[ Saya takes two slow steps closer to Nenonen, moving with the slow grace of a stalking predator -- no intention to harm anyone, it's just how she rolls when her instincts are activated. She smiles lazily at them, feeling a bit overwarm, a bit pleasantly bleary. ]
A new kind of flowers, I suppose. That must please you.
[ Her red-gold eyes dance as she watches them. Her hands flexing from the urge to touch, fangs aching with sudden thirst despite knowing that their blood isn't for drinking. ]
[ That gaze sends liquid heat down Nenonen's spine. They've never had anyone look at them like that before, but between the smile on Saya's face and the hunger in her eyes, Nen finds themself curling their hands briefly into fists.
It's automatic, the way they step forward into her orbit. Some invisible force compels them too as they take a breath and feel the heat swell within them. ]
Yes, it does.
[ Saya pleases them too, but they can't seem to find the words for that right now. They just slide into her space until they can feel the warmth coming off her skin, and chew their lower lip. ]
[ Saya's grin widens as they're pulled forward. She has that effect when she's in a Mood, preferring to beckon rather than demand... to a point. ]
[ She's a few inches shorter than Nenonen even in the heels she wears, but the way she looks at them it's as though she's ten feet tall. Burning eyes lidded, lips parting around a slow breath. One hand lifts to gently take them by the chin as she leans closer by slow, sweltering degrees, stopping two inches shy of contact. Leaving them that last bit of space to cross. ]
[ With such tempting invitation, how can they do anything but? Whether it's the pollen or the spell cast by Saya herself, Nenonen's eyes are lidded when they lean in and close that last bit of distance; their lips fall upon Saya's with fervour and want, and under normal circumstances both their hands would already be pressed to her face, cupping it greedily.
Something about her presence demands permission though, and Nen relents; their palms instead fall fall upon her chest, more for purchase and plead than an attempt at being brazen.
It's where they would put their hands against anyone, male or female, if they were locked close like this with them. ]
[ The desire in that kiss is delightful, Saya's satisfied hum buzzes against their mouth and seems to curl around them. Saya's kiss manages to be at once heated and restrained -- teasing. Coaxing. ]
[ Saya looses legato chuckle against Nen's mouth at their hands on her chest. Her own hands move to rest over theirs, guiding them down her body to the dip of her waist, the soft swell of her hips, the curve of her ass, finally settling at the small of her back. Permission granted. ]
[ Nen will find sharp fangs grazing their lower lip, not enough to draw any blood though the intention is there. Eagerness only barely diluted enough to remember why she shouldn't taste their blood. ]
[ It's nothing at all like the kisses they've had up until now. Despite the...array...or people they've kissed, most of them haven't been seductive. Not like this. Yuuto's are sweet, Shigeru's are tentative and soft, Chipp's are bumbling and enthusiastic and Oryou's are...Oryou's.
This is like kissing fire and wanting to be burnt. It's hot and addicting and makes Nenonen want more as their hands come to rest upon her lower back and immediately seek to draw her closer.
Nen has the height, but it feels like they're the one shrunk below her powerful presence. When the nip comes they can't help but gasp, pulse jumping under their skin. ]
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Date: Jun. 6th, 2023 04:30 pm (UTC)[ Saya takes two slow steps closer to Nenonen, moving with the slow grace of a stalking predator -- no intention to harm anyone, it's just how she rolls when her instincts are activated. She smiles lazily at them, feeling a bit overwarm, a bit pleasantly bleary. ]
A new kind of flowers, I suppose. That must please you.
[ Her red-gold eyes dance as she watches them. Her hands flexing from the urge to touch, fangs aching with sudden thirst despite knowing that their blood isn't for drinking. ]
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Date: Jun. 6th, 2023 08:09 pm (UTC)It's automatic, the way they step forward into her orbit. Some invisible force compels them too as they take a breath and feel the heat swell within them. ]
Yes, it does.
[ Saya pleases them too, but they can't seem to find the words for that right now. They just slide into her space until they can feel the warmth coming off her skin, and chew their lower lip. ]
I want to kiss you. A lot.
[ Among other things. ]
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Date: Jun. 6th, 2023 08:31 pm (UTC)[ She's a few inches shorter than Nenonen even in the heels she wears, but the way she looks at them it's as though she's ten feet tall. Burning eyes lidded, lips parting around a slow breath. One hand lifts to gently take them by the chin as she leans closer by slow, sweltering degrees, stopping two inches shy of contact. Leaving them that last bit of space to cross. ]
I thought you'd never ask.
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Date: Jun. 9th, 2023 09:01 pm (UTC)Something about her presence demands permission though, and Nen relents; their palms instead fall fall upon her chest, more for purchase and plead than an attempt at being brazen.
It's where they would put their hands against anyone, male or female, if they were locked close like this with them. ]
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Date: Jun. 11th, 2023 07:19 pm (UTC)[ Saya looses legato chuckle against Nen's mouth at their hands on her chest. Her own hands move to rest over theirs, guiding them down her body to the dip of her waist, the soft swell of her hips, the curve of her ass, finally settling at the small of her back. Permission granted. ]
[ Nen will find sharp fangs grazing their lower lip, not enough to draw any blood though the intention is there. Eagerness only barely diluted enough to remember why she shouldn't taste their blood. ]
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Date: Jun. 14th, 2023 04:55 am (UTC)This is like kissing fire and wanting to be burnt. It's hot and addicting and makes Nenonen want more as their hands come to rest upon her lower back and immediately seek to draw her closer.
Nen has the height, but it feels like they're the one shrunk below her powerful presence. When the nip comes they can't help but gasp, pulse jumping under their skin. ]
Hm--