[Kainé pulls her leg up so she can rest on her knee while they're sitting. She drinks a little more, though the almost scalding coffee from the machine already seems to be going a little cold, for some reason.]
That go for you, too?
[Does she "have" her? Do they both "have" each other, even though it's endangered? So much of Kainé's fight lately has been to enforce that her life is hers to live as she chooses.
Maybe that's why she's slow right now, even with Schneider touching her at every opportunity, running her tongue along the fork, and baring more skin - if Kainé picks up on those things any more than subconsciously, to begin with. It's holding on. It's control.]
Mmm...[Schneider pretends to turn the phrase over in her head. What does she "have" now? The end is approaching again and Schneider doesn't want to open her eyes to find herself with sand slipping through her fingers once more.] I must, since I have good taste. And I've never been afraid of taking advantage of the moment.
[She stretches out, legs bumping Kaine's as she sprawls against the couch. The bed is close by and more tempting. But here, there's some measure of control still]
[Now that they've settled into place, it's easy to casually rest her hand on Schneider's leg - light, comfortable touches that betray how Kainé feels at ease around her when the walls are down. Her palm crests over Schneider's knee, heavy and warm. Skin against skin cuts through the cold, unshakeable sensation of things crumbling and falling away - like ruins of a place that's never been abandoned.
Is that all they have - moments? None of this might matter... maybe it will all go away. Fuck that. She's done with being told what her loss is going to be like.]
This kind of moment... is it the kind you're going to remember? [What would it take to brand it in place, indelible?]
[Schneider smiles, leaning forward again to brush a strand of hair out of Kaine's face. It's a strange little dance, moving closer, then shying away as if fearing the paint that was inevitable. Yet here they were, leaning towards each other once more]
Of course. This is something to remember. You are certainly someone to remember.
[It's going to hurt like a bitch, but Kainé had thought at least that being used to the pain and preparing for it would have lessened it. She's usually good at ignoring pain - at least, she's good at pretending she doesn't feel it - but this is like getting kicked in the same wound over and over.
She tilts into the hand brushing along her cheek. And if her mouth presses against Schneider's wrist with an exhale, not quite a kiss but the ghost of something wanting, then it's just another bid to cling onto something real.]
I thought it'd happen again. You'd be gone. ... Maybe I'd even forget you, too.
[She can't know for certain that whatever inexplicable hollowness in her memories and dreams is the effect of forgetting instead of the phantom of something that was never there to begin with. Comparing the two feels dangerous, adding more weight and meaning to something that's been undefined to keep it safe. Another kick in the bruise.]
... More than that, started thinking it was what you wanted.
[She cups Kaine's cheek a little more, rubbing her thumb over the curve of her cheek bone]
My memories are one of the few things that are my own entirely.
[She wants to bite, she wants to leave a physical mark of her presence. I lived. That's what she wants with a burning ferociousness. Even if it hurts Kaine, and hurts her in turn.]
[She can't cry again. It's been happening much too easily and in front of too many people--these splintering cracks that reveal the softness that had tried to burn off of her like alcohol, scalded by the vengeance, the possession, the loss. This time, luckily, she doesn't.
Kainé wants to say the same for her memories, for her life. Like Schneider, she wants to sink her teeth viciously into those things. Action's always going to be easier. It's not just a memory, but it isn't just "now."
She tugs her closer, hand still on her leg.]
If it pissed you off that much, get back at me for it.
[Schneider's smile grows, edged with danger and warmth all at once. She sinks her fingers into Kaine's hair and pulls her close]
Oh. You don't have to invite me to do that.
[And she sinks her teeth into the delicate curve of Kaine's neck, biting hard enough to leave a deep mark before she begins to soften it with her tongue and lips. She is still raw, her wounds ripped open by the damn gods of this world that saw each person as a play thing in their petty little fight. Drawing Kaine in close, reminding herself of what she wants, what she's not allowed to keep, is a little like pouring salt into the wounds.
[Oh. Kainé hisses, a combined response to the fingers firmly latched in her hair and the teeth latched into her skin. And it's...so much like her, really, that it would be a little scary if she cared to think about it. But she doesn't. But it's the only thing that's ever made a mark for either of them, isn't it? It's been the only way she's known how to feel anything for years.
That's why it's bound to be rough again. It feels good that way, and why shouldn't they both enjoy themselves while getting too close to the fire?]
Do you feel better now? [She bites at the wrist close to her face, sucking a little as her neck is kissed. When she sees Schneider like this, she doesn't really know what to do. It drives her crazy, but it hurts. The energy just wells up and fumes, chasing its own tail.
It's bound to be rough, yeah, but...Kainé draws Schneider's face up to kiss at her mouth, hungry and open.]
No. Not yet. [She makes a breathless little noise for that bite, but then Kaine is drawing her up into a kiss, and how can she ignore that? She kisses Kaine deeply, matching her hunger with her own. She presses Kaine back into the sofa, and if that sends empty dishes clattering to the floor, she ignores it. It's all part of the scenario now; something heated and rushed, barely lingering on something so delicate. She slings a leg over Kaine's hip, climbing into her lap with practised ease]
[Tense for just a second, Kainé quickly adjusts to receive her. Her legs adjust to make an actual lap for Schneider, though her knees stay bent enough to nst her close and make a snugger fit. The hand that had rested on Schneider's leg moves around to hold the small of her back as she deepens the kiss, putting up a cursory fight before letting Schneider do as she will with her mouth. She doesn't really mind it like this, letting her take over... it wouldn't be her first time letting control slip through her hands while chasing after something fleeting.
Blood rushes dizzyingly in Kainé's ears. It doesn't have to be careless and hurried anymore, especially since they're starting things here in a room more comfortable and private than Kainé has ever really been. But if they let it slow, how will they fill those quiet gaps?]
What'll do it? [She's still playing Schneider's scapegoat, the outlet for her frustrations.]
[ Schneider kisses Kaine a little more deeply, as Kaine moves to let them fit better together. She presses opened mouth kisses down Kaine's neck and for a moment, it seems like she's slowing down to something more gentle, before she nips at Kaine's soft skin again]
I don't know if I can ever be satisfied.
[Chase the thrill, the heat. Don't let herself linger for too long or she'll be consumed instead]
[She moans quietly. Even normal little kisses like this can feel like a match striking against her skin. It really is like a fire; it eats them up again and again. She rocks a little, and her hands sink to Schneider's hips, where her dress has probably already started to bunch up. They hold on tightly for purchase, fingers digging into her ass and holding her in place.]
You just want to keep me on the hook forever.
[... Shit. Kainé doesn't really flirt - she isn't good at it - and maybe she can blame that for why she isn't thinking when she brings up something they don't have. But Kainé doesn't backtrack to correct herself. They have the night. They have time. They get to demand that. Especially Schneider, who wasn't supposed to get more time at all.]
[Schneider chuckles, her breath ghosting over Kaine's skin. Kaine is an addiction she can't get enough of]
Oh, so you know.
[She rolls her hips against Kaine's lap, humming with a pleased noise as she nuzzles her way, mouthing along the curve of Kaine's breast. Hopefully, there were less tights and layers to get in her way this time]
That's right. Once I catch something, I don't intend on letting go.
[Fortunately, there are no tights to get in the way this time, and the separates she's wearing will be much easier to peel away from her body as they go. But Schneider's the problem now, isn't she, with those stockings and buckles to worry about?]
"Catch" something? [Kainé chuckles, head tilted back against the couch. Her hands keep Schneider rocking against her; it's not enough to get her too excited yet, but every roll sends molten electricity through her veins.] I'm not your fish. But I'm...
[Hers, at least for right now. And even if it's just for right now, the mark that's left won't go away. She fidgets more the lower Schneider's mouth moves, but not enough to distract from her positive coo in response to the warm heat moving over her breast.]
[Schneider hums with interest, nuzzling down the cloth to mouth at a nipple, while she gropes gently at the other breast]
So this is what you enjoy? What else?
[ Kaine is hers, even if it's just for the moment. And she's always been very good at making sure what is hers feels valued, has every consideration paid to their wants and needs.
Schneider's clothes are Kaine's problem at the moment because she's deftly undoing Kaine's top with no thought of giving Kaine helping hand with her own stockings and buckles]
[They are her problem, but this time she might not be so easily deterred from ripping them off if they become too much of one. The only thing that might preserve her is that Kainé isn't in the frantic rush she was the other night... though the more Schneider pushes, the more determined she becomes to push back in turn. Fingers getting more ineffectually frustrated, she looks for an easy fastener to unbutton or a zipper to tug... any indication of whether she should be working her way up or down.
What else she likes? Her mind is a little hazy, thoughts muted behind the delicate noises she makes while Schneider works at her chest. She's almost dazed when she sits up enough for her cropped sweater to come off, legs dropping enough that Schneider doesn't have to turn herself into a pretzel just to reach her chest while sitting in her lap. Little, soft, unspoken movements in between all the handsiness.]
Your hands are are good. In my hair, but just about anywhere else, I'm not complaining.
[For someone who's surrounded herself with violence and who has no problem being rough in bed, there's something so alluring and soft about Schneider's hands. She wants her fingers in her mouth, wants them inside her - things that feel too secret and too profane to ask for.]
[Schneider appreciates the assistance as she cups Kaine's bare breasts more firmly, appreciating the weight of them in her hand. She is flexible enough to get into practically any position but this lets her admire Kaine's body much better than before]
So here, hm?
[She gives a proprietary squeeze as she presses another kiss against Kaine's breast. She's moving further down now, hands caress her abdomen and over her ass]
Yeah... [She exhales, hot, skin twitching ticklishly where it's touched.] There; just the way you're doing. You know what to do.
[Her back arches; she presses herself up and into the touches, then lifts herself off the couch enough to accommodate the hand that caresses the top of her ass. But when Schneider's mouth pauses on her breast, Kainé stops fussing with the dress she's working to tug down, too. She slides her hand up and around, cups her hand beneath Schneider's neck, and brings her in for another kiss before her lips can follow the path of her hands.
When things are at their full intensity, she feels strong with her, but this... it makes her feel pretty and wanted, like there's something about her body to appreciate that Schneider has somehow discovered and latched onto. For just a moment, she doesn't feel like she needs to defend herself or like there's anything that needs to be defended.]
What do you want? [What can she even give her, in their circumstances?]
[Schneider makes a pleased little noise into the kiss, and nips gently at Kaine's lip as they separate. She chuckles softly, cupping Kaine's breast again before sliding down lower over the planes of her stomach]
Maybe I feel generous. I like to give sometimes too. Will you let me?
[Let her admire and appreciate this beautiful woman, and everything about her. Maybe for once she can take her time and appreciate things for what they are]
[This from Schneider, who spent their first night together insatiably greedy, has her letting out a short, amused breath. Maybe Kainé would like to see that, too. She likes her impatient, likes her hungry, but she can see how this is a different type of appetite. She can feel how savoring it a little longer satiates a different kind of need - in the both of them.]
Sure, go ahead. Even when you're saying you're gonna spoil me, you're demanding. [She leans back a little more casually on the couch, though her eyes drag down Schneider's body in her lap. Even with the dress and hose still in place, there's plenty to look at. Since she got her attention for the kiss already, her hand slips up to tangle in the fine curls behind Schneider's ear. Her hand tightens there, as do the muscles in her stomach as Schneider reaches down lower, soft sounds of pleasure indicating that she is enjoying this. She tenses a little, the thought coming quickly to her.]
... You shouldn't go down on me, though. You don't have to deal with that.
[Schneider pauses, her hands lingering over Kaine's hips]
"Don't have to deal with that"? [A lift of her eyebrow, and a bemused smile. She thinks she's slowly coming to understand the many little ways Kaine felt very vulnerable in her own body] Whatever do you mean?
[She presses a kiss to Kaine's neck again, her hands inching lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her bottoms, but pauses there as if seeking permission to continue]
[You won't, the darkest shadows of her brain insist. It's not like last time. You'll see what I'm really like. How could Schneider not hate what Kainé spent so much of her own life hating?
It's at odds with everything else about how Schneider has treated her the entire time. She's always been more understanding than Kainé deserved, even when they were at odds with each other. She's always made Kainé...want to stay. That she's so worried about this, that she cares what Schneider might think, that she cares about her... it's so dangerous.] God, you're always so fucking smooth about it.
[Kainé's fingers twist that fine auburn hair around themselves, catching a lock or two of Schneider's curls in between her knuckles. She lifts up just enough to let her hands get further, and when she touches Schenider again it's to feel her chest, not lingering on her breast but instead the different placement of her heartbeat. She doesn't know when things slowed down like this, tender instead of fierce. Maybe it's her fault.] Okay... [again.] Show me, then. Please. Whatever you want. I'll tell you if I don't like it.
[There's something grounding about the way Kaine tugs at her hair and she arches into it, Kaine's hand, so steady and warm. This is real, not a figment of her imagination, wondering what it was like to have someone hold on and mean it.
But that's dangerous territory too. So Schneider smiles, presses a kiss to Kaine's lips and then moves back down over her body, sliding off her lap to press hot, teasing kisses down her stomach, tugging her pants off entirely with deft fingers. It's hardly Schneider's first time doing something like this, but it is strange to be doing it so intimately with care and affection when Schneider hardly had any within her to hand out anymore.
But she strokes Kaine's length slowly, then a little more firmly, eyes trained on Kaine's expression to look for any signs of discomfort before she ducks down to take her into her mouth]
[Kainé's hand remains in Schneider's hair as she slides down, her grip flexing and tightening in response to each different touch and kiss. The strokes of her hand elicit a sharp intake of breath, the rise of her hips. This touch is obviously one she more than approves of. It's slower than the way she usually handles herself, less frantic and harsh. Kainé's body might not have been fully ready at the start, but it is now.
When her mouth envelops her, Kainé has to look away. She closes her eyes, and that's almost enough to steady herself and separate her thoughts from her body.]
Ffff-- [She hisses and bites down, her head craning to the side.] Ah...
[It's impossible not to feel a little weird. It's never been like this, so amazingly hot, so deliberate. She hasn't ever wanted it like this. And she knows it has everything to do with the person with her now, who somehow, despite all the building hatred in them both, has made room for a completely different feeling that she doesn't want to name.] How are you like this?
[Skilled, attractive, sure, but even more than that... how can she make her feel like this, all the time?]
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That go for you, too?
[Does she "have" her? Do they both "have" each other, even though it's endangered? So much of Kainé's fight lately has been to enforce that her life is hers to live as she chooses.
Maybe that's why she's slow right now, even with Schneider touching her at every opportunity, running her tongue along the fork, and baring more skin - if Kainé picks up on those things any more than subconsciously, to begin with. It's holding on. It's control.]
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[She stretches out, legs bumping Kaine's as she sprawls against the couch. The bed is close by and more tempting. But here, there's some measure of control still]
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Is that all they have - moments? None of this might matter... maybe it will all go away. Fuck that. She's done with being told what her loss is going to be like.]
This kind of moment... is it the kind you're going to remember? [What would it take to brand it in place, indelible?]
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Of course. This is something to remember. You are certainly someone to remember.
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She tilts into the hand brushing along her cheek. And if her mouth presses against Schneider's wrist with an exhale, not quite a kiss but the ghost of something wanting, then it's just another bid to cling onto something real.]
I thought it'd happen again. You'd be gone. ... Maybe I'd even forget you, too.
[She can't know for certain that whatever inexplicable hollowness in her memories and dreams is the effect of forgetting instead of the phantom of something that was never there to begin with. Comparing the two feels dangerous, adding more weight and meaning to something that's been undefined to keep it safe. Another kick in the bruise.]
... More than that, started thinking it was what you wanted.
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[She cups Kaine's cheek a little more, rubbing her thumb over the curve of her cheek bone]
My memories are one of the few things that are my own entirely.
[She wants to bite, she wants to leave a physical mark of her presence. I lived. That's what she wants with a burning ferociousness. Even if it hurts Kaine, and hurts her in turn.]
Mmm, what shall I do now that you've misread me?
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Kainé wants to say the same for her memories, for her life. Like Schneider, she wants to sink her teeth viciously into those things. Action's always going to be easier. It's not just a memory, but it isn't just "now."
She tugs her closer, hand still on her leg.]
If it pissed you off that much, get back at me for it.
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Oh. You don't have to invite me to do that.
[And she sinks her teeth into the delicate curve of Kaine's neck, biting hard enough to leave a deep mark before she begins to soften it with her tongue and lips. She is still raw, her wounds ripped open by the damn gods of this world that saw each person as a play thing in their petty little fight. Drawing Kaine in close, reminding herself of what she wants, what she's not allowed to keep, is a little like pouring salt into the wounds.
She doesn't care]
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That's why it's bound to be rough again. It feels good that way, and why shouldn't they both enjoy themselves while getting too close to the fire?]
Do you feel better now? [She bites at the wrist close to her face, sucking a little as her neck is kissed. When she sees Schneider like this, she doesn't really know what to do. It drives her crazy, but it hurts. The energy just wells up and fumes, chasing its own tail.
It's bound to be rough, yeah, but...Kainé draws Schneider's face up to kiss at her mouth, hungry and open.]
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Blood rushes dizzyingly in Kainé's ears. It doesn't have to be careless and hurried anymore, especially since they're starting things here in a room more comfortable and private than Kainé has ever really been. But if they let it slow, how will they fill those quiet gaps?]
What'll do it? [She's still playing Schneider's scapegoat, the outlet for her frustrations.]
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[ Schneider kisses Kaine a little more deeply, as Kaine moves to let them fit better together. She presses opened mouth kisses down Kaine's neck and for a moment, it seems like she's slowing down to something more gentle, before she nips at Kaine's soft skin again]
I don't know if I can ever be satisfied.
[Chase the thrill, the heat. Don't let herself linger for too long or she'll be consumed instead]
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You just want to keep me on the hook forever.
[... Shit. Kainé doesn't really flirt - she isn't good at it - and maybe she can blame that for why she isn't thinking when she brings up something they don't have. But Kainé doesn't backtrack to correct herself. They have the night. They have time. They get to demand that. Especially Schneider, who wasn't supposed to get more time at all.]
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Oh, so you know.
[She rolls her hips against Kaine's lap, humming with a pleased noise as she nuzzles her way, mouthing along the curve of Kaine's breast. Hopefully, there were less tights and layers to get in her way this time]
That's right. Once I catch something, I don't intend on letting go.
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"Catch" something? [Kainé chuckles, head tilted back against the couch. Her hands keep Schneider rocking against her; it's not enough to get her too excited yet, but every roll sends molten electricity through her veins.] I'm not your fish. But I'm...
[Hers, at least for right now. And even if it's just for right now, the mark that's left won't go away. She fidgets more the lower Schneider's mouth moves, but not enough to distract from her positive coo in response to the warm heat moving over her breast.]
I like that. Touch me there.
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So this is what you enjoy? What else?
[ Kaine is hers, even if it's just for the moment. And she's always been very good at making sure what is hers feels valued, has every consideration paid to their wants and needs.
Schneider's clothes are Kaine's problem at the moment because she's deftly undoing Kaine's top with no thought of giving Kaine helping hand with her own stockings and buckles]
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What else she likes? Her mind is a little hazy, thoughts muted behind the delicate noises she makes while Schneider works at her chest. She's almost dazed when she sits up enough for her cropped sweater to come off, legs dropping enough that Schneider doesn't have to turn herself into a pretzel just to reach her chest while sitting in her lap. Little, soft, unspoken movements in between all the handsiness.]
Your hands are are good. In my hair, but just about anywhere else, I'm not complaining.
[For someone who's surrounded herself with violence and who has no problem being rough in bed, there's something so alluring and soft about Schneider's hands. She wants her fingers in her mouth, wants them inside her - things that feel too secret and too profane to ask for.]
lsmaosos can't be stopped
So here, hm?
[She gives a proprietary squeeze as she presses another kiss against Kaine's breast. She's moving further down now, hands caress her abdomen and over her ass]
And here?
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[Her back arches; she presses herself up and into the touches, then lifts herself off the couch enough to accommodate the hand that caresses the top of her ass. But when Schneider's mouth pauses on her breast, Kainé stops fussing with the dress she's working to tug down, too. She slides her hand up and around, cups her hand beneath Schneider's neck, and brings her in for another kiss before her lips can follow the path of her hands.
When things are at their full intensity, she feels strong with her, but this... it makes her feel pretty and wanted, like there's something about her body to appreciate that Schneider has somehow discovered and latched onto. For just a moment, she doesn't feel like she needs to defend herself or like there's anything that needs to be defended.]
What do you want? [What can she even give her, in their circumstances?]
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Maybe I feel generous. I like to give sometimes too. Will you let me?
[Let her admire and appreciate this beautiful woman, and everything about her. Maybe for once she can take her time and appreciate things for what they are]
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Sure, go ahead. Even when you're saying you're gonna spoil me, you're demanding. [She leans back a little more casually on the couch, though her eyes drag down Schneider's body in her lap. Even with the dress and hose still in place, there's plenty to look at. Since she got her attention for the kiss already, her hand slips up to tangle in the fine curls behind Schneider's ear. Her hand tightens there, as do the muscles in her stomach as Schneider reaches down lower, soft sounds of pleasure indicating that she is enjoying this. She tenses a little, the thought coming quickly to her.]
... You shouldn't go down on me, though. You don't have to deal with that.
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"Don't have to deal with that"? [A lift of her eyebrow, and a bemused smile. She thinks she's slowly coming to understand the many little ways Kaine felt very vulnerable in her own body] Whatever do you mean?
[She presses a kiss to Kaine's neck again, her hands inching lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her bottoms, but pauses there as if seeking permission to continue]
I think I'll enjoy every bit of this.
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It's at odds with everything else about how Schneider has treated her the entire time. She's always been more understanding than Kainé deserved, even when they were at odds with each other. She's always made Kainé...want to stay. That she's so worried about this, that she cares what Schneider might think, that she cares about her... it's so dangerous.] God, you're always so fucking smooth about it.
[Kainé's fingers twist that fine auburn hair around themselves, catching a lock or two of Schneider's curls in between her knuckles. She lifts up just enough to let her hands get further, and when she touches Schenider again it's to feel her chest, not lingering on her breast but instead the different placement of her heartbeat. She doesn't know when things slowed down like this, tender instead of fierce. Maybe it's her fault.] Okay... [again.] Show me, then. Please. Whatever you want. I'll tell you if I don't like it.
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[There's something grounding about the way Kaine tugs at her hair and she arches into it, Kaine's hand, so steady and warm. This is real, not a figment of her imagination, wondering what it was like to have someone hold on and mean it.
But that's dangerous territory too. So Schneider smiles, presses a kiss to Kaine's lips and then moves back down over her body, sliding off her lap to press hot, teasing kisses down her stomach, tugging her pants off entirely with deft fingers. It's hardly Schneider's first time doing something like this, but it is strange to be doing it so intimately with care and affection when Schneider hardly had any within her to hand out anymore.
But she strokes Kaine's length slowly, then a little more firmly, eyes trained on Kaine's expression to look for any signs of discomfort before she ducks down to take her into her mouth]
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When her mouth envelops her, Kainé has to look away. She closes her eyes, and that's almost enough to steady herself and separate her thoughts from her body.]
Ffff-- [She hisses and bites down, her head craning to the side.] Ah...
[It's impossible not to feel a little weird. It's never been like this, so amazingly hot, so deliberate. She hasn't ever wanted it like this. And she knows it has everything to do with the person with her now, who somehow, despite all the building hatred in them both, has made room for a completely different feeling that she doesn't want to name.] How are you like this?
[Skilled, attractive, sure, but even more than that... how can she make her feel like this, all the time?]
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