For Want of a Pillow: Elise Benoit vs. Sophia Adachi

[Winter]

She knew what the answer would be, but in her state of gnawing confusion and...longing, the refusal came to the martial artist as a shock, anyway. Her fingers tightened around Elise's forearm with more anxiety over what might happen to her throat if the hand clenched, but she caught herself before she actually tried to pull it away. That might...actually compel this strange...silver-tongued woman to try and choke her when she...

She was doing something else entirely. Being...strangely kind, when she could have likely tried choking Sophia, but why did that kindness come with so much...so much...

Sophia looked at the length of the woman atop her, or as much as she could see beyond her perky chest and felt the smoothness and warmth of the rest. Why did such a stunning woman seem to want her so much?

That question remained utterly unanswered. All thoughts ceased, in fact, as Sophia's eyes widened at the sight of Elise slowly inching down towards her.

Until she felt lips brush hers, and they closed. And with the lack of thought, instinct took over, as Sophia, otherwise frozen, let her lips close down over Elise's.

It was only once the seductress pulled away from her that the martial artist realized what she had just done, and redness stretched from the top of her hardened nipples all the way to her ears.