[The unexpected lift gives her pause. Without footing, without being able to balance on her own, she cannot properly feel in control. Truly, she should have took out those long legs and floored him before it got to this point. As it is she instead decides to strengthen her hold on him. While her shorts, and the tights under them, conceal the strong muscles she uses in her legs when she wraps the around his waist. She refuses to rely on, to trust him while she's lifted up like this. So he'll feel the squeeze of her plush thighs on either side of him — like a cat digging in its claws because it doesn't like being scooped up.]
Ha, [she breaks the kiss to look at him more properly now that they have a better level to seeing eye-to-eye.]
You think you're cute, don't you? Well, I'm not intimidated by your luscious lashes or your plump lips.
[Tough to say if that's a lie, because she goes right back to attempting to devour him. The hand not in his hair reaches behind him to tuck her fingers in and draw her well manicured nails across his back through his clothes. She'll mark him, if she has to. Leave red welts, flush that sickly grey with shades of red and pink. Bruise him in yellow and purples if she can.
Rin parts her own lips so that her teeth may 'playfully' catch and tug his lower lip. She's careless in the way that she kisses him — though it's unclear whether to attribute that to recklessness, or forgetfulness about his teeth. Either way, it feels right to take him. To know and to taste him. Is it the Oracle? The alleviation of Discord from their cross-faction, but complimentary Aspect union? She wants more of it. This may not be a room focused on hunger, but desire sparks nonetheless.]
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Ha, [she breaks the kiss to look at him more properly now that they have a better level to seeing eye-to-eye.]
You think you're cute, don't you? Well, I'm not intimidated by your luscious lashes or your plump lips.
[Tough to say if that's a lie, because she goes right back to attempting to devour him. The hand not in his hair reaches behind him to tuck her fingers in and draw her well manicured nails across his back through his clothes. She'll mark him, if she has to. Leave red welts, flush that sickly grey with shades of red and pink. Bruise him in yellow and purples if she can.
Rin parts her own lips so that her teeth may 'playfully' catch and tug his lower lip. She's careless in the way that she kisses him — though it's unclear whether to attribute that to recklessness, or forgetfulness about his teeth. Either way, it feels right to take him. To know and to taste him. Is it the Oracle? The alleviation of Discord from their cross-faction, but complimentary Aspect union? She wants more of it. This may not be a room focused on hunger, but desire sparks nonetheless.]