(she almost wants to suggest closing the elevator door, just pressing a button for it to take a long ride somewhere else. perhaps it's better that she didn't when she unravels herself from irene, they part for now and her hand is in the other woman's grasp. not awkwardly held, just held with a bit of shyness of her own. cellinia isn't used to this, she could admit that to herself. not the idea of tender affections and intimacy. surviving back then, getting as close as telling someone from her childhood that she didn't want her to keep going in what was a life comprised of dying fast if the wrong step was taken.
that's only how it went. it was only business, they called it. she says nothing on it while following into her into the trailer, the door closes and locks behind them before cellinia squeezes irene's hand back in turn. while she discards that obnoxious cape and extends her invitation, cellinia pauses, then tosses aside that cloak and those medieval micro shorts they forced on her. only that leotard remains when she climbs in bed beside her, a crawl forward then laying together with her. as much as it plays into what the resort is after, they're allowed this. to be selfish. this is theirs, this doesn't belong to a parasitic being that would sooner drain the lives of those involved.
by turning them into husks, shells of who they once were with the sickening prospect of them falling into hedonistic pleasures that the wolf despises. but she doesn't say that, she doesn't want to. she doesn't dare to think about it when cellinia glances at the other woman. she's searching, searching for what she wants to say. but maybe it's better if she didn't know what she wants to say, or really if she wanted to speak out anything more than taking this moment for what is. what it should be.)
....hi. (it almost sounds playful when she moves to straddle the other woman, leaving those pink dusted lips from the makeup that had been forced upon her. the aphrodisiacs in that had been something she ignored, she still is. though that changes little in how easy it might be to turn her on when they're alone together, at the right time and place. this was better. the better choice.
the better decision, too. it must be a sight, black and red hair curtaining around them. a pair of wolfish and amber eyes, almost seeming softer than they usually were. finding anything gentle like this in the resort would be tricky, but this might count as close enough for that.)
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that's only how it went. it was only business, they called it. she says nothing on it while following into her into the trailer, the door closes and locks behind them before cellinia squeezes irene's hand back in turn. while she discards that obnoxious cape and extends her invitation, cellinia pauses, then tosses aside that cloak and those medieval micro shorts they forced on her. only that leotard remains when she climbs in bed beside her, a crawl forward then laying together with her. as much as it plays into what the resort is after, they're allowed this. to be selfish. this is theirs, this doesn't belong to a parasitic being that would sooner drain the lives of those involved.
by turning them into husks, shells of who they once were with the sickening prospect of them falling into hedonistic pleasures that the wolf despises. but she doesn't say that, she doesn't want to. she doesn't dare to think about it when cellinia glances at the other woman. she's searching, searching for what she wants to say. but maybe it's better if she didn't know what she wants to say, or really if she wanted to speak out anything more than taking this moment for what is. what it should be.)
....hi. (it almost sounds playful when she moves to straddle the other woman, leaving those pink dusted lips from the makeup that had been forced upon her. the aphrodisiacs in that had been something she ignored, she still is. though that changes little in how easy it might be to turn her on when they're alone together, at the right time and place. this was better. the better choice.
the better decision, too. it must be a sight, black and red hair curtaining around them. a pair of wolfish and amber eyes, almost seeming softer than they usually were. finding anything gentle like this in the resort would be tricky, but this might count as close enough for that.)