(her hands wander, the idle debate is there on if she should take this stupid and thin leotard off. it doesn't help the feeling of heat between them, the flare of hormones. a near press of their bodies together to drive her up the wall while cellinia relaxes. she's thinking about it, when they part from the kiss again. a nudge of their noses together, forehead to forehead while she lays against irene. does she mind it? no, she doesn't mind it. not in how she nuzzles against her to get a little more comfortable while they're laying together in this bed. it's comfortable. it's comfortable in how her tail rests beside them, how cellinia even allows that chance.
a bit of calmness before they fall into something of a pattern, of touch and intimacy. she hasn't asked about luce, nor did she know about her. all that the wolf does know is that she likes her, she likes this warmth and how it's soothing. anything more (like removing the bikini armor and her leotard) can wait a little bit longer. that's even why the wolf seems content with this until their hormones worsen.)
....yeah, we can.
(if she wants to touch her more, irene could at her own pace. it's going to be evident that she's burning up for this woman regardless. not just in how her heart is pounding against her chest, but from how she seems right at home burying into the warmth that's been offered to her. this is fine. fine in how the wolf shifts a little more to look at her properly, her hair falls around them again like this when she slowly reaches to cup one of her cheeks.
tentative, like she was almost afraid she might disappear on her again. she can't be blamed for that being a bit frightening, can she? once was enough to give her a heart attack in how relieving it had been to see her return. something that cellinia would keep to herself, though it's also obvious that her want for irene to stay was her speaking honestly.
she didn't want her to go, not again if it can be helped. she didn't want to lose her.)
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a bit of calmness before they fall into something of a pattern, of touch and intimacy. she hasn't asked about luce, nor did she know about her. all that the wolf does know is that she likes her, she likes this warmth and how it's soothing. anything more (like removing the bikini armor and her leotard) can wait a little bit longer. that's even why the wolf seems content with this until their hormones worsen.)
....yeah, we can.
(if she wants to touch her more, irene could at her own pace. it's going to be evident that she's burning up for this woman regardless. not just in how her heart is pounding against her chest, but from how she seems right at home burying into the warmth that's been offered to her. this is fine. fine in how the wolf shifts a little more to look at her properly, her hair falls around them again like this when she slowly reaches to cup one of her cheeks.
tentative, like she was almost afraid she might disappear on her again. she can't be blamed for that being a bit frightening, can she? once was enough to give her a heart attack in how relieving it had been to see her return. something that cellinia would keep to herself, though it's also obvious that her want for irene to stay was her speaking honestly.
she didn't want her to go, not again if it can be helped. she didn't want to lose her.)