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]

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."

[lady_moon]

Moon grins, absolutely pleased with herself.

She flops down beside Mary Anne and nuzzles her throat.

"You're most welcome, sister-mine," she says in a slurred, lazy voice.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne kisses her, because it never hurts to say 'thank you' in more than one way.

"Now," she murmurs, "would you care for me to return the favor?"

[lady_moon]

More giggling, somewhat shy suddenly. Moon's discovering it's easier to be the one giving pleasure than receiving it.

She nods, kissing her again, fingers in Mary Anne's hair, breath a little short and her cheeks flushed crimson.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne smiles.

"Good," she says softly, and returns to kissing Moon, one hand sliding over the other woman's hip and down, steadily hiking up her skirt.

[lady_moon]

Moon quietly gasps into the kisses, fingers touching Mary Anne's shoulder while her hips arch up.

It was strange, the wanting. The heat between her legs and the needy sounds she hears coming from her own throat.

But it was lovely.

Wonderous.

And Moon hands herself over to Mary Anne in a way she hadn't the one time they'd shared each other before.

[song_tra_bong]

There's something almost blissful in her smile when Moon (surrenders) relaxes.

She brushes her fingers over the soft skin of Moon's thigh, slowly trailing over and down, her touch light with teasing and promise.

[lady_moon]

Her legs part as she twists Mary Anne's hair around her fingers, giving a gentle, playful tug. Moon wasn't completely impatient, but she was impatient enough.

"Pretty queen," she purrs at her.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne laughs softly.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, don't worry."

At which point her fingers stop teasing and start applying a little pressure.

[lady_moon]

Moon gasps, her back arching just a little off the bed.

"Then I should do it... more often."

[song_tra_bong]

She grins.

"It would probably be to your advantage."

She kisses Moon's cheek as her fingers settle into a rhythm.

[lady_moon]

She moans softly, her fingers tugging at Mary Anne's hair, and her hips move in time to the rhythm. Her eyes flutter as she gets closer, surprised by the intensity of what she felt.