[An elevator's already standing open when Nemesis and Alizarin hop out of the portal, closing right behind them as they rush inside.
Even before the doors shut, Nemesis presses Aliza back against the elevator wall, leaning in for another kiss. Her hands can't do too much traveling lest Aliza end up on the floor, but hopefully enthusiasm can make up for the rest]
[ The floor? Please, what's she being taken for? Before Nemesis can kiss her Aliza shifts her weight around, making the elevator walls creak as she uses her inhuman strength against it for leverage. One foot makes the floor, the other leg bends up against Nemesis, too eager to see what those hands will do with a bit of privacy. But no kiss, not yet. ]
Better hit the button. [ Her amusement can be dangerous, and sounds it; this elevator isn't going anywhere without a little help, and she's not forgetting the offense of that pinch so easily, just biding her time. And then she allows a kiss, open and demanding, yanking Nem flush against her. They have several floors to pass, she'd just as soon spend the time productively. ]
[Hey, Nem was half-snowman an hour ago, she is doing her best.
And she certainly isn't complaining about the outcome, hand greedy up Aliza's thigh and over the curve of Aliza's rear. It's hard to look away from where she urges them closer, blindly smacking at the elevator buttons and probably ensuring a few unnecessary stops along the way.
Nemesis isn't complaining about having to spend more time like this, either; for as much as she whines at Alizarin making her wait even that little bit, there's no question of how interested she is once Aliza pulls her flush. Nemesis dives into the eventual kiss like a cool drink in the desert--like the contact is the only thing keeping her from just vibrating away. She opens her mouth to draw Aliza's tongue inside, completely willing to yield to Aliza's demands]
[ Well they'll just have to work to thaw her out then, won't they? ]
[ Aliza chuckles into that kiss as the elevator dings at some random floor. She can't tell which one, focused as she is on the tinge of blood on her tongue and Nemesis's overeager mouth and hands. Aliza's hands are busy too, seeing if there's a way to get under Nem's shirt, not much caring for whether someone else tries to join them in the elevator. (She's only wondering about it because it would be amusing as hell, but in reality it's a toss-up whether she'd even notice.) ]
[ In the meantime, she hikes her leg up even further, flexible as she is it's simple enough; much as it's nice having her ass groped, that's not quite where she wants those fingers. ]
[Yes, yes this is a good plan. It is actually quite simple to get into Nem's shirt by unbuttoning it or shoving it out of the way or using any of the bloody cuts already sagging over the front. Nemesis definitely doesn't have mind left for the prospect of visitors, not body to body with a shapely leg in her hands, and hopefully they aren't joined by anyone (prudish, at least).
What Nem does have mind for is to (eventually) take a hint. And as much as it's nice groping Aliza's ass, it's just as nice to follow the line of that leg up as far as she can go. Chilly fingers trail slowly up to the crux of Aliza's thighs, clumsily tracing the shape of her through her panties]
[ Nobody waiting behind door number one, so the elevator closes and resumes its path upwards. ]
[ What's simpler than unbuttoning or shoving? Plucking at one of those blood-rimmed slices and effortlessly tearing that shirt open the rest of the way. Sorry not sorry, she's in a hurry, even if the slow and savoring way her hands move up that newly bared skin doesn't much show it. Aliza's own top is incredibly frustrating, corset laces and buckles and such to be dealt with, which should be fun. ]
[ She sighs against Nem's mouth, chuckling a little as that hand gets more or less where she wants it. The elevator pings again and the doors open -- is this their card? If not, they might be a little less than presentable when they eventually arrive. ]
[They were less than presentable to begin with. Replacing the shreds with holes and hands is doing those ruined clothes a favor. Underneath, Nemesis doesn't seem to be wearing anything but a thin pendant on a silver chain. Her skin pebbles under Aliza's touch, and she arches closer, pushing into Aliza's touch as though she might die without it.
She attempts to give as good as she gets, though the laces and buckles seem to require more attention than quick fumbles in an elevator generally allows. Which doesn't stop her from curling her good fingers more firmly, first down the center line of Aliza's panties, then carefully making their way beneath the fabric.
...There could be a murder happening and it wouldn't distract Nemesis from the soft heat of Aliza's lower lips, sorry,]
[ Who's trying to distract? Not Aliza, though she does abandon her teasing path under Nem's shirt in favor of clutching her close and gasping against her mouth. ]
I like you like this. [ Nothing is quite as hot as impatience. But Aliza glances over at the open elevator doors and makes note of where they are, because actually getting laid in the elevator doesn't seem like the most convenient thing for anyone -- though if Nem keeps moving her fingers like that, Aliza might change her mind before they get where they're going. ] Yours is the -- next floor.
[ She's panting enough to stammer so she moves her mouth to Nem's neck again, so she can tease that sensitive skin with her fangs in between quiet, breathy moans. Moving sounds like actual torture, but they really have to. ]
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441, after yuletide
Even before the doors shut, Nemesis presses Aliza back against the elevator wall, leaning in for another kiss. Her hands can't do too much traveling lest Aliza end up on the floor, but hopefully enthusiasm can make up for the rest]
Re: 441, after yuletide
Better hit the button. [ Her amusement can be dangerous, and sounds it; this elevator isn't going anywhere without a little help, and she's not forgetting the offense of that pinch so easily, just biding her time. And then she allows a kiss, open and demanding, yanking Nem flush against her. They have several floors to pass, she'd just as soon spend the time productively. ]
Re: 441, after yuletide
And she certainly isn't complaining about the outcome, hand greedy up Aliza's thigh and over the curve of Aliza's rear. It's hard to look away from where she urges them closer, blindly smacking at the elevator buttons and probably ensuring a few unnecessary stops along the way.
Nemesis isn't complaining about having to spend more time like this, either; for as much as she whines at Alizarin making her wait even that little bit, there's no question of how interested she is once Aliza pulls her flush. Nemesis dives into the eventual kiss like a cool drink in the desert--like the contact is the only thing keeping her from just vibrating away. She opens her mouth to draw Aliza's tongue inside, completely willing to yield to Aliza's demands]
Re: 441, after yuletide
[ Aliza chuckles into that kiss as the elevator dings at some random floor. She can't tell which one, focused as she is on the tinge of blood on her tongue and Nemesis's overeager mouth and hands. Aliza's hands are busy too, seeing if there's a way to get under Nem's shirt, not much caring for whether someone else tries to join them in the elevator. (She's only wondering about it because it would be amusing as hell, but in reality it's a toss-up whether she'd even notice.) ]
[ In the meantime, she hikes her leg up even further, flexible as she is it's simple enough; much as it's nice having her ass groped, that's not quite where she wants those fingers. ]
Re: 441, after yuletide
What Nem does have mind for is to (eventually) take a hint. And as much as it's nice groping Aliza's ass, it's just as nice to follow the line of that leg up as far as she can go. Chilly fingers trail slowly up to the crux of Aliza's thighs, clumsily tracing the shape of her through her panties]
Re: 441, after yuletide
[ What's simpler than unbuttoning or shoving? Plucking at one of those blood-rimmed slices and effortlessly tearing that shirt open the rest of the way. Sorry not sorry, she's in a hurry, even if the slow and savoring way her hands move up that newly bared skin doesn't much show it. Aliza's own top is incredibly frustrating, corset laces and buckles and such to be dealt with, which should be fun. ]
[ She sighs against Nem's mouth, chuckling a little as that hand gets more or less where she wants it. The elevator pings again and the doors open -- is this their card? If not, they might be a little less than presentable when they eventually arrive. ]
Re: 441, after yuletide
She attempts to give as good as she gets, though the laces and buckles seem to require more attention than quick fumbles in an elevator generally allows. Which doesn't stop her from curling her good fingers more firmly, first down the center line of Aliza's panties, then carefully making their way beneath the fabric.
...There could be a murder happening and it wouldn't distract Nemesis from the soft heat of Aliza's lower lips, sorry,]
Re: 441, after yuletide
I like you like this. [ Nothing is quite as hot as impatience. But Aliza glances over at the open elevator doors and makes note of where they are, because actually getting laid in the elevator doesn't seem like the most convenient thing for anyone -- though if Nem keeps moving her fingers like that, Aliza might change her mind before they get where they're going. ] Yours is the -- next floor.
[ She's panting enough to stammer so she moves her mouth to Nem's neck again, so she can tease that sensitive skin with her fangs in between quiet, breathy moans. Moving sounds like actual torture, but they really have to. ]