercurrents that course beneath her darkly-inked and silvery-scarred skinâ but that won't be enough for Mai, the longer they indulge in this affair. She'll want to know everything, one way or another, even if it means inevitably overstepping the lines she cannot yet ascertain.
Fortunately, she is still shrugging off the last remnants of weariness to really plan her nosy expedition into her lover's personal life. Cellinia appears not long after Mai calls out to her, the hum of the washing machine dulled even further when she closes the bathroom door behind her partway. It tickles Mai for some reason, knowing that this pretty wolf had been tending to some chores in an effort to keep her little den tidy and livable, nary a complaint on her lips. Sure, Cellinia may live like a guy in some respects, but she's far more responsible than any that Mai had the misfortune of living withâ it's quite endearing.
She sits up a bit, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and grinning at the nonchalant expression on her lover's face.]
Fine with me. You've got me kind of curious about what wolves like to eat. Aside from candy and girls.
[No, she can't resist slipping in this little quip, letting her hand stroke at the dark fluff of Cellinia's tail whenever she's near enough to set their towels down upon the counter. Mai doesn't ignore for an instant that she's in the presence of a beastâ a splendid one, but a beast all the same. She sports plenty of bite marks reminding her of this fact, but she knows well enough that Cellinia isn't going to suggest hunting for some raw flesh for their meal. As evidenced by the mostly normal way she appears to live, Cellinia is almost certainly just like any other girl with a sweet tooth. Another endearing aspect of hersâ that they can share a taste for yet another thing that isn't exactly the best for them.
Once the water level in the bathtub is satisfactory enough, Mai leans over to twist the nozzle to stop the stream. A pleasant steam lingers in the air, condensing lightly upon Mai's skin exposed beneath the blanket still loose around her torso. She rises from her place at the edge of the bathtub, and leans against the wall wearing that self-satisfied smile again. Even wrapped up still, Mai cuts a lovely figure, her hand delicately gesturing out from beneath the blanket and towards the tub.]
Well? It's only polite for me to let my hostess to go first, soâ after you.
(tormented shadows, the promises of ruin and freedom could only be something more fitting for a pair of jaded girls like them. they went beyond normal steps. courtship was something that felt more like a suggestion in their eyes, the normal aspects of it. dark things could only grow in their twisted garden originally, the way it used their thorns to wrap around them in wicked vines of cruelty. or of violence through the cracks, abandonment, the lack of care and attention given to them in many aspects of their lives. mai only has it worse, has had it worse, than cellinia would ever know currently. but that promise was true, wrapped in darker desires and urges. a wish to spill blood in the way she vowed death upon those who had hurt her so brazenly, they deserved not life when cellinia does see them. when the word is given. tender and innocent love would only die in their hands, their ruined hands and ruined souls. they would never know true innocence as a pair who has long since lost it. which is why, so sweetly and more, why, they craft this tale of theirs. a tale of blood, rain, and the demise of what shackles mai to itâs darkened depths.
she wears her secrets plenty beneath the thorns, the vines entangling them. they are there, but not seen and not so easily uncovered by those who may think themselves capable. everyone gives up, eventually. even cellinia knows it as a lesson too well. her friends has done that with not even daring to give her any attention more than what they could get their hands on. they know it as their own lesson when dealing with the wolf, she will say things as she pleases. words that often catch them off guard in how serious she is about the way the familige treats others. what mai might find, she would likely be surprised by. some might even be repulsed by her, from this history of bloodstained honor and integrity. the tradition that follows, their way of living as wolves. wolf eat wolf, law of the jungle. the strong will thrive and the weak shall die under heel.
later, she may be able to find something of her personal belongings. perhaps even more than that, something to dig into. to search up when it comes to her history. how overnight a single family burned away into ashes. their bloodline, ended. all that remains is before her when cellinia sets down those towels and adjusts them so they donât fall off the counter. sheâs not one to complain about chores, not even about keeping her home tidy or anything else in her day by day. it makes things easier to maintain something close to normal if she does. as much as she lives like a man, she does have things that stick out that arenât like most men. or maybe she can be called more of a man than most men themselves.
nonchalant expression and attitude aside, sheâs pleased with herself. her daily chores shouldnât be difficult to manage when they get done. any other cleaning, ordering food, changing out laundry and swapping her bedding around. typical things that people wouldnât expect of a wild wolf. anything wild, truly. maybe not even her when her tail decides to brush up against maiâs hand in response to her hand running along the fur. like itâs pleased to also receive attention now that was given to her ears.
how cute of her.)
Mm, or sharing said candy.
(or letting herself be eaten, but thatâs beside the point. the endearing parts of this wolf, this pretty wolf, can be interesting in themselves. how remarkably normal that she is, while standing out with those cute and sharp ears. that fluffy tail. this lovely beast of hers did crack a tiny smile, thatâs as close to them as anyone could ever get. it almost makes her look softer for the moment whenever as suggested, cellinia slowly dips her foot into the water then eases down to sit into the spacious tub first. her amber eyes soon falling on mai, the way that blanket looks wrapped around her again.
it does look good on her, she could admit that. but cellinia also misses seeing her bare, having her in her arms that way without a second thought. something about entrusting a lover with them in their most vulnerable states, thatâs also endearing. like trusting their partner to keep their naked bodies close and protect them all the same. delicate, but lovely. whenever the wolf relaxes, the stiffness of muscle and tension eases. though it didnât stop her from holding a hand out to her lover, as if in invitation.
sheâs waiting, for however long they may behave.)
[The tail slightly twitching at her touch draws an amused hum from Mai's lips, as does Cellinia's little musing. She likes to think that Cellinia doesn't have too much of a problem sharing with her, sweets or otherwiseâ after all, she has already shared plenty, no? Offering her such a delectable taste for her tongue to crave later, an embrace that sets her nerves alight, sweet words that sear into places where prying eyes can't see. Moreover, she's well aware of Mai's own greed, and doesn't seem a bit threatened by the creeping fact that this girl might never find herself quite satisfied. If enough could ever be enough for Mai, then they wouldn't find themselves prolonging their romp another day, and rectifying the mess they made of themselves from their last attempt at tidying up.
Mai still isn't sure what her devoted beast gets out of keeping her, what would really ignite Cellinia's soul at the end of all of this. She'll find out, though, surelyâ this wolf won't remain an enigma to her for long. Just because Mai has rolled over prettily for her once doesn't mean that she still doesn't feel compelled by a keen curiosity. That part of her is as certain as the sun, whereas the moon can think herself as clever as she pleases whenever she decides to hide her light.
Her eyes do brighten at Cellinia's wisp of a smile, and Mai swells with a triumph that makes itself plain as day upon her features. It's a sight enchanting enough to rival those eyes she so covets upon her, yet one that only adds to the overall allure of her as she slips into the water. Mai beholds every second with obvious delight, watching as Cellinia eases herself against the bathtub, leaning back and looking every bit the menacing work of art that she is. Drops of water spill over the dark ink covering her arms, and collect charmingly over the bruises littering her chest. Certainly a sight to admire, without any shame to muddle it.
At that hand held out so invitingly towards her, Mai can't resist the pride she feels at being watched, this time. Confidence cloaks her just as well as this blanket wrapped around herâ she knows that she's beautiful and she knows that Cellinia desires her. And she knows that it's a bit heartless to keep her handsome admirer waiting, as she slowly lets the fabric slip from her arms and pool at her feet. She wears her own collection of comely marks, and Cellinia deserves to appreciate them before Mai closes the space between their bodies. Her fingers brush against the palm held out to her before she grabs on more firmly and steps into the water now, herself. Never looking away, Mai sinks beneath the water with a soft sigh, and moves closer into Cellinia's corner of the tub.]
âŠgood, I was worried there wouldn't be enough room for me.
[A lieâ it's obvious that the tub is spacious enough, especially for an apartment. There's not a lick of worry on her face, but rather, a contented smirk as she makes herself more comfortable between Cellinia's legs.]
Ah, it feels nice⊠I could fall asleep like this, if I'm not careful.
[Another little lie, betrayed by the mirth in her voice, and the look she gives Cellinia from beneath her lashes. Oh, it should be fun to see how long they can manage to behave. Mai's own faith in the two of them is⊠middling, at best.]
(devotion is interesting, so is the idea naturally that someone could find themselves desiring a woman as deeply as they are. she answers that craving, her greed, with all that she could offer mai alone. her body, that searing look in her eyes that has yet to fade, the taste of her on maiâs tongue, and this embrace that wraps itself around them. vines and thorns which cover them together. itâd never be enough. not unless they could melt to pieces and carry the embrace of one another forever in their lives, but that also may never satisfy them and this urge to let go down to their souls. greed is something not so easily satisfied to begin with, the fact that they both arenât scared of the implications of both girls never being satisfied with only one time should say plenty. who needed satisfaction whenever they found a missing part of themselves from something that should have stayed as physical?
her soul ignites in her embrace, her lips thirst for more of her kiss. maybe she might uncover more of this enigma presented before her, how the wolf may never stop being one in some ways. because sheâs learned, she has to keep some parts of herself safe. away from the prying eyes of others for survival, allowing herself to let out everything is a weakness. those who are weak die fast, but not as fast as the lone wolves who abandoned their blood, their kin. mai may be the sun, cellinia could only be the moon to her while she watches her closely.
her marks, the bruises and love bites cover her skin beautifully. the imprints of scratches along her back mixed into where her lips marked more of the canvas she adores most only other parts of her body that mai has touched with her brush. a brush which cellinia shows off without shame, without a second thought in it. they were past the need for shame now, werenât they? and itâs nothing unusual for a beast to not carry shame. itâs only fitting of a wild animal to do such a thing. mark her territory and allow her lover to do the same if she found herself wanting to try and keep something as handsome, as dangerous as she is. her menacing and handsome work of art, her knight in all her darkly given promises. vows which left her with such ease, how they came out like poetry in the violence she would grant her the honor of saying the word for.
she watches mai, those searing amber eyes following closely. the sight of her easing that blanket and the fabric of it down slowly in her steps. she canât help how she watches her. cellinia wouldnât rip her eyes away for any reason, not in how she watches her beautiful goddess slip out of it. the marks which she left for her in worship unveiled, the way it hugged her curves before it dropped to the floor properly and their hands soon are held together. her thumb brushes along the back of maiâs tenderly, the rub of it into the skin slow while her lover takes this invitation presented before her. at first, cellinia expected her to find her own space knowing the tub has plenty of that offered to them both.
what happens instead, she didnât mind that either. mai settling against her, in her lap and closing any space between them as warm droplets of water trail down along their skin. she knows thatâs a lie, but she doesnât call her out on it. she only could take it as something to grow used to, something that she doesnât argue or mind knowing that they both struggled to allow themselves to separate for long. mai fits perfectly in her lap, against her body when cellinia instinctively rests her chin against her beautiful admirerâs own shoulder.
as if in response to the way she stares at her, beneath her lashes and lying again about the possibility of falling asleep like this. they both know she wouldnât, celliniaâs hands find a home against her hips again. the roughness of them even in warm water noticeable against the soft skin, the way her fingertips stroke idle circles into them with an amused hum.)
That relaxed, are you?
(she breathes it out lowly, ah, they may not behave for long. cellinia even has little faith that they could, but thatâs fine in itself. they neednât always behave. not all the time if they desired to cause mischief instead.)
[Sweet Cellinia, already accepting that Mai enjoys her little white lies, and willing to let her do away with personal space in favor of satisfying her whims. She's not an easy person to endure, this girl, for all of her quirks, some more harmless than othersâ but Cellinia seems to be doing well enough, taking her in stride. Time would certainly tell if Mai's greedy clinginess will be too smothering. Life's disappointments have shown her that even asking for too little can be twisted into seeming to be too much, so she's half-given up treading carefully. People can think what they wish of her, and they do. She'll tell herself that she doesn't care too muchâ yet when she's indulged like this, with someone who openly displays her own possessiveness, it almost serves to reinforce her own wicked nature. Why would she ever bother changing, or try to bend herself into someone else's ideal of a 'good girl,' when wearing those sharp thorns proudly has earned her that coveted missing piece?
'I'll make you mine forever.'
How could Mai not feel like the cat who got the cream? And she is every bit that haughty cat, sweetening only for the hand that feeds her, but happy to give a few bites, all the same. She does leave behind the prettiest marks, after all.]
Oh, yeah, I'm plenty relaxed.
[Her voice purrs, following a blissful sigh as she settles further against Cellinia's chest. Once more, they fit together as easily as if they were meant for this, the many different ways they might wish to hold each other close. It's as if the heat has softened their sharp edges even further, making them pliant and obliging to this rare tenderness. Of course, Cellinia envelops her far better than the warm water does, with her hands comfortably upon her hips, and her chin nestled upon her shoulder. The same safe feeling that wrapped her up so snugly in the night tingles familiarly wherever their skin connects, and Mai melts a bit further against her lover's embrace. One of her own hands traces along Cellinia's leg, before finding a few of the love bites she'd left and stroking over them mindlessly. Mm, she probably could have left a few more, right�]
This definitely helps after sleeping on a couch. [She can't help it, she really can'tâ ] But you weren't half-bad, at least.
[Best sleep she's had in a long time, a sentiment that they obviously both share, given how unwilling they were to rise for the day. Cellinia truly made the most wonderful pillow, amongst all of the other things she did to leave Mai nice and sleepy. Even now, she has no complaints at how peaceful it is to settle against her body, taking up space unapologetically in this continuation of their cuddling on that couch she had just bemoaned playfully. And when she tips her head just enough to get a better look at her lover's charming face, she can't resist the urge to keep teasing her a little. Despite being in such a precarious position, right in the middle of a wolf's grasp, Mai just can't bring herself to play the perfect little captive.]
Next time, though, I deserve to sleep in a proper bed. That's not too much to ask, right?
[As if to bolster her sweet-talking request, Mai reaches up to stroke slowly at Cellinia's sharp ears. She rubs and teases the silky fur with her fingertips, before letting her hand drag down somewhat to card through the damp, dark strands of hair. Mai knows it, of course she does, that her ask is only as possible as her willingness to be a good girl and not get carried away like last time. But it's already been established, right? Being good is overrated and hardly as funâ besides, she's almost certain that she'll continue to enjoy frustrating Cellinia, probably as much as Cellinia herself enjoys humoring her mischievous ways.]
(who needed to be good people, truthful and honest, when it gave them this? they traded innocence for the murmurs of something more than that. something wicked in promises to own and be owned. possessive girls, girls that refuse to let go through anything. they sink claws and teeth in deep. cellinia is only acting upon her own hunger and desire. she wants to make this girl hers forever, is what her baser instincts scream. those animalistic and more primal desires. who would willingly take a wolf up on such an offer? nobody sane, nobody desiring something sweet and innocent. their thorns fit too well against one another in how they wrap and ravel around each other. encasing them in a crown of them, something that would hurt those who dared to try and rip them from the girls. rip them apart, even, from how deep they go. all theyâd do is hurt themselves for trying to separate them now that their twisted garden has begun to grow something far lovelier than gentle blooms of flowers in fields and glades. she didnât want mai to change or force change about herself, no, this suited her plenty well. their missing piece, the piece they knew not was found within one another like it had been there this whole time. familiar, something that wraps around them further.
âI want to make you mine.â
she meant those words, she wants to cover her in everything. her scent, her teeth which could just as easily rip someone to shreds yet doesnât. she only bites down for the marks she left, the marks which decorate her loverâs beautiful skin and body. she doesnât mind even carrying maiâs marks, those pretty marks along her neck. those thighs of hers, and her back. no, there wasnât a need to hate it. not even to dislike it. what she does is, she takes this greed and embraces it with her own. how cute, her precious and sweet little wolf responds with similar greediness when it comes to such things about them.
cellinia hums lowly again at that purr, the feeling of maiâs fingers brushing along love bites that she left her. if she did want to leave more of them, who was she to disagree? she almost certainly wouldnât, not while they relax in this warm bath. a warmer embrace that seems to keep them together, melting away the stress and worries they would have typically dealt with. that mattered little, not in how skin to skin they seem to melt away into being something softer than they could have ever been. safety. protection, like those arms would never let go of her if she could help it. perhaps later she can leave a few more of her own marks, would she like that more to have them? or more of her kiss along her skin to light her on fire underneath her skin too, right?)
It was hard to get up....
(few words said, but they were words she meant. it was hard to get up. not in a bad way about being stiff, but in the sense of them not desiring to end their comfortable embrace. like this, when mai tips her head, their eyes lock again as best they may from this position. she doesnât mind that her lover refuses to be a perfect little captive in her den. thatâs what makes it all the more interesting. their bodies are like puzzle pieces for one another, ones which could only melt them further. their edges would never fade, not even the thorns, or how they could stab into anything unwittingly getting too close for comfort. but, that also meant little to them who were unfazed by the sting. instead they embrace it, they let themselves go in tenderness that would never be shared with another lover.
it truly is precarious, no? mai is trapped in her warm embrace, anything could happen that was less than innocent and chaste. though she says nothing for now, nothing more than nuzzling into her shoulder at her fingers teasing those fluffy ears of hers. their sharpness as usual standing out when they twitch in response, the wet fur easy to brush through before maiâs hand makes its way through celliniaâs hair instead. those cute ears almost seemed disappointed she stopped for now. she can behave, she thinks. for how long is not as easy to tell seeing as how mai could frustrate her as she pleases and watch this handsome wolf unravel for her again in the warm water. it all depends on their willingness to behave.)
Itâs not too much to ask for....I did get the sheets swapped out for if we needed a bit more rest.
(would that stay a simple time of rest, truly? the two of them could easily turn that from what would be a small rest into more than that. especially since cellinia almost wonders if she ought to start expecting to sleep nude in how comfortable they both seem to be at the idea of that. sleeping bare and vulnerable, holding one another in such an embrace. how shameless, some might say.)
[Though not truly a proof of ownership, these two lovers have left upon one another a reservation or sorts in those bruises scattered across their bodies. They'll serve as as both a reminder of their shared appetite for one another, and a promise to return and feast again. For a pair of girls who linger at the edges of loneliness, wearing such marks means anchoring themselves to something that is true, rooting them in place for another soul who would dare to bloom with them in spite of the harsh terrain comprising their hearts. It would be a sorry thing to watch these marks fade over time, the dabs of violet disappearing beneath unblemished skin once more. Would it be like the slow waking from a dream, where the details start to become fuzzy, while the proof of hungry adoration becomes no longer obvious? Would their bodies, in an attempt to protect them, try to forget how delectable it felt to have a lover's lips and teeth leaving stinging souvenirs in places where they had demanded them?
Or would the ghosts of those kisses and bites haunt their flesh long after the bruises disappeared beneath the surface? Is that what Cellinia intended with her declaration? That her teeth sink more profoundly than merely skin-deepâ no, she must've gone farther below, leaving behind a more permanent promise where no eyes might ever see. Certainly, this promise is one that draws blood, staining Mai all the more beautifully for her. And it won't show, it isn't something obvious enough for anyone but them to be aware of, but it shall be a stain that blooms like the most dangerous flower in their distorted garden. A mark that finds its only match in one another's souls, whenever the fog of misery lifts enough from their eyes for them to witness the miracle of it for themselves.
For now, though, the haze is still thickâ the images of love, that lamentable and unnecessary feeling, cannot yet be discerned. Nevertheless, it flickers faintly in this haze, unhurried for these lovers to become wise to its swaying presence. They can certainly think themselves only engaging in this little dance for some physical satisfaction. Neither will know of the true consequences of of their union until it's far too late, and delightfully so.]
Funny, that you think we'd be getting any rest over there.
[She raises her eyebrows knowingly at Cellinia's harmless suggestion. There's absolutely nothing innocent that can happen involving the two of them and a bed, considering how they made a right mess of it last night. Does Cellinia already desire to have Mai again, feel her melting beneath her touch and pleading for all of the terrible things that she really shouldn't be? Will they really be able to rest once they've returned to the altar where they've made their sinful vows? No, that passion is already too addictive, and they already know well enough that when it comes to behaving, they're well-matched in their impatience.]
I meant, next timeâ next time I come to get some sleep.
[Because whenever it does happen next, there will be another evening spent in full together. Mai has tasted a good night's rest, a slumber without the plague of horrid dreams and thoughts fraught with a loathing directed at herself. Shameless or not, she experienced a warmth wholly unfamiliar to her, in the way that their flesh kissed one another unimpeded throughout the night. It felt peaceful, natural in its rarity, to lay bare beside one who so easily vowed to cut down anyone who might try to do them harm. No need to wear any cloak of false modesty when they've opened up the more raw parts of themselves, if even for the briefest of moments. Whether they liked it or not, there was no going back to whatever shells of themselves that they had been before.]
Don't try to trap me in your bed, Celliniaâ I don't know if I'd ever make it out in one piece.
[Her sharp laugh echos off the tiled walls, and she tries her best to give Cellinia a kissâ making it as far as cheek from the position their in, and the way her lover is nuzzled into her shoulder. When she considered the idea of being trapped, Mai recalls how well-suited Cellinia was to being bound. Yes, she made the most eye-catching captive, didn't she? Behaving magnificently until Mai beckoned her down the path of retribution under the guise of pleasure. Forget about Mai leaving in one pieceâ whomever finds themselves at the mercy of her moodiness might find themselves wishing that she would be confined in the wolf's sacred altar of wicked love.]
(the bruises might never leave her mind, not even the taste of her. there is nothing to stop her mind from wandering back to it, the thoughts of less than innocent words exchanged. anchoring themselves means opening their respective gardens to the pain and more that would come from allowing vulnerability. vulnerability could end them as much as it could absolve them of the agony theyâve suffered. their skin may heal of the bruises and bite marks, the love bites left sooner rather than later, but that wouldnât stop cellinia from leaving more in their place. sheâd leave so many more. decorate her body in them without a second thought as a monument to this twisted garden that theyâre growing in one another. resisting wonât do her any good on that, not in how she considers it. her teeth sinking into places only mai would know about. covering her in the marks that were demanded as her reward. that promise she ached for of them with cellinia even giving her plenty of new ones that might not fade any time soon themselves.
souvenirs that may never fade away, even, in how their minds would often go back to it. wondering about them. the unending urge to own and be owned in the way theyâve begun to anchor one another. reality could call for them, but that doesnât mean they would lose this. cellinia herself meant more than surface level marks in her wish to haunt and be haunted. permanent promises, their vows while she offers blood in exchange for freedom as one girl deserves herself. truth is something they ignore, because that meant coming to terms sooner with how comfortable they are in each otherâs arms. those consequences could only be part of what leaves its everlasting mark. cellinia is comfortable, her hands idle in how they rub into the skin of her loverâs hips. sheâs not in any rush to move them further. touch alone does plenty for her, but it wasnât something that could satisfy this greed alone. cravings which felt constant to push further.
her darkly given vows and promises would only continue, because who was she to judge the way her lover holds her monsters as something she wants to be removed from her life? from the perpetual nightmare theyâve given her that was so helpfully kept at bay by her wolfâs own warm embrace? but she did know, neither of them would be sleeping. not a single bit or not for long if they found themselves alone in bed together again. it wouldnât be them resting, theyâd be unable to resist the allure of that siren song which calls to them. that song that demands they donât stop feeling this unending hunger, that it doesnât die down while their bodies meet again and again beneath the moon.
on that wicked altar the wolf offers made of bloodstained promises and tender love given from her teeth and claws. her tongue which could lavish her in its own worship from the way cellinia speaks to mai like sheâs every bit what she could have ever desired in this fucked up and miserable excuse of a world. the sinful vows could only keep growing, whispered lowly along her lips and neck when offered it. why wouldnât she oblige to this, after all? the wolf could only be excited by it. that her lover could ever want something so violent and ugly in her presence, so willing to worship her without a second thought in love they do not admit to feeling for many reasons.)
Fair, I think my point last time still stands.
(she said it best last night, didnât she? murmuring how she wouldnât let her sleep while restrained so beautifully for mai. maybe she did desire it, to hear the things mai wants from her. how the idea makes her melt more in the hands of a beast that is too ready to give her such cruel promises for those that she deems the ones she desired to be punished. neither of them would behave long in the grace of this sinful delight and addiction of theirs to touch, passion, and intense cravings. cellinia knows she wouldnât be able to stop herself from wanting to touch her more, from wanting to hear that sound of her lovely voice hitting those notes for her as far better music than what plays on her stereo.
itâs a song in itself to hear, one that cellinia memorizes down to the last note. that restful slumber they had for the first time in ages is only something mutually shared, shameless. theyâre so very shameless, how they long for nights now with their flesh kissing the others. where theyâd hold open their bodies and battered hearts for someone that knows this suffering of theirs too well. vulnerability, the raw feeling of it from someone passing through the cracks while equally injured, itâs another addiction. they could never go back to those days. not any time. she didnât want to, that was clear from what the felt subconsciously.)
Hmm? Youâre fine in my arms, arenât you? I could be gentle for you, how Iâd treat you and touch you.
(she followed down that path given with ease, cellinia who is comfortable and holding her like something to covet. she behaved, behaved under her loverâs touch and murmurs. cellinia can be perfect on a leash and collar when it suits her on that altar they made their vows and promises. the wolf seems to have caught what her lover wants after her lips brush against her cheek when her head tilts just right to catch her lips. the kiss they wanted, likely both craved, given with a soft sigh into maiâs lips.)
[Any manner of absolution from this tormenting existence could only be a welcome reprieve, but did either of them really find themselves deserving of it? Vulnerability was double-edged sword ready to taste the blood it would draw from the clumsiness of being wielded by two love-starved drifters. It's easier to live in the illusion that they're stronger than this weakness, even if they've both tasted the truth last nightâ that they aren't stronger. And even now, this taste dares to linger upon their tongues, further dissolving this futile illusion.
The only things that are real, the only things that are true, are the touches they give one another beneath the warm water. Promised words can be sweet blessings, just as easily as they can become bitter curses, yet these vows can only be certain once they're fulfilled. The disappointment of broken promises isn't unfamiliar to Mai, leaving her to force herself to only believe in whatever misery is in front of her. Yet despite this bleak determination, a part of her heart sneaks around her own blind spots, clinging to these promises of freedom beckoning her to take a taste. More than that, the parts ingrained into her soulâ the part of her that can create something out of nothingâ make her believe that she can craft a reality out of the ghosts they will become. That a worthwhile life can be born from this curse of death, and that these temporary touches can one day become a lasting embrace.
Cellinia has found what she has yearned for in this unlikely lover, and she, too, is what Mai would have desired in her lonely wishes to escape, to be protected and cherishedâ loved, even, if she could be so greedy and shameless for such a gift. Perhaps, before now, her wishes were merely aimed in the wrong direction, focused towards a target that was ever-moving. An impenetrable target, made so by the world that they shared, though a world that had shaped Mai differently due to her own weakness. Yet, her long-held wished for this devotion and dedication somehow found their way to the right person, one who was shaped similarly by a treacherous past. She was far from a white knight, but Cellinia could be a champion nonetheless, vanquishing the monsters and restoring a sad girl's feelings of worth. Violence and ugliness, the world was so full of of those thingsâ hiding within curses, family strife and broken promisesâ that Cellinia and her blood-drenched vows are the most beautiful offerings that Mai could ever hope to have in her hands.]
Right, I bet.
[She remembers, of course, that heated threat to keep Mai just out of the arms of sleep, so long as their bodies find themselves entangled in bed again. Mai scoffs humorously at the brief recollection, Cellinia's reminder that she is every bit a wolf in her appetite, as well. That's fineâ not sleeping is favorable to whatever nightmares that would certainly break through, finding a sure way to shatter their reverie. Mai would rather Cellinia drain every last bit of resistance from her bones, not leaving a shred of energy left for any terrible dreams to latch onto and take root. Sure, they can sleep eventually, when it's all they have the strength left to do after their passionate efforts. A dual payout, reallyâ indulging in that sweet ecstasy that Mai has never felt at another's hands before, and basking in the reprieve from the terrors that feed upon a vulnerable mind.
If she could will it, she would hope to dream of only Cellinia, even if her wolf was but a breath away, slumbering sweetly in her arms. But, of course, nothing is better than being able to have her in the waking moments. She'd feast upon her until her mind is full of nothing else but her lover, pushing out the monsters in favor of all of the ways that making love to her would haunt Mai splendidlyâ every kiss and touch, every shudder, those eyes that behold her, and that soothing voice that dedicates every cry and sigh and promise to Mai, and Mai alone.
Even now, she is afflicted by the same cravings that seize her lover. The soft sigh that Cellinia gifts to her in relief at resuming their kisses is responded to with a pleased hum. Addiction is rearing its head again, making her heart quicken with excitement that she gets to be as greedy as she wants, without anyone to stop her. She is most certainly fine in Cellinia's arms, if only because Cellinia won't deny her for a moment.]
Could you, now? That's a scary offer.
[She teases softly, smirking in their kisses while her fingers move to stroke at the back of her lover's head. Gentleness is rather frightening for someone who's only known cold severity. But, she won't refuse itâ she wants it, just like she wants everything she can take from this curiously generous wolf.]
Are you sure it wouldn't be more fun for you to just pick my bones clean, right now?
(absolution may never come, but that was something they both knew was undeserved of them to dare dream and believe theyâd ever be freed of their sins. theyâre starved of love, a drop of it being something they found hard to ignore. to be rid of. the sweet taste of it on their tongues could only damn them further. but that in itself has no argument, there is no room for it. the blood on the lips of the wolf, on her tongue and teeth that would stain their kiss. they can pretend, theyâre far better off pretending that theyâre not as weak as they often felt on occasion. that this wouldnât make them pathetic when the slow realization comes in that there was some manner of spark felt between their love hungry souls. where they find themselves beginning in this new reality to realize they were falling, that theyâve fallen so hard and so fast that itâs not like them. that this must be a joke the world and this fucked up universe has decided to play upon them for their longing.
what they do not know is this only becomes realer with each tick of the clock, every passing second causes them to fall deeper past the line theyâve crossed so readily. disappointment is something venomous in itself, the way that it can wrap around already tired hearts and wear them down further. hearts are interesting, but the way they could make someone feel alive again is another thing in itself. she would allow herself to be damned, damned against everything that clings to them. heaven is what they make it, this freedom she would grant her lover is something they could carefully craft themselves. they needed nobody but their own two hands which were worn and torn apart by everything. these ghosts could only become part of their souls, because as useless as their unsightly hearts are, that meant little to what they found themselves in one another. sheâs what she wished for most, a goddess that knows her pain without them saying it. that something is deeply understood without them knowing.
she gives her something that mai wanted, that love and protection that they hadnât realized. her arms fit around her like a shield, cherished, even in all the greed she has. this is a heart that so rarely is given, granted freely to those that who may get close enough. a heart that has been battered, destroyed, and treated to all the illness within this world. dragged down and threatened to stay in the dark while they could only breathe. they can only pray, hope, that they might find anew kindness that had been ripped away from them. love that they lost, affection that had been cut apart by everything. stomped out embers of being cherished, of what remains of what had been parts of themselves that once lived. once breathed, but she feels alive. the wolf feels it, she even sees it in the way maiâs eyes may light up at the little things done thus far. how she seems so lively, so beautiful when she gets that smug look on her face. how she feels self-assured or tries to be regardless of her lowly views that cellinia did not know about.
now that is true beauty, even as she listens to her and remembers that heated promise. yes, she would have done her job well. sheâd have worn her out thoroughly, into tender dreams where this beast and her hunger chase away nightmares. all the nameless monsters that lie in wait would be no match for her, her bloodstained champion. a black knight instead of a white knight who had been shaped by this wretched world into the beast that she is. still a beast, a wolf and wild. free while promising the same to any woman insane enough to risk themselves to get that far. the right person who would return to her, covered in their blood or allow her that privilege to watch while wiping away their filth from her body. to give into passion there whether she had been injured or not amidst the chaos she gave them for their much larger sins of mistreating this girl. this goddess, princess, and her little red riding hood she has in those ink covered arms.)
One that I mean.
(she murmurs into the kiss, maybe sheâd even push away those nightmares with this alone. gentleness, the haunting of her lips and touch. in both ways sheâd do that. sheâd keep her awake until mai felt ready to give in to slumber, a restful sleep that could only be granted by celliniaâs own rough and worn hands. how theyâd take so very good care of her while she carries on those notes she adores hearing, her voice is another thing cellinia loves to hear. the soft sighs, the hums, and how sheâd moan so prettily when being claimed by this wolf. this beast of hers that would hardly ever find herself satisfied with only that alone.
haunting her is only part of it, the rest? the rest is claiming her properly as hers, whenever that day may come. sheâll mark her nice and proper. with teeth tenderly sinking into her neck and not moving to clamp down further. enough to give her the love only a beast could have. how it might feel to know that she could end her, but doesnât from this love that they know not they felt together since the moment they first kissed. itâs only fitting, fitting that she does that while treating her to what it means to belong to a wolf. to a wild wolf.)
It wouldnât be as worth it if I did that, picking you clean.
(careful, little wolf, you might make her fall for you more with that. or is that the intention without you both realizing? to say that, that you wouldnât want to pick her bones clean and leave. that she would hold her in her arms, treat her so tender and gently that she would never want to leave her den? her bed, even?)
[Oh, they've not a single clue that yes, the universe is indeed enjoying a little laugh from the union of these two forlorn loversâ though not at their expense. No, what it finds most humorous is the slow tipping of the scales once more, a well-deserved vengeance that simmers beneath the surface of a rain-drenched desert, and a love that will dare to resurface the harsh terrain that birthed two terrorized, embittered hearts. It shall delight in watching them fall into the rhythm of this unfamiliar dance, the realization of these shared feelings unfurling at their feet like the prettiest, most poisonous flowers springing to life. For how could the universe look upon their weary hearts with mocking cruelty, when the longing that interlaces these two together is so sweet, sweet enough for even the universe, in its grand infinity, to desire a taste of for itself?
Because it is already so very precious, this commencement of affections that are simply the answers to brokenhearted prayers. If only to assuage their brittle pride, they can pretend that they haven't been yearning for such a connection as much as they'd like to, until the truth of it refuses to be suffocated any longer. It's far too easy to lie beneath the harsh light of the day, after all, and tuck these feelings into the long shadows cast by the sun. But the merciless night strips them of this makeshift defenseâ when everything is bathed in shadow, where else can they hide from the emotions they had hoped to bury and flee from? And now, after the watchful moon has retreated after baring their darkness to one another, can these lovers truly continue to pretend that they can walk away unblemished by the other's thorns?
Ah, but how they shall long for more nights together, after coming to the silent conclusion that one was not nearly enoughâ and yet, how oblivious they are that is the night itself that has ruined them so magnificently. For the kisses they share now are far different than the ones hungrily indulged in yesterday afternoon. The tender words exchanged here carry a different weight than the easy flirtations traded as they satiated their frustrations discreetly in Cellinia's car. And when her wolf wraps her arms around her now, Mai can only feel the profound safety imbued in her throughout their night-long embrace.]
Hmm. It almost sounds to me like you're trying to play the long game, then.
[Doesn't it? Wanting to keep her forever, and treating her gently as she does, rather than sending her back in pieces as soon as she's had her fill. How endearingâ and perhaps Mai does fall just the tiniest bit more, whether or not she's aware of it. There's an unmistakable warmth in her eyes that alights in response to this reassurance, and when she brings their lips closer for another kiss, it is one that lingers more noticeably than those that came before. She can't deny it, that she definitely would have faulted Cellinia terribly if she had decided made a quick meal of Mai, instead. Time and time again, she's had to endure this very decision made for her, but now it slowly dawns on Mai, creeping into the openings of her heart split apart by the beautifully scheming nightâ that she tires of it. She tires of being left behind, of never being enough, of being forced to swallow fear when all she wants is to feel safe. And she tires of always being hurt, while never being loved.
There isn't a doubt in her mind that Cellinia means every word she says. And even if Mai can't bring herself to say it aloud, she believes her. Instinctively, she brings the hand that was upon her lover's leg to her own hip, where she caresses Cellinia's hand, there. That secure feeling burgeons beneath her skin, warming her far better than the heat of the water that envelops them both.]
You're a lot more patient than I would have guessed.
[It goes without saying that Cellinia is patient where Mai is sorely lackingâ though when it comes to that decision that the wolf had placed in her hands, that major decision, it's not a matter of patience on Mai's part. Rather, it's the fear that she still finds herself choking on. Yet if she can burrow in the safety that Cellinia promises, then that fear might someday loosen it's deadly hold on her. This wolf's patience shall be put to the test, but the reward promises to be oh so satisfying.]
I'm still deciding if I like it. But, I guess you're welcome to go on and savor me to your heart's content, until I figure it out.
[One more white lie to be filed awayâ of course she likes it. Mai claims another kiss, a savoring of her own because why let Cellinia have all the fun? Though, Mai craves something deeper, a more intimate connection. This position, though comfortable and sweet, hinders her desire, and so she draws herself forward so that she may shift and face Cellinia properly. Oh, but not even this is enough for herâ she braces her hands on the edge of the tub behind her lover's back while moving to place her knees on either side of Cellinia's hips, straddling her lap. Much better. Now she may kiss her unimpeded, and Mai still wants to lather those cute ears of hers. She can do all of it easily enough, in this position. Yes, they're still behaving⊠]
(behave. itâs a soft reminder, behave. behave as theyâre faced with something theyâve craved for so long that theyâve become numb to it. as the universe delights in their foolishness, at forlorn love and a pair of girls who have suffered the worst it has to offer in differing ways. this world could mock and destroy them further; it would even gleefully watch the way this filth at their ankles sinks them down. engulfing them as it grips on their bodies, dragging into the sand and blood that awaits them everything that it could. this taste it desires could even be perceived as another desire to play with them while they wish more to keep close what precious little theyâve had. cellinia perhaps more than anyone, feels that way about how she would refuse to let go of what semblance of warmth she has. she longed for it, she never wanted to let go again. to lose what she has while struggling grandly against the odds. she pretends with ease that she didnât want this. that the wolf could do without anything deeper, but reality is often crueler and more honest than she could ever be.
those brokenhearted prayers, hope, and desires were futile. pride was something fickle, something that others abused to stomp upon those that were weaker. but itâs suffocating. how could one woman ignore it? much less two, both of them do themselves no favors in their ignorance and damning. they hide their hearts, what remains of them, and long to fill whole underneath it all. yet finding that someone has a steep price, a price perhaps too heavy for their already tired souls. longing destroys, so does letting in someone that would abuse that in a desire to feel love. that love which they so grant one another without realizing, the tender poison while those poisonous flowers in their garden they share lie in wait to one day bloom beautifully into something wicked. something that would never allow in another soul that might try to break it apart. nobody else could enter their world, their world of blood and rain. their world of thorns pricking into their skin as they fall apart to what had been missing, they need not admit that.
because itâs clear as day, they want more than a single night. that night which ruined them without thinking about it could only wait in the background, how it flexes itâs grasp on their minds to sink into them. their kisses, their flirtations, are different from what had been part of an idea that itâs only purely physical. physical love is easier, easier to those who might detach only for it to crush the ones that thirst for more. that are too tired of being used by those around them. itâd suffocate them more to deny that they crave beyond it, but weaknesses would often be used against them in many ways. in celliniaâs old world, itâd even kill those foolish enough to allow themselves to be weak. to open their hearts knowing that the cost is past something that can be paid with money. that could only be paid in blood when love comes into the picture.
she would know it, she denied love to one poor soul who felt it towards her often. for her, it was nothing. a chase of something physical, less than satisfactory. but that was a pair of young girls fooling around, or what could be thought of as along those lines as one woman sought to claim her as her own. it failed, if only because cellinia does not allow herself to be tied down by anyone. she is still wild, still free, but she knows what she thinks she wants. what this wolf wants is seeping into reality from this dreamlike world theyâre within together. she could see that light in maiâs eyes, how it reacts to learning she wonât pick her bones clean and leave. did she get hurt by people who did that often, is something the wolf thinks about for the moment. how much of it was pain caused by others who came into her bed? they must have never treated her with tender love, only a desire to get theirs and leave while offering promises that were never going to be fulfilled by the women that wanted her for the night.
how tired this girl must be to seek out warm affections from a beast who could have just as easily snapped her jaws on her for trying. she does not lash out, she only holds her. a pair of hands comfortably around her waist while offering more warmth than they had ever gave her. the wolf is something sweet in how some might think her words are lies, that she must be searching for a meal. reality as is typical, is not something theyâd consider. she doesnât look at her as a meal between each lingering kiss, the words were something she means in those whispers and vows. the darkly given promises of blood waiting to be spilled if mai gives her wolf and wicked knight the word. itâs instinct that causes her hand to pause its movements to relax in her loverâs hold. the brush of her soft fingers against rough skin, itâs soothing in itself.
warm, protective in how cellinia holds her. reassuring that theyâd both grant this safety to each other that has long since avoided them. patience is something she knows too well, cellinia is patient despite the way she can be hungry for mai to the point of surpassing it. sheâs one of the more calmer predators that someone could ever dream about. willing to wait, willing to allow her to feel more than that fear which grips her by the throat and chokes her. this wolf is offering her goddess quite the rewards if she did decide one day soon to answer that desire for bloody vengeance that has been long overdue for her kin.)
I can be patient, more than I can come off as.
(but thatâs only part of the fun, the wait. the long hunt, she would chase this girl and give her everything that those fools never had. sheâd shower her in affections that only the broken could give, while making more tender love to her the more these nights carry on between them. not just the urge for sex, for something physical, but seeking past that in how their warmth can only be shared between their weary souls. their bitter and jaded hearts which would have wept and called this a mockery of the pain theyâve suffered. she can tell her remark is another lie, another attempt at hiding it. how much she likes it, how much this girl craves it while sitting in her lap and indulging in kisses which theyâd get carried away eventually in sharing. all despite the word given that theyâd both behave long enough to bathe.
the wolf is dragged from her idle thoughts when mai shifts, her hands temporarily parting from her loverâs body while she watches her move to face the wolf proper. amber eyes land again on hazel, the two of them face to face while her little red riding hood straddles her. itâs instinct that causes cellinia to wrap her arms back around her, to rest one along her back while the other returns to itâs spot against her hip. between the kiss her lover takes, and how she savors it. cellinia reminds herself again, she must behave, but it feels impossible from the line before their eyes. how misbehaving is a temptation that is dangling without issue, waiting for them to step over it and fall again.)
Iâd always wait. Thatâs not even something I could deny.
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Date: 2025-04-15 11:31 am (UTC)maybe itâs selfish of them, to say they deserve it. this quiet moment between them. this everything as the rain begins to bloom greenery in their garden of thorns, the desert which surrounds one and the bottomless ocean of the other. their bodies only an offering that belongs to one another. of dark promises, vows, and all the words they whisper to one another. their wounds may never mend, their agony as this salve eases the pains theyâve suffered would not go away so easily itself. the festering of it could only grow more as their vicious garden blooms and as the water drags them under in the desert of the other. who needed to be absolved, redeemed of their sins? they didnât. they never did when the wolf quietly thinks to herself that she likes this. waking up to mai, how she didnât want to let go whenever itâs apparent that they would need to get up. reality is something sheâs ignoring by choice to look at her. with sleep gnawing at her mind, cellinia doesnât look away from how mai braced herself in expectation for her to separate. did someone hurt her by doing that? it seems the wolf is an outlier in another sense, another way in her staying in place. their tangled limbs hardly fazing her, with tender affections being used instead to awaken her slowly.
that lazy brush of her lips to her collar was appreciated, in how she hums lowly. sleep thick in her voice, their hearts are too similar. starved heavily, enough to suffocate. any poor souls that got near them would learn this and leave, pretend they didnât know while leaving them in their agony. a gentle touch is whatâs given, the sight of cellinia with half lidded eyes and affection from each rub of her battle-worn fingers into her lovers back. they rub into the skin slowly, small circles and idle in how the wolf is in no hurry for them to get up. a little longer, is what she tells herself. yet, how much is a little longer for them? thatâs the mystery as of now. neither side knew how long it would be before reality makes a bigger demand of their attention. but she still ignores it, she locks eyes with mai when she raises her head to get a better look at cellinia.
still sleepy, even before their kiss. even as they stare quietly at one another without a second thought. sheâs unable to help it, the way she kisses her slow. sleep threatens to drag her back under in how much this respite was sorely needed for the wolf, she hasnât slept this peacefully in ages. not since the older days of youth she once had before the violence had begun to sink its claws within her. she sighs softly into the kiss at maiâs hand cupping her jaw, like she refuses to let her pull away even once. her starving heart must have liked it, too. their sleepy kisses start to teeter into something deeper, celliniaâs lips part for maiâs tongue while attempting to shake off the tiredness. she wants to wake up this way more, too. she wants the picturesque morning that some normal people have, she wants so much more in her own greed that felt bottomless like maiâs own. sadly, before she can act further on said greed, the pings of maiâs phone interrupts. not people she needs to worry about in how mai sounded at the disruption, sheâll take that as a better sign than whatever monsters she imagined in bed together.)
They can wait, anyway....
(her voice is thick with sleep as expected by the hum she did earlier, the sound of it lower than usual while cellinia keeps her attention on mai. the girls might ask why the wolf came in later than usual, problem is that exusiai canât keep a secret to save her life. sheâs sadly that kind of loud and proud girl, bombastic and cheery in her mannerisms while also coming off as strong. the others? they at least wouldnât go around talking about their business. not while theyâre in the loop, sora might even act like an excited senior again at the prospect of having someone along for their work. maybe even be more pleased she can have proper girl talk, sheâs why the girls have clothes that are more fashionable. even why cellinia has cologne of certain notes by her suggestions and desire to not allow the gang to fall into some manner of fashion disaster as something mundane to their lives. itâs best to think about it later. the penguin logistics way has always been to roll with the vibes, not to think too much about anything. which also means cellinia shouldnât do it while theyâre entangled for a little longer.
she can tell mai is annoyed theyâre interrupting. she can understand that, in how she rubs into her back again to soothe it. send it away for now, until they couldnât any longer. her beautiful goddess with all her greed desires it. that they both donât let what precious moments they have slip away when cellinia kisses her once again. the pressing of their bodies together, she can feel maiâs heart racing. her own is doing the same while she melts into her lips, her own once again parted slightly for her lover to deepen them as she pleases. celliniaâs already got her held in those inked arms of hers closely, close enough mai could push her to lay back if she wished to. whatever she wishes to do, she wouldnât argue in how much she desires it. desires everything as they give to one another what remains of them, their every fractured and festered pieces of their souls. the parts of them that were tainted as they understand the anguish that goes deeper down to their souls. that someone knows this pain.)
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Date: 2025-04-15 11:37 pm (UTC)Mai, herself, is torn between giving into her persistent sleepiness, and stealing what waking moments she has remaining with her lover. Its obvious enough that her friends awaiting her back at homeâ back in realityâ are impatient to pull her out of this lovely dream. Cellinia's nonchalant remark about them earns her a soft snort from Mai, who rolls her eyes and indulges in one final, deep kiss before drawing back, her hand falling from her lover's cheek to rest flat against her chest.]
Yeah, right. Does it sound like my friends are the patient types?
[The answer to that is obvious enough, though the constant pinging has slowed to a halt, leaving them in peace again. For now, Mai will take advantage of the slack in the arms around her to shift her weight against Cellinia, silently insisting that she lay back upon the sofa. Luckily, her wolf is tired enough that the task requires little effort on Mai's part. Likewise, Mai isn't energetic enough to do more than rest most of her weight atop Cellinia, treating her like a very comfortable cushion as she props one elbow upon the pillow beneath her lover's head, resting her cheek in her palm as she looks down at her. An unmistakable satisfaction glimmers in her tired eyes, a look that's certainly more than just a little selfish. She leans down to offer her more kisses, letting their tongues mingle for a spell, and pulls away to brush the dark hair from Cellinia's face, twirling the red-black strands idly between her fingers.]
You have no idea how many questions they're gonna ask me about youâŠ
[Because as soon as Momo discoversâ with relief, mind youâ that Mai wasn't summoned back to her family estate out of the blue, that only leaves the more inappropriate conclusions left to be drawn. And since Mai hasn't yet rushed back to the dorms, complaints already rolling off her tongue at what a disappointing night she'd suffered through, then anyone clever enough would be able to put two and two togetherâ that whoever she indulged in a little romp with was enjoyable enough to keep her interest for another day. And forget trying to deny anything once they find themselves in the shared baths together. One look at the love bites riddling her body would tell Momo all she needed to know, and Mai would never hear the end of her questioning, not until her senior was well-fed from the delicious gossip.
'Who is she? What's her name? Where'd you two meet? Is she cute? I wanna see a picture!
Rightâ she can already hear it in that sweet voice of hers, meddlesome and badgering in all of her excitement about Mai's very-lacking romantic life. Just the thought of it is enough to bring a wry smile to her lips as she lets the lock of Cellinia's hair fall from her fingers in favor of playing a little with her fluffy ears. She mulls over those questions, and what her replies could be, if she even wanted to be honest to begin with. Her thumb and forefinger stroke the edges of one wolfish ear, appreciating the soft fur there, and work their way up to the point before trailing back down to the base for a couple affectionate scratches.
Cellinia is cute. More than cute, really. She boasts a handsome beauty that was enough to entice Mai from that photo she had shared at the very beginning. Now that was a dangerous idea, sending it to Mai, dangerous in every satisfying way. Would she dare show it to anyone else, though? If the spell does indeed break once she steps foot outside of her lover's lair, then maybe it's best to keep this proof a close secret for a bit. A shame, though, that Cellinia won't have a memento to be lovesick over, herself.]
Anywayâ don't try to tell me that you've got nothing important going on today.
[Cellinia is a working girl, after all. Pure serendipity had Mai seeking our her company's services, and somehow her luck still hasn't run out. Something tells her that she doesn't make a habit of shirking her professional responsibilities to lounge in 'bed' all day with a new lover, though. Another shameâ but the rent on this place doesn't pay itself, right? It half dawns on Mai how sheltered she is, her life taken care of by the generosity afforded to her by virtue of her birth. Sure, she may not be a spoiled princess amongst the Zen'in, but they're proud enough not to leave her without her basic needs being met as long as she's obedient. She almost shudders at the idea of having to earn her keep in the civilian world, unmotivated and untalented as she is. Cellinia will get a little more of her admiration in this respect, then, for the mental fortitude it takes to support herselfâ as well as the independence it yields as a result. Maybe Mai is jealous, maybe just a little.]
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Date: 2025-04-16 01:22 am (UTC)she did mean that they could wait a little longer, it isnât as though the wolf intends to keep her lover there forever. not unless she asked for it, demanded it of her beastly knight and wolf who charmed her princess and pretty goddess into her den. the deep kiss earns another soft sigh from her, the feeling of their lips molding together enough to make her melt to the kiss. though maybe sheâs a little amused by the question. she can tell they arenât. theyâve been sending texts for a bit now, ones that she stopped paying attention to whenever mai places her hand upon her bare chest.)
Sounds more like theyâre only patient on a good day....
(somehow, her own hadnât been as frantic. only the singular question, it must not have been exusiai asking. exusiai was the one that would barrage cellinia without a second thought with texts. sora and croissant only did in emergencies. as expected, it was easy to coax the wolf into laying back. her amber eyes are on maiâs hazel as sleep slowly begins to loosen its grasp on her mind, even if she is delightfully tired looking from how comfortable she is. sheâs got her eyes on mai, not daring once to look away while she hovers over the wolf slightly with elbow propped up to look down at her. that selfishly satisfied look, it looks good on her. better than how mai looked like she were going through the motions more than living whenever cellinia went to get her. sheâs admiring her more, her expression and those bruises and teeth marks the wolf left on her loverâs skin. her handiwork was a mix of haphazard and careful to not leave them anywhere too obvious. impatient yet patient in the way she gave her lover so many to carry. they looked good on her, too, is another thought cellinia has. the thought fades to another kiss, then another deep kiss. their tongues twining again with an idle ease to it.)
Mm? Like what?
(itâs not like she can deny it. she did leave plenty of marks for them to get an eyeful of from celliniaâs teeth and lips. those love bites were beautiful, how thorough she was in worship of her body while also giving her those heated whispers of her other language. how they were so pretty and making vows of their own in how she knew mai didnât understand her. sheâs left quite a few for those girls to see. maybe even to blush at themselves from how attentive she must have been. a score for mai in their eyes, truly. that she landed a girl so willing to cover her body in whatever markings that she could. markings that wouldnât be seen by other people, that she could carry on her body while thinking about it even when theyâve faded away until the wolf renews them again. as though on a mission to make them almost permanent in how sheâd cover her skin in those marks.
fortunately for them, she wouldnât tell exusiai about this. she can already imagine her shouting, her frantic attempts at asking about it while telling the others. she couldnât keep secrets to save her life, and she didnât want mai to deal with her so soon.
HUH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOU MET A GIRL!?
never mind, she didnât want to think of the way sheâd scream about it. not even now while cellinia watches mai twirl the black and red strands of her hair, she isnât sure what her lover is thinking about at the moment. at least what it could be to make her smile the way she did. sheâll learn later, possibly. not that she expects to meet her friends, not any time soon. celliniaâs own is more bound to meet mai instead. whenever her lover drops the stands of hair she idly played with, her eyes follow her hand out of curiosity until they reach their destination. her ears. those cute and fluffy ears in all their sharpness, the black and red fur soft to the touch. unsurprisingly the first one she touches does twitch, like itâs melting from how good that feels. cellinia herself canât help the way she blushes, the ears of a wolf are sensitive places. the scratches arenât helping her not look like sheâs in heaven despite herself.
how cute of her, right? she is handsome, a handsome beauty, but she has her cute points. those ears are only part of it in how they twitch to her touch against that training sheâs had since she was young. though she isnât wrong, it is a pity cellinia wonât have a gift of her own to look at on her phone until they meet again. a picture she wouldnât dare to share with others while she nuzzles into maiâs fingers from how good those scratches feel along the fur of her cute ears.)
They usually let me come in whenever, since Iâm more likely to be awake around noon....but I can be tempted to stay home too on occasion.
(more than that. all mai had to do was tempt her into it, and sheâd fall apart depending on whatâs done. but she doesnât just stay in bed typically, on her off days she might even be talked into going out with friends. at times, anyway. she did use to live a life of luxury, but that stopped after the destruction of her familiga. the extinction of them except for cellinia. then again, she didnât really allow herself to not have some form of independence while abroad. she had many reasons to not trust people, given her gender and the fact that the heirs and heiresses could often be made targets themselves for their ages. to get rid of someone else from their wolf eat wolf world while pushing to overtake others. disgusting people. but sheâs survived it, her fair share of that world. taking care of herself was only part of it, plus later it helped she did learn more on the road with her boss. he didnât want her to be lazy.)
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Date: 2025-04-16 07:27 am (UTC)Sleep really would be delightful, and Mai would easily welcome more of it with how groggy she still feels, even amidst the excitement of her heart fluttering at the kisses that they exchange with pleasant sighs. Cellinia must certainly feel it, from how they're pressed together. At this point, she's probably even committed to memory the rhythm of Mai's heart whenever she's positively thrilled, such as in this moment with how her precious wolf looks up at her from this position. She gazes upon her with eyes that admire her as they always have, taking in her beauty as well as the pretty souvenirs left in careful places about her neck and collar.
Mai, too, has committed these beautiful eyes to memory. Even if she may not be able to completely hide the love bites from a pair or two of prying eyes, the splendid sight of Cellinia's adoration was just for her. In truth, she doesn't even think she would be able to describe it adequately enough for anyone to to understand, to visualize without witnessing it for themselves. She'll consider, though, the things she could illustrate, when Cellinia expresses curiosity at what her friends might ask of her.]
Oh, you knowâ the kinds of questions girls ask each other after a night like ours.
[It does beg the question, though: does Cellinia know? How girls enjoy gushing over their lovers, trading experiences and listening in rapt attention about all of the enthusiastic fun they had gotten up to with them? Just picturing her pretty, stoic wolf sitting in a circle with her friends and sighing wistfully about her is nearly enough to have her giggling, had she not smothered her overt amusement instead. Would you keep her a secret completely, Cellinia? Never breathing a word of Mai to any of those cheery girls within the picture frames, hiding the bites and bruises and scratches given to you eagerly without the same care you had taken when leaving your own? Would this little day off remain untouched by any mention of what transpired, or would the longing be obvious enough for someone to bother this somewhat solitary wolf about it until she gives in?
Slyly, Mai smiles at her own choice of words, her voice hardly concealing the pride she feels for their time spent together. If she really wanted to, Mai could say plenty without giving everything away. She could tell Momoâ and maybe Kasumi, if she doesn't completely short-circuit at this kind of talkâ all about how Cellinia was thorough and attentive while leaving proof of herself with every hard kiss and sinking of her teeth in places to be hidden beneath Mai's summer uniform. She could tell them about howwell Cellinia did as she was told, about the mesmerizing way she murmured devastating words of desire in her foreign tongue, about how it felt to give in to pleasure in the backseat of her luxurious car while the music played on the stereo. Yes, she could tell them plenty, if she wanted, while still keeping the best parts for herself. Because she refuses to share how Cellinia never took her eyes off of Mai in the throes of ecstasy, or how she begged Mai to haunt her, how she promised to ruin Mai and how she made good on that promise. And she would never, ever tell them how she had practically pleaded for Cellinia to erase her entire family in exchange for her body and soulâ nor how easily Cellinia assured her that she would, as soon as Mai gives her the word.
That will forever remain their little secret. The cute expressions on Cellinia's face when Mai's fingers give attention to her fluffy ears can be yet another delight meant for just the two of them. Mai's eyes light up splendidly when she gets these darling reactions out of her handsome wolf, who looks positively blissed out from the sensations. She's given these ears her affections before already, usually during or after one of their more passionate activities, so there's a unique kind of amusement when they're the star of the intimacies on this perfectly lazy afternoon.]
Aw, you really like that, hmm? Want me to keep going, Cellinia?
[Her voice is a sweet coo, though the smile playing on her lips is as smug as ever. And while she wants to tease the answer from her lover's own mouth, Mai doesn't really need to wait for it before fulfilling this impulse, herself. She tends to the other ear after a bit, grinning when it twitches from her touch, and marveling at the handsome blush kissing Cellinia's cheeks as she nuzzles into Mai's fingers for more of this sweet contact. When she murmurs about the lenient nature of her job and hints that she's amenable to a day off, it only deepens the satisfaction written plain as day across Mai's features.]
Sounds like you're asking me to tempt you.
[She won't shy from calling her out, not when Cellinia isn't insisting that her work today comes first. If she truly didn't want to give Mai the power over how she'll spend her day, she would have pried the girl off of her and dismissed her, perhaps only giving her a ride back if it's convenient. But, as Mai has ascertained from their time together, Cellinia is far too well-mannered to display such a callous attitude after feeding her sweet passions and reverence. Ah, how good she has been to Mai thus far, that if she sincerely hopes for such a temptation, Mai would greedily jump at the chance to fulfill that hopeâ herself a fan of abandoning troublesome responsibilities in favor of a day spent doing little more than messing around.]
And what're you gonna do with me all day?
[They can sleep a bit more, if that's what they choose. Mai will have no strong objections to it, especially when she rests her head against Cellinia, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth as she yawns softly. But she knows that if she closes her eyes now, the decision will have already been madeâ so she adjusts herself so that her forearm is draped across the wolf's chest, with her chin propped up on top, just enough for her to keep peering at her lover with eyes that fight the urge to slumber again so soon.
At the very least, Mai will insist that feeding her falls somewhere near the top of that list, as well as letting her take a proper shower so that she doesn't have to return to the dorms with a head lousy with cowlicks. Cellinia would just have to wait her turn, unless she promises that she'll behave.]
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Date: 2025-04-16 06:35 pm (UTC)more of those soft lips, more of her teeth in her skin. her heartbeat, which she commits to memory as thought. ever devoted, never daring to take those searing eyes off her and how despite cellinia being tired, they stare so full of adoration. those marks would only be some of many offerings to treat her like something holy to their starved hearts, the starving souls within them that demand more. they want more. that sensation of their bodies melting to pieces while begging to be one, their desire to melt into only their souls remaining while the world itself knew nothing of this love that could only form between starved girls who could never be satisfied. not for long in their hunger, not even from that driving need to take more with everything theyâre given. to take what they desire most and claim that this to themselves, is not love when itâs obvious to anyone else in this world. it is love. theyâd see it in the way they stare, how they hide it in their lips against the others own. that way theyâd even stay nearer in a desire to never let go after having so little that counts as truly theirs for quite some time. she would only give mai everything, the longer it goes on there is no disputing that. not even for a second.
she wouldnât dare to describe the way she treats this girl like something holy. what words could come close to it and how she views her in their unholy and sinful lives as something more radiant than god above? there isnât. there never would be while cellinia trades another kiss, another sigh for her. those eyes, they could only ever be hers. thatâs not a question, either, in how she keeps staring at her. she might never be able to talk about her in a way that does her justice for her more persistent friends. they didnât need to know it, not how she can treat her so much like sheâs holy. like sheâs worth that kind of adoration to be labeled a goddess by a wolf who had lost almost everything except for that life of hers.
but thatâs the thing, she doesnât know it. she is much more like a boy than one of those girls who would happily chat about their loves and the way that they make them feel. itâd be easier to get sora to speak of her own crushes than cellinia to speak about girl talk.
maybe she wouldnât be the sort of girl to talk that way, but she is indeed the kind of woman that mai imagined having a gaze of longing. because she would. sheâd be so full of it, of longing to see her again. of dreaming of her lips like the wolf had sworn in that desire to be haunted by her until she saw her again. she wouldnât tell them about the vows, the promises. how she memorized those pretty sounds and wants. the way they promised to give one another their bodies, their souls, if they could never be parted during the biggest vow of them all. that she would, if asked, destroy them all. leaving nothing behind to liberate her from that world where nameless monsters sought to keep her to themselves. where she never had the taste of freedom she receives now from the wolf, the sweetest taste of it while this beautiful beast looks at her the way she does. do you want her to swear it so fervently, mai? that she would offer you the world and more for this love that thrums within them? that those monsters would die horribly before your own beautiful eyes that lit up at hearing her promises? she would give her that, sheâd give her what remains of this ruined heart while they touch one another under the moonlight once again. maybe even under a ritual bathed in the full moonâs brilliant glow as it illuminates everything about the wolf before her.
all of it living up to her namesake, the moon, the heavens above. in her body that she gives mai, sheâd fuck her under it in worship. in a reverence that has yet to fade with each touch granted to one another. but cellinia canât help it, how her handsome and sharp features take something cuter in her nuzzling against her loverâs hand. like a pup demanding sweeter affection, this confirms what mai had hazily realized in their intimacy. that celliniaâs ears are sensitive, a spot she can naturally take advantage of while scratching at them or more than that.)
Yes....
(she murmurs it without much shame, but she didnât need to have it or her pride with her beautiful red riding hood when theyâre alone. from how her eyes lit up, mai must been enjoying that cellinia could blush like this. react so cutely, even. the sweet cooâs enough to make her relax more while they lay together. she might have almost dozed off had it not been for the wolf forcing herself to focus on mai. no, she didnât want to waste this chance for them to have more precious moments together until they would have to part temporarily. as much as the wolf hates the idea, she knows theyâd have to and their next meeting would only have them sinking again in the rain. until they have their fill again.
though it seems mentioning her schedule is loose a bit when it comes to work has drawn maiâs attention more. she must be pleased at the idea of tempting her, tempting her into staying longer and giving her more of that sweet poison called love. that tail of hers rests calmly off the side of the sofa, the blankets half cover them when theyâre lying around like this while the wolf commits to memory next the way that deep satisfaction comes along into her eyes. her expression, too. as expected, mai must really want that chance to spend a little more time together before their depressing realities need them to return for a time to it.)
I could be. If youâre wanting to tempt me, as much as you desire to.
(no, she is asking for it. itâs as mai had known of her, she isnât the type to force away someone after giving her these sweet delights. she gave her such reverence, such worship, that she couldnât have done that. it would be easier to say that she would have gone out of her for her lover despite her demeanor and the ice, the thorns, that surround her often to do more than others has. every bit a chivalrous girl, even without being among familiga born children and more. maiâs greed is going to be rewarded, especially with some of the prospective ideas that could come up from it.)
Mm, lunch, a warm bath, a bit of spoiling?
(she did notice her little red riding hood is struggling a bit, even while she settles to lay against her more. from the way she wanted to fall back asleep, too. the yawn wasnât missed, neither was how her eyes seem like they were wanting to close. cellinia reaches to rub her back again slowly while mai props herself up against her forearm along her chest. they really did wear one another out, but it was worth it. thatâs how the wolf views it. her beautiful wolf, who happens to be slightly amused that it could happen to her. or that they can have something veering towards a bit of domestic bliss before the inevitable return to their dreary days apart.
donât worry, she can behave if mai did want to bathe together....until mai decides she wants to misbehave instead.)
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Date: 2025-04-18 01:45 am (UTC)One night isn't enough, a fact that both Mai and Cellinia can accept to be true, a conclusion that they can both agree upon without ever needing to breathe a word of it to one another. Though, how necessary are words when the love-starved parts of their souls can recognize a kindred heart behind the walls they've built up? It's fineâ the feelings that they've uncovered speak to each other in a language all their own. Whatever these two lovers wouldn't dare utter to any of their friends would undoubtedly be made plain before one another instead. Words could never encapsulate the liberation they've tasted when feasting upon one another so eagerly. Let their hearts be the ones to convey such sensations with each beat exchanged. Because who else could understand the temptation of freedom, the shocking sweetness of love, offered to them by chance like this? How strange, that they found one anotherâ that they fell into such an entanglement that was only ever meant to be physical, and yet it had just as swiftly become a path towards a world where their pain and sins would be vindicated.
Oh, the brilliant moonlight would miss the sight of them together, wouldn't it? Even the moon would yearn to kiss along their flesh as they surrendered to a love both heaven-wrought and hell-destined. How it might even praise Cellinia, this beautiful sinner of a wolf who carries its silvery glory in her name, the moment she would have her goddess upon her altar to worship once more.
For now, though, it is beneath the summer light of the sun that stretches across the living room that the goddess repays her devotee's worship with a manner of affection that she so adores. Mai grins even more widely at how Cellinia acquiesces to even more of those tender scratches given to her ears. How precious! There's no need for shame or pride to get in the way of this innocent gratification. Cellinia can soften against Mai's touch as much as it pleases her, she can blush and sigh and nuzzle against her to her heart's content. Mai will enjoy her fill, too, of course, watching in amused wonderment how those cute ears twitch and ease whenever she rubs them just right, and she'll delight in how soft the dark fur feels beneath her fingertips. Handsome Cellinia, scarred and rough as her body is, could still boast a pretty softness in her wolfish ears and that sweet flush deepening on her cheeks.
It seems as if Mai's greed is being rewarded in many ways, from her darling wolf's suggestions for another stolen day enjoyed together.]
Hmphâ who's tempting who, now?
[It's obvious enough that she doesn't mind any of Cellinia's ideasâ none of them involve their mundane lives, and while goodbyes are certainly looming come day's end, Cellinia knows better than to even mention it. It pleases Mai, knowing that her lover is just as reluctant for their time together to come to a close. You're the one tempting her, now, beautiful wolf, but Mai certainly intends on giving you enough affection to make it worth your while. After all, declaring the desire to spoil her? Careful, nowâ a wandering cat who gets a taste of the spoiled life will never leave once they know who to appeal to for it.
For her part, Mai melts a bit and sighs contentedly at Cellinia's hand stroking idly along her back. This slice of domestic bliss is so unfamiliar for this lonely pair, but it suits them all the same. Who knows when they will meet againâ but they will, won't they? It aches to even think that today would be a stroke of luck, but at least that ache can spur them to eschewing sleep in favor of enjoying each other's company for a little longer. ]
But I'm only taking a bath with you if you can keep your hands to yourself.
[Oh, Mai can talk a big game, but despite the haughtiness of her tone, she can't conceal the small twitches of a smile that wishes to blossom at her own declaration. Their previous attempt at a shower was a mutual failure, Mai's trouble-making tendencies getting the better of her, and eliciting a satisfying reaction when Cellinia had gotten beautifully fed up with her teasing. Would they fare any more successfully a second time? Fortunately for both of them, Mai is well aware that it will be her own adherence to good behavior that will determine if this promising warm bath will actually leave them both clean. The two of them know that this girl has a penchant for making mischiefâ though the prospect of getting to soap up those adorable ears might entice her to play nice. Ah well, if Mai isn't going to keep her hands to herself, then it would only be fair to permit Cellinia the same freedom.]
Fineâ you get to have me for another day. But that means that I get to have you, too.
[She's spoiled already, no thanks to her chivalrous wolf. Mai tilts her head up just enough to pepper kisses along Cellinia's jaw, feeling pleased about their day ahead.]
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Date: 2025-04-18 06:19 pm (UTC)one night would never be enough. they need more than a single night, they need so much more than that. words are unsaid, but they know it. how long could they go without it? theyâd feel like sweet death approaches them. a demand of its own due for the grave mistake of falling fast and hard into a deep longing. theyâd long, theyâd fall apart, theyâd lose their minds imagining that touch they miss. those lips they want against their own. their bodies that they memorized as a personal canvas for one another. mai calling celliniaâs own perfect, cellinia treating her every bit like a goddess in exchange while thinking maiâs own body is far more perfect than her own which carries scars and ink etched into the skin. they need it. they starve for it, they have to have it and more than that in the way that they couldnât get enough of one another. their starving hearts, their starving souls which could only keep demanding in all itâs greed. greed which would never let go of them as long as they breathe. how terrible is it that two sinners would want to never stop their feast? they became entangled in one another, and this is the price they must pay. a price that neither girl seems to mind paying if it meant this feeling never faded away.
with the moon witnessing their worship and adoration on an altar of flesh, it would shine down and envelop them. taking the reverent touches, the feverish desire shared between their starving bodies as its own offering. the night is for the lovers, as they often say. liberating them, freeing them as their bodies in a sense join again and again. itâs only fitting that the girl carrying the moon as her namesake treats her goddess to that endless depth of desire shared between them. in her tongue and in how sheâd make her feel loved unlike those who came before her. especially unlike the rotten bastards who had ruined her into this misery theyâve both shared without knowing.
but enough about that, her body is relaxed. her tension melts away to the sensation of maiâs fingers tenderly scratching into the fur of her ears. how they work into rubbing their softness and the fluff of them with a natural ease. like sheâs done it before in how cellinia relaxes beneath her. her innocent gratification met with a relaxed wolf who nuzzles into her for more. the twitch of those ears only shows how happy she is about it. with the sun as a warm backdrop to them, she melts. there arenât a lot of soft patches of skin along her body. honestly, it would be easier to find scars more than soft skin, anyway. the black fur of her ears, her tail, however? theyâre the softest parts of cellinia. places she doesnât quite always allow others to touch which is a privilege that her lover alone has. one that cellinia doubts sheâd desire to share knowing she likely isnât the only one thatâs possessive. mai did seem the type to be, which suits the wolf just fine.
beautiful mai, who she was promising more in return for the way theyâre both too greedy for their own good when it comes to one another. it must be the way their hearts demand it. why wouldnât it be? theyâve never had someone that could make them feel this way. not even feel as warm as they do. so, sheâll answer that desire for more and that unending greed with her own desires.)
You know you enjoy it.
(cellinia doubts theyâd both stop enjoying this, but itâs a temptation she gives. one which is time spent away from their mundane lives. more of it, even. sheâs reluctant, of course she is, because why wouldnât she be after finding someone that makes her feel something more than she has in quite some time? itâs only fitting, the beautiful and handsome wolf tempts her lovely little red riding hood. or isnât it supposed to be that way, for you with all of it? sheâll tempt you, sheâll even give you all that you could ever ask for, mai. cellinia wonât half ass it in how much she makes her burn with desire. sheâll take a wandering cat lovingly into her home and keep said cat forever were it possible. spoil her thoroughly, that goes without saying.
theyâll meet again, if cellinia can help that. she has no intention of letting this end the same way mai doesnât want it to end. itâs only fitting that they both donât let go. because of that, cellinia would even be on the lookout for her call were her workplace to get another unusual order of ammo and snacks. for now, they should enjoy this time they steal together. shrug off sleeping more until later while they chase more of what they want from one another in familiar and unfamiliar domestic bliss between two lone souls.)
Mm, fine. I can behave.
(until she doesnât. they both know cellinia only started to misbehave when mai pressed her in the right ways. delightfully so in how she pinned her lover to the shower door glass, she almost could have gotten on her knees for her again there. if lucky, they might last the bath without misbehaving. mai would get to touch those fluffy ears as much as she desires during it, and cellinia would even allow her to do the same with her even fluffier tail as another reward for behaving. thatâs if they can, she doubts it would be for long. maybe not long enough to wash anywhere else, but enough that mai could touch those ears she adores to her heartâs content. if they can, then itâs only fitting cellinia gives her goddess more rewards in exchange for it.)
Iâll be sure to treat you well again, Mai....
(a shiver runs down her spine at the feeling of her lips roaming along her jawline whenever the wolf purrs that out lowly, sheâs glad that this was a pleasing enough offer. if only for a little longer before reality beckons them away.)
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Date: 2025-04-20 06:57 am (UTC)A day might come when they might even give up anything to stave away the swell of nightmares that would no doubt torment them during their time apart. Mai had slept sweetly within Cellinia's arms, after all. Not a single dreadful dream danced across the darkness of her slumber. None of the cruel images, conjured from equally cruel memories, had sprouted from the bliss that blanketed her heart after being so faithfully worshipped by her lover, this lover who oh so nobly made her promises that would besmirch any honest knight.
How fortunate Mai was, this first night, to not have suffered the frightening sights of the very things she and Cellinia conspired to make reality. Yet the undercurrent of unease that swells without her awareness shall make her understand soon enough, that she isn't going to be so lucky in the coming nights. The moon that once kissed her flesh so lovingly as she gave in to her wolf's reverence would not be so tender to her going forward, nor would it shield her from the nightmares that lie in wait, that gleefully anticipate the moment when Cellinia's protection is loosened. For they know, those monsters of men who stalk her memories, they know how Mai longs to punish them. These figments lurking in her mind bore witness to her pleading as she deigned to sully her body under the hands of a beast, and they shall unleash their wrath upon her as soon as she tries to reclaim another sweet night of sleep. Yes, those horrifying monsters, well at home in every recess of her mind, will punish her soundly in every nightmare she will endure henceforth. They'll do their damnedest to try to twist her mind against you, precious wolf, before she can even give you the word to carry out your storm of blood and vengeance. Oh, how the ancient Zen'in roots would tear ruthlessly at what dares to grows between these lovers in the nights apart, the nights to come. A single evening is not nearly enough to mend two hearts completelyâ she'll seek you out until you rid her of those monsters for good, Cellinia.
Yet, for now, they shall scheme and plot in her subconscious while the sun casts its light upon her, blinding Mai to the troubles kept at bay in the company of her handsome wolf. It's rather easy to ignore the things she can't control when in her hands is a manner of happiness that she crafts, herself. Cellinia is certainly correct in her assumption of Mai's possessiveness. Truly, she shouldn't expect any less of a girl whose greediness merely masks a lonesome tendency to cling to whatever gives her that sense of belonging she's been chasing without much success. In this moment, as she caresses her lover's ears, Mai belongs to Cellinia as much as Cellinia belongs to her. She tempts as much as she is tempted, and of course she enjoys it, even if she avoids confirming it to her lover outright. The only answer she'll give is a knowing smile, and even a soft snort at Cellinia's vow to behave whenever they do share that bath. Her eyes, a bit more awake now, glimmer with a mischievous look that doesn't put much faith in either of them, though it doesn't carry any disappointment over it, either.]
I'm in your care, Cellinia.
[Whatever politeness normally expected from this customary expression is replaced by Mai's good-natured wickedness. She delights in Cellinia's eagerness to make this 'day off' a splendid one for them, and enjoys even more the slight tremble she feels beneath her from the kisses she gives. Ah, Cellinia wants to be treated well, too. Such a difficult task, she thinks with a self-satisfied laugh as she shifts to sit up a bit, enough that she somewhat straddles Cellinia's hips. Admiring the blush that still lingers from before, Mai cups her lover's face and leans in, chastely kissing everywhere touched by that lovely pink flush, and giggling playfully as she does. It's a shameâ she'll miss how comfortable Cellinia is to rest upon, even for all of her sturdiness. Mai will just have to commit it all to memory while she still has the chance.]
All right, all rightâ we should get up, nowâŠ
[Yet Mai doesn't move much from her position, content with littering her pretty wolf with kisses until either one of them decides that enough's enough. How beautifully Cellinia blushes, how wonderfully it graces her stoic features. She's already treated Mai so well as it is, why not reward a cute pup with plenty of affection to call her own?]
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Date: 2025-04-20 07:19 pm (UTC)neither does the torment of loathsome pasts fade, cruel memories would only be there to drag them down again. again, again, and again. this may not last or so cellinia thinks for a brief moment. everyone eventually leaves her for any number of reasons, but she would not focus on it. what she fixates on is the two of them. how they guarded one another for this night alone, for the first time in ages into a restful slumber while cellinia offers safety in her arms. those inked in monochrome arms that were strong themselves. who needed a perfect knight of purity and goodness when she was better the way that she is? honorable, disgraced, noble, and even willing to kill anyone in the way of them. in the way of their love.
nightmares are only part of their tortured lives, their lives full of their own misery that nobody else could ever touch. the nameless monsters may never be given names to this wolf, but that didnât mean she would allow them to force their will upon her. for her lover, she would punish them. that they may be ended when the words leave her lips. in fire, in blood, and in all the freedom that this poor goddess could ever dream of. this princess who had been seen as a disgrace herself, locked away and forced to serve those who deemed themselves above her. her hands would never let go of her, oh would she try and keep you safe despite being only human in a sense, darling princess. the hands of a beast who would make them feel nothing except rage at learning the way she would touch this girl. how she offers her sweet sighs and more to the moon, how she takes them as her own offering for keeping her forever as her own. theyâll do what they see fit, the same way her own nameless monsters would. but the wolf wonât ever let herself leave you, mai, her door would never close for as much as your heart desires. itâd stay open. welcoming you into this precious wolfâs den again for her to chase away everything once again.
for now, they can carry on and think nothing about it. nothing else other than their wish for this reprieve. in her blushing cheeks from the happiness theyâve carefully begun to craft together as their own, theyâd have their pains, but that can be another time when they come. the mischief in her eye and that smile tells cellinia plenty, sheâs pleased. pleased as those hands work their way along soft fur in her ears which twitch at the attention she grants them. sheâd tempt her goddess beautifully and also take any temptations offered to her without question by this very same princess and goddess. she can try to behave, she will try, but they both know thatâs bound to not happen. still. itâs an offer given, neither side might act on behaving for long when in their presence. thatâs only another part of this paradise born from hell that theyâre slowly making together inch by inch in the bliss they receive.)
Of course, Mai.
(she murmurs it, her gaze fixated above her when mai shifts to straddle along her hips. soft hands cup her cheeks, the look of admiration in her loverâs eyes is enough to tell cellinia at this point that she has something else she wants to do first. the pink dusting those fair cheeks from someone as stoic as cellinia is prominent, lingering yet not completely faded when her lips start to brush along them. marking it as another canvas in chaste affections as the wolf relaxes to her hold, those amber eyes never leaving her hazel ones again when they both know, theyâre reluctant to get up. to separate for now. alas, nothing would get done if they did stay laying there all day and night. food would do them some good, cellinia did need to wash her bedding, and they had laundry on top of needing a bath.)
We should....
(yet neither side moves, not yet. what her wolf does is sit up a bit more, to catch her lips in how she angles herself. to sneak in a kiss, then another, a third, and....ah, sheâs getting a bit too carried away whenever cellinia pauses her lips. they can kiss one another more while in the bath.)
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Date: 2025-04-21 01:31 am (UTC)For now, perhaps these tender kisses would weave them just a bit more tightly together, whispering wordlessly to them that they may always find the softness that they so desperately seek against one another's lips.]
Fine, fineâŠ
[Mai mumbles unhurriedly between the kisses she lays across Cellinia's cheeks. Okay, so they both at least understand that lazing about, though quite pleasurable, would only serve to eat away at their time left together. Indeed, nothing at all will get done if they indulge too heavily in this lovely spell of idleness. Domestic bliss can be savored in all of the other tasks they ought to carry out before it's time to say goodbyeâ Mai is, whether she likes it or not, used to bearing the brunt of tedious household chores, though she's more amenable to helping out this time because it's for Cellinia and not an annoyingly overly-critical family. Besides, that would just leave more time for Mai and her darling wolf to spoil one another after all of the boring essentials are out of the way. When they get to that pointâ which they really should soon, despite neither of them desiring to curtail this sweet exchange of kisses. Cellinia isn't making it any easier with how she lets her greediness get the better of her, wanting more of Mai's affections given directly to her lips, instead.]
Fineâ since you're no help, Cellinia.
[Laughter dances in her words, even as she rolls her eyes after one last kiss she permits Cellinia to sneak in. Mai relishes the tiny spark of hunger that dares to snuff out the remnants of fatigue in those amber eyes, though she'll miss how sweet her sleepy wolf looked earlier. Rightâ nothing lasts forever, but that'll just beckon Mai to try to recapture that sight with her own eyes some other time. Her hands fall from Cellinia's face and she sits up fully, now, shifting to swing her legs over the edge of the sofa.]
All right, I'll go and run the bath. Don't forget to take care of my uniformâ unless you wanna see how well I can pull off your clothes.
[Goodnessâ Mai will have to bite her cheek at her own unintended remark. It goes without saying that she has already proven that she can pull off Cellinia's clothes rather well. Of course she'll be needing her uniform back anyway, but will her lover really miss a hoodie and a pair of shorts for a few days? Besides, that would just ensure them a reason to meet up again, wouldn't it? Something decidedly not delivery-related, though Mai can probably drum up some manner of shopping list for Cellinia to take care of for her. A girl has needs, after all, and now Mai knows that she has one very handsome delivery girl to take care of nearly all of them.
Once standing, Mai stretches and sighs before swiping the blanket and draping it over herself like a mantle fit for a well-bred lady. She casts a haughty look over her shoulder at Celliniaâ oh, did you want to see her traipse around your den without a stitch on her, darling wolf? No matter if you've already committed every inch of her bare flesh to memory, she'll gleefully pretend that she can still hide away something that her lover might yearn to feast her eyes upon, even if it's only for a short moment before they find themselves bathing together. Without another word, but with a look that says it all, Mai slinks out of the living room and into the bathroom. A few moments pass before the sound of running water spills from the open door, drowning out Mai's curious hums as she snoops around for bottles of anything interesting.]
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Date: 2025-04-21 02:40 am (UTC)the kisses are a temptation in themselves, to give in a little longer. to push a little more from chaste to something more. how could they not want more? neither of them are in a hurry, no matter the way they said they ought to get up. which is what makes it so difficult, troublesome really, to part from a comfort theyâve found they enjoy too much for their own good when she hums in response idly to her loverâs words.
they really are hopeless, arenât they? giving in to a little bliss and so soon. not rushing themselves to part, either. they should know better than to get caught up in it when they should tend to themselves first. the kisses cellinia sneaks in are a little greedy, but can you blame her for that, mai? she hasnât had a touch like yours, not once. helpful, anyway, that she isnât the sort of demanding girl with chores. sheâll do her part and help as befitting her own role. truly, she can be such a boy and yet also softer than one in the things this wolf could do without arguing. she does do her own share of the chores, her apartment is spotless for a reason despite the organized clutter here and there. of books, music, and movies she found herself the new owner of.)
Sorry....
(sheâs not sorry. the last kiss she sneaks in of her lips is enough to help melt away the fatigue more, sleepiness fades to a softened up expression. those eyes again full of reverence and all solely on mai. the girl that would have them alone. nothing lasts forever, perhaps, but later mai would get to memorize her face again in bed. on another sleepy morning or afternoon shared between them where her sleepy wolf might even find herself kissing her darling lover all over again into awakening sweetly. she misses her hands already, but she doesnât stop her. not from getting up, not even from the part where cellinia almost snorts at mai suggesting she might want to wear more of her clothes.
she did leave that dress shirt for her in the bathroom, to wear until her uniform was washed up. the truth is that cellinia would be comfortable with mai taking as she pleases from her closest, the selection of hoodies, sweaters, whatever she pleases of her trendy yet masculine collection. soraâs handiwork that she has a decent closet and celliniaâs own taste factoring in since she did have a good sense of style. she finds she canât keep her eyes off mai even now, watching the way she moves after she commented about pulling off her wolfâs clothes. sheâs debating on it, giving her something to wear from her closet if she wants something more comfortable while waiting on her clothes to wash. or even letting mai grab whatever she pleases.
both would be good, but enough about those thoughts. the blanket lifts off her body, her rather handsome wolf even is unfazed but it doesnât help the way she looks at her. oh. she misses seeing her bare already, it leaves little to the imagination of thinking about reaching over to remove it. unraveling it from her lover before they dip into the warm water of their hopefully relaxing bath. best to save those thoughts for later. another time, whenever they both werenât trying to make the most of this bliss theyâre crafting with their own hands. carving into their souls and into their lives gradually as something more than their dreary mundane moments.
but at the same time, her gaze follows her lover off into the distance. into the bathroom, watching her every moment and how the blanket when she catches that haughty look. almost like she flirts again with the wolf by pretending she hasnât committed her body to memory. that mantle of a blanket suits her too well, cellinia thinks more to herself. sheâll be sure to later give you more than what you ordered, mai. your shopping list and time spent away from the gaze of others before the wolf gets on her feet. sheâs next in the bathroom, if only to retrieve their clothes. the uniform and celliniaâs own while mai hums that tune of hers and looks around.
cellinia wonât be in there for long, given she did quietly prowl off after to retrieve her bedding to go with their laundry. the bottles of shampoo and conditioner were plenty. seems like her wolf does put in effort for self-care. good, right? especially with fur like hers, the additional parts of herself that sheâd have to take care of.)
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Date: 2025-04-21 07:10 am (UTC)Maybe she would leave herself behind, too. Traces of Mai that would eventually find their spots in the nondescript corners of this apartmentâ clothes or facewash or cans of her favorite soft drinks. Her scent on Cellinia's pillows, on one she might decide is her favorite whenever she isn't using her heartbeat to lull her to sleep. Something to make her equally as real during the in-between moments, anything that would keep her in someone's memory when she was out of their arms. Blame it on her various complexes, the ones that never fail to remind her that she's forgettable even when she tries her hardest not to be.
Until then, she'll just have to content herself with wearing the scent of Cellinia's soap, and the faint fragrance of tobacco and cologne lingering on the clothes she'll borrow while waiting for her uniform to be cleaned. It's fineâ it's good enough, it'll have to be, because she can't bring Cellinia back with her, nor can she overstay her welcome, even if Cellinia had suggested keeping her. It almost certainly wasn't a joke, but⊠logic and reason are starting to creep their way into this reverie. There's only one sure way for Cellinia to keep her, and Mai doesn't want to tread close to that option right now.
For now, Mai is fine pretending as if they're normal lovers who merely want to cling to one another for just a bit longer, steal a few more kisses before responsibilities hasten them apart. Mai, of course, doesn't buy Cellinia's apology for a second. That's fine, though, because when has Mai ever been sorry for trouble she's caused for them, thus far? She's certainly not apologetic for cloaking her figure in the blanket, gleeful at the expression on Cellinia's face, one that betrays how accustomed she was to the unimpeded view before. Too badâ but you'll be able to to feast your eyes to your heart's content whenever the bath is sufficiently drawn, greedy little wolf.
Atop the bathroom counter sits the shirts that Cellinia had set out for them to wear last night, before the two of them opted not to even bother with clothing in the height of their splendid frustrations. If Mai were to lounge around here for the remainder of the day, then she sees no problem wearing only that simple dress shirt. A treat for Cellinia pretty eyes, perhaps, if she'll let Mai wear it for long enough to enjoy the sight. Of course, if they are to find themselves wandering about for a proper meal, then it goes without saying that they'd need to dress respectably. But if Cellinia wants to keep her goddess for her eyes only, then really, anything goes.
An oddly comfortable silence befalls them as they tend to their respective tasks. The rush of water into the bathtub is rather soothing, a rhythmic white noise that keeps Mai's mind from wandering too far. Hearing Cellinia taking care of laundry in the next room almost feels too normal and domestic, in a way that tugs at her heart in a way she's unfamiliar with, but nevertheless a way she secretly wants to experience again sometime. Along the edge of the bathtub are a few bottles she's picked out from Cellinia's surprisingly impressive selection. There was even a brand there that Mai sometimes used, another surprise. She'll hold her tongue at a joke she wants to make at thinking she was going to find some dog shampoo mixed in with the more normal options. She can be nice!]
Almost ready.
[She calls out, dipping her hand into the water to test the temperature of their bath. Mai keeps it a little less hot than she normally prefers, but it's comfortable enough to soothe whatever stiffness comes with sleeping on sofas. Next time, she'll avoid wrecking the bed too much for them to enjoy a proper night's sleep there.]
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Date: 2025-04-21 09:51 pm (UTC)some horror, some romance, some action. the list goes on for whatâs lying around when mai grows that curious to look through her belongings. anything more personal is kept in her nightstand. but thatâs a worry for another time, her lover could make a list if she liked of things she would want to be kept around celliniaâs apartment for visits. even thatâs only a start while the wolf attempts ignoring the way her more logical and reasonable sides tells her that she shouldnât expect much. to stop getting her expectations up. no matter the way she wants to leave her scent on mai, or how mai wants to leave such lingering gifts. memorizing her heartbeat while they fall asleep together, pretending they were more than their sins. perhaps pretending they were human, more human than theyâd ever feel. if her lover struggles with being forgotten, then cellinia would never forget her. not in how those eyes of hers sat so pretty on mai like sheâs all that mattered in their world built around being broken to pieces.
it was enough that they wanted more, that they wanted to leave the little pieces of themselves for one another. that it was beyond what had started. however long mai desires to stay, sheâd never let go. not even in their lowest of thoughts and expectations for themselves with their views on how little they deserve such good. for that, sheâll give her freedom. freedom to take what she pleases, to carry out clothes covered in the faint scent of nicotine and cedar scented cologne. the wood notes of it being soothing and subtle while mixed into the scent of rain she also carries.
here they could be whatever they desired. a pair of girls pretending to be lovers while also not realizing how real it felt, how the feeling of domesticity itself was foreign and warm. like another blanket around them in this sweet dream theyâre part of. theyâre together. covering one another in the things they wish to haunt and be haunted by, as if that could chase away nightmares that would never leave them. itâd be nice if it could. if the love they deny could envelop them and keep away such terrible dreams until they unite again. she didnât mean that apology, as they both know, despite her disappointment that mai had covered up from enjoying the view she was given. later, then, she would satisfy her greed more. because she knows, her precious little red riding hood can be a greedy thing herself.
sheâll likely, if her lover wants to go out, allow her to raid her closet for anything she might wish to wear. undressing her, though? that depends on her lover. on if, she presses into that unending desire to feel one another again. the dress shirt was only something she picked out for ease and comfort, cellinia herself had chosen another tank top to wear. nothing more to go with them lounging. she did assume theyâd both want to relax before figuring out what they might do for their late lunch. there is always ordering, as cellinia can admit sheâs done when she didnât feel like cooking.
better to figure it out later, because she could easily want to keep her eyes on her goddess alone for a little longer. itâs comfortable, this quiet and how they seem to fall into it naturally. the washer starts with a low hum, their clothes and her bedding tucked away inside while the wolf reaches for a couple of towels that were kept in a cabinet within. convenient, really, that she keeps some of them in the laundry room to change out when her others might need washing in her bathroom closet. maiâs voice cuts through her thoughts, her thinking, right. time for reality again whenever she comes back within the bathroom. towels both in hand, her brushes would be grabbed later.
theyâd need them, plus she rather mai not be confused why one of them was full of fur instead of hair. cellinia did keep separate ones for the sake of brushing out that tail of hers alone without needing to overcomplicate it. having to care for fur can be a considerable pain, but not too much of one.)
Got the laundry going, maybe we can figure out lunch after?
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Date: 2025-04-23 02:00 am (UTC)Nevertheless, Mai might find herself retracing those skipped steps, in her own furtive way. Her lover can wear all of the secrets she pleases, but her greedy fingers will sift through as many as she'll be able to. When Mai already has something as ironclad as a vow promising blood-drenched freedom, it becomes easier to want to learn more about what exactly makes someone this willing to devote herself so ardently. It's obvious, the perilous undercurrents that course beneath her darkly-inked and silvery-scarred skinâ but that won't be enough for Mai, the longer they indulge in this affair. She'll want to know everything, one way or another, even if it means inevitably overstepping the lines she cannot yet ascertain.
Fortunately, she is still shrugging off the last remnants of weariness to really plan her nosy expedition into her lover's personal life. Cellinia appears not long after Mai calls out to her, the hum of the washing machine dulled even further when she closes the bathroom door behind her partway. It tickles Mai for some reason, knowing that this pretty wolf had been tending to some chores in an effort to keep her little den tidy and livable, nary a complaint on her lips. Sure, Cellinia may live like a guy in some respects, but she's far more responsible than any that Mai had the misfortune of living withâ it's quite endearing.
She sits up a bit, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and grinning at the nonchalant expression on her lover's face.]
Fine with me. You've got me kind of curious about what wolves like to eat. Aside from candy and girls.
[No, she can't resist slipping in this little quip, letting her hand stroke at the dark fluff of Cellinia's tail whenever she's near enough to set their towels down upon the counter. Mai doesn't ignore for an instant that she's in the presence of a beastâ a splendid one, but a beast all the same. She sports plenty of bite marks reminding her of this fact, but she knows well enough that Cellinia isn't going to suggest hunting for some raw flesh for their meal. As evidenced by the mostly normal way she appears to live, Cellinia is almost certainly just like any other girl with a sweet tooth. Another endearing aspect of hersâ that they can share a taste for yet another thing that isn't exactly the best for them.
Once the water level in the bathtub is satisfactory enough, Mai leans over to twist the nozzle to stop the stream. A pleasant steam lingers in the air, condensing lightly upon Mai's skin exposed beneath the blanket still loose around her torso. She rises from her place at the edge of the bathtub, and leans against the wall wearing that self-satisfied smile again. Even wrapped up still, Mai cuts a lovely figure, her hand delicately gesturing out from beneath the blanket and towards the tub.]
Well? It's only polite for me to let my hostess to go first, soâ after you.
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Date: 2025-04-23 03:29 am (UTC)she wears her secrets plenty beneath the thorns, the vines entangling them. they are there, but not seen and not so easily uncovered by those who may think themselves capable. everyone gives up, eventually. even cellinia knows it as a lesson too well. her friends has done that with not even daring to give her any attention more than what they could get their hands on. they know it as their own lesson when dealing with the wolf, she will say things as she pleases. words that often catch them off guard in how serious she is about the way the familige treats others. what mai might find, she would likely be surprised by. some might even be repulsed by her, from this history of bloodstained honor and integrity. the tradition that follows, their way of living as wolves. wolf eat wolf, law of the jungle. the strong will thrive and the weak shall die under heel.
later, she may be able to find something of her personal belongings. perhaps even more than that, something to dig into. to search up when it comes to her history. how overnight a single family burned away into ashes. their bloodline, ended. all that remains is before her when cellinia sets down those towels and adjusts them so they donât fall off the counter. sheâs not one to complain about chores, not even about keeping her home tidy or anything else in her day by day. it makes things easier to maintain something close to normal if she does. as much as she lives like a man, she does have things that stick out that arenât like most men. or maybe she can be called more of a man than most men themselves.
nonchalant expression and attitude aside, sheâs pleased with herself. her daily chores shouldnât be difficult to manage when they get done. any other cleaning, ordering food, changing out laundry and swapping her bedding around. typical things that people wouldnât expect of a wild wolf. anything wild, truly. maybe not even her when her tail decides to brush up against maiâs hand in response to her hand running along the fur. like itâs pleased to also receive attention now that was given to her ears.
how cute of her.)
Mm, or sharing said candy.
(or letting herself be eaten, but thatâs beside the point. the endearing parts of this wolf, this pretty wolf, can be interesting in themselves. how remarkably normal that she is, while standing out with those cute and sharp ears. that fluffy tail. this lovely beast of hers did crack a tiny smile, thatâs as close to them as anyone could ever get. it almost makes her look softer for the moment whenever as suggested, cellinia slowly dips her foot into the water then eases down to sit into the spacious tub first. her amber eyes soon falling on mai, the way that blanket looks wrapped around her again.
it does look good on her, she could admit that. but cellinia also misses seeing her bare, having her in her arms that way without a second thought. something about entrusting a lover with them in their most vulnerable states, thatâs also endearing. like trusting their partner to keep their naked bodies close and protect them all the same. delicate, but lovely. whenever the wolf relaxes, the stiffness of muscle and tension eases. though it didnât stop her from holding a hand out to her lover, as if in invitation.
sheâs waiting, for however long they may behave.)
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Date: 2025-04-23 10:14 pm (UTC)Mai still isn't sure what her devoted beast gets out of keeping her, what would really ignite Cellinia's soul at the end of all of this. She'll find out, though, surelyâ this wolf won't remain an enigma to her for long. Just because Mai has rolled over prettily for her once doesn't mean that she still doesn't feel compelled by a keen curiosity. That part of her is as certain as the sun, whereas the moon can think herself as clever as she pleases whenever she decides to hide her light.
Her eyes do brighten at Cellinia's wisp of a smile, and Mai swells with a triumph that makes itself plain as day upon her features. It's a sight enchanting enough to rival those eyes she so covets upon her, yet one that only adds to the overall allure of her as she slips into the water. Mai beholds every second with obvious delight, watching as Cellinia eases herself against the bathtub, leaning back and looking every bit the menacing work of art that she is. Drops of water spill over the dark ink covering her arms, and collect charmingly over the bruises littering her chest. Certainly a sight to admire, without any shame to muddle it.
At that hand held out so invitingly towards her, Mai can't resist the pride she feels at being watched, this time. Confidence cloaks her just as well as this blanket wrapped around herâ she knows that she's beautiful and she knows that Cellinia desires her. And she knows that it's a bit heartless to keep her handsome admirer waiting, as she slowly lets the fabric slip from her arms and pool at her feet. She wears her own collection of comely marks, and Cellinia deserves to appreciate them before Mai closes the space between their bodies. Her fingers brush against the palm held out to her before she grabs on more firmly and steps into the water now, herself. Never looking away, Mai sinks beneath the water with a soft sigh, and moves closer into Cellinia's corner of the tub.]
âŠgood, I was worried there wouldn't be enough room for me.
[A lieâ it's obvious that the tub is spacious enough, especially for an apartment. There's not a lick of worry on her face, but rather, a contented smirk as she makes herself more comfortable between Cellinia's legs.]
Ah, it feels nice⊠I could fall asleep like this, if I'm not careful.
[Another little lie, betrayed by the mirth in her voice, and the look she gives Cellinia from beneath her lashes. Oh, it should be fun to see how long they can manage to behave. Mai's own faith in the two of them is⊠middling, at best.]
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Date: 2025-04-23 11:07 pm (UTC)her soul ignites in her embrace, her lips thirst for more of her kiss. maybe she might uncover more of this enigma presented before her, how the wolf may never stop being one in some ways. because sheâs learned, she has to keep some parts of herself safe. away from the prying eyes of others for survival, allowing herself to let out everything is a weakness. those who are weak die fast, but not as fast as the lone wolves who abandoned their blood, their kin. mai may be the sun, cellinia could only be the moon to her while she watches her closely.
her marks, the bruises and love bites cover her skin beautifully. the imprints of scratches along her back mixed into where her lips marked more of the canvas she adores most only other parts of her body that mai has touched with her brush. a brush which cellinia shows off without shame, without a second thought in it. they were past the need for shame now, werenât they? and itâs nothing unusual for a beast to not carry shame. itâs only fitting of a wild animal to do such a thing. mark her territory and allow her lover to do the same if she found herself wanting to try and keep something as handsome, as dangerous as she is. her menacing and handsome work of art, her knight in all her darkly given promises. vows which left her with such ease, how they came out like poetry in the violence she would grant her the honor of saying the word for.
she watches mai, those searing amber eyes following closely. the sight of her easing that blanket and the fabric of it down slowly in her steps. she canât help how she watches her. cellinia wouldnât rip her eyes away for any reason, not in how she watches her beautiful goddess slip out of it. the marks which she left for her in worship unveiled, the way it hugged her curves before it dropped to the floor properly and their hands soon are held together. her thumb brushes along the back of maiâs tenderly, the rub of it into the skin slow while her lover takes this invitation presented before her. at first, cellinia expected her to find her own space knowing the tub has plenty of that offered to them both.
what happens instead, she didnât mind that either. mai settling against her, in her lap and closing any space between them as warm droplets of water trail down along their skin. she knows thatâs a lie, but she doesnât call her out on it. she only could take it as something to grow used to, something that she doesnât argue or mind knowing that they both struggled to allow themselves to separate for long. mai fits perfectly in her lap, against her body when cellinia instinctively rests her chin against her beautiful admirerâs own shoulder.
as if in response to the way she stares at her, beneath her lashes and lying again about the possibility of falling asleep like this. they both know she wouldnât, celliniaâs hands find a home against her hips again. the roughness of them even in warm water noticeable against the soft skin, the way her fingertips stroke idle circles into them with an amused hum.)
That relaxed, are you?
(she breathes it out lowly, ah, they may not behave for long. cellinia even has little faith that they could, but thatâs fine in itself. they neednât always behave. not all the time if they desired to cause mischief instead.)
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Date: 2025-04-24 07:30 pm (UTC)'I'll make you mine forever.'
How could Mai not feel like the cat who got the cream? And she is every bit that haughty cat, sweetening only for the hand that feeds her, but happy to give a few bites, all the same. She does leave behind the prettiest marks, after all.]
Oh, yeah, I'm plenty relaxed.
[Her voice purrs, following a blissful sigh as she settles further against Cellinia's chest. Once more, they fit together as easily as if they were meant for this, the many different ways they might wish to hold each other close. It's as if the heat has softened their sharp edges even further, making them pliant and obliging to this rare tenderness. Of course, Cellinia envelops her far better than the warm water does, with her hands comfortably upon her hips, and her chin nestled upon her shoulder. The same safe feeling that wrapped her up so snugly in the night tingles familiarly wherever their skin connects, and Mai melts a bit further against her lover's embrace. One of her own hands traces along Cellinia's leg, before finding a few of the love bites she'd left and stroking over them mindlessly. Mm, she probably could have left a few more, right�]
This definitely helps after sleeping on a couch. [She can't help it, she really can'tâ ] But you weren't half-bad, at least.
[Best sleep she's had in a long time, a sentiment that they obviously both share, given how unwilling they were to rise for the day. Cellinia truly made the most wonderful pillow, amongst all of the other things she did to leave Mai nice and sleepy. Even now, she has no complaints at how peaceful it is to settle against her body, taking up space unapologetically in this continuation of their cuddling on that couch she had just bemoaned playfully. And when she tips her head just enough to get a better look at her lover's charming face, she can't resist the urge to keep teasing her a little. Despite being in such a precarious position, right in the middle of a wolf's grasp, Mai just can't bring herself to play the perfect little captive.]
Next time, though, I deserve to sleep in a proper bed. That's not too much to ask, right?
[As if to bolster her sweet-talking request, Mai reaches up to stroke slowly at Cellinia's sharp ears. She rubs and teases the silky fur with her fingertips, before letting her hand drag down somewhat to card through the damp, dark strands of hair. Mai knows it, of course she does, that her ask is only as possible as her willingness to be a good girl and not get carried away like last time. But it's already been established, right? Being good is overrated and hardly as funâ besides, she's almost certain that she'll continue to enjoy frustrating Cellinia, probably as much as Cellinia herself enjoys humoring her mischievous ways.]
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Date: 2025-04-24 08:35 pm (UTC)âI want to make you mine.â
she meant those words, she wants to cover her in everything. her scent, her teeth which could just as easily rip someone to shreds yet doesnât. she only bites down for the marks she left, the marks which decorate her loverâs beautiful skin and body. she doesnât mind even carrying maiâs marks, those pretty marks along her neck. those thighs of hers, and her back. no, there wasnât a need to hate it. not even to dislike it. what she does is, she takes this greed and embraces it with her own. how cute, her precious and sweet little wolf responds with similar greediness when it comes to such things about them.
cellinia hums lowly again at that purr, the feeling of maiâs fingers brushing along love bites that she left her. if she did want to leave more of them, who was she to disagree? she almost certainly wouldnât, not while they relax in this warm bath. a warmer embrace that seems to keep them together, melting away the stress and worries they would have typically dealt with. that mattered little, not in how skin to skin they seem to melt away into being something softer than they could have ever been. safety. protection, like those arms would never let go of her if she could help it. perhaps later she can leave a few more of her own marks, would she like that more to have them? or more of her kiss along her skin to light her on fire underneath her skin too, right?)
It was hard to get up....
(few words said, but they were words she meant. it was hard to get up. not in a bad way about being stiff, but in the sense of them not desiring to end their comfortable embrace. like this, when mai tips her head, their eyes lock again as best they may from this position. she doesnât mind that her lover refuses to be a perfect little captive in her den. thatâs what makes it all the more interesting. their bodies are like puzzle pieces for one another, ones which could only melt them further. their edges would never fade, not even the thorns, or how they could stab into anything unwittingly getting too close for comfort. but, that also meant little to them who were unfazed by the sting. instead they embrace it, they let themselves go in tenderness that would never be shared with another lover.
it truly is precarious, no? mai is trapped in her warm embrace, anything could happen that was less than innocent and chaste. though she says nothing for now, nothing more than nuzzling into her shoulder at her fingers teasing those fluffy ears of hers. their sharpness as usual standing out when they twitch in response, the wet fur easy to brush through before maiâs hand makes its way through celliniaâs hair instead. those cute ears almost seemed disappointed she stopped for now. she can behave, she thinks. for how long is not as easy to tell seeing as how mai could frustrate her as she pleases and watch this handsome wolf unravel for her again in the warm water. it all depends on their willingness to behave.)
Itâs not too much to ask for....I did get the sheets swapped out for if we needed a bit more rest.
(would that stay a simple time of rest, truly? the two of them could easily turn that from what would be a small rest into more than that. especially since cellinia almost wonders if she ought to start expecting to sleep nude in how comfortable they both seem to be at the idea of that. sleeping bare and vulnerable, holding one another in such an embrace. how shameless, some might say.)
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Date: 2025-04-25 11:48 am (UTC)Or would the ghosts of those kisses and bites haunt their flesh long after the bruises disappeared beneath the surface? Is that what Cellinia intended with her declaration? That her teeth sink more profoundly than merely skin-deepâ no, she must've gone farther below, leaving behind a more permanent promise where no eyes might ever see. Certainly, this promise is one that draws blood, staining Mai all the more beautifully for her. And it won't show, it isn't something obvious enough for anyone but them to be aware of, but it shall be a stain that blooms like the most dangerous flower in their distorted garden. A mark that finds its only match in one another's souls, whenever the fog of misery lifts enough from their eyes for them to witness the miracle of it for themselves.
For now, though, the haze is still thickâ the images of love, that lamentable and unnecessary feeling, cannot yet be discerned. Nevertheless, it flickers faintly in this haze, unhurried for these lovers to become wise to its swaying presence. They can certainly think themselves only engaging in this little dance for some physical satisfaction. Neither will know of the true consequences of of their union until it's far too late, and delightfully so.]
Funny, that you think we'd be getting any rest over there.
[She raises her eyebrows knowingly at Cellinia's harmless suggestion. There's absolutely nothing innocent that can happen involving the two of them and a bed, considering how they made a right mess of it last night. Does Cellinia already desire to have Mai again, feel her melting beneath her touch and pleading for all of the terrible things that she really shouldn't be? Will they really be able to rest once they've returned to the altar where they've made their sinful vows? No, that passion is already too addictive, and they already know well enough that when it comes to behaving, they're well-matched in their impatience.]
I meant, next timeâ next time I come to get some sleep.
[Because whenever it does happen next, there will be another evening spent in full together. Mai has tasted a good night's rest, a slumber without the plague of horrid dreams and thoughts fraught with a loathing directed at herself. Shameless or not, she experienced a warmth wholly unfamiliar to her, in the way that their flesh kissed one another unimpeded throughout the night. It felt peaceful, natural in its rarity, to lay bare beside one who so easily vowed to cut down anyone who might try to do them harm. No need to wear any cloak of false modesty when they've opened up the more raw parts of themselves, if even for the briefest of moments. Whether they liked it or not, there was no going back to whatever shells of themselves that they had been before.]
Don't try to trap me in your bed, Celliniaâ I don't know if I'd ever make it out in one piece.
[Her sharp laugh echos off the tiled walls, and she tries her best to give Cellinia a kissâ making it as far as cheek from the position their in, and the way her lover is nuzzled into her shoulder. When she considered the idea of being trapped, Mai recalls how well-suited Cellinia was to being bound. Yes, she made the most eye-catching captive, didn't she? Behaving magnificently until Mai beckoned her down the path of retribution under the guise of pleasure. Forget about Mai leaving in one pieceâ whomever finds themselves at the mercy of her moodiness might find themselves wishing that she would be confined in the wolf's sacred altar of wicked love.]
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Date: 2025-04-25 11:11 pm (UTC)souvenirs that may never fade away, even, in how their minds would often go back to it. wondering about them. the unending urge to own and be owned in the way theyâve begun to anchor one another. reality could call for them, but that doesnât mean they would lose this. cellinia herself meant more than surface level marks in her wish to haunt and be haunted. permanent promises, their vows while she offers blood in exchange for freedom as one girl deserves herself. truth is something they ignore, because that meant coming to terms sooner with how comfortable they are in each otherâs arms. those consequences could only be part of what leaves its everlasting mark. cellinia is comfortable, her hands idle in how they rub into the skin of her loverâs hips. sheâs not in any rush to move them further. touch alone does plenty for her, but it wasnât something that could satisfy this greed alone. cravings which felt constant to push further.
her darkly given vows and promises would only continue, because who was she to judge the way her lover holds her monsters as something she wants to be removed from her life? from the perpetual nightmare theyâve given her that was so helpfully kept at bay by her wolfâs own warm embrace? but she did know, neither of them would be sleeping. not a single bit or not for long if they found themselves alone in bed together again. it wouldnât be them resting, theyâd be unable to resist the allure of that siren song which calls to them. that song that demands they donât stop feeling this unending hunger, that it doesnât die down while their bodies meet again and again beneath the moon.
on that wicked altar the wolf offers made of bloodstained promises and tender love given from her teeth and claws. her tongue which could lavish her in its own worship from the way cellinia speaks to mai like sheâs every bit what she could have ever desired in this fucked up and miserable excuse of a world. the sinful vows could only keep growing, whispered lowly along her lips and neck when offered it. why wouldnât she oblige to this, after all? the wolf could only be excited by it. that her lover could ever want something so violent and ugly in her presence, so willing to worship her without a second thought in love they do not admit to feeling for many reasons.)
Fair, I think my point last time still stands.
(she said it best last night, didnât she? murmuring how she wouldnât let her sleep while restrained so beautifully for mai. maybe she did desire it, to hear the things mai wants from her. how the idea makes her melt more in the hands of a beast that is too ready to give her such cruel promises for those that she deems the ones she desired to be punished. neither of them would behave long in the grace of this sinful delight and addiction of theirs to touch, passion, and intense cravings. cellinia knows she wouldnât be able to stop herself from wanting to touch her more, from wanting to hear that sound of her lovely voice hitting those notes for her as far better music than what plays on her stereo.
itâs a song in itself to hear, one that cellinia memorizes down to the last note. that restful slumber they had for the first time in ages is only something mutually shared, shameless. theyâre so very shameless, how they long for nights now with their flesh kissing the others. where theyâd hold open their bodies and battered hearts for someone that knows this suffering of theirs too well. vulnerability, the raw feeling of it from someone passing through the cracks while equally injured, itâs another addiction. they could never go back to those days. not any time. she didnât want to, that was clear from what the felt subconsciously.)
Hmm? Youâre fine in my arms, arenât you? I could be gentle for you, how Iâd treat you and touch you.
(she followed down that path given with ease, cellinia who is comfortable and holding her like something to covet. she behaved, behaved under her loverâs touch and murmurs. cellinia can be perfect on a leash and collar when it suits her on that altar they made their vows and promises. the wolf seems to have caught what her lover wants after her lips brush against her cheek when her head tilts just right to catch her lips. the kiss they wanted, likely both craved, given with a soft sigh into maiâs lips.)
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Date: 2025-04-26 09:15 pm (UTC)The only things that are real, the only things that are true, are the touches they give one another beneath the warm water. Promised words can be sweet blessings, just as easily as they can become bitter curses, yet these vows can only be certain once they're fulfilled. The disappointment of broken promises isn't unfamiliar to Mai, leaving her to force herself to only believe in whatever misery is in front of her. Yet despite this bleak determination, a part of her heart sneaks around her own blind spots, clinging to these promises of freedom beckoning her to take a taste. More than that, the parts ingrained into her soulâ the part of her that can create something out of nothingâ make her believe that she can craft a reality out of the ghosts they will become. That a worthwhile life can be born from this curse of death, and that these temporary touches can one day become a lasting embrace.
Cellinia has found what she has yearned for in this unlikely lover, and she, too, is what Mai would have desired in her lonely wishes to escape, to be protected and cherishedâ loved, even, if she could be so greedy and shameless for such a gift. Perhaps, before now, her wishes were merely aimed in the wrong direction, focused towards a target that was ever-moving. An impenetrable target, made so by the world that they shared, though a world that had shaped Mai differently due to her own weakness. Yet, her long-held wished for this devotion and dedication somehow found their way to the right person, one who was shaped similarly by a treacherous past. She was far from a white knight, but Cellinia could be a champion nonetheless, vanquishing the monsters and restoring a sad girl's feelings of worth. Violence and ugliness, the world was so full of of those thingsâ hiding within curses, family strife and broken promisesâ that Cellinia and her blood-drenched vows are the most beautiful offerings that Mai could ever hope to have in her hands.]
Right, I bet.
[She remembers, of course, that heated threat to keep Mai just out of the arms of sleep, so long as their bodies find themselves entangled in bed again. Mai scoffs humorously at the brief recollection, Cellinia's reminder that she is every bit a wolf in her appetite, as well. That's fineâ not sleeping is favorable to whatever nightmares that would certainly break through, finding a sure way to shatter their reverie. Mai would rather Cellinia drain every last bit of resistance from her bones, not leaving a shred of energy left for any terrible dreams to latch onto and take root. Sure, they can sleep eventually, when it's all they have the strength left to do after their passionate efforts. A dual payout, reallyâ indulging in that sweet ecstasy that Mai has never felt at another's hands before, and basking in the reprieve from the terrors that feed upon a vulnerable mind.
If she could will it, she would hope to dream of only Cellinia, even if her wolf was but a breath away, slumbering sweetly in her arms. But, of course, nothing is better than being able to have her in the waking moments. She'd feast upon her until her mind is full of nothing else but her lover, pushing out the monsters in favor of all of the ways that making love to her would haunt Mai splendidlyâ every kiss and touch, every shudder, those eyes that behold her, and that soothing voice that dedicates every cry and sigh and promise to Mai, and Mai alone.
Even now, she is afflicted by the same cravings that seize her lover. The soft sigh that Cellinia gifts to her in relief at resuming their kisses is responded to with a pleased hum. Addiction is rearing its head again, making her heart quicken with excitement that she gets to be as greedy as she wants, without anyone to stop her. She is most certainly fine in Cellinia's arms, if only because Cellinia won't deny her for a moment.]
Could you, now? That's a scary offer.
[She teases softly, smirking in their kisses while her fingers move to stroke at the back of her lover's head. Gentleness is rather frightening for someone who's only known cold severity. But, she won't refuse itâ she wants it, just like she wants everything she can take from this curiously generous wolf.]
Are you sure it wouldn't be more fun for you to just pick my bones clean, right now?
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Date: 2025-04-27 05:33 am (UTC)what they do not know is this only becomes realer with each tick of the clock, every passing second causes them to fall deeper past the line theyâve crossed so readily. disappointment is something venomous in itself, the way that it can wrap around already tired hearts and wear them down further. hearts are interesting, but the way they could make someone feel alive again is another thing in itself. she would allow herself to be damned, damned against everything that clings to them. heaven is what they make it, this freedom she would grant her lover is something they could carefully craft themselves. they needed nobody but their own two hands which were worn and torn apart by everything. these ghosts could only become part of their souls, because as useless as their unsightly hearts are, that meant little to what they found themselves in one another. sheâs what she wished for most, a goddess that knows her pain without them saying it. that something is deeply understood without them knowing.
she gives her something that mai wanted, that love and protection that they hadnât realized. her arms fit around her like a shield, cherished, even in all the greed she has. this is a heart that so rarely is given, granted freely to those that who may get close enough. a heart that has been battered, destroyed, and treated to all the illness within this world. dragged down and threatened to stay in the dark while they could only breathe. they can only pray, hope, that they might find anew kindness that had been ripped away from them. love that they lost, affection that had been cut apart by everything. stomped out embers of being cherished, of what remains of what had been parts of themselves that once lived. once breathed, but she feels alive. the wolf feels it, she even sees it in the way maiâs eyes may light up at the little things done thus far. how she seems so lively, so beautiful when she gets that smug look on her face. how she feels self-assured or tries to be regardless of her lowly views that cellinia did not know about.
now that is true beauty, even as she listens to her and remembers that heated promise. yes, she would have done her job well. sheâd have worn her out thoroughly, into tender dreams where this beast and her hunger chase away nightmares. all the nameless monsters that lie in wait would be no match for her, her bloodstained champion. a black knight instead of a white knight who had been shaped by this wretched world into the beast that she is. still a beast, a wolf and wild. free while promising the same to any woman insane enough to risk themselves to get that far. the right person who would return to her, covered in their blood or allow her that privilege to watch while wiping away their filth from her body. to give into passion there whether she had been injured or not amidst the chaos she gave them for their much larger sins of mistreating this girl. this goddess, princess, and her little red riding hood she has in those ink covered arms.)
One that I mean.
(she murmurs into the kiss, maybe sheâd even push away those nightmares with this alone. gentleness, the haunting of her lips and touch. in both ways sheâd do that. sheâd keep her awake until mai felt ready to give in to slumber, a restful sleep that could only be granted by celliniaâs own rough and worn hands. how theyâd take so very good care of her while she carries on those notes she adores hearing, her voice is another thing cellinia loves to hear. the soft sighs, the hums, and how sheâd moan so prettily when being claimed by this wolf. this beast of hers that would hardly ever find herself satisfied with only that alone.
haunting her is only part of it, the rest? the rest is claiming her properly as hers, whenever that day may come. sheâll mark her nice and proper. with teeth tenderly sinking into her neck and not moving to clamp down further. enough to give her the love only a beast could have. how it might feel to know that she could end her, but doesnât from this love that they know not they felt together since the moment they first kissed. itâs only fitting, fitting that she does that while treating her to what it means to belong to a wolf. to a wild wolf.)
It wouldnât be as worth it if I did that, picking you clean.
(careful, little wolf, you might make her fall for you more with that. or is that the intention without you both realizing? to say that, that you wouldnât want to pick her bones clean and leave. that she would hold her in her arms, treat her so tender and gently that she would never want to leave her den? her bed, even?)
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Date: 2025-04-28 11:58 am (UTC)Because it is already so very precious, this commencement of affections that are simply the answers to brokenhearted prayers. If only to assuage their brittle pride, they can pretend that they haven't been yearning for such a connection as much as they'd like to, until the truth of it refuses to be suffocated any longer. It's far too easy to lie beneath the harsh light of the day, after all, and tuck these feelings into the long shadows cast by the sun. But the merciless night strips them of this makeshift defenseâ when everything is bathed in shadow, where else can they hide from the emotions they had hoped to bury and flee from? And now, after the watchful moon has retreated after baring their darkness to one another, can these lovers truly continue to pretend that they can walk away unblemished by the other's thorns?
Ah, but how they shall long for more nights together, after coming to the silent conclusion that one was not nearly enoughâ and yet, how oblivious they are that is the night itself that has ruined them so magnificently. For the kisses they share now are far different than the ones hungrily indulged in yesterday afternoon. The tender words exchanged here carry a different weight than the easy flirtations traded as they satiated their frustrations discreetly in Cellinia's car. And when her wolf wraps her arms around her now, Mai can only feel the profound safety imbued in her throughout their night-long embrace.]
Hmm. It almost sounds to me like you're trying to play the long game, then.
[Doesn't it? Wanting to keep her forever, and treating her gently as she does, rather than sending her back in pieces as soon as she's had her fill. How endearingâ and perhaps Mai does fall just the tiniest bit more, whether or not she's aware of it. There's an unmistakable warmth in her eyes that alights in response to this reassurance, and when she brings their lips closer for another kiss, it is one that lingers more noticeably than those that came before. She can't deny it, that she definitely would have faulted Cellinia terribly if she had decided made a quick meal of Mai, instead. Time and time again, she's had to endure this very decision made for her, but now it slowly dawns on Mai, creeping into the openings of her heart split apart by the beautifully scheming nightâ that she tires of it. She tires of being left behind, of never being enough, of being forced to swallow fear when all she wants is to feel safe. And she tires of always being hurt, while never being loved.
There isn't a doubt in her mind that Cellinia means every word she says. And even if Mai can't bring herself to say it aloud, she believes her. Instinctively, she brings the hand that was upon her lover's leg to her own hip, where she caresses Cellinia's hand, there. That secure feeling burgeons beneath her skin, warming her far better than the heat of the water that envelops them both.]
You're a lot more patient than I would have guessed.
[It goes without saying that Cellinia is patient where Mai is sorely lackingâ though when it comes to that decision that the wolf had placed in her hands, that major decision, it's not a matter of patience on Mai's part. Rather, it's the fear that she still finds herself choking on. Yet if she can burrow in the safety that Cellinia promises, then that fear might someday loosen it's deadly hold on her. This wolf's patience shall be put to the test, but the reward promises to be oh so satisfying.]
I'm still deciding if I like it. But, I guess you're welcome to go on and savor me to your heart's content, until I figure it out.
[One more white lie to be filed awayâ of course she likes it. Mai claims another kiss, a savoring of her own because why let Cellinia have all the fun? Though, Mai craves something deeper, a more intimate connection. This position, though comfortable and sweet, hinders her desire, and so she draws herself forward so that she may shift and face Cellinia properly. Oh, but not even this is enough for herâ she braces her hands on the edge of the tub behind her lover's back while moving to place her knees on either side of Cellinia's hips, straddling her lap. Much better. Now she may kiss her unimpeded, and Mai still wants to lather those cute ears of hers. She can do all of it easily enough, in this position. Yes, they're still behaving⊠]
I'm sure you'll be good and wait for me, though.
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Date: 2025-04-29 03:35 am (UTC)those brokenhearted prayers, hope, and desires were futile. pride was something fickle, something that others abused to stomp upon those that were weaker. but itâs suffocating. how could one woman ignore it? much less two, both of them do themselves no favors in their ignorance and damning. they hide their hearts, what remains of them, and long to fill whole underneath it all. yet finding that someone has a steep price, a price perhaps too heavy for their already tired souls. longing destroys, so does letting in someone that would abuse that in a desire to feel love. that love which they so grant one another without realizing, the tender poison while those poisonous flowers in their garden they share lie in wait to one day bloom beautifully into something wicked. something that would never allow in another soul that might try to break it apart. nobody else could enter their world, their world of blood and rain. their world of thorns pricking into their skin as they fall apart to what had been missing, they need not admit that.
because itâs clear as day, they want more than a single night. that night which ruined them without thinking about it could only wait in the background, how it flexes itâs grasp on their minds to sink into them. their kisses, their flirtations, are different from what had been part of an idea that itâs only purely physical. physical love is easier, easier to those who might detach only for it to crush the ones that thirst for more. that are too tired of being used by those around them. itâd suffocate them more to deny that they crave beyond it, but weaknesses would often be used against them in many ways. in celliniaâs old world, itâd even kill those foolish enough to allow themselves to be weak. to open their hearts knowing that the cost is past something that can be paid with money. that could only be paid in blood when love comes into the picture.
she would know it, she denied love to one poor soul who felt it towards her often. for her, it was nothing. a chase of something physical, less than satisfactory. but that was a pair of young girls fooling around, or what could be thought of as along those lines as one woman sought to claim her as her own. it failed, if only because cellinia does not allow herself to be tied down by anyone. she is still wild, still free, but she knows what she thinks she wants. what this wolf wants is seeping into reality from this dreamlike world theyâre within together. she could see that light in maiâs eyes, how it reacts to learning she wonât pick her bones clean and leave. did she get hurt by people who did that often, is something the wolf thinks about for the moment. how much of it was pain caused by others who came into her bed? they must have never treated her with tender love, only a desire to get theirs and leave while offering promises that were never going to be fulfilled by the women that wanted her for the night.
how tired this girl must be to seek out warm affections from a beast who could have just as easily snapped her jaws on her for trying. she does not lash out, she only holds her. a pair of hands comfortably around her waist while offering more warmth than they had ever gave her. the wolf is something sweet in how some might think her words are lies, that she must be searching for a meal. reality as is typical, is not something theyâd consider. she doesnât look at her as a meal between each lingering kiss, the words were something she means in those whispers and vows. the darkly given promises of blood waiting to be spilled if mai gives her wolf and wicked knight the word. itâs instinct that causes her hand to pause its movements to relax in her loverâs hold. the brush of her soft fingers against rough skin, itâs soothing in itself.
warm, protective in how cellinia holds her. reassuring that theyâd both grant this safety to each other that has long since avoided them. patience is something she knows too well, cellinia is patient despite the way she can be hungry for mai to the point of surpassing it. sheâs one of the more calmer predators that someone could ever dream about. willing to wait, willing to allow her to feel more than that fear which grips her by the throat and chokes her. this wolf is offering her goddess quite the rewards if she did decide one day soon to answer that desire for bloody vengeance that has been long overdue for her kin.)
I can be patient, more than I can come off as.
(but thatâs only part of the fun, the wait. the long hunt, she would chase this girl and give her everything that those fools never had. sheâd shower her in affections that only the broken could give, while making more tender love to her the more these nights carry on between them. not just the urge for sex, for something physical, but seeking past that in how their warmth can only be shared between their weary souls. their bitter and jaded hearts which would have wept and called this a mockery of the pain theyâve suffered. she can tell her remark is another lie, another attempt at hiding it. how much she likes it, how much this girl craves it while sitting in her lap and indulging in kisses which theyâd get carried away eventually in sharing. all despite the word given that theyâd both behave long enough to bathe.
the wolf is dragged from her idle thoughts when mai shifts, her hands temporarily parting from her loverâs body while she watches her move to face the wolf proper. amber eyes land again on hazel, the two of them face to face while her little red riding hood straddles her. itâs instinct that causes cellinia to wrap her arms back around her, to rest one along her back while the other returns to itâs spot against her hip. between the kiss her lover takes, and how she savors it. cellinia reminds herself again, she must behave, but it feels impossible from the line before their eyes. how misbehaving is a temptation that is dangling without issue, waiting for them to step over it and fall again.)
Iâd always wait. Thatâs not even something I could deny.
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