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[ways_lust]

Lust leads Miho in from the hall, a slight frown of concern on her face. "Miho, you are looking ... less well ... than usual. Is there something wrong?"

She sits the girl down in one of the comfy chairs and fetches a bottle of wine with two glasses.

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[twiststheblade]

Miho shrugs, curling back into the chair.

"I'll survive. Just not feeling my best."

Understatement of the year.

[ways_lust]

She pours for them both and hands the first glass to Miho. "Please, talk to me."

Gently urging, she says, "Miho ... I can see something is wrong. Please ..."

[twiststheblade]

Miho takes a sip of the wine, before sighing.

"I'm not sleeping, I can't seem to eat, and I just. . ." She shrugs, helplessly.

"It hurts."

[ways_lust]

As Miho sips at the wine, Lust slowly and very, very gently slips into her mind. She doesn't do anything yet, just establishes her presence there to soothe anything she chooses to do later.

"What hurts?" She slips out of her chair to kneel by Miho's chair and lays one hand on the other's wrist.

[twiststheblade]

Miho's mind is a seething turmoil of confusion and fear and anger and hate and love and more confusion, all tangled together by the most tenuous of threads. the barriers keeping her life seperate from things she had needed to forget thin, shredded, barely there.

"I don't know."

She looks down at Lust, eyes dark with pain.

[ways_lust]

With the precision of a surgeon, she rebuilds the barriers with just a little touch-up, taking a little of the anger from here, a touch of hate from there ... the confusion she leaves be, but she borrows heavily from love to strengthen the girl's mind.

This doesn't take place instantly, it happens over the course of the night.

For now, she begins. Physically, she says with a gentleness that would astound many of her allies from back home and make Ed or Al instantly suspicious, "Oh, Miho ..."

She reaches up, gently cups her cheek and kisses her on the lips.

[twiststheblade]

"Lust."

Miho leans into the kiss for a moment, before pulling back.

"I. . . I'm sorry. . . I don't can't. . . You. . ."

Her eyes are wide, dark.

[ways_lust]

She pulls back, a dark look in her eyes flashing for a moment. "What?" It comes out perhaps more curt than she would have done, without having felt the rejection from inside the girl's head, too.

[twiststheblade]

"I."

She reaches out a hand, but it drops before it touches Lust's cheek. Not rejection of her, rejection of herself. Passion, confusion, all going in circles, one feeding off the other. A vicious circle with no idea how to end itslef.

She stares at Lust, eyes still dark and lost, almost as if she can't see her.

[ways_lust]

Lust stands, looking down at Miho, thinking rapidly. From under her glove, she pulls a miniature remote and points it at her tPod.

Jesus Christ, Superstar plays.

"Sleep and I shall soothe you, balm you and annoint you ..."

Lust smiles, a plan formed. "Miho, you need a good night's sleep. If you don't eat, and don't sleep, you do terrible things to your blood chamistry and therefore your moods."

She lifts Miho up by her chin gently.

[twiststheblade]

Miho looks up at her, then rises on her tiptoes, to press a kiss to Lust's lips. Soft at first, but then harder, stinging. Her fingers bite into the taller woman's hips, clutching desperately.

[ways_lust]

Lust pulls Miho to her hard, kissing her a little harder than the girl kisses her. She acts posessive, as if by dominance here she could own Miho.

She even cheats, a little.

[twiststheblade]

Miho moans, head tipping back, eyes slipped closed.

This she knows, this she can understand.

This she wants.

[ways_lust]

She deftly removes the girl's weapons first, her hands sure and swift even as she continues to kiss her, harder now enough to bruise them.

[twiststheblade]

Miho doesn't even start to protest as her weapons are stripped, simply whimpers under the kisses, pressing harder in. Her hands are loose now, hanging helpless at her sides.

[ways_lust]

Once the weapons Lust knows about are scattered on the floor around them, she whispers harshly into Miho's ear "I want to tie you down. Will that be a problem?"

Not asking permission, per se, yet ... not blindly assuming Miho would not resist in truth.