[ She gets a bolt of satisfaction out of the weight of the other woman's head in her hand, her smile turning more pleased. That small spark of defiance still in her is what keeps her from feeling disgusted at someone who would bend the knee so easily: there's few types of people Coquelic likes less than overly obedient, blindly faithful dogs. ]
Oh... well, if you really want to feel it, go right ahead. I'll wait.
[ It's an intentionally delivered double edged sword: if she refuses the challenge, she risks more of Coquelic's condescension... but accept it, and she'll have to, at least in some way, admit to wanting to feel the impact of her palm striking her. She closes her hand around the woman's chin, dark nails digging just slightly into the skin while she tilts her head more to the side, baring her neck further — but it never edges into painful, her control over her hands precise as a surgeon's. Despite her delicate frame, there's an otherworldly strength that runs through her veins, evident in something as fleeting as a graceful touch.
A hint of a point of a fang peeks out of Coquelic's lips; if she were of the vampiric sort, this would be a prime time to have a snack. Nonetheless, doling something like this out will be fun, too. Until the other woman makes her move, though, she's going to keep her right in place with her hand, drawing her thumb back and forth idly against the skin. ]
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Oh... well, if you really want to feel it, go right ahead. I'll wait.
[ It's an intentionally delivered double edged sword: if she refuses the challenge, she risks more of Coquelic's condescension... but accept it, and she'll have to, at least in some way, admit to wanting to feel the impact of her palm striking her. She closes her hand around the woman's chin, dark nails digging just slightly into the skin while she tilts her head more to the side, baring her neck further — but it never edges into painful, her control over her hands precise as a surgeon's. Despite her delicate frame, there's an otherworldly strength that runs through her veins, evident in something as fleeting as a graceful touch.
A hint of a point of a fang peeks out of Coquelic's lips; if she were of the vampiric sort, this would be a prime time to have a snack. Nonetheless, doling something like this out will be fun, too. Until the other woman makes her move, though, she's going to keep her right in place with her hand, drawing her thumb back and forth idly against the skin. ]