[ Whoever that someone was though? They'd better not show themselves here. Weiss doesn't even wait for Mitsuru to walk closer to her after she switches the television off. She follows, padding softly behind the red haired woman just in time for the other to close the distance between them for a kiss.
It satisfies her, somewhat, only to the point of knowing that finally, she's going to fuck (or get fucked) by this pretty lady. It feels like there's static on the tips of her fingers from all the excitement that she might just break character and stop acting so prim and proper...
Yet, there's something about Mitsuru's aura that suggests that that's a bad idea. And so, she behaves, smiling to herself as she's brought to the bed. Soon as they're just one step away, Weiss doesn't even waste any more time. She's still behaving, only just being a little more forward when she runs a hand from one of Mitsuru's shoulders, making sure her thumb touches the strap of her bathing suit before sliding her hand down her arm. ]
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It satisfies her, somewhat, only to the point of knowing that finally, she's going to fuck (or get fucked) by this pretty lady. It feels like there's static on the tips of her fingers from all the excitement that she might just break character and stop acting so prim and proper...
Yet, there's something about Mitsuru's aura that suggests that that's a bad idea. And so, she behaves, smiling to herself as she's brought to the bed. Soon as they're just one step away, Weiss doesn't even waste any more time. She's still behaving, only just being a little more forward when she runs a hand from one of Mitsuru's shoulders, making sure her thumb touches the strap of her bathing suit before sliding her hand down her arm. ]