AISHA
turn around and give you something to believe in
but you get something to prove
but you get something to prove
Aisha noticed the lingering gaze, and while she is used to the attention her body draws, there is something electric about the way Hotaru looked at her. She could invite the other woman to remain longer, scrutinizing every inch and allowing Aisha to do the same to her face, those beautiful eyes and sharp features, and then perhaps further. But she was here for a different kind of intimacy, one that would be just as welcome.
"Mmm," she hummed from where she lounged on the table top, watching the spark of electricity that lights the incense. The leopardess would always admire the abilities they held, her own were so natural and innate, but the spark of a storm at one's fingertips never ceased to fascinate. She grinned as the woman moved closer, she lifted her arm up to stretch, "Sound's perfect sugar," her voice is honeyed, relaxed and jovial.
Aisha rolled over onto her stomach, crossing her legs at the ankles and resting her head on her hands. The conversation was accompanied with a welcome coolness along her spine, it traced down and up and tingled he skin. The hands that followed were warm, and the swordswoman practically melted into the practiced touch. "I'm one of the people that keeps that big chunk of rock in check," she replied with a playfully sarcastic edge, "I like to think we're friends."
"Mmm," she hummed from where she lounged on the table top, watching the spark of electricity that lights the incense. The leopardess would always admire the abilities they held, her own were so natural and innate, but the spark of a storm at one's fingertips never ceased to fascinate. She grinned as the woman moved closer, she lifted her arm up to stretch, "Sound's perfect sugar," her voice is honeyed, relaxed and jovial.
Aisha rolled over onto her stomach, crossing her legs at the ankles and resting her head on her hands. The conversation was accompanied with a welcome coolness along her spine, it traced down and up and tingled he skin. The hands that followed were warm, and the swordswoman practically melted into the practiced touch. "I'm one of the people that keeps that big chunk of rock in check," she replied with a playfully sarcastic edge, "I like to think we're friends."
but honey it ain't worth it
being hurt by love
being hurt by love
