Saffron

[hoopsonfire]

The room is simplicity itself: as one enters, to the right there is a dinette nook, with pantry, fridge, counter, sink and a microwave oven. Further in on the same side, the door to the bathroom.

At the left side of the room, there is a couch, a large double bed and a dresser.

On the middle of the room, a low table with a portable CD player.

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[hoopsonfire]

The air is just a tad cool, and fresh regardless of the lack of windows; a subtle perfume of wildflowers hangs in the quiet.

"Welcome to my parlor..."

[weplayparts]

Her eyes immediately dart around her new surroundings, taking everything in with an observing that does not appear to be entirely human. The scent of wildflowers fills her nose immediately, and she turns to the woman with an unreadable expression.

"What would you like me to do?"

[hoopsonfire]

"You can choose, what you would want first: to be pleasured in a mundane way, or to be supped from." The vampire takes a seat on the bed, patting the spot beside herself for Saffron.

[weplayparts]

She nearly smirks at the first part, joining the other woman on the bed and leaning back on her hands.

"You find it mundane? Not always, not if done right."

[hoopsonfire]

"We trade, then? You show me your way, and I show you my way." That way both can be completely satisfied.

[weplayparts]

"Don't mind if I do."

It's no surprise, then, when she closes the distance between them on the bed, fingertips tilting the woman's chin up just enough to leave her at the best angle for Saffron to kiss her, lips slowly moving against the other pair.

[hoopsonfire]

Oh, she does not mind in the least, much the opposite: the kiss returned in the same measure, cool lips warming up for Saffron.

The vampire is not unexperienced, but the mortal is likely to have more skill.

[weplayparts]

She feels the other pair of lips heat up against her own - a curiously interesting sensation.

One of her hands trails lightly down the woman's soft and pale arm.

[hoopsonfire]

The touch is appreciated, as much as to be mirrored on the mortal's arm; the vampire learns fast, curious and interested.

She experiments with preferences, making the kiss a bit deeper...

[weplayparts]

Her hand slides inward, confident fingertips tracing the delicate collarbones.

Meanwhile, her tongue seeks out the woman's mouth, deepening the kiss that much further.

[hoopsonfire]

Her own tongue meets Saffron's, and invites it for a sensual dance of exploration; at the same time, gentle fingers insinuate themselves into the mortal's hair, a nice purred sound of enjoyment coming up to be drank and shared.

[weplayparts]

She's always been a goner for fingers threading through her hair; it's even more of a simple pleasure for her now that she can take other forms. It's the act of being petted, perhaps, that resonates with her on a carnal level.

She groans, soft and low, against the woman's mouth, her hand trailing lower down her body.

[hoopsonfire]

The one who does not need to breathe will not be the first to pull back for any reason: four lips and two tongue still acquainting themselves to each other, the vampire reacts to the sound of pleasure, moving both hands into Saffron's hair.

After a moment or two, fingers trail down her spine, stroking and massaging, really petting.

The pale girl is very perceptive.

[weplayparts]

Her back arches in response, the touch evoking a small shudder from her - though it doesn't distract her from the task at hand, namely using her hand - fingertips sliding under the hem of the minidress and caressing the soft inner thigh.

She knows how to breathe and kiss to make it last longer; meanwhile, lower, her hand is beginning to explore.

[hoopsonfire]

Exploring is good, enjoyable, thrilling. Saffron's fingers can drift past stockings into smooth bare skin, notice the garter tabs, and further in meet with silk.

The Ivory Princess taught Amara well, a deeper touch makes the vampire gasp and groan low, shifting position to allow the mortal better access.

The hand that was going down-spine moves to explore as well, mirroring gestures once more. The other hand stays deep into soft red hair, caressing and kneading lightly.

[weplayparts]

She makes an appreciative noise at the touch of silk against her fingers, silk and equally silken skin between the woman's legs with almost no distinction between the two.

Her head unconsciously tilts into Amara's hand, nuzzling the kneading fingers, a purr filtering through slightly parted lips and ending up muffled in the kiss as she rubs her through silk, memorizing each curve and fold by touch alone.