[ Red agrees, although it's not quite clear which statement she's agreeing with. They don't have to label it. She should stay. Maybe one or the other. Maybe both. Whatever the kiss, it's a low little breathless word. An agreement that hangs between them as she tries to gather her thoughts. It's difficult when she feels on edge; electric and tense in the best possible way, drawn toward Cellinia like no one else she's ever known (save perhaps one and she isn't here). It's strange and maybe weird and difficult to describe, but she wants it.
Wants this.
Wants her.
So she frames her with her arms against the rail and the wall, trying to forget the stupid costumes and everything else. Rather than speak again, there's another kiss, building and intimate and hungry. She presses closer, her heart racing in her chest, the warmth of their bodies mingling. She wants more. She's greedy and for a moment there's a vague sense of guilt, but they both want this - whatever "this" is - and so she tries to forget that. She succeeds fairly well, honestly.
Nails drag down the side of the leotard and she finds her hip and nudges closer, fitting them together, as if she make them both fit perfectly. As if they're pieces of a larger whole and her heart feels as if it's going to burst.
The kiss breaks again. ]
We should... find that trailer. [ She mumbles. This elevator is taking a while. ]
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[ Red agrees, although it's not quite clear which statement she's agreeing with. They don't have to label it. She should stay. Maybe one or the other. Maybe both. Whatever the kiss, it's a low little breathless word. An agreement that hangs between them as she tries to gather her thoughts. It's difficult when she feels on edge; electric and tense in the best possible way, drawn toward Cellinia like no one else she's ever known (save perhaps one and she isn't here). It's strange and maybe weird and difficult to describe, but she wants it.
Wants this.
Wants her.
So she frames her with her arms against the rail and the wall, trying to forget the stupid costumes and everything else. Rather than speak again, there's another kiss, building and intimate and hungry. She presses closer, her heart racing in her chest, the warmth of their bodies mingling. She wants more. She's greedy and for a moment there's a vague sense of guilt, but they both want this - whatever "this" is - and so she tries to forget that. She succeeds fairly well, honestly.
Nails drag down the side of the leotard and she finds her hip and nudges closer, fitting them together, as if she make them both fit perfectly. As if they're pieces of a larger whole and her heart feels as if it's going to burst.
The kiss breaks again. ]
We should... find that trailer. [ She mumbles. This elevator is taking a while. ]