Mary Anne -- Room M-16
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.
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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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.
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She runs her fingers through Moon's hair, nails trailing lightly against her scalp.
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She kisses her again, arms going about Mary Anne, and she nuzzles her throat after breaking the kiss.
"This is pleasant," she murmurs.
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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.
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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.
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Her own hands skim Moon's hair and cheek, her thumb once in a while grazing across Moon's lips.
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Down her stomach.
A nip at her hip, just above the fabric of her jeans, then her fingers some to play with the button.
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It's entirely possible her breath catches a little when she notices what Moon's hands are up to.
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"Panties are such a waste of fabric."
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"I'm beginning to agree with you."
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She tosses the jeans to the floor and draws her fingers up Mary Anne's thighs.
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"You make a very persuasive argument, I'll give you that."
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Moon leans over and kisses where her thigh and groin meet, then does the same to the other side.
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"Oh, you bet he has. I think one reason I still keep them may be just that it frustrates him."
And he's kind of cute when he's frustrated.
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Moon shifts down, parting Mary Anne's thighs so she can bite gently at the inside of her knees.
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Mary Anne, as has been evidenced in her time with Ruin, is a sucker for teeth.
"That's nice."
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"It's supposed to be."
Her eyes remain on Mary Anne's, a sideway glance, as she presses her lips against her thigh.
Moon, unlike Ruin, is not a lover of pain, nor a giver of one. She's tender and aware... always watching.
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She hasn't had any trysts outside of her marriage for some time now--not due to a sudden adjustment in her moral compass, she just...hasn't. Which means no lovers who are not lovers of pain.
It's one of those things she doesn't miss until she has it again; she makes a mental note to spend more time with Moon in the future.
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Long hair is dragged up Mary Anne's body until green eyes hover above blue. Moon smiles slowly, curiously, and a hand slips between Mary Anne's legs to touch with a sweet, hestiant stroke.
Testing.
Learning.
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"Ah..."
She was thinking something about encouraging Moon to continue, but damn if she can remember how to think.
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The sound was enough encouragement.
Fingers rub gently and then slip down. Tease for a moment, then slip in.
It was fascinating. Utterly different from being with Indy, but no less enjoyable. Moon's cheeks flush as she watches Mary Anne while touching her, and her breath is already short.
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She promptly starts mouthing along Moon's jawline in gratitude.
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