mental link: D46

[erbier]

[ A gasp, a whisper of something where there had been a stark silence before, and then a pull. A grasp from the deep, leveraging its way from beneath the water only by pulling down another.

Precarious, but harmless as she awakens, her siren call weakening as she breaks the surface, at last. Awake. Everywhere and nowhere, unshielded. Reborn again upon the shores. ]

ooc; newbies should stop her anywhere for action, and anyone who wants to greet her face to face should juuust say so and I will tell you where she is at that moment. she's not really controlling what goes where so threadjack away.

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shriek

[erbier]

[ In the places where they have kissed before, Angel's touch is nothing but pleasant, luxurious. An attention that Ilde can relax in to; the sweetness of it all. The lower Angel dips down her body, however, the harder her heart starts to beat. Blood rushes under her skin, making her chest flush, skin hot. As much as they may find solace in their bodies here in their intimacy... That place between her legs is something she has kept in the distance for years, a part of herself she has little connection to besides hazy memories of terrible pain. A surety of its filthiness.

Her heart nearly stops at the supple touch of tongue to the flesh of her leg. It's a sensation she has never imagined before, the heightened sensitivity of a place so rarely touched, so often hidden. Just the sight of Angel tangled up in her legs, a position most vulnerable, is... not too much. It is just enough. Just enough to plant the seed of what might one day be, a seed to grow with time and comfort.

She doesn't even have the words for it, and bites her lip, unusually shy as she tries to figure herself out. Her wants, her emotions, this sensation that has every hair on end, skin pinked. ]

( That feels nice. )

[ It seems important to express approval where approval is due. ]

[circumspector]

[ She makes sure to leave it there, pulling herself up. Her hands braced either side of Ilde's hips, her cheeks pink with the nerves of it all - and not at all, the curling feeling inside of her stomach at being the one that caused it.

One that doesn't spike warm and thudding through their connection, all skin to skin, she keeps herself up, body stretching comfortably like her lion did so often. ]

( Did you want me to do it again? )

[ Easy, comfortable. She can always tell her no. They are mutilated things learning to be not so, it was nothing less than a process. ]

[erbier]

( Yes. Those places. )

[ Repetition was the key to learning, after all. ]