Mary Anne -- Room M-16

[lady_moon]

Mary Anne lets them into the room, which has been kept clean, of course, but it has that unlived in feeling about it. Moon wanders about a little, her bare feet moving easily over the floor. She plops onto the bed and crosses her legs.

Her posture is different.

It's coy.

It's inviting.

It's... sensual... sexual.

"I've learned new tricks," she says again. "Indy... taught me things. About myself."

Her green eyes follow Mary Anne, calculating and wanton.

Moon was certainly in a Mood.

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[lady_moon]

"So I've discovered. Now I think I want to learn even more."

Moon trusts Mary Anne.

She runs a finger lightly down Mary Anne's throat and along the line of her shirt.

[song_tra_bong]

"Ah."

She hums softly. "Anything in particular, or shall we just see where the mood takes us?"

[lady_moon]

She giggles.

"Let's see where it all takes us. And... let's start with this..."

Moon tugs at the hem of Mary Anne's shirt, pulling it up and over the other woman's head.

[song_tra_bong]

"Good idea."

She gives Moon a hand, and the shirt is quickly tossed to the floor. Her bra may still be in the way, but she lets it be for now, leaning back down to trail kisses down Moon's neck.

[lady_moon]

It's more fun to unwrap the package slowly.

She gasps softly, tilting her head back so her throat is pressed up against her lips.

"Oh," she giggles. Moon trails her fingers up Mary Anne's back, nails light as she scratchs along the skin.

[song_tra_bong]

The scratch of nails is pleasant.

Mary Anne returns the favor by adding the scrape of teeth to her kisses.

[lady_moon]

Moon may not share her brother's penchant for pain, but the scrape of nails or teeth, gentle and teasing, is enjoyable.

She moves her hands around to caress Mary Anne's ribs and stomach.

[song_tra_bong]

She sighs a little at the touch, breath warm on Moon's skin.

"Quid pro quo, lovely," she murmurs, hands drifting to Moon's corset laces.

It is a very pretty top, but dreadfully hard to feel anything through.

[lady_moon]

Quite.

Moon smiles, her fingers threading into Mary Anne's hair. The laces come loose easily, and there is nothing under the corset but Moon.

"But you have an advantage."

Fingers move from hair to the clasp of Mary Anne's bra.

[song_tra_bong]

"Which you are quickly taking care of," Mary Anne responds.

With the clasp undone, she slips out of the bra and hurls it in the direction of her shirt.

"Now we're even."

[lady_moon]

Shirt, bra, corset.

The floor is gaining material.

Her hands move up the ribs and along the outside of her breasts, green eyes reflecting her curiosity as she explores the curves and softness there.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne smiles, then lays down alongside Moon, their legs tangled together.

She traces abstract swirls along Moon's waist, content with just gentle exploration for now.

[lady_moon]

Moon is fascinated.

Her fingers move lightly from the waist of Mary Anne's jeans up her stomach. Touch to her navel before she follows the line of her ribs up.

It was interesting.

Different.

She sees it with different eyes now. Indy's woken something in Moon and she intends to take advantage of that. Moon leans over and presses small kisses between Mary Anne's breasts, nuzzling as she goes.

[song_tra_bong]

She giggles softly, not laughing at the action, but at the ticklish feeling Moon's lips leave behind.

She runs her fingers through Moon's hair, nails trailing lightly against her scalp.

[lady_moon]

Moon purrs and lifts her head, smiling at Mary Anne.

She kisses her again, arms going about Mary Anne, and she nuzzles her throat after breaking the kiss.

"This is pleasant," she murmurs.

[song_tra_bong]

"Very much so."

She rests her hands on Moon's shoulders, one thumb idly brushing against her throat.

It's nice to have someone this close, and Ruin with his panties in a wad hasn't been the greatest company the past few days.

[lady_moon]

Moon's learning the joys of closeness.

She kisses along the swell of Mary Anne's breasts while her hands move along the soft skin of her sides. She follows the curves and valleys of Mary Anne's body with hands and lips, enjoying every moment of it.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne sighs and relaxes further, nearly limp as she enjoys the attention.

Her own hands skim Moon's hair and cheek, her thumb once in a while grazing across Moon's lips.

[lady_moon]

Whenever her thumb comes to her lips, Moon's tongue snakes out or she nips at the pad.

Down her stomach.

A nip at her hip, just above the fabric of her jeans, then her fingers some to play with the button.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne props herself up a little to watch Moon's progress.

It's entirely possible her breath catches a little when she notices what Moon's hands are up to.

[lady_moon]

They open the button and pull down the zipper, and she kisses above the line of Mary Anne's panties as she wriggles the fabric down the woman's legs.

"Panties are such a waste of fabric."

[song_tra_bong]

She sighs at the kiss, kicking her legs a little to help shift the panties down.

"I'm beginning to agree with you."

[lady_moon]

"You should follow my example. Skirts and corsets and nothing more."

She tosses the jeans to the floor and draws her fingers up Mary Anne's thighs.

[song_tra_bong]

Her legs twitch (ticklish) and she smiles.

"You make a very persuasive argument, I'll give you that."

[lady_moon]

"Don't tell me Ruin hasn't tried to persuade you to do away with such unnecessaries."

Moon leans over and kisses where her thigh and groin meet, then does the same to the other side.