(her body is something not many can say in the past that they got to see, got to touch. not many could say they understand cellinia, she's always been this way. difficult to know, to catch. her bodies receptive to the touch, the slide of her hands along bare skin. against her upper back, even. they're pressed together like this just about, even as cellinia's hands make their way around her irene's neck. one goes to rest against her head. her chin buried into her crown when she kisses along between her breasts, the scent was something cellinia breathes in naturally. memorizes again, while their own mingles together in this trailer. alone, cut off from everything from the rest of this fucked up resort.
she knows it too well, that she wants her. that she appreciates her, that she wants to touch her in a way that wasn't her usual with maintaining distance from most. she wants to kiss along her skin, she wants to leave her marks and reminders of what they've done. mating bites weren't just a thing in that dome for a reason for wolves. she doesn't leave them for just anyone, even as she presses closer to embrace the moment for what it is.
it's only them. it only is, if irene wants to memorize her body then she won't be the one to stop her, she'd do it in kind. she'd watch every twitch, every sigh, what she likes and how she wants it. because that's always been cellinia, she denies it, but that's always been her with her actions irene showing it more.)
....touch me, as much as you want to. I'll do the same to you, as long as you'll have me.
(it came more natural to say it like that, more than it would have during some movie scene. she murmurs it, breathless and meaningful. she doesn't get shy like she did earlier, but she felt again that way. the words, the atmosphere, the shift while things lay forgotten. that burn of her spade mark had long since faded away to nothing while they're alone.
because it didn't matter, what mattered is in front of her.)
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she knows it too well, that she wants her. that she appreciates her, that she wants to touch her in a way that wasn't her usual with maintaining distance from most. she wants to kiss along her skin, she wants to leave her marks and reminders of what they've done. mating bites weren't just a thing in that dome for a reason for wolves. she doesn't leave them for just anyone, even as she presses closer to embrace the moment for what it is.
it's only them. it only is, if irene wants to memorize her body then she won't be the one to stop her, she'd do it in kind. she'd watch every twitch, every sigh, what she likes and how she wants it. because that's always been cellinia, she denies it, but that's always been her with her actions irene showing it more.)
....touch me, as much as you want to. I'll do the same to you, as long as you'll have me.
(it came more natural to say it like that, more than it would have during some movie scene. she murmurs it, breathless and meaningful. she doesn't get shy like she did earlier, but she felt again that way. the words, the atmosphere, the shift while things lay forgotten. that burn of her spade mark had long since faded away to nothing while they're alone.
because it didn't matter, what mattered is in front of her.)