[ Akua's laugh is accommodating, warm, and musical. There is no mockery there, but delight. ]
Relaxation does not always mean sleep. [ She said, in lieu of further laughter. Her fingers drew to brush her bangs from her face, a thumb that grazed against her cheek, and she let her fingers stroke a few times, almost as if she were trying to soothe the Jinba.
In a way, of course, she was. Hayame was so much like that first time, the way she was practically squirming and crying with need, there was no mistaking the similarities from this to the woman whom she'd helped soothe that night with Set. She would not be able to fully soothe her needs — well, not without some very clever applications of her magic — but she could remind her of how she could soothe it, and help her alleviate the heat between both of their lower reaches.
She felt it too, after all. She could control herself more, for humans did not have the cycles Jinba had, but that did not mean that she would not fall just as fully into it. It just meant she had the mind for initiative. She leaned down, instead of allowing Hayame to wait for so long, instead of forcing her to suffer the indignity of whining and kicking any longer. She knew if it were her, she would hate to have anyone see her like this. She knew Hayame would hate it worse. ]
Look at me, let me help you.
[ She does not command, but she does not ask. She states it, as she leaned forward, to find Hayame's lips, if she gave her the gift of her gaze. ]
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Relaxation does not always mean sleep. [ She said, in lieu of further laughter. Her fingers drew to brush her bangs from her face, a thumb that grazed against her cheek, and she let her fingers stroke a few times, almost as if she were trying to soothe the Jinba.
In a way, of course, she was. Hayame was so much like that first time, the way she was practically squirming and crying with need, there was no mistaking the similarities from this to the woman whom she'd helped soothe that night with Set. She would not be able to fully soothe her needs — well, not without some very clever applications of her magic — but she could remind her of how she could soothe it, and help her alleviate the heat between both of their lower reaches.
She felt it too, after all. She could control herself more, for humans did not have the cycles Jinba had, but that did not mean that she would not fall just as fully into it. It just meant she had the mind for initiative. She leaned down, instead of allowing Hayame to wait for so long, instead of forcing her to suffer the indignity of whining and kicking any longer. She knew if it were her, she would hate to have anyone see her like this. She knew Hayame would hate it worse. ]
Look at me, let me help you.
[ She does not command, but she does not ask. She states it, as she leaned forward, to find Hayame's lips, if she gave her the gift of her gaze. ]