[There's a disconnect somewhere, some sort of wrongness warring in the back of her mind with how good the production of chroma actually felt. A Contractor had a heightened sense of their own body, of their capabilities and their condition, and Hazuki knew well how she should be reacting at this point in the game...
But despite how she hasn't had the other woman touch her yet, she already feels as good as if she has, suffused with the warmth of moonlacing that her brain rejects as unnatural even as her body sinks into it more than happily, particularly how it dulls the ache of her cracked ribs, soothes the wrench of dislocated shoulder, encourages flesh to heal beneath the bandage wrapped around her middle.
For a moment she gets too hung up on it, can't even enjoy the cute sounds Soundwave is making in between their kisses even as her fingers keep at their task, soaked in the other woman's pleasure as she thrusts in and out within the tight trapping of her still-on jeans.
The shuddering twitch of hips brings her attention back, refocuses her on the matter at hand- literally. Her teeth bite somewhat sharply into plush bottom lip, a borderline aggressive growl of sound rumbling in her throat before she pulls back. Hazuki licks her own lips as her breathing quickens in turn, excited by the look on that cute face, the helpless little moans and the sparkle of tears and reliance on her touch-]
Do it.
[A command, said soft and low, accompanied by a third finger thrust past the tight clench of her inner walls, pace quickening, her thumb seeking out clitoris for a last burst of torturous friction that would push her partner over the edge.
To let her watch as it happened, drinking in the unbridled pleasure that a Contractor wasn't quite capable of expressing. She'd make it, bask in it instead.]
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But despite how she hasn't had the other woman touch her yet, she already feels as good as if she has, suffused with the warmth of moonlacing that her brain rejects as unnatural even as her body sinks into it more than happily, particularly how it dulls the ache of her cracked ribs, soothes the wrench of dislocated shoulder, encourages flesh to heal beneath the bandage wrapped around her middle.
For a moment she gets too hung up on it, can't even enjoy the cute sounds Soundwave is making in between their kisses even as her fingers keep at their task, soaked in the other woman's pleasure as she thrusts in and out within the tight trapping of her still-on jeans.
The shuddering twitch of hips brings her attention back, refocuses her on the matter at hand- literally. Her teeth bite somewhat sharply into plush bottom lip, a borderline aggressive growl of sound rumbling in her throat before she pulls back. Hazuki licks her own lips as her breathing quickens in turn, excited by the look on that cute face, the helpless little moans and the sparkle of tears and reliance on her touch-]
Do it.
[A command, said soft and low, accompanied by a third finger thrust past the tight clench of her inner walls, pace quickening, her thumb seeking out clitoris for a last burst of torturous friction that would push her partner over the edge.
To let her watch as it happened, drinking in the unbridled pleasure that a Contractor wasn't quite capable of expressing. She'd make it, bask in it instead.]
I'm waiting.