... Not always. [The noise she makes is some part chuckle, some part sheepish cough. There's one upside to the skewers putting her in this embarrassing position: Without them, Hilda might have propositioned her outright, and the meaning would take time to settle. The invitation could have sailed right over her head. Hilda's gaze cupping her breasts fans the already flaming blush spreading throat to navel, the path painted by her finger marked by shivering skin. Rahu is at once burning up and freezing.]
Of course you're on my mind; we're talking. [The skewers can't be total miracle workers, and Rahu makes a statement of the most obvious thing. She's already admitted to her thoughts being consumed by one thing - for once exciting and a little nerve-wracking compared to the stinging fixation on vengeance - so it should be simple to paint one and two together.
Rabbits don't normally hunt other rabbits, but there's something in her that wants to pursue, and grab, and pull. With Hilda closer and touching her, all it really takes is a step to close the space between them without bending her elbow too far. Shit. Even this isn't nearly enough.
Impulsivity wins again. If she allows it, the delicate threading of Rahu's knee between her thighs follows, where it will press upward deliberately, each movement tracing the line of her sentences. Her neck tilts to the opposite side, leaving plenty of room for a wandering hand and allowing her to drop her voice to a private murmur.] I think we've been compromised. Let me take you... [A slight pause as her thoughts gutter: She could take her right her, but -] ... to deal with it. Or meet me somewhere, but I might just chase you down.
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Of course you're on my mind; we're talking. [The skewers can't be total miracle workers, and Rahu makes a statement of the most obvious thing. She's already admitted to her thoughts being consumed by one thing - for once exciting and a little nerve-wracking compared to the stinging fixation on vengeance - so it should be simple to paint one and two together.
Rabbits don't normally hunt other rabbits, but there's something in her that wants to pursue, and grab, and pull. With Hilda closer and touching her, all it really takes is a step to close the space between them without bending her elbow too far. Shit. Even this isn't nearly enough.
Impulsivity wins again. If she allows it, the delicate threading of Rahu's knee between her thighs follows, where it will press upward deliberately, each movement tracing the line of her sentences. Her neck tilts to the opposite side, leaving plenty of room for a wandering hand and allowing her to drop her voice to a private murmur.] I think we've been compromised. Let me take you... [A slight pause as her thoughts gutter: She could take her right her, but -] ... to deal with it. Or meet me somewhere, but I might just chase you down.