What do you do with a Drunken Sailor?~

[Kookio]

Yoko glanced only glanced and listened to her partner, but didn’t really respond for a good moment until she was pinned to the couch and forced to look at Angelina, her eyes widening and the blush on the muscular girl’s face returning. She had a lot of girls flirt with her, but this was the first time anyone of them had been so forward with her. Usually they would put up an act to try and make her be the forceful one which Yoko had only found to be annoying.

”Ish hard when they harash you all the time…” she squeaked out more sheepishly, swallowing a gulp of saliva that was building up in her throat from having Angelina be this close to her. It was right about now when Yoko’s mind would stray from the depressing topic and onto the possibilities. Were they actually going to do it? Could she even do it? She’s never done it like this before. Usually she would be in the ring where she would end up fucking someone or being fucked. The amount of thoughts rushing through the Sailor’s head made her freeze up like a deer in headlights as her body shifted around a little bit while being firmly pinned by the other female.

[Monsy]

It’s alright, you little bitch…
They harass you because you have no spine.
Is what she would say if she weren’t straddling this girl, making her squirm and shrink already. This pirate’s smirk now had sharp edges, but it turned softer over-time, slouching, almost coming closer but not quite into the point of no return. She hummed, waited for a moment, then… “I have an idea.”

Angelina leaned back a little in Yoko’s lap and untied the red bandana going around her collar, wrapping it around her fingers once, then pulling it taut to show it to Yoko. “Can I put this on you? I want everything to be a surprise.”

[Kookio]

She looked down at the red scarf, not really understanding what type of surprise could possibly be in store for her. But Angie had earned Yoko’s trust so there was no reason for the Sailor to say no. “Alright. Sure.” she replied, holding her head up and waiting for it to be tied around her eyes. Probably yet another decision she wouldn’t have made had she not been wasted.

[Monsy]

“Atta girl.” Angelina had a small little hum putting the scarf on. Strangely, her slurring seemed to ease. And she was fast about it. Almost like a puppy who wanted a little head scritch. She rose on her knees, bust pressing into Yoko’s chin. The scarf wrapped around, pulled snug, then knotted at the back. Not too tight, but certain it wouldn’t undo from the shuffling and rocking. A hand stayed up there, to feel and stretch across the back of their head, intertwined with the purple.

She lowered back down, slowly, brushing over their hair to pepper their jawline with light kisses, then down the neck with her teeth nibbling and tickling towards the crook. A tongue prodded and flicked, like a snake dancing across the unmarked skin.

Both hands now went towards Yoko’s ears, to slowly unscrew the earrings with the paws of a clawless cat. She leaned into them to try and guide Yoko down, with gentle influence that would see them lay on each other. Angelina on top, grinning. There she remained, just for a moment. She blew gently on the wet spots til she reached the earlobe, whispering, “Can I tear the outfit? Just a bit?”

[Kookio]

As the blindfold was placed on her, she prepared herself mentally for some type of gift or something that Angie had managed to get her somehow. What she wan’t expecting was the gift to be Angie’s mouth exploring different parts of her face! Feeling the girl’s mouth against her ear and jaw sent shivers down her spine while her body squirmed a little underneath.

She hadn’t even felt her earrings come off during the whole ordeal because she was starting to become turned on. It was the kisses down her neck that were really getting to her. Her face flushed a deep red as her leg instinctively wrapped around Angie’s waist to hold her there. “A-ah..~ she whimpered, some of her own saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. Normally she would stop advances like these, but she trusted Angie enough to let her do what she wanted. A small part of her might have needed this type of stress relief.

[Monsy]

No answah, no answah. Too busy and drunk laying down it seemed. Mind the leg -- it’s like being in a weight sleeping bag. Everywhere she felt warm, but in control. And once flat on the couch, laid comfortably with them piled on one another, Angelina focused, froze for a moment, easing the earrings off the earlobe until they were pieces in her hand. Win. A little mark ended her first date on Yoko’s neck, and now with two free hands, she pushed on Yoko’s knee and squirmed her hips around, and moving up to sit pretty on Yoko’s stomach.

The jewels were pocketed in her breast pocket, and she sighed, then laid her hands on Yoko’s waist. Up and up they glossed, a firm grab, with the tips of her middle reaching around to their back and thee thumbs pressed against their stomach, over the ribs, cupping the breasts and then around their neck. She squeezed the sides gently and continued until she cupped Yoko’s face. A thumb wiped the drool from their mouth, then traced Yoko’s upper and lower lips with it. She hummed. “What if I said… I had anothah’ gift for ya? Would you be a darling and wait?”

[Kookio]

Yoko gasped out as her back arched up wherever Angelina put her hands. With her body tied down like this, she couldn't really do much and she bit down on her lip, her head nodding in approval to Angelina's question. She didn't entirely know how far Angelina was going to go with this, and a part of her didn't care. It was a rare opportunity to use being touched as a form of stress relief when in LAW, it was very easy to become stressed when you were being touched because it meant that you were losing the match.

"Yeah. Go ahead." she said, her cheeks flushed red beneath the blindfold. She was preparing herself to actually let her clothes be taken off instead of having them ripped off like she was used to.

[Monsy]

They had an expression like candy. Even without seeing her eyes. The little gestures, lip-bites, nodding and the flushed face. Sugar so pure it makes the tongue twist. She soaked up Yoko’s shape, burned it into her brain, then touched their pulse over Yoko’s neck. Dancing. Like an indie song, with its simple music, each note stressed and played like it was right in front of you. She felt warm, and Angelina continued to watch them like a movie. Then when given permission, she leaned down one more time, and planted a warm kiss on their soft mouth. Gentle and purposefully restrained to keep them longing.

She dismounted to stand beside them, drawing fingertips over their chest, midriff and then between Yoko’s legs. An index hooked the white skirt and flicked it up to swat Yoko’s thigh, grabbing a handful and squeezing. “I’ll be right back, darling.” The hand trailed up the leg, off the knee and Angelina had walked down the hallway, donning her boots and then leaving without so much as a door click. Gone. As quick as she came.