Cerulean Sins [Active/Closed]

[dead_mans_queen]

Characters: Anita Blake, Rayne
Setting: Linen Closet
Time: Day 005
Summary: More of Rayne getting under Anita's skin
Warnings: sexy lesbian pre-action

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[blood_n_leather]

Having left the cloak she always donned when wandering near, around, and through the greenhouse during daylight hours near the door to the maid's quarters, the dhampir somehow again managing to quietly sneak up on the animator - Certainly a feat, considering this time she is both dressed in her usual leather outfit, and her spiked heels. - Rayne's arms crossed under her chest as she leaned against the door frame. Lips curling into a sultry smirk, the redhead waited a beat before speaking.

"Laundry day?" She purred, holding back a wicked smile. It seems this plan of hers could possibly come to full completion sooner than she expected, if little, unexpected coincidences like this kept happening. Rayne had sought down the animator, of course, but she certainly hadn't expected to find her in a state of undress. Lucky her.

[dead_mans_queen]

'Oh, goddammit!' The animator made a face, refusing to turn around at the voice. 'The one second I turn my back...and it just had to be her, of all the fucking people in this house.'Still checking the washing machine, the animator answered through gritted teeth. "Your powers of observation have absolutely floored me," she said acidly. "Next, you'll be telling me I have dark hair

[blood_n_leather]

Smirk widening, a fang barely peeking out at the corner of her lips, Rayne gave a dark chuckle. "Now, I wouldn't know anything about your hair color, sweetheart. So far, I've only seen your top half." She answered, raising an eyebrow.

Eyes moving over to the washing machine for a quick second, Rayne shook her head, a hand coming up to brush a few locks of hair behind her ear. "As absolutely delicious as diluted blood sounds, I'm in the mood for something else, as it were."

[dead_mans_queen]

The animator shook her head, mentally kicking herself for that one. She desperately wished that she had a clean shirt on; Rayne's continued presence was making her uncomfortable in more ways than one. Half of her wanted to just turn and walk out of the room, or even grab one of the sheets to cover herself. Both were bad ideas; for the first, she'd have to not only pass Rayne with her bra exposed but have to deal with the rest of the house as well; for the second, that would be like admitting that Rayne had an effect on her.

And said effect was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. It made her almost tempted inquire just what sort of taste the dhampir was in the mood for, but the answer was far too obvious.

She sighed. "Alright, seriously. What are you here for?" The games were getting tiring, and frustrating...again, in more ways than one.

[blood_n_leather]

Smirk widening even more into a dark grin, Rayne was very obviously amused by how flustered and uncomfortable the animator was becoming. Moving away from the door and even farther into the laundry room, she either ignored, or didn't seem to care that the door swung shut behind her. Or perhaps she had been planning on such a thing happening.

"Aw. If I didn't know better, I'd say you didn't want me here, sweetheart." She purred.