Though she’s not a mindreader, the cloud bubbling around Amaya’s sentiments weren’t too hard to deduct. Yes, she was rather hopeless but that’s what the presumable other side was for. Tacking on the female aspect’s repressed, though evident, Laila was sure she could work out the response she wanted. Despite the awkwardness of her smile, Laila’s own was barely visible, smouldering. “Hello yourself. Please, come in.”
Amaya has to push back her insistent male side, brought out by the smouldering smile. Amaya. No. Just let go for once. At Laila’s insistence, she walks in, smiling politely, “Thank you.” Control. Which needs to be lost to ever let anything out. It’s what me and the little one are for.
Who’s little?Oh calm down. She sits on the bed, tilting her head to look at Laila. “So… you look great.” You look great? Be quiet. Tell her she looks stunning.Laila sat on the arm of a nearby chair, purposefully, the lighting hitting her body at all the right angles. She was terrible, yes, she knew what she wanted and how to get it but wasn’t she allowed to be a little selfish? Wasn’t she allowed happiness, whatever the cost? Perhaps. Her own eyes absorb Amaya’s beautiful appearance, analysing her from head to toe before meeting her gaze again, her voice low with a smile. “Thank you…so, you look ravishing as well.”
Don’t make me come out there. Amaya’s eyes pass over Laila, wetting her full lips with a pink tongue. It had been a few months. Maybe just… Stop planting thoughts in my head. Ok, ok. She looks away slightly awkwardly, frowning ever so slightly. “I… thank you.” Even though we know I’m the pretty one. She has to resist the urge to glower, and feels her head throb a little. Not the male self. Mattsu… She pushes him back again. Stop that. She finds herself meeting Laila’s dark eyes, a soft smile playing around her lips. “So… how are you?” Again with the stupid questions?
Something electric shoots through her as her eyes intently memorize the movements of Amaya’s tongue over her mouth and her mind wonders how that tongue and mouth might feel elsewhere. Despite this, she smirks at her companion’s clear frustrations. “I’m fine, mostly. Trying to seduce a beautiful woman and failing miserably but besides that…” She saunters toward Amaya and leans down to whisper in her ears, “So what’s it going to take to make you ravage me?”
As she feels the male self stir at the sauntering hips coming closer, she has to shake her head, rubbing her temples. “Mmmm… make this headache go away? I.. don’t what you were expecting but…” She has to bite her lip to keep the male self back, but he is pretty insistent. Stop being such a prude. I am not a prude. I’m just not a slut like you. Ouch. You’re just being stubborn. She’s begging you to sleep with her. She bites her lower lip to shut him out, but feels like she almost has to shout over him. “I am so sorry but.. Mmmmph. Just kiss me.” Damn you. You’ll thank me in the morning~
Laila grins as she manoeuvres her lips to Amaya’s, barely grazing them as she breathes “If you insist.” Tilting her head, she presses her mouth against the others, her kiss curious and exploratory, tasting her mouth, taking in the texture of her lips slowly. She caresses Amaya’s jaw, moving back ever so slightly to gaze at her from a breadth’s distance before quickly moving apart and walking around her to crawl on the bed. Stretching herself like a cat, she beckoned her partner with a finger and a sly smirk.
Amaya rolls her eyes at her male counterpart, kissing the other woman back, softly, her breath deep and filled with need. She feels her heart beating a little faster, sighing at the soft caress on her jaw. Swallowing hard, she shakes her head. “I… can’t. I don’t want to use you.” Use her? Well damn. You are being stubborn tonight, aren’t you? Don’t make me do it, because damn it, you will feel it too, and love it. You’re an ass. Not if I’m doing what’s best for you. She lets out a sigh. “I.. mean… you’re attractive, but not like this.” She has to twitch slightly as he tries to get out.
Laila gazed intensely at the woman for a second, desire, concern, amusement and even guilt randomly flickering within her eyes before a small smile graced her face. “Listen, Amaya…I like you, I really do. I want to get to know you, I want to be your friend, and perhaps, eventually, something more. But Amaya, I’m a daughter of Dream. I can feel the others inside and to be honest, we both really need this release so just let him out. This isn’t something between us, it’s between me and him…” She moved over towards her, sitting on her lap as either of Laila’s legs were on her sides, wrapping around her waist while she brushed up her barely clad body against Amaya’s with a purr, whispering in her ear once more. “Please…”
Amaya raises an eyebrow at the other woman. That’s… a first. “I can’t say I’ve had people able to feel my other selves. For the record, he’s annoying as h-” Her words are broken off as there is a soft light, and her body morphs into that of a 5’ 11” man. He stretches, and groans, . “My god. That woman keeps me cooped up in there far too long.” His voice is soft, rich, and he leans forward to cup her face with his long slender fingers. “Hello, and what my female counterpart neglected to say is that you look absolutely stunning. She doesn’t really know how to fully appreciate such things.” This is said in a soft purr. “Call me Ren.” Giving out our real name? Oh shush. It’s not our full name and you know it. Gently he presses his lips to hers, and backs her onto the bed.
Laila keenly examines the androgynous man, purring at his handsome and delicate features that did not disguise the layer of feral assertion underneath. She grins, “Why it’s a pleasure, Ren,” She emphasizes his name. “You aren’t too hard on the eyes yourself. As for me? Laila will do.” She presses her lips back tentatively, lightly moaning in her throat as she explores the subtle change in his mouth’s shape. The dark-haired woman tosses her nightrobe away so she’s only clad in her lingerie, moving into the bed as Ren backs her.
“I know. I’m always listening on her conversations. She is so delightfully awkward at times.” Hey. He grins, wondering what the different sensation was of his lip ring against her skin. He often wondered that. He couldn’t remember kissing anyone with a lip ring. “Thank you though… I appreciate that. Just wait until you see the tattoos.” He says this with a smirk, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, which had also changed in the shift. Gently, he lets his hand run along the soft fabric of the lingerie, that leaves barely anything to the imagination.
Laila smirks at him as she breaks the kiss, “Endearingly awkward, you mean.” She shivers against his touch and caresses his jaw again, tracing the outlines of his face and lips, over his rings as well. Her eyes roam over his revealed tattoos, humming at his words as she wonders the story behind them. She lays on the bed again, stretched out, encouragingly trailing her fingers up his collarbone and throat to under his chin while the other hand gestures to her laid out form. “All yours…”
He grins a little, and nips at her lower lip. “Yes. Endearingly so. But she’s like my sister, so I have to say that.” He lets out a soft humm of approval as she traces the outline of his face and lips, a flick of desire in his eyes as the lip ring is moved so slightly. Licking his lips, he pulls off his shirt, his chest and arms covered with many tattoos, black against his smooth skin. As she tells him that she is all his, his lips curl into a devilish smirk. “If Miss Laila insists…” His lips trace a line from her neck to in between her breasts, his hand brushing against her bare thighs, teasing inwards, a smirk on his lips as they caress her skin.
Laila parts her lips in a light gasp when he nips at her. When she gazes at him, the moment of desire is not unnoticed in his eyes and she grins at him, reflecting the sentiment within her own orbs. Laila glides her hand over his tattoos, panting slightly. She closes her eyes, spreading her arms while her hands grip the bedsheets, arching against the movements of his lips. The corner of her lips form a passing smile as she closes her thighs in against each other, a hand going to grab his short hair.
He loves the desire in her dark eyes, her long hair, her dusky skin. He lets out a soft low groan as her hand passes over his tattoos, his tongue flicking out to taste the mound of her breast, her warm skin and the heavy scent of her desire and heat flooding his senses, making his body yearn for hers. Feeling her fingers grab his hair, he lets out another soft moan escape him, nipping at her collarbones. As her thighs close against his hand, he smirks ever so slightly, letting his hand move up to tease along her hipbones, sliding low on her abdomen before sliding back up to cup her breast. He lets his lips slide along her neck, and meet her lips, deepening the kiss as he had wanted to before Amaya had intervened, weaving his other hand in her hair.
Though she’s not a mindreader, the cloud bubbling around Amaya’s sentiments weren’t too hard to deduct. Yes, she was rather hopeless but that’s what the presumable other side was for. Tacking on the female aspect’s repressed, though evident, Laila was sure she could work out the response she wanted. Despite the awkwardness of her smile, Laila’s own was barely visible, smouldering. “Hello yourself. Please, come in.”
Amaya has to push back her insistent male side, brought out by the smouldering smile. Amaya. No. Just let go for once. At Laila’s insistence, she walks in, smiling politely, “Thank you.” Control. Which needs to be lost to ever let anything out. It’s what me and the little one are for.
Who’s little?Oh calm down. She sits on the bed, tilting her head to look at Laila. “So… you look great.” You look great? Be quiet. Tell her she looks stunning.Laila sat on the arm of a nearby chair, purposefully, the lighting hitting her body at all the right angles. She was terrible, yes, she knew what she wanted and how to get it but wasn’t she allowed to be a little selfish? Wasn’t she allowed happiness, whatever the cost? Perhaps. Her own eyes absorb Amaya’s beautiful appearance, analysing her from head to toe before meeting her gaze again, her voice low with a smile. “Thank you…so, you look ravishing as well.”
Don’t make me come out there. Amaya’s eyes pass over Laila, wetting her full lips with a pink tongue. It had been a few months. Maybe just… Stop planting thoughts in my head. Ok, ok. She looks away slightly awkwardly, frowning ever so slightly. “I… thank you.” Even though we know I’m the pretty one. She has to resist the urge to glower, and feels her head throb a little. Not the male self. Mattsu… She pushes him back again. Stop that. She finds herself meeting Laila’s dark eyes, a soft smile playing around her lips. “So… how are you?” Again with the stupid questions?
Something electric shoots through her as her eyes intently memorize the movements of Amaya’s tongue over her mouth and her mind wonders how that tongue and mouth might feel elsewhere. Despite this, she smirks at her companion’s clear frustrations. “I’m fine, mostly. Trying to seduce a beautiful woman and failing miserably but besides that…” She saunters toward Amaya and leans down to whisper in her ears, “So what’s it going to take to make you ravage me?”
As she feels the male self stir at the sauntering hips coming closer, she has to shake her head, rubbing her temples. “Mmmm… make this headache go away? I.. don’t what you were expecting but…” She has to bite her lip to keep the male self back, but he is pretty insistent. Stop being such a prude. I am not a prude. I’m just not a slut like you. Ouch. You’re just being stubborn. She’s begging you to sleep with her. She bites her lower lip to shut him out, but feels like she almost has to shout over him. “I am so sorry but.. Mmmmph. Just kiss me.” Damn you. You’ll thank me in the morning~
Laila grins as she manoeuvres her lips to Amaya’s, barely grazing them as she breathes “If you insist.” Tilting her head, she presses her mouth against the others, her kiss curious and exploratory, tasting her mouth, taking in the texture of her lips slowly. She caresses Amaya’s jaw, moving back ever so slightly to gaze at her from a breadth’s distance before quickly moving apart and walking around her to crawl on the bed. Stretching herself like a cat, she beckoned her partner with a finger and a sly smirk.
Amaya rolls her eyes at her male counterpart, kissing the other woman back, softly, her breath deep and filled with need. She feels her heart beating a little faster, sighing at the soft caress on her jaw. Swallowing hard, she shakes her head. “I… can’t. I don’t want to use you.” Use her? Well damn. You are being stubborn tonight, aren’t you? Don’t make me do it, because damn it, you will feel it too, and love it. You’re an ass. Not if I’m doing what’s best for you. She lets out a sigh. “I.. mean… you’re attractive, but not like this.” She has to twitch slightly as he tries to get out.
Laila gazed intensely at the woman for a second, desire, concern, amusement and even guilt randomly flickering within her eyes before a small smile graced her face. “Listen, Amaya…I like you, I really do. I want to get to know you, I want to be your friend, and perhaps, eventually, something more. But Amaya, I’m a daughter of Dream. I can feel the others inside and to be honest, we both really need this release so just let him out. This isn’t something between us, it’s between me and him…” She moved over towards her, sitting on her lap as either of Laila’s legs were on her sides, wrapping around her waist while she brushed up her barely clad body against Amaya’s with a purr, whispering in her ear once more. “Please…”
Amaya raises an eyebrow at the other woman. That’s… a first. “I can’t say I’ve had people able to feel my other selves. For the record, he’s annoying as h-” Her words are broken off as there is a soft light, and her body morphs into that of a 5’ 11” man. He stretches, and groans, . “My god. That woman keeps me cooped up in there far too long.” His voice is soft, rich, and he leans forward to cup her face with his long slender fingers. “Hello, and what my female counterpart neglected to say is that you look absolutely stunning. She doesn’t really know how to fully appreciate such things.” This is said in a soft purr. “Call me Ren.” Giving out our real name? Oh shush. It’s not our full name and you know it. Gently he presses his lips to hers, and backs her onto the bed.
Laila keenly examines the androgynous man, purring at his handsome and delicate features that did not disguise the layer of feral assertion underneath. She grins, “Why it’s a pleasure, Ren,” She emphasizes his name. “You aren’t too hard on the eyes yourself. As for me? Laila will do.” She presses her lips back tentatively, lightly moaning in her throat as she explores the subtle change in his mouth’s shape. The dark-haired woman tosses her nightrobe away so she’s only clad in her lingerie, moving into the bed as Ren backs her.
“I know. I’m always listening on her conversations. She is so delightfully awkward at times.” Hey. He grins, wondering what the different sensation was of his lip ring against her skin. He often wondered that. He couldn’t remember kissing anyone with a lip ring. “Thank you though… I appreciate that. Just wait until you see the tattoos.” He says this with a smirk, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, which had also changed in the shift. Gently, he lets his hand run along the soft fabric of the lingerie, that leaves barely anything to the imagination.
Laila smirks at him as she breaks the kiss, “Endearingly awkward, you mean.” She shivers against his touch and caresses his jaw again, tracing the outlines of his face and lips, over his rings as well. Her eyes roam over his revealed tattoos, humming at his words as she wonders the story behind them. She lays on the bed again, stretched out, encouragingly trailing her fingers up his collarbone and throat to under his chin while the other hand gestures to her laid out form. “All yours…”
He grins a little, and nips at her lower lip. “Yes. Endearingly so. But she’s like my sister, so I have to say that.” He lets out a soft humm of approval as she traces the outline of his face and lips, a flick of desire in his eyes as the lip ring is moved so slightly. Licking his lips, he pulls off his shirt, his chest and arms covered with many tattoos, black against his smooth skin. As she tells him that she is all his, his lips curl into a devilish smirk. “If Miss Laila insists…” His lips trace a line from her neck to in between her breasts, his hand brushing against her bare thighs, teasing inwards, a smirk on his lips as they caress her skin.
Amaya puts some of the finishing glamour on herself, also making sure to dress nicely, and do her hair. You sure I shouldn’t go through with this? Amaya sighs softly, shaking her head. I’ll just tell her that she got the wrong idea. Oh yes… hurt the woman’s pride. That’ll go over well. You need a release. It’s what I’m here for. Is that all you ever think about? No, actually. But seriously… a gorgeous woman is wanting to have sex with you, and you say no? You’re insane! Just watch me. She walks out of the room, going to the appointed meeting spot, taking a deep breath, and ringing the doorbell. Just… let me talk to her. Please? She doesn’t even know we’re not human. Hopefully… Behave. She smiles awkwardly when Laila opens the door. “Hello….” Ugh. You’re hopeless.
Though she’s not a mindreader, the cloud bubbling around Amaya’s sentiments weren’t too hard to deduct. Yes, she was rather hopeless but that’s what the presumable other side was for. Tacking on the female aspect’s repressed, though evident, Laila was sure she could work out the response she wanted. Despite the awkwardness of her smile, Laila’s own was barely visible, smouldering. “Hello yourself. Please, come in.”
Amaya has to push back her insistent male side, brought out by the smouldering smile. Amaya. No. Just let go for once. At Laila’s insistence, she walks in, smiling politely, “Thank you.” Control. Which needs to be lost to ever let anything out. It’s what me and the little one are for.
Who’s little?Oh calm down. She sits on the bed, tilting her head to look at Laila. “So… you look great.” You look great? Be quiet. Tell her she looks stunning.Laila sat on the arm of a nearby chair, purposefully, the lighting hitting her body at all the right angles. She was terrible, yes, she knew what she wanted and how to get it but wasn’t she allowed to be a little selfish? Wasn’t she allowed happiness, whatever the cost? Perhaps. Her own eyes absorb Amaya’s beautiful appearance, analysing her from head to toe before meeting her gaze again, her voice low with a smile. “Thank you…so, you look ravishing as well.”
Don’t make me come out there. Amaya’s eyes pass over Laila, wetting her full lips with a pink tongue. It had been a few months. Maybe just… Stop planting thoughts in my head. Ok, ok. She looks away slightly awkwardly, frowning ever so slightly. “I… thank you.” Even though we know I’m the pretty one. She has to resist the urge to glower, and feels her head throb a little. Not the male self. Mattsu… She pushes him back again. Stop that. She finds herself meeting Laila’s dark eyes, a soft smile playing around her lips. “So… how are you?” Again with the stupid questions?
Something electric shoots through her as her eyes intently memorize the movements of Amaya’s tongue over her mouth and her mind wonders how that tongue and mouth might feel elsewhere. Despite this, she smirks at her companion’s clear frustrations. “I’m fine, mostly. Trying to seduce a beautiful woman and failing miserably but besides that…” She saunters toward Amaya and leans down to whisper in her ears, “So what’s it going to take to make you ravage me?”
As she feels the male self stir at the sauntering hips coming closer, she has to shake her head, rubbing her temples. “Mmmm… make this headache go away? I.. don’t what you were expecting but…” She has to bite her lip to keep the male self back, but he is pretty insistent. Stop being such a prude. I am not a prude. I’m just not a slut like you. Ouch. You’re just being stubborn. She’s begging you to sleep with her. She bites her lower lip to shut him out, but feels like she almost has to shout over him. “I am so sorry but.. Mmmmph. Just kiss me.” Damn you. You’ll thank me in the morning~
Laila grins as she manoeuvres her lips to Amaya’s, barely grazing them as she breathes “If you insist.” Tilting her head, she presses her mouth against the others, her kiss curious and exploratory, tasting her mouth, taking in the texture of her lips slowly. She caresses Amaya’s jaw, moving back ever so slightly to gaze at her from a breadth’s distance before quickly moving apart and walking around her to crawl on the bed. Stretching herself like a cat, she beckoned her partner with a finger and a sly smirk.
Amaya rolls her eyes at her male counterpart, kissing the other woman back, softly, her breath deep and filled with need. She feels her heart beating a little faster, sighing at the soft caress on her jaw. Swallowing hard, she shakes her head. “I… can’t. I don’t want to use you.” Use her? Well damn. You are being stubborn tonight, aren’t you? Don’t make me do it, because damn it, you will feel it too, and love it. You’re an ass. Not if I’m doing what’s best for you. She lets out a sigh. “I.. mean… you’re attractive, but not like this.” She has to twitch slightly as he tries to get out.
Laila gazed intensely at the woman for a second, desire, concern, amusement and even guilt randomly flickering within her eyes before a small smile graced her face. “Listen, Amaya…I like you, I really do. I want to get to know you, I want to be your friend, and perhaps, eventually, something more. But Amaya, I’m a daughter of Dream. I can feel the others inside and to be honest, we both really need this release so just let him out. This isn’t something between us, it’s between me and him…” She moved over towards her, sitting on her lap as either of Laila’s legs were on her sides, wrapping around her waist while she brushed up her barely clad body against Amaya’s with a purr, whispering in her ear once more. “Please…”
Amaya raises an eyebrow at the other woman. That’s… a first. “I can’t say I’ve had people able to feel my other selves. For the record, he’s annoying as h-” Her words are broken off as there is a soft light, and her body morphs into that of a 5’ 11” man. He stretches, and groans, . “My god. That woman keeps me cooped up in there far too long.” His voice is soft, rich, and he leans forward to cup her face with his long slender fingers. “Hello, and what my female counterpart neglected to say is that you look absolutely stunning. She doesn’t really know how to fully appreciate such things.” This is said in a soft purr. “Call me Ren.” Giving out our real name? Oh shush. It’s not our full name and you know it. Gently he presses his lips to hers, and backs her onto the bed.
Laila keenly examines the androgynous man, purring at his handsome and delicate features that did not disguise the layer of feral assertion underneath. She grins, “Why it’s a pleasure, Ren,” She emphasizes his name. “You aren’t too hard on the eyes yourself. As for me? Laila will do.” She presses her lips back tentatively, lightly moaning in her throat as she explores the subtle change in his mouth’s shape. The dark-haired woman tosses her nightrobe away so she’s only clad in her lingerie, moving into the bed as Ren backs her.
“I know. I’m always listening on her conversations. She is so delightfully awkward at times.” Hey. He grins, wondering what the different sensation was of his lip ring against her skin. He often wondered that. He couldn’t remember kissing anyone with a lip ring. “Thank you though… I appreciate that. Just wait until you see the tattoos.” He says this with a smirk, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, which had also changed in the shift. Gently, he lets his hand run along the soft fabric of the lingerie, that leaves barely anything to the imagination.
Amaya puts some of the finishing glamour on herself, also making sure to dress nicely, and do her hair. You sure I shouldn’t go through with this? Amaya sighs softly, shaking her head. I’ll just tell her that she got the wrong idea. Oh yes… hurt the woman’s pride. That’ll go over well. You need a release. It’s what I’m here for. Is that all you ever think about? No, actually. But seriously… a gorgeous woman is wanting to have sex with you, and you say no? You’re insane! Just watch me. She walks out of the room, going to the appointed meeting spot, taking a deep breath, and ringing the doorbell. Just… let me talk to her. Please? She doesn’t even know we’re not human. Hopefully… Behave. She smiles awkwardly when Laila opens the door. “Hello….” Ugh. You’re hopeless.
Though she’s not a mindreader, the cloud bubbling around Amaya’s sentiments weren’t too hard to deduct. Yes, she was rather hopeless but that’s what the presumable other side was for. Tacking on the female aspect’s repressed, though evident, Laila was sure she could work out the response she wanted. Despite the awkwardness of her smile, Laila’s own was barely visible, smouldering. “Hello yourself. Please, come in.”
Amaya has to push back her insistent male side, brought out by the smouldering smile. Amaya. No. Just let go for once. At Laila’s insistence, she walks in, smiling politely, “Thank you.” Control. Which needs to be lost to ever let anything out. It’s what me and the little one are for.
Who’s little?Oh calm down. She sits on the bed, tilting her head to look at Laila. “So… you look great.” You look great? Be quiet. Tell her she looks stunning.Laila sat on the arm of a nearby chair, purposefully, the lighting hitting her body at all the right angles. She was terrible, yes, she knew what she wanted and how to get it but wasn’t she allowed to be a little selfish? Wasn’t she allowed happiness, whatever the cost? Perhaps. Her own eyes absorb Amaya’s beautiful appearance, analysing her from head to toe before meeting her gaze again, her voice low with a smile. “Thank you…so, you look ravishing as well.”
Don’t make me come out there. Amaya’s eyes pass over Laila, wetting her full lips with a pink tongue. It had been a few months. Maybe just… Stop planting thoughts in my head. Ok, ok. She looks away slightly awkwardly, frowning ever so slightly. “I… thank you.” Even though we know I’m the pretty one. She has to resist the urge to glower, and feels her head throb a little. Not the male self. Mattsu… She pushes him back again. Stop that. She finds herself meeting Laila’s dark eyes, a soft smile playing around her lips. “So… how are you?” Again with the stupid questions?
Something electric shoots through her as her eyes intently memorize the movements of Amaya’s tongue over her mouth and her mind wonders how that tongue and mouth might feel elsewhere. Despite this, she smirks at her companion’s clear frustrations. “I’m fine, mostly. Trying to seduce a beautiful woman and failing miserably but besides that…” She saunters toward Amaya and leans down to whisper in her ears, “So what’s it going to take to make you ravage me?”
As she feels the male self stir at the sauntering hips coming closer, she has to shake her head, rubbing her temples. “Mmmm… make this headache go away? I.. don’t what you were expecting but…” She has to bite her lip to keep the male self back, but he is pretty insistent. Stop being such a prude. I am not a prude. I’m just not a slut like you. Ouch. You’re just being stubborn. She’s begging you to sleep with her. She bites her lower lip to shut him out, but feels like she almost has to shout over him. “I am so sorry but.. Mmmmph. Just kiss me.” Damn you. You’ll thank me in the morning~
Laila grins as she manoeuvres her lips to Amaya’s, barely grazing them as she breathes “If you insist.” Tilting her head, she presses her mouth against the others, her kiss curious and exploratory, tasting her mouth, taking in the texture of her lips slowly. She caresses Amaya’s jaw, moving back ever so slightly to gaze at her from a breadth’s distance before quickly moving apart and walking around her to crawl on the bed. Stretching herself like a cat, she beckoned her partner with a finger and a sly smirk.
Amaya rolls her eyes at her male counterpart, kissing the other woman back, softly, her breath deep and filled with need. She feels her heart beating a little faster, sighing at the soft caress on her jaw. Swallowing hard, she shakes her head. “I… can’t. I don’t want to use you.” Use her? Well damn. You are being stubborn tonight, aren’t you? Don’t make me do it, because damn it, you will feel it too, and love it. You’re an ass. Not if I’m doing what’s best for you. She lets out a sigh. “I.. mean… you’re attractive, but not like this.” She has to twitch slightly as he tries to get out.
Laila gazed intensely at the woman for a second, desire, concern, amusement and even guilt randomly flickering within her eyes before a small smile graced her face. “Listen, Amaya…I like you, I really do. I want to get to know you, I want to be your friend, and perhaps, eventually, something more. But Amaya, I’m a daughter of Dream. I can feel the others inside and to be honest, we both really need this release so just let him out. This isn’t something between us, it’s between me and him…” She moved over towards her, sitting on her lap as either of Laila’s legs were on her sides, wrapping around her waist while she brushed up her barely clad body against Amaya’s with a purr, whispering in her ear once more. “Please…”
Amaya raises an eyebrow at the other woman. That’s… a first. “I can’t say I’ve had people able to feel my other selves. For the record, he’s annoying as h-” Her words are broken off as there is a soft light, and her body morphs into that of a 5’ 11” man. He stretches, and groans, . “My god. That woman keeps me cooped up in there far too long.” His voice is soft, rich, and he leans forward to cup her face with his long slender fingers. “Hello, and what my female counterpart neglected to say is that you look absolutely stunning. She doesn’t really know how to fully appreciate such things.” This is said in a soft purr. “Call me Ren.” Giving out our real name? Oh shush. It’s not our full name and you know it. Gently he presses his lips to hers, and backs her onto the bed.
eveofhades started following you
This one had power. Not fully human, but smelled slightly like a human. A mixture somewhere in the blood. Her dark eyes study the woman closely, noting the features, the clothing she is wearing, and the slight aura of death she has around her, before speaking, her voice calm and stoic.
“Good evening, Miss.”
Evangalene stood in front of the girl scratching her cheek before clasping her hands together behind her back. She cocked her head head to the side as she inhaled slightly. “mm Evening. Ah-” She paused. “Who are you?”
She tilts her head almost animal like, watching the other woman. “You can call me Amaya Mori. Or just Amaya.” She inclines her head a bit more, looking over Evangalene, interested in the slight charm in the motions, even with that aura floating about her. “And you are?”
eveofhades started following you
This one had power. Not fully human, but smelled slightly like a human. A mixture somewhere in the blood. Her dark eyes study the woman closely, noting the features, the clothing she is wearing, and the slight aura of death she has around her, before speaking, her voice calm and stoic.
“Good evening, Miss.”
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“I’ve come across a few,” he says. He breaks his stare from her to look at the street lights for a moment. His fingers move on the butt of the cigarette before he brings it back to his mouth. “It’s all very curious.” He’s intrigued by her, but he doesn’t make a move to do anything. He smiles a little. “I keep a lot of late nights. I was feeling hungry, thought maybe I’d see what I could find. And it is a nice night for a walk.”
“That’s very interesting.” She taps the ashes off the butt, making sure they don’t get on her Doc Martens. She had made sure to change before she went out. Otherwise she looks like she works for the Men in Black or something. “It really is. Doing autopsies, having to inform people that their loved one is dead. All of that” Just thinking about it makes her take a deep drag. She hated the latter. At times reminded her too much of her own personal tragedies. “Sounds familiar.” She laughs softly. “I tend to be a night owl.” Indicating her head down the street, she speaks softly. “Walk with me. Might as well have company while we see what we can find, if you don’t mind. What is it that you do for a living, Angelus?” Her lips curl into a light smirk, thinking in her head, or should I say your unlife?
“Interesting and tedious,” he comments. He sounds a little bored and he takes another draw from his cigarette. His eyes rack over her form for a moment, before looking at her face again. At the invitation to join her in her walk, he gives a shrug. “I don’t do much mostly. Ran a sort of detective agency for a while, but that fell through. I guess you could say I’m living a life of leisure.” He smirks, turning to walk with her.
She chuckles lightly. “At times. It’s interesting to see what some of the people died of. But occasionally tedious.” The gaze isn’t lost on her, and she smirks, taking a drag and blowing out the smoke. “That does sound intriguing though. I know that working with the police they hate detective agencies and private investigators.” She lets out a chuckle. “But that’s never a bad thing. I have that chance, but I really wanted to learn more, to study things. It’s my habit, I suppose. Other than smoking, of course.” This is said with a small grin, and lifts the cigarette back to her lips, walking at a slower pace to allow him to walk next to her. “It might be a hassle to find places that are open at this hour. Well, other than Denny’s, and… no. Just no.”
“No. You’re not unpleasant company. It just helps me think at a higher rate, mull things over better. Sometimes I do it when I’m stressed, but I’m really not at the moment.” You do know what she means by dinner, right? Oh be quiet you. Get your mind out of the gutter. Just saying~ She rolls her eyes at the male voice in her head. “A dream therapist, hmmm? Sounds positively interesting. As well as studying forensic science? I can tell we’re going to have some interesting discussions over dinner.” Which by that you mean sex. Not really. Tilting her head, she smiles warmly. “What time should I come by to pick you up for dinner? Or are you picking me up?”
Enjoying seeing the other woman smile, Laila became slightly confused as the colours of the gas-like substances that were day-dreams shifted around Amaya. There was…another? Something clicked into place, a hypothesis. She smirks and pulls out a felt pen and her phone book, scribbling while addressing her question. “Though I do like being picked up, let’s both reach there our own ways. You can pick me up and vice-versa for the next one, aha.” Ripping out the piece of paper, she slipped it into Amaya’s hand then quickly strutted away mysteriously. Only a name of a hotel and a time left any reminders of their meeting.
You’ve been frustrated, you know~ And she is sexy~ UGH. Stop that. You can’t ignore me forever, girl self~ Oh go away. I’m trying to behave. That’s no fun~ Live a little! “Sounds good.” When the name if a hotel is given, Amaya becomes quite confused, and looks up but Laila is gone. She raises an eyebrow, and half thinks that her male counterpart is right. You see? Hotel and a time. There are restaurants in hotels. Really, sweetheart, really? Yeahh… I was trying to think the best. You are corrupting me, by Inari! Seeeeeeee~
Both of you be quiet. I’m trying to damn well sleep.You woke up the teenager. Oh shut up. She stalks out of the room, to go try and find something suitable to wear later that night.As Laila prepares for their ‘date’, her tumultous emotions storm within her. On one side, she loves Zoe. On the other, Zoe is not interested. On one side, she genuinely wants to get to know Amaya. On the other, she desperately wants to be fucked by Amaya and then all discussions can come later. It’s not the best first date but she’s a daughter of Dream and passions as well as dream-logic oftern over-rode her rationale. Pleased with herself, she examines her open sheer nightrobe, her lingerie, her hair and light make-up before jumping as the doorbell rang. Examining the low-lighting and atmosphere once more, she opened the door slowly and widely.
Amaya puts some of the finishing glamour on herself, also making sure to dress nicely, and do her hair. You sure I shouldn’t go through with this? Amaya sighs softly, shaking her head. I’ll just tell her that she got the wrong idea. Oh yes… hurt the woman’s pride. That’ll go over well. You need a release. It’s what I’m here for. Is that all you ever think about? No, actually. But seriously… a gorgeous woman is wanting to have sex with you, and you say no? You’re insane! Just watch me. She walks out of the room, going to the appointed meeting spot, taking a deep breath, and ringing the doorbell. Just… let me talk to her. Please? She doesn’t even know we’re not human. Hopefully… Behave. She smiles awkwardly when Laila opens the door. “Hello….” Ugh. You’re hopeless.
Though she’s not a mindreader, the cloud bubbling around Amaya’s sentiments weren’t too hard to deduct. Yes, she was rather hopeless but that’s what the presumable other side was for. Tacking on the female aspect’s repressed, though evident, Laila was sure she could work out the response she wanted. Despite the awkwardness of her smile, Laila’s own was barely visible, smouldering. “Hello yourself. Please, come in.”
Amaya has to push back her insistent male side, brought out by the smouldering smile. Amaya. No. Just let go for once. At Laila’s insistence, she walks in, smiling politely, “Thank you.” Control. Which needs to be lost to ever let anything out. It’s what me and the little one are for.
Who’s little?Oh calm down. She sits on the bed, tilting her head to look at Laila. “So… you look great.” You look great? Be quiet. Tell her she looks stunning.Laila sat on the arm of a nearby chair, purposefully, the lighting hitting her body at all the right angles. She was terrible, yes, she knew what she wanted and how to get it but wasn’t she allowed to be a little selfish? Wasn’t she allowed happiness, whatever the cost? Perhaps. Her own eyes absorb Amaya’s beautiful appearance, analysing her from head to toe before meeting her gaze again, her voice low with a smile. “Thank you…so, you look ravishing as well.”
Don’t make me come out there. Amaya’s eyes pass over Laila, wetting her full lips with a pink tongue. It had been a few months. Maybe just… Stop planting thoughts in my head. Ok, ok. She looks away slightly awkwardly, frowning ever so slightly. “I… thank you.” Even though we know I’m the pretty one. She has to resist the urge to glower, and feels her head throb a little. Not the male self. Mattsu… She pushes him back again. Stop that. She finds herself meeting Laila’s dark eyes, a soft smile playing around her lips. “So… how are you?” Again with the stupid questions?
Something electric shoots through her as her eyes intently memorize the movements of Amaya’s tongue over her mouth and her mind wonders how that tongue and mouth might feel elsewhere. Despite this, she smirks at her companion’s clear frustrations. “I’m fine, mostly. Trying to seduce a beautiful woman and failing miserably but besides that…” She saunters toward Amaya and leans down to whisper in her ears, “So what’s it going to take to make you ravage me?”
As she feels the male self stir at the sauntering hips coming closer, she has to shake her head, rubbing her temples. “Mmmm… make this headache go away? I.. don’t what you were expecting but…” She has to bite her lip to keep the male self back, but he is pretty insistent. Stop being such a prude. I am not a prude. I’m just not a slut like you. Ouch. You’re just being stubborn. She’s begging you to sleep with her. She bites her lower lip to shut him out, but feels like she almost has to shout over him. “I am so sorry but.. Mmmmph. Just kiss me.” Damn you. You’ll thank me in the morning~
Laila grins as she manoeuvres her lips to Amaya’s, barely grazing them as she breathes “If you insist.” Tilting her head, she presses her mouth against the others, her kiss curious and exploratory, tasting her mouth, taking in the texture of her lips slowly. She caresses Amaya’s jaw, moving back ever so slightly to gaze at her from a breadth’s distance before quickly moving apart and walking around her to crawl on the bed. Stretching herself like a cat, she beckoned her partner with a finger and a sly smirk.
Amaya rolls her eyes at her male counterpart, kissing the other woman back, softly, her breath deep and filled with need. She feels her heart beating a little faster, sighing at the soft caress on her jaw. Swallowing hard, she shakes her head. “I… can’t. I don’t want to use you.” Use her? Well damn. You are being stubborn tonight, aren’t you? Don’t make me do it, because damn it, you will feel it too, and love it. You’re an ass. Not if I’m doing what’s best for you. She lets out a sigh. “I.. mean… you’re attractive, but not like this.” She has to twitch slightly as he tries to get out.
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Flicking some ash to the side, he remains standing where he is. Lifting the cigarette, he watches her through the haze of the smoke billowing in front of his face. He lets out a sudden chuckle at her words. “Now that is a fact,” he points out. “It does tend to get stuffy.” He speaks from experience of course, but he leaves that out there for her own interpretation. At her explanation, he understands. “Interesting profession,” he remarks. The smirk widens. “I was just out for a bite myself.”
She flicks some of the ash away herself, the smoke a halo around her head as she takes another drag. “Oh? Have some experience with dead people, hmmm?” Her lips curl into a wider smirk. “How very curious.” As a look of realization crosses his lips, she has to resist laughing. She loved it when people went different places when she talked about the dead people. That could be her male self and his bad influence on her mind though. “It really is. You deal with all sorts of things in it. I like it. It keeps me engaged, my brain always active.” At his words, she raises an eyebrow. “Oh really? You work late as well?” She plays along, figuring that it will give her more clues about what he is. Besides, it isn’t like he could kill her if he did try and take a bite.
“I’ve come across a few,” he says. He breaks his stare from her to look at the street lights for a moment. His fingers move on the butt of the cigarette before he brings it back to his mouth. “It’s all very curious.” He’s intrigued by her, but he doesn’t make a move to do anything. He smiles a little. “I keep a lot of late nights. I was feeling hungry, thought maybe I’d see what I could find. And it is a nice night for a walk.”
“That’s very interesting.” She taps the ashes off the butt, making sure they don’t get on her Doc Martens. She had made sure to change before she went out. Otherwise she looks like she works for the Men in Black or something. “It really is. Doing autopsies, having to inform people that their loved one is dead. All of that” Just thinking about it makes her take a deep drag. She hated the latter. At times reminded her too much of her own personal tragedies. “Sounds familiar.” She laughs softly. “I tend to be a night owl.” Indicating her head down the street, she speaks softly. “Walk with me. Might as well have company while we see what we can find, if you don’t mind. What is it that you do for a living, Angelus?” Her lips curl into a light smirk, thinking in her head, or should I say your unlife?
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Hello there. My name is Amaya. I look forward to getting to know all of you.
My story is a long and complex one, so I won't trouble you, but just know I'm here to help. I am a servant of the Rice God Inari, and will bring you no harm. All I seek is those of my own kind, and perhaps a few new faces.
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