Sonya Blade

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Sonya closed her eyes at the feel of its lips against her skin, and she stretched out her neck to it. The feel its hands on her hips making her press herself against it while holding onto the handle bar.

Desire cupped her butt, lifting slightly to encourage her to op up so it could press Sonya against the wall of the elevator.

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[soldier_blade]

In the back of her mind, Sonya could almost laugh because she had opted to wear thigh high stockings instead of regular ones. So when he pressed a hand against her rear, this was one less layer of fabric between them.

She pressed herself against the wall, turning her face to the side so that their lips met.

[burnbrightnfast]

Desire finger walked Sonya's skirt up, feeling the change from stocking to flesh, and smiled against Sonya's mouth. He ran a hand up to cup and massage her breast through the silky material of her dress.

[soldier_blade]

Sonya reached up and stroked his hair as she kissed him, moaning against his mouth as its fingers ran along her thigh. His fingers brought on the ache between her legs, made worse as her underwear only rubbed against her lower lips.

The feel of its hand on her breast made her arch her chest up, feeling a nipple perk up against his hand.

[burnbrightnfast]

Desire kissed down her throat as she arched into its hands, nipping and licking. Trying to elicit more of those delicious sounds from her.

It moved on, undoing the fastener on her dress even as the elevator chimed its floor.

*morn

[soldier_blade]

When Sonya awoke the next morning, it took her a second to remember where she was. It took her even less of a time to realize how comfortable she felt, like the sex had released something that sparring hadn't-or maybe she really just really needed to get laid.

Slowly, she tried to pull away without desturbing him, not an easy thing to do because his arm was still around her waist and holding her to him.

It was Saturday morning, so she didn't have to be anywhere in a hurry: she just didn't want to overstay her welcome.

Re: *morn

[burnbrightnfast]

Desire stirred slightly, tightening its muscles to keep her at his side when he felt her shifting away.

There was debate, in some circles, over whether Desire slept. And though the arguing parties had never come to a completely acceptable agreement, there had been the general consensus that, if it did sleep, it slept very lightly and likely in very short cat naps. Desire had never felt the need to explain one way or another.

However it did or did not sleep, Desire did turn its head towards Sonya, tawny eyes slitted so it could give her a heavy-lidded look.

"Leaving so soon?"

Re: *morn

[soldier_blade]

Sonya's hair had long since worked its way out of its bun and draped over her shoulder when she turned to face it, more or less still laying on her side.

"Didn't think you'd want me to stick around that long the morning after." There wasn't any accusation in her words, only her stating what she thought.

[burnbrightnfast]

A wicked grin spread across Desire's face, and it stretched cat-like and comfortable.

'The morning after can end up just like the night before."