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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[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.

[song_tra_bong]

She laughs, the sound choking off a little with each kiss.

"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.

[lady_moon]

Which is what Moon has kept him these last few weeks.

Moon shifts down, parting Mary Anne's thighs so she can bite gently at the inside of her knees.

[song_tra_bong]

The laughter is finally cut off with a soft gasp.


Mary Anne, as has been evidenced in her time with Ruin, is a sucker for teeth.

"That's nice."

[lady_moon]

She giggles at that.

"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.

[song_tra_bong]

She sighs, closing her eyes and just enjoying the sensations.

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.

[lady_moon]

Not that Moon would object to spending such time with her.

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.

[song_tra_bong]

She goes from feeling perfectly relaxed to a rather delightful tension.

"Ah..."

She was thinking something about encouraging Moon to continue, but damn if she can remember how to think.

[lady_moon]

Moon takes in a breath and grins.

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.

[song_tra_bong]

She makes a sound equal parts sigh and moan, relaxing back onto the bed.

She promptly starts mouthing along Moon's jawline in gratitude.

[lady_moon]

Moon sighs pleasantly, her eyes fluttering closed. Her hand moves back to its original position, slickly teasing her clitoris. Moon's technique is not perfect, but she knows what she likes, and so she seeks to emulate that with Mary Anne.

[song_tra_bong]

Given that Mary Anne is getting progressively more vocal, she's just fine with whatever works for Moon. One hand curls in the sheets while the other cradles Moon's cheek.

[lady_moon]

After a few moments, Moon grows bored with this simple touch. She kisses Mary Anne once more, then slides down the woman's body until she can replace hand with mouth. Cool air caresses damp skin, teases, before Moon bows her head and touches her mouth to her.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne responds with something like "Ohgod" that quickly trails off into a whine. The hand on Moon's cheek drifts up into her hair--no pressure or guidance, just enjoying another point of contact.

[lady_moon]

Contact is good.

Her lips and tongue move, and she brings her hand up to touch as well. There is some fumbling as she tries to find a rhythm, but it doesn't take long.

Moon is a quick learner.

[song_tra_bong]

Moon is a very quick learner.

Mary Anne attempts to offer praise, though it comes out a little slurred. Her breathing is faster now, and more shallow.

"I...ohgod...keep--"

[lady_moon]

Pride blossoms in her.

Not to mention desire and...

...surprisingly, lust. She knows she's flushed and aroused, which, yes, is to be expected, but this had been an experiment. Was it just Indy who could make her all hot and bothered?

The answer was no.

He had woken it in her, but she could find the pleasures he showed her with others.

This revelation makes her heart pound while she squeezes her own legs tight against a violent wave of need. She's insistant with her mouth and hand, Mary Anne's sounds and touches driving her onward.

[song_tra_bong]

She's given up on anything like words now, just trying to remember how to breathe while one hand grips the sheets white-knuckle tight.

All she can managae is a soft keening in the back of her throat, and then no sound at all when her head snaps back.



While she works on breathing normally again, she runs her fingers through Moon's hair. "Thank you."