[Only a short while. Ah... a shiver works its way down Hayame's long spine when Akua's fingers brush a temporary farewell into her thickening winter coat. It's too short. It's so brief, and then the other woman is gone, so... so far away, it seems. Except it isn't, even if her body thinks so, because just a few long steps carries her to the soft place to "rest". But what seems softer to her, now, is...
Hayame's dun legs fold beneath her so that she might lumber down to her belly in front of the other woman, the low seat evening out their heights. Though there is hesitation, because... even with someone she cared for, even with someone she trusted, she remains somewhat reserved (repressed), always slightly afraid of touch because she had always been, always needed to shun it to preserve her reputation and advance herself... her forearms come to rest folded on Akua's thighs. She just has to be... close-]
I cannot relax...
[She seems to try to. Her upper spine curls, she lays her head on the pillow of her arms in Akua's lap, the swell of her breasts pressed against the side of a dark calf. The damn... the long dress is in her way, if Akua was wearing pants there would be... like Set had, she could easily get between-
A low half-whine is nearly swallowed down, but only nearly. Her tail, hitched high like it had been then, like it was every damn month, swishes in frustration over the curve of her muscular rump, her back legs squirming slightly, hooves clacking against each other. If she were back in Alenroux, she could... she could take care of it, with that person, but here...]
Not like this...
[If she closed her eye(s) would she be able to trick the both of them into thinking she is going to take a nap? She tries it... but in the dark Akua's scent is so captivating, so feminine but so sharp. It makes her nuzzle uselessly into her "pillow", her fingers curling and fisting in delicate lace as she murmurs,]
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Hayame's dun legs fold beneath her so that she might lumber down to her belly in front of the other woman, the low seat evening out their heights. Though there is hesitation, because... even with someone she cared for, even with someone she trusted, she remains somewhat reserved (repressed), always slightly afraid of touch because she had always been, always needed to shun it to preserve her reputation and advance herself... her forearms come to rest folded on Akua's thighs. She just has to be... close-]
I cannot relax...
[She seems to try to. Her upper spine curls, she lays her head on the pillow of her arms in Akua's lap, the swell of her breasts pressed against the side of a dark calf. The damn... the long dress is in her way, if Akua was wearing pants there would be... like Set had, she could easily get between-
A low half-whine is nearly swallowed down, but only nearly. Her tail, hitched high like it had been then, like it was every damn month, swishes in frustration over the curve of her muscular rump, her back legs squirming slightly, hooves clacking against each other. If she were back in Alenroux, she could... she could take care of it, with that person, but here...]
Not like this...
[If she closed her eye(s) would she be able to trick the both of them into thinking she is going to take a nap? She tries it... but in the dark Akua's scent is so captivating, so feminine but so sharp. It makes her nuzzle uselessly into her "pillow", her fingers curling and fisting in delicate lace as she murmurs,]
You know that...