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]

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.

[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.