[ it's... strange. everything about kiana feels so familiar, and yet this situation feels almost alien. they've been together many times by now, yes, but how many times did they just- take their time? touch each other and kiss, soft and caring?
(she remembers one time, at least - but then, they hadn't escalated things even to this point. warm hugs. gentle kisses. fingers stroking through their hair. she'd invited kiana back to the express, told her she'd work with welt to find a way. just as intense as their regular mishaps, without even a fraction of the violence.)
she reaches up, presses kiana's hand a bit more firmly into her own breast. more pressure is fine. this is what she wants. when she finally pulls away from the kiss, her breath already heavy, it's to murmur into kiana's ear- ]
...remember what I told Sirin? [ remember what i told you both? ] How pretty she'd look with my kids?
[ her hips roll forward against kiana's, involuntarily seeking a bit more connection. just a bit closer. just a bit more touch. ]
cw: dirty talk, talk of breeding
(she remembers one time, at least - but then, they hadn't escalated things even to this point. warm hugs. gentle kisses. fingers stroking through their hair. she'd invited kiana back to the express, told her she'd work with welt to find a way. just as intense as their regular mishaps, without even a fraction of the violence.)
she reaches up, presses kiana's hand a bit more firmly into her own breast. more pressure is fine. this is what she wants. when she finally pulls away from the kiss, her breath already heavy, it's to murmur into kiana's ear- ]
...remember what I told Sirin? [ remember what i told you both? ] How pretty she'd look with my kids?
[ her hips roll forward against kiana's, involuntarily seeking a bit more connection. just a bit closer. just a bit more touch. ]
Maybe it'll actually work here.