Miho's Room

[twiststheblade]

(OOC: from here)

Miho pushes open the door, and backs into the room, smiling, eyes dark. There is a tiny drop of blood on her lower lip, and she licks it off, red tongue flickering briefly.

The room is sparse, the main piece of furniture being a huge futon in the middle of the room, low posts at it's corners. The window is open, but the room is only pleasantly cool. There's an ashtray and a crumpled soft-pack on the windowsill, but those are the only signs of clutter.

"Coming in?"

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[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

Moving up up up and back to her body into her body holding the girl's body Josiane layers her face with kisses, smearing blood and tears all together with her lips and laughs as she pulls her close.

[twiststheblade]

Yes, tears and laughter and whispered thanks and sweat-slick bruised limbs tangling together. Miho licks salty lips and smiles, eyes bright.

"I never did get your neame, princess. Who are you?"

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

There's laughter in her voice, and she kisses the girl's nose. "You can call me Josie."

[twiststheblade]

Miho giggles and ducks her head, lips resting briefly in the smudged hollow of the woman's throat.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Miho."

There's a contented sigh, and she pulls a soft comforter over both of them, for damp bodies are uncomfortable in the cool room. She wraps her arms around Josie, and makes a small catlike sound.

"Stay for a bit, if you like."

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

Josie smiles and curls into Miho, reveling in the soft against the rough. "For a bit."

And she does.