[ Every time Suletta's mouth gravitates toward her neck Miorine leans forward instinctively, trying to gain more traction than Suletta's bashfulness allows. She wants to move on to what she knows should come next but worries Suletta is only just catching up with what's happening now.
Suletta's grip isn't too strong but Miorine still feels like the wind is knocked out of her. She has to withstand the urge to press herself against Suletta, once again her body tried to jump a step further than she knows she should.
Her head turns in time with Suletta, like a heat seeking missile all she can do is draw closer to her mouth. This kiss is drawn out, not like the insistent knocks from earlier- testing the waters to see just how much Miorine would let her in. Miorine parts her lips and makes a pleased sound, almost as if she's just taken a tasty bite of something.
Her hands drift under the hem of Suletta's uniform and her fingertips find skin. ]
[Often, Suletta can gauge Miorine's level of impatience — with a discussion, a task she found dull, or a person she'd rather not interact with. Right now is no exception: the dam of her restraint is holding, but she can feel Miorine's subdued eagerness in how she moves closer to her, chases her mouth with her own. She can feel her shift a little in their impromptu embrace, and when Miorine parts her lips, Suletta's hand tenses on the small of her back. Her head buzzes. Tentatively, she deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping out to taste Miorine's mouth. It's careful, this: her inexperience and natural shyness both keep her from asking for more than this for now.
An unsteady sigh escapes her at Miorine's touch. Her toes curl — nerves and excitement both. She traces her hands up her back, along the ridges of her spine. The touch is light and cautious: primed to move away at any sign of discomfort. Eventually, her fingers come to gently lace themselves in Miorine's hair.]
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Date: 2023-06-20 03:42 am (UTC)Suletta's grip isn't too strong but Miorine still feels like the wind is knocked out of her. She has to withstand the urge to press herself against Suletta, once again her body tried to jump a step further than she knows she should.
Her head turns in time with Suletta, like a heat seeking missile all she can do is draw closer to her mouth. This kiss is drawn out, not like the insistent knocks from earlier- testing the waters to see just how much Miorine would let her in. Miorine parts her lips and makes a pleased sound, almost as if she's just taken a tasty bite of something.
Her hands drift under the hem of Suletta's uniform and her fingertips find skin. ]
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Date: 2023-06-26 10:13 pm (UTC)An unsteady sigh escapes her at Miorine's touch. Her toes curl — nerves and excitement both. She traces her hands up her back, along the ridges of her spine. The touch is light and cautious: primed to move away at any sign of discomfort. Eventually, her fingers come to gently lace themselves in Miorine's hair.]