[Jinba were a perfect mix of predator and prey instincts, the keen senses and strong legs needed to avoid being taken by surprise combined with the sharp eyes and calculating mind required for the hunt. And Hayame had been trained from birth for that, to hunt...
But never across this field. This field she'd always been kept ignorant of, and though she had finally waded into it... she had yet to feel she had mastered that role in it. Not yet. The body she was so proud of but for its sex became a liability- it was meant to be mounted, and when paired with much smaller humans... so quickly they left the reach of her arms, and then what- What is she supposed to do?
She stares into Akua's golden eyes with one that is stormy grey and one that is hidden in shame, arrested by the prick of teeth on her bottom lip, pliant as the other woman pulls the tie away, as the air stills in her lungs, hearts pounding. The feel of thighs quivering brings her back, though, reminds her... That the lessons she learned that night had not gone to waste. She had... done things, since then. Not... with another woman, no, but-]
I am not hiding...
[She disliked how it sounded, that word, nipping in frustration after the painted lips that had captured hers, her fingers sliding further up those tantalizing dark thighs.]
I am just... I am not like you...
[What is? Things blur in her hunger, between thinking of whether she is hiding her neediness from Akua or hiding her intimacies from the eyes of others. But she can't hide much, when her spine arches wantonly to press her bound breasts into the other woman's hands, shifting enough to try and brush the knot beneath questing fingertips just as her own find... warmth. More warmth and more lace.]
It's for the best...
[Her tongue slides over the shallow indents in her lip and she bites into it herself as she hesitates... and then surges forward despite, four fingers moving up over the thin fabric to rest over Akua's nethers, her thumb left free to press against the lace and slowly, firmly rub up and down the line where she can feel softer lips part.]
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But never across this field. This field she'd always been kept ignorant of, and though she had finally waded into it... she had yet to feel she had mastered that role in it. Not yet. The body she was so proud of but for its sex became a liability- it was meant to be mounted, and when paired with much smaller humans... so quickly they left the reach of her arms, and then what- What is she supposed to do?
She stares into Akua's golden eyes with one that is stormy grey and one that is hidden in shame, arrested by the prick of teeth on her bottom lip, pliant as the other woman pulls the tie away, as the air stills in her lungs, hearts pounding. The feel of thighs quivering brings her back, though, reminds her... That the lessons she learned that night had not gone to waste. She had... done things, since then. Not... with another woman, no, but-]
I am not hiding...
[She disliked how it sounded, that word, nipping in frustration after the painted lips that had captured hers, her fingers sliding further up those tantalizing dark thighs.]
I am just... I am not like you...
[What is? Things blur in her hunger, between thinking of whether she is hiding her neediness from Akua or hiding her intimacies from the eyes of others. But she can't hide much, when her spine arches wantonly to press her bound breasts into the other woman's hands, shifting enough to try and brush the knot beneath questing fingertips just as her own find... warmth. More warmth and more lace.]
It's for the best...
[Her tongue slides over the shallow indents in her lip and she bites into it herself as she hesitates... and then surges forward despite, four fingers moving up over the thin fabric to rest over Akua's nethers, her thumb left free to press against the lace and slowly, firmly rub up and down the line where she can feel softer lips part.]