[ OPEN ] Hot Springs Episode!

[shri]

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: The Second Flight
WHEN: DAY :022
SUMMARY: The Sauna!
WARNINGS: Nekkid times.

[ A few hours after the murder, she hasn't blown the ship up, and here they are. Another knock knock on everyone's brain: ]

( For those of you that are interested - I have secured us a place at the Sauna. Free for us to be use without interruption from outsiders.

You are to be clean before you come in. )

[ Maybe you're here because she bullied you, maybe you want to soak - maybe you're the poor bastard that is standing guard at the door. Either way, welcome to the Suana, have fun. Or don't. ]

Comments

[miscreant]

“Well...you have a nice chest.”

Shepard’s words are an invitation as far as she is concerned, so Seviilia slips a bit further into the water to rest her head on the other woman’s arm. Her own hand drifts to press her fingers against Shepard’s toned and exposed muscles of her abdomen, one nail curiously turning to trace beneath the curve of the nearest breast. She hadn’t forgotten the last time she had gotten rough with her without prior consent.

This time, she intends to be just a little more careful, even if her intent is clearly read by the link between their minds. Her nail should be her tongue, and her teeth—

“You have stronger hands, arms, and legs than most humans I am familiar with — and even some elves. I desire to see you use them, in no specific order.”

[earthborn]

Shepard is a woman who has experienced, as so many do, the precise and mellifluous discomfort which arises from having one's personal sovereignty breached, without permission. This is not that sensation, though the source is familiar to the risk at hand-- in hand, rather. Seviilia's hand, to be precise.

In short, she allows the tease to continue.

Head tilted back slightly in the steam, lids hooded, Shepard is aware of both the danger and the exposure, but uncaring for the moment, of either consequence. The key to a good poker face, as with a good lie, is the same: don't lie. Let what you wish to project, instead become your truth, however temporarily. What? She's an adult. She can hold two thoughts in her head at the same time.

"Oh, you would, huh?" The grin sneaks in sideways and leers, eager as a bad joke or a good pun, "Is that the secret world of Seviilia Brightwing, she likes being held down and made to take it?"