Aftershock (For CyanDimitrik)

[Letta]

Laxia could feel Bandita’s warmth against her chest, enjoying the soft tickle of those lips against her breast as she listened. “I don’t think it’s strange... I know how much a mask can mean to a luchadora.” Laxia wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with lucha libre culture. She understood that seeing the woman beneath that mask wasn’t nearly as simple as merely asking to see her face, and there was nothing but respect in her voice as she accepted Bandita’s choice. “I like the person in front of me. And whether you’re wearing the mask or not... I don’t think that’s going to change.”

Then came Bandita's sly little smile and the almost threatening declaration that followed it. Something fluttered pleasantly in Laxia’s stomach, an excited little smile spreading across her face. She adored that shameless confidence, and perhaps even more embarrassingly, the way chica sounded when Bandita said it to her. A playful challenge gleamed in her blue eyes. “Careful, Bandita... catching me is one thing. Keeping me is another." She couldn’t help the teasing curve of her lips. There was something about Bandita’s boldness that made Laxia want to push back just enough to see what she would do with the challenge.

“Mmm...” Laxia’s eyes slipped shut as she savored Bandita’s lips against her own, soft and warm, that gentle nibble at her lower lip drawing a faint smile into the kiss. When they parted just enough to speak, Laxia let out a small sigh. “You’re right, though... what exactly are you planning to do about that?” Her brows lifted. “And what am I supposed to do...? Ugh... I don’t know anymore.” She rolled her eyes upward as though the thought alone had already given her a headache, but the gesture didn’t last. Her gaze inevitably fell back to the woman hovering so close above her, and whatever exasperation had been there quietly disappeared. Laxia found herself staring into Bandita’s eyes again. Those deep hazel-green eyes seemed almost emerald in the light, like sunlight caught beneath the surface of a still lake. And for a few quiet seconds, Laxia simply let herself sink into them.

“Still... like I said before, I don’t regret any of it.” The admission left her with a small, contented smile. Then her eyes drifted closed once more, and Laxia surrendered herself to the quiet warmth waiting at Bandita’s lips, lingering there as though she could make the moment last simply by refusing to let its sweetness fade.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Aayy..," sighs a softly, distantly vexed Bandita as she lets her eyes shut again to indulge in another soft kiss. The affection is coming easier now, more natural. No second-guessing. The looks she's gotten from Laxia, feeling the way her body responds to her, the sounds she's made, the words she's spoken, it's all worked together to weave a very cozy, warm quilt of security in this bizarre new turn in her life. It's taken something completely alien and made it feel comfortable. Confident.

This time when the kiss breaks, Bandita begins to slowly peel her body off of Laxia's. The process is gradual, reluctant, raising her chest first in an arch backwards, feeling her breasts relax a little more as the compression eases. She braces herself more on her knees, and her hands set to Laxia's shoulders as her body rolls back bit by bit, bared, sweat-glistened abdomens gradually drawing apart. Finally, she lifts her hips from Laxia's and stiffly steps a boot onto the floor.

Then the other boot.

Then a downwards glance, her cheeks rouging intensely. "I- I am gonna need to borrow some clothes," she murmurs. "And your shower. No peeking, I have to take 'de mask off for it. Okay?"

The green gaze steals a peek of their own back to Laxia's face, and a smile touches her lips again. That beautiful girl lying on the couch is hers, isn't she? The thought easily pulls the brightness of that smile through the sheepishness of embarrassment.

"And- Laxia. Mi princesa. I wanna know more about you, too. Everything. I'm looking forward to our date."