[ She takes a breath to compose herself, and smiles, rising to take Saya's hand. She really had been intending to take that nice, leisurely walk, but when Saya moved so quickly and decisively, she found herself utterly swept along.
Maybe they can watch a movie or something afterward. ]
Of course. [ She giggles, a little more embarrassed than usual. ] Hah, you have me on tenterhooks. Seriously. Chills down my spine.
The plan is to do everything. But I'm open to suggestions.
[ Hlasoh will have to direct them, but Saya's bearing is such that she seems to be the one leading all the way. Queen Stuff. Get ready to be reduced to a writhing puddle, madame. ]
Oh? That's a shame. I never did mind an audience. [ Saya is inflicted with a tragic case of Does Whatever The Fuck She Wants. But if others have boundaries about voyeurs, that's fine, if not something she understands particularly. ]
[ This might explain why, when they reach the apartment, Saya doesn't bother asking whether Hlasoh has a roommate. If it's a problem to pin Hlasoh with eyes that shine equal parts red and gold and back Hlasoh against the closed door, hands flattening on the door outside Hlasoh's shoulders, preventing her from moving farther than just inside the door without so much as a touch, she'll need to be told so explicitly. ]
W, Well. I think I would have to work my way up to something like that. [ She's not totally against the idea in principle, but she's had some experiences that make her somewhat reluctant. She's not ashamed of her sexuality, but she likes mostly keeping up a composed, elegant front in public.
For now, Hlasoh does live alone. And for somebody who lives alone, she's relatively tidy, though there's a clutter of piles of books here and there. That means she doesn't need to hold back or worry about somebody else's schedule. She gasps, giggling nervously as Saya immediately traps her against the door. Her ears go red. ]
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Maybe they can watch a movie or something afterward. ]
Of course. [ She giggles, a little more embarrassed than usual. ] Hah, you have me on tenterhooks. Seriously. Chills down my spine.
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[ What's the fun in waiting for others to come to you? Saya prefers to beckon, insist. Once they're alone, she'll demand. ]
[ She offers her arm in a gesture that takes it as foregone conclusion that Hlasoh will take it. ]
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[ She gladly takes her arm, looking quite satisfied with herself. ]
I can't wait to see what else you'll do.
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[ Hlasoh will have to direct them, but Saya's bearing is such that she seems to be the one leading all the way. Queen Stuff. Get ready to be reduced to a writhing puddle, madame. ]
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[ She means the telepathy. It's a coy admission that she's shier than she often comes across, despite her sexual experience.
But she has plenty of suggestions in mind. If Saya is this overwhelming now, then her hearts aflutter to think of the thrills that will come soon.
In any case, it does not take long to reach the teleportation node and from there to Hlasoh's apartment. ]
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[ This might explain why, when they reach the apartment, Saya doesn't bother asking whether Hlasoh has a roommate. If it's a problem to pin Hlasoh with eyes that shine equal parts red and gold and back Hlasoh against the closed door, hands flattening on the door outside Hlasoh's shoulders, preventing her from moving farther than just inside the door without so much as a touch, she'll need to be told so explicitly. ]
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For now, Hlasoh does live alone. And for somebody who lives alone, she's relatively tidy, though there's a clutter of piles of books here and there. That means she doesn't need to hold back or worry about somebody else's schedule. She gasps, giggling nervously as Saya immediately traps her against the door. Her ears go red. ]
Wow, that was fast. Mm, kiss me, Saya. Fuck me.