Private Indecency - Satsuki & Evelyn

[FreestylePoet]

Satsuki should not have expected any less from LAW. A woman, not much bigger than her, squatting Satsuki up to a frontal carry. Evelyn was taking to this better than she thought; far was she from the blushing mess that Satsuki perhaps had envisioned. A better challenge, then. She hummed into the feeling of Evelyn's palms across her cheeks. "Just- nnh, just up here and on your right." The journey started smooth -- until a jolt had jarred her loose!

Lithe legs fired in a practiced panic, locking around Evelyn's trunk like she was a lightpole up on one of Japan's many bridges. The only anchor between her and Davy Jones. Somehow, she'd reached out to palm the corner of the stairs as well, but that landing gear wasn't needed. After a quick pulse to prep, Satsuki's abs flexed to tug away in a hanging sit-up, until she was face-to-face with her favorite American once more.

She pressed a kiss to Evelyn's nose. "You good?" she giggled. Then, simian-like, she flipped herself about Evelyn's torso to hang on the woman's back. "Now, I believe you were taking us to go get your brains fucked out?" Not that she'd make it easy for Evelyn. As soon as she'd managed the footing to get going, Satsuki would begin to ravage the girl's neck. Nips and bites and kisses and licks. Leaving it marked with the most imperceptible of suckles.

All the way until they'd reached her bedroom door. "This is the one," Satsuki sung, a husky busk into Evelyn's ear.

ta da!

This room brought a more generic sort of luxury than the post-modern windows and geometric architecture in the living space. Floor-to-ceiling windows in a hemisphere. Bed in the center. Bathroom at the far corner. All simple and safe, if decadent only by definition. All, that is, save for the wall above Satsuki's bed:

It was a display. Tailored clothes of all shapes and sizes. Collectibles, knick-knacks, representing more hobbies than a Queen of Clubs could have. Polaroids of families decidedly dissimilar to Satsuki in appearance. Swords and knives. Even a long, well-made scythe. Now joined by a few sets of jackets and panties, there in the corner, courtesy of LAW's finest.

Satsuki shifted back to Evelyn's front, this time with a looser grip in anticipation of cool sheets below. She grinned slyly. "Don't mind the trophy wall... Nothing illegal up there, right?"

[Monsy]

Thank goodness for Satsuki’s ninja-stincts. It shouldn’t have come to that, though. Frankly, it pinked her cheeks. She did smile it off, but her eyes had grown, worrying, and switched one hand to Satsuki's lower back. Even then, they had that base covered too and came up sharp. A kiss on the nose to boot. It was almost too smooth.

“Eh-heh. Yeah. You didn’t bump anything, right?”

She wasn’t the type to hide that sort of thing, surely. They were so open, welcoming, slick, skilled and bold. You can fill a book with all the new things here. Professional poker player, penthouses… and being climbed on like that. She froze, hunched, and didn’t move until Satsuki settled. Her hands went underneath their thighs, grabbed and she turned her head slightly.

“I shall.” A hand came around and tapped Satsuki on her nose. She walked as instructed, conscious of her feet the whole time and measuring out the gaps, height and protrusions for next time.

“H-ng.” A hush, girly squeak peeped at first nibble. Cold shivers raced down her slender back. Both shoulders lifted. It tickled betwixt her shoulder blades, then became warm and sensational. She bit the inside of her bottom lip, played it tough, but at the same time, kept her head relatively loose. Her skin was easy to blush and bruise. The crook was her sweet spot, with a small damp flick getting an inner hitch, then a quick exhale. Her chest was hot and her gut sucked in. She squeezed her toes on the next step.

Autopilot took her the rest of the way. The moment they did, Evelyn had every idea to pin them against the mattress and take her revenge in some way. Instead, she surveyed the room.

A modern blend of layered squares like the white walls -- the circular furniture pieces and the hemispheric room shape was something she hadn't seen. All those treasures on the wall earned a glance and a question saved for later. It blended into the atmosphere, where everything looked like a thousand bucks, from the linens to the lounging seat, the wall-mounted prizes and even the lamps. “I won’t judge. Every girl needs a place to put their knives.” She said, trying to make it seem normal. The next line that clicked her mind was shelved, wanting to add on… ‘And her… panties?’ -- But she instead took a seat at the bed’s end, looking beyond the curtains and the metropolitan fireflies.

“You wake up to this every day?”