[ Those hands on her skin make Alizarin all-over shiver, a little gasp sounding into the brief partings between hungry kisses. She's -- trying not to push too much, but a piece of her, growing by each moment and touch, wants to give in to abandon. ]
[ Nemesis's sounds and shaking are quite convincing, however. Alizarin brings a hand up to stroke through Nemesis's hair, settling at the nape of her neck, fingertips rubbing slow, deliberate circles on her skin, distinctly encouraging. The rest of her is more brazen, her body pressing Nemesis to the wall, shifting, urgent. ]
[That urgency seems to be more than welcome. Nemesis lets out a soft groan at the slow circles at her neck--at being shoved back between Alizarin and the wall--and she rocks eagerly back into her.
Nemesis moves with more intent as well, squeezing at Alizarin's ass and working her thigh firmly between Alizarin's legs; not the same pressure a man might provide but certainly not nothing]
[ The pressure of that leg against her does no good for her proclivities (or a lot of good, depending on the goal); she makes a low sound, like a cat being scratched just right, her body pressing even closer if it's possible. She'd rather coax than push, in her right mind, but it's entirely possible she's past that. ]
[ That neck is sensitive, isn't it? Chuckling with distinct impishness, Alizarin moves her mouth back toward Nemesis's neck, sucking on the skin just at her pulse point, because she likes cheating far too much. Her hands smooth down Nemesis's sides to see what sort of doing it will take to undress her lower half. ]
Re: day 424
[ Nemesis's sounds and shaking are quite convincing, however. Alizarin brings a hand up to stroke through Nemesis's hair, settling at the nape of her neck, fingertips rubbing slow, deliberate circles on her skin, distinctly encouraging. The rest of her is more brazen, her body pressing Nemesis to the wall, shifting, urgent. ]
Re: day 424
Nemesis moves with more intent as well, squeezing at Alizarin's ass and working her thigh firmly between Alizarin's legs; not the same pressure a man might provide but certainly not nothing]
Re: day 424
[ That neck is sensitive, isn't it? Chuckling with distinct impishness, Alizarin moves her mouth back toward Nemesis's neck, sucking on the skin just at her pulse point, because she likes cheating far too much. Her hands smooth down Nemesis's sides to see what sort of doing it will take to undress her lower half. ]